Chapter Ten
Sienna
For the next few days, Dante only comes to bring me food and then immediately leaves.
No talking. No sharing of stories. Maybe he feels like he revealed too much to me.
But hearing Dante’s story makes so much sense.
His own mother sold him to his ‘father’ to pay off debts.
That must have been traumatic. It’s no wonder he is the way he is.
Doesn’t forgive his actions though. But it does explain them and it makes me feel a little bit more fondness for him. Fondness that I really shouldn’t be feeling for my kidnapper.
Dante doesn’t touch me at all for days. On one hand, I’m grateful. My body needs to heal from what Edward did to me. But another part of me is desperate for more. Another orgasm. Another sex toy on my body. He’s woken something up inside of me and it can’t be closed now.
On the fourth day, after Dante brings my food and leaves, I feel like I’m going crazy. My body feels a lot better. I still have bruises everywhere and my ribs hurt a little whenever I breathe in too deeply but other than that, I’m feeling stronger.
Which means, my body is getting desperate and achy for contact. To be touched again.
I lay back in the bed and press my hand between my legs, hoping that this time, I can find the release I need. I rub and press against my nub again and again and again and… nothing. Just nothing.
I can’t find it.
But I’m not going to give up.
I roll onto my stomach and press my hips down into the mattress with my hand still between my legs. I don’t even care that I’m humping the bed. I just need something. Anything to make this ache go away.
“What are you doing?” Dante’s dark voice makes me stop.
I look at him over my shoulder. “I…”
“It looks like you’re trying to pleasure yourself. Are you doing that, Sienna?”
“I just need…” I sound so pathetic. So sad. I flip onto my back and remove my hand from between my legs.
“You need another orgasm, is that it? You need a vibrator or a dildo in you? Is that it?” His face contorts into anger. “I’m getting really annoyed that you prefer a sex toy to an actual real person’s touch.”
“But you’ve never touched me. So I have nothing to compare it to.”
“Then maybe I should touch you.”
“You promised you wouldn’t. You said you wouldn’t touch me until I was begging for you to.”
He stalks towards me, like a true predator. My body responds to his power. None of this make sense. Why am I like this?
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks, leaning over me. My naked body is on full display for him. Other than the evening gown, Dante hasn’t given me any clothes to wear. He took the evening gown back the next day after the party.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. So far, with him using the sex toys on me, it’s created a distance between us. But if he touches me, that distance will be gone.
“You need to know what it’s like to be touched by a real person. You need something to compare to, like you said.”
“Are you angry? You’re the one who’s used these toys on me. It was your decision.”
“I never thought you’d like it so much,” he growls. “But you love it and it…”
“It what?”
“It pisses me off. I want you to want my touch. Not some fucking toy.” He grabs my hips and I gasp. His touch is much more electric than a toy’s. It’s like a sensation of fire wraps itself all around my body.
“Dante,” I whisper.
“Say my name again.”
I lick my lips and his eyes dart right to them. “Dante.”
“Let me kiss your lips.”
What would it feel like to have Dante kiss me? I want to find out.
My head slowly nods.
But instead of kissing me on my mouth, Dante grabs my legs and parts them before placing his face on my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Kissing your lips. Your lips down here.” His eyes lock right with mine as he lowers his mouth between my legs. His tongue licks over my nub. The sensation is a lot lighter and less intense than the vibrator but its better.
I gasp and buck my hips into his mouth. I can’t believe I’m letting this happen and yet, I don’t want it to stop. I want to feel everything.
I was held back my entire life. Shy. Afraid to speak up. And now that Dante has awoken something inside of me, I can’t shut it down.
He licks my nub, knowing exactly what to do. Without my hair in the way, I can feel everything. Experience everything.
“Oh,” I moan as I rock my hips into his face. Dante presses his lips harder against my nub and folds. I feel much more on display than when he used the sex toys on me. That’s because this is Dante touching me. Truly touching me for the first time.
It’s electric. It’s like a live wire is floating all around my body. I need more, more, more.
Dante parts my legs wider and kisses me harder. It’s like he’s trying to consume every part of me. Claiming me.
I know I shouldn’t let this happen but it feels too good. Just let me get lost in the pleasure.
He lets out a low growl as he runs his tongue along my folds. He slips it down to my entrance and inserts it inside of me.
I gasp.
His tongue doesn’t fill me up the way the dildo did but it still feels good. Light and airy like I’m on a cloud of pleasure.
