I feel myself getting wet.

“Now . . .” Dante says. “Get down on your hands and knees, and crawl over here.”

I don’t hesitate.

I drop to my knees and crawl across the carpet. My face burns with humiliation, but at the same time, I don’t give a fuck. I’ll do whatever he asks.

When I reach his feet, I look up at him.

Dante is unzipping his dress pants, pulling out his cock. It’s just as big as I remembered. It looks dark and swollen in this light. I can feel my mouth watering.

“Suck it,” he orders.

I take his cock in my mouth. The second I do, I taste the thin, salty fluid leaking from the tip, familiar and delicious to me. Saliva floods my mouth. I start sucking his cock ravenously.

I’m sucking his cock wildly, eagerly. I’m showing him how much I missed this cock, missed this body, and most of all missed him. I’m proving that I ached for him, longed for him, just as much as he did for me. Maybe even more.

I worship that cock. I use my hands, my lips, my tongue, my throat. It’s wet and messy and without any dignity at all. And I don’t give a fuck. All I care about is that it feels good for him. He can be my master and I’ll be his slave, if that’s what it takes to get him back again.

I can tell it’s working. Though he’s trying not to, Dante groans and thrusts his hand in my hair, pushing my head down harder on his cock. He rolls his hips, fucking the back of my throat, and I take his cock deeper than I ever have before.

But before I can finish him off, he stops me.

He stands up and pulls his leather belt free from his trouser loops. He loops one end around his hand and pulls it tight, making the leather snap like a whip.

I gulp.

“Put your hands on the bed and bend over,” he orders.

I put my palms flat on the mattress. Because I’m tall and still wearing heels, I have to bend all the way over.

I hear Dante moving behind me. I close my eyes, knowing what’s coming next.

The leather belt whistles through the air and comes down hard on my ass.

CRACK!

I jump and let out a yelp.

“Hold still,” Dante barks.

I try to hold still. I try not to flinch away from the next blow.

CRACK!

The belt hits my other ass cheek. I can’t help crying out again.

I know Dante isn’t hitting me nearly as hard as he could, but it fucking stings. I’m sure he’s raising welts on my bare ass.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

He keeps spanking me with the belt. I yelp every time, unable to bite it back.

Dante pauses for a moment. He reaches between my legs and feels my pussy with his fingers. I’m soaking wet—it started as soon as I took off my clothes, and it’s only gotten worse. Nothing he does makes it stop. I just keep getting wetter.

His fingers on my clit give me sweet relief, soothing the burning pain of my ass. But it only lasts a moment. I hear the whistle of leather, and the belt comes crashing down on my buttocks again.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

“Are you sorry now?” Dante growls.

“Yes!” I sob.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

“How about now?”

“Yes! I’m sorry!”

Dante grabs me by the hair and pulls me upright. He shoves me back down on my knees and wraps the belt around my neck. He uses the belt to pull my mouth back down on his cock, which is raging hard, jutting out from his body like solid steel.

He shoves his cock all the way to the back of my throat and holds me in place with the belt while he fucks my face. It’s rough and aggressive and I can’t breathe. But I don’t give a shit. The more Dante uses his superior size and strength on me, the more I love it. I love that he’s using me like this. I love that I can’t do anything about it.

He takes himself all the way to the edge again, but he doesn’t blow. Instead, he pulls me up on the bed and makes me suck his cock some more. I’m lying on my side while he thrusts in and out of my mouth from a kneeling position. I’ve never given oral for so long before. My jaw is aching. But at the same time, the feeling of the thick head of his cock banging against the back of my throat is oddly satisfying.

While he fucks my face, Dante reaches down and fingers me again. He rubs my clit and pushes his fingers inside of me. I grind against his hand, my pussy swollen and aching for more.

His fingers wet with my juices, Dante starts to press against my ass as well.

I stiffen up. I’ve never done anal before. Never even considered it.

“Keep sucking,” Dante orders.

I suck his cock, gripping the base with my hand, and working the head with my mouth.

Meanwhile, Dante slides his fingers in my pussy and ass.

At first, it’s uncomfortable and way too intense. But he goes slow, rubbing my clit at the same time, until I relax enough for him to finger me the way he wants.

“Are you going to do whatever I say?” he growls.

“Yes,” I moan around his cock.

“Are you going to let me fuck you any way I want?”

“Yes . . .”

I can’t refuse.

I can’t say no.

I need him.

Dante mounts me from behind. He puts the head of his cock up against the entrance of my pussy and he slams into me with one thrust. I cry out, louder than ever. He’s fucking huge. And I’ve been waiting so long for this . . .

He grips my hips between his massive hands, and he thrusts into me again and again, so hard that his hips slam against my ass. He’s fucking me like an animal, like a bull in heat, hard and rough and deep. I can’t get enough of it. I’ve been wanting him so badly for so long that nothing less than the most wild and aggressive sex could satisfy me.

He takes me in every position. He lifts me up and fucks me up against the wall. He bends me over the bed and fucks me while standing behind me. He makes me ride him in reverse, so he can watch my ass and back flexing. And then he makes me ride him the other way, with my tits bouncing in his face.

It goes on for hours.

I cum again and again. I cum from his fingers and tongue, and most of all from riding him.

The orgasms are intense and wrenching. They crash over me like waves, smashing me beneath their weight. And while I’m still recovering, still limp from pleasure, Dante flips me over and fucks me in a new position.

We’re both drenched in sweat. Our bodies slide against each other, slick and flushed. We don’t stop to drink water, or to rest. We’ll keep going until it kills us.

Finally, I’m done. I can’t take anymore.

Dante climbs on top of me. He fucks me hard, droplets of his sweat pattering down on my bare chest. I can tell he’s ready to let go, and finally cum himself. He fucks me harder and harder, building to his climax. Then he grabs the base of his cock and pulls out of me.

He throws his head back, tendons standing out on his neck and shoulders. His muscles are pumped and swollen from hours of exertion. Veins run down both arms, and down the back of the hand gripping his cock. He roars as the orgasm rips through him. Huge spurts of cum pour out of his cock, splashing down on my bare skin, heavy and hot. He paints my flesh with his cum, long ropes of it across my breasts and belly. It looks white and pearly against my skin.

Then he sits back on the bed, panting and flushed.