Page 17 of Pain and Pleasure

"Dilo."Say it.

I don't ask what he means. I know what he means because I feel it in every fiber of my being. I feel the truth of what we are, what I am deep inside my bones.

His. I'm his.

"Fucking say it, Esmeralda!" He shouts as his hips piston against mine, his come already leaking, trickling out and inside. It's all it takes before I erupt around him once more.

"I'm yours!" I shout into the night, his lips crashing to mine once more, swallowing both of our orgasms down.

The room is quiet after, the air filled with our labored breathing. I wince as he pulls out of me, his hands petting my wet pussy, admiring it from where he sits on his knees. He gets up and discards the rest of his clothing. Kneeling naked on the bed, his cock is still hard as he loosens the ties on my wrists, freeing me. I feel awkward now, unsure of what to do.

Do I get dressed and leave? Do I stay? Most of our talking is either through arguing or our explosive sex, so I'm stuck in foreign territory right now. Dante senses my unease and pulls me to him, stripping my torn lingerie from my body and kissing my wrists. It makes me smile.

So he can be gentle.

"That was my favorite, you know," I say slyly, my shoulder lifting towards the direction of my torn lingerie on the floor.

Dante looks down and smiles deviously, and it makes my heart freeze in my chest.

"I'll put an order in for another set. I may know somebody who can help." He winks at me and I suddenly feel shy. We've never really flirted before or had a carefree conversation. I feel like an alien in his bed.

"I'll get up and go back to my room in a minute, I just need to change," I explain as I bend down to retrieve my dress from the floor. His hand snaps out and wraps around my wrist, pulling me back into the bed and against his solid chest, wrapping me up into his arms and the velvet duvet on his bed.

"Have you already forgotten what you just screamed out in my bed seconds ago?"

My face heats and he pulls my chin up to face him, his eyes dark and serious, holding mine raptly. They're so hypnotizing.

"You're not leaving.You're mine."

He wants me to stay?

"What exactly does that mean, Dante?" My question is a loaded one, a question that neither of us know how to answer. He savors his response, sitting on it for a few minutes.

"Something only time will tell, pequeña."

His words are a whisper as he envelopes me, pulling me into the cusp of sleep. The warmth radiating from him lulls me to silence, his arms the best blanket to ever wrap around me. I fall into a restful sleep, never leaving the confines of his hold.

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I awake with the birds, looking around and blinking rapidly. I slowly recall last night's events and realize that I'm still in Dante's bed, my ass against his cock which is hardening the more I press into it. It makes me smile and his hands tighten around my stomach, pulling me further back into him.

"Good morning, Esmeralda."

His voice is gravel, and I find that I like it best when he's sleepy. It's the sexiest I've ever heard. I don't answer him, instead I turn around and press my bare breasts to his chest. He moans in approval and leans down for a kiss, but I pull my head away and kiss my way down his chest. He raises an eyebrow and I catch his medallion between my teeth, sucking into my mouth as he curses.

"Bruja."Witch, he mutters.

I smile and lick my way down his stomach, stopping at his cock and staring at its hard beauty. I never thought that a penis could be perfect, but it is. I'm afraid his will be the only one that I'll ever want and that thought scares me, but I decide to live in the moment.

My tongue snakes out and around the tip of his cock, licking away the small bit of precum that's leaked out of it, still tasting myself on him from last night. It's such a heady concoction of taste that it makes me take his cock deeper into my mouth, trying to suck him from root to tip, but struggling due to his size.

He growls his approval and my eyes snap to his, holding his gaze as I try to take him down my throat. I do my best not to gag, but the action makes my eyes water. I slide up and down slowly, taking him deeper each time, my mouth getting more accustomed to his length. I pick up my pace and Dante growls deeper, his hips rising up, pushing his cock even deeper.

This time I gag and can't control it. His eyes go wild and his hands rush to my hair, pulling it and my head back, away from his wet and hard cock. I whimper at his withdrawal and he smiles like the devil, pulling my body up so that I'm laying on top of him, my breasts to his chest.

"We're not done yet," he says in a dark voice before he pulls my hips down onto his, seating my pussy over his cock as I cry out loudly, my sounds of desire mixing with the morning song of the birds.

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