Chapter 22: WINE AND… SEX

MIA

It was his idea to drink wine but it was so good that I suggested we do a second bottle and by the time we finished it most of the conversation had shifted from light banter to a deeper one.

"I always felt like I was watching other people live lives I couldn't figure out how to have," I said, words coming easier with alcohol pumping through my veins. "Like everyone else got an instruction manual and I just had to guess."

"You're not the only one who felt that way." He was sitting close enough that our legs touched, his hand resting on my knee while I was trying to ignore the tingles shooting to my vagina from his palm. "Sometimes I think we find the people who are supposed to understand us and then we stop looking for anyone else."

"Is that what this is?"

"I think so. Yeah."

"I've never felt like I belonged anywhere," I said quietly. "Not really."

His hand moved from my knee to my face, tilting my chin up so I had to look at him. "You belong here with me."

Heat pooled and before I could respond, he kissed me and I kissed him back. His hand moved to my waist and I let him, pulling me close to him.

"Bedroom?" he murmured against my mouth.

"Yes."

He took my hand and led me down the hallway. The city light filtered in through the half open blinds, casting a very soft ambience on the bed. My heart was hammering so hard I'm sure he could hear it.

Fuck, I felt like a virgin about to pop my cherry.

When we reached the edge of the mattress, he stopped and turned to face me. His hands settling lightly on my waist.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, fingers brushing the hem of my shirt.

I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”

He lifted it off my body slowly and then dropped it to the floor but his eyes never left my face as his hands trailed down my sides.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Can I touch you here?” His palm hovered just below my bra.

“Please.”

He cupped my breasts through the lace, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tightened into aching peaks. A soft moan slipped from my throat and his eyes never left my face as he watched every flicker of expression on my face like he was memorizing me.

He unclasped my bra and slid the straps down my shoulders, letting it fall away. The cool air hit my boobs making me shiver but it was quickly warmed as his hand cupped me. The skin to ski feeling sent sparks from my boobs to my cunt. He leaned in and kissed me again while his thumbs circled my nipples then he dipped, taking one nipple at a time sucking. My knees buckled due to the sensation.

“Dante…” I breathed.

He lowered me onto the bed, following me down. His mouth trailed lower, kissing every inch of skin like he had all the time in the world. When he reached the waistband of my jeans, he looked up.

“Can I take these off?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes.”

He unbuttoned them and slid them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely bare. For a moment he just looked at me, eyes dark with hunger but still so controlled. Then he stood and undressed.

My breath hitched at the sight.

He was big. This dick was thick, long, and beautifully curved upward with a silver piercing at the head that glinted in the low light. A rush of nerves mixed with arousal flooded me. I’d never been with anyone like him.

Dante noticed my reaction and climbed back onto the bed and settled between my thighs, bracing himself on his forearms so he could keep watching my face.

“Still okay?” he asked softly.

I swallowed. “You’re… really big.”

A small, tender smile grew on his lips. “We’ll go slow. I’ve got you.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Can I touch you?”

I nodded.

His fingers slid between my legs, finding me already slick and aching. He circled my clit slowly, making me grind into his palm and then he slowly eased one finger inside me, then two and he curled them against my G-spot which he found so fast. I rocked my hips harder against his hand, moaning softly.

When I was trembling and on the edge of having an orgasm, he withdrew his fingers and positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance. The cool metal touching me made me shiver.

“Look at me, Mia,” he said quietly.

Our eyes locked and then he pushed in slowly. The stretch was intense, I gasped in shock as he kept going. The piercing dragged along my inner walls, making  my toes curl and my back arch off the bed.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders. “You feel… so deep already.”

He paused halfway, breathing hard, eyes never leaving mine. “Breathe, baby. You’re doing so well. Can I give you more?”

“Yes—please.”

He went in inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. I had never felt so full and it was overwhelming. That sexy curve made sure he was constantly in contact with my g-spot and boy was that piercing doing wonders.

He stayed still, allowing me to adjust as he watched the pain on my face slowly ease into pleasure. I was impressed by his control even as I felt his arms tremble with the amount of restraint he was exercising.

“You’re so tight… fuck.” he groaned softly. “So perfect around me.”

