“Tell me who you belong to.”His mouth was against my ear now, his body pressed along my back, one hand between my legs while the other held the belt.“Say it, Caterina.”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckled, dark and low.“Oh, I will.But first, you’re going to admit the truth.”
His fingers pushed inside me, and I couldn’t stop the sound that escaped my throat -- half moan, half sob.He worked me hard, finding exactly the spots that made my legs shake, building pleasure that I desperately didn’t want but couldn’t stop.
“You ran because you’re scared.”His thumb found my clit, circled it with maddening pressure.“Scared of how much you want this.How much you want me to take control.To make all your decisions.To own every part of you.”
“No.”The word came out as barely a whisper.
“Yes.”His fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars.“You’re soaking wet, Caterina.Dripping for me.Your pussy is clenching around my fingers like it’s trying to pull me deeper.”
I pressed my forehead against the wall and felt my resistance crumbling.The pleasure was building too high, too fast.I was going to come and he knew it, could probably feel it in how my inner muscles were starting to flutter around his fingers.
Then he stopped.
Pulled his hand away completely, left me hanging on the edge with a whimper I couldn’t suppress.
“Not yet.”His voice held dark satisfaction.“You don’t get to come until you admit the truth.Until you acknowledge exactly who you belong to.”
He moved away, and I heard the sound of a zipper.Fabric rustling.Then his hands were on my hips, pulling them back, positioning me.
I felt him against my entrance -- hot and hard.He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me with a thoroughness that made my breath catch.
“God.”The word escaped as he bottomed out inside me, his hips flush against my abused backside, the pain from the belt strikes mixing with the fullness of him until I couldn’t separate the sensations.
“Not God.”He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in hard enough to make me gasp.“Me.Say my name, Caterina.Tell me who’s fucking you.Who owns this body.”
He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust deliberate and controlled, hitting spots inside me that made coherent thought impossible.His fingers found my clit again, circling with exactly the pressure I needed while he fucked me against the wall.
The pleasure built higher.Impossibly higher.I was going to shatter, going to break apart completely, and still he didn’t let me tip over the edge.
“Say it.”Another thrust.Another circle of his fingers.“Admit who you belong to and I’ll let you come.”
“Dante.”His name broke out of me like a confession.“Dante, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me -- I can’t -- please.”I was begging now, shameless in my need.The pain from the belt strikes had transformed into something else entirely, amplifying every sensation until I existed only in the place where our bodies joined.
“Tell me you’re mine.”His voice was rough now, his control finally starting to slip.“Say the words and I’ll give you what you need.”
Pride warred with desperate need.Pride lost.
“I’m yours.”The words came out broken, barely audible.“I belong to you.Please, Dante, I need --”
“Yes, you do.”His fingers pressed harder against my clit, his thrusts coming faster.“You need me.Need this.Need to be owned and controlled and fucked until you can’t remember your own name.”
His teeth found my shoulder, biting hard enough to mark.That pushed me over the edge -- the pain and pleasure combining into something that made me scream as the orgasm tore through me.Wave after wave of it, my body clenching around him while he kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was sobbing.
He followed seconds later, his rhythm faltering as he came inside me with a groan against my shoulder.We stayed like that for a moment -- him buried deep, me pinned against the wall, both of us breathing hard.
Then he pulled out carefully and reached up to untie my wrists.My arms fell to my sides, muscles screaming from being held above my head.I couldn’t stand on my own.My legs had turned to water.
Dante caught me before I fell, lifting me easily and carrying me to the leather couch.He laid me down with surprising gentleness, then draped his jacket over my naked body.
I curled into myself, my body still shaking with aftershocks, my mind trying to process what had just happened.What I’d admitted.What I’d let him do.
