Chapter Ten

EMMA

The day passed in a blur. Emma just hoped she hadn’t screwed up too badly because she didn’t remember a damned thing she had done today. She was too obsessed with her dungeon appointment that evening with Dante.

Finally—finally—the clock showed nine p.m. and it was time for her to see Master Dante. She was wearing her Queen Mab outfit and, yes, she was still wearing the mask. Jana and Leo shook their head in disapproval when she presented herself outside Dante’s dungeon. Jana opened the door. Emma hesitated before entering. She knew she shouldn’t have worn the mask, but she couldn’t help her desire to hide behind it.

The door made a heavy clunk as it closed, and she heard a latch being drawn across the door. She was locked in here. Before she could wonder if she was alone, Dante emerged from the shadows, his eyes glinting in the dim light. He was clad head-to-toe in black leather, looking every inch the Dom she had been fantasizing about all day. Except, he seemed more intense, more dangerous than usual. His eyes were dark pools of desire, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body as he approached her.

“I am displeased,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Tell me why I shouldn’t send you away.”

Emma swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. But here in the dungeon, masked, it was easy to step away from her shyness. Sure, she was still hiding, but she felt enough bravery to stammer out, “I...I was afraid you wouldn’t want me if you saw who I really am.”

Dante stepped closer, his gaze raking over her body. Emma held her breath as she felt his warmth envelop her. “And who do you think you are?” he asked softly, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek.

Emma trembled under his touch, her body responding to his proximity. “I don’t even know anymore,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dante chuckled darkly. “That’s a start,” he purred, running his fingers through her hair.

With that, his lips crashed down on hers in a fierce kiss. Emma moaned softly as she felt his tongue dance against hers, tasting her mouth greedily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body aching for his touch.

Dante broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jawline to her neck. He nipped at her throat. “You need to be punished for your disobedience.”

Emma shivered at his words, her heart racing with excitement. “Please,” she whispered, arching her back toward him. “Punish me.”

Dante traced a finger along her collarbone before moving down to her breasts. Emma sucked in a sharp breath as he roughly massaged them, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Then, without warning, he ripped open the bodice of her costume.

“Oh!” she cried out.

He tsked when most of the stitches held. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a switch blade knife and clicked the blade open.

“What are you...”

“Silence,” he commanded.

Emma jumped back slightly. Dante grabbed ahold of the fabric and yanked her back. Then he carefully cut through the fabric of her costume, slowly carving it up until it lay in scraps at her feet.

“I made that myself,” she murmured, feeling a pang of regret at the destruction.

His only response was a low growl, his hands rough as they massaged her breasts, his fingers tugging and twisting her nipples until she gasped, a fresh wave of wetness flooding her core.

“You shouldn’t have worn the mask,” he rasped. “But I am pleased that you aren’t wearing any underwear. You’re here tonight for my pleasure. That is your one purpose. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Master,” he corrected.

Emma swallowed hard. “Master.”

“Don’t expect to come unless I allow it. And I’m not feeling very generous toward you right now.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“But you are very beautiful. I like having you naked.” He gripped her hair and yanked her to him, kissing her again. His mouth was hard on hers. Desire thrummed through her at his rough treatment. Her thighs were slick with arousal. He pulled her hair again as he sank his hot mouth to her nipple and sucked hard.

Her knees wobbled. “Oh.” She let out an involuntary moan.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mab?”

“Yes, sir.” Emma’s eyes felt unfocused and in the dim light of the dungeon, everything felt like a dream.

“Hmmm.” Dante smiled wickedly as he saw the effect he was having on her. “We’re going to play for a bit. Do you know what this is?” He showed her a bar with two cuffs attached.

She shook her head.

“It’s called a spreader bar. I’m going to attach it around your ankles and then bend you over this spanking bench. Can you guess what’s going to happen next?”

She nodded.

“No, you can’t.”

That didn’t sound ominous at all. He attached the spreader bar to her ankles, forcing her legs apart and leaving her completely exposed. Then, he pushed her over the bench and left her there for a moment while he retrieved some equipment from a nearby table.

