Page 48 of Desire

“On the table. Face down.”

She did as he ordered and felt cool leather straps being fastened around her wrists and ankles, securing her to the table. The table was soft against her cheek, the material warmed from some internal heating mechanism. She fought the urge to squirm as Dante loomed over her, as seconds stretched into small eternities.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, his fingers trailing a slow, tantalizing path along her exposed skin.

“Yes, sir.”

As she lay face down on the table, bound and exposed, she felt a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. The air was heavy with the scent of lavender and sandalwood, enveloping her senses and heightening her awareness of every touch.

“Relax,” Dante murmured, his warm breath ghosting over her skin as he moved closer. “I want you to enjoy this.”

His voice was like a silken caress, soothing and commanding all at once. Emma felt herself surrendering to him, trusting that he would guide her through the uncharted territory they were about to explore together.

A moment later, she felt the first slick touch of heated oil being poured onto her body. It was a sensation unlike any other—warm and slippery, a liquid embrace that made her shiver in pleasure. Then his hands were on her, strong and sure, kneading into muscles still sore from her skating drills.

A groan escaped her as he found a particularly stubborn knot, worked it ruthlessly until it dissolved beneath his ministrations. His touch was a live wire, tracing shimmering threads of sensation along her nerve endings until she was sure she would combust from the aching need he stoked with each stroke. A distant corner of her brain registered the subtle spice of the oil, something earthy and primal that made her want to writhe against the table until the throbbing ache between her thighs subsided.

But Dante controlled the tempo, his touch maddeningly precise as he mapped every quivering inch of her. “You did well today, Emma. You’ve earned this reward.”

His praise washed over her, more potent than any intoxicant. This was what she craved—his approval, his attention. She would gladly bear any number of bruises if it meant she could linger here, suspended in this blissful fugue where the only things that existed were his hands on her body and the low rasp of his voice.

Time lost all meaning under his reverent care, each languid stroke of his hands pushing her deeper into a simmering haze of absolute, utter relaxation punctuated by bright sparks of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, hands working magic on her tired feet.

“Y-yes,” she stammered, unable to fully articulate the depth of her pleasure.

“Good,” he said, a note of satisfaction evident in his tone. “Now, I want you to focus on your breathing and let go of everything else.”

Emma did as instructed, drawing in deep, calming breaths as Dante continued. With each exhale, she felt herself sinking deeper into the soft, padded surface of the table, her muscles melting under his touch.

As if sensing her growing arousal, Dante shifted his attention to more intimate areas, his oiled fingers tracing the curve of her ass before delving between her cheeks. He stroked her gently, his fingers teasing and stretching her puckered hole with a patience that left her trembling with need. With each stroke of Dante’s fingertips, relaxed deeper. The heated oil caressed her skin, igniting a need within her that she had to satisfy or she would go mad. She moaned softly as his fingers stretched her, teasing the tightness before plunging inside her.

“Please,” she whispered, arching her back. “I need...I want more.”

Dante chuckled darkly. He inserted a second finger into her anus, filling her up completely.

He leaned in close, his hot breath brushing against her ear. “You like that, don’t you? Being filled up like this?” He fucked her slow with his fingers, easing in and out. It was a sweet friction that made her tremble with need.

Emma nodded frantically, unable to form words. All that mattered was the sensation coursing through her body.

“Tell me how much you want it,” Dante commanded. His voice was like velvet, smooth and hypnotic.

“I need...I need...” Emma bit her lip, trying to find the right words. “I need you to fuck me, Dante.”

“Patience, my sweet Emma,” he admonished, even as he slowly pushed his well-lubricated fingers in and out of her tight passage. “This is about discovery and exploration—not just physical satisfaction.”

She gritted her teeth, struggling to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her as Dante continued to fuck her ass with his fingers. Her body clenched around him in desperate hunger, each slow thrust driving her wild.

Without warning, Dante removed his fingers and replaced them with a small vibrator, the buzzing sensation causing her eyes to widen in surprise. She could feel every pulse of the vibrator deep inside her, echoing through her core.

The unexpected pleasure was quickly followed by the feeling of Dante’s tongue lapping at her swollen pussy, his skilled mouth working in tandem with the insistent vibrations.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice breaking in desperation. “Please let me come...I need it so badly.”

“Ask me properly,” he demanded, pausing in his ministrations.

“Please, sir,” she begged, the honorific slipping past her lips without a second thought. “May I come for you?”

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