Page 16 of Danica's Revenge

“Just like that, don’t stop.”He doesn’t.Dante wants this as much as I do.

I can feel it in my stomach first—the climax that builds and builds until it explodes in tingles that run up my spine and over my whole body.

I moan loudly, freely, as the orgasm reaches its crescendo.I don’t care who hears me, why would I?

Dante slows down his movements, flicking his tongue over my pussy lips in broad strokes as he swallows every last drop of my orgasm.

“No more,” I gasp, pulling his hair.

I bring my leg over and collapse next to him, panting heavily, eyes closed, as I ride wave after wave of pleasure spilling over my body.I know Dante is just watching me, enjoying my orgasm too.But he doesn’t touch me.He gives me the space to enjoy the moment.How well-trained he is…

That Domme did well, I think, forcing my breath back to a steady rhythm.At first, I dismissed the idea of getting a professional to guide me as “preposterous.”I could figure it out myself.Why would I let some stranger show me how to please my man?

But Dante eventually convinced me to just come to the club with him once,just to watch.I hadn’t even known places like that existed.My innocent previous life had been nothing like the world of dark luxury Dante was accustomed to.

The “club” is more like a private mansion with different floors and rooms for any desire a deprived rich person could have.Dante was very specific about who we had gone there to see.I could tell that hadn't been his first time there.“An old friend,” he had said, smiling, as we entered the room of Mistress Adira.I knew he’d never visited her for services because I was the only woman he’d ever let dominate him.He told me so often.But I imagined he enjoyed watching her dominate others, especially the female subs.

She is so stunningly beautiful, Mistress Adira.Not just her physical features, the olive skin, the long dark hair that curls around her shoulders; it is the grace and elegance with which she conducts herself, the dominance that oozes out of her without a grain of forcefulness.Her movements are almost liquid, smooth.

I'd sat mesmerized on the couch, Dante’s arm around me, as we watched her command two subs.It was a private show.Nobody else had been there.The subs were male, both of them, and had their faces hidden behind masks.I'd felt bad for invading their privacy, but Dante had assured me that they got off on being watched and that we were actually doing them a favor.

One of the subs was a huge man, bulky, ripped, even bigger than Dante.But he had crawled behind Mistress Adira like a whimpering dog as she'd led him around with a leash around his small cock.I hadn't been able to tear my eyes from the scene, watching as they obeyed her, desperate for her approval.

The next time we saw her, she was standing in our very own playroom, dressed in the highest heels I’d ever seen and very little else—just a harness that covered strategic bits.Her body was perfect, toned, tall.I wanted tobeher andfuckher at the same time.There was something so sensual about her, commanding a secret power that could be felt but not named.

Dante had been a willing guinea pig, letting us use his body as a test subject for my Domme education.Lucky boy.Enduring both pain and pleasure (and often both) as Mistress Adira had shown me how to take control.

She'd helped us set up the contract too, guiding us in naming our desires and spelling out the boundaries.There'd been a lot of “to be explored” answers on my list, whereas Dante had already been sure of what he liked and didn’t.What hedidn’tlike was very limited.His green list was far longer, including many things I couldn’t see myself mastering—at least not yet.

Mistress Adira had come over twice a week for two months.I knew Dante must have paid her handsomely, but money had never been mentioned.

Such a Goddess.There had been times when all I'd wanted was for her to make me kneel before her, begging for permission to bury my face in her cunt.Many times…

I’m pulled back to Dante in the present as his ringing cell phone cuts through the sensual memory.He sighs and picks up.It must be very important for him to answer now.I watch his face change, the frown that gathers above his brow.With a singlesìhe puts the phone down again.

“You have to go?”I already know the answer before he speaks.

“I’m sorry, my love, I—” he tries to apologize but I cut him off.

“It’s okay.I know it’s already way beyond your usual wake-up time.Go.”I smile, squeezing his hand.

In a single smooth sweep, he pulls me toward him again, kissing me hungrily.I can taste my orgasm on his lips and I lick him lustfully.

“Breakfast of champions,” I wink.

“Such a crazy woman.”Dante laughs as he shakes his head.“Where have you been all my life?”

“Probably under-aged.”I grin.

“Good point.I’m sorry I have to go,tesoro.Trust me when I say there is nothing I want more than to stay here all day with you.”Dante gets up and turns on the shower.

“I know, baby.It’s okay.I need more sleep anyway.”

It’s true.By the time he's done showering and dressed, I’m fast asleep again.I don’t even hear him leave or feel the kisses I’m sure he planted on my face, my breasts too (knowing him).

I need a shower, but I put that on my later-list, my body heavy with post-orgasm fatigue.

Priorities.

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