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On instinct, I pressed my thighs together, almost as if that could make the pain better, but it didn’t help in the slightest. Dante’s arms swept around my waist as he lifted me clean off the floor. I felt so small in his grasp as he carried me to the bed. In seconds, he had laid me out on top of it, my body sinking into the mattress as I took a shaky breath.
My mind was still reeling, still trying to make sense of what was happening. He climbed on top of me and pressed his lips to my skin, his tongue swirling around my nipple. With one knee, he spread my legs for him, and my pussy clenched tightly.
I arched up into his kiss, pressing my erect bud into his mouth as swirling tendrils of pleasure raced straight down to my core. I whimpered softly, instantly overwhelmed and he moved onto the other nipple before I could draw in a breath.
He sucked my poor sensitive buds hard, nipping the flesh between his teeth, his fingers tweaking and twisting. I groaned, feeling his teeth on my sensitive skin, and the slight edge of pain only seemed to heighten the pleasure.
He squeezed his teeth harder and I keened, the tender ache quickly blooming into something that much fiercer. Then he pulled back, scraping the edges of his teeth across my erect nipple until it popped out and the pain amplified enough to make me yelp.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he said darkly.
“Good,” I snarled, surprising even myself.
To that, he growled, and the sound was so visceral that it rolled down my spine like a cool drop of water. I gasped, shuddering with need as my pussy throbbed against his thigh. Without meaning to, my hips bucked against him, inadvertently rubbing my clit on the fabric of his slacks.
“Naughty girl… Are you trying to come for me?” he said, raising a single eyebrow as he pressed his thigh even more firmly against my pussy.
I whimpered.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to the shell of my ear.
“Answer me,” he commanded, and my pussy clenched hard. I opened my mouth to answer and my hips rolled again, and I blushed.
“Yes,” I finally confessed.
His smile was pure sin, and it did shameful things to my insides that I didn’t care to admit to.
I was panting now, my heart beating wildly. I sucked in a breath, trying to calm myself, but it only made the heat spiral in my core that much more intensely. I tried to keep still and cursed myself when my hips bucked once again.
“Now, ride my thigh like the filthy little whore you are. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll even decide to reward you with my tongue,” he purred.
A shuddering breath escaped my lips, and my heart sputtered, his words lighting a fire in the pit of my stomach. I was torn between the urge to tell him off and the desire to throw my legs over his shoulders and beg him to take me right then and there. In the end, my desire won out.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I rolled my body and scraped my clit against the hard expanse of his thigh. I sucked in a breath and whimpered softly.
“That’s not nearly slutty enough, my sweet girl. You’re riding me like you need a lashing with my belt instead of my tongue,” he threatened, and I shivered so hard with desire that I bucked that much harder.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. I want to see you break apart beneath me. I want to see the look on your face as you come,” he demanded.
My clit rubbed harder against his leg and a moan tore from the back of my throat before I could even think to stop it. Quickly, I tried to bite it back, but it was useless.
By the smirk on his face, he’d already heard it.
His gaze burned into mine, and a thrill raced down my spine. I knew what I must look like, completely naked, my thighs spread wide and rubbing against his leg like a dirty little whore. My face burned red hot, but it only made the desire between my thighs pulse that much hotter.
“Give it to me, Ellie,” he warned.
I gasped when his fingers gripped my breast, taking my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and then he pinched it hard. He didn’t stop there either. The pain lanced across my breast, and I arched clean off the bed as he twisted it harder.
A strangled cry slipped free from my lips and his grin widened, his enjoyment of my pain more than obvious.
“Ride. My. Thigh. Ellie,” he demanded, his voice dark and dangerous and far too fucking tempting.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
I did.
I rode his thigh like my life depended on it.
