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Bethany
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I snuggle into Dante as the doors of the elevator close. “I have to admit when you said we were going to the opera, I was wondering how bored I would be, but it was amazing. Do you think we can go again before we leave?”
His hand goes around my waist and pulls me tight against him. “If you want to, I’ll make sure of it. As long as you wear this dress again.”
I’m wearing the illusion dress I fell in love with. Dante fell in love with it too, pulling me against his hard cock seconds after I came out of the room in it. “Are you done with the whole me resting or whatever for me to thank you properly?”
Dante’s chuckle is deep, unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him, and it sends a shiver up my spine. “You will definitely be thanking me, only it won’t be proper at all.”
Sounds like fun is my last coherent thought as Dante slings me over his shoulder when the elevator doors open. I land with a thump on the bed. “Strip.” It’s all he says before he goes into the bathroom. I hear him running a bath and wonder what he’s up to. Excitement has me naked in seconds, just in time for him to walk out of the bathroom. He nods towards the open door. “Get in the bath, I’ll be two minutes.”
Curious, I don’t bother questioning him and slide into the bath. Oh, it’s nice and hot and hmm, he added some oil, jasmine for sure and something I can’t place. I look up to see him coming into the bathroom with a small box in his hand. He sets it on the edge of the bathtub as he gets in behind me.
“What is that?”
“Open it.”
I lean over to pick it up, and once I do I’m tugged back against his hard-muscled chest. My favorite place. Leaning back, I open the box, and blush so hard my head spins. It’s a plug, very lifelike, maybe five inches long and an inch thick. Holding it, anticipation sends wet heat flooding my core. I know anal sex can be intensely pleasurable. It’s easier for a man to press against the G-spot through anal, and the orgasms are usually more intense. I have complete trust in Dante to make it as awesome as only he can.
“Hmm... when you go all quiet I’m never sure if it’s good or not,” he whispers against my neck before he kisses it.
“Good, very good.” I moan as his hands play with my breasts.
“Do you remember I promised you a spanking? I see you do, I love watching your nipples go all tight. On your knees, lean over the edge of the bath. What a good girl you can be, so responsive. It’s too bad you didn’t learn sooner. How many was it you earned? I do believe it was eight. Count them off for me.” I’m a freak, it’s so dirty and wrong to be so wet in anticipation for a spanking. Ow! Sonofabitch. Dante’s large hand smacks one of the cheeks of my ass, hard. The crack of it echoes around us. “Count it out, Bethany.”
My pussy clenches tight at the harsh way he raps out the words. “One.” I grit out the word.
Another smack, to my other cheek. Once again my pussy clenches hard and tight as the pain flows through my whole body. “Two.”
Fire explodes through my pussy at another smack to my first cheek. “Three.”
Oh god, why is this so fucking hot? My pussy is in anguish, throbbing, clenching, needy for Dante’s cock. I sob the word as my nipples tighten at the pain. “Four.”
Another and my head goes down, too heavy for me to hold up. Only my pussy is capable of moving, still clenching in need. “Five.”
I’m a freak. I rub my breasts against the edge of the bath to soothe the frantic need. “Six,” I shout.
Did I just come? “Seven.”
No, now I’m coming. “Eight.” I moan.
“Damn, your ass is absolutely delectable. I want a picture of you like this, all red and round. I want it in a frame. Next time—I have a feeling you’ll be a bad girl again before long. I need a taste.” I suck in air fast as his hands open my ass for his mouth. Oh god, oh god, his tongue, oh god this is so dirty and so fucking awesome. I hear splashing behind me then his mouth is gone, replaced by the soft silicone of the plug against me, there. I want to move, to help him, only all the muscles in my body refuse to cooperate. The first few inches press easily into me. When Dante meets resistance, he slowly pulls it out to my anxious cry. “Shh.” Oh, he pushes it gently back inside. Ah, yes that’s nice, so nice. Patiently, Dante feeds more of the plug into me, then with each instance of resistance he fucks me with those inches of the plug in and out, in and out until my body begs for more, giving way inch by inch until it’s inside me as deep as it can go.
I’m pulled into Dante’s arms again, my whole body mush. He lays me on top of his legs then slides his legs between mine, forcing my legs open wide. His long, thick fingers tease the drenched slit of me. “You are a fascinating little treasure. I can’t believe you came from a spanking. I’ll be damned if I didn’t almost come watching you.” I blush at his words, then go even redder when he brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck on them. He laughs. “I love the taste of your pussy, pure sugar on my tongue. Clench your ass tight around the toy, sweetheart. Good girl.”
Mmm... I can only lie back and enjoy as he plays with my breasts. I watch as his other hand slips down to my pussy. In only minutes he has my hips thrusting up to meet his fingers, eager for more. Dante teases me: the moment I’m close to coming he backs away, both hands going to my breasts until I’m groaning, rubbing against his hard cock that presses against me. His fingers are back inside me, sending me into orgasm in mere seconds. “You’re driving me crazy. I need to taste you again, properly.”
