Chapter 42: A COLLAR

MIA

We were in the bedroom, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I had just finished unpacking the last of my things when Dante stepped behind me, his hands settling on my hips. He pressed a slow kiss to the side of my neck, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a black leather choker with a small silver lock dangled from the front.

“I want you to wear this,” he said quietly, voice low and commanding.

I took it from him, fingers tracing the soft leather. It was beautiful, expensive and discreet enough to wear daily but my heart raced regardless.

“What does it mean?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“It means you’re mine. So that every time another man sees you, he will know that you belong to someone who doesn't take having you lightly.” He brushed my hair aside and fastened it around my throat, the lock clicking softly into place. The leather was snug but comfortable. “You don’t take it off unless I say so.”

I touched the choker and felt heat pooled low in my belly.

Dante turned me to face him, eyes dark with lust. “On the bed, Mia. I want to watch you.”

My cheeks burned, but I obeyed, climbing onto the large bed and leaning back against the pillows. Dante stood at the foot, watching me with an intense stare. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a sleek black, thick, curved vibrator with a bulbous head.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered softly. “Slowly.”

I stripped for him, piece by piece, until I was completely naked. The choker felt heavier now, pressing against my throat as my breathing quickened. I was already wet, thighs slick with arousal.

Dante handed me the vibrator. “Turn it on the low setting first. I want you to fuck yourself with it while I watch. Show me how you touch what’s mine.”

My hands trembled as I switched it on. The low, steady buzz filled the room. I spread my legs wider, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his gaze then pressed the vibrating head against my clit and gasped at the immediate jolt of pleasure.

“Good girl,” Dante murmured, eyes locked between my thighs. “Slide it inside you slowly. I want to see every inch disappear into that pretty cunt.”

I bit my lip and obeyed, sliding the thick toy through my folds before pushing it inside. The feeling made me moan softly, the vibrations rumbling deep inside me. I started fucking myself with it with slow, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper as pleasure built.

Dante’s breathing grew heavier. He palmed himself through his pants but didn’t undress, content to watch me unravel for him.

“Faster,” he commanded. “I want to hear how wet you are.”

The obscene, wet sounds of the vibrator plunging in and out of me filled the room. I moaned louder, hips rocking to meet every thrust. My free hand moved to my breast, pinching my nipple the way he liked.

“Look at me,” he said roughly. “Eyes on me while you fuck yourself with my toy.”

Our gazes locked. His eyes were black with lust, jaw tight as he watched me. The choker felt like a brand around my throat, a visible claim as I pleasured myself for him.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded.

“You,” I gasped, thrusting the vibrator deeper. “I belong to you, Dante.”

“Louder.”

“I belong to you!” I screamed desperately. Pleasure started to build in my core as I got closer to the edge but I knew better than to cum without permission.

He stepped closer, one hand stroking my thigh possessively. “Such a good girl. Look how well you take it. Your cunt is dripping all over the sheets for me. Keep going, I want you right on the edge but not over it.”

I whimpered, obeying. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly inside me, the curved head pressing perfectly against my g-spot with every thrust. My thighs trembled, nipples were hard and aching. The leather choker pressed against my throat with every gasp as I panted.

Dante watched every second and every inch of my body from the way my back arched to the way my pussy clenched visibly around the toy and the way my face twisted with pleasure. He was breathing hard, hand still palming his obvious erection a bit faster but he didn’t touch himself further.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re desperate,” he murmured. “Keep fucking yourself. Show me how badly you need to come for your owner.”

I was shaking now, moans turning into broken whimpers. The pleasure was overwhelming and i wanted to beg, but I held it back, focusing on his dark, satisfied gaze instead.

Dante leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear. “You’re mine, Mia. Say it while you fuck yourself with my toy.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Only yours.”

He kissed me, taking away my last breath as I shook with the intense effort it took for me to hold out on my orgasm. Then he pulled back.

