Chapter 14 Alex
ALEX
Icouldn’t believe how easily Dante had brought me to the edge twice now, and now he might do it again from nothing but undressing in front of me.
He was so incredibly hot. And the way he’d flicked his belt.
I’d never been spanked as an adult, never dared ask anyone to do it, and certainly never been with anyone who would volunteer.
But maybe I did want that. Of course I did. I wanted anything Dante would give me.
He let his shirt drop off his shoulders, pulled it from his arms, and tossed it over a chair. I let myself feast on the sight of his naked torso.
He was toned, but not bulky, and yet he lifted me like I was nothing the other day, and he’d pinned me against the wall so easily.
I couldn’t have freed myself, at least not without hurting him.
I hadn’t wanted to be free though. I wanted to be right where I was.
I didn’t care how much he tormented me. I’d wanted him ever since I’d first seen him.
I couldn’t believe I was really here, naked in his bed, watching him undress.
I realized my mouth was hanging open as I stared.
He smiled. “Like what you see?”
“I already liked you dressed, and this is even better.”
He pushed his pants and underwear down, freeing his cock, and I sucked in my breath. It was fucking huge. I had no business letting him near me with that. I’d never had my ass fucked, and this was no way to start. How the hell was he going to fit? There was no way.
He wrapped a hand around himself and stroked. “You worried you can’t take it?”
I nodded.
“You’ll be a good boy and take it all. You can do it.”
I swallowed hard, afraid I was going to regret getting myself into this, but I wanted it so bad I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He moved his hand up and down over the thick, hard flesh.
I wanted to taste him, like he had me. I wanted anything he would give me.
He finished getting out of his clothes and left them in a pile next to mine. Then he knelt on the bed and moved toward me on his hands and knees, like a jungle cat ready to pounce. He was probably just as dangerous to me, but I was ready to be devoured.
He pushed at my inner thighs, forcing my legs open even more.
I glanced down again. His cock seemed even bigger as it jutted out there between my legs.
As if he read my mind, he rubbed a finger over his slit and lifted it to my mouth.
I took hold of his wrist, pulling him closer, and sucked his finger, closing my eyes and imagining it was his cock.
My mouth would be stuffed wide, my lips stretched around him.
It felt powerful to see his eyes darken, his jaw clench. How powerful would I feel with his cock down my throat, making him come with my mouth?
He tugged his finger from my mouth, and I reluctantly let go. “I have more ideas of what I want to do with that mouth of yours.”
I smiled. “I have ideas too.”
“There are so many things I want to do to you. I have to prioritize.”
I shook my head. “No, you can do them all.”
“If I did them all tonight, I’d kill you.”
I sighed. “What a way to go?”
He scowled at me. “We’re working on you taking care of yourself.”
“You’re working on it.”
Suddenly, his hand was around my throat, squeezing until I struggled to breathe.
I grabbed hold of his arm and tried to pull him away, but I couldn’t make him budge.
“Do not play games like that. You will take care of yourself. You will do whatever I say. If you’re going to be here with me, if I’m going to take these risks with you, then I get to tell you what to do. That’s how it works.”
When he let go, I gulped in air and rubbed at my throat. “I love that you want to take care of me, but try not to choke me to death to make me understand.”
“I’ll only hurt you as much as you like.”
“How do you know what I like?”
His smile was pure evil. “I can tell. I can feel it. Have I been wrong yet?”
I shook my head. I’d been scared, but my cock was harder than ever.
“Now, let’s stretch out your ass.” He used the finger I’d sucked to push into me, and my breath caught. “So fucking tight. This virgin ass is mine. No one else is going to touch you like this. No one else is going to fuck you here. I own your ass. Do you understand?”
“Fuck, Dante. I don’t…”
“I warned you. I wasn’t the man you thought I was. You didn’t believe me.”
I shook my head. “I like this, you’re the man I fantasize about.”
He leaned over, extracted a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, and squirted some on his fingers. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he was going to put those in my ass, and how that was nothing compared to his cock.
“You need this, don’t you? To be controlled, to be punished.” He pushed a finger back in, deeper this time. It didn’t hurt, but it felt strange.
