Madison woke up to find Dante’s hard cock pressed against her ass. She worked her hips on it to try to help it find her entrance. Ugh, why did she have these stupid pants on? She reached for his cock and could feel the weight of it in her hand. With her other, she tried to pull her clothes off.
Why wasn’t Dante helping? It was normal for him to pull her panties to the side and plunge in. He couldn’t because she had pants and panties on.
“Dante.” It had been like routine that when she said his name, he knew what she wanted and gave it to her, but this time was different.
Dante peeled her hand off his cock and moved her over to the opposite side of the bed.
Right, that’s why she had on pants and panties. So this wouldn’t happen. If it had been someone else, they wouldn’t have stopped her. But that was one thing with Dante. If there was anything iffy or if there wasn’t clear consent, he wouldn’t move forward.
Even in the middle of the night, he would make sure she was awake and wanted it, before he acted. He rolled over, and she lay there embarrassed. She wanted to cry herself to sleep, but that would go against everything she was trying not to do. She didn’t want him to know she was awake. She lay there until she fell asleep.
It happened several times that night, because in sleep, they would be drawn together. Each time Dante moved her over. She guessed that that was the last straw because he just got up and left the room and then she did let soft sobs take over until she cried herself back to sleep.
****
Madison woke up alone. She wasn’t sure if Dante was still home or not. She needed to meet her model Becky that afternoon. She would have to tell her the location had changed. Or maybe she would just do it at her place. They packed it up, but she still had the apartment for the month.
She dressed and went out to find Dante in the kitchen.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, thank you.” She took the coffee he held out for her. She didn’t know where to look, she could only remember him rejecting her over and over and over during the night. He looked tired. Where had he gone to sleep when he left the bedroom?
“What are your plans for the day?”
“Nothing much. Fashion week is this weekend, so it’s just the final touches. I meet with Becky today, and tomorrow the fashion house is letting me do the interview.”
“Oh, that’s great.”
“Yeah. They were more sympathetic once they learned Henry had died.”
“I can see you beating yourself up, but you didn’t know. You were doing what you believed was best in the situation. We can always see the better path after you’ve taken a different one.” He sat his coffee cup down. “Come here, please. You look like you need a hug.”
And she did. Her legs didn’t listen to her brain and walked her over to Dante’s embrace. It was comforting being in his arms again.
“I wanted to talk to you about a couple things before I left for the day.”
“Ok, sure.” She stepped back. Her body reacted to being near to his, and she needed to put some space between the two of them.
“First, I looked for a house in our holdings, but there is nothing that fits what we will both need. So I’ll work with Lucca to find a place.”
“Ok. How long do you think that will take?”
“I’m not sure.”
“How long did it take you to find this place?”
“It took a couple of years to find it, and then I needed to renovate it, so it was close to three years before I moved in.”
Shit. She couldn’t go on like last night for three years. She didn’t know how she would make it a week.
“Second, I’ve assigned men to follow you, just to make sure you’re ok.”
“Why?”
“Because of my ties, people might think that by getting to you they can get to me.”
“So I’m in danger again.”
