Tempt: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies Book 2)

by Faith Summers

  It’s evident Dante’s trying to concentrate but keeps giving Allen daggers every time he catches him looking at me.

  Today is worse than last week. Last week it was clear from the way Dante looked at Allen that he wanted to say something but was holding off. Today he looks like he’d beat him senseless if he could.

  We had a really good weekend and tonight I’m meeting him at The Dark Odyssey for the start of our wild sexual fun. We came up with the plan to do one fantasy every time we go there.

  I’m excited, but I’ll confess that I’m nervous I’ll do something to spoil it. I’ve never been good at keeping secrets but this is a secret that’s worth keeping and taking with me to my death.

  Dante walks around to the front of his desk and sits on the edge.

  “I think in a few days we could have a plan ready to present to the liaisons at Activate. Are you guys up for that?” he asks.

  “I am,” I answer gazing adoringly at him.

  Allen doesn’t answer. I turn to look at him and see he’s staring so hard at my breasts he hasn’t heard a word.

  “Hey pal,” Dante says coming up to Allen and snapping his fingers in front of his face. Allen looks up and blinks.

  “I’m sorry old man, what did you say?”

  I can’t stand that he calls Dante old man and he knows Dante can’t stand it either.

  “Allen… let me give you a lesson in life, consider it a tip from the elderly seeing as you insist on calling me old man when you know my name.”

  Allen straightens. “I didn’t mean anything by it bro. It’s just the way I talk.”

  “Allen, I don’t give a flying fuck how you talk. If you’re idiot enough to assume you and I are pals it’s your mistake. I’m cool because we’re at work. However, look at her again the way you are and it’s your funeral.”

  My eyes go wide and I hear Allen swallow hard with a gulp. I don’t think I can remember Dante ever looking so mad at anyone. I can tell he has a temper from the bad ass vibe he exudes but he’s never shown it around me.

  “Understand?” he asks Allen.

  “Yes, yes Dante,” Allen says nodding.

  It’s almost comical the way he shaped up so quick. I hope that means he won’t be ogling me anymore.

  Dante glances at me and goes back to the presentation. He resumes talking like nothing happened. The time passes and the meeting ends half an hour later.

  Allen is the first to leave, no surprise there. As he does Dante watches him go and I watch Dante.

  I get up and go over to him. When he looks at me his face softens.

  “You okay?” he asks. “Sorry you had to see me get so mad.”

  “I’m fine, and thanks for talking to him, he’s been doing that for a while.”

  “Don’t stand for it Princesa. If he does that again you tell me. You hear me?”

  “Yeah…” I gaze up at him and he reaches out to touch my hand. We can’t kiss because the walls in this room are made of glass. People can see us. Dad himself could be walking by and see us.

  He runs his thumb over mine and smiles. No one can see us practically holding hands because of how we’re standing.

  “Ready for later?” he asks holding my gaze.

  “I am.” I can’t wait to go back to the club with him. It feels like it’ll be different to how we were last time.

  He leans forward like he’s going to chance kissing me and I tilt my head up to receive his lips.

  It doesn’t happen though because the door opens and we move apart when Dad comes in.

  “Hey there,” Dad says looking from me to Dante. The slight squint in his eyes makes me wonder if he suspects something.

  “Hey, what’s up?” Dante asks him.

  “I just needed to show you something. I… hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

  I look him over and I can tell he does suspect something. We were standing too close and we probably looked like we were going to kiss.

  “Not at all,” Dante says and looks back to me. “I’ll see you later Rachel.”

  “Later.”

  He walks out of the meeting room with Dad and I’m left staring after them.

  Secrets…

  Dante isn’t a man I want to keep secret. What other choice do I have now though?

  The minute we got down to the doors pass the bar on the main floor of the club, I knew we were heading down to the sex dungeon.

  Dante is dressed in full black and he’s wearing a plain black mask. I’m dressed in a navy lacy babydoll that’s completely see through with a matching thong and mask.

  I wore a robe the same color over it because I don’t want anyone to see my body besides him.

  I met him here five minutes ago and he led me out here. The last time I went down here was not good. It was my first time trying anything BDSM related and the guy I was with was too rough with me. I haven’t done anything like that since. The thought of doing anything at all with Dante is making my head spin.

  We get down the steps that lead to the dungeon and he leads me through a set of doors I haven’t been to before.

  “What’s here?” I ask him.

  He smiles down at me and his eyes sparkle. “A private dungeon.”

  “Private?”

  “Yes, when you know certain people you get certain privileges.” He chuckles.

  I smile at that. “What else do you have privileges to?”

  “You’ll find out in good time Princesa.”

  We continue down the path and head to a set of large oak doors which open automatically for us.

  It leads into a suite like the one we spent the night in a few nights ago, except this is designed for BDSM in every sense of the word.

  There’s a large king-sized bed at the far corner and next to it is a large X shaped apparatus with leather cuffs attached to it. All along the walls are various types of things like that. Chains and whips and other sexual toys line a shelf.