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you what you need. No one else can do that for you.”
For some reason, I believed him. “No one but you.”
“That’s right.”
“It’s going to hurt when I drive my cock in here.” He added another finger and pushed deeper into me, making me groan.
“I don’t care.” I was scared I wouldn’t be able to take it, but I wanted him. I wanted this. I liked the way he took control, and I wasn’t backing down.
“I think you’re going to love it.”
I had to. It was him. There was no way this wouldn’t be incredible. He worked his fingers in and out. I couldn’t stay still anymore. I moved my hips, lifting my cock like I was fucking the air. I was desperate for friction. When I reached for myself, he grabbed my wrist.
“If I want you to touch yourself, I’ll tell you. Keep your hands above your head.”
“Dante,” I whined.
“Be good.”
“Yes, Professor.” He smiled, and I lifted my arms above my head. He pushed his fingers deep, curled them forward, and my whole world lit up. My hips jerked, and my cock grew painfully hard. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
He did it again. I was desperate for more, yet I wanted him to stop. It was so intense.
“You’re going to love my cock pressed over that sweet spot. It’s going to make you come so hard you’ll black out.”
I whimpered. “I want to come now.”
“You’re really not used to being patient, are you.”
I shook my head. “No one ever made me wait like this. No one would’ve dared.”
He added another finger, and I gasped. “Too much.”
“No, it’s not. If you can’t take this, you’ll never take my cock all the way inside you. Be a good boy and relax. Breathe.”
It felt like he was ripping me open. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
“It’s a very good idea. The best. You’ve been wanting this for ages.”
I scowled at him. “You complained that it’s only been a week.”
“No, I mean getting fucked. I know you’ve thought about it, but you never had the right man until me. Now I’m your only option.”
How had he gone from trying to push me away, telling me this couldn’t happen, to demanding no one touch me but him?
And why did I love it so much? This possessiveness, the control.
I would never have let anyone else talk to me this way, never obey them like this.
But with Dante, it was like a switch flipped in me.
All I wanted was for him to take care of me, to tell me what I needed to do.
He worked his fingers in and out, stretching me, twisting them. It started to feel better, and I started fucking myself on them. “Please. I need you.”
“Yes, you do. Touch yourself now,” he ordered.
I did, working my cock but knowing I couldn’t do much, or I would come. I was too close. “I can’t hold back much longer. Please, Dante. Please.”
He tightened his hand around the base of my cock, squeezing so hard it hurt. “You’re not going to come until I say so.”
He pulled his fingers from my ass. I stared up at him. “Please don’t do this. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop, but I’m going to make you wait. I want you fully aware, able to breathe, able to look at me, noticing every single sensation as I thrust my cock inside you.”
I wasn’t sure I could survive that.
“Have a sip of water.” He lifted a water bottle to my mouth, and I took a few sips.
“Good. Take a deep breath.” He placed his hand on my sternum. I did as he said. “No. Too shallow. Try again.”
This time, I slowed down, forcing myself to fill my lungs as much as I could.
“Now, exhale.” I let the air out as he pushed my chest down again.
We repeated it a few more times, and then he said, “Now, look at me.”
The room spun around me when I opened my eyes.
“Focus.”
When I met his gaze, I could. He was there, ready to ground me. I felt like the rest of the world had fallen away. There was only Dante and me. I reached for him, pulling him to me. He stretched out over me and smiled.
“Such a good boy.” He leaned down to kiss me, and I opened to him, letting him fuck my mouth with his tongue, sucking it deeper and making him groan. I tried to cling to him as he pulled back, but he took my hands and placed them over my head again. “Keep them there.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You can. I believe in you.” The kiss had warmed my entire body, but his words made my heart feel like it might explode. No one had ever believed in me the way he seemed to.
I was probably reading too much into this. It was just sex talk. He just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to fight him when he fucked me. Right?
I watched as he took the lube and slicked up his cock. Then he swiped more of it over my hole, using his finger to push into me again. I gasped. He wasn’t slow like before. He was merciless, finger fucking me until I was whimpering, begging, desperate for more.