Chapter Four

DANTE

Halloween. The Devil’s Night. The air was heavy with lust and anticipation. Club Inferno had been transformed into a scene out of a gothic horror story. Black and crimson silk draped from the walls, casting eerie shadows on the faces of the ornate statues that loomed over the guests. The scent of incense and leather filled the air, mingling with the sultry beats of music. This was a night of decadence and desire, where fantasies were brought to life under the watchful gaze of masked revelers.

Dante had grown cynical of these parties over the years. He knew all too well the type of people who would attend, playing at dominance and submission without any true understanding or commitment to the lifestyle. It was an exhausting charade, one he had little patience for, but it was also a part of Club Inferno’s allure. Tonight, like every other night, he would play his role and guide those seeking a taste of the darker side.

For his costume, Dante had allowed his longtime subs, Jana and Leo, to dress him. They had been with him for five years. They were a married couple who lived to serve him when they were in Club Inferno. He enjoyed that they let him do whatever he wanted with them and that they were willing to explore other kinks where they could watch and share each other with whomever Dante ordered.

Tonight he allowed them to choose his outfit. It was a great honor, if a little over-the-top. They styled him as a vampire. Leo was a costume designer outside of Club Inferno, so Dante found himself encased in form-fitting black leather pants and a matching vest. The leather hugged his body like a second skin, emphasizing every curve and sinew.

A heavy silver chain hung around his neck. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes were lined with kohl to enhance their piercing intensity. Jana was a makeup artist. He drew the line at the colored contacts and the realistic fangs.

“I don’t want to be rubbing my eyes all night and no one is going to take me seriously in the dungeon if I’m lisping around my teeth.”

“As you wish, Master,” Jana said, bowing her head.

He could tell she was disappointed, so he ordered her to dress Leo up as a vampire with full-body paint and makeup. That would keep them busy for a while and allow him to concentrate on any newcomers.

“Nice cape,” Colleen said, gliding by with Chance on a gilded leash. He wore a leather mask and walked two steps behind her with his eyes downcast. Colleen was dressed up as a succubus with a red bustier that was somehow defying gravity.

“Another Halloween.” Dante shrugged, his voice dripping with boredom. And because they were alone he allowed himself to bitch slightly. “Looking forward to the parade of would-be subs, each trying to outdo the other with their provocative costumes and flirtations.”

“I’m sure you can handle it.”

“I never said I couldn’t,” he said icily. It was all so predictable, and yet he couldn’t deny the thrill that came from exerting his dominance over those who craved it.

“Who knows, you might even get the surprise of your life tonight?” Colleen continued on.

“Doubt it,” Dante said.

As he stepped out of the doorway of his private room and into the throng of partygoers, Dante tried to get into the mood. This was his domain, his kingdom of darkness and desire. Tonight, like every other night, he would rule over it with a firm hand and an unyielding gaze. But deep within him, a spark of curiosity flickered—wondering if perhaps, among the sea of masked faces, there might be someone truly worthy of his attention.

Dante weaved his way through the crowd, his senses heightened by the pulsating beats of the music and the intoxicating scent of lust that permeated the air. He surveyed the sea of costumed bodies, their writhing forms barely contained by the constraints of their provocative attire. As his eyes scanned the room, a figure caught his attention—a vision in green and silver, her mask concealing her face, but not her allure.

“Who is that pretty little thing?” he murmured to himself. The woman was dressed as a fairy, her gossamer wings shimmering under the club’s dim lights. He stalked closer and when she turned, he nearly swallowed his tongue.

Despite the mask she wore, Dante recognized her instantly. What the actual fuck was Emma doing down here? He watched her across the crowded club, trying and failing to keep his eyes from wandering over her body. The frothy dress she wore left little to the imagination, the fabric clinging to her lush curves. His gaze instinctively dropped to the swell of her cleavage, exposed so tantalizingly by the low neckline.

She shivered when he stood toe-to-toe with her. Good. She should be worried. What if another Dom had caught sight of her first?

