There is a silence that descends on the group now, a general sensation that they have reached the climax of the story and will either hear the confession in full from the main suspect, or an out and out denial.
Cameras flash like crazy. Police push people back from the metal cordon, and at the center of it all, the eye of the storm, the corner of Dante's lips curl up into a smile. "I hope you are listening to this, Sash, because you of everyone here needs to know what this has done to me."
The whole world waits, on the very edge of their seat.
"What this will do to me. What this means to me, and what I'm going to lose trying to keep it."
"Fucking ass-hole", Sash shouts at the TV, loud enough that Henry and Tracy, also watching Dante's address, can hear her from downstairs.
"Sash", Dante says again, addressing her directly. "All of this. The billions of dollars, the several businesses, the clubs, the companies, my whole life, it means nothing at all if it doesn't have you in it."
There is a collected intake of air that sounds like a rocket ship firing up. What starts as a murmur ends up as a rolling wall of noise directed straight at Dante. Did they hear him right? Did they misunderstand? Is it a trick or a double bluff?
"I love you, Sash", Dante continues. "I always have. Fuck this. Fuck all of this."
Sash watches him step away from the podium. She can't believe what she's hearing. She's stood in front of the TV now, trying to get as close to Dante as she can, the remote control long since thrown to the side, one of the batteries still spinning, yet to come to a rest.
"I don't care who knows about us. I don't care who we upset or what we lose. If people want to hate us for being in love, so what? So fucking what? Sash and I are bigger than all of this."
Dante is walking off the stage and towards the crowd, and Alex is just looking at him with her mouth open, wondering whether she's heard him right.
The cameramen struggle to keep up with him, and when one trips, another one takes his place so anyone watching at home has to quickly shift channel. The noise from the crowd is insane, it's almost impossible to hear him. Sash doesn't need the volume though. She's stared long enough at those lips to be able to read what he's saying, just from the movement.
"I almost lost her once, I'm not prepared to do it again", Dante says, and then just before he drops the microphone, climbs the barrier and loses himself in the crowd, he shouts, loud enough for anyone across the world to hear, "Sash, I'm coming for you and our baby."
Chapter 44
Somehow he fights his way through the crowd and finds his way to his car. Somehow, by some incredible miracle, that car is then led away from downtown New York by an escort of camera trucks and network broadcast vans all intent on filming the continuing story. In front of him, carving through the gathered crowd lead six of the city's best mobile news reporters, six more behind to sandwich him in and close the road up again like a zip as they escape.
They take him out to the freeway in a chain, where Dante pushes his way to the front, all the power under the bonnet of his car to leave them for dust, but happy to have them trail him. He wants the whole world to see this and there is absolutely nothing he would do to stop that. It was always going to be Sash, and the narcissist in Dante wanted it to be done this way. Fuck his business, he'd make another. There was nothing about what he had that was indispensable, except for Sash. The camera trucks hog the two lanes behind Dante with three helicopters in the air above them, recording footage that looks like a bunch of undercover cops trailing a suspect.
Sash can hardly move for nervous excitement. On her screen, Dante is driving the route she has taken hundreds of times, out from the city and towards her house. Towards the house they grew up in together, and the one she stands in now, like a nervous wreck. Half of her can't believe what's going on. The other half doesn't want to, just in case it's another cruel trick. It isn't though, and she knows it. Dante has chosen. He's given up his business so they can be together. He's chosen her.
When the car pulls into the drive, Sash is still watching it on the TV in Dante's room, trapped in a weird bubble where fantasy meets reality. She can hear the roar of engines behind her like Dolby surround sound. When Dante gets out of the car, and she sees him, first on the TV screen and later through the window, she finally feels a whole world awaken inside her, and she can't wait to go to him.
Dante waits patiently, three rows of camera lenses behind him all clamoring for space, while his stepsister bounds down the stairs, two steps at a time. She moves so quickly, she doesn't even notice her dad and Tracy, who have risen from their seats in shock, nor Ghost, who she almost trips over as she speeds through the kitchen. With the cord of her dressing gown trailing behind her, Sash hurries to him, throwing the front door open so quickly the glass almost smashes out of the frame as she powers through it.
Her heart stops when she sees him, stood there casually waiting, sixteen cameras in behind him, broadcasting the story across the world to almost a billion viewers.
She's crying and she can't help it. Crying and laughing, completely overwhelmed by emotion. She's about to say something but it just won't come out. She doesn't even know how to begin. It was here, six years ago that she first saw him. Dante Hix, the most beautiful, most complicated man in the world.
"Hello, Sash", Dante says, and just to hear him say her name breaks her. She runs to him, and while a whole world watches, not a single person with a dry eye, he gathers her into him.
"I said all along you could trust me", Dante says, his arms around her tightly. "I love you, Sash. I always will."
Chapter 45
After Dante broadcasts news of their relationship and their forthcoming baby across the world and answers as many questions as he considers to be acceptable, he asks the journalists to respect their privacy, takes Sash by the hand and leads her back inside the house. There, still in shock at the news of their pregnancy, stand Tracy and Henry, who look at their progeny with barely concealed concern.
