28. Chapter Thirty-Eight Dante
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Dante
I stepped into the cool expanse of my penthouse suite, shrugging off the constraints of the city’s chaos outside, a glass of ice water in my hands.
There she was, Jade, sprawled across the bed, her desire etched in every flushed inch of her skin.
This room smelled amazing. And I wanted her so much.
I made sure to shut off the vibrator as I approached her.
“Jade,” I called out softly, noting how her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. The black thread I’d left encircling her, binding the source of her pleasure in place, stood out against her pale flesh—a reminder of the control I wielded, even as it faltered now.
Her eyes flickered open, glazed and drowning in need. She didn’t speak, but her gaze latched onto mine, pleading for relief or perhaps more torment—I wasn’t always sure which she craved more. I moved closer, my own needs clawing at me from beneath the surface of calm I projected.
“Here,” I said, offering her a glass of water with hands that betrayed none of the storm raging inside me. “Drink.”
She looked at her bound wrists, but she still didn’t seem to snap out of it. I brought the glass to her lips and she swallowed, a soft moan escaping from her parted lips as the cool water seemed to awaken her senses. Gently, I brushed away a strand of hair that stuck to her damp forehead, my heated gaze drinking in her vulnerability.
“I’m going to untie your hands now,” I said. “I want you to drink this whole thing.”
She nodded, a soft murmur of consent barely audible as the bindings loosened from her wrists. Careful not to leave any trace of discomfort, my fingers worked skillfully, unravelling the material that held her captive. Once free, she raised her arms slowly, rubbing at the faint red impressions left behind.
“Now drink,” I said, handing her the water.
She took the glass with a tremor in her fingers, sipping slowly, the water tracing a path down her throat. I watched, captivated by the simple act. It was then I noticed—the slight haze in her eyes wasn’t just lust; it was something deeper, almost intoxicating.
“Are you alright?” The words slipped from me, a mix of the mafioso and the man who found himself unexpectedly ensnared by this woman who was all sharp intellect and hidden fires.
“Mhm,” she hummed, a nonverbal affirmation that didn’t quite reach her eyes. I could see she was still caught in the web of her arousal, ensnared as much by her own sensations as by the silken restraint I’d placed upon her.
“Good,” I replied, though a part of me questioned if it was true. I set the glass aside and sat on the edge of the bed.
As she lay there, hair splayed like a dark halo around her head, she looked at me with an intensity that cut through the fog of my own hesitations. “Dante,” Jade’s voice broke through, thick with need, “Don’t make me wait anymore. Please.”
The sound of my name on her lips, laced with such raw desire, stirred a storm within me. Fuck everything else. In that moment, as I shed the last piece of my tailored armor, I was just a man, driven by primal want.
“Please,” she whispered, and that single plea was laced with more power than any command I had ever given or received.
The twinge of guilt that had been gnawing at me retreated as I joined her on the bed, our bodies aligning with an urgency that burned away any lingering doubt. Her skin was soft under my hands, her curves yielding to my touch.
“Tell me what you want, Jade.”
“You know what I want,” she said. “Fuck me, Dante. Please, fuck me.”
I untied the silk I had tied around her waist, removing the vibrator from its snug hold. I brushed my fingers against her clit as I removed her soaked panties, her back arching off the bed at the slightest touch. She was ready for me, her body open and aching for my touch.
“Have you been good? Do you want to come now?” I asked her.
She looked right at me. “Yes.”
With a nod, I slid my fingers down her pussy, using her arousal to ease the way.
She gasped under my touch, her body shuddering as I dipped two fingers inside her. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked,” I said.
Her response was a hungry moan, her hips rocking to meet my fingers. I watched her, caught in the throes of pleasure. She was a vision of sublime surrender. I fucking loved looking at her.
“I should do this more often,” I said. “Leave you all tied up and ready for my cock.”
Her eyes widened, her desire manifesting as a darker shade of green. “Yes... please. More of this.”