When he returned, Emma couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and anticipation as she watched him approach. He knelt down beside her and attached what looked like clamps to her nipples. They were heavy and tight against her sensitive flesh.

“Oh.” She winced. They hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. It actually started to send pangs through her and she felt needy and restless.

“If you ask me to stop,” he said, his voice low and threatening, “I will. But I won’t remind you again.”

Emma shook her head, unable to speak. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more.

Without further warning, Dante began spanking her hard, five quick strikes that left her bottom stinging and made her cry out in pain mixed with pleasure. He continued to tease her nipples with the clamps, pulling on them gently at first, then harder.

“Dante,” she cried out.

“Master Dante,” he corrected.

“Master Dante,” she said shakily.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Emma said. “I want to come.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.”

Emma’s breath hitched as he spanked her five more times in quick succession, the pain sharp and surprising. But then, he spread her cheeks and licked at her pussy, his tongue teasing and tantalizing.

“Please.” She squirmed, her entire body shaking.

“I like how you taste. I like the noises you’re making,” he said, sucking on her wet folds and prodding with his tongue.

Emma felt herself spiraling higher and higher, her orgasm building inside her like a storm. But just as she was about to crest, Dante pulled away, leaving her panting and desperate.

“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice a low purr in her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She cried out as he denied her.

Dante spanked her again. Tears filled Emma’s eyes, but she gasped in pleasure, her body trembling with need. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was, how much she craved this treatment from Dante.

“Do you really want to come, Mab?”

“Yes,” she groaned. The weight on her nipples, the fire on her ass, and the throbbing wetness between her thighs were making her crazy.

“Earn the right to come.” Dante moved in front of her as she was bent over the spanking bench. He pushed his cock into her mouth.

Emma struggled to focus on pleasuring him, but then she felt a vibrator against her breasts. The sensation was almost too much as she eagerly gave him head. She jumped as she felt Dante squirt lube down her back to her butt crack. Her heart raced as he stroked the vibrator over her body, down her back until he got to her ass, rimming her with it.

She had never been so turned on in her life, as Dante pushed in and out of her mouth. His cock was a blur in front of her face as she tried to keep up with his pace. She could taste the heady mix of his pre-come and her own saliva as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each thrust. The vibrations from the toy near her ass made her clit throb even harder.

Emma’s eyes watered as Dante’s cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged, but he didn’t relent, instead fucking her mouth with rough, demanding strokes. The vibrations from the toy still teasing her ass and the stinging sensation from the spanking earlier were sending her into overdrive.

She could feel Dante’s release building, his thighs tensing as he gripped her hair tighter. “Swallow,” he growled, and she did, his salty essence flooding her mouth as he groaned in pleasure.

Dante slipped out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath. She felt on fire, her body thrumming with unspent desire. He reached for another vibrator and walked around behind her, leaving the other one resting between her butt cheeks.

“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse. He rubbed the second vibrator over her clit in slow circles, making her squirm. Just as she was about to tip over the edge, he plunged it inside her, filling her up.

She moaned, her eyes rolling back as he began to thrust it in and out of her. The other vibrator was still teasing her ass, and she couldn’t help but push back against it, wanting more.

Dante seemed to sense her need, and he added more pressure, the vibrations stronger now. Emma’s orgasm was about to send her into oblivion. But just as she was about to crest, Dante slapped her ass hard with a flogger.

She screamed. The sting mixed with the sensation of the vibrator inside her pushed her over the edge. She came around the vibrator, seeing stars as her orgasm shook her body. As she recovered, Dante uncuffed her from the spreader bar and turned off the vibrators, placing them on a nearby table.

Emma’s body felt like it was floating as Dante scooped her up and laid her down on the bed.

He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a condom. Emma watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he rolled it onto his thick cock. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” Dante’s voice was low and rough.

Emma could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she begged, her voice hoarse from crying out earlier.

Dante climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds, teasing her entrance. Emma whimpered, desperate for him to fill her up.

