Page 66 of Desire

Moving out of the dungeon, Emma felt a surge of courage and pride wash over her. As they walked through the club, Leo and Jana appeared from around a corner, falling into step behind them. The married couple were also Dante’s subs, but Emma knew their relationship was different from hers and Dante’s. Their bond was platonic, lacking the intensely sexual and romantic connection that she and Dante shared. It comforted her knowing that their arrangement remained exclusive in that regard.

The sound of laughter and light chatter grew louder as they approached an open area. Emma’s heart raced, her body tense with anticipation. She had been so focused on her submission and growth that she hadn’t considered facing an audience of fellow kinksters.

Dante led her up onto a small stage, illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. With every step, Emma tried to work through her embarrassment, reminding herself of the strength and confidence she had cultivated throughout her journey with Dante.

Glancing around at the faces in the crowd, she realized that they were all smiling, their eyes filled with warmth and genuine happiness. There was no ridicule or judgment, only support and understanding. The realization filled her with a sense of belonging, as though she had found her place among these kindred spirits.

“Welcome, everyone,” Dante addressed the crowd, his voice commanding yet gentle. “Tonight, we celebrate not only our shared passions, but also the incredible journey of my queen, Mab.”

With her heart thudding in her chest, Emma stood on the stage beside Dante, feeling the heat of his presence and the weight of the kinksters’ gazes. Her breath hitched when his hand reached for a large velvet box, anticipation and curiosity flooding through her veins.

“Club Inferno,” he announced, his voice reverberating throughout the room, “I am crowning my love, my heart, and the woman I hope to be my wife.” The words sent a shockwave through Emma’s body, her mind struggling to process the enormity of his sentiment.

Opening the box, Dante revealed an intricate tiara, its delicate silverwork glistening under the soft light. As he placed it upon her head, she felt the weight of not just the crown, but the depth of their connection.

“I present to you, fellow members of Club Inferno, Queen Mab.” The club erupted in applause, and shouts of “Welcome Queen Mab” filled the air. She could feel the warmth of their acceptance, as if they were all embracing her with open arms.

Dante’s lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, one that spoke volumes about the intensity of his desire and the bond they shared. His fingers traveled down her body until he reached between her legs. She spread them obediently for him, and while his mouth devoured hers, he fingered her clit with expert strokes. She gasped into his kisses, rubbing herself on his fingers. The crowd faded away until all she felt was his touch bringing her to the edge again. The world around her seemed to blur as she focused on the sensations running through her body. Her breathing grew heavier, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Emma yanked back from the kiss, panting heavily. Dante’s fingers were still inside her, stroking her clit in a rhythm that had her on the edge of release.

“P-please, sir. May I come?” she whispered.

“Ask it louder.” He didn’t stop tickling her clit and she squirmed.

“Please, sir,” she yelled. “May I come?”

“Well?” Dante asked the crowd.

There were a few nos and Emma whipped her head around. But then the yeses outweighed them.

Dante lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked while his fingers drove her to oblivion. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She went up on tiptoes and crested into an orgasm that shook her from head to toe.

Her orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave, and she cried out as she came, her release echoing through the club. The applause from the audience was thunderous and she started to shake.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. He scooped her up into his strong arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her back toward the safety and intimacy of his dungeon.

People congratulated them and clapped Dante on the back as he strode by them.

“I love you,” Emma murmured, her eyes locked with his, conveying the depths of her feelings. “And I would be proud to be your wife.”

Emma knew that she couldn’t have asked for a better partner, both in BDSM and in life. Smiling up at him, her heart was filled with gratitude for this man who had taken her on a journey she never could have imagined.

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