Chapter 29: He Gave Me My First Orgasm
Gia’s POV
Dante’s voice was rough and dark.
The memory of his hand striking me in his office flared hot, sending heat to places I couldn’t stop.
Fear and desire mixed inside me, and before I even realized it, I nodded.
He leaned in close, forcing my chin up until my eyes locked with his.
“I’d hate to mark the tender skin I just caressed… but I will if you lie to me again. Are we clear?”
I swallowed hard, nodding.
“Pretty doll,” he pressed, tone low and commanding. “Use your words.
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“Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “This morning… I had my first kiss with you.”
His mouth curved into a smirk. His fingers trailed lower, his eyes dragging over my chest until my nipples tightened under his feathery touch.
Tiny shocks raced through me as he brushed his fingers across the swell of my breasts, teasing down until he grazed a nipple. I gasped at the jolt that tore through me.
“How about here?”
His smile turned cocky as his hand traveled lower, sliding down my abdomen until they slipped between my thighs. His fingers found my heat, and I trembled.
“And here?”
A soft moan slipped from my lips as his thumb pressed firmly against my clit. My eyes fluttered shut, then fought to open again, my body slipping away in waves of sensation.
His hand slipped into my hair, gripping with just the right force, pulling my head back, forcing my gaze to his.
“Answer, pretty doll.”
I was breathing heavily now, chest rising and falling as though I couldn’t draw enough air. His fingers didn’t move, just pressed harder against my clit, holding me at the edge.
My insides screamed for him to stroke, to push me the way he had in his office, but he denied me, keeping me trapped in need.
The words caught in my throat. I struggled, my body straining against his control, before finally whispering, “It’s … just you.”
“I take it… I gave you your first orgasm?”
My mouth went dry. I never had. I never even thought about it, never had a reason, never felt these strange, restless, aching needs until I met him.
“N–never,” I admitted, my voice strained, shaky.
“I take it,” he said with cruel satisfaction, “I gave you your first orgasm.
“I… un…” I stammered, my voice breaking apart, my face burning. My thighs trembled as I squeezed them shut,
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trying to stop the ache, but all it did was trap his hand deeper between them, intensifying the pressure until it was unbearable.
“Spread your legs for me.”
My breath hitched, but slowly, I obeyed, opening myself again. Not just because he commanded it, but because some dark, shameless part of me wanted him to see me.
“You haven’t answered me,” he pressed.
“Yes,” I breathed, so quietly I barely recognized my own voice.
His touch became light as air, feathery strokes gliding across my slit, as though he were savoring proof of what he already knew. Just enough to make me shiver, not enough to satisfy.
His lips brushed my ear, his voice smooth as dark silk. “You’re dripping wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”
Shame heated my cheeks. I wanted to shrink from his words, to hide from the embarrassment that he knew exactly how much I wanted him. But I couldn’t pull away. Need drowned out everything else, and instead I shamelessly pressed my core deeper into his hand, chasing more.
He smirked, then withdrew, leaving me trembling and empty. “That’s enough questions for today. Your lesson will start soon.”
My eyes widened in shock, my body screaming for the return of his fingers. My chest heaved with restless need and anger. I knew exactly what he was doing, intentionally tormenting me, pulling away just to make me beg.
But then my mind caught on a single word.
“Lessons on what?”
His grin was merciless. “On the act of fucking. You’re clearly inexperienced, and I need my woman versed in the knowledge of sex.”
Anger coursed through me, burning away every trace of desire. He was mocking me, mocking my naivety as if it made me lesser.
My voice snapped, furious. “I can do just fine without your lessons. And if you think I’m so inexperienced, then let me go. Take your pick from your pool of experienced women. I’m sure one of your eager women would be glad to please you.”
His eyes flashed, his voice a growl. “Not a chance in hell. I’m not letting you go.”
Frustration tore through me, and in a rush of anger I shoved at his chest, trying to push past him. He caught me easily, holding me in place with a grip that told me I wasn’t getting past him.
“Your inexperience doesn’t make me think less of you,” his voice was unexpectedly tender, almost caring. “If anything, it fascinates me. These lessons aren’t to mock you. They’re to teach you, about your body and mine. About how we both receive… and give pleasure.”
A hollow sound left my lips. “Oh.”
The word tasted bitter. I was upset at him for belittling me, angrier at myself for letting his words twist into insecurity. Worse still, I hated that I needed his validation. Why was I giving him this kind of power? Why was I even questioning if I was enough?
I forced my chin up. “If that is all, I need to go and change.”
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I tried to push past him, forcing my body forward, but his hand caught me, holding me in place with ease.
“You’ll sleep beside me tonight. Naked.”
The retort hovered on my tongue, but I swallowed it back. What was the point? Fighting him now would only give him more satisfaction.
So I turned away, climbed into the bed, and lay down alone. I pulled the duvet over my body, covering myself, though my heart was still racing.
I heard the slide of fabric against skin, him undressing. Then the rush of water from the shower. Footsteps across the floor. The closet door opening. Then silence.
God, why was I waiting for him? I squeezed my eyes shut, willing sleep to take me, but it refused.
The mattress dipped suddenly, the weight shifting beside me.
I almost turned, tempted to glance over my shoulder, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. If he saw the desperation in my eyes, he’d use it against me. So I stayed still, lids pressed shut, pretending to sleep.
But no matter how tightly I curled beneath the sheets, nothing eased the maddening throb in my core, a feeling I hadn’t known until this morning.
And I couldn’t stop wondering… was he naked too?
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