“You like that?” I teased, my fingers working deeper inside her, driving her wilder with every stroke. Soft gasps turned into moans, and soon, she was writhing beneath me.
And then I stopped. My fingers stilled inside her. I watched her writhe and squirm, begging for more. But I held back, letting the anticipation build.
“Dante, please...” She whimpered, her hips instinctively bucking against my hand.
“Tell me how much you want it,” I demanded.
“I want it... I need you,” Her voice was breathless, demanding in its own right.
I obliged, restarting my movements in sync with her pleas. Gradually increasing the pace until she was on the brink of release.
“Now?” I asked, my breath hitching at the sight of her.
“Yes!” She cried out.
And then she broke apart beneath me. I watched as ecstasy washed over her face in waves of pure bliss, her skin turning a deep shade of red.
“Fuck,” she gasped out, her body convulsing in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers dug into the sheets, a deep moan escaping her lips as she rode out the waves of intense satisfaction, her body finally granted the release she’d been craving. There was something so damn intoxicating about watching her come undone under my touch, something that made my heart pound and my blood sing.
With her aftershocks still rippling through her, I didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. Instead, I shifted down the bed, my eyes locked with hers, heavy with desire and promises of more. Leaning in, I replaced my fingers with my mouth, my tongue finding her sensitive spot that had just pulsed with release.
Jade’s back arched off the mattress, a sharp intake of breath her only warning before she gripped my hair, guiding me with urgent need. I worked her over with an intense focus, drawing patterns designed to elicit the most impassioned responses. She tasted like the forbidden—so fucking good.
“Please, Dante,” Jade pleaded, her voice laced with desperation and something softer, something that sounded dangerously close to affection.
I increased the pressure, my own needs secondary to the drive to hear her unravel again. When she climaxed this time, it was with a flood of warmth that had her crying out my name. The sound echoed off the walls, a stark reminder that while we might be in a penthouse above the chaos of the city, in here, she was mine completely.
“You think you can squirt for me?” I asked her.
Her eyes popped open at the question, her cheeks flushing a brilliant red. “I...I don’t know,” she stammered, a hint of uncertainty clouding her gaze.
“I think you can,” I reassured her, my voice low and husky as I ran my fingers down her slick folds, teasing her sensitive clit once more. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded breathlessly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked at me with those wide, trusting eyes. “Yes.”
“Then let go for me, Jade.”
Her hands gripped the sheets tighter under my touch as I began to circle her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. She whimpered in response, her hips bucking against my hand in desperate need of more.
“I need...Dante.” Her voice was low and raspy with need.
“I know what you need,” I told her confidently as I slid two fingers inside her once more. “You’re going to come for me again Jade.”
My movements were slow and insistent, bringing her to the edge slowly but surely. Jade whimpered and gasped, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She writhed beneath me, her breath coming in short pants as she clung to the sheets.
“Almost there,” I murmured, feeling her tighten around my fingers.
Just when I thought she might break again, I slowed. “Wait for it...” I instructed her, my voice heavy with anticipation. Then I curled my fingers within her sharply and applied a firm pressure on her clit with my thumb.
She cried out, her body seizing under the sudden onslaught of sensations. And then she was coming again, the waves of pleasure rolling through her so hard that she squirted all over my hand and the sheets beneath us.
“Fuck, Dante,” she gasped out, shuddering as she came down from her high. Her eyes were glazed over.
“Good girl,” I murmured approvingly, sliding up to capture her lips in a searing kiss that had her moaning into my mouth. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She nodded, her breath hitching at my words as I quickly slid my slacks off my legs along with my boxers and positioned myself between her spread legs. The sight of her there – laid out for me and glistening with sweat, her damp hair framing her flushed face – was enough to ratchet my arousal up another notch.
I stilled above her, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. But, I didn’t push in, not yet. No, I wanted to savor this moment; wanted to bask in the sheer want emanating from those wide eyes.
