Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Ellie
I was fucking livid.
To make matters worse, my pussy still stung, my cheeks ached, and my throat was unbearably sore.
How dare Rafael treat me like that! Especially after I sucked his cock! I hated how I’d come that hard too. That’s probably what pissed me off the most.
I grabbed my clothes off the floor and stalked through the house fully naked back to my bedroom. I seethed as I slammed the door behind me.
He could stay in there all day and rot for all I cared.
Fuck him.
Just when I began to dress, I heard the extremely distinct sound of a lock turning and I whirled back around. My hand reached out and tested the doorknob.
The fucker had just locked me inside.
I paced back and forth across the room. The luxurious space felt even more like a gilded cage now. Hours seemed to stretch endlessly, each tick of the clock amplifying my sense of helplessness and confinement. I thought I was going to go crazy.
As dinner time approached, the door finally clicked open. My heart leapt, but it was only Rafael, carrying a tray of food. I hated how my heart leapt at the sight of him. I loathed how my pussy pulsed too, and I blatantly ignored it.
“Seriously? It’s going to be like this now?” I yelled at him, my voice a mix of anger and disbelief.
He didn’t answer, his expression unreadable. In a swift, almost mechanical motion, he placed the tray on a table and turned to leave, but then he stopped.
“I’m sorry, Ellie. We shouldn’t have… Dante is… He’s more than a boss to me. You belong to him, not me,” he said softly.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I countered quietly, and he looked back, meeting my eyes with a sad look.
Then he turned and left, locking the door behind him once more.
I was left alone again, with only the dinner he’d brought as company.
My stomach growled and that annoyed me too.
Reluctantly, I approached the tray Rafael had left. It was an elegantly plated meal: grilled salmon glazed with a honey and garlic sauce, accompanied by a side of creamy risotto and steamed asparagus, garnished with lemon wedges. Despite my frustration, the first bite took me by surprise—it was delicious.
The salmon was perfectly cooked, flaky, and rich, with the honey-garlic glaze offering a delightful blend of sweet and savory. The risotto was creamy and comforting. The asparagus was perfectly cooked too. For a moment, as I savored the meal, my confinement felt a little less oppressive.
However, the sound of the lock turning snapped me back to reality. Bracing myself to unleash my frustration on Rafael, I turned around, only to find Dante entering the room instead.
My anger dissipated all at once, leaving a complicated mix of emotions within its wake.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured.
I took a step back. “Me?”
“Mostly, I’ve been thinking about how I’m going to destroy your pretty little cunt,” he breathed.
A rush of arousal flooded between my thighs.
I didn’t need a mirror to know that my cheeks were a bright shade of red. He strode forward, and I took several steps back, but that didn’t stop him from wrapping a hand around the back of my neck.
He pulled me into him and kissed me, hard.
His kiss was possessive, dominant, and unapologetic, and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered wildly. His lips were hard and bruising, his tongue sweeping into my mouth without pause, and his free hand roamed down my back to cup my ass. I tried not to respond. I tried not to kiss him back.
I failed. On both accounts.
I kissed him back like I needed air to breathe. My hands reached up, winding around his neck, and pulling him close. My body was pressed up against his, and my heart thudded, feeling his strong, hard form, his muscular chest, and the thick bulge of his cock pressed up against my belly.
When his hands moved to the tie on the side of my wrap dress, I pulled back and looked up at him, my heart racing.
His gaze burned into mine, his blue eyes blazing with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I shivered, feeling the heat emanating from his every pore and pressed my teeth into my lower lip, chewing on it nervously. He cocked his head and then his lips descended down, and he devoured me with that next kiss.
This time, there was no stopping me from falling under his spell.
My mind spun as he ripped off my dress, his fingers deftly undoing the tie and letting the fabric fall away.
I should have fought him off.
I didn’t.
Instead, I shrugged my shoulders when he pushed the fabric of my dress past them. I let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing in my bra and panties before him.
In a heartbeat, he reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. Then, he gripped my lacy panties in his fist and ripped them right off. A strangled cry died in the back of my throat as my mouth opened and a flash of pain radiated across my sensitive pussy as the lace caught my swollen folds.
On instinct, I pressed my thighs together, almost as if that could make the pain better, but it didn’t help in the slightest. Dante’s arms swept around my waist as he lifted me clean off the floor. I felt so small in his grasp as he carried me to the bed. In seconds, he had laid me out on top of it, my body sinking into the mattress as I took a shaky breath.
My mind was still reeling, still trying to make sense of what was happening. He climbed on top of me and pressed his lips to my skin, his tongue swirling around my nipple. With one knee, he spread my legs for him, and my pussy clenched tightly.
