Page 7 of Danica's Revenge

Dante looks at me but doesn’t dare to question.He knows that look, that voice.

“Yes, Miss,” he walks to the door and does as he’s told.“Danica, I—” he starts but I cut him off.

“Quiet,boy!Stay right there,” I instruct, slowly untying the belt of my robe.The look on his face makes me want to smile but I keep up the strict act.Discipline is an important part of Dante’s training.Our contract says as much.It says many other things too, listing all our boundaries, our maybes, our absolute desires.Within the confines of those papers lie the instructions for our entire dynamic…and those confines are not confining at all.He wants me to do whatever I want to him.Still, I have limits I won’t cross.And Dante respects that.

I drop the robe from my shoulders, the smooth material falling open around my breasts.Dante stands frozen, obediently, practically salivating at the sight.It’s been a few days since I've allowed him to cum.I know he’s easily aroused now, just the way I like him.He is always more submissive when he hasn’t had a release in a while.

I slowly uncross my legs, revealing the absence of underwear.

A murmur escapes Dante’s mouth.I can tell he’s burning with desire but does not dare to move without permission.We’ve been working on his training.Many painful punishments later, Dante is a better submissive for it.We are both figuring it out—me, how to be dominant; him, how to submit.But with each other, it doesn’t feel like work, it feels natural.

“Come here,” I whisper powerfully, summoning him with my forefinger.

He starts walking and I hold up my hand.Stop.

“Is this how you approach your Queen?On your knees!”I command and Dante instantly drops to the floor, eyes lowered.

Slowly, he crawls toward me, expensive pants on an expensive carpet—everything worthless to him except pleasing me.What a beautiful sight.

When he stops on the floor beneath me, I grab a fistful of his thick, curly, dark locks and pull his face up between my legs.

I always wake up horny and Dante never leaves that state.It is the perfect combination.Maybe it is because I can’t ever get enough of him, of the pleasure he brings me.

“Look at me, darling,” I command sweetly.

His dark green eyes flicker with lust, with desperation, as he meets mine.

“What do you want?Tell me,” I whisper, holding him there, face mere inches from my naked cunt.He dares not look anywhere but my eyes.

“To…to serve you.Please,” Dante begs.

I throw my head back and laugh from my belly.I will never tire of seeing such a strong powerful man reduced to a whimpering boy.

The idea that Emilio is just outside the door brings me great joy.Nobody has any idea that I'm not the one on my knees right now, that their fearless leader is indeed petrified, petrified of never being allowed to cum again at the hands of his cruel Queen.

“I haven’t showered yet,” I say, releasing his hair.

Dante inhales deeply, almost panting at the revelation.I know it drives him mad.The smell, the taste…he loves it when I am dirty.He’s told me before.

He whines in desperation, gaze focused on my bush.

I reach down, unbuttoning the top of his shirt to reveal his beautiful leather collar beneath.I hook my finger through the metal loop and yank his face into my pussy.

“Please me,tesoro!”I lock my legs behind his back, pulling him further into me.A loud moan rises from my lips as Dante flicks his tongue over my clit, trained to perfection to make his Mistress cum.

I know Emilio can hear us but it only makes it hotter.

I pinch my nipples between my fingers, grinding my hips into Dante’s face in a rhythm I know will send me over the edge in minutes.

Beside me, Dante’s cellphone starts ringing.It’s an unknown number.I smack it off the table but it continues to ring.

“Don’t you dare stop until you lap up every damn drop, understood?”I hiss between my teeth, gasping between little moans.

The head between my thighs nods but does not slow down.I know he enjoys losing himself in my desires; it allows him to clear his mind.Win-win,I think, biting my lip as the pleasure builds between my thighs.

“Just like that… Such a good boy,” I coo encouragingly in the Mommy-voice I reserve only for him; the Mommy-voice that instantly gets him hard, desperate.

I howl loudly as the pinnacle of my climax reaches its crescendo, digging my heels into Dante’s back.

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