Do It For Me

OH, GOD

L ast night, Dante decided we’d had enough experimenting for one day, but I want to do it again.

This time, I want to feel him inside me. I want to make him feel good too.

While he went out to buy groceries for dinner, I watched one of the videos my father forced on me. The woman was on top of the man, allowing him to touch her. She seemed in control, and it felt... manageable.

I want to try that tonight. It feels like something I can handle, unlike the second video, where the man struck the woman, spat into her mouth, and pushed her into one orgasm after another. She didn’t seem to be against it—she even smiled. She acted like a brat intentionally, to get more torture.

But I need to take baby steps before I can even think about something like that. I hope Dante understands.

When I step out of the bathroom, wearing the same dress I had on last night, I don’t hesitate. I climb on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands find my waist, and a smirk tugs at his lips.

“Good night to you too,” he says.

I smile, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want to try something new tonight.”

He arches an eyebrow. “What do you need from me?”

“Don’t touch me until I say so.”

He raises his arms, gripping the headboard, and keeps his hands there. I lean down to kiss him, grinding against him. My hands travel down his neck, trailing lower and lower until I reach his erection.

I hesitate, intimidated by his size, especially when I pull down his trousers and his cock springs free between us.

He chuckles—probably at my expression. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to—”

I silence him by taking him into my mouth. A groan escapes his lips, and his grip on the headboard tightens.

I wrap my hand around him, moving in tandem with my mouth. I lick and suck as I’d seen in the video earlier. Dante squirms beneath me, and his reaction—his moans, the way his muscles tense—makes me feel both exhilarated and self-conscious.

I take him as deep as I can until I gag.

“Ragnetta, amore… If you keep doing that, I’ll come in your mouth,” he warns, his voice thick with lust.

My cheeks heat up. I don’t want this to end yet.

I straddle him, our sexes pressed together. When his hardness rubs against me, I gasp at the sensation. His eyes darken, locking on mine. Placing my hands on his chest, I move slowly.

“Is this okay?” I ask. I don’t feel as much as I’d hoped, but the woman in the video seemed to enjoy it, so I thought I would too. It doesn’t hurt like when that happened either.

“You need to put my cock in you, sweetheart.”

I stop and heat gathers at my face.

Oh, God. I have to do it? But it hurts so much. How can someone like that?

“Come here,”

I lean forward. He hasn’t let go of the headboard.

“Do you remember how you touched yourself? How much you liked it?”

I nod hesitantly.

“You’ll feel the same, and even better. Put your tits on my face. If that’s too much for you, then pull away. I won’t touch you until you ask me.”

“But you’ll suffocate.”

He chuckles, shaking his head with a funny smile.

I take off my dress and lean closer. I’m too nervous, but I need to trust him. His hips rise slightly, and his tip presses against my entrance.

“That’s where you need to drop,” he whispers, his voice laced with restrained desire.

I swallow hard. “Will it hurt?”

“Maybe. At the beginning.”

I bite my lip. He gently lifts his hips as I lower myself over him, but the angle is wrong, and he slips against the wrong place.

“It doesn’t fit.”

“It does. How about I hold it to help?”

I nod. His hand moves between us, positioning himself at my entrance. When the tip presses the spot, I slide over him, closing my eyes as a sharp sting shoots through me.

Dante pulls his hand away and lets me set the pace.

“It… hurts,” I whisper.

“That’s because you’re not used to it,” he says in a husky voice.

When I take him fully, I pause, opening my eyes. Dante’s lips are parted, and he’s staring at me as if I were something worth worshipping. He looks even more amazed than the guy in the video.

“Is this okay now?” I ask in a whisper.

“It’s perfect, sweetheart. Now move, or I’ll do it for you.”

Something about the way he speaks—maybe the confidence in his words—makes my stomach tighten.

I slowly lift myself, gritting my teeth as the friction causes a stinging sensation.

“Place your hands on my chest.”

“Like this?” I ask as I comply, feeling the hard muscles beneath my palms while I grind against him.

His grip on the headboard tightens, his breathing growing faster and ragged. “Yes, sweetheart. Just like that.”

This is nothing like what they did to me. It’s different—safer—but I’m afraid I don’t like it as much as I thought I would.

I need more.

I need his hands on me, his lips pressing against mine, trailing down my neck, brushing over my breasts.

I need him everywhere.

