by Lucian Bane
She leaned her head further, taking more of him and it was Dante’s turn to call on God’s glorious name. He splayed his fingers at the back of her head, helping her take him deeper. “Look at your pretty fucking mouth all over my dick,” he said, the fire boiling now as she rained those innocent little moans on him. “Holy Christ, you’re going to make me come in your pretty mouth if you use your teeth Princess.”
It was a warning but to her it was a directive. Dante’s hand slammed the wall before him as she bit down. That animal inside him, pulled slowly out, his fingers clenching in her hair. She whimpered and her teeth pressed into his cock even more and Dante’s head fell back. “Don’t fucking stop, Princess, suck my cock just like that, just like fucking that.”
He moved in and out of her tight grip, the scrape of her teeth giving him something he’d never had before. He usually told women how to suck him all the way down to the last drop but not Rin. No, he wanted her to suck him just the way she wanted, he wanted to be fucked by her virgin mouth just the way she wanted to do it and holy mother bitching fuck! He roared and strained under the orgasm and pulled out, not wanting to choke her with his unexpected load of come she drew from him. But he sure the fuck had no ability to decide where it went after that.
Dante finally stilled and remained kneeling with his eyes closed, wondering how much this round had cost him with her pristine conscience.
He climbed off of her and she turned her face away from him, silently announcing the fee for round one. He went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth then returned and cleaned her off in silence. He wiped the tears that fell as he did and ignored the anger burning through him at what caused it. That bastard had.
“Are you untying me?” she asked when he was done.
“No,” he said.
She looked at him. “What? Why not?”
“Because we’re not done.”
“What do you mean? Done what?”
“You need to have a lot more orgasms with me.” He stood and went to the other bed and stretched out on it, sighing and staring at the ceiling.
“You can’t do this, this is wrong.”
He shrugged. “No, what your husband did, for years, was wrong. What I’m doing is right. And by the way,” he glanced at her and she turned her face away from him, “did you ever tell him he was wrong?” After a few seconds he nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
“Two wrongs don’t’ make a right, Dante,” she said, a cold edge to her words.
“Glad this isn’t that.”
“Oh it is,” she said, breathless before whispering, “At least cover me.”
Dante turned and looked at her. “Cover you,” he mused. He sat up and stared at her lowered, shamed profile. He got up and went sat right next to her, waiting for her to look at him. He waited for an entire minute before she finally planted her angry gaze on him. “Cover you,” he said again.
“Cover me, yes. With the sheet?” she said, like he were dense.
“Do you know why you want to cover?” he asked.
She turned her face away, the shame becoming too much for her. “It’s called modesty,” she whispered.
“Did you cover after sex with Daryl?”
He waited in the silence until she finally said, “There is nothing wrong with covering after sex.”
“Why do you?”
Chapter Six
“Because I like being covered, we’re designed to be covered.”
“No, actually you weren’t. Not with your husband, at least.”
“Maybe before the fall in the Garden of Eden,” she said, “but after, there was shame.”
“But God never meant for them to be ashamed when naked with each other.”
“Well, they sinned, and that came with the curse. They knew they were naked and they hid.”
“They hid from God because they had done the one thing he said not to do. And when they did, they became aware, they learned that they were naked.” Dante smiled a little. “Being naked wasn’t what was wrong, Rin. Disobeying God was. And learning they were naked through that disobedience brought shame, in a way, to what they learned. They learned they were naked and they were ashamed, but not because nakedness between a husband and wife was wrong, because it wasn’t. What was wrong was that they had disobeyed. Nakedness isn’t about no clothing, it’s about not being properly covered. Protected. That’s what coverings are for, they’re for protection. And there are many forms of coverings. Physical, emotional, mental, spiritual. Your clothes cover your body, protect you from the elements. They protect the nakedness that is only for that wife to see or that husband. There is no place for shame with nakedness in marriage, Rin. And the reason you always need to cover your nakedness in intimacy is because of your husband. The one God gave to cover, protect, adore, honor, cherish, and love you. He was a piece of shit and he left you naked and vulnerable. And that is the sin that has you ashamed. His sin as your cover. Not your nakedness.” He watched tears stream down her face and her chest heave in effort to control her tears while he prayed all of that hit home in that mind of hers.