It takes him a few minutes and we’re both wrapped in toweling robes and landing in a tangle on the bed. Our mouths meet and I’m lost in his kiss, urgent and hungry. He’s tearing the robe from around me, his hands tight on my hips, then his mouth is there and I’m sobbing from what he’s doing to me. Rough, searching, his tongue, his teeth are driving me close to the edge only for him to stop with a husky laugh. Bastard, I screech, then gasp as he tugs on the plug inside me, oh god. Again and again in rhythmic motions he pulls on the plug as his mouth roams over me, licking, sucking, teasing no please don’t stop, please. I’m begging as the two sensations push me closer and closer to the edge.
Faster he moves it in and out of me. His fingers join his tongue and I’m shaking, crying from what it’s doing to me, the sensations exploding like rockets along my nerve endings until I swear it’s too much and I come with a scream.
What feels like a half hour later, I’m still trembling with fine little aftershocks when Dante slides off the bed. He’s back with a bottle of lube. I watch with mounting desire as he rubs the shiny liquid over his thick cock. Those first few days, as we made love in a myriad of thrilling ways, I wondered if it was weird I adore his cock. I don’t just love the way it feels inside me; I love the feel of him in my hand, the taste of him. I’ve run my tongue over every inch of him repeatedly and can’t get enough of him. I decided I didn’t care if it was weird; all that mattered was it made me happy, and it really made Dante happy.
A happy sigh slips from me as Dante moves me onto my stomach, and I welcome his control over me and my body. He pulls lightly on the toy; my body doesn’t fight him, still drifting in pleasure from my orgasm. Slowly, he works the toy out of me until my body releases it completely. I close my eyes as Dante presses a kiss to one cheek. Then yelp as he gives the same cheek a stinging slap. “Asshole,” I mutter as I move into the position. His hands guide me to pull my knees up while pressing my chest down so I don’t go up on my hands. Apprehension builds as Dante spreads my cheeks wide, hot, so hot, his blunt head presses inside me in a slow push.
Oh, oh yes, the sting feels so good, so damn good. Even as I whimper at the sensation, I’m pushing back to take more. A hard smack to a quivering ass cheek and I’m shivering from all the sensations at once. Dante’s hands go to my hips in a punishing grip.
“No, Bethany, unless you need me to go slow, don’t fucking move.”
“Please, I can take more, please.”
“I’ll give you what you can take,” he assures me as he presses deeper inside me, and my breath gets caught in my throat. Yes, yes, yes. I love the stinging pain, more, more, yes, holy fuck, he’s buried in me. My whole body shudders at the intense feeling of being full of Dante’s thick cock. Fire hot, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, every beat verges on painful and I love it. Then Dante moves slowly out a few inches before thrusting back in again. I suck in air and fight not to cry, it’s so fucking awesome. Once more, a slow slide out of me then a powerful thrust inside me. More, I beg. With a growl Dante delivers. No longer slow, no longer gentle, his thrusts are fierce and thrilling as pain and pleasure twist so tightly they become one. Harder, deeper, more, I’m chanting in a delirious whirlwind of need. There is no build; one moment I’m begging, and with the very next breath I’m screaming my orgasm as it slams into me with the force of a ten-ton bomb, sending me hurling into the darkness. Far away I feel Dante growl into my neck. Wet hot come floods me and the sensation sends fire shooting up my spine, short-circuiting my brain, and my world goes black.
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Bethany
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“What’s your sigh for?” Dante tugs me into his arms only seconds after the captain says we can remove our seat belts.
I snuggle into his arms. “Nothing, it’s just... I don’t know how the last week could have been any more perfect. Now we’re going home. Tomorrow you go back to work and on Wednesday I take the test to get certified, then three weeks later I’m looking for a job. Real world blues, I guess.”
“I was wondering about your testing. You haven’t studied or mentioned studying. Are you about to go into overdrive to cram?”
“No, I took three different mock tests and passed all of them in the ninetieth percentile. Two different professors told me I would pass easily given my performance in class as well as the mock tests. I also talked to people who took the tests, and one woman swears her test was the exact same thing as one of the mock tests. It’s the reason I wasn’t in a rush to take the certification right after graduation. I worked my ass off studying—there was one textbook I feel like I could recite cold. It all adds up to me not being concerned. I’ll pass.”
“Hmm, good to know. I guess now might be a good time to tell you.” He’s tense. I raise my head to look at him.
“Tell me what?”
“I had Claudine move your stuff over to my place.”
“Why would you—” I roll my eyes, this man. I swear. “You couldn’t ask me?”
“Considering the last week, no offense, I figured you were a sure thing.”
“No offense? You are such an asshole.”
“Maybe, but you’re kind of attached to this asshole. Besides, you don’t want to sleep in your own bed any more than I want you to.”
“I get to be right sometimes too, right? We talked about this.”
“Yeah, and I said I’d think about it.”
“Well?” I’m picked up and carried into the bedroom at the back of the plane.
“I’m still thinking about it.”