“Hello,” Emma said, her voice carefully disguised as she dropped into a deep curtsey. “I am Mab, Queen of the Fairies.”

His mouth twisted in amusement. “Is that so?”

So she wanted to play. A thrill ran through him at the realization that Emma wanted to keep her identity hidden. A part of him knew it was dangerous territory, but he could control himself long enough to show her some of the dangers and the pleasures of the dungeon.

The thought of Joey flashed through his mind, a much-needed dousing of cold reality. His oldest friend, the man who had looked out for him during some of his darkest times. Could Dante really betray that bond over some carnal impulses?

No, he valued Joey’s trust and friendship far too much to ever jeopardize them like that. Even if Emma was the most tempting source of temptation he’d ever encountered.

Get a grip, you sick bastard. This is Joey’s little sister.

But those thoughts did nothing to deter the molten wave of desire pooling in his gut. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, leaving so maddeningly little to the imagination. As she bent over the display table, adjusting something, his stare zeroed in on the tantalizing swell of her cleavage peeking from the dress’s plunging neckline.

Fuck, he could so easily picture himself crowding up behind her right now. Pinning her against that table with his hips grinding shamelessly against that lush, perfect ass. Hiking up that tight skirt and claiming her hard and fast from behind. The mental image made his slacks feel impossibly constricting. Dante shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust the sudden tightness.

“I’m Master Dante. Tell me, Mab,” he said, leaning in closer, “what brings you to Club Inferno?”

It pleased him that she didn’t shy away from him.

“Curiosity,” she said, her voice husky. “I’ve always been drawn to this world, but I’ve never had the courage to explore it...until now.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place,” Dante assured her, his hand brushing against hers. “I can show you everything you’ve ever dreamed of—and more. But first, I need to know your limits, your desires. What do you want to get out of this experience?”

No. He closed his eyes, trying to regain control over his starved libido. This was his best friend’s baby sister, for Christ’s sake.

Emma hesitated for a moment before replying. “I want to be dominated,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with what he assumed was a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. “I want to feel the power and control that only someone like you can provide.”

He had not been prepared for that answer. Dante felt as if he’d been put through the wringer. Every muscle in his body was taut with the effort of restraint, a wrestling match with his own baser desires. He was painfully hard. It was her innocence that truly captivated him. The thought of dominating her, of awakening her submissive desires, was too enticing to resist. He needed to get her running out of here before he did something they both regretted. He needed to scare some sense into her.

“What are your kinks?”

“I’m not sure,” she said.

Her shyness made him feel like a moth to a flame. She was going to kill him with the way she bit her lip.

“Let’s try a test,” he said. “You can say no at any time and I’ll stop. You need to be honest with yourself and with me. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“‘Yes, Master,’” he corrected, the snap in his voice causing her to take a step back.

“Y-yes, Master,” she whispered.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned. Dante saw that her nipples tightened beneath the thin costume she wore. “How do you feel about exhibitionism?” he asked.

“I want to keep my mask on,” she said hurriedly.

“What about your clothes?”

“My clothes?” she squeaked.

He had her now. She would surely run back up to Couture where it was safe. “Take off your bodice. I want everyone here to see your lovely breasts.”

Emma paused for a moment, her eyes wide. He allowed himself a smile. He would escort her out personally and give her a chiding lecture not to return. She held her breath and with shaky fingers, she unzipped her shirt and shrugged out of it, letting her wings fall to the ground as well.

Her breasts were high and firm and his mouth watered just looking at them. Now, she was just dressed in a gauzy skirt and high heeled boots. Her eyes were downcast and her entire body was flushed with embarrassment.

“Good girl,” he breathed.

Her eyes met his in surprised delight. “Thank you, sir.”

Fuck. What the hell was he going to do now? Dante couldn’t help but wonder if this was the first step toward something more—or if it would be the beginning of the end for them both. Only time would tell, but one thing was certain: the night was young, and the darkness had never felt more electrifying.

He offered her his arm. “Walk around the room with me. As I said, I want everyone seeing how beautiful you are.”

