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Yesterday morning, I woke up with a moronic idea.

Then this morning, I woke up with a way to make it happen.

It was confronting Trent and defending Dante that made me realize I need to get my head out of my ass. Self-pity accomplishes nothing besides dragging myself down and pulling others with me.

No more of this moping around and looking over my shoulder, waiting for something to happen… waiting for others to solve my problems.

I am a strong, capable, adorable, smart… adorable… where was I going with this?

Right.

Control.

Taking inspiration from Dante, I am determined to reclaim the control that has been taken from me.

I have a plan. A good one.

A smart one? That remains to be seen.

Almost all the details have been worked out in my mind, just a few last pieces of the puzzle that need to fall into place. I'm trying not to overthink it. Overthinking leads to stress, which is not helpful at the moment.

Right now, there's something else that's the center of my focus.

Dante is driving around town, running a few errands I put together as an excuse to get him to leave the house for a while. Just as I'm adding the finishing details to my outfit, a text from him pops up on my screen, telling me he's on his way.

In front of the mirror, I drag my hands over the skin-tight, sheer white shirt that I've paired with a large navy-blue collar. Instead of the bow tie, I have strips of red tape crisscrossing over each of my nipples, contrasting with my pale complexion.

X marks the motherfucking spot, bitches.

Underneath my pleated, short blue skirt, I'm wearing white thigh-high stockings with lace tops. While I've gotten dressed, I kept my suction cup dildo in use, working myself open and edging myself so many times, I've lost count.

Dante calls my name as the front door hinges creak, and I stroke myself until I'm fighting to hold back. "In here!" I shout, and he walks into the bedroom, stumbling to a stop. His eyes drift from the tape over my nipples to where my cock peeks out from underneath my skirt, a string of pre-cum hanging off the tip.

As I saunter towards him, I add a pep to my step that has my erection bouncing against the fabric of the skirt. "It was time to check something off my Fucket List." I give him a teasing grin as I grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head. After I toss it to the ground, I turn so I'm facing away from him and lean forward, letting my ass peek out as I give it a small shimmy. "Do I make an acceptable Sailor Moon?"

"Decided against the pigtails?" he asks on a breathy exhale, lunging after me and gripping my cheeks before slipping his finger inside of me.

"Wanted you to pull my hair, and thought that might be difficult with a wig," I say as he spins me around and claims my lips, still pumping into me with that steady finger. Our kiss is filled with urgency and clumsiness as I fumble to unbutton his pants and tug them down, leaving them in a heap on the ground. He stumbles as he steps out of them, but we hold on to each other and stay upright.

My hips rock, rubbing my cock against his, the friction between us building until I have to stop. If I'm not careful, I'll ruin the second half of my surprise.

"Sit on the bed." He walks backwards until his legs find the mattress and he sinks onto it.

Once he's in the position I want him in, I strut over, making sure my skirt flounces and shows off my body as I approach. "Are you ready for me?"

"Fuck, yes," he groans as I get closer, bending forward enough so the fabric drifts over his cock.

"You want to make me come?" I squirt lube into my hands and coat his length. He only groans as he nods and thrusts into my touch. I climb onto the bed and stand, taking a moment to balance myself on the soft mattress. Once I'm steady, standing above him, I glance down to see my cock at his eye level.

My fingers grip my base as I rub my leaking head across his cheeks and then his lips. His mouth opens, and he tries to take me in, but I only allow him to suck on the tip before I pull away. We do this multiple times, with me granting him brief moments to suckle on my crown until I'm teetering on the very edge again.

"Lean back on your elbows," I say, and once he obeys, I drop to my knees over his hips. The pressure of his erection pushes against my ass as I gently rock it between my cheeks. "Fuck, I've wanted you all day," I groan as he reaches between us and lines the head of his cock up with my open hole.

With one hand on my hip, he forcefully thrusts up as he pulls me down hard, ramming against my prostate. Ecstasy immediately scattershots through my body as release arches my spine into an unnatural backwards curve. My orgasm bursts out of me, shredding through my body in a head-to-toe ricochet before jetting loose.

It's sheer chaos on my nerve endings as the air is slammed from my lungs with brute force, leaving me as a low, sensual moan. The initial spray of my release is so pent up that a few drops catch me in the face, while the rest peppers his abdomen in a shotgun blast.

My ears ring, barely catching his surprised curses as I ride it out. I'm only capable of a whimper as I lean forward and grind against him, my cock visibly pulsating as it slides over his stomach, still shooting bursts of milky release across his skin.

With eyes the size of small moons, he stares before snapping into action.