"Pregnant?" Tracy says finally, the word too hot to keep inside. "With a baby?"
A silence descends on them. Until now, Sash had forgotten they didn't know. She looks to Tracy, over to her father and finally up to Dante. Dante squeezes her hand to tell her it's ok.
"We'll speak about this later", he says firmly. "Sash and I need to talk in private first. We have a few things we need to catch up on, and iron out. Believe me, we are just as shocked as you are."
"But-." Tracy begins to say, her head still shaking in disbelief, before Henry grabs her wrist to cut her off.
"Take as long as you need. Congratulations, the both of you, we are very proud of you two."
"Thank you, Henry", Dante says. "Thank you for being so understanding."
As Dante advances towards the stairs, keen to get on with what he came here to do, Henry and Tracy take a step back to let them through.
"Don't wait up", Dante advises, just before they climb the stairs. "We may be some time."
***
As soon as they are back in Dante's room, the door closed tight and the curtains pulled across to shut the whole world out, Sash can't keep her hands off him. She's angry with him for the way he made her feel today, but she knows there will be plenty of time for him to make it up to her. The most important thing is that he came back to her, and that he's here now to stay. He finally put her first and demonstrated his love, and nothing else turns her on more.
Dante smiles as he pulls Sash into him and spreads kisses across her shoulders and neck.
"A few things to catch up on?" Sash asks, losing herself in him.
Dante pushes the dressing gown off her shoulders insistently, so it gathers up around her feet like a sleeping cat.
"I told you I was going to punish you."
Sash squirms in his arms. She can already feel her skin begin to twist and tickle with pleasure. Dante goes for her pajama top, keen to pull that off her too, but Sash wriggles away from him before he can get a good hol
d on it.
"You know I can't let you do that here."
She steps away from him teasingly. "What if mommy and daddy were to hear us?"
Dante pulls off his tie instead, happy to let her get her way for now. He does it in one casual movement, so it looks like the coolest thing she's ever seen. Sash skips to the bed to watch him continue to get undressed, her eyes filled with desire.
"You didn't tell me."
Dante lets his jacket slide off his shoulders.
"I know, I've been a bad girl."
Dante unbuttons his shirt. "Do you know what happens to bad girls?"
Sash shakes her head. There are a million and one things she could say in response, but this feels like the best option. That, and the fact that Dante's body is so perfect, there is little else she can do but watch him.
"Bad girls."
Dante closes the distance towards her. "Bad girls get what's coming to them."
He has his shirt off, his belt undone and his tie in his hand. Sash can see his bulge forcing the front of his trousers out and it seems to be swelling even further in size the more time that passes. As he nears closer, Sash feels a swell of anticipation rise in her that makes her want to glide her hands across her chest and down towards her pussy. She's wet just to have this incredible man beside her. Her whole body is tingling just at the anticipation of what she knows will come.
Dante takes her hands in his, and without a word to explain what he's doing, he pulls them above her head and places them next to the bed head. With his tie, he forms a tight knot around each of her wrists that dig the silk into her skin, and then attaches it around the bed head in a series of loops that will only come apart with a pair of scissors.
When he is finished, Sash squirms from side to side to try and see if she can escape, but can't free herself, and the more she wriggles the more the silk of the tie cuts into her skin. The bed head clatters noisily against the wall. Sash kicks her legs against the bed and whines theatrically, pretending to have a tantrum.
"I told you, Sash."
Dante runs his hand along her leg to calm it. "I told you I'd show you how to behave."
Sash wants to reach up and run her hands along the taut muscles of Dante's chest. She wants to hold onto his bicep and trace the lines that cut across the edge of his belly and down towards his trousers, but she knows now, bound in place like this, she is at his whim.
Dante will take whatever he wants from her, and if Sash is to have her way, she'll have to obey him.
Dante pulls at his belt, teasing the leather out of the loop holes agonizingly slowly, all the while his eyes fixed on his stepsister's perfect little body. When he is done, and the cold leather sits in his hand like a dead snake, he places himself at the end of the bed, puts Sash's legs in his lap and begins to bind the belt around her ankles, forcing it as tight as he can against her skin.
With her feet in place, and a length of leather almost a half meter long to spare, Dante takes hold of it, walks to the head of the bed so he's stood alongside her and begins to pull her legs towards him and up over her body.
Sash has never been bound up before, and it's exciting her much more than she ever thought it would. The fact that Dante is doing it, in the bedroom they've already shared so much in, makes her body feel even more electrified.
If she could touch herself like she is desperate for Dante to do to her, she'd see just how wet the whole thing was making her.
When Dante is finished, and Sash's legs aren't just bound together, they are tied to the headboard of the bed, Sash is folded up almost completely in half, her ass is raised into the air, and she can nearly kiss her own legs.
Dante tickles his fingers down her calf muscles towards the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh and Sash can't help but moan for real this time, the pleasure pulsating out across her body in fiery beats.
"I thought you were going to punish me?"
Sash is happy to tease her stepbrother, and keen for him to get on with what he seems to be promising to do.
