SWNOVELS Chapter 29
My morning workouts have recently been replaced with sex. It’s just oral sex for now, but it’s amazing, and so much better than nothing. I enjoy waking Vanessa up with my face between her legs. But I’m not stupid. I know that Vanessa is quick to go down on me after I lick her pussy just to hold back the one thing she refuses to let me have. I need to be inside of her, to fill up that tight, empty part of her body with my own, making her mine. Claiming her. Owning her. Coming inside of her even if I know my seed won’t ever impregnate her.
Thank god for that.
As much as I may want to keep my butterfly, I know I have to set her free. I won’t let her be taken from me like the other women I tried to love. The women who were unfortunate to cross paths with me, putting a bullseye on their heads.
Eager to push those thoughts away, I slip under the covers. Like usual, Vanessa is sleeping on her back in nothing but my plain tee and a sexy pair of black satin panties I bought her. I hover above her lower body on my hands and knees. Rather than take her panties all the way off, I gently tug the crotch of her thong to the side to flick the tip of my tongue over her clit.
“Dante!” she cries out above the covers in surprise as she tries to squirm away. It never gets old, hearing her wake up shouting my name, like I’m the only man in whatever dream she was having before I interrupted.
I place my palm down firmly on her pelvis to hold her in place as I continue licking her.
Vanessa throws back the covers to see me, and I pