7. Chapter Seven #2
They all look at me without saying a word. I hold my breath, praying that everything will be all right. It has to be.
Dante returns a moment later with a dildo in his hand. It’s a little bit larger than the one he used on me before.
“Sienna,” he says, sitting down in his seat. He motions to his lap. I hesitate. I know what he’s going to do to me. He’s going to place the dildo inside of me again.
I swallow hard because I want it. I’m desperate to feel it again. But to do it in front of these people?
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
“Don’t you want to come again?”
“Look at her,” Jack says. “Pressing her legs together. I think she does want to come again.”
Dante chuckles. “So, come to me, Sienna. Sit on my lap.”
With shaky legs, I get up and practically fall onto Dante’s lap from how unstable I feel.
He catches me and turns me around so my back is to his chest. I suck in a breath when he grabs my legs and places my feet on his thighs.
He never gave me shoes to wear. Dante slowly presses the dress around my hips until I’m fully exposed. I was never given any underwear.
“Spread your legs for them,” he whispers into my ear. I can’t deny the flare of arousal that hits me. There’s something so taboo and wrong about all of this and yet… I still want it. Is there something fundamentally wrong with me?
Is it trauma that’s making me this way? Is it the loss of my dad? I’m still mourning him every day.
I’m not sure the reason and right now, I don’t want to dive into my psyche. I just want to experience the pleasure I know Dante can show me.
He places the dildo against my nub and begins rubbing it around. I gasp and find my hips arching into it. The soft material of the dildo feels amazing on my body. Much better than my own hand.
But would Dante’s touch be even better? That’s a thought I’m not ready to confront yet.
“Her cunt is beautiful,” Tommaso compliments.
Guilia rolls her eyes. “You think all cunts are beautiful but I have to say, she does have a particularly pretty one.”
“How does that make you feel?” Dante asks into my ear. “To be told you have a pretty pussy?”
“Good,” I admit. “Scary.”
“Why scary?” He keeps tapping the dildo against my clit, distracting me. My hips roll upwards, seeking more friction. I need more and more and he’s denying me that. Dante is playing with my body. Not taking it.
“I’m on display. It’s all scary.”
“Mmm. I imagine it would be.” Tap, tap, tap. The dildo keeps touching my clit without truly touching me. It’s excruciating.
I let out a whimper of frustration.
“I think she wants more,” Edward says with a laugh.
“Jealous?” Dante asks. “That I get to do this to her and none of you can?”
“I would love to eat her pussy,” Guilia says with a pout. “It’s a shame you won’t let me.”
“None of you get to touch her. Sienna is for me and me alone.” Dante’s possessive words send a thrill through my body.
“Not even a little taste?” Edward asks. The thought of him touching my body makes my nose scrunch.
Dante’s laugh fills the room. “I don’t think she likes the thought of you touching her, Edward.”
He frowns and doesn’t comment but his mood instantly shifts, turning much more dark and cold.
My eyes flick over to Jack again.
“Do you like what you see?” Dante whispers into my ear. “I saw you sneaking glances at him all evening?”
“No,” I whisper with a blush.
“So you don’t want him to touch you like I’m doing?”
“No.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“No,” I repeat.
“She sounds like a robot,” Edward mutters.
Jack pats Edward on the back. “Just because you’re in a bad mood now doesn’t mean you should bring it down with the rest of us.”
“Just fuck her with it already,” Tommaso begs, a desperation in his voice.
Dante stops tapping my clit with the dildo and I cry out. I need more. “Are you ready, Sienna? Beg for me.”
“Please,” I whimper. I turn my head to the side so our eyes lock and it’s like we’re the only two in the room.
That’s when Dante inserts the dildo into me. Since this one is larger, it hurts a little more but my body quickly adjusts and then I only feel pleasure. He thrusts the dildo in and out of me slowly. Achingly slowly like he’s teasing me.
“Do you want this to be my real cock someday?”
I gasp when he pushes it in deeper. My legs open wider, seeking more. The pleasure is too intense. I feel like I’m going to die from it all. “Oh,” is all I can say.
“Do you want it to be Jack’s?” There’s a hardness to his tone that makes me gasp. He thrusts the dildo in faster now. My hips buck into it. I’m sure I look like a mad woman. I’m sure I look just as crazy as Dante.
“Why?” I ask. “Why ask me that?”
“Because I saw you looking at him. I’m not sure you deserve another orgasm.”
“Please,” I moan. “Please.” My head drops back onto Dante’s shoulder. I only look at him. I only have eyes for him.
“You’re my bad girl. Looking at other men when you should only be looking at me.
” Dante thrusts the dildo in and twists it.
I gasp when I can feel the toy touching every part of me deep inside.
The pleasure is consuming my brain. Slowly killing me and yet, making me be reborn with every second of it.
“Oh,” I gasp.
“Fuck,” someone murmurs but I can’t make out who. I only see Dante. Only Dante. Only Dante. Dante. Dante.
Dante…
As soon as I think his name, my orgasm hits me in a sudden rush of pleasure. My hips buck like crazy against the dildo. Dante slowly thrusts it in and out of me until he pulls it all the way out.
Like before, there’s a tiny bit of blood on it.