With the gentle squeeze he stopped my wrist. “But this is my throne you’re chained to. I’ll be the one doing the worshiping.” He kissed and sucked his way down my body. Silver hair tickled against my side. The sharp curve of his horn gave a delicious edge of danger to his appearance. I leaned back further against the throne, the gold chain clinked against metal as he brought my knees up, kissing each one before spreading them. Dante paused with hooded eyes. “You look so perfect spread out for me. Yes, something this precious should be coveted.” He kissed along my inner thigh, before he let out a haggard breath and closed his mouth around my pussy.
“Oh gods.”
Dante smacked my pussy, causing me to jump. “Oh no, Princess, you don’t call anyone else’s name in here but mine.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “What happens if I do?”
A slow salacious grin curved his mouth, made all the more arousing with my wetness on his lips. “Oh, how I love it when you’re difficult.” Amethyst eyes stayed locked on mine. He slipped two fingers inside me, curving them up to tease against my sweet spot. I groaned, rocking against him. Something close to a sadistic glint lit his eyes, and that’s when I knew I had fucked up.
All at once, the storm magic rushing through my veins erupted in small electric bursts. I screamed when he concentrated them on the tips of his fingers and drove them mercilessly against my sweet spot. My legs spread wide desperately trying to drive him deeper inside me. The beginnings of my orgasm raced through me like a raging river on a weakened dam. Just before I felt that tantalizing break, the sparks stopped.
“Dante!” I whined.
His eyes softened, “That’s right, sweetheart. Tell me who is making this pretty cunt drip with want.” His fingers dipped in me once more, offering a slight shock.
I whimpered, trying to buck against him. “You are,” I moaned.
He buried his face between my legs, swirling his tongue around my clit as he thrust into me with the maddening electric current. “Louder, sweetheart.”
“Dante, please,” I panted.
“And who am I to you?”
“Fucking hell,” I snarled, grabbing his wrist and grinding myself harder against his hand. I reached up and took hold of his horn, forcing him to look at me. “My husband. My infuriating, beautiful husband who needs to make me come right fucking now!”
He shuddered. “As you wish.” My legs shook as the shockwaves returned in full force. He shook off my hand to bury his face between my thighs. Drawing his broad tongue up my folds before he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked.
“Oh, fuck!” I sobbed. “Yes, Dante, please just like that!”
“Yes,” he growled, watching me break apart in front of him. “My treasure is so hungry for me, isn’t she? Poor thing.” Dante ate me like a man starved, delving his tongue to offset the rhythm of his pulsing fingers. My hands gripped the throne so hard my knuckles paled. Stars blinded my vision as his skilled ministrations brought me to the brink. “Break for me, Cherry. Let me taste your release on my tongue.”
And because my body reveled in answering his commands, I did. The orgasm tearing through me in a violent euphoria. I cried out as his pace quickened, dragging the orgasm out to an almost brutal length before it rose again. “Please,” I whimpered.
“I have you. Give me another, I crave the sweet taste of you.” My back arched, head falling back in a scream of a second orgasm that may have to be arrested for murder, because I died and came back.
When he finally released me, I collapsed against the stone. Resting my forehead against the cool surface.
Gaze ravenous, he skimmed one big hand down my side, my body trembling beneath his light touch. Gently, he guided me to face away from him, kneeling on his throne. Much to my relief, the plush cushion shielded my knees from the hard gold. “Oh Princess, by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be a sweet little puddle at my feet. If you ask nicely, I may consider letting you catch your breath before I do it again.”
He drew a hand over the curve of my ass, squeezing it as he got rid of his pants. His thick length dragged against my folds, making me moan with anticipation. Just before the head dipped inside, he brushed my hair back, leaving gentle kisses on my shoulder. “Is this still alright?”
“Yes, don’t make me wait. Please.”
Needing no further invitation, his thick cock buried inside of me, stretching my walls until I shuddered. He gripped my hip, driving himself further before his hand slid to my throat, bending my head back to kiss at my temple. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good, Princess.”
“Oh, god--ahh!” A sharp slap to my tit caused the word to die my throat. In a quick motion, Dante removed one of the ties on my pigtails, used it to bind my hair in a bun, then seized it like a rein to yank my head back.
“What did you say?” he asked in a whisper. His gentle tone at odds with the rough treatment of my body.
Shameless, my back arched, driving my ass higher as I mewled out a response. “I said, ‘Please fuck me, Dante.’”
“Atta girl,” he groaned, grinding himself deep into me until I was crammed full. Blinding sensation swirled through taught flesh until I was left stuffed and bare and oh so right. My chain tinked against his throne when he thrust deep.
The slight pain of his fist in my hair, the controlling way his fingers dug into my hip, and that telltaletinkof the chain on his throne had me crying out his name.
“That’s it.”Tink.“Sing for me, my beautiful wife.”Tink. “Never have I heard something so sweet.”Tink.
His cock was relentless, slamming into me with a speed that made it impossible to keep track of time. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was more. More of his cock, more of his hands, and most of all, more of his voice.