“You were stripped of your self-worth, your priceless value as a woman” he said. “That is not your shame. That’s his.
“I don’t want this.”
“Don’t want what?” he asked.
“This,” she strained, keeping her face turned. “What you’re doing while I’m tied.”
“Yes you do,” he said.
“I-I don’t want to want it,” she strained.
“Yes you do.”
“But I’m not supposed to want to want it.”
“Yes you are,” he corrected again, lightly.
“I don’t want this, I don’t want to do this, it feels wrong.”
“I know it does,” Dante said. “But you’re tied up and have no choice or say in the matter.”
“So I was right about you,” she said, her anger firing out. “All you ever wanted was the pleasure.”
“I did, yes. Yours especially. And God, I can’t wait to see you come again. And again and again,” he mused with his eyes closed.
“Dante, I get that I have a terrible husband, I do. But that doesn’t change the fact I’m married to him.”
“You’re not married to him.”
“Yes I am!” she cried“
“I would say you’re more like my fiancé. Since I haven’t fucked you yet,” he added.
“What?” she gasped.
Dante sat up at hearing she had faced him again. His gaze strayed to her hard nipples moving under the rise and fall of her breasts. “Tell me this, Rin.”
“Up here, Dante,” she said, distressed under his direct gaze.
He tore his eyes from her tits and raised his brows. “Sorry, but blame God for that one. He gave you the most gorgeous fucking body I have ever seen and he gave me a lick of sense. I can’t help but lose my train of thought around you.” Again she averted her gaze and he notated that she needed a fuckload of compliments. While naked. “Is your salvation with God contractual?”
She was quiet for a long while before she muttered, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, are you under a binding contract with God for your salvation? Do you and He have an agreement about it?”
“Yes,” she mumbled again, like she hated being baited to a point.
When she didn’t elaborate, he helped. “Your obligation is to have faith, and His obligation is to provide you with salvation in exchange for believing. But tell me … what happens to that contract if you suddenly don’t have faith? Do you still have the salvation that is yours only by faith?” When she didn’t answer, he went on. “And if a marriage, any marriage, is a binding contract between two people who promise to be faithful to each other, promise to love and cherish each other till death, what happens to that contract when those agreements are broken?”
“God hates divorce.”
“You are avoiding the very simple, very pointed question. What happens to the contract?”
“It’s broken. But God still hates divorce.”
“So why did he give divorce?”
“Because of the hardness of hearts.”
“And who’s heart do you think is hard in a divorce? The one divorcing, or the one who broke the contract?”
“That’s for God to judge.”
“But a righteous man judges all things and he himself is judged of no man. 1 Corinthians 2:15. Why do you think he’s judged of no man?”
“Because a righteous man judges himself.”
“Bingo, Rin,” he said happy to hear her admit that much. “So can the one filing for divorce possibly be doing so because the one who broke the contract is the one with the hard heart?”
“What about forgiveness?”
He shook his head. “Sorry, but last I read, specifically Acts 3:19, forgiveness is for those who repent. And your ex Lord Motherfucker has not repented, has he?”
“This is not how you go about this, Dante.”
He gave a chuckle. “Agreed,” he admitted. “But just so you know? I respected the vows between the two of you. In fact, when you slipped me that little note about providing all my needs? I was disgusted to think—before I knew what kind of man Daryl was—that you would be this person. But the second … I found out that he hurt you? Fucked other women in your house without remorse?” Dante gave a derisive snort. “You, fucking became mine.”
She jerked her gaze to him, bright with tears. “You planned to make me fall?”
