26. Checking In
Chapter twenty-six
Checking In
(Danica)
The click of the door makes my pulse jump.
Dante's relieved exhale echoes off marble walls as he finally finds the right bathroom—one of four in the oversized lobby.
"Moglie mia." (My wife.) His voice is rough velvet as he slides the lock home.
When he turns, his eyes find me perched on the counter between twin sinks, black lace spilling around me like a poisoned waterfall. The perfect updo Alessio's stylist crafted is decidedly less perfect now—Adira made sure of that—but my makeup has survived the night's adventures thus far.
I feel powerful.
Divine.
Fuck being a Goddess—I am a God.
Dante crosses to me in three long strides, and I reach for him, drawing him into the dark pool of my dress, my legs wrapping around his waist with practiced ease.
His mouth finds mine—tasting of whiskey and lust—and I kiss him like I'm trying to consume him.
When we finally part, I cup his face in both hands, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “Did you have fun, baby?”
Dante grins, those emerald pools sparkling in a way I’ve never seen before. “So much fun.” He looks pleased. “And you, Tesoro? How’s our good friend Adira?”
“She’s highly skilled as always.” I grin mischievously.
He licks his lips, need flashing in his eyes. “I wish I could have seen it.”
“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I’m hard just thinking about it. Feel.”
I drop my hand to Dante’s pants. The belt is already undone, his shirt untucked. With a single quick motion, I guide the zipper lower.
When I slip out his erect cock, I know he is telling the truth.
Dante hisses between his teeth as I wrap my fingers around his shaft, enjoying how it grows even harder in my hands.
“Very hard indeed. Tell me, little Sonja, did you have a good time too?” I laugh, squeezing the tip of his hardness.
“You crazy woman. You’ll drive me mad.” Dante gasps as I reach for his balls, rolling them gently in my palm, adding pressure in all the right places…pressing all the buttons to make my aroused sub even more desperate.
“I will spend the rest of my life driving you mad, dear Dante,” I say against his neck. “That is a promise.”
“Please,” he moans and I swallow his pleas with my kisses, devouring his exclamations of need like they’re rewards.
When I suddenly drop his cock, the great Don Fera complains bitterly, cursing under his breath in Italian. But I don’t want him coming all over my hands, no , I want him inside me.
Burning for him, aching, I pull Dante’s face to mine. “Fuck me, Tesoro,” I whisper in his ear. “Fuck me as your wife.” It feels like a lifetime has passed since I first dreamt of saying those words.
“Oh, Dio mio,” is all Dante can muster as he hurriedly fights through my layers of dress to find my bare pussy, no underwear in sight. I enjoy the look of surprise on his face when he realizes my panties are gone.
“I’m ready, Don Fera. Give it to me quick and dirty,” I shamelessly demand in hurried breaths as my pulse quickens.
Dante pulls me closer to the edge of the counter, his cock finding my entrance without much effort, like the opposite ends of two magnets hurling toward one another.
He hesitates for an instant, peering deep into my eyes.
“Do it!” I demand, holding onto his neck as my Dante obeys, plunging into me like he’s about to split me apart.
“Oh, god!” It’s my turn to come undone, for words to fail me.
How can it feel so good? Fucking hell.
Dante entering me is like coming home, so perfect, so complete.
Fighting my dress to get closer to him, I kiss his neck, his chin, every inch of his face I can find as he thrusts into me, his pants around his ankle, like I’m a runaway bride. Could it be any more perfect? Any more us?
Dante steadies me with one hand on my hip as the other finds my clit, dragging his thumb over my sensitive bud in a move that sends my knees jerking like I don’t control them.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper in rapid breaths as Dante fucks me like he’s trying to shatter my whole world.
Oh god, I am so wet. He drives even deeper, deeper still.
“Harder!” I command. I want it all.
I’m drowning in his kisses when Dante suddenly falters beneath me, breathlessly trying to warn me of his imminent release.
“Do it!”
Dante holds his rhythm over my clit as he continues to fuck me on the bathroom counter, keeping a punishing pace until I scream his name, digging my nails into his back. I see stars as the shock of the orgasm rips through my body, burning my skin with its release.
Seconds later, my husband comes inside me for the first time as my legally-wed spouse.
He thrusts a few more times before going still, but he doesn’t pull out.
Despite my ragged breathing, I kiss him tenderly, holding him tight as our chests heave up and down together.
My husband. I can’t believe it’s finally real.
“I love you so much, Donna Fera,” Dante whispers, trapping my gaze in his, showering me in sincerity, intensity.
“I love you so much, my darling.” I kiss his forehead. “I want to be a good wife to you.”
Dante smiles, momentarily putting his head on my chest, listening to my heart. “I couldn’t have asked for better.”
We hold each other for a few minutes until our breath slows and the goosebumps fade.
“Shall we get out of these clothes?” I finally break the silence.
“Is it time?” Dante looks up at me, his eyes peaceful, content, but fired up.
“Phase two. Are you ready, baby?” I stroke a stray lock of hair from his brow affectionately.
Dante bites his lip, but nods. “Nervous,” he admits. “But I’m ready.”
“Everyone has read the Ts it’s somewhere between safe, home, and desire.
“Okay, I gotta pee,” I break up the perfect moment, and we both laugh. “Get my bag, won’t you?” I add as I sit down on one of the toilets without bothering to close the stall door.
My bag holds many wonders, including, but not limited to, a cock leash for Dante and a stunning black leather harness and lingerie combo for me.
Sheer to the point of see-through, only the tiniest triangle between my thighs is covered by the new outfit that slips on like it was made for my body, my nipples pink and hard behind the lacy black fabric.
Dante stares like he’s never seen my bare skin before as I admire myself in the full mirror near the door.
“You look incredible,” he rasps as I smile at our reflection.
Thank fuck rich people have mood lighting even in their bathrooms. I’m sure my ass would look lumpy under fluorescent lighting. But lighting is not on my list of concerns tonight—very few things are.
Even the ports have been pushed down to the back of my mind, the door locked for the night. Later.
If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s how to compartmentalize. With a family like mine, it was the only way to survive.
Fuck that. I want to think about my family even less than I want to think about the ports.
Instead, I focus on the present, on my beautifully naked husband leaning against the wall.
“Thanks, darling.” I grin. “You look ready to be used.”
Grabbing the other goodies from the bag, I fasten the leash around Dante’s balls, making sure it’s on tight, before tugging him towards me. “Come here, Sonja.”
Dante gasps, freezing beneath my grip.
Leaning in, I close my lips around his right nipple, enjoying how his body shivers, how his cock jumps when I take it in my hand. I don’t stop. I suck until he’s fully hard in my hand, until the outline of my lips is imprinted on his chest, a dark hickey marking his flesh.
“You are mine, Don Fera,” I whisper, tugging on the leash and drawing a heavy moan from Dante’s lips.
“Yes, Wife. Yours,” Dante answers obediently as he turns to admire his new mark in the mirror.
“So handsome when you’re being a good boy, aren’t you?” I smack his hard cock with my backhand, and Dante bends over, a deep growl echoing off the bathroom walls even as fresh pre-cum glistens on his tip.
To have and to hold, in pain and pleasure.
It’s time.