Page 23 of Pain and Pleasure

I tuck my hair behind my ears and his eyes track the movement, his hand still gripping my thigh as he licks his full lips. I know what he wants, I can see it all over his face and feel the sexual tension between us cracking through the air like static electricity. It makes me shiver.

“Are you going to let me plan your party? I like event planning as much as I do cooking. That is...if it’ll be up to your high standards.” I smirk at him as I tease.

He scoots closer to me, his hands going to my waist so that he can pull me from the bed and onto his lap, my thighs hugging his hips as he licks at my jaw. I close my eyes in contentment, the feel of his hot tongue practically melting me on the spot.

“You want to celebrate me, pequeña?” he says as his tongue goes from my jaw to my throat, trailing down to my breast. He kisses them through my shirt, creating wet spots. I nod eagerly and he moans.

“Everything you do exceeds my expectations, Esmeralda. You have no idea just how perfect you really are.”

He flips me and throws me back on the bed, laying over me as his hand grips the tops of my pants, yanking off the fabric and throwing it to the floor.

11

Esmeralda

It’sSaturday evening and I step out of the shower, my headache slowly dissipating from the warm water.

This week of school has been both stressful and exciting. I am trying not to cram in everything, but the combination of planning my business and writing papers has my head in a vice lock grip. Some nights, Dante would come to my room and ease my tension with his body. And while the relief worked for the time being, as soon as he would leave the headache would come right back.

He told me last night that Ricky and I would be going to one of his clubs tonight, so we had to be ready by nine. However, after eating me to completion this morning, he asked more of me.

“I need you ready by seven tonight,” he said as he wiped my wetness from his lips, staring at me as I slid my underwear and pants back on.

“I thought you said Ricky and I had to be ready at nine?” I pulled my laptop out and powered it up for my morning composition class.

“I did and you do. However, you and I will be going to one of my restaurants before. Wear something nice,” he said, as if everything in my closet didn’t have a designer tag on it.

He bent down, his dark and tousled hair tickling my chin as he kissed the base of my throat, murmuring into my skin.

“Maybe something silk, too.” I laughed as he bit me gently before leaving me to my schoolwork.

I blow dry my hair and smile at the new color decorating my strands. I grew tired of the red and had Ricky grab some hair color and supplies from the store on his way back from Marianne’s shop last night. He helped me color it back to its dark hue, however, he picked black instead of a brown so the red could be taken out completely. The new shade makes my golden skin look a little brighter, my green eyes standing out more than ever. I feel much more comfortable like this, more natural.

I’ve also been getting better at giving my hair the perfect blowout. I’ve never really had access to the right supplies to do so, but now that I do, I can make my hair come alive. It’s volume and soft curls shining around my face. I apply a light makeup look that Dante appreciates as much as I do. I find that I like looking nice for him, so I’m thankful that he prefers me to have a natural face instead of caking it with colors and products that have never suited me.

Once I’m in my closet, I dig through my underwear drawer, trying to find something that he’ll want to peel off me later. I know I shouldn’t be thinking of him with every choice I make or thing I do, but I can’t help it. The man has slid inside my mind and claimed residence there since I’ve known him. Except now, he’s staked claim over my heart. Falling in love with him has been a war that I’ve lost, the brick wall in guarding my heart crumbling more and more with each brush of his lips or admission that falls from them.

I decide on a white, silk and lace thong set. The silk of the bra and panties covers my intimate parts, the lace a band beneath my breasts and on my hips. I slide on the dark blue, silk bodycon dress and admire how well it shapes my body. It stops mid-thigh and the sweetheart cut gives a nice and subtle view of my cleavage.

I’m putting on my heels when a knock sounds on my door and I see Dante walk in. He’s wearing a dark grey, form-fitting suit. His black shoes are shiny, and his black hair is slicked back, a small lock curling over his forehead and stopping at his eye. I start to grow wet as he walks towards me, dominating even the air in the room. I look down at his hands and notice that he’s carrying a black box.

“Jodida fenomenal.”Fucking phenomenal,he mutters as his rough hand that’s not holding the box goes to my neck.

“You dyed your hair back,” he murmurs as his hand goes to my head, petting my hair and lifting a lock to his nose. He inhales and growls, dropping my hair and moving his hand to my neck.

“So exquisite,” he rumbles as his hand grips my neck tightly.

It wraps around my throat, and his thumb pressing against my pulse. He tugs me forward and I stumble, my heels catching on the carpet. He sets the box down and steadies me, his free hand now gripping my ass and sliding my dress up to reveal my panties. His eyes darken when he spots them and I bury my face in his neck, all but moaning at his luxurious scent.

“I was supposed to surprise you with this new set…” I groan as his hand goes from my hip to the front of my panties, palming my entire pussy and making me tremble from the contact. His finger traces the lace outline and slips past, finding my clit immediately and making me shake.

“As much as I love surprises, baby, when it comes to you, I’m a very impatient man.”

I smile against his throat, but then am left gasping as he lifts me with one hand on my ass and sets me down on my vanity. My makeup and perfume fall off and I moan as he pulls my panties to the side and frees his cock, sliding into my wet sex in an instant.

There’s no preamble, Dante starts to fuck me like a mad man. He pounds into me so hard that more items fall off my vanity and clatter to the floor. I tilt my head back and smile and the hand that’s been covering my throat lifts and goes to my mouth. He slips a finger inside and I bite down on it, pulling a moan from him as he rails me into another world.

“I love that you take whatever I give you,” he grunts out. “You take whatever I give you because you love coming around my fucking cock, don’t you Emmie?”

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