Chapter 104 Take your Punishment like a Good Little Bitch
Serena's POV
I leaned back with my mouth left open.
He was hungry for more, I could see it in his eyes.
This had to be the worst punishment.
He dragged me up from my knees and pressed my body against his before capturing my lips in an angry kiss.
His hand went over my ass and squeezed it harshly, running over my jeans before forcefully making space to grab it bare.
I moaned, softening into his touch as his body felt perfect against mine.
I could taste the hunger from his lips and feel the desire off him.
It spiked me, sparking that hunger in me too.
My body trembled though, but I was too far gone to resist.
Then he pulled back surprisingly, looking over my body through my dress in a lustful manner.
“There are consequences for every action,” he muttered.
Then without any warning, he took off his hands from my ass and I wrapped my hands around his neck, preventing myself from falling.
Then he did the unthinkable…
He ripped my shirt from my back and forced off my jeans, tearing it in the process too.
“Argh,” I exclaimed as his action shocked me
But he didn't stop, he ripped off all my clothes, down to my bra and panties, till I was naked and still hanging on to him.
My skin burned everywhere our skin touched, something that refused to get old.
He pulled back all of a sudden and followed his eyes to find him staring at the diamond necklace between my breasts.
It was the same one Marco had gifted me and I'd loved it too much.
He looked like he was going to ask about it, but changed his mind.
He tossed me onto the center of the bed and stood at the edge, hovering over me.
This time around, I didn't feel awkward or nervous as I was completely exposed before him.
I felt needy, like I couldn't wait to have him in me.
He slowly began to remove his clothes, watching me all the way as he took off one item at a time.
I couldn't help but follow his hands, staring at every muscle like I hadn't seen them before.
“You'll soon know what it means to disobey me,” he snarled with his eyes still on me.
The way he had me pinned against the bed with just his eyes staring into mine like he owned every inch of me got me scared.
Maybe he actually did.
In that moment, my heart raced in a way that was born out of fear and greed at the same time.
It was something I never wished to admit, not even to myself.
He took off his jacket, then his shirt, followed by his trousers, till he was bare, just like me.
He ran a hand over my exposed legs, rubbing me just enough to grab my interest.
He pulled me closer to himself without any warning, rushing me over the mattress.
I didn't resist though, I let him have his way with me.
My body was a traitor, it responded to every touch just the way he would want, spreading heat over my body.
"You forget your place," he murmured lowly again, as he leaned over my body.
He placed his hands firmly on either side of my body as his dick slapped the insides of my thighs.
I moaned softly as he fanned how hot breath against my ear before his fingers attacked my walls.
They started by circling my clit with no mercy, no gentleness, just pure dominance that made my legs wobble beside his body.
Pleasure washed over me in a way I never wanted. I wanted to be free, to have my thoughts.
But it was undeniable how good he made me feel.
He kept circling my clit roughly till my hips shot up against his hand, and before I could stop myself, another soft moan escaped my lips.
I tried biting it back, but I couldn't resist the pleasure.
I twisted away, or at least I tried to anyway, but it was no use.
My hands pushed against his solid chest half-heartedly, and he knew it, so his grip tightened around my hair as he held me in place as he continued his torture.
“Dante—please," I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for at this point.
I didn't know whether I wanted him to stop or to keep going. Even my vision blurred from his torment.
"Please what?" He asked harshly as his thumb rubbed faster and rougher now.
My legs kept shaking now as the tension built, building up tightly in my core.
"Please stop? Or please more?” He asked temptingly as he ran a tongue over my neck.
I quivered, not able to form the right words.
“Your body's telling me more, Piccola,” he murmured and the sound of that name from his lips sent more shivers down my spin.
He stopped all of a sudden and leaned closer to my ear.
“You are already wet and ready like the good little slut you are for your punishment," he slurred in a husky voice.
The words stung as the humiliation burned from my cheeks down my neck.
But damn it, it didn't last long as he continued violently, forcing the feeling away immediately.
Then he slipped his finger in roughly and I felt it go all the way through.
“Urgh!” A moan escaped my lips and that only made things worse.
He slipped another one through as my body clenched around his fingers.
I lifted my both legs up as he curled his fingers just right to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
I bit my lip hard to swallow the moans that threatened to break free, so hard I tasted blood.
But against all my efforts, it slipped out anyway, sounding so low and desperate.
Dante chuckled, fanning my neck with his breath again.
"That's what I thought," he murmured, pulling his fingers out of me suddenly, leaving me aching and regretting that he did.
A whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it and he rose to his feet again, pulling me up by my hair.
His cock was right there, hard and throbbing in front of my face.
"Open up. It's time to really earn your forgiveness," he snarled.
I hesitated for a second as I hadn't recovered from the last one just few minutes ago.
But he yanked my hair sharper, drawing a yelp from me, and forcing my mouth open in the process.
Then he thrust in deep, gagging me a little at first as my eyes watered from his full length.
I adjusted quickly, wrapping my lips around him.
"Suck hard. Take your punishment like a good little bitch!”
And I did with my lips tight around his cock and my tongue working the underside as he rocked his hips into me.
He completely controlled everything, choosing how far he thrust into me and how fast I sucked.
I felt the tears falling from my eyes and he laughed, doing the unexpected.