I arched up into his kiss, pressing my erect bud into his mouth as swirling tendrils of pleasure raced straight down to my core. I whimpered softly, instantly overwhelmed and he moved onto the other nipple before I could draw in a breath.
He sucked my poor sensitive buds hard, nipping the flesh between his teeth, his fingers tweaking and twisting. I groaned, feeling his teeth on my sensitive skin, and the slight edge of pain only seemed to heighten the pleasure.
He squeezed his teeth harder and I keened, the tender ache quickly blooming into something that much fiercer. Then he pulled back, scraping the edges of his teeth across my erect nipple until it popped out and the pain amplified enough to make me yelp.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he said darkly.
“Good,” I snarled, surprising even myself.
To that, he growled, and the sound was so visceral that it rolled down my spine like a cool drop of water. I gasped, shuddering with need as my pussy throbbed against his thigh. Without meaning to, my hips bucked against him, inadvertently rubbing my clit on the fabric of his slacks.
“Naughty girl… Are you trying to come for me?” he said, raising a single eyebrow as he pressed his thigh even more firmly against my pussy.
I whimpered.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to the shell of my ear.
“Answer me,” he commanded, and my pussy clenched hard. I opened my mouth to answer and my hips rolled again, and I blushed.
“Yes,” I finally confessed.
His smile was pure sin, and it did shameful things to my insides that I didn’t care to admit to.
I was panting now, my heart beating wildly. I sucked in a breath, trying to calm myself, but it only made the heat spiral in my core that much more intensely. I tried to keep still and cursed myself when my hips bucked once again.
“Now, ride my thigh like the filthy little whore you are. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll even decide to reward you with my tongue,” he purred.
A shuddering breath escaped my lips, and my heart sputtered, his words lighting a fire in the pit of my stomach. I was torn between the urge to tell him off and the desire to throw my legs over his shoulders and beg him to take me right then and there. In the end, my desire won out.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I rolled my body and scraped my clit against the hard expanse of his thigh. I sucked in a breath and whimpered softly.
“That’s not nearly slutty enough, my sweet girl. You’re riding me like you need a lashing with my belt instead of my tongue,” he threatened, and I shivered so hard with desire that I bucked that much harder.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. I want to see you break apart beneath me. I want to see the look on your face as you come,” he demanded.
My clit rubbed harder against his leg and a moan tore from the back of my throat before I could even think to stop it. Quickly, I tried to bite it back, but it was useless.
By the smirk on his face, he’d already heard it.
His gaze burned into mine, and a thrill raced down my spine. I knew what I must look like, completely naked, my thighs spread wide and rubbing against his leg like a dirty little whore. My face burned red hot, but it only made the desire between my thighs pulse that much hotter.
“Give it to me, Ellie,” he warned.
I gasped when his fingers gripped my breast, taking my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and then he pinched it hard. He didn’t stop there either. The pain lanced across my breast, and I arched clean off the bed as he twisted it harder.
A strangled cry slipped free from my lips and his grin widened, his enjoyment of my pain more than obvious.
“Ride. My. Thigh. Ellie,” he demanded, his voice dark and dangerous and far too fucking tempting.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
I did.
I rode his thigh like my life depended on it.
I rode it harder, faster, rubbing my clit back and forth, and each time, I came closer and closer to orgasm. My entire being was focused on the sensations between my thighs, the pressure, the heat, the pleasure.
It was everything.
Finally, when I couldn’t stand it any longer, I cried out.
“That’s my good girl. Let me hear you scream my name,” he coaxed.
“Dante!”
“Yes, scream for me,” he urged.
My clit ground against his thigh and the friction sent sparks straight to my pussy. Soon enough, I was moments away from orgasm and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
“Dante!” I screamed again, and my entire world shattered into a million pieces. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I saw stars behind my eyelids. My core cinched tight like a spring and every muscle in my body tightened, but my hips didn’t stop bucking and I didn’t stop moaning and screaming.
I came so hard that my head spiraled right up into the clouds. It was an endless release.
I felt myself shattering.
I felt the orgasm tearing through me, consuming me, devouring me.
And when I finally came down, he was staring at me, his blue eyes burning with a primal, animalistic need.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, my dirty little whore,” he purred, and his praise made my heart swell as I slumped back down into the bed, my release still pumping through my veins with wild intensity.
“Dante,” I breathed.
“You should know something, though, little girl, ” he continued, and my body stiffened as the intention in his words simmered through my veins.
“What’s that?” I asked hesitantly.