She swallowed hard, and nervously clung to his arm as they walked around the party. He glared down anyone who looked too long or appeared they would approach her.

“I’m proud of you,” he said. “You please me.”

“I do?” Her smile was watery, but proud.

“You do, my brave, beautiful Queen Mab.”

Emma let out a shaky breath.

Dante had to keep pushing her so she would call a stop to this before things got out of control, before he got out of control. When they reached the part of the dungeon where everyone was welcome to join in with physical acts, he paused.

“Do you want to join the orgy?” he asked.

She shook her head fast and backed up into him. Felt his erection and gasped. He gripped her hips and held her there. The soft curves of her ass were almost his undoing. If she had been his established sub, he would have bent her over one of the chairs and taken her hard.

But she was so new and so green.

“Okay, so you don’t wish to be fucked.”

“Only by you,” she said.

Dante rested his forehead against the back of her head. There was no way he was going to let her go now. Not after that. But he had to try to scare her off one last time.

“Is that right, my pretty Queen Mab?” he said, allowing her to feel the hard length of him. “Let’s explore one more kink before I take you back to my dungeon playground. How do you feel about being watched?”

“Being watched?” she asked. For all her not wanting to join the orgy, she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off the writhing mass of flesh in front of them.

“Being watched as I bring you to orgasm.”

“Now?” she said. He could practically feel her heart pounding.

“Yes,” he whispered in her ear, and then closed his mouth over her earlobe and sucked gently.

“Yes, Master. Please.”

Dante closed his eyes. There was no turning back now. Still, he had to be sure she was aware of what she was getting into.

“Ask me again,” he commanded. “Be specific, so I don’t have any doubt what you want from me.”

“Master Dante, make me come in front of all these people.”

He gave a dark chuckle against her neck. “If I do that, will you come back to the dungeon with me and let me play with you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, that’s a very good girl.” He nibbled on her long neck, and reached around to cup her breasts.

Emma gasped.

“You’re a little chilly. Let me warm you up.” He massaged her luscious breasts. She felt like heaven in his hands. Emma leaned back against him, her head lolling against his shoulder. “Are you watching the people fucking?” Dante asked harshly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Is it turning you on?”

“Yes, sir.”

He moved on to her nipples, rolling them and tugging. Emma shifted against him, driving him crazy when she rubbed her ass against him.

“What do you like the most?”

“I like watching her give him a blow job while she gets taken from behind.”

“Would you like to be her?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I only want to be yours.”

Dante stifled a groan. He slid his hand down into the waistband of her skirt and pushed aside her thong. She was soaked. He fingered her roughly. She whimpered and reached up to grab his hair. He let her.

“Too rough?” he asked.

“N-no.” She shook her head.

“Good.”

She felt like silk and he deliberately rubbed her clit fast. He wanted her orgasm. Craved it.

“Ask me permission to come,” he demanded when her legs started to shake.

His other hand was teasing her nipple and she could barely speak. “Sir...I... oh...please...may I...” Emma broke off as a scream escaped her. Her legs spasmed and clamped shut. She came hard.

He tutted against her cheek. “That’s a bad girl. I’m going to have to punish you for that. I’m going to spank you.”

She shuddered against him. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and whirled her to him. Her eyes were glazed.

“Suck them clean.”

He pushed his fingers into her mouth. After a moment, she complied and his cock throbbed.

“Adequate,” he said, taking them out of her mouth. “Now let’s go.”

Dante led Emma—or rather, “Mab”—into his private dungeon. He needed the walk to get his body back under control. He had to remind himself that this was all new to her. A part of him tried to stop himself from taking the next steps. This was Joey’s little sister. He hushed that voice. Not tonight she wasn’t.

Tonight, it was Mab who was going to get his full attention. The dim lighting in his private room cast shadows on the walls that were lined with an array of tools and equipment. The heavy door closed behind them, and he turned the lock with a satisfying click. Emma shivered in anticipation, her breath hitching when she met his intense gaze.

