26. Chapter Thirty-Six Jade
Chapter Thirty-Six: Jade
W e were in his bedroom again.
And he was stark fucking naked.
My heart hammered against my ribs as Dante stalked towards me like a predator homing in on its prey. The playful glint that once danced in his eyes was now extinguished, replaced by a chilling resolve.
“Since you’re so intent on trying to escape, I’ll make sure you understand how much you really want to be here.” The icy edge in his voice sliced through the air.
I tried to step back, but it was futile. His hand shot out, latching onto my wrist with a grip that fused iron and fire. He pulled me across the room, and every instinct screamed at me to resist, to fight. But there was no running from Dante Moretti; I knew that much.
He flung me onto the large four-poster bed that seemed more like an altar for sacrifice than a place of rest. The pounding in my ears crescendoed as I struggled beneath him, defiant even as fear laced my veins with ice.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I can pin you down, but I would rather not,” he said. “Though if you want, we can see who gets tired quicker.”
I didn’t know what to do. I watched as he opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a length of black silk. My heart lurched in my chest, a wild drum threatening to burst with every beat.
“What is that for?” I stuttered, my gaze fastened on the fabric shimmering wickedly between his fingers.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to get any ideas about running again,” he said, his voice a blend of menace and allure so potent it made my head spin.
“Easy,” he murmured, not out of comfort but as a command, while his other hand busied itself tying my wrists to the cool metal bed posts. His fingers were hot and rough against my skin, and despite everything, my body couldn’t help but react to his touch.
“Stay still,” Dante ordered, his breath fanning over my face. And though I wanted to spit defiance right back at him, I found myself caught in the gravity of his presence, unable to look away from those dark, impenetrable eyes.
The bed creaked under his weight as he secured me, ensuring I couldn’t escape. I was trapped, physically restrained and emotionally tangled in a web of my own making.
“Remember, Jade,” he said, his voice a velvet threat as he checked the knots one final time, “you chose this.”
I couldn’t decipher whether the quiver in my belly was born of fear or something far more treacherous as his hands lingered on my skin, long after the knots were secured. The sensation of being at Dante’s mercy twisted inside me, a heady mix of terror and arousal that left me breathless.
“Look at you,” Dante mused, his tone half-mocking, half-reflective as he took in my bound form. “So defiant, yet so vulnerable.”
“Damn you, Dante,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could catch them.
“Ah, Jade,” he said, leaning closer, his lips brushing my earlobe in a taunting caress. “The feeling is mutual.”
Then, with a sudden shift, he reached beneath the bed and produced a white box. He extracted a small device. My heart pounded against my ribs, wild with speculation. Its appearance alone promised nothing good—sleek, black, a harbinger of an unknown dread.
“Let’s see how much you don’t like it here,” he said, his smirk a slash across his handsome face. He activated the device with a click that echoed ominously in the silence between us.
“Remember this, Jade,” Dante said, his voice low and dark as the shadows that played across his features. “You’re mine to play with.”
Dante’s words, laced with a dark promise, hovered in the air as he leaned back to admire his handiwork. The sleek, silvery-black silicone device now nestled between my thighs, its cold touch a stark reminder of my helplessness. My cheeks flushed with shame, yet I couldn’t deny the immediate surge of wetness that betrayed my body’s treacherous reaction.
“Pathetic, isn’t it?” Dante chuckled, his fingers trailing lazily over the contraption as if he were a sculptor admiring his creation. “How your body reacts against your better judgment.”
I bit back a retort, knowing it would only serve to amuse him further. Instead, I focused on the rise and fall of my chest, the labored breaths that filled the silence of the room. But even as I tried to steel myself against him, my traitorous hips gave a small, involuntary twitch toward the pressure at my core.
“Still so responsive,” he observed, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He fastened more silk ties around my waist, ensuring the vibrator remained firmly in place.
“Please,” I began, the word foreign and weak on my lips. “Don’t do this.”
Dante smiled, a predator baring his teeth before the kill. “Oh, Jade, you should know by now,” he said. “I don’t do mercy.”
With the ties knotted tight, he stepped back, surveying his work with satisfaction. A sense of dread settled heavy in my stomach as I realized the full extent of my predicament. There would be no escape from the relentless torment to come.
“See,” Dante continued, his voice as cold as winter frost, “you should have known better than to test me.”
I watched in silent horror as he picked up a remote control from the bedside table, its purpose all too obvious. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes – the predatory satisfaction of a man who held all the cards.
“Dante, I—“ But my plea was cut short as he pressed a button on the remote and the device hummed to life.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my body arching instinctively as the device began to pulse against my sensitized flesh. The sensation was far from gentle – a steady, unyielding rhythm direct and calculated to draw forth pleasure in its most raw form.
Dante watched with rapt attention, his eyes a dark, predatory gleam that mirrored the sensual torment coursing through me.
“Well now,” Dante drawled, the words slipping from his lips like venom-soaked honey. “Let’s see how rebellious you feel after this.”
The device was relentless, each pulse sending waves of pleasure that made my body quiver. Dante stood by, watching with an intensity that only heightened the sensations. The room spun around me, the crisp linen beneath me turning into a sea of undulating waves as my body fought against the overwhelming onslaught.
