by Olivia Fox
Big mistake.
“You are not to touch yourself without my permission. I’m sorry, but you brought this on yourself,” he warned.
The metal jingle was unmistakable. He was undoing his belt buckle and the slick slide of leather through belt loops came next.
Struggling, kicking my legs and doing my best to escape his hold, he simply laid a forearm across the small of my back, making escape impossible.
“I’ll bet if I shoved my fingers between your legs, I’d find you dripping wet. Wouldn’t I?”
I gasped and tried to wriggle free. “Hold still. This will only hurt for a moment.” He wrapped his enormous fingers over my mouth, a silencing cage, and being muted and denied pleasure built a terrifying excitement.
The belt was cruel, lashing into me. If Dante’s hand wasn’t over my mouth, my screams would have split the air. I howled into that hand, struggling to get away from the pain and pounding my clenched fists against his legs.
Losing control, total surrender, was deliciously new to me.
Suddenly, it was over, and I released a huge breath and cautiously rubbed my palms against my eyes where tears had welled up.
Dante massaged my ass until the sting disappeared and pulled me gently to my feet. My panties and sweats were wadded at my ankles.
He pressed his fingers between my legs, and I felt the slick wetness as he slid his fingers across my skin. He raised them to his mouth and tasted me.
Oh no. Not that again.
The blood throbbing in my veins was impossible to ignore and the steady pounding in my chest demanded dick. Having his mouth on me was mind blowing, but I couldn’t ignore the deep, pulsing desire to have him inside me.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” he chastised, but it sounded like a compliment. “So wet from your spanking.”
He yanked me to him, and I felt his hardness press against me. I needed to take him into my mouth and taste him.
He caught me by the waist and carried me to bed and I looked up at his pronounced, kissable mouth, thick, dark eyebrows, and the shadow of a beard that dusted his cheeks and chin. Before I knew what was happening, he threw me onto the mattress and was atop me in an instant.
He looked down at me and said, “Help me.”
Dragging my hand to his impressive hard on, I freed his cock from his pants and shoved them downward so he could kick them off his feet.
He made quick work of getting me naked, pressing his heavy erection against my needy opening.
I thrust my hips up to meet him and he spread my thighs wide open, shoving them to my shoulders.
“You’re more than ready for me, little one. I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
Dante shoved himself inside, and his cock fit me so perfectly, I couldn’t breathe.
He held himself over me, looking down with wide eyes, his breath dragging raggedly through his chest. “Cazo. It’s too much, Savanna. The way your pussy tightens around me.”
He didn’t move and I couldn’t wait anymore, so I corkscrewed my hips around him, thrusting upwards at the space he left between his body and mine.
I was an animal.
My turn to punish him by driving him crazy.
“Oh, that’s what I like. That is so hot. Shove that little pussy onto my dick.” He leaned down for a kiss and tasted me deeply with his tongue.
“I expected it to be good, but this pussy is magic,” he said.
Slowly, he leaned down to take my aching nipple into his savage mouth, laving at the end of my tit with his tongue so I arched my back, shoving my breast at him.
“You’re going to make me come like that, Dante, if you don’t stop.”
Shit. He stopped.
His glare snapped me out of my savage lust for just a moment. “What’s wrong with that?” he asks.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“You can come as many times as you like when we’re making love. You have my permission.” He sucked and pulled at my nipple again, and I took his thick silky hair and worried it between my fingers like I used to do with my childhood blanky.
The pleasure built, and he snapped his hips at me. “Oh God. The way your tits bounce when I fuck you hard like this. I’m going to drill this pussy into the fucking mattress.”
He closed his eyes and arched his neck back, gritting his teeth and fisting two handfuls of my hair on either side of my head.
If this was the reward for taking my punishment, he could spank me all day long.
“That’s what my good girl needed, isn’t it? She needed some good hard fucking with her master’s big dick, didn’t she? And this pussy is exactly what I knew it would be—so wet, so tight, fuck.”
His dirty talk and thrusting dick made me clamp down around him. He clasped my hips, pulling me hard into his final thrust, and we climaxed together.
He held me until our breathing slowed and the aftershocks no longer trembled through our bodies. He fell back on the bed and his hot seed coated my belly as he pulled free. I smeared it into my skin like enchanted ointment.
Laying on my side, looking into his eyes, no matter how I tried, there was no way I could convince myself that what we had just done was straight forward fucking.
His next words beat me to the punch. “It’s so good making love to you, baby.”
Sure, he’d keep my homicidal secret in exchange for me pretending to be engaged to him.
No one said anything about “making love” being a part of that contract. But if that were the case, why did I so badly want to believe Dante meant what he said?
My flawed judgement got me into deep trouble with Mathew.
Now, here I was, in bed with a guy, his family definitely mobbed up, who’d just punished my ass and fucked me stupid, and I’d never felt better cared for in my life.
Yep. I was definitely one sick puppy, but at least I’d been adopted by an owner just as deviant and depraved as me.
10
Dante
Her hair was wilder than she was, made that way by me. Damn if the thought of that didn’t make my dick thrust its chest out a little.