“Before we begin, it’s important that we communicate openly about our desires and needs,” Dante commanded. “You’ve already told me you want to be dominated, but are there any specific fantasies or acts you’d like to explore tonight?”

Emma hesitated, her cheeks flushing pink beneath her mask. “I...I’m not sure,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to guide me, to show me what I’ve been missing.”

“Oh, yes,” Dante said, feeling a predatory smile playing on his lips. “But remember, you can always tell me to stop. It’s essential that you trust me, and I trust you to communicate your limits.”

“Do I need a safe word?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Not tonight. The words no, stop, or don’t, will work for this evening. If we have another session, we can talk more about limits and you can choose a safe word.”

“I understand,” Mab said, nodding her head as she looked up at him with complete submission. Dante felt a surge of arousal at the sight of her vulnerability, combined with her obvious desire for him.

“Good,” he murmured, stepping closer and running a hand through her silky hair. “I want you completely naked for me. Take off your clothes.”

Emma’s hands shook as she removed the gauzy skirt and thong. As per their agreement, she still wore her mask.

“You can leave the boots on,” he said. She was absolutely gorgeous. He moved over to where a thick cushion was laid out. “Now, come here and kneel before me.”

Emma obeyed without hesitation, sinking to her knees as she looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes. Dante felt a possessive thrill course through him at the sight.

“Open your mouth.”

She did.

“Wider,” he commanded.

She obeyed.

Goddamned tight pants. Still, it gave her time to change her mind. She didn’t. When he finally freed his cock, Dante paused. “You’re going to show me how sorry you are for coming without my permission. If you suck me well enough, I might go easy on your punishment.”

He pushed his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Dante groaned at the sensation, his head falling back as she began to suck and stroke him with surprising skill. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head up and down, her eyes never leaving his.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice strained from the effort to maintain control.

She wasn’t so damned innocent that she didn’t know what she was doing to him.

Testing her, he held her head still while he pushed in deep. He thrust once and she swallowed a slight gag. Pulling her hair, he eased her off his cock, a trail of saliva connecting them. “Everything all right?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop him. In fact, she gripped his leather pants that were resting low on his hips for balance. He rocked in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, holding her head until her eyes watered, but she never protested. She just eagerly took everything he gave her. She just might be perfect.

“I’m going to come. You’re going to swallow it.”

Emma moaned, gripping him tighter.

“That’s such a good girl,” he gritted out. Her mouth was incredible, the sliding sensation dragging him right over the edge. He held her tight against him as she eagerly swallowed. Lights exploded behind his eyes, and he twitched as the orgasm flooded into her mouth. Fuck, that felt good. When he was done, he slipped out of her mouth. Gently, he lifted her up and held her close.

“You were amazing,” he said and stroked her hair. He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. Mine. All mine.

Emma cuddled into him and allowed him to guide her to a large chair. He pulled his tight pants back up and sat down before pulling her on his lap. He held her and kissed her sweetly until she began moving restlessly against him.

“I think you’re ready for your punishment now.”

“What?”

He pushed her down so she was sprawled across his lap. Dante squeezed her perfect ass in his hands. “Normally I’d use a flogger, but since this is our first time, I’m going to spank you by hand. You’re all right with that, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

She sounded less sure of herself, so the first spank was a love tap, making more noise than bringing actual pain. Emma grunted in surprise, her fingers clutching at the upholstery of the chair.

“I think five more hard spanks will suffice. Count.” He let his hand fly, cracking down on the sweet, plump globe.

“One,” she shrieked.

Oh, yes. Smack!

“Two.” Her voice wobbled.

Smack!

“Three.” Her skin was reddening nicely and she whined a little announcing this one.

“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” he asked, then suddenly plunged two fingers inside her pussy.

“Oh,” she cried out, arching up.

He fucked her slow with them, hearing the thick, wet sounds of her arousal. Emma went up on her hands and knees to get more. Dante chuckled when she pouted when he removed his fingers.

“Please, sir,” she moaned, her voice desperate and needy. “I want more.”