I need to feel him, to know that he is in charge. Not them. Never them.

“Touch me,” I pant.

“Are you—”

“Please... I need you to do this. Not me.”

His hands fly to my waist, firm and possessive. He sits up, his body pressing tightly against mine, his face against my breasts. Before I can think, his mouth finds one of my nipples, his teeth grazing it gently as he moves beneath me.

A gasp escapes my lips, and my back arches instinctively. His hand slides lower, gripping my arse as he thrusts into me, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.

This feels so good.

“Dante…”

“You’re doing great, amore .”

Oh, God.

“Tell me… Tell me how to please you.”

His eyes sparkle with lust and something else—something I don’t quite understand. He leans back. His hands settle on my hips, guiding me to move up and down over him.

“Put your tits on my face and let me show you how to move.”

Heat floods my cheeks. He’s inside me, yet it’s the words he says that make me blush the most. He smiles, and I believe that he’s thinking the same thing.

“I don’t—I think—”

“Do it, or I’ll make you.”

That tingling sensation returns.

“Make me,” I whisper.

His eyes narrow.

“We’ll need a safe word, sweetheart, in case something is too much for you.”

“What do you mean by—”

He thrusts harder into me, taking my breath away

“Pick a word, and if it’s too much, you say it,” he says, spreading my bottom as he starts to move again. “If you say ‘no,’ I won’t listen. If you say ‘stop,’ I’ll do it harder. But if you say your safe word, I’ll stop everything and make sure you’re okay.”

His slow movements make it impossible to think straight.

“Can it be any word?”

His hands move to my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples sharply. When I instinctively try to pull away, he holds me firmly, squeezing just hard enough to sting. A gasp escapes me, but I realise I don’t want him to stop.

So, this is what he means?

“Any word,” he replies.

“Blood.”

He tugs on my nipples until our chests are pressed together, his dark eyes locked on mine with a wicked grin.

“If it’s too much for you to handle, say it. I’ll do the same. So, if you think I can’t take something from you, just wait until you hear me.”

I swallow hard. “What if I don’t hear you?”

“Then it’s because I’ll love everything you do to me,” he replies, his tone low and possessive.

His hand moves to grip the nape of my neck, tilting my head back slightly.

“I’m serious, amore . Whenever it’s too much, say ‘blood.’ And if, for any reason, I don’t stop, scream.

Don’t hold back just because you think I’ll like it. ”

“But I want to make you feel good.”

His smile softens, though the intensity in his eyes remains. “You want to know what would make me feel good?”

I nod.

“Getting orgasms from that tight little pussy of yours,” he growls. “Now, ride me until you come for me.”

I don’t even have time to open my mouth before his tongue pushes inside. I gasp as he kisses me with raw hunger, still buried deep inside me.

“Move,” he commands.

I do. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it feels so good—really good.

“Put your tits on my face, sweetheart.”

As I move up and down his erection, I lean forward.

His hands grip both of my breasts, and when he sucks on my nipples, the sensation makes me lose control.

I scream as my release rushes through me, soaking us both.

My walls clench tightly around his girth, but I can’t stop moving, desperate for the friction against my clit.

“You said… you’d do it harder if I said stop,” I pant, my voice shaking with pleasure.

“Yes.”

“Then please… stop.”

I feel his smile against my chest as he presses a kiss to my skin. His hands grip my waist, locking me in place. Without warning, he starts thrusting into me, so hard and fast I can’t even process what he’s doing.

I grab the headboard to steady myself. His mouth finds my nipple again, sucking so hard that I shatter once more. A scream rips from my throat as waves of pleasure crash through me.

“Sei mia, ragnetta.”

I melt. “Dante—I’m—”

“Will you let me fill you up?” he grunts.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“You like how my cock feels inside you?”

“Yes… Yes! Oh, God.”

His hand slides to my throat, and when he squeezes, it tips me over the edge. I explode around him, screaming his name as his grip anchors me in place. My breasts bounce against his face with each deep thrust.

He finishes inside me, and we both stay in the same position, catching our breath.

I feel so full of him—and yet it’s not enough.

I want more.

I want all of him. I want to remember his touch every time I touch myself.

I want his every word carved into my memory; his essence imprinted on my soul.

I want him to take everything, until nothing of me remains untouched by him.

I want him to own my past, my present… and for us to share our future. Together.