When I started to move my hips, he began to thrust slow and deep, dragging his cock against every sensitive part of me. With each stroke, my moan grew louder as well as the fucking sexy wet sounds of  his cock sliding in and out and his balls slapping against me.

His eyes never strayed away from my face as he watched me so intently.

His hands slid to my hips, gripping tighter than I expected. I knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but the possessive hold only made me wetter. He drove a little deeper, the curve and piercing hitting that perfect spot over and over until I was crying out with every thrust.

“Dante—oh god—”

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough but tender. “Let me hear you. I want every sound.”

“Fu-fuck…” my eyes rolled back.

“You're so perfect. I want to be buried deep in you every day.”

He kept the pace devastatingly slow and deep. I had never been one for slow sex but this man had a superpower. The pleasure built up until I screamed, walls clenching hard around his cock.

“Fuck! Dante!” Tears rolled out of my eyes.

He rode me through it with even deeper strokes and when I was done, he kissed me and whispered, “Can I keep going?”

I nodded, dazed. “Don’t stop.”

He made love to me like that for what felt like hours and by the time I came for the third time, he buried himself deep in me, groaning my name as his hotseeds spilled inside me.

Afterward, he didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried inside me, holding me close, his arms wrapped around me like he never wanted to let go. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, then along my collarbone, then down my arm.

I felt cherished, safe and more connected to another person than I ever had in my life.

He pressed soft kisses to my temple, cheek and corner of my mouth then reached for his nightstand giving me water and what seemed to be a post pill before pulling me back into his arms. His dick felt so comforting still inside me and I felt it twitch once in a while.

“Stay right here,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

I fell asleep like that with his heartbeat steady against my ear.

I woke up to sunlight and Dante's soft breathing next to me. My body felt sore in the best way possible and I smiled when I remembered why. When I looked down at my body, that's when I noticed the bruises.

There were dark purple fingerprints on my hips where he had gripped me hard. I traced them with my fingers, trying to remember how hard he had held but it hadn't seemed so bad.

I must have made a sound because Dante stirred beside me.

"You okay?" His voice was deep with sleep.

"Yeah, just—" I turned so he could see. "Did you know you left bruises?"

His expression shifted immediately to concern. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget my own strength when I'm with you."

"It's okay. They don't hurt."

"Still. I should've been more careful."

He pulled me back against his chest and I let myself relax into him because the bruises weren't that bad or anything to really worry about but it was a small red flag. I had never been bruised so badly during sex but I brushed it off because every other thing about him was so perfect.

"I should shower," I said eventually.

"Okay. I'll make coffee."

I kissed him and climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

DANTE

I waited until I heard the shower running before I got up and made my move.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, pulled back the covers where she had slept and took pictures of the mess we had made on the sheet. I smiled when I saw the mix of my cum and hers that had spilled out from her. It was beautiful and smelled even better when I leaned down to sniff it.

“Fuck…” my eyes rolled back.

No drug could ever give me this sort of high. But I still wanted to have pictures of the bruises on her. When I had seen them this morning, I wanted nothing more than to give her more and watch her cry in pleasure as I did so. I wanted to lick them up.

I fought so hard to keep my face concerned and not satisfied when she showed me. I wanted to own every inch of her skin.

The sex had been torture. Having her under me, watching her face, hearing every sound she made, feeling her respond to everything I did, it had taken every ounce of control I had to stay gentle when what I wanted was to be rough and take instead of ask. I wanted to show her how much the last eight months had tortured me.

I wanted her to feel the darkness so she would never crave the light. I wanted to ruin her and make her understand that she was mine and I should be her world. But I couldn't yet because she wasn't ready to see that version of me.

I opened the hidden folder in my phone and kept it there alongside other pictures of her naked. I was an obsessed stalker. I heard the shower turn off, making me put my phone away and rush into the kitchen. She walked out a few minutes later with a smile on her face.

"Coffee smells good," she said, wrapping her arms around me from behind.

"It'll be ready in a minute."

She pressed her face against my back and the warmth of her body plus those perky bob pressed against me almost made me bend her over and fuck her in the kitchen but I took a deep breath instead.

Someday she'd be mine completely and I could stop pretending and just be what I actually was.

But not today. Today I had to keep playing boyfriend while I wanted to be owner.

I had to maintain control for just a little bit longer.