Dante smiled darkly, his own desire growing stronger as he witnessed her complete submission. “As you wish, my sweet fairy,” he whispered, his hand coming down in a sharp slap on her already reddened flesh.

Smack!

“Four,” Emma cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure pushing her toward the edge of ecstasy. Her body was still bucking as if she was still fucking his fingers.

Smack!

“Five,” she keened, panting now.

“Now, let’s try this again.” He slid off the chair until he was the one kneeling before her. He spread her legs wide, making each one hook over the arm of the chair. The boots were a perfect frame to the beautiful picture of her pussy. “You don’t come until I allow it, or I will get the flogger. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Such a pretty little pussy. I can’t wait to taste you.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before running his tongue up her slit, tasting the sweetness and savoring every drop of her arousal.

“Oh, God,” Emma moaned, her entire body arching as he began to lick and suck on her clit. His tongue flicked at her most sensitive spot. She tasted like ambrosia—sweet and addictive. Dante could feel her trembling as he continued to tongue her clit.

“Please, sir, m-may I come?” she begged.

Dante loved to hear the desperation that was edging into her voice.

“Not yet.” He pulled away, making her whimper in frustration.

“Please, sir. I need it so much.”

Dante smirked, loving the sight of her submission. “Then beg for it.”

“Please, sir,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need to come.”

Dante chuckled softly, running his fingers through Emma’s tangled hair. “You’re so beautiful when you’re needy, my sweet fairy.”

He spread her lips wide with his fingers and explored her with his tongue. He could do this all night with her making those wonderful little noises. Emma’s eyes bulged, her thighs quivering.

“Please, please,” she said.

He continued to lap at her.

“Please, sir,” Emma begged, her voice hoarse as she bucked her hips against his face. “I’m so close.”

She shrieked, clutching at his hair.

Dante thrust two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot. “That’s it, scream for me,” he commanded, his voice low and raspy. “Now, you can come for me.”

Her body jerked with overwhelming pleasure. Her hands clung to his hair as her orgasm took over. She cried out, her voice echoing through the dungeon.

Dante continued to lap up her juices as she shuddered through her orgasm. He could feel her body start to calm down, and when she was finished, he moved up to kiss her.

“My beautiful fairy,” he whispered against her lips. “You did so well.”

He lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked in a small but hopeful voice.

“No, my sweet. Not tonight. But maybe, if you feel brave enough to visit me again, we can take this further.”

He lay down beside her on the bed, wrapping them in a cool cotton blanket. He rubbed her back and she lightly dozed on his chest for a while. He refused to let reality in just yet. Even though that voice of conscience was beating down his mental doors, demanding to know just what the hell he had done.

“I should go,” she said, rousing from the lazy haze. Sitting up, Emma adjusted her mask and looked around the room, biting her lip.

“Would you like to borrow a robe, Queen Mab?”

“Yes, please. Yes, sir.”

He reluctantly got up, hesitant to leave her, and wrapped her in one of Jana’s clean robes. “This should get you out of the dungeons unscathed. Unless you’re looking to play some more?”

He wouldn’t give her up so easily, if she did. But she shook her head.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “That...that was more than I ever imagined.”

“Your pleasure is my reward, Mab,” he replied, forcing himself to keep his tone steady.

He walked her out of his dungeon and to the gates that separated Club Inferno from the elevators that would lead her outside or to Couture where her apartment was.

“Happy Halloween,” she said to him as the elevator doors opened.

“Did you enjoy your trick or treat?” he asked.

She nodded.

He blew her a kiss as the elevator doors closed.

When she was safely out of Club Inferno, he let out a breath. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen tomorrow. Or how he was going to face her or her parents over dinner. He wondered if Emma would tell him she was Queen Mab, or if would she pretend it never happened?

No matter what she decided, Dante would treasure the memory of tonight. With a sigh, he went back to the dungeon. He would command his subs to provide pleasure and punishment on his behalf. Tonight, he couldn’t think of touching another after tasting Emma’s sweetness.