Page 24 of Pain and Pleasure

I nod as his hands squeeze my thighs, pulling me closer as his thrusts somehow grow faster. I’m crying out as the first contraction of my orgasm comes, my muscles squeezing his thick cock as it continues to pound into me. He growls as I come, his dick hitting my spot with every thrust.

“That’s right, baby girl. Take it. Take it all and fucking milk me,” he demands as my first orgasm bleeds into another one. I love that he talks like a filthy man when he fucks me. I know it’s because I drive him to this and it fills me with pride, but also gives me an idea.

I wrap my legs tighter around him and move one of my hands that’s gripping the vanity to his throat. His eyes go wide as my fingers wrap around and press into his pulse, but I leave them there because he starts to fuck me even harder.

“Do you talk to all of your whores like this?” I grunt out as he circles his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing at my cervix. It feels otherworldly. I’m so distracted by it, that it takes me a moment to realize my question has him grinning.

Fuck, I love it when he smiles like that. Especially at me.

“None of my whores ever came close to doing what you do to me, Esmeralda. You drive me fucking insane,” he grunts.

See what I mean about my heart?

His cock starts to swell inside me, growing larger somehow and wringing another climax from me. He shouts out as he comes, the sticky wetness now leaking out of my pussy and onto my thigh. I go to grab a tissue as he pulls back, but he swats my hand away as I try to clean myself. He grips my wrist with one hand as the other tucks his cock back into his pants, zipping up before he puts my panties back in place.

“Don’t. I like knowing that you’ll be dripping from me under the dinner table while I feed you.” He fixes my hair and touches my cheek, staring at me as I try to calm my breathing. I can tell he wants to fuck me more, by the way his eyes travel from my face to my breasts, the amber orbs darkening to black almost. He’s insatiable, this man. Not that I have an issue with that.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He grunts as he helps me off the vanity and sets me on my feet. I bite back a smile as I fix my dress, eyeing the black box he set down on one of my dressers.

“What’s in the box?” I ask and he walks to pick it up, holding it in his palms as my fingers run across the top of it.

“Something that reminded me of you.” He practically whispers, his voice sounding strange. I look up and he looks away, like a shy little boy. I love when he gives me glimpses of himself like this, glimpses that I know deep down no one has had the pleasure of seeing. Glimpses that he finally gives me.

“Show me,” I demand, looking him in the eye as he returns his gaze to me. He lets out a dark chuckle, raising a perfect eyebrow at me.

“As you wish, princess.” I love when he calls me that, his accent is thicker when he says the word princess and it makes me fucking swoon. My heart is damned because of this man.

He opens the box to reveal a large emerald necklace, the stone so pure that the color resembles the deep sea almost. It is a teardrop cut and is circled with diamonds, the whole pendant large enough to cover the center of my palm. The chain is also encrusted with diamonds. I gasp as he pulls it from the box and moves behind me, lifting my hair and clasping the heavy piece around my neck. The pendant rests at the base of my throat. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I look like an actual princess. He kisses the side of my neck and I tremble, overwhelmed by his sweetness.

“This is double my college tuition, Dante. Please tell me this is like the movie Pretty Woman and that you’ll be returning it to the jeweler later.” He chuckles at me as he moves around to face me, his fingers touching the heavy and expensive jewel around my neck.

“I hate that I know what you’re referencing, but unfortunately I’ve seen that movie one too many times because my sister always watched it.” His expression shifts slightly from the mention of his sister, but it goes right back to the calm resolve he always wears.

“Something you should know about me, Esmeralda, is that I don’t borrow.” He leans forward and kisses the heavy emerald at my throat. “And I definitely don’t share.” He all but growls in my ear. I shiver as he pulls away.

“I’ll leave to finish getting ready. And remember, if you clean up that little pussy of yours, I’ll just make it messy all over again on our way to dinner.”

He winks at me and closes the door behind him, leaving me blushed and breathless.

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We’re on our way to dinner and the car is silent, but it’s a comfortable silence. Dante’s hand is resting on my thigh, the platinum watch on his wrist gleaming in the moonlight.

Ricky is supposed to meet us at the club with Sergio after dinner, so I get alone time with this dark god for a little while. I feel giddy and I want to tell myself to slow down with the emotions, but I know it’d be useless. He has me wrapped around him like a shiny and tight bow.

He turns his face from the window to look at me, his hand moving from my thigh to under my dress, fingering around my panties and smiling when he finds that they’re still wet. I shouldn't smile, but I can’t help it. I can’t help it, but I like pleasing him.

“Good girl,” he growls and I vow to myself that I will do everything in my power to listen to him more often now.

He moves his hand back to my thigh and I clear my throat.

“So, where exactly are we going?” I ask as he looks at his phone. He’s frowning, but it disappears when he looks back at me. I want to ask him what’s troubling him, but we’re not at that level of transparency yet and I don’t want to ruin the calmness between us.

“One of my restaurants. Javier creates the menus for both of my restaurants, so critique lightly. We don't want to bruise his ego.” He winks at me and I smile.

Javier never mentioned that he is a part of Dante’s restaurants. This whole time I’ve been thinking that he’s been holed up in the kitchen of his mansion. I’m glad he's still able to showcase his delicious art to the world. I hope he doesn’t mind giving me a few pointers when I start to create my menu for my business project.

We come to a stop and Sergio lets us out before he peels away back to the mansion. Dante’s arm is wrapped tightly around my waist, and I stare at the beautiful brick building with intricate glass windows before us. I feel like I’ve stepped into a different culture, the stone building resembling old architecture from South America. There’s a lush garden lining the perimeter and so much light pouring out from the windows. White fencing and railings lined the second story and the entrance. Inside, I see waiters bustling around and serving the large amounts of customers seated at various tables. It’s colorful and not at all like Dante.

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