Chapter 37 Pay the Price
Serena's POV
Just about a week ago, when this all started, I understood clearly what was expected of me back then. And now? I'm faced with a brutal reminder. I know what is needed from me.
I raised my head and stared deeply into the eyes of Dante, desperately searching for any flicker of softness, any sign that he saw the pain burning inside of me.
I hoped he could see the raw ache from feeling like a toy in his hands. Or maybe he could see the confusion and exhaustion behind my gaze.
But he stared right back with those same cold eyes and that piercing gaze he'd worn the day he pulled me from the chaos I had created, from Luca's hands. No warmth, no mercy. Just dead eyes.
My heart sank immediately and I lowered my gaze defeatedly. The message had hit me straight in the face, I was nothing to him. Just a plaything, a secret to keep hidden and used when he likes. Never more. Never equals.
Slowly, I dropped to my knees fully before him, folding my legs under my weight like a good little puppy. I reached over to the bed and carefully picked up my phone from where it had slipped earlier, sliding it into my pocket.
"No," he said sharply, shocking me and drawing my attention to him immediately. I looked up slowly to find him stranded with his hand outstretched in my direction.
I hesitated, scared he had been suspecting me and now he'd check through my phone and find the unknown number's texts.
But after a few more awkward seconds, I handed the phone over to him reluctantly. He took it without a word and placed it on the table behind him.
"No phones right now," he remarked and I slowly let out a breath of relief. Then he positioned himself again, towering over me and spat out the meanest set of words I had heard all day. "Do your master good."
I forced a tight-lipped smile, nothing behind it and reached out slowly for his trousers. My hands trembled as I undid his belt buckle, the metal, then took down his zipper. I closed my eyes before pulling down his shorts and freeing his cock.
I opened my eyes slowly to find it already hard and flopping barely an inch away from my eyes. I heard Dante chuckle but I ignored him as I wrapped my hands around it, drawing a sigh from him.
I took one more look up at him, pleading silently and hoping he'd stop this.
But he placed a hand on my head, firmly gripping my hair and pulling me forward. "Now," he ordered.
With that, I leaned in and took him into my mouth. I started slowly at first, wrapping my lips around the head.
"Urgh," he groaned, tightening his fingers around my hair. That taste I had gotten used to these past weeks filled my mouth. I worked on him carefully, using my tongue to swirl around his cock and trying to keep the act up. No passion behind it, it all felt like duty.
But he wasn't having any of that. "Deeper!" He growled, thrusting forward and pushing himself farther down my throat.
I gagged a bit as my eyes water, but I adjusted in time, taking more of him and sucking harder. His hand guided me roughly, pulling me in and setting the pace. "That's it. Suck daddy's cock like you mean it."
The words stung, more reminders of my pathetic state. The little girl inside me who didn't want to be bossed around resisted, but I knew better than to stand up to Dante in this state, especially after all I've cost him.
So I hollowed my cheeks more and stroked the base faster, putting more effort to make him pleased. He moaned louder, rocking his hips into me. "Good girl. Just like that."
Then he stepped suddenly and pulled me up roughly, before spinning me around. "Bend over!" He commanded.
I obeyed without any protest, leaning over on the edge of the bed even as my heart raced, not necessarily from want, but merely out of fear.
He yanked my jeans down and my panties with them, exposing my bare behind. His hand then smacked my ass hard, drawing a moan from me.
"You forget who owns you?" He trash talked before smacking my ass again. "This body is mine!"
I bit my lip, holding back tears. "Dante—"
"Quiet!" He shushed me immediately. I did so and planted my face into the sheets. A few seconds later, I felt his cock rubbing against the walls of my pussy. He was teasing me, something he must have learnt that I go crazy for.
"You take what I give. When I give you!"
I tried to fight it, but there was no use. He knew how to press my buttons and soon, I was hungry for that large cock.
It wasn't long before I felt him push in with one long thrust, filling me to my ends.
"Argh!" I gasped as my body betrayed me. I felt that family milk drool from my insides despite everything. I moved against him, clenching around him. I followed his movements as he kept thrusting into me.
He groaned and put his hands over my hips, guiding me as he kept pounding into me.
"So fucking tight!" He yelled and pulled back sharply. I barely had time to breath before he slammed into me again with force.
The pace quickened, offering me no space as he took control at every point. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me till I rocked him back with all I had.
I gripped the sheets, burying my face deeper into the mattress to muffle the moans I didn't want to let out. But I had stopped fighting it, he was hitting the spot with every thrust and I was left pleading for more."Dante, please..."
"Please what?" He smacked my ass again, not stopping for once. "Beg for it!"
"Please... harder," I begged with no iota of shame.
He laughed darkly. "That's my girl."
And without any warning, he pulled out of me and flipped me over till I laid on my back. He spread my legs wide and entered again, pulling me up till I was practically sitting on the waist high mattress.
I wrapped my legs around his torso and grinded against him as fast as I could while he pluttered into me.
He pulled my face up till our eyes locked. "Look at me! Look at the face that owns this pussy!" He yelled.
I did, even with tears in my eyes, but I couldn't look away. His jaw was locked, inhuman as he continued his show of dominance, raw power.
His thrusts then fell slower, turning into teasing hits every now and then. He just rolled hips into me. "Cum for daddy!" He commanded, using his thumb to rub over my clit.
I shattered over him, arching my back and crying out as waves crashed out. My body shook, clenching him tight.
He didn't stop, he kept pounding through my cum. He flipped positions again, dropping to his back and putting me on top. His hands found my tits under my shirt before dropping to my waist. "Fuck me. Show me you're mine," he ordered again.
I rode him slowly at first, lacking the energy but I pushed myself to move faster against my will. His groans fueled me on, his hands squeezed my breasts through the shirt till he began pulling it over my head.
I helped him and he took it off, I now sat completely naked. He sat up and sucked my tits shortly before dropping down to the bed again.
"Faster," he commanded.
I obeyed, bouncing faster now, loving the sound of our skins slapping against each other. I was lost in it.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me and thrusting up wickedly. He planted his lips on my neck, biting my skin softly. "You are mine. All mine," he whispered.
And with one final cum, we crashed back onto the bed with me on top. Our chests moved heavily against each other as he ran a hand down my back from my hair.
Exhaustion took over my eyes quickly as they grew heavy in his arms.
Just as I faded into sleep, he leaned over and whispered into my ear. "For everything you need, you must be willing to pay the price.”