Page 16 of Desire

“Ask me again,” he commanded. “Be specific, so I don’t have any doubt what you want from me.”

“Master Dante, make me come in front of all these people.”

He gave a dark chuckle against her neck. “If I do that, will you come back to the dungeon with me and let me play with you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, that’s a very good girl.” He nibbled on her long neck, and reached around to cup her breasts.

Emma gasped.

“You’re a little chilly. Let me warm you up.” He massaged her luscious breasts. She felt like heaven in his hands. Emma leaned back against him, her head lolling against his shoulder. “Are you watching the people fucking?” Dante asked harshly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Is it turning you on?”

“Yes, sir.”

He moved on to her nipples, rolling them and tugging. Emma shifted against him, driving him crazy when she rubbed her ass against him.

“What do you like the most?”

“I like watching her give him a blow job while she gets taken from behind.”

“Would you like to be her?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I only want to be yours.”

Dante stifled a groan. He slid his hand down into the waistband of her skirt and pushed aside her thong. She was soaked. He fingered her roughly. She whimpered and reached up to grab his hair. He let her.

“Too rough?” he asked.

“N-no.” She shook her head.

“Good.”

She felt like silk and he deliberately rubbed her clit fast. He wanted her orgasm. Craved it.

“Ask me permission to come,” he demanded when her legs started to shake.

His other hand was teasing her nipple and she could barely speak. “Sir...I... oh...please...may I...” Emma broke off as a scream escaped her. Her legs spasmed and clamped shut. She came hard.

He tutted against her cheek. “That’s a bad girl. I’m going to have to punish you for that. I’m going to spank you.”

She shuddered against him. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and whirled her to him. Her eyes were glazed.

“Suck them clean.”

He pushed his fingers into her mouth. After a moment, she complied and his cock throbbed.

“Adequate,” he said, taking them out of her mouth. “Now let’s go.”

Dante led Emma—or rather, “Mab”—into his private dungeon. He needed the walk to get his body back under control. He had to remind himself that this was all new to her. A part of him tried to stop himself from taking the next steps. This was Joey’s little sister. He hushed that voice. Not tonight she wasn’t.

Tonight, it was Mab who was going to get his full attention. The dim lighting in his private room cast shadows on the walls that were lined with an array of tools and equipment. The heavy door closed behind them, and he turned the lock with a satisfying click. Emma shivered in anticipation, her breath hitching when she met his intense gaze.

“Before we begin, it’s important that we communicate openly about our desires and needs,” Dante commanded. “You’ve already told me you want to be dominated, but are there any specific fantasies or acts you’d like to explore tonight?”

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