Page 79 of Wicked

As he turns, he tilts his head back and our eyes meet. I pour the slick liquid down his chest, down his six pack, and over his thick cock.

As it streams off his huge crown, I gulp and slow.

The idea of ‘sex slave’ comes to mind, but I shake the thought from my twisted mind. The hanging leather, horse crops andwhips behind him turn me on. I need something inside me and fast.

After I fully coat him, I step down and I pull his hand towards the wall.

“Hands up,” I command, gulping.

Using my fingers and hands, I coat every inch of his perfect body with oil, and I rub it up, down and around him.

It’s as if he is entering some ancient naked Greek wrestling match, and I am close to losing my mind. I want him to wrestle me, and the theatrics are making me so wet, I want to touch myself.

As I push Dante against the marble wall with my own body, I slide my nipples over his back. I place one hand on his butt cheek and my other finds his V. I rub my hand around his V, and it is perfect and sculptural.

I can’t stop myself and I feel his perfect cock. I then explore his enormous crown. I start to fist him, and I wonder if he wants a finger in his butt. I’m about to ask him when he turns to me and growls.

I drive my body against him, and I take his hair in my hand. As I fist him, I tug hard on his hair from behind. “See what it’s like?”

As Dante turns his neck, our mouths, and lips slam. That is when all control vanishes.

Dante lifts me up, and my arms go around his slippery neck.

My slick legs go around him, and suddenly with all the oil, Dante is inside me. We both moan and groan, and I almost come.

We freeze in the middle of the dungeon and our eyes meet. “Don’t you stop!” I yell. Dante looks hesitant. “Don’t!” I growl. “Please…”

Dante walks me to the marble platform, and he lays me down in the warm oil.

As he drives in and out of me, he thumbs my clit. “Fuck,” I pant. “Fuck me!”

Dante holds my face so he can watch me, and I suck his thumb into my mouth as he fucks me hard.

It’s incredible and having him in two of my holes has me worrying about oxygen.

After the last few hours, I come brutally fast, and my body arches as I come on his cock. Moaning like a wild animal and unsure if it’s me, I slump, used up, in a pile of oily limbs.

After sliding out of me,Dante walks to an old Italian vessel, and he feeds me sparkling water. He drinks some himself, then he returns to the platform.

I look up, and Dante’s eyes are almost black, as if he is someone else. “On your knees.”

Slowly, I do as he commands, and my heart pounds hard. Now, like a cat on all fours, my teacher circles me.

His cock is still coated in my cum, and it glints in the light. As my teacher walks around me, I spin my head to see what he is doing.

“Discipline and control are everything, Raven. Do you understand me?” I nod, now nervous. I feel exposed, and my high has gone. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I say.

“You can also leave any time, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Yes, teacher, I mean, master.”

“That’s better,” Dante says as he stops in front of me. He is standing in front of the main arches, and he is a foot away andhard. “Now. Play with yourself and show me how you like to come.”

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