16. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Francesca
Dante leads me back to our bedroom, a bottle of wine in hand that he'd selected from the dwindling collection in the kitchen.
He pours the drink, and he disappears into the bathroom for a moment.
As I sip the wine, I wander toward the dresser on his side of the bed. My attention catches on a drawer slightly ajar, revealing hints of something that makes my pulse quicken.
I pull the drawer open wider, breath catching at what I find.
An assortment of implements designed for pleasure and pain. Restraints in buttery leather, vibrators in varying sizes, blindfolds of black silk. Clear evidence that Dante Ravelli's desires run darker than even I imagined.
"Curious, princess?" His voice drops to that dangerous register that makes heat pool between my thighs as I turn around with a breath caught in my throat.
I lift a pair of velvet-lined cuffs as he moves behind me, close enough that I feel his heat but not quite touching.
"You don't seem as shocked as I thought you would be."
I turn to face him. "Please. My education wasn't limited to economics and art history, Dante. My father ensured I understood all aspects of power, including those exercised in bedrooms rather than boardrooms."
His eyes narrow. "Understanding theory and surrendering control are very different things, Francesca."
"Who said anything about me surrendering?" I counter, stepping closer until my breasts graze his chest through my thin dress. "Perhaps tonight it's your turn."
He laughs. "You think I'd submit to you?"
"I think," I whisper, rising to my tiptoes to brush my lips against his jaw. "That you've been working so hard. And that maybe you're curious what it would feel like… just once… to let someone else take control."
His breathing quickens, but he doesn't stop me as I push the shirt from his shoulders.
"I've been burning since the moment you claimed me," I admit, hands tracing the tattoos that map his chest and arms. "Tonight I want to watch you burn too."
I reach for the cuffs again, holding them up between us like a challenge. His eyes darken, desire warring with his innate need to dominate me in every way possible.
"And if I refuse?" he asks, voice rough with what might be interest despite himself.
I drop the cuffs and step back, reaching behind me to slowly lower the zipper of my dress. The fabric slides from my shoulders, pooling at my feet to reveal I've worn nothing underneath all evening.
His sharp intake of breath is exactly what I wanted.
"Then you'll never know what you're missing," I reply, moving backward toward the massive bed that dominates the room. "And I'll just have to take care of myself."
I sink onto the mattress, legs parting in deliberate invitation as my hand slides down my stomach. "Your choice, Dante."
His eyes track the movement of my fingers as I touch myself, teasing my own clit with slow circles. I'm already wet, already aching, my body perpetually ready for him in ways that should shame me but only excite me further.
"Fuck," he growls, stalking toward me. "You're going to regret this game tomorrow."
"Maybe," I agree, my free hand reaching for the glass dildo I spotted in his collection. "But tonight, I think we'll both enjoy it."
The sleek implement gleams in the lamplight as I bring it to my lips, tongue darting out to wet the smooth surface. Dante watches, transfixed, as I slide it between my lips in a deliberate preview of what I intend for him.
When I withdraw it with a soft pop, his control visibly frays. "What do you want from me, Francesca?"
"Everything," I admit, the honesty surprising us both. "But for now, I'll settle for your complete surrender."
I don't expect him to agree.
Dante Ravelli doesn't submit, doesn't yield, doesn't relinquish control to anyone. But to my shock, he reaches for the cuffs I'd discarded, holding them out to me like an offering.
"If this goes too far," he says, voice tight, "there will be consequences."
I rise to my knees, accepting the cuffs with trembling fingers. "I'm counting on it."
He turns, presenting his back to me in a display of trust.
I secure the cuffs around his wrists, checking they're tight enough to restrain but not to hurt.
"On the bed," I direct, surprised at the authority in my voice. "Now."
He complies, the muscles in his powerful body coiled tight as he settles against the pillows.
I straddle his thighs, my naked cunt pressing against the rough fabric of his pants, deliberately creating friction where I need it most.
"These need to go," I murmur, unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper with teasing slowness.
He lifts his hips, allowing me to strip him down. His cock springs free, thick and hard against his abdomen, the head already slick with precum that tempts me to taste it.
"Who would have thought," I whisper, trailing my nails lightly down his chest. "That the great Dante Ravelli… would be at my mercy."
"For now," he reminds me, something dangerous flashing in his eyes.
I smile, reaching again for the glass dildo. "Cheeky. Let's see how long that defiance lasts."
I position myself over his face, thighs bracketing his head as I face his cock.
"Make me wet, Dante. Get me ready for this."
I trail the coolness of the dildo along his length, watching it jump in response.
His groan vibrates against my core as his mouth finds me, tongue immediately seeking my clit. Even bound, even supposedly submissive, he attacks pleasure like he does everything else—with devastating expertise and absolute focus.
I gasp as he sucks hard on my sensitive bundle of nerves, my hips involuntarily rolling against his face. The wetness between my thighs increases under his attention, preparing me for what comes next.
When I'm slick and ready, I pull away, reaching for the lubricant I'd spotted in his drawer. I coat the glass dildo generously, making sure Dante can see every movement as I roll my hand down the shaft.
