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And just as my orgasm finally began to ebb, he released my cock from his mouth and got up on his knees between my legs. He yelled as he shot his load all over my naked body and went right on finger fucking me, milking my cum out of me as I moaned and writhed.
When finally we were both spent, he pulled his fingers out of me carefully. He crawled around beside me and kissed me, gently, tenderly. And then when he’d caught his breath, he sat up and looked down at me and said, “I couldn’t fuck you. God I wanted to. But I would have torn you open. There was no way I could have been patient and prepared you enough, not while I was that aroused.”
“Thank you for taking care of me, Dante.”
His concerned dark eyes searched my face. “I was still pretty rough with you. Are you ok?”
“Better than ok.” I smiled up at him and said, “That was absolutely amazing.”
He grinned at me. “You actually liked it?”
I chuckled and said, “Really? My rock hard cock wasn’t enough of an indicator of just how much I loved that? You have to ask?”
He wiped his oily hands on a paper towel, then lightly ran a caress down my naked body. I was still bound to the table, totally naked, totally exposed. But I felt so good, so relaxed, that being in this position didn’t bother me in the least. “You continually astound me, angel,” he said softly.
“So do you.” I was grinning happily.
He leaned in and kissed me again, then said, “I’ll untie you in a minute. I just want to savor the sight of you like this a little longer.” He looked so happy, so content as he smiled down at me and brushed back my hair.
“I’m in no hurry,” I murmured. He went back to exploring my body, lightly caressing, tracing the lines of my abs, then rolling my nipple between two fingers, hardening into a little bead as my cock jumped. And I said, “You know, I’m still tied up. If you felt like going for round two, I certainly wouldn’t object.”
“It’s amazing that you’re so relaxed, so ok with all of this.”
“I guess I always just needed someone to take control. Turns out I don’t panic when I’m caught up in the moment and someone else is guiding me.”
Just then someone knocked on the front door. I frowned at that, and Dante said, “If we don’t answer, maybe they’ll go away,” before rolling my other nipple between his fingers.
And then a woman’s voice called out, “Charlie? Are you in there?”
I think I stopped breathing for a moment, my heart stuttering, my eyes going wide.
Dante saw my reaction and asked, “Who is that?”
And I said, very quietly, “It’s my mother.”
Chapter Seven
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, and quickly unfastened the belt from around my wrists, then stood up and began straightening his clothes, tucking his shirt in, zipping his pants as I sat up and stared dumbfounded at the front door, directly in my line of sight past the kitchen and living room.
“What’s she doing here?” I murmured.
“Want me to tell her to leave?” Dante asked, holding his hand out to me. I took it automatically, and he pulled me to my feet.
“No. It must be important. She wouldn’t come here otherwise.” I was a bit dazed as I looked down at myself. I was completely naked, my cock slick with oil, Dante’s cum all over my body. “Fuck,” I whispered, realizing the state I was in.
“Angel, go get in the shower. I’ll let her in if you want me to, and stall her while you get yourself together,” Dante told me as he ran his belt around his waist and buckled it in place, then smoothed his hair down.
I nodded and did as I was told, padding naked through the kitchen and living room, then stepping through my bedroom door and closing it and locking it behind me. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and got under the water and washed myself with shaking hands.
What was she doing here? Had she figured out I’d broken into her house, and was she here to have me arrested? I didn’t think she was here to reconcile, not after the way they’d weeded me out of their life and tried to throw away every sign that I’d ever existed.
I shut off the water after a couple minutes and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself quickly and ran a comb through my wet hair, then went to the bedroom and got dressed. As I was tying my shoes, I noticed something, and it brought me up short. Both of my wrists were red and chafed from the way I’d pulled against the belt. Oh God. How was I going to explain that to my mother? How would I explain that to anyone? It was too private, too personal to put it out there for the world to see. After thinking for a moment, I pulled on my new oversized Forty Niners sweatshirt and tugged the sleeves down to my knuckles before taking a deep breath and leaving the bedroom.