He will get me my freedom, and even when I’m free, I’ll choose him.

I roll to my side of the bed, feeling the emptiness creeping in, as if a piece of me is now missing.

“Where are you going?” he asks, smiling.

I giggle when he pulls me back on top of him, our bare bodies pressing together.

“I thought you’d leave,” I admit.

“Why would I leave?”

I shrug, biting my lip. “I don’t know… no one else stayed.”

His brow furrows, concern darkening his features. My cheeks burn as I realise I’ve said too much.

I shouldn’t have let that slip. He won’t want me if he knows how filthy I am.

“You’re our whore, girl. No one else’s”.

“You’re such a dirty little thing. Look at you, so wet for us”

“Are you going to cum too, beautiful? Do you like this?”

No.

His hands grope my bottom, squeezing me tightly before delivering a sharp spank.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Please, stop.

“Go on, baby. Cum. Do it for me.”

No! I was fine. I was with him!

“Lana, amore .”

I lock eyes with him. Those piercing blue eyes watch me intently, his brows knitted together.

I can’t breathe.

I leap out of bed, my legs carrying me to the bathroom as panic takes hold. I slam the door shut and lock it, ignoring Dante’s attempts to open it.

“Lana!” His voice is muffled through the door, but I can’t answer.

My hand flies to my chest, pressing against my heart. It’s hammering wildly, as if I’ve just run a marathon.

My lungs seize. I can’t—

“Open up for us.”

They all cum at the same time. One on my mouth, one on my face, one on my…

Please. Please. Please. Please.

Someone make it stop. I’m begging…

“Your father was right. You are delicious”

What did he do?

“Look at that. She’s so full of us.”

I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to feel them.

I said too much. I was out of line. He’ll know something’s wrong. He’ll figure out how many of them used me.

My father must have told him the story he made up—the one where I ended up selling my body for drugs.

To everyone else, I’m just a junkie with nothing but a pretty face and a filthy past to offer. Just a girl who learned to survive by selling herself.

Some men like them that way— whores , as my father would say. Experienced.

But I’m none of that.

I’m shattered, broken from the inside out.

“Sweetheart, please, open the door.”

I press my forehead against the cool wood. My body disgust me. As if I’m made of dirt. I touch my thighs and I feel his cum spilling off me. He didn’t hurt me, why do I feel disgusting? Why does this hurt? I don’t want to see him. I don’t want him near me.

But I need him.

What am I supposed to do when my heart and body ache for him, but my mind screams at me to stop falling?

I don’t want him to see the filth in me. I want him to see me as I truly am—a person, a soul... not a whore.

But he won’t. Not if he knows the truth.

He won’t understand how I ended up feeling things when they did something I didn’t want. He won’t understand.

I’m not ready to see the disappointment in his eyes. Not now. Not ever.

He’s the only one who looks at me with something different—something I don’t want to lose.

He’s the only one who has stayed through my episodes. I don’t want him to leave. Not when he realises how sick I really am.

I shouldn’t crave the things he does to me. It’s not ladylike. Men are supposed to have their way with me. Whatever they want is supposed to be what I want—whether I like it or not.

That’s the rule I’ve always known. The rule I’ve lived by.

But he gave me a choice.

And no one has ever given me a choice before.

“You have no idea how bad I want to touch you,” Daddy whispers against my ear, pressing something against my bottom. “This is for the best, püppchen.”

Tears stream down my face. He told me to remain silent so I wouldn’t wake Mum. She’s so tired because of my little sister.

This is for the best.

“Do you like this?” he asks softly in my ear as his hand moves to my chest. “If you’re asleep, nod.”

I do. He laughs.

I love when Daddy laughs. He’s so pretty like that, but I don’t like it when he does this to me.

“This is our little secret, okay? Mummy won’t find out. Nor will your brothers or your sister.”

I nod again.

I don’t want to hide things from Mummy, but this is the only time Daddy doesn’t hit me.

Is this his way of showing me love?

Why am I remembering this now?

Why is all of this ruining my life?

Why is everything coming back all at once? I was happy. I was fine. I was with Dante.

He can’t know what they did to me. He can’t know what Dad did to me. He can’t know.

I have to forget it. I have to forget everything. I have to push those memories away, like I always do.

Please let it work this time. Please, please, please.

I don’t want any more.

Please, leave me alone.