Dante keeps his eyes on mine as he thrusts his tongue in and out of me.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I cry out. For someone who was always shy, it feels good to use my voice. Dante encourages it. Dante wants it. Dante won’t judge me for it.
He brings his tongue back to my clit and flicks it. My hips rock into his face in a steady rhythm.
He reaches up and grabs my breast, squeezing it hard. I moan louder. The pain and pleasure he can show me. It’s addictive.
Dante lets my breast go and grabs my thighs so hard, I think they might bruise. That’s ok. It can join the rest of the bruises I still have on my body.
“Come for me,” he demands. He licks me from my entrance up to my clit. I can’t hold back my moan. “Come for me, Sienna.”
His command sends me over the edge. My orgasm rushes through me with an intensity I didn’t know was possible. Somehow, it’s more intense that than the orgasms I experienced from the sex toys.
I slump onto the bed, catching my breath. My ribs hurt but I push the pain away. I don’t want to feel any more pain.
Dante sits up and wipes my arousal from his chin. “Tell me. Was that better than the vibrator?”
“It was different. I liked both.”
He frowns. “I should never have introduced sex toys to you. I never knew you’d like them so much.”
“I liked what you did to me. It was just different from the vibrator. That’s all.”
His eyes sweep over my body before he gets up and turns his back to me. The instant coldness in the room shocks me after what we just did.
“You shouldn’t have liked it,” he says. “My mouth on your pussy. You shouldn’t have liked it.”
“I don’t understand.”
Before he gives me any answers, he storms out of the room.
And doesn’t lock the door.
After waiting to see if he’ll come back – and when he doesn’t – I finally get out of bed. My legs are shaky from the orgasm he gave me. I need more. My body is craving it.
Dante is a mystery I can’t make sense of. He wants to claim me and yet he wants nothing to do with me.
I open the door and look into the hallway. He’s not there. Why didn’t he lock me back inside?
I could try to escape and go see my mother but I don’t want to risk her safety. It’s better to stay here and figure Dante out while I wait to be rescued. Surely Gabriel and Matteo will come for me eventually. Luciana has to be fighting for me. She always has.
When I walk past a mirror in the hallway, I don’t even feel self-conscious at my naked body. I’ve gotten so used to being naked around here that it doesn’t even register anymore.
My feet lead me down another hallway. The one with the sex room. I’ll never be able to forget it.
Before I even know what I’m doing, I enter the room and look around.
All of Dante’s toys. All the ways he’s pleasured people.
Other women. A flare of jealousy hits me.
The image of Dante pleasuring women the way he’s done to me is not something I like.
But I shouldn’t care. Dante isn’t mine. He made that clear when he refused to marry me and make a peace deal.
My eyes fall on a chair in the corner. A large dildo is attached to it. Erect. Standing up. It’s not hard for me to figure out what that’s used for.
A tingle forms between my legs. I want to be full again. Feel complete again.
Without even stopping to think, I go over to the chair and straddle it before I lower myself onto the dildo. A loud moan escapes me as I’m filled up.
It just feels so good. I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of it.
I grind my hips onto the chair, riding it like a cowgirl. I don’t care how I look right now. I just want to feel. I just want another orgasm. Another release. More pleasure.
More, more, more.
This dildo is bigger than the ones Dante has used on me before. It takes my body time to adjust to it but once I do, I don’t stop moving. Rock, rock, rock. My hips thrust forward.
After Dante touched me with his mouth, it’s all I can think about. How good it felt to be touched – truly touched – by another person. This dildo doesn’t compare but I need to be filled. And Dante hasn’t taken my virginity yet.
That thought makes a flare of arousal hit me. I want Dante to take my body. All of my body. In every way possible.
What has he done to me?
I whimper and cry with tears streaming down my eyes as I experience the pleasure of the dildo inside of me. I need this but I shouldn’t want it. Shame fills me at the same time pleasure does.
Why am I like this? Why am I desperate for it? It’s all Dante’s fault. I hate him. Hate him. Hate him. Hate him.
Dante enters the room and stops with his eyes wide when he finds me riding the chair, the dildo inside of me.
“Why do I need this” I sob.
“Fuck,” Dante murmurs, sweeping his eyes over me. “Sienna.”
I grind my hips harder onto the dildo. My inner walls clamp down as a surge of pleasure hits me. “Please. Please.”
“Do you need a real cock in you? Is the dildo not enough?”