As if in response, Dante lifts his hand into the air, and smacks her ass just to the edge of her pussy. Sash wants him to do it again, but this time only after he's removed her pajamas first. She can feel her pussy aching to be seen to.
"Take them off, Dante.",
Dante is happy to let his stepsister wait. Once again he smacks her ass, only this time he leaves his hand in place when it comes in contact with her flesh, his fingers agonizingly close to her throbbing sex.
"No more secrets."
Dante stands up to further undress himself.
"I promise."
Sash moans, her head twisted to the side to take in her stepbrother's perfection.
"I mean it, Sash."
Dante casts his trousers to the side. "No more fucking around."
Sash can see the thickness of his cock pressing insistently against his boxer-shorts. On the crisp white fabric, a circular patch of pre-cum has built up to darken the cotton. She wants him closer so she can feel him against her. She wants him in her hands and mouth and pussy all at once. The yearning is almost too much to bear.
"No more lies. No more hiding in the dark or running around in the shadows."
"Uh-huh."
Sash's body trembles with need.
Dante pauses for a moment to regard her, collapsed up over herself like a sex doll. She is his to do whatever he likes to, and Sash will always obey him, he'll make sure of that.
He can see in her eyes how much he means to her, and that look he knows will be reflected in his own. He can hardly believe how much this one girl drives him crazy, much more than any of the others that have come and gone in his life. He can hardly believe how much control she can have over the way he feels. It may look to any casual observer that Dante is in charge of this situation, but really, the only one who has the control is Sash. She always has, even though she's never realized it.
Down come Dante's boxer-shorts, his cock catching for a moment on the elasticated waistband, bending down momentarily and springing back into place magnificently. Sash can't hide her excitement any more, squealing at the sight of it. She loves seeing her stepbrother hard, proud to be able to turn him on so much.
She wants to suck him, run her tongue along the ridges of his crown and drink his delicious taste down, but Dante has other ideas.
Sash can feel the bed sink a little as he gets onto it. Once again, Dante puts his hand on his stepsister's ass, this time tightening the fabric around the form of her pussy, her wetness noticeable through the thin fabric of her pajamas.
"I want you, Sash. I've always wanted you."
"I want you too", Sash moans.
Dante puts his hands underneath her, takes hold of her pajama bottoms and pulls them up and over her ass, so they rest just above her knees. Sash can't see, but she can feel the cool air around her pussy, and knows she's fully exposed to him.
Dante is delighted to see how wet she is, thin strands of her cum sticking like glue to her panties and oozing out to the edges of her thighs. Even before he touches her, she is palpating, her pussy hole opening and closing rhythmically in synchronization with her shortened breaths.
Like this, his stepsister bound up and at his behest, Dante feels like a king. Being in control has always turned him on, and being able to dominate Sash like this makes his cock throb and his balls hum. Dante can't think of any other way he'd prefer to take her right now, and Sash couldn't agree more, the idea of being dominated by an angry Dante keen to punish her for behaving badly, enough in itself to push her close to coming.
Dante stares at her pussy for a while. He stares at her fat lips swollen with desire, the entrance to her pussy hole he himself broke through yesterday, and the cord of skin that separates her delightful little sex with her button tight anus, as though he's working out how best to proceed.
He wants to lick her, run his fat tongue up and down her slit until she collapses in orgasm and begs him to stop, but that kind of careful attentio
n he intends to save for another day. Right now he's bound her up to punish her hard, and he's not going to stop until he's got his way, whether she likes it or not.
Dante tests her wetness with the flat edge of his thumb, pushing it between her lips and towards her hole. When he finds it, forcing his way insistently through the sensitive tightness, Sash has to shut her eyes against the sharp stab of pain that echoes out around her body.
She's wet, very horny and ready to fuck, but her pussy is still sensitive from the operation, and still much tighter than it was a week ago. Dante is insistent, however. He pushes his thumb into his stepsister slowly, delighted to feel her pussy contract around his extended digit.
With his other hand, he pushes the skin back around her clit and rubs her delicate little nub directly. Sash complains and tries to twist her body away from him, but each movement cuts the leather of the belt into her ankles and the silk of the tie into her wrists so much that the sensitivity of Dante at her clit is better than the pain she receives in moving away from it.
Dante is anything but subtle, and seeing how much she tries to struggle away from it, he pulls his thumb out of her pussy, and concentrates all of his efforts on stimulating her tumid bead, keen to watch her pussy froth with excitement.
"Please, Dante, no."
The sensation is almost too much for Sash to bear.
Dante holds her clitoral hood back and works his finger tips in circles around her clit, sometimes pinching the fat nub and wanking it, other times nudging it so gently she can barely feel it, just to see how far he can push her.
When her anus is glistening with excreted pussy juice, and there is a patch of darkened fabric below her, that looks like someone has spilled a drink on the bed, and Sash's legs have begun to tremble and quake uncontrollably, and she's finally let it absorb her so much she's one touch away from exploding so loudly in orgasm that the whole of the rest of the street will hear her, Dante pulls away calmly, and lets his stepsister beg to have him put his hands back on her and finish her off.
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