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I rode it harder, faster, rubbing my clit back and forth, and each time, I came closer and closer to orgasm. My entire being was focused on the sensations between my thighs, the pressure, the heat, the pleasure.
It was everything.
Finally, when I couldn’t stand it any longer, I cried out.
“That’s my good girl. Let me hear you scream my name,” he coaxed.
“Dante!”
“Yes, scream for me,” he urged.
My clit ground against his thigh and the friction sent sparks straight to my pussy. Soon enough, I was moments away from orgasm and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
“Dante!” I screamed again, and my entire world shattered into a million pieces. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I saw stars behind my eyelids. My core cinched tight like a spring and every muscle in my body tightened, but my hips didn’t stop bucking and I didn’t stop moaning and screaming.
I came so hard that my head spiraled right up into the clouds. It was an endless release.
I felt myself shattering.
I felt the orgasm tearing through me, consuming me, devouring me.
And when I finally came down, he was staring at me, his blue eyes burning with a primal, animalistic need.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, my dirty little whore,” he purred, and his praise made my heart swell as I slumped back down into the bed, my release still pumping through my veins with wild intensity.
“Dante,” I breathed.
“You should know something, though, little girl,” he continued, and my body stiffened as the intention in his words simmered through my veins.
“What’s that?” I asked hesitantly.
“You’re not done coming for me,” he said bluntly, and my breath seized in the back of my throat. I blinked up at him, a little uncertain.
“I’m…not?”
“No,” he answered. The way his eyes darkened made a shiver race down my spine. He sat back up, leaving me panting and breathless as his hands dropped to his belt.
“But I was a good girl!” I rasped, my voice hoarse from my screaming.
“The belt has other uses than marking your perfect little ass,” he murmured.
The perilous violence in his voice made my blood run hot.
The faint sound of the leather sliding through the loops of his pants filled the room. I watched, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension stirring within me. The belt slowly came free, the metal buckle making a soft clink as it hung loosely in his hand.
“Hands above your head,” he instructed.
Slowly, I obeyed, lifting my hands up. He grabbed both wrists and pulled them higher. Then he tied them together with the belt and threaded the leather through a bar of the bedframe before securing it around my wrists.
“Try to pull them free. Try as hard as you can or else I’m going to spank this pretty pink pussy instead of making it come all over my tongue,” he demanded.
I did as I was told, yanking my hands down with all my might, and they didn’t move an inch. I tried even harder, rolling my body this way and that until I exhausted myself and he chuckled softly.
His gaze leveled with mine as he leaned over me, and I swallowed hard.
Fuck.
Bound and helpless, there was no escaping for me. I was trapped and he was going to have his way with me whether I liked it or not.
