Chapter Twenty

EMMA

The dimly lit dungeon of Club Inferno embraced Emma like a lover’s arms, shielding her from the world outside. Kneeling on the soft floor, naked and vulnerable, she wore Dante’s collar with pride. The leather cuffs connecting her wrists to her ankles made her feel secure, a physical manifestation of the emotional bond she shared with him. The past few weeks had been tumultuous, filled with confusion and pain, but here in Dante’s dungeon, she found solace.

“Clear your mind, Emma,” Dante commanded, his voice a low growl. “Focus only on what you’re about to feel.”

Her heart raced as he blindfolded her with a silk scarf, plunging her into darkness. The anticipation heightened her senses, the air cool against her skin, the scent of leather and candle wax filling her nostrils. She felt Dante’s warmth as he moved closer, and then the delicate pressure of the lubed vibrator gliding between her legs.

He pressed the vibrator against her sensitive folds. It hummed to life, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Circling it teasingly around her clit, Dante inserted it into her wet pussy. A small gasp escaped her lips as he slowly pushed it deeper. Her hips instinctively moved in tandem with the vibrations, seeking more.

As her arousal swelled, she embraced the sensations fully, allowing them to wash over her like a tidal wave. The dungeon faded from her awareness, leaving only Dante and the pulsating heat within her.

Each breath she took was laced with desire, each movement punctuated by longing. And through it all, she knew Dante was there—guiding her, protecting her, cherishing her. In his presence, she was free to explore the depths of her submission, to discover the woman she truly was beneath the layers of restraint and expectation.

Emma’s breath hitched as the vibrator inside her pulsed and hummed, sending shivers up her spine. The blindfold heightened her senses, and each touch from Dante felt like an electric current igniting her skin. She had never been so aware of her own body, every nerve ending alive with desire.

“Moan for me,” Dante commanded.

Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping her throat. In that instant, Dante filled her mouth with his cock, his hand gripping the back of her head. She gasped around him as he began to guide her movements, setting the rhythm she was to follow. He pushed deeper with each thrust, forcing her to take him further into her throat.

“Good girl,” Dante praised. “Suck me.”

His words sent her into overdrive, and Emma eagerly complied, focusing on the way he filled her mouth and the vibrations between her legs. The combination of sensations was intoxicating, driving away all thoughts other than the pleasure they were sharing.

The dungeon and the world outside ceased to exist. Emma’s reality narrowed to the taste of Dante on her tongue, the weight of his collar around her neck, and the steady thrum of the vibrator within her. This was where she belonged, completely surrendered to him and the sensations he evoked.

Dante’s hand slid into Emma’s hair, gripping tightly as he pulled her head back, forcing her to take him deeper into her throat. His cock filled her mouth, the taste of him mixed with the sweet tang of her own arousal. She moaned around him, her mind clearing with each thrust of his hips, driving away every worry and emotion other than passion. This was her safe place, where she existed solely for pleasure.

Emma closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being completely controlled by Dante. The buzzing between her legs only heightened the intensity of their connection. As he pumped his cock in and out of her throat, she felt the tip brush against the back of her throat.

“That’s it, my beautiful queen,” Dante murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Take all of me.”

His words echoed in her head, reminding her of who she was when she was with him. A submissive, desired, cherished. It was a role she had never thought she would want or could handle, but with Dante, it felt natural, right.

As she sucked and licked, embracing the thickness of Dante in her mouth, she reveled in the knowledge that she was his to command. Each pull of her hair, each forceful push of his hips, served as a reminder of his authority over her. And she willingly gave herself over to it, eager to please him.

A shiver of anticipation wracked Emma’s body as Dante tensed. When he came, she swallowed eagerly. Her chest heaved for air, her throat raw, as he slipped out of her mouth.

“Good girl,” Dante murmured, his voice rough with gratification.

