14. Dante
DANTE
D ante kneels naked on the bedroom floor, his pregnant belly hanging heavy between his thighs. A thick black collar circles his neck.
Marco clips a leash to it and tugs hard, forcing Dante’s head up. Cold metal nipple clamps bite into his leaking nipples. Sharp pain shoots through his sensitive chest with every breath. Milk beads around the clamps and drips down his swollen tits.
A steel cock cage locks tight around Dante’s aching cock. The bars press against his hard flesh, denying him any real friction. Inside his ass, a thick vibrating plug buzzes on low. The remote stays in Marco’s hand. Dante’s hole clenches around the toy, slick leaking steadily down his legs.
Fuck. I need more. This is torture .
Marco yanks the leash. “Look at yourself, my beautiful pregnant slut.”
He drags Dante in front of the full-length mirror. Dante stares at his ruined reflection. Heavy belly rounded with Marco’s child. Red marks already blooming on his hips. Clamps pinching his dark nipples. Cock trapped and leaking inside the cage. The leash hangs from his collar like a pet’s.
Marco stands behind him, fully dressed, powerful and calm. He clicks the remote. The plug jumps to high.
Dante gasps. Strong vibrations slam into his prostate. His knees shake. Slick gushes around the toy, dripping onto the floor.
“Such a needy omega,” Marco murmurs. “Even full of my heir, you drip like a bitch in heat.” He twists the nipple clamps tighter. Dante whimpers. Fresh milk squirts from around the metal teeth. Pain and pleasure twist together in his gut.
The remote buzzes again. The plug pulses in short, brutal bursts.
Dante’s caged cock strains against the bars, purple and desperate.
No relief. Just endless edging. Hours of this.
Marco had locked him up this morning, turning the toy on and off during calls, keeping Dante on the edge while he worked.
Dante’s thoughts fog. Please let me come. I’ll do anything .
Marco pulls the leash, forcing Dante closer to the mirror. “Watch yourself get ruined.”
He spins Dante around, bends him forward, hands braced on the glass. Dante’s pregnant belly presses against the cold mirror. His breath fogs the surface. Marco yanks the plug out with a wet pop. Empty ache hits Dante instantly.
Then Marco’s thick cock replaces it. One brutal thrust and he buries himself to the hilt. Dante moans loud. The stretch burns so good. Marco’s knot starts swelling fast.
“Eyes open,” Marco growls. He grips Dante’s jaw, forcing him to watch their reflection. “See how you take my cock. My perfect pregnant cumslut.”
Dante stares. His face looks wrecked. Tears streak his cheeks. Mouth open, drooling. Belly swaying with every savage thrust. Nipple clamps swing, pulling on his sore tits. The cock cage bounces uselessly between his legs.
Marco fucks him hard. Deep, punishing strokes that slam Dante’s hips forward into the mirror. The glass shakes. Dante’s cheek smashes against it. He cannot look away. Every brutal detail stares back at him.
“You were made for this ,” Marco says, voice dark with obsession. “Carrying my baby and still begging for my knot like a cheap whore.” He reaches around and flicks the nipple clamps. Dante cries out. Milk sprays onto the mirror.
The cock cage keeps him denied. Pleasure builds higher but never breaks. Marco’s hand slides down and taps the cage. “No coming until I say. This belongs to me.”
Dante sobs. The remote torture earlier left him raw. Now the real cock destroys him. Marco’s thrusts turn animalistic, knot catching at his rim. The stretch forces a broken sound from Dante’s throat.
“Filthy omega. Leaking milk and slick for your Alpha.” Marco slaps Dante’s ass hard. Red handprints bloom. He yanks the leash, arching Dante’s back. “Tell the mirror who owns you.”
“You… Alpha… I’m yours,” Dante chokes out. His voice cracks.
Marco laughs low. He forces Dante’s head lower so his pregnant belly rubs against the mirror with every thrust. The reflection shows everything.
The way Dante’s hole stretches obscenely around Marco’s thick cock.
The way slick and pre-cum drip down his thighs.
The way his caged dick twitches helplessly.
Marco reaches forward and pinches Dante’s trapped cockhead through the bars. Pain flares. Dante’s vision blurs. Still no release.
The knot swells bigger. Marco grinds it in, stretching Dante wider. The burn is vicious. Dante watches himself break in the mirror. Eyes glassy. Mouth slack. Body trembling and pregnant and owned.
“Come,” Marco finally commands, removing Dante’s cage.
The orgasm crashes through Dante like violence. His hole spasms around the knot. Cum spurts through his cock, dripping onto the floor. His body jerks hard. Another wave hits immediately after, forced and painful. Dante screams, watching every second in the mirror. Tears pour down his face.
Marco roars and knots him fully. Hot cum floods deep inside. Load after load. Dante’s belly feels even fuller. The knot locks them tight. Marco keeps grinding short, feral thrusts against the tie, forcing smaller aftershocks through Dante’s wrecked body.
Minutes later, the knot deflates. Marco pulls out slowly. Cum pours from Dante’s gaping hole. He removes the nipple clamps. Blood rushes back, stinging sharp. Dante whimpers.
Marco unclips the leash but leaves the collar. He lifts Dante gently into his arms, careful with the heavy belly. Marco carries him to the bathroom without a word.
He runs a warm bath and lowers Dante into the water. Steam rises around them. Marco strips and climbs in behind him, pulling Dante back against his chest. The water soothes the burning marks on Dante’s ass and hips.
Gentle fingers trace every bruise. Marco kisses Dante’s neck, right over the scarred mating bite. Soft lips press to his shoulder, then down his arm. He turns Dante’s head and kisses his mouth slowly, tenderly. No rush now.
“You took everything so well,” Marco whispers against Dante’s lips. His hands cup the pregnant belly under the water, rubbing soothing circles. “My strong omega.”
He reaches for the bottle of unscented lotion.
After draining the tub, Marco dries Dante with a soft towel, then lays him on the bed.
Cool lotion touches the red handprints on Dante’s ass.
Marco massages it in with careful strokes.
His lips follow, kissing every mark he left during the rough claiming.
Dante sighs, body floating. The gentle touches calm the raw edges. Marco kisses his swollen belly all over, lips brushing where the baby kicks. He kisses the sore nipples, licking away the last drops of milk with reverence.
“ Beautiful ,” Marco murmurs. He applies more lotion to the bruises on Dante’s hips, then to the chafed skin. His touch stays light and loving. “You are mine to break and mine to care for.”
Dante closes his eyes, safe in the aftercare. Marco’s alpha scent wraps around him like a blanket. The lotion cools the burning skin. Marco kisses his thighs, his knees, even his feet, then works back up. Every inch of Dante’s body receives soft lips and gentle hands.
Marco finally removes the cock cage. He kisses the freed, sensitive cock softly. Dante shivers. Marco pulls him into his lap, cradling him close. One hand strokes Dante’s back while the other rubs the lotion into the collar line on his neck.
“I love you,” Marco says quietly, lips brushing Dante’s temple. “Love you and our child.”
“I love you too, Alpha,” Dante says, leaning into the touches, still trembling from the long session, body marked and lotioned and held tenderly in Marco’s arms.