“Please,” I found myself begging again, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring sea of pleasure. “Dante, stop.”
He merely raised an eyebrow, his finger hovering over the remote’s button. “Stop?” he asked, his voice mocking. “You want me to stop? But we’re just getting started.”
And with that, he pushed the button again, this time increasing the frequency of the vibrations. An unexpected wave of pleasure hit me hard, making my body convulse against the restraints. I couldn’t control the guttural moan that slipped from my lips, a raw sound echoing through the silent room.
“Please,” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper, swallowed by the darkened room.
“Aren’t we begging now?” Dante taunted, his lips curling into a smirk. “I thought you were too proud for that.”
“Dante,” I cried out again, my voice shaking with some strange mixture of anger and need.
He only smirked in response, seemingly amused by my desperate pleas. “What’s wrong, Dr. Bentley?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Not enjoying our little science experiment?”
“Fuck you,” I said.
A chuckle rumbled from Dante’s chest, a sound as dark and seductive as the man himself. “Maybe another time, Dr. Bentley,” he replied, his tone far too casual considering the compromising situation he had me in. “You haven’t been very good, and only good girls get their reward.”
The vibrator continued its merciless assault, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help but writhe beneath its pulsating rhythm. A gasp escaped my lips; a raw, unfiltered cry from some primal part of me I had never known existed.
“Look at me, Jade,” Dante ordered suddenly.
I reluctantly opened my eyes to meet his intense gaze and found a strange satisfaction in his expression. His face was set in hard lines of concentration as he watched me squirm under his control and though I hated to admit it, the attention was intoxicating.
“More,” I said before I could stop myself.
He smiled. “No,” he said. “I’m going to get dressed and I’m going to go to work. And I’m going to edge you all day long.”
He left the vibrator on and went to the closet. I watched him get dressed as I writhed on the bed, a pathetic display of desperation. The tailored lines of his suit contrasted sharply with my own disheveled state. Dante buttoned up his crisp white shirt and donned his coat with an air of casual indifference. His eyes never left me as I squirmed under the ceaseless pulsations.
“I’ll set it to randomly change its rhythm,” he said, finally adjusting his tie in the mirror. “Every time you think you’ve got it figured out, I’ll have it shift into something new.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “And you’ll be begging for me to fuck you by the time I get home because I won’t let you come all day.”
“Dante,” I pleaded, the device rendering me nearly senseless with its relentless stimulation. My voice was hoarse, my body aching with an undulating wave of pleasure and frustration.
He only chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Consider this your punishment, Jade. A lesson in obedience you won’t soon forget.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Yeah, fuck fair. I tried to reason with you. Remember, this stays on all day,” Dante said, his voice a silken threat that sent an involuntary shiver through me. “I can control it from my phone...so I’ll be checking up on you. I’ll be back later.” His words hung heavily in the air as he flicked the machine on without another glance, the low hum of the device a new constant in the room.
He straightened his tie again with meticulous care, the picture of composure and authority. “Have a good day, Jade,” he said. “I know you might be worried about getting thirsty or hungry or whatever…but with what I’m going to do to you today, all you’ll be able to think about is coming.”
Then, without another word or backward glance, he strode out, leaving me alone with my erratic breathing and the relentless thrumming of the machine between my legs.
I fought against the mounting pleasure, a futile battle waged within the confines of my own body. My cries of protest, once sharp and indignant, began to wane as the waves of sensation grew too powerful, too insistent. They morphed slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, into moans of ecstasy that I couldn’t suppress, no matter how hard I tried.
As the minutes turned into hours, the machine thrummed on, incessant and unyielding. My mind reeled, tumbling between resistance and surrender. Dante’s wicked punishment had started to feel eerily similar to a reward as I writhed against the satin sheets, caught in an endless cycle of pleasure and denial.
Dante.
His name curled around my thoughts, a seductive whisper threaded with potent desire. I craved his touch, his dominance; his power over me fueled a burning need that I had never known before. Even as I fought against it, my body betrayed me, arching into the relentless pulses of the device.
Fear coiled tight in my stomach at the realization. I was losing myself in him, teetering on a precipice that was both terrifying and intoxicating. Was this what Dante intended? For me to submit so entirely to his control?
As if to answer my unsaid question, the vibration shifted – intensifying suddenly and setting off a new wave of pleasure that stole my breath away.
I lost track of time, lost myself in the waves of pleasure and frustration. There were moments when I almost gave in, when the unmet need was so overwhelming that release seemed like the only salvation. But each time I teetered on the brink, Dante would shift the rhythm again and pull me back from the edge.
It was torture and temptation rolled into one, expertly administered by a man who knew exactly what he was doing. My mind was a haze of need and anticipation. The room echoed with my ragged breaths and whimpers; the only other sound was the relentless hum of the device Dante had left unrelenting between my legs.
Desperate for relief, I found myself begging him silently, every pulse of the machine melding into a silent plea: Dante, Dante, Dante...
This…whatever he was doing to me…it was working.
And I had been a fool to try to escape.