Finally, he thrust inside her, filling her to the hilt. Emma cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as he began to pump his hips. He thrust into her with force, filling her completely. His hips pounded against hers in a rhythm that matched their ragged breaths. Dante pulled out of her briefly before pushing back in, harder this time. She gasped as he hit a spot inside her that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he continued to take her roughly. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving long red lines as she struggled to hold on to him. Emma couldn’t remember a time when she had wanted someone this badly, and it was clear from the way he was taking her that Dante felt the same. He growled low in his throat, his hips snapping forward as he drove himself deeper into her. She could feel him getting closer, and she knew what was coming next.

He pounded into her, relentlessly, each thrust punctuated by her moans and his growls of pleasure. Emma’s orgasm built, coiling tighter and tighter in her depths. Dante’s grip on her hips bruised, but she welcomed the pain, craved it. She’d never felt more alive than in this moment, under his dominance.

“Come for me, Emma,” he ordered.

As if those words were the magic key to unlock her orgasm, Emma felt herself tip over the edge. She screamed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

But Dante wasn’t done with her yet. He pulled out and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Before she could even register what was happening, he thrust back inside her from behind. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. With each thrust, he nipped and sucked on her skin, leaving behind red marks that tingled with arousal.

Gripping her hips, he continued to fuck her hard, each stroke sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. Emma braced herself against the bed, gasping another orgasm built fast.

“Master,” she cried out. “I’m coming again.”

“Good.” Dante reached around and began to rub her clit. She came hard, her entire body trembling as Dante continued to pound inside her. Finally, he let out a roar, his cock buried deep inside her.

As Dante slipped out of her, Emma realized that she had never taken off her mask. She turned to look at him, her heart racing.

“I see you, Emma,” Dante said, his voice gentle.

Emma’s eyes widened.

His kisses were tender as he removed the clamps from her aching nipples, and Emma sighed in relief at the release of tension.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered against her ear, taking off the condom and tossing it into the trash.

Emma shook her head vigorously. “No,” she breathed out, “I want more.”

Dante smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. “That’s my good girl.”

She felt herself flush and preen under his approval.

Then she gasped as he licked her nipples. It sent another shockwave of desire coursing through her body. His fingers gently teased her clit, and she arched her back in response.

“How long have you known?” she finally managed to ask, her voice trembling with emotion.

He shrugged nonchalantly, his lips still attached to her breast. “From the moment I saw you in Club Inferno,” he murmured against her skin. And then he pushed her over the edge, his fingers circling her swollen clit as she came apart beneath him.

She had never felt so cherished, so desired, so wanted. And she knew that she would do anything to keep feeling this way, to keep pleasing Dante and submitting to his every command.

Afterward, Dante gently cleaned Emma’s sensitive skin with a warm cloth, his touch tender and soothing. He then cuddled with her under the covers in the dungeon’s bed, his strong arms encircling her as they lay skin to skin. Emma could feel the steady beat of his heart against her back, and she shivered with the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced.

Despite the warmth of the bed, Emma’s body still felt sore and on fire, as if every nerve ending was alight with a burning desire that only Dante could satisfy. She could still feel the weight of the nipple clamps on her breasts, even after Dante had removed them, and she knew that her body would bear the marks of his possession for days to come.

As they lay together in silence, Emma could feel Dante’s breath against her neck, hot and heavy with desire. She could sense the tension in his body, the barely contained need that threatened to consume them both.

“Emma,” he said. “Do you want to keep doing this? Or was this just a one-time experience for you?”

Her heart raced at the question. She knew what she wanted, what she had always wanted. But she was afraid to admit it, to put it into words. But this wasn’t the time to go back to being shy Emma. She had to tell him how she felt.

“I want you,” she said simply. “I want to be your submissive.”

Dante’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. “Then take off the mask,” he said, his voice commanding.

With shaking hands, Emma reached up and removed the mask. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but also liberated, as if she had been set free from a cage that had held her captive for far too long.

“There you are,” Dante said, his voice filled with relief and satisfaction. “You’re mine now, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed. “I’m yours.”