“Not fall, no. I planned to wake your pretty ass up to the truth.”
“Is that what this is? You waking me up to the truth?”
“You’re a little hard headed, Rin,” he admitted. “You’re talking about leaving, going to family. Starting your life over? And if that’s what you really want to do, I will help you have that. But before you go, I have to equip you with the truth.”
“I don’t need to be tied to learn,” she said, her voice small.
“Don’t worry, I’ll untie you. When I see you get it.”
“Get what?”
“Get the truth.”
“I get it,” she gasped. “I do, I get everything you said and fine, I even agree with all of it.”
“Do you?” Dante reached a hand and cupped her breasts, allowing the tips of his fingers to glide over the hard nipple. “When you can look me in the eye,” he whispered, his cock getting so hard. “While I touch you here.” He slid his hand down to her open pussy and stroked along her slit. “And here?” She strained her face further away while gasping. “God you’re fucking wet,” he said, distracted. He moved his finger in her opening with slow twirls, watching her body respond. “See your body gets it so well, Rin. It answers to my touch without shame. But until you can answer me the same way?” He buried his finger slowly inside her until his thumb pressed into her clit. “I will keep you tied.” She moaned and writhed her hips now and Dante found that spot deep inside her and licked the tip of his finger over it, groaning at her reaction.
“Very good,” he whispered, watching her hips thrust. “Fuck my hand, Princess,” he said, flicking that spot faster. Her cries filled his head and he leaned for her nipple and sucked it with a loud hunger. The sound of her wet pussy mixed into the symphony of ecstasy and he moved his finger in and out, wanting to hear it more. He fucked her with his finger, pulling up to watch it, watch her body buck. He slowed his strokes and teased at the opening, loving how her desire to see it overcame her need to hide.
“That’s what I want, that’s what you needed to become one hundred percent of the time.” He shoved his finger back in and her mouth flew open with her cry and again he stilled his hand, seeing how much she would do for him.
Her hips moved in quick jerks for his touch and Dante grabbed hold of his cock when it pounded with jealousy. He pressed his thumb to her clit, barely moving it. She twirled her hips and bucked until her straining called to his mercy. He lowered his mouth to her clit and licked lazily over it with the broad side of his tongue.
“Dante,” she cried.
“Talk to me, Rin,” he whispered, moving his finger in and out, slowly. “Your pussy is fucking tight on my finger. Keep fucking it. Your clit is hot?”
“Yes!”
“What do you want?” He fluttered the tip of his tongue over it. “That?”
“God, yes. Lick it. Lick it, don’t stop.”
“Just lick it?” He held her folds open and kissed her clit.
“Oh my God,” she cried, bucking faster. “Suck it, I want you to suck it.”
“FUCK,” he gasped, pressing his lips into hers and sucking her hard clit. A harsh groan filled his chest as he rammed his finger deep into her and she exploded with her orgasm, trembling and shaking under his mouth. Mother goddamn fuck, she was beautiful in orgasm, she fucking needed to have so many of them.
When the storm in her body subsided to little random tremors, he lifted his head and whispered, “Look at me.”
Her stomach and breasts heaved as she gasped for more air before she finally turned her head his way.
“At me,” he said, when she didn’t raise her gaze to his.
Her forehead slowly furrowed and her breaths turned shallow as she made herself. Tears glistened in her eyes and her chin trembled. Dante shook his head a little at seeing how difficult it was for her. Not nearly there, yet. While he had her attention, he slid his finger out of her and sucked her off of him while staring at her. Before she could look away, he leaned in and took hold of her jaw with one hand and held it still while he made her taste. Her lips opened with a gasp and he moaned in appreciation, sliding his tongue on hers then sucking at both her silky lips. They reminded him of the puffy part of her nipples and made him nibble them.