The next sensation she felt was the soft bristles of a brush press against her breasts. Dante’s first pass was like a ghost’s touch. Her nipples tightened. The second brush was more abrasive, with a rasp of pressure that centered her thoughts to the sensation. The next pass was rougher, the jolt of pain catching her off guard, drawing a cry from her lips. But as soon as the sensation arrived, it was replaced by pleasure when Dante lowered his head and began to suck on her nipples, his tongue working its magic over the sensitive peaks.

“Sir, may I come?” Emma pleaded, the vibrator inside her pussy driving her toward the edge of her control. Her desire for release consumed her, yet she knew better than to take that step without his permission.

“Not yet, my queen,” Dante replied, all authority and dark promise. He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, tugging them gently, as he rolled her nipples around with his tongue. The combination of his skilled ministrations and the relentless vibrations within her threatened to undo her, but she clung to her submission, trusting in Dante to guide her.

Her need for release grew unbearable under Dante’s masterful touch. She longed to cry out, to beg for the climax she so desperately craved, but she held her tongue. She knew that when the moment was right, Dante would grant her the release she sought, and it would be all the more exquisite for the wait.

Emma’s breath hitched, her body trembling on the edge of release, Dante’s tongue flicking and tugging at her nipples in perfect harmony with the sweet vibrations emanating from within her. She felt precariously close to shattering, the sensations almost too much to bear.

“Please, Dante,” she panted, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m so close.”

“Well, I can fix that” came his low, sultry response as he removed the vibrator from her quivering pussy. The sudden absence left her feeling bereft, a desperate cry escaping her lips.

Dante offered no reprieve, pushing her down onto the mat until her cheek pressed against its cool surface, her ass raised invitingly into the air. The vulnerability of her position only heightened her arousal, every nerve ending in her body alive with anticipation.

A slick sound met Emma’s ears as Dante coated a smaller vibrator with lube, the sensation of the cold liquid dripping down her crack making her squirm. His fingers deftly circled her puckered butthole, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. With slow, deliberate pushes, he eased the vibrator inside her, eliciting a deep moan from Emma’s throat as she reveled in the sensation of being filled once more.

Each buzz sent shockwaves through her heightened arousal, blurring the line between pleasure and pain as her body begged for release.

“Is this what you want, Emma?” Dante murmured, his words a caress against her heated skin. “To be filled, pleasured, and pushed to your limits?”

Her response was immediate, an affirmation of desire that reached beyond the physical. “Yes, sir. Please.”

Dante’s fingers trailed down her back, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Then, leather tendrils teased her skin like a lover’s caress. She felt the air shift as he swung the flogger. She tensed for impact.

A loud smack reverberated through the room, echoing off the walls and sending vibrations through her body. She gasped, arching her back and pushing her ass further into the air. He struck her again, this time on the other cheek, and Emma cried out, lost in the feeling.

With each crack against her tender flesh, her mind began to reel, spinning as the line between pain and pleasure blurred into one exquisite experience. Her ass stung where the flogger had landed, but Emma welcomed the pain. It was a reminder that she was alive, that she was capable of feeling something beyond the numbness that had consumed her for so long. As Dante continued to strike her, Emma closed her eyes, surrendering to the demands coursing through her body.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and she barely registered the moment when Dante uncuffed her hands and ankles. With gentle ease, he lifted her to her feet, steadying her as her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.

“Trust me, Emma. I’ve got you,” he murmured, his breath warm against her earlobe. He removed the blindfold and she blinked up at his familiar and beloved face. She couldn’t believe this dangerous and handsome man was hers.

Emma sighed as the smaller vibrator was removed. Though the buzzing had ceased, phantom pulses seemed to echo through her body, leaving her trembling with desire. She was shocked when Dante clipped a leash onto her collar and gave it a gentle tug.

“We’re going for a walk, Queen Mab,” Dante informed her, leading her toward the door.

The dim lighting of the club outside the dungeon cast flickering shadows around Emma, her nakedness exposed and vulnerable as they stood in the doorway. Her breath hitched at the realization of what was about to transpire; she could feel the heat radiating from her reddened ass and the lingering sting on her breasts from Dante’s ministrations.

“Remember, you can safe word out anytime,” Dante said.