“Look at me,” I commanded, and she did. Her gaze locked onto mine, a trust there that was more intimate than anything we’d done so far.
Slowly, torturously so, I pushed into her. Her tight heat enveloped me inch by inch until I was fully seated within her.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming sensation. For a moment, all I could do was still, savoring the feeling of being encased inside her warmth.
But then Jade shifted beneath me - a shiver of need that had her walls clenching around me. That single move obliterated my control. With a growl of pure primal need, I thrust into her harder - setting a punishing pace that had the bed shaking beneath us and our bodies slick with sweat. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs wrapping tighter around me as she met each of my thrusts with one of her own.
My hips slammed against hers with a rhythmic intensity that echoed in the silence of the room. Jade moaned beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she matched my pace stroke for stroke. She was beautiful like this, stripped bare and unabashedly responsive.
Her lips parted in a silent cry as I speared deeper inside her. She was wet and tight and so fucking perfect that I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Jade,” I growled, my voice barely more than a harsh whisper as I buried myself deep within her. “I’m so close.”
“Do it,” she urged, her voice trembling as she tensed beneath me. “Please, Dante. Fill me up.”
Her words were the permission I needed. I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, every thrust pushing me deeper into the abyss. She met me stroke for stroke, her own climax building once again as I pounded into her.
“I’m coming,” she cried out, her voice raspy and filled with pleasure. Her body convulsed beneath me, her walls clenching around me in a vice-like grip that had my control slipping.
With a final, desperate thrust, I came hard, spilling deep within her as she cried out my name. The world blurred around us as we rode out our orgasms, our bodies tangled together in a sweaty mess of limbs.
Barely able to catch my breath, I collapsed next to Jade on the bed, pulling her close against my side.
The air was still, thick with the scent of sex and a silence that enveloped the room like a heavy blanket. I felt her chest rise and fall against my side, a steady rhythm that grounded me as reality began to seep back into my consciousness.
I felt a twinge of guilt at the sight of her, panting and flushed. Her wrists were reddened from the restraints, a stark contrast to her creamy skin. There was a satisfaction in knowing I had brought her to such heights of pleasure, but also a sour note of remorse.
“Jade...” My voice trailed off as I cradled each wrist gently in my hand, my thumb tracing lightly over the marks left by the ties.
She murmured something unintelligible, her eyes still heavy-lidded with exhaustion and pleasure. It was the sight of that dazed satisfaction on her face that both fueled and stifled my guilt. I’d marked her, claimed her in a way that no one else had before me.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice rough from exertion. “Do you need water? Food?” The practicalities seemed so mundane in the aftermath of what we’d shared, but they were necessities all the same, especially now—for the sake of the life we’d created together. It was a sobering reminder of the new bond between us, stronger than any mafia oath or blood tie.
She shifted slightly, her head nestling into the crook of my arm. “What time is it?” she mumbled, her voice thick with the aftermath of pleasure, a husky tone that sent another wave of desire coursing through me despite the exhaustion that begged for attention.
“Still early,” I assured her, stealing a glance at the bedside clock. “Only noon.”
Her eyes fluttered open to look at me, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Don’t want...don’t want the baby to go hungry...” Her words were mumbled, half lost in a yawn that she tried to stifle against my chest.
I chuckled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair back from her face. “There’s no chance of that happening, beautiful. I brought food home.”
Her eyes seemed to light up at the mention of food, but they were heavy with sleep and quickly fell shut again.
“Jade?” I prodded gently when she didn’t respond.
A soft snore was the only reply I got.
Shaking my head, I pulled the sheets over us and settled down beside her, wrapping my arms protectively around her as she snuggled closer in her sleep.
This wasn’t so bad. For a second, I found myself thinking that maybe I should let her try to escape once again…before I remembered that if she did escape, she would be in grave danger.
And so would our child.
So I stayed there; still but awake as she finally caught up on the sleep and energy I’d stolen from her.
And all I did was watch.