"Jesus… fucking… Christ!" he shouts as he grips me with both hands, slamming up into me as I come, my dick bouncing from his rough thrusts. "How the fuck…"

"Edged myself for hours waiting for you," I say as he groans and then stands with me still impaled on him. His arms slide under my knees as I clutch his neck, and he pushes me against the wall and drives into me. My head throws back, thudding on the sheetrock as I call out in pleasure that dances along the border of pain.

He folds me in half, pushing on my legs until my thighs are flush against my stomach. The stretch pulls me tight, making me feel every single inch as he thrusts into me. It's liquid fire as he pushes in further, deeper, and all I can do is hold on.

I'm stuffed, fuller than I've ever been, hammering with an almost unbearable sensation. The friction of his slick, rough movements causes a tingling ache as he fucks me into the wall, my breath catching on each thrust.

The slippery sounds of our bodies moving together are only interrupted by the moans that we're both releasing. "You are so fucking tight," he mutters. "And you're going to come again before I'm done with you."

"I was hoping you'd say that." My voice is strained amidst the jarring of my body. The force of his thrusts sends shockwaves through me, my head repeatedly hitting the wall as he pulls out and slams into me.

Suddenly, he crashes his mouth against mine, kissing me as though his life depends on it as he spins us and walks back to the bed. "Get on your hands and knees." His voice is low and commanding as he places me on the mattress. "I want to see your pretty little skirt bounce as you take me."

Before I can move, he flips me so my chest lands on the bed, jerking my hips up and giving me a chance to slide my knees under me. Dante leans forward, placing his palm on the top of my back and gently dragging his hand along my spine, and I shiver at the soft touch.

He never stops touching me as he pushes inside me. No longer rushed and frantic, he's moving with a careful precision that almost brings tears to my eyes. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs as he rocks against me. "You make me the luckiest man in the entire world. Thank you for waiting for me."

I lift and twist my head over my shoulder. "I would've waited forever for you." His smile is sweet, full of love, as our lips meet. Kissing is tricky in this position, but he moves in a deliberate way that makes it worth the effort.

"Now," he says, voice deep, "bend over and be good for me."

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the bed, as I arch towards him. "More," he says, pushing on my back until my cheek is against the sheets. "There you go… that's my good boy." Slowly, he eases into me, stretching me once again. He's everywhere, in all of me. Fingertips on my skin, cock moving reverently inside me, even the brush of his thighs against mine is electric.

"Look at you in your pretty clothes. Did you touch yourself all day waiting for me to fuck you in your skirt?"

"Yes," I groan as he pushes on my spine, making my back arch even further as he slides in and out of me in that controlled rhythm that's driving me wild. Jolts of pleasure shoot across my skin and through my arteries like a summertime lightning storm, even the hairs across my body rising to meet the static that crackles through the air.

"Did you come while I was gone?"

"No, but I wanted to so bad."

"Why didn't you?" He speeds up, causing my cheek to rub against the bed as the sheets twist underneath my head. He plunges in and out of me, causing a riot to stir inside my body as sensation sizzles and dances up my spine, through my balls, and to the very tip of my aching cock.

"Because I was being your good boy," I moan as he slams forward, making my hands fly out to brace myself.

He reaches and wraps his fingers around my cock, stroking me at the same pace he thrusts as both of us rush towards the edge together. "And what do good boys do when their ass is full of cum?"

"They… fuck… " I gasp as the last of his control snaps, his motions becoming jerkier and shallower as he grips me tighter. Moaning in pleasure, he climaxes and releases a flood of warmth inside me, continuing to thrust through his orgasm, and the sensation of it overflowing and dripping down my thighs drives me over the edge.

His name leaves me on a whimper as he strokes me faster. "That's right," he praises as I shoot into his hand with a moan. It slides along my length, slippery with my release as he milks everything from me. "Good boys come when they're filled up."

His hips slow until he's lazily thrusting into me, and with one final kiss to my spine, he drops on to the bed and pulls me to lie with him.

"I forgot to pull your hair," he mutters as I curl up on his chest.

"Could've used the wig after all." My words slur and my eyes are heavy despite knowing that we need to clean up our mess. It's as if my eyelids are made of lead as they blink closed, and next thing I know, I'm being woken up by a warm cloth running over my skin.

When I try to sit up, Dante places a gentle hand on my arm, and I relax back into the bed. "Rest. Let me take care of you." I'm half-asleep as he cleans me and then drags a blanket over my body.

"What would I do without you?" I whisper as he climbs between the sheets with me and holds me against him once again.

"You never have to find out," he whispers, and then I'm lost to the world.