I did that.
The last three years, I’d politely declined my fair share of women sent my way by caring family members or even winking buddies at the bar.
After losing Lilly, I lost my appetite for all things female. It hurt too much. I compared every girl to her—which wasn’t right.
The best way I found to meet my sexual needs was via hookup apps, where everything was laid out on the table. The exchange was transactional; I used protection, and a second date never happened.
Nice and clean.
It was like drinking a meal replacement to survive instead of sitting down and enjoying the whole feast.
To act like it took the place of the real deal was a lie.
Savanna had fallen asleep in my arms last night, and every time she moved towards her side of the bed, I pulled her back to me.
It was seven in the morning and I didn’t want to wake her, so I crept out from under the sheets and went to the kitchen to start coffee.
Out the window the fog rose off the surface of the water, and as I sipped my coffee, Savanna shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and squinting in a way that made me long to pull her to me and never let her go.
This thing between us, whatever it was, freshly sprouted like one of Zio Lorenzo’s tomato starts. Handle it too roughly and the entire new shoot might snap in two.
There was a long way to go before any degree of certainty between Savanna and I existed.
I gave in and pulled her to me, smelling the warmth on the top of her head where her scent had distilled overnight.
“Did you sleep well, baby?”
“Like a rock.” She smiled, which I took as a good sign. “Any chance I can get a cup of that coffee?” She pursed her lips and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Sir?”
“Somebody woke up sassy,” I said. “Coming right up.” I poured a generous helping of the brown liqui
d into a tall mug, handed it to her, and lightly cuffed her chin before she took a sip. “Brat.”
She scrunched her nose up and smiled at me so sweetly it made me catch my breath.
Cracking six eggs in the bowl, I whisked in ham and spinach. Savanna needed to eat more. My game plan was to see that happen and enjoy watching her curves fill out.
“What time do you have to be at work today?” I asked her, gently folding the eggs over into the pan so that they didn’t get browned on the bottom.
“I texted my auntie and let her know I’d be in after nine, since I was with you. She’s totally fine with it and had some extra help today anyway.”
That meant I’d be pushing it by trying to get her back in bed, or even up against a wall for another fuck fest before she left.
There was always tonight.
“Did you get enough?” I asked her as she cleared her plate and topped her mug off with coffee.
“Mmm, I’m so full. You take good care of me,” she said.
“That’s the general idea,” I said. “Treat you like a princess, fuck you like an animal.” I gave her a playful wink.
“Is that what you want?” she asked, breaking eye contact.
“I’ve made it clear what I want. You. Here.” I pointed at the floor. “Until the campaign is over. Mine to punish and play with as I wish.” There was a whoosh of blood through my entire body and a concentrated ache at my groin.
“I liked your so-called punishment last night. You can inflict it on me anytime.”
Fuck.
She was going to make me come in my pants.
“Up against that counter, Savanna. And get those fucking clothes off. Now.” The words rasped out of my throat.
“But work.” She glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Fuck work,” I said. “This won’t take long.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she cleared her throat.
“Undress me,” I ordered and helped her when my shirt sleeve got caught on my arm. We were both clumsy and bumbling. Her half-open mouth and trembling fingers were a dead giveaway that I’d turned her on.
“Here, let me help you,” I said.
Finally, she was naked, her bold nipples thrusting upward, plump and full.
She hissed through her teeth when I nuzzled her breasts, savagely licking and sucking at the tips until I thought she might come from the attention I gave her breasts.
Her hips pumped almost imperceptibly.
“Don’t tell me that little clit needs attention too. Let me check.”
I slid my hand down to the dessert between her legs and took a deep breath before plunging my hand there. Her cunt was like catnip and I knew that if I had a taste of it, this would all be over soon.
Her heat nearly burnt my hand. “God, you’re hot down here.”
Savanna uttered a tortured groan of frustration. I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Does this little pussy need pounding?”
Savanna pulled back, eyes glassed over, slowly dragging her hand over my chest. “Yes, please. I need you. Let’s fuck again.”
Gathering her thick hank of hair in my hand, I spun her around. “Put your hands flat on that counter.” She did as told, presenting her elegant spine and bitable ass for my viewing pleasure. “That’s it baby, now arch your back for me.”
Following my instructions to a T, she gasped under her breath.
I slid my hand down to her entrance again, rewarded by the slick answer I found there.
I slowly corkscrewed my fingers into her from behind, wanting to memorize every part of her.
She spread her thighs to receive me and I shoved my heavy erection inside. “How’s that?”
She moaned my name and writhed herself around my cock, squeezing the sensitive head, until I thought I might lose it.
I pulled her hair.
Harder.
And started drilling into her with my dick, all the way to the hilt, splitting her open and rubbing her fiery little nub with my fingers until she mewled just like a kitten.
She arched her back more pronouncedly, and stood on her tiptoes to meet me, shoving herself down onto my thickness.
I pumped and could feel my balls tightening on fire.
Jesus—so soon.
“Is that how you like it? Your master fucking you like a dog?”
I chased after it, plunging into her tight, wet heat.