“Get fully on your back,” he ordered softly. “Head toward the edge of the bed.”

I obeyed, lying down with my head hanging slightly off the mattress feeling disappointed that I didn't finish but didn't dare complain. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, his thick cock heavy and leaking as he climbed onto the bed. Then he positioned himself above me, knees on either side of my head, his cock hovering just above my mouth.

“Open,” he commanded.

I parted my lips then he lowered himself slowly, feeding his cock into my mouth as he settled his face between my thighs. The position was overwhelming with his heavy balls resting against my forehead, his thick length sliding over my tongue, while his hot breath ghosted over my dripping pussy.

We were in a 69 position. Normally, the woman ought to be on top but I knew he wanted to punish me more by putting me below and it made my pussy clench at the thought.

He groaned deeply as I sucked him in, hollowing my cheeks. At the same time, his tongue dragged slowly from my entrance to my clit, licking me like he was savoring the taste. The dual sensation made me moan loudly around his cock, the vibration traveling through him.

“Fuck, Mia,” he growled against my pussy. “Your mouth feels incredible. Suck me deeper while I eat this pretty cunt.”

He pushed his hips down, sliding more of his length into my throat. The angle made it easier for him to fuck my face, but harder for me to breathe. I gagged softly, eyes watering, but I took him eagerly, tongue swirling around the underside of his shaft.

Dante rewarded me by burying his face between my legs. His tongue plunged inside me, fucking me little thrusts of his tongue while his nose rubbed against my clit. The wet, filthy sounds of him devouring me mixed with the obscene gagging noises coming from my throat filled the air. It seemed I had a kink for hearing such sounds.

He pulled back just enough to speak, voice rough. “You’re so wet for me, look at you dripping down my chin like a good girl. Keep sucking my cock while I taste you.”

I moaned around him, taking him deeper, relaxing my throat as best I could. He started moving his hips in slow thrusts, fucking my mouth while his tongue returned to my clit, licking firm circles that made my thighs shake.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Every time he thrust forward, his balls pressed against my face and his musky scent surrounded me. Every time he licked my clit, sparks shot through my entire body.

He groaned loudly, the sound vibrating against my core. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock down your throat. You’re doing so well. Such a perfect little cocksucker for me.”

I whimpered around him, sucking harder, my hands coming up to grip his thighs. He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers inside my pussy, curling them against my g-spot while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit.

The pleasure built higher and higher. I was lost in him from his taste to his scent and the weight of his body over mine.

Dante’s thrusts became a little deeper and little faster. He was moaning against my pussy now, the vibrations pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His fingers pumped faster inside me while his tongue worked my clit without mercy.

“You’re getting so tight around my fingers,” he groaned, voice muffled. “I can feel how close you are. But you’re going to come with my cock down your throat, aren’t you?”

I moaned loudly in response, the sound vibrating around his length. He fucked my mouth a little harder, hips rolling as he chased his own pleasure while driving me higher.

The orgasm hit me suddenly and I couldn't stop it.

My whole body seized, walls clamping down around his fingers as pleasure exploded through me. I screamed around his cock, the sound muffled and wet as I shook violently beneath him. My throat clamped around his length, milking him as I came hard.

Dante groaned deeply, hips jerking. “Fuck— Mia—”

He thrusted deep one final time and came down my throat. The thick, hot strings of cum flooded my mouth as he held himself there, moaning my name against my pussy. I swallowed as much as I could, but some spilled from the corners of my lips, dripping down my chin.

He stayed buried in my throat for a long moment, both of us trembling through the aftershocks. Then he carefully pulled out, strings of cum and saliva connecting us as he moved. He turned around and gathered me into his arms, kissing me deeply, tasting both of us on my tongue.

“You were perfect,” he whispered against my lips, voice wrecked. “So fucking perfect for me.”

I curled into his chest, still shaking, the leather choker pressing warmly against my throat as I drifted in his arms.