Page 17 of Desire

Emma hesitated, her cheeks flushing pink beneath her mask. “I...I’m not sure,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to guide me, to show me what I’ve been missing.”

“Oh, yes,” Dante said, feeling a predatory smile playing on his lips. “But remember, you can always tell me to stop. It’s essential that you trust me, and I trust you to communicate your limits.”

“Do I need a safe word?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Not tonight. The words no, stop, or don’t, will work for this evening. If we have another session, we can talk more about limits and you can choose a safe word.”

“I understand,” Mab said, nodding her head as she looked up at him with complete submission. Dante felt a surge of arousal at the sight of her vulnerability, combined with her obvious desire for him.

“Good,” he murmured, stepping closer and running a hand through her silky hair. “I want you completely naked for me. Take off your clothes.”

Emma’s hands shook as she removed the gauzy skirt and thong. As per their agreement, she still wore her mask.

“You can leave the boots on,” he said. She was absolutely gorgeous. He moved over to where a thick cushion was laid out. “Now, come here and kneel before me.”

Emma obeyed without hesitation, sinking to her knees as she looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes. Dante felt a possessive thrill course through him at the sight.

“Open your mouth.”

She did.

“Wider,” he commanded.

She obeyed.

Goddamned tight pants. Still, it gave her time to change her mind. She didn’t. When he finally freed his cock, Dante paused. “You’re going to show me how sorry you are for coming without my permission. If you suck me well enough, I might go easy on your punishment.”

He pushed his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Dante groaned at the sensation, his head falling back as she began to suck and stroke him with surprising skill. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down, her eyes never leaving his.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice strained from the effort to maintain control.

She wasn’t so damned innocent that she didn’t know what she was doing to him.

Testing her, he held her head still while he pushed in deep. He thrust once and she swallowed a slight gag. Pulling her hair, he eased her off his cock, a trail of saliva connecting them. “Everything all right?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop him. In fact, she gripped his leather pants that were resting low on his hips for balance. He rocked in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, holding her head until her eyes watered, but she never protested. She just eagerly took everything he gave her. She just might be perfect.

“I’m going to come. You’re going to swallow it.”

Emma moaned, gripping him tighter.

“That’s such a good girl,” he gritted out. Her mouth was incredible, the sliding sensation dragging him right over the edge. He held her tight against him as she eagerly swallowed. Lights exploded behind his eyes, and he twitched as the orgasm flooded into her mouth. Fuck, that felt good. When he was done, he slipped out of her mouth. Gently, he lifted her up and held her close.

“You were amazing,” he said and stroked her hair. He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. Mine. All mine.

Emma cuddled into him and allowed him to guide her to a large chair. He pulled his tight pants back up and sat down before pulling her on his lap. He held her and kissed her sweetly until she began moving restlessly against him.

“I think you’re ready for your punishment now.”

“What?”

He pushed her down so she was sprawled across his lap. Dante squeezed her perfect ass in his hands. “Normally I’d use a flogger, but since this is our first time, I’m going to spank you by hand. You’re all right with that, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

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