I’d met my match. She was filthy, uninhibited, and mine.
“God baby, your pussy is so good. I’m not going to last.”
She moaned, “Come inside me. Pound me harder!”
So, that was exactly what I did.
I lifted her up and onto my rigid cock and fucked furiously into her until our bodies both shuddered, blasted by bombs of pleasure.
She turned on shaky legs, and put her arms around me, and I slid my hand to the slick heat between her thighs. “I own you now. This pussy is the property of Dante Drago. Trespassing is punishable by death.”
Someone called me a “soft dom” once.
Whatever.
I wasn’t big on labels, but right now, after having sex, I wanted nothing more than to pull a pair of clean panties on over her sweet heat and tuck my come inside, all up in her and against her.
I’d be hard all day long at the thought of me dripping out of her and onto the cotton crotch, reminding her I was there.
If being a soft dom meant that I liked to punish my woman when she was bad and reward her when she was good, then yes, the shoe fit.
Right now, all sex smitten and glowing, Savanna deserved diamonds from the deepest caverns, I’d fight saber-tooth tigers and hordes of Huns to bring the jewels back to her and lay them at her feet.
I’d never admit it to Carlos, or any of the other dudes in my family, but I swung that way.
Punisher and pamperer.
Whichwas why I needed to show Savanna the other thing that I wanted her to think about all day.
My meeting room.
“Why do you call it a meeting room?” she asked in the library, making a slow circle on the carpet, to take in the collection of books that lined the wooden shelves on three sides of the vast room.
“Why is it called that? Because it’s where my hand, whip, or paddle meets your ass,” I said.
“In the library?” She tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Huh.”
“Not exactly.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the only wall of the room not covered in books, “Come here. Pick up that vase.” I pointed to the porcelain ginger jar on its small shelf.
She complied, and the secret door swung open. On the other side, I pushed a button to close it behind us.
Inside the secret space, my implements hung neatly on the walls, mimicking the neatly stacked books in the adjacent library.
The maple shelving and molding were products of my labor.
Lilly died without ever experiencing my rules or limits, but I’d built this room hoping that she would come to accept this part of me.
Savanna’s face went white as she took in the spanking bench, her eyes darting around the room and landing briefly on the floggers, bondage bed, Saint Andrew’s cross and she spun at me, her breath bursting in and out.
“Hey, we take this as slow as you need to.” I brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her nose. “From the way you let me spank you last night, I think you’ll enjoy me punishing you with every instrument that you see in here. You’re just not used to being a sub.”
“A sub. Like submissive?”
I nod.
“Is that what you want? A little sex slave?” she asked.
“If it’s you? Abso-fucking-lutely. Tell you what, we can start your training today. Look at all the toys hanging on the wall over there? Anything catch your eye?”
She perused the wall as if she were in a library, checking titles on the shelf, walking haltingly in front of them, stopping now and again to peer closer and touch one with her fingers.
“W
hat are these?” Picking up a single, bright blue nipple sucker.
“That’s perfect. When you come home tonight, I’ll show you how to use this on your little tit, and you’ll touch yourself for me.” I cupped her head and kissed her tenderly.
“Now let’s go before you’re late for work.”
We pulled up to Piece of Cake, and it shouldn’t have surprised me that Lorenzo and three of his buddies were having coffee and cupcakes at a table on the sidewalk.
Grabbing Savanna’s hand, I told her, “I don’t want you walking in there alone, I’ll go with you. Sit tight and let me open your door for God’s sake.”
Their patronage was much appreciated, but I needed to show these pussy chasing goons Savanna was with me.
“Savanna! So good to see you. Jessica wanted me to give you this.” Zio handed her a piece of paper, and I noticed a handwritten phone number decorated with Hello Kitty! Stickers.
Savanna beamed and said, “How nice. She wants me to call her to get together.”
“She enjoyed meeting you yesterday, and I’m enjoying these cupcakes. Che meraviglia!” Lorenzo chef-kissed his fingers.
Tony, Carlo, and Enzo sat with my Uncle. Enzo was a Capo like my uncle. “Hey, Dante, I heard you were running for Union President. Congrats.”
“Dante, I need to get inside,” Savanna said, real shy now that we were in front of people.
No, fuck that.
I pulled her to me and brushed my lips to hers, grabbed her hand and lead her inside, “Good morning, Teresa. I brought a sweet ingredient for your baked goods. Nice and fresh.”
“Now Dante…” Teresa waved a hand at me in pretend protest.
“Tell you what, lemme get a slice of that delicious carrot cake and a cup of coffee to go.”
Teresa went to the back and hollered at me, “No falling on the floor this time, Dante! Thanks to your men who installed the no-slip mats yesterday.”
Smiling up at me, Savanna’s mouth was the most mouthwatering dessert in the shop, and I had to bend for another sip at those lips.
Then I whispered to her so only she could hear, wanting to tease her the way she did me, “Don’t forget those nipple suckers I’m putting on you later, baby. You get drenched at the drop of a hat. I can’t wait to taste your pussy after I really give you something to drip about.”