“You’re not done coming for me,” he said bluntly, and my breath seized in the back of my throat. I blinked up at him, a little uncertain.
“I’m…not?”
“No,” he answered. The way his eyes darkened made a shiver race down my spine. He sat back up, leaving me panting and breathless as his hands dropped to his belt.
“But I was a good girl!” I rasped, my voice hoarse from my screaming.
“The belt has other uses than marking your perfect little ass,” he murmured.
The perilous violence in his voice made my blood run hot.
The faint sound of the leather sliding through the loops of his pants filled the room. I watched, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension stirring within me. The belt slowly came free, the metal buckle making a soft clink as it hung loosely in his hand.
“Hands above your head,” he instructed.
Slowly, I obeyed, lifting my hands up. He grabbed both wrists and pulled them higher. Then he tied them together with the belt and threaded the leather through a bar of the bedframe before securing it around my wrists.
“Try to pull them free. Try as hard as you can or else I’m going to spank this pretty pink pussy instead of making it come all over my tongue,” he demanded.
I did as I was told, yanking my hands down with all my might, and they didn’t move an inch. I tried even harder, rolling my body this way and that until I exhausted myself and he chuckled softly.
His gaze leveled with mine as he leaned over me, and I swallowed hard.
Fuck.
Bound and helpless, there was no escaping for me. I was trapped and he was going to have his way with me whether I liked it or not.
The problem was that I had the distinct feeling that I was absolutely going to love it.
“You’re mine, Ellie,” he growled, and I trembled beneath him.
Then, his mouth descended upon me, his tongue lapping at my wet slit, and I was lost. His wet warmth surrounded my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head. His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place and spreading me even wider.
He was unrelenting, sucking, nipping, biting, licking, and my cries grew louder and louder with every passing second.
It was a relentless assault on my senses.
It was a punishing, agonizingly sweet torture and he didn’t stop. As my moans grew more desperate, he pushed me to the edge and then pulled back. The cut of denial was as sharp as a knife, and I cried out loud.
“You taste just as delicious as I imagined you would, dirty girl,” he murmured, and my thighs clenched tight as a rush of shame passed through me.
His mouth found my clit again and he sucked hard. Then, without warning, he bit down on the little bud, and I screamed, arching off the bed and tugging wildly at my bindings. The pain was almost too much to bear, but then he suckled my clit again and my world tilted on its edge.
A deep, guttural groan ripped from the back of his throat, the vibration adding to the already mind-blowing sensation and then the heat spiraled even tighter, even faster, until finally, everything exploded, and I shattered beneath him.
I came so hard that every muscle in my body seized.
I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t speak.
I was lost, carried away in the wave of pure ecstasy, and Dante didn’t relent. Instead, he kept worrying my clit with his tongue and before I could stop it, I came again.
And again.
And again.
Until my voice was raw from screaming and until tears stained my cheeks.
When he finally pulled back, his chin was dripping wet, and his eyes were dark and possessive, but I couldn’t focus.
“Never try to run from me again, my filthy little whore,” he chided, and my body slumped against the bed.
“Yes sir,” I mouthed, but the world was spinning, and darkness was encroaching at the edges of my vision.
Then, I passed out.
The next morning, I woke up alone, my anger all but dissipated. The belt was gone, and I was no longer bound. There was no one beside me on the bed, but the space beside me was still warm. Maybe Dante had fallen asleep next to me, but I couldn’t be certain.
Slowly, I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
I wasn’t sure what time it was, but the sun was streaming brightly through the windows and the sky outside was a brilliant blue. My thighs tensed as I remembered the events of yesterday.
I was a mess of emotions.
My heart was so tangled that it hurt.
The encounter with Rafael in the shower left me reeling, his warmth and passion so different from Dante’s cold, authoritative dominance. Yet both stirred something deep within me, something I couldn’t deny or ignore.
I found myself wandering the room, restless and conflicted. Dante, with his icy-blue eyes and commanding presence, intimidated and thrilled me in equal measure. There was a danger to him, a power that both scared and attracted me. His touch was firm, his control unyielding, and yet, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the strength he exuded in spades.
On the other hand, Rafael’s warmth and the smoldering look in his dark brown eyes offered a different kind of temptation. His protective nature and the hint of a smile that played at his lips made him seem more approachable, yet no less dangerous. There was a charm about him, a certain charisma that was hard to resist and I couldn’t turn away from that either.
The memory of both their kisses lingered on my lips, each distinct yet equally intoxicating. With Dante, it was a dance of power and surrender, a promise of dominance that both frightened and excited me. Rafael’s kiss, however, was a blaze of heat, a seduction that promised both danger and comfort.
