Page 65 of Desire

Emma closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being completely controlled by Dante. The buzzing between her legs only heightened the intensity of their connection. As he pumped his cock in and out of her throat, she felt the tip brush against the back of her throat.

“That’s it, my beautiful queen,” Dante murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Take all of me.”

His words echoed in her head, reminding her of who she was when she was with him. A submissive, desired, cherished. It was a role she had never thought she would want or could handle, but with Dante, it felt natural, right.

As she sucked and licked, embracing the thickness of Dante in her mouth, she reveled in the knowledge that she was his to command. Each pull of her hair, each forceful push of his hips, served as a reminder of his authority over her. And she willingly gave herself over to it, eager to please him.

A shiver of anticipation wracked Emma’s body as Dante tensed. When he came, she swallowed eagerly. Her chest heaved for air, her throat raw, as he slipped out of her mouth.

“Good girl,” Dante murmured, his voice rough with gratification.

The next sensation she felt was the soft bristles of a brush press against her breasts. Dante’s first pass was like a ghost’s touch. Her nipples tightened. The second brush was more abrasive, with a rasp of pressure that centered her thoughts to the sensation. The next pass was rougher, the jolt of pain catching her off guard, drawing a cry from her lips. But as soon as the sensation arrived, it was replaced by pleasure when Dante lowered his head and began to suck on her nipples, his tongue working its magic over the sensitive peaks.

“Sir, may I come?” Emma pleaded, the vibrator inside her pussy driving her toward the edge of her control. Her desire for release consumed her, yet she knew better than to take that step without his permission.

“Not yet, my queen,” Dante replied, all authority and dark promise. He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, tugging them gently, as he rolled her nipples around with his tongue. The combination of his skilled ministrations and the relentless vibrations within her threatened to undo her, but she clung to her submission, trusting in Dante to guide her.

Her need for release grew unbearable under Dante’s masterful touch. She longed to cry out, to beg for the climax she so desperately craved, but she held her tongue. She knew that when the moment was right, Dante would grant her the release she sought, and it would be all the more exquisite for the wait.

Emma’s breath hitched, her body trembling on the edge of release, Dante’s tongue flicking and tugging at her nipples in perfect harmony with the sweet vibrations emanating from within her. She felt precariously close to shattering, the sensations almost too much to bear.

“Please, Dante,” she panted, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m so close.”

“Well, I can fix that” came his low, sultry response as he removed the vibrator from her quivering pussy. The sudden absence left her feeling bereft, a desperate cry escaping her lips.

Dante offered no reprieve, pushing her down onto the mat until her cheek pressed against its cool surface, her ass raised invitingly into the air. The vulnerability of her position only heightened her arousal, every nerve ending in her body alive with anticipation.

A slick sound met Emma’s ears as Dante coated a smaller vibrator with lube, the sensation of the cold liquid dripping down her crack making her squirm. His fingers deftly circled her puckered butthole, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. With slow, deliberate pushes, he eased the vibrator inside her, eliciting a deep moan from Emma’s throat as she reveled in the sensation of being filled once more.

Each buzz sent shockwaves through her heightened arousal, blurring the line between pleasure and pain as her body begged for release.

“Is this what you want, Emma?” Dante murmured, his words a caress against her heated skin. “To be filled, pleasured, and pushed to your limits?”

Her response was immediate, an affirmation of desire that reached beyond the physical. “Yes, sir. Please.”

Dante’s fingers trailed down her back, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Then, leather tendrils teased her skin like a lover’s caress. She felt the air shift as he swung the flogger. She tensed for impact.

A loud smack reverberated through the room, echoing off the walls and sending vibrations through her body. She gasped, arching her back and pushing her ass further into the air. He struck her again, this time on the other cheek, and Emma cried out, lost in the feeling.

With each crack against her tender flesh, her mind began to reel, spinning as the line between pain and pleasure blurred into one exquisite experience. Her ass stung where the flogger had landed, but Emma welcomed the pain. It was a reminder that she was alive, that she was capable of feeling something beyond the numbness that had consumed her for so long. As Dante continued to strike her, Emma closed her eyes, surrendering to the demands coursing through her body.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and she barely registered the moment when Dante uncuffed her hands and ankles. With gentle ease, he lifted her to her feet, steadying her as her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.

“Trust me, Emma. I’ve got you,” he murmured, his breath warm against her earlobe. He removed the blindfold and she blinked up at his familiar and beloved face. She couldn’t believe this dangerous and handsome man was hers.

Emma sighed as the smaller vibrator was removed. Though the buzzing had ceased, phantom pulses seemed to echo through her body, leaving her trembling with desire. She was shocked when Dante clipped a leash onto her collar and gave it a gentle tug.

“We’re going for a walk, Queen Mab,” Dante informed her, leading her toward the door.

The dim lighting of the club outside the dungeon cast flickering shadows around Emma, her nakedness exposed and vulnerable as they stood in the doorway. Her breath hitched at the realization of what was about to transpire; she could feel the heat radiating from her reddened ass and the lingering sting on her breasts from Dante’s ministrations.

“Remember, you can safe word out anytime,” Dante said.

Would he think less of me if I did? The thought crossed her mind, a fleeting insecurity that threatened to overtake her desire to please him.

But then, as if a veil had been lifted, Emma remembered all that she had accomplished to get to this point. She had faced down Kiki’s taunts and emerged stronger than ever. She had accepted the offer to teach at the kindergarten, venturing into a new chapter of her life with determination.

“Thank you, sir” was all she said. With every step forward, she felt the weight of her past insecurities falling away.

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