He finally pulled away slowly, holding her gaze as he did. She maintained contact for an impressive amount of time before her forehead slowly gave in to that crimp and her eyes shut until they were clenched tight. “I need the bathroom.”
“Okay,” he said softly. “But you are going to be tied up, Rin. If you make me wrestle you back in the restraints, I will. But don’t make me.”
She gave him an angry glare and he realized that anger of hers aroused him. “I have a hard time believing you’d force me to the point of hurting me, Dante.”
“I choose my battles very carefully, Princess.”
“Don’t call me that … not right now.”
“Fine, I’ll wait till my finger is in your pussy.” He winked with a smile at how quickly that affected her. “Like I was saying,” Dante warned, “I choose my battles and I’ve decided that having you tied up in that bed,” he pointed to it, “and under my sexual command, is more important than a couple of bruises. But if you make me bruise you, Rin? I will find a way to punish you. And it won’t be anything like that dumbass fuckbomb X would ever do, so don’t even look at me like that.”
Dante untied her and stood back, gesturing to the bathroom. “Bathroom, then back on this bed.”
“I want to shower.”
“For what?” he said, annoyed.
“I just … that’s what I do.”
“When?”
“Whenever …”
He angled his head, waiting.
“Whenever there’s intimacy,” she mumbled.
“Only if I can shower with you,” he said.
“Can you just … only shower?” she asked after many seconds of silent debating.
“Sure,” he lied then gestured to the bathroom. “After you.”
Chapter Seven
Rin faced the shower stream and tried not to think about Dante behind her. Dante leaning against the shower wall. Dante’s arms crossed over his chest. Dante’s giant penis aimed at her. Dante’s hot gaze burning her backside.
“Turn,” he said after an entire five minutes of her trying to shower only facing forward. The hard edge in the word made her stomach quiver while the fear of facing him made her entire body shake. Worried he’d turn her if she didn’t, she slo
wly did as he said, covering her breasts with her arms before slowly turning. She stared at the floor of the tub, frozen in fear to the spot.
She watched his feet move closer to her and a gasp escaped when his penis came into her line of vision She jerked her gaze left. Why did the sight of him do this to her. Stole her breath, set her on fire until she couldn’t think? But she had thought so many times about him, just small mental bytes. What would it be like if he’d tried to create with her, how would he do it? Would he make her lay on her stomach? Would it feel good? She was very sure it would, everything he did made her feel good. She was burning with the need to do the creation thing in a way that felt good. And how would it feel good? In what way? Was it like the orgasm? She fought for air at recalling how his finger felt inside her. Oh God, if was anything like that, she would … she would really love it.
All her bytes of thought about it had been short because she had been diligent to send them back to Hell where they’d come from. But she realized now that there were many, many, of those bytes. Maybe enough to make a movie. Her mind filled with that movie she’d heard him watching earlier. Then came the images of what she’d done to him. Sucked him. Oh God, he felt amazing in her mouth, on her tongue. He looked unlike anything she’d ever seen, kneeling above her as she made him feel so good. She’d made him feel so very good and just the memory had her heart hammering between her legs.
She jumped at the sudden glide of his hands over her shoulders. “You’re shaking,” he whispered.
She was and she couldn’t stop, or speak.
“Please say I don’t scare you,” he whispered, gliding his fingers over her cheek. “Look at me,” he urged.
Look at him. Why did he want to make her do the hardest thing? She didn’t resist the gentle tug of his fingers as he tilted her face up to his.
“Look at me,” he said again.
She forced her eyes open and the burning in his blue eyes made her whimper. His gaze roamed over her face and paused at her mouth and he lowered. His lips grazed hers and she inhaled the warmth of his breath. His arms suddenly enveloped her and he gently guided her head to his chest. She fought to calm down and quiet her breaths and racing heart. She focused on the feel of his muscles, the raised skin of the artwork covering him. There was no hair, and she wondered if it was because of all the scars. She allowed herself to feel his warm arms, strong around her back.