  I look at it all and arousal claws at my insides. Arousal and a spark of curiosity. I didn’t know Dante was into anything like this.

  He releases my hand and steps forward to face me and takes off his mask.

  “Welcome to my dark side,” he says with a small smile. It’s sexy yet tentative. I get the feeling that if I was someone else he wouldn’t be tentative. He’d be the dominant I’m used to seeing. It’s just because it’s me why he’s being careful.

  “Does it scare you… Rachel?” he asks tilting his head to the side.

  “No.”

  “Have you been tied up before?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you like being tied up?”

  “Yes.”

  He looks me up and down and studies my face. “How many times have you done this?”

  “Just once.” My lips pinch together.

  “Were they careful with you?” he steps closer.

  “No… not really.” That time I was chained to a bed and the guy was more into pain than pleasure.

  He reaches out and cups my face. “I will be careful with you if you allow me to. I’d never hurt you. Can you trust me?”

  I smile. “You know I trust you.”

  “This is different baby. A real dom doesn’t just expect his sub to trust him. He earns it and makes sure she knows she can trust him with her body, heart, mind and soul.” He plants a kiss on the bridge of my nose.

  “I trust you,” I say beaming up at him and his dark earnest eyes study me. “I didn’t know you were a dom.”

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Rachel. I’m not a practicing one so I don’t expect you to call me master or Sir, but if you want to you can.”

  “Maybe I want to, sir…” I giggle.

  “That sounded sexy as fuck, I think I like you calling me sir, little sub.” He smiles wide. “So… do you want to do this?”

  “I do.”

  “Then your safe word is red. Say it.”

  “Red.”

  “Good girl.”

  He
aring him call me good girl has my pussy clenching with that wild sexual flush of anticipation.

  I love how I feel when I’m with him. One look makes me feel sexy and alive. A touch, and everything else falls into place.

  “Take this off.” He tugs on my robe. “And your mask.”

  I take off my mask first and then the robe. When he sees what I’m wearing his eyes widen.

  He reaches for my breasts and gives them a good feel rubbing his fingers over the nipples. Then he lifts the hem of the slip and tugs on my thong feeling over the bare skin of my mound.

  “Fucking hell woman, I’m never going to forget this,” he says in a low rumble. “It’s going to be hard taking this off you when you look so good.”

  “I can keep it on if you want me to.”

  “Another time, for this fantasy I need your naked body.”

  “Okay.”

  “Take your clothes off for me nice and slow.”

  I start with the straps of my slip and push them down my shoulders. Since it’s not fitted like my others and more floaty that’s all it takes for it to drift down the length of my body and pool at my feet. I push the thong down next and take off my heels. All the while he watches me with that look of desire that’s wild with hunger, dark and sexy. Predatory.

  “Is this how you want me, sir?”

  “Yes.” He lowers to plant a kiss on my nipples and sucks briefly on the right one. “Come, let’s have some fun. Remember the safe word. Say it and I stop.”

  I remember. What I don’t think he realizes though is that I’d allow him to do anything to me.

  I’d allow him to take me anywhere and I would probably follow him over the side of a cliff if I was asked to.

  That’s how far gone I am.

  He takes my hand and leads me over to the X.

  “Are you okay with this?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. As a reward for being so daring and sexy, I will allow you to come once on your own. After that you will not come until I tell you.”

  Wow… I get the feeling I’m definitely about to enter into something truly sexy and kinkier than I’m used to.

  “Okay,” I answer and he positions me in front of the X.

  First he takes my right wrist and secures the leather cuff around it, then he does my left.

  Moments later my feet are done and I’m completely at his mercy. Naked and bound. What comes next will be me trusting him to take me into a dark fantasy, where I know there’ll be unimaginable pleasure, just like every time we’ve been together.

  “Are you okay?” he asks checking the cuffs aren’t too tight around my wrists.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Perfect baby.”

  He starts undoing the buttons of his shirt and backs it down his shoulders. I will never get enough of looking at him and watching his perfect body on display.

  He takes off the rest of his clothes and my gaze lands on his perfect cock, massive and thick ready to be inside me.

  A wicked smile lights up his face and he steps forward to kiss me.

  When the chains clink against metal as I instinctively try to reach for him he smiles against my lips.

  “This is where I get to touch you and do whatever I want to you, and you let me.” He gives me a grin that makes my pulse race.

  “I would have done that anyway.” When I say things like that I can’t help myself. My poor heart is so glad to be with him it speaks before I’m able to think about what I’m saying.

  He gives me a piercing look that reaches into my soul and I can’t look away.

  Neither does he.

  “This way you feel pleasure that’s amplified a hundredfold Princesa, I want to give that to you.”

  “I want it.” I do, more than anything.

  He moves in and starts with that fiery line of kisses down my neck, then he works his way down to my breasts.

  That’s when I feel the difference. It’s right then because I’d normally press his head to my breast or I’d grab on to something.

  Now I can’t.

  Sometimes the pleasure is so much that holding on to him is what steadies me. Like this I have to take what he’s giving in undiluted waves. And, it’s just like he said the pleasure is amplified.