"Watch," I command, sliding down until I'm poised just above his thick length. "Watch as I take both of you."
I guide the dildo to my pussy, teasing myself with the smooth tip before slowly pressing it inside. The stretch is delicious, the cool glass warming quickly to my body's heat as I work it deeper.
" Christ ," Dante hisses, his cock twitching as he watches the implement disappear inside me. "You're so fucking wet."
"It's all for you," I admit, voice breaking as I push the dildo fully inside me. "Always for you, Dante. Even when you ignore me all day… maybe now you'll remember I'm here."
With my free hand, I grasp his straining erection, guiding it toward my waiting mouth.
"You know I'm right here, right? All the time… just waiting."
I lick the tip of his cock, watching his eyes roll back.
The taste of him is already familiar. Salt and musk and pure masculine power. Enjoying my complete control, I take him deep, tongue swirling around the sensitive head as I hollow my cheeks with suction.
His hips buck upward, a strangled sound escaping his throat. "Francesca, fuck—"
I pull off with a wet sound.
"Don't you dare come," I warn, squeezing the base of his cock firmly. "Not until I say."
His eyes burn with mingled frustration and arousal. "You expect me to hold back when you look like that? With your pussy stretched around that toy while you suck my cock?"
The crude words send a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
I begin moving the dildo again, a steady rhythm, fucking myself with measured strokes while maintaining eye contact. The dual sensation of fullness and power makes me dizzy with need and I can't help but moan loudly.
I take him in my mouth again, synchronizing the movements. The dildo pushing inside as I swallow him deep, withdrawing as I pull back. My moans vibrate around his length, adding another layer of sensation.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, wrists straining against the cuffs. "If my hands were free right now—"
I release him with a pop and roll my free hand over the wetness of his glistening cock.
"But they're not," I remind him, twisting the dildo to hit a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. "Oh… fuck. Yes, tonight, you're mine to use as I please."
His cock jerks at my words, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. I lick it away slowly, savoring his taste while watching his control fracture further.
"Let me touch you," he demands, voice rougher than I've ever heard it. " Please ."
The plea, a sound so rare I doubt it's ever touched his lips, sends a rush of power through me.
"Not yet," I murmur, taking him deeper again, relaxing my throat to accommodate his full size.
The glass toy stretches me perfectly, the smooth curve hitting places inside that make my thighs tremble. With each thrust, I rock forward, taking Dante deeper into my throat until my nose brushes the coarse hair at his base.
His growl is animalistic.
"I can feel you getting close," he observes, watching my movements become less coordinated. "Your thighs are shaking, princess. You're going to come with that toy in your cunt and my cock in your mouth, aren't you?"
The filthy words push me closer to the edge. I moan around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk upward.
"That's it," he encourages, somehow reclaiming control despite his bound position. "Fuck yourself faster. Yeah, like that. I want to watch you fall apart like the dirty slut I know you can be."
I obey without thinking, increasing the pace of the dildo while taking him impossibly deeper. The pleasure builds, a tight coil of heat spreading from my core to my extremities.
When I come, it's with his cock pressed against the back of my throat and the glass toy buried deep inside me. The contractions ripple through me in waves, my body clamping down on the glass object as my vision blurs with intensity.
I pull off him gasping, body still trembling with aftershocks.
"Fuck, Dante—"
Before I can catch my breath, he's somehow maneuvered out of the restraints. Asshole. Those clever fingers that I should have known would find a way to free themselves have done exactly that.
He flips our positions, pinning me beneath him, my legs still splayed wide.
"My turn," he growls, gripping the base of the dildo and twisting it sharply.
A strangled cry escapes me as he begins fucking me with the toy, the overstimulation bordering on exquisite torture. My still-sensitive walls clench around the glass as he sets a punishing pace.
"You think you can control me?" he asks, voice dark with promise. "You think you can make me beg?"
"Y-yes," I gasp, body arching as he hits a spot that makes my vision blur.
His smile is predatory. "Then you'd better be prepared for the consequences."
He withdraws the toy suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can protest, he's positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently against my slick folds.
"This fucking pussy is mine," he growls, pushing inside with one powerful thrust that seats him fully. "You are mine. Remember that."
I cry out as he fills me completely, the stretch more intense after the toy has already worked me open. He pins my hands above my head, mirroring the position he'd been in just moments before.
"Now," he says against my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Now I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember who was in control tonight."
His pace is relentless, each thrust pushing me higher toward another peak I didn't think possible. The sound of skin against skin, of his harsh breathing mingling with my moans, fills the room like the most primal music.
When he reaches between us to circle my clit with his thumb, I shatter again, walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. My release triggers his own, his body tensing above me as he empties himself with a hoarse shout of my name.
After, he collapses beside me, drawing me against his heaving chest. His heart thunders beneath my ear, matching the frantic pace of my own.
"Christ," he murmurs into my hair, arms tightening around me. I smile against his skin, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "Don't get too comfortable. We're not done yet, princess."