Would he think less of me if I did? The thought crossed her mind, a fleeting insecurity that threatened to overtake her desire to please him.

But then, as if a veil had been lifted, Emma remembered all that she had accomplished to get to this point. She had faced down Kiki’s taunts and emerged stronger than ever. She had accepted the offer to teach at the kindergarten, venturing into a new chapter of her life with determination.

“Thank you, sir” was all she said. With every step forward, she felt the weight of her past insecurities falling away.

Moving out of the dungeon, Emma felt a surge of courage and pride wash over her. As they walked through the club, Leo and Jana appeared from around a corner, falling into step behind them. The married couple were also Dante’s subs, but Emma knew their relationship was different from hers and Dante’s. Their bond was platonic, lacking the intensely sexual and romantic connection that she and Dante shared. It comforted her knowing that their arrangement remained exclusive in that regard.

The sound of laughter and light chatter grew louder as they approached an open area. Emma’s heart raced, her body tense with anticipation. She had been so focused on her submission and growth that she hadn’t considered facing an audience of fellow kinksters.

Dante led her up onto a small stage, illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. With every step, Emma tried to work through her embarrassment, reminding herself of the strength and confidence she had cultivated throughout her journey with Dante.

Glancing around at the faces in the crowd, she realized that they were all smiling, their eyes filled with warmth and genuine happiness. There was no ridicule or judgment, only support and understanding. The realization filled her with a sense of belonging, as though she had found her place among these kindred spirits.

“Welcome, everyone,” Dante addressed the crowd, his voice commanding yet gentle. “Tonight, we celebrate not only our shared passions, but also the incredible journey of my queen, Mab.”

With her heart thudding in her chest, Emma stood on the stage beside Dante, feeling the heat of his presence and the weight of the kinksters’ gazes. Her breath hitched when his hand reached for a large velvet box, anticipation and curiosity flooding through her veins.

“Club Inferno,” he announced, his voice reverberating throughout the room, “I am crowning my love, my heart, and the woman I hope to be my wife.” The words sent a shockwave through Emma’s body, her mind struggling to process the enormity of his sentiment.

Opening the box, Dante revealed an intricate tiara, its delicate silverwork glistening under the soft light. As he placed it upon her head, she felt the weight of not just the crown, but the depth of their connection.

“I present to you, fellow members of Club Inferno, Queen Mab.” The club erupted in applause, and shouts of “Welcome Queen Mab” filled the air. She could feel the warmth of their acceptance, as if they were all embracing her with open arms.

Dante’s lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, one that spoke volumes about the intensity of his desire and the bond they shared. His fingers traveled down her body until he reached between her legs. She spread them obediently for him, and while his mouth devoured hers, he fingered her clit with expert strokes. She gasped into his kisses, rubbing herself on his fingers. The crowd faded away until all she felt was his touch bringing her to the edge again. The world around her seemed to blur as she focused on the sensations running through her body. Her breathing grew heavier, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Emma yanked back from the kiss, panting heavily. Dante’s fingers were still inside her, stroking her clit in a rhythm that had her on the edge of release.

“P-please, sir. May I come?” she whispered.

“Ask it louder.” He didn’t stop tickling her clit and she squirmed.

“Please, sir,” she yelled. “May I come?”

“Well?” Dante asked the crowd.

There were a few nos and Emma whipped her head around. But then the yeses outweighed them.

Dante lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked while his fingers drove her to oblivion. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She went up on tiptoes and crested into an orgasm that shook her from head to toe.

Her orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave, and she cried out as she came, her release echoing through the club. The applause from the audience was thunderous and she started to shake.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. He scooped her up into his strong arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her back toward the safety and intimacy of his dungeon.

People congratulated them and clapped Dante on the back as he strode by them.

“I love you,” Emma murmured, her eyes locked with his, conveying the depths of her feelings. “And I would be proud to be your wife.”

Emma knew that she couldn’t have asked for a better partner, both in BDSM and in life. Smiling up at him, her heart was filled with gratitude for this man who had taken her on a journey she never could have imagined.