Chapter 114: I want you to tell me your deepest, darkest fantasy
Gianna’s POV
My breath hitched. “What?”
“Do you dream of me touching you?” His hands moved lower, trailing down my stomach, his fingers splaying possessively over my skin. “Like this?”
No, I could not admit that. Could not give him that power. “No.”
He chuckled darkly against my neck, the sound making me clench inside. “Liar.”
“Ummm. Yes.” The admission tore out of me.
“Did you like it when I tied you up?” He drawled. “When I used the vibrators to punish you? When I made you come over and over until you were sobbing?”
Heat flooded my face at the memory. My core tightened, a wetness that had nothing to do with the shower pooling between my thighs. I remembered being bound, helpless, at his mercy while pleasure tore through me again and again. “No.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “No.”
He pinched lightly, rolling my nipple between his fingers until I whimpered.
“Say it right.”
“Yes,” I breathed. The truth spilled out, warm and humiliating. “Yes. I liked it.”
He kissed up my back, slow and possessive.
“Good girl.”
“Do you want me to do it again?” His palm moved to my lower stomach, pressing gently, guiding my arch so my ass fit fully against the heat of his erection. Water slid around us, hot and slick.
“Tie you to my bed? Make you beg?”
“No,” I lied again, even as my hips pushed back into him.
“Liar,” he drawled, his voice full of dark amusement. “Your body tells me the truth even when your mouth does not.”
“Your daughter would not…” I could barely form words, my mind foggy with need. “Would not think of this.”
“This is for me,” he said against my ear, his voice dropping into that commanding tone that made me melt. “I want to learn all your pleasure points. How you like to be touched. Where you like to be kissed. I want to know how to touch you until your body begs for more.”
Dante’s hand cupped my ass, kneading slowly and shaping me to fit against him. He tilted my hips, guiding me with deliberate pressure until my body pressed fully into his. His cock slid along the curve of my ass again, hotter and harder than before, and this time he let out a sound caught between a groan and a growl. The vibration of it traveled straight up my spine.
He urged me to move, and I did. Eagerly.
My hips rolled back into him in a slow, hungry glide, pleasure shooting through me so intensely I forgot how to breathe. The sensation was intoxicating, his size, his heat, the way he moved against me like he could not stop himself.
“I want you to tell me your deepest, darkest fantasy,” he murmured, his voice heavy with need. He watched the way I reacted, the way my breath caught, the way my thighs trembled with every stroke of his cock against me.
Heat flooded through me. My core clenched with a need so intense it was almost painful. I could not think or breathe. My nipples were hard points pressing against the cold glass, the contrast making them ache. Every inch of my skin was alive, aware of everywhere he touched and everywhere he did not.
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I was giving in too easily, letting him see how much control he wielded. I should push him away. Should tell him to stop. But my body had other ideas, melting into him and craving more.
“Yes,” I finally answered, the word barely audible, surrendering to what we both knew I wanted.
He rewarded it instantly.
“Yes what?” he prompted, his hand sliding between my thighs.
“Yes to everything. I want you to touch me.”
“Where?” His fingers slid down slowly, so slowly, parting me. “Here?”
His hand slid between my thighs from behind, fingers tracing the slick seam of my slit. The sensation was electric and immediate. My hips jerked, seeking friction, seeking his hand like I had no control left.
A low, appreciative sound escaped him.
“You are soaked.” His fingers slid again, slower this time, gathering everything he felt. “And we both know this is not from the shower, is it?”
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to hold back the truth this time. My body betrayed me with every tremor. I needed more. I needed
him.
“You are doing great, pretty doll. Now tell me what you want.”
My body answered before my mouth did. I pressed back into him, arching my ass against the heavy length of his cock. The movement dragged another groan from his throat, deeper this time, raw with desire.
His fingers hovered just at the edge of my most sensitive spot, teasing, not quite giving what I needed. The ache built unbearably, making me tremble as though I might break.
His lips nuzzled my neck, placing hot, open–mouthed kisses there. “Use your words.”
I gasped, heat and desperation consuming me. “Please, Dante, touch my clit.”
A growl, deep and arrogant, rolled from him. “Pretty doll, how can I deny you when you beg like that?”
Finally, his fingers stroked my most sensitive spot in agonizingly slow circles that built the pleasure but never quite gave me enough. Waves of sensation burst through me and I wanted more, needed more.
Breathless and pushing past my pride, I gasped, “More.”
He tilted his head, his eyes dark and intense. “More of what?”
“Touch me faster, Dante, please.” My words were raw and exposed
He rewarded me by stroking faster, his other hand rising to play with my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “Like this?”
“Yes.” My palms pressed harder against the glass, fogging it with my breath.
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he said against my neck, his voice rough. “I want to hear more of it.”
His fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance, dipping in just slightly before withdrawing. Wetness seeped out of me, coating his fingers. The emptiness was torture.
He leaned in closer, then grasped my jaw lightly and turned my face toward his. “I want you to look into my eyes as you tell me exactly what you need.”
My gaze met his, dark and smoldering, impossible to look away from. My body trembled, every nerve on fire.
“It feels so good,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I want your fingers inside me.”
A smirk curved his lips. His eyes locked on mine, intense and possessive. “Is that what you want, doll?”
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He did not let me turn away. His fingers slid inside me with skilled thrusts, slow at first, teasing, then deeper. My world exploded into stars.
“Oh God.” My head tilted back, my mouth parted, my eyes wide with the pleasure crashing through me.
My face reflected everything I felt, overwhelmed, trembling, caught in the fire of his touch.
My breath came in ragged gasps as he pumped his fingers inside me, never letting me forget the intensity of what he was doing.
His thumb found my most sensitive spot and circled it in time with his thrusts.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. His fingers filled me, stretching me, his thumb working that bundle of nerves, his other hand still playing with my breast. Too much and not enough all at once.
“You feel so good,” he whispered into my ear. “So tight around my fingers. I can feel you getting wetter, feel you clenching. You want to come, do you not?”
“Yes,” I moaned, beyond shame. My hips moved with him now, riding his hand, chasing the pleasure building inside me.
“Then come for me,” he commanded. His fingers moved faster and harder, his thumb pressing down with more pressure. “Let me feel it.”
He drew tight circles on my nipple with his other hand, pinching and rolling it. The pleasure built, coiling tighter and tighter inside me, spreading through my whole body like fire.
“Dante.” His name tore out of me, wild, like the only word I knew.
“That is right. Say my name. I want it etched in your memory.”
His fingers drove deeper, faster, hitting that perfect spot over and over while his thumb worked magic on my most sensitive flesh. The combination was devastating.
He pressed down hard on that bundle of nerves and I shattered. My body convulsed as pleasure washed over me in overwhelming waves. My fingers gripped the glass desperately, leaving marks in the condensation as I came apart in his arms.
The orgasm tore through me, so intense my knees buckled and only his arm around my waist kept me upright.
“That is my girl.” He worked me through it, his fingers gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until I was shaking and boneless in his arms.
I could not speak or think. I could only feel the aftershocks rolling through me as he slowly withdrew his fingers.
And I knew, in that moment of blissful surrender, that I had lost the battle against my feelings for this man completely.
I came back to myself slowly, boneless and trembling. The water had gone lukewarm, but I barely noticed.
When my legs could hold me again,
I turned in his arms. Dante’s eyes were dark with hunger, his cock fully hard now, pressing insistently against my stomach.
I felt a surge of feminine power seeing what I did to him, this dangerous, feared man undone by wanting me.
“My turn,” I said, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.
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