All In (Firsts and Forever 2)

He blinked at me in surprise. “Why on earth would you agree to this?”

“Because I want you, Dante. And if this is what it takes in order to be with you, then I’m certainly willing to try it.”

“Charlie….”

“Do these things give you pleasure, Dante? Whipping someone? Tying them up?”

There was raw emotion in his voice when he said, “Yes.”

“I want to give you pleasure, Dante. God I want that. Please let me.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” he whispered. I thought he was going to turn and walk away.

But in the next instant he was shoving me up against the cabinet behind me, his mouth claiming mine in a brutal kiss. He pulled the towel off my hips and grabbed my wrists and slammed my hands against the cabinet, holding me in place. My lips parted under his and he tasted my mouth, his big, powerful body pressing against me, pinning me down.

“Oh God, yes Dante,” I moaned as he bit my earlobe, my entire body coming alive, practically humming with desire.

He swung me onto the kitchen floor and climbed on top of me, again holding my hands down on either side of my head, his fingers laced with mine. His thigh parted my legs as he claimed my mouth again and I cried out against his lips, my hard cock pressed against him.

There was no time to psych myself out, no room for panic, no chance for fear to take over. There was only blinding desire and Dante, taking what he needed, and I gave myself over to it entirely. To him entirely.

He was like a different person, powerful, confident, commanding. I saw then just how much he’d been holding back, how careful he’d been with me these last couple days. Everything before this point had been just for me, to make me comfortable, to make me feel good. And now I so desperately wanted him to feel good, too.

Dante brought me up into a seated position and took hold of my hair and pulled my head back. He kissed and licked my neck before moving down my body and biting my nipples, not hard enough to break the skin, but not soft, either. And then he pulled back just a couple inches, passion burning in the depths of his dark eyes. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely positive you want to do this, Charlie?”

“Yes. God yes. Please let me pleasure you, Dante.”

With a deep breath, he swung me face down across his lap. And then he brought his hand down on my ass. Hard.

The sound that tore from me was as much a moan as a yell. He grasped my arm and pinned it behind my back, using it to hold me in place on his lap as he spanked me again, another incredibly hard slap. And another. I bucked on his lap but made no effort to escape.

Instead, I gave myself over to it, to the pain, to pure, raw sex, to intense, forbidden pleasure as a part of me I’d never been aware of took over, surrendering myself to this man, to his needs. To my needs.

God I needed this.

Again and again he beat my ass, the pain crescendoing as my moans and yells turned into something wild, primal. After a while I realized he was moaning too, his cock rock hard and pressing against me as I lay across his lap.

I was sure I was going to cum just like this, just from the beating he was giving me. But abruptly, he stopped hitting me and rolled me onto my back on the floor. He took hold of both of my wrists, holding them in one of his hands, and yanked my arms up over my head. With his other hand, he unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it free of his waist, then used it to bind my hands together. He fastened the loose end around one of the legs of the wrought iron table, and as soon as I was secured, he grabbed something off the kitchen counter.

He held a glass bottle of olive oil and drizzled some over my cock and balls, then took hold of my hard shaft and started pumping me, the oil acting as lubricant. He freed his straining cock from his pants and boxers and started stroking himself as well, kneeling between my spread legs, and I realized he intended to finish us off this way. I begged shamelessly, my voice shaking, “Please Dante, take me. Fuck me. I need you in me. Please.” My fear was totally forgotten. I was that completely aroused, that caught up in the moment.

But instead of fucking me as I’d expected, he released my cock and pushed two oil-slicked fingers inside me, and I gasped at the sudden penetration. He finger fucked me quickly, roughly, and when I was about to cum he dropped down between my legs and took my cock down his throat as he continued to work my hole. It only took a few hard sucks and then I was yelling as I came, bucking into his mouth, pulling against my restraints.