The most alarming part of all was that I could see myself with either of them, or more alarmingly, with both of them.
I shook my head, trying to clear the conflicting thoughts and feelings.
It wasn’t something I wanted to think about.
At least not now .
Maybe not ever.
But my clit certainly did. My pussy clenched hard as the thought of taking the both of them at the same time slammed into me without my consent. I growled and stalked into the bathroom and switched on the shower.
I was already naked, so I stepped right in when the steam was billowing up toward the ceiling in soft luxurious clouds.
As the hot water pounded down on my skin, I tried not to think about the events of the past two days.
Tried… and failed .
I didn’t understand why the men were fighting over me. I didn’t understand why I wanted both of them either. I couldn’t deny the fact that I wanted them both, though.
I closed my eyes as the water pounded down onto my back. Dante’s mouth on me was seared into my mind and the ache between my legs throbbed anew. He’d taken me without asking and without any regard for my wishes, but my traitorous body had responded.
Rafael had been different. He’d tried to resist me, but in the end, we’d both lost control and he’d used my mouth like I was nothing more than his filthy little fuck toy.
The memories were intoxicating, and I pressed a hand between my thighs.
With a deep breath, I imagined what it would be like if they both took me together.
One thrusting into my pussy while the other filled my ass.
Two sets of hands roaming my body.
Two sets of mouths kissing, licking, and biting.
The mere idea was overwhelming, and I shuddered, my fingers rubbing against my clit.
I lost myself in the fantasy of the two of them.
“What are you doing, naughty girl? Are you touching yourself while you’re thinking of us?” Dante’s voice echoed and I started, looking up and blushing to see him standing there at the doorway. Even worse, Rafael was standing at his side, staring down at me on the bed with my legs splayed and my hand between my legs.
I froze.
“Yes sir,” I replied, my cheeks burning.
“I see,” he said, and there was a strange sort of approval in his gaze that only served to embarrass me further.
“We should punish her for touching that pretty pussy without our permission,” Rafael suggested, and Dante’s lips curved up in a knowing smile.
“How should we punish her?” Dante mused.
My core clenced tight.
“Taking both of us in her pretty little holes would certainly teach her a lesson,” Rafael murmured, his voice dark and promising.
My breath hitched in the back of my throat.
They wouldn’t.
Would they?
The look in their eyes told me that yes, they would, and no, they weren’t joking.
They stalked toward me, and I jerked my hand away from between my thighs, fully intending to fight them with everything that I had, but when their hands brushed against me, my desire made me freeze.
I shouldn’t want this.
It was wrong.
It was dirty.
It was sinful.
And yet, I couldn’t say no.
Dante and Rafael grasped my ankles and yanked me further down on the bed. Without pomp or circumstance, Dante flipped me over and pressed a knee between my legs, keeping them apart as he grasped my bottom cheeks.
I squealed as he spread them apart.
“You’re wet enough that I wouldn’t need any lubricant to take this tight hole, but sometimes I spoil you, don’t I?” Dante asked.
“Yes sir,” I gasped.
All of a sudden, a spurt of something cold dripped onto my asshole and I would have squeezed my cheeks together if Dante would have allowed it, just to hide myself.
“Have you ever taken a man in this tight ass before?” he asked.
“No sir,” I rasped nervously.
“Good. I’m going to take great pleasure in being the first.”
He roughly forced one finger into my asshole before I could do anything to stop him. My entire body tensed at the foreign feeling, pain and pleasure racing through me like a horse running around a track.
“Look at that sweet little pussy getting so wet when she has that sweet ass stuffed,” Rafael murmured.
My entire body went rigid. I couldn’t deny the thrill that raced down my spine, the forbidden pleasure of having Dante finger-fucking my ass while Rafael watched.
It was filthy and degrading.
And yet, I loved it.
The problem was it made me want more.
My pussy pulsed as Dante forced another finger into my ass while Rafael wrapped an arm around my waist, forcing my hips up so his fingers could brush over my clit.
“No,” I gasped, trying to wriggle away.
“Yes.” Rafael chuckled softly, and his fingers slipped down, sliding over my clit, and circling the swollen bundle of nerves with ease.
“You’re going to come for both of us, our dirty little whore. We both want to hear you scream,” Dante ordered.
Rafael worked his fingers harder, pressing against my clit, and the dual sensations were too much.
“No, please!” I cried out.
“Yes, come for us. Come for us while thinking about our cocks in these tight little holes. Think about how we’re going to ruin you,” Dante demanded, and the order sent me right over the edge.
I screamed, my voice echoing through the bathroom as I came.