Chapter 69: My Needy Mistress
Dante’s POV
My hand moved again, caressing the sting on her ass, rubbing and soothing, tracing the heat I’d just left there.” Better?” I murmured, my voice low, teasing, tasting the sound of her moan before it fully escaped
She tilted into my touch, pressing herself against me. “Yes.”
I leaned into her, my body heavy against hers. “Fuck…” I groaned, feeling the slick smoothness of her skin beneath my fingers. “I should keep spanking you like this…. until you can’t sit for days.”
But I couldn’t stop. My hand slid between her legs, brushing her wetness, and I couldn’t hold back the groan that tore from me. My cock throbbed violently, aching against the confines of my pants as I felt her heat, felt her wanting me in ways that made me dizzy.
“Enjoying the lesson you fought so hard against?” I taunted, my lips brushing her ear.
She whimpered, a sound dripping with need.
I groaned against her, my voice low and ragged. “How about now…”
I circled her entrance, feeling how soaked she was. The wet heat of her, the way she trembled under my touch, the scent of her, the slick warmth, it was intoxicating.
I couldn’t stop myself. I slid two fingers inside, slow, torturing strokes that made her cry out, each shiver winding me tighter around her.
gasp
and
Her voice caught, trembling and ragged, each whimper sending fire straight through me. I slid my fingers down, tracing her slit until I found her swollen clit, stroking her insistently, cruelly, watching her body vibrate under me.
“Oh… yes… it… feels… so good…” she gasped, pressing into me, craving, needy. I had to pull back, my restraint screaming.
I pulled back slowly, groaning. God… if I let myself go now, I’d lose it. I’d take her right here, right against the tree.
Her virginity would be mine before she even had time to think, but not like this. Not against a damn tree.
Instead, I smacked her ass hard, feeling her tremble under my hand. One hand stayed on her clit, circling faster, as my other drove my fingers deeper, stretching her open.
“More… more…” She began riding herself against me, desperate, writhing like she couldn’t survive without it.
I groaned deep, rough, full of hunger, my hands working her, my fingers plunging, circling, teasing, driving her toward the edge of madness, and I loved every second of it.
“Dante… I’m…” Her words caught in her throat, raw and ragged, and I could feel her about to fall off the edge. I loved watching her lose control, watching her body betray her as she gasped and moaned, her voice breaking, calling out my name.
I held her there, keeping control, denying her the release she wanted, letting her ache just as I ached, feeding the passion between us. She winced when I finally pulled away leaving her wanting, frustrated, desperate.
Before she could fully catch her breath, I spun her around to face me.
Her eyes were wild, her face a mix of pleasure, confusion, and frustration. She was shameless and raw, utterly undone, and I drank it all in. Her gaze burned into mine, asking for something she didn’t even have words for yet.
“My needy… mistress… so wet…” I taunted as my hands wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
“Pretty doll… you were grinding against my fingers like you couldn’t get enough.”
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I parted her lips with my fingers, leaning closer. “I can’t help but wonder what would happen when it’s my cock splitting your tight pussy open…”
Her eyes flashed with rage. She bit down hard on my thumb and I groaned, caught off guard. She used the sting of her bite to shove me away, her defiance clear and electric.
I snapped. “Where the hell are you storming off to? Have you forgotten you’re fucking naked?”
She spun halfway as she kept walking, fury blazing in her eyes. “You didn’t care moments ago, when you had me butt naked against that tree, with your fingers stuck inside me!” she shot back, her voice shaking. “Why should I care when they’ve all seen you spanking my ass out here? I have no dignity left to protect!
Her voice echoed through the trees, not with shame, but something darker. Thrill. Fire. She was brazen, wild, unashamed, and it made my burn for her even more.
“Stop right there,” I warned, my voice rough. She didn’t listen. I took a step forward, anger and desire mixing tight in my chest. “If you don’t stop exactly where you are, Gianna, I swear to God…”
She spun around, chest heaving, eyes blazing. “What?” she snapped. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly grown a conscience!”
That did it. I strode toward her in three hard steps, every nerve in my body on fire. “You just don’t know when to stop,” I muttered, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her against my chest. She gasped, hands flattening against me, defiance flashing in her eyes.
“Oh, Gianna,” I said through clenched teeth, my face inches from hers. “You are one infuriating woman.” Her lips parted, ready to retort, but then my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Reluctantly, I let her go and checked the screen. A message from Bruno, urgent, about a meeting.
I hissed through my teeth, shoving the phone back into my pocket. “You’re lucky I have somewhere to be.”
Rage still burned through me as I stripped off my coat and threw it over her bare shoulders. She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, and the sight made me want to take her back to that tree and fuck her into submission.
I leaned closer, my voice a warning. “Do that one more time,” I challenged. “I dare you.”
Her bravado broke. “I’m… sorry,” she whispered.
I tilted my head. “What was that?”
She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry for… challenging you.”
A grunt escaped me, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction. Before she could change her mind, I scooped her up and threw her over my shoulder, ignoring her startled gasp as I strode back toward the house.
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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.