  “Feel good?” he asks.

  “Yessss…” I moan.

  He dives back into suck hard and takes in as much of my breasts as he can into his mouth. The sight is so hot I feel the greedy tug of an orgasm.

  “Holy fuck,” I wail and he sucks even harder.

  I cry out and I come without thinking, moaning mindlessly into the release.

  He moves away and crouches down so he can slide his fingers into my pussy. Pleasure in abundance immediately rockets through me.

  “Naughty girl, you used up your reward already. Good for me though, I get a taste you.”

  I can’t answer him. I’m breathing too hard to talk and my skin feels so hot I could strip it off.

  Dante grins and starts to slide in and out of my passage. I just manage to catch my breath before he nuzzles his face in between my thighs and starts pushing his clever tongue into my passage so he can lap up the nectar that’s flowed from me.

  Between the continuous strokes and getting the raw pleasure in undiluted amounts the shards of desire build once again deep in my core, getting ready to explode.

  He sucks hard on my clit and it shatters my senses with such a blast that I scream.

  I’m coming again, thrashing against the cuffs and his face. He grabs my ass and holds me still, holding me in the lock of pleasure and I arch my back, rubbing against the cold steel of the cross.

  “Dante… I’m… coming!” I moan out loud.

  He stops and smiles up at me. “Not until I say baby.”

  I give him an incredulous glare. I don’t know how he expects me to deny my release. It feels too good and either I’ll go crazy on the pleasure or the pain of holding it all in.

  Fuck. He continues feasting on me and his tongue feels even better than it did just moments ago.

  His tongue tantalizes and teases my pussy. Stroking, licking and petting igniting a fire inside me that pulls me into the throes of passion.

  I’m held there and a pulse of heat cascades over my body. It keeps me bound as tight as the cuffs and everything else disappears, fading into the ether. I alternate between gasping, then opening and closing my eyes.

  I want more but I can’t handle it.

  “Dante… please. Let me come. Please…” I beg. “Please let me come…” I cry and he lifts his head and releases me.

  “Come for me, Princesa.” He commands in that low sexy, baritone.

  On his word I let go and the pleasure that assails me explodes into a wave of consuming heat that takes me over the edge.

  Wetness flood between my legs and once again he laps it up drinking me in.

  He doesn’t stay as long as he did before. When he stand sup I see why. His cock looks like it’s ready to explode too.

  He goes behind me and holds on to my hips. The X is positioned perfectly to give him access to me from the back or front.

  He plunges right into my pussy, slamming in so he’s buried to the hilt and starts fucking me hard. There was no inching in this time. He just impaled my body with the thick length of his cock and started to fuck. My pussy spasms against his length and the friction of his relentless pounding.

  “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, Princesa,” he promises and I believe him because there’s no one like him. Nobody else and there never will be.

  He speeds up and I’m lost in him again as he drives deeper, hitting my G- spot again, and again, and again.

  The sounds of us fill the room. our cries of pleasure and our bodies doing what they were always supposed to do.

  His grunts and the way he touches me take me higher and higher, back to that place where I was before, but now there’s so much more.

  When his cock pulses in
side me and he starts to fuck me at a furious speed that leaves me breathless I know this is it for both of us. There’s no more control after that. There’s nothing left to take.

  We both fall into the orgasm that takes me. It comes for me and pulls him in too.

  We both cry out into the blast that consumes us and the pleasure sings through my veins.

  All I can think of as we fall from the height of pleasure and he holds me is I never want this to end.

  I never want to be without him.

  I want him forever already and we’ve only just began.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dante

  Peter looks tense. He’s worn the same look of tension for weeks now.

  Ever since that day when he saw me and Rachel in the meeting room and I almost kissed her.

  It’s like he wants to ask me about it but is nervous to. I know him and I know when he’s got stuff on his mind.

  He’s been worried, and I’ve been worried.

  Keeping this secret is killing me slowly. Every day I think of some other solution to sneaking around, but come up with nothing that will make everyone happy.

  I’ve been sleeping with Rachel for nearly two months and it’s been great. So little time and yet it’s the first time in my life I’ve felt such a powerful connection with any woman.

  I don’t want to keep her away in the dark like I’m ashamed of her and definitely not because of Peter. He’s the reason for it.

  We’re in his office now going over the final contracts from Xiou and Hiraki. Those fuckers might have taken weeks to get back to us but they agreed to the twenty percent share. Just as I knew they would.

  “Everything looks good here,” I say.

  “Thank you. I was thinking of going away this weekend, maybe a camping trip. Just us like the good old days. We could go hiking in Yosemite or something.”

  This weekend is a no go. I’m taking Rachel sailing. It will be the first chance of a getaway I’ve had. It’s also the final weekend I have before I have to get back to Salvatore.

  “I’m kind of busy this weekend. How about some other time?”

  “Oh… what are you doing?” he eyes me curiously and straightens up. on the regular he’d just take my answer as I’m busy and I can’t go. It would be enough to leave it at that.