Page 40 of Desire

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THAT NIGHT IN THE DUNGEON, Dante’s fingers brushed against her skin as he adjusted the cuffs. The anticipation was killing her, the cold metal chain connecting the cuffs sending goose bumps down her spine.

“Beautiful,” Dante murmured.

He positioned her beneath a sturdy hook hanging from the ceiling, attaching the chain from her cuffs to the hook, allowing her enough freedom to move, yet still bound to his will. The weight of her submission pressed down on her like the heavy velvet curtains encasing the room, both comforting and suffocating at the same time.

“Tell me what you need, Emma,” Dante said, his gaze intense and unwavering.

“I...I want to feel your control, to know that you’ll protect me.” Her voice was barely audible, a whisper of vulnerability that seemed to hang in the air between them. “But I want to change.”

“Change? You’re perfect just the way you are.”

“Here, I am. When I’m with you. Like this. I want to be this free when I’m not in the dungeon.”

“Trust me,” Dante urged, his hand cupping her face, his thumb stroking her cheek with tender possessiveness. “I will guide you, cherish you, and push you to new heights. But you must trust me.”

Emma took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of him, the warmth of his touch. “I trust you.”

He smiled, a predatory grin that reached into the depth of her as he stepped back and reached for a flogger hanging on the wall. The cool leather strands caressed her skin, teasing her senses as Dante traced patterns across her body, heightening her anticipation.

“Are you ready, Emma?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes and bracing herself for what was to come.

The first strike of the flogger landed on her back, a sharp contrast of pain and pleasure that made her gasp. With each subsequent lash, Emma’s body ached and soared, embracing the intensity of their connection. Dante wielded the flogger with skill and precision, his every movement a testament to his expertise and care.

As the final strike landed, leaving her body trembling and flushed, Dante released her from the cuffs, his strong arms enveloping her in an embrace that spoke of love and belonging.

“What comes next,” he whispered into her ear, his breath warm and soothing against her sweat-dampened skin, “is only what I share with you.”

“Thank you, sir,” Emma said, her voice ragged and filled with emotion, as they stood together in the dimly lit playroom, the darkness now a sanctuary.

“Undress for me,” Dante ordered.

Obediently, she peeled off her clothes, each layer discarded like a shedding of her earlier doubts and fears. As Dante watched her with hungry eyes, the last remnants of her insecurity vanished, replaced by a fierce desire to feel him inside her again.

He guided her onto the bed, his hands exploring her body with a reverent touch that whispered of devotion and reverence. He paused to slip on a condom.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to capture one of her nipples between his lips. She arched her back, moaning softly as he suckled her, his hand tracing lazy circles around the other nipple. His touch sent fire through her nerve endings. He sucked harder. She could feel the rasp of his beard on the sensitive skin of her breasts.

“Mmm, more,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Dante smiled wickedly before positioning himself at her entrance. He slowly eased inside her, filling her up with his hard length. Emma gasped, feeling the stretch of his cock as he began to move within her. He started slow, teasing her with shallow thrusts that made her ache for deeper penetration.

“Please, sir,” she begged, arching her hips off the bed in desperation. “Fuck me harder.”

Her plea was met with a low chuckle from Dante. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, his thick cock going deep with every powerful stroke. Emma cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt herself being taken to the edge.

With each passing moment, the intensity of their lovemaking increased. Their bodies became one, moving together in perfect sync as they sought release. As Emma felt herself start to climax, Dante slowed his movements, drawing out the sensation until she was begging to come and writhing beneath him.

“You may come,” he allowed, and her orgasm exploded like a firework show.

Emma’s body was still humming with pleasure as Dante rolled them so he was on the bottom, his hard cock slipping out of her wet heat momentarily. She gasped as he settled her on top of him. His hands gripped her hips as he began to thrust upward. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples still sensitive from his earlier attentions. She looked into his eyes, seeing the raw desire there, and she knew that this was where she belonged.

“Ride me,” he growled. Emma nodded, her hands steadying herself on his shoulders as she began to move. She felt powerful, in control, as she set the pace, grinding down on him as he filled her over and over again.

Dante’s hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, teasing her nipples as she rode him. She moaned, throwing her head back as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tightening around him as he thrust deeper.

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