Page 31 of Pain and Pleasure

I know it's not because he's a heartless monster, because he isn't that. He's fucked up and controlling, but he has a heart and he's given me a few glimpses of it. From what I can see, it's shattered. But I'll keep pushing my way in slowly, the only way I know how. I lean forward, pressing my breasts to his mouth as my lips find his forehead.

"Just try," I whisper against him. "For me. We'll do it together."

I kiss down his face and feel his growl more than I can hear it. I look into his eyes and see his silent battle within them, confusion filtering over their amber hue. I lift my hips up and tease his cock with my wet entrance, his growl sounds deeper now, his hands gripping my hips like I'm going to disappear.

"It'll be our little secret," I say before slowly, very slowly, sliding his cock into my wet heat.

His head tips back and he locks eyes with me, his hands still gripping me tight as I start to move and slide over him at a leisurely pace. It feels so fucking good like this and I know he feels it too, I can see it in his eyes as they stay locked with mine as I make love to him slowly.

"You feel so good like this. So, so good, Dante," I moan, my hands going to my breasts as I rotate my hips on him.

His eyes widen and nostrils flare, but I feel his cock swell inside of me. He likes it, but he's trying to fight it. My hands slide from my breasts to his on my hips, I cover them and urge him to move them. We stare at one another as he slowly moves his hands, manipulating my pussy over his cock in a way that leaves us both groaning into each other's mouths. I grind on him harder, my orgasm climbing its peak to heaven.

"Right there, just like that," I moan, encouraging him.

He keeps the pace slow, but brings my hips down hard, his cock practically making a home inside of me. I let out a long, languid groan as the first wave of my orgasm hits, but I know there's more to come.

His eyes are wild as I tremble on him, his restraint breaking under his hard surface. I see a broken man begging to be free, but he holds him back with a strength I've never seen before. His cock swells more and I know he's about to go over the edge with me.

"Come with me, please. Together." I urge him, my eyes staying locked with his.

His nostrils flare again, and he tries to look away, but my hand snaps out and pulls his face towards me. His amber eyes are now black and wild. I like that I make him this way. That I make him feel and do things he tries to bury, tries to run and hide from even though he claims to be strong. He's just as weak as I am, but at least I face my weakness. He just puts a shell over his.

"I let go. You let go now too," I growl at him, my orgasm cresting as I slam down on his cock one last time. Our eyes locked as he comes long and hard inside of me, a long moan spilling from my mouth as our climaxes bleed together.

I stare at him as our breathing slows, returning to normal. My thighs still spread over his thighs as his cock rests inside of me. It feels so good and right, but he ruins it by pulling me off him and standing to tuck his cock back into his pants. His back turned to me as I sit on the couch still completely naked and cold.

"You can't just expect me to bare myself to you and you give me nothing in return. It's not how the world works, Dante. You of all people should know everything comes with a price," I say venomously, grabbing my bra and hooking it on before sliding my dress over my body. He can keep my panties. Maybe they'll be a nice reminder of his repressed emotions.

He turns his head over his shoulder, eyes narrowed on me as I fix my messy hair.

"You're right. Everything does come with a price. Which means now you owe me quite a lot actually," he says casually as he walks to the door and opens it.

"I'll collect your penance as soon as we get home tonight," he says before closing the door behind him, leaving me in confusion and frustration once again.

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I leave the private room a few minutes after Dante, immediately searching for Ricky and spotting him at the bar. He gives me a speculating look as I take a seat next to him, eyeing me up and down.

"What's wrong now?" he asks and it peaks my annoyance.

"Why does there always have to be something wrong? Can't I just sit down and order a drink?" I bite at him.

He laughs and holds his hands up before waving the bartender over to us.

"Easy tiger, just trying to see what's got your panties in a twist." He sticks out his tongue at me and orders us drinks.

Funny you say that.

I look at the group of girls next to us who are laughing and encouraging each other to down their shots the other bartender gives them. I look over to Ricky after I watch them all take them with ease.

"I want to do shots," I say, feeling brazen and a whole lot of annoyed.

He smirks broadly at me, his eyes both wicked and pleased.

"That's my girl!" he shouts before ordering us two rounds of blue Kamikaze shots.

We cheer together and down them with ease. It tastes so sweet and sour that it's easy to ignore the bite of the vodka. I tell him I want more, and we end up doing two more rounds. For someone that doesn't really drink, I'm instantly affected. I feel hot and giggly and we're both laughing as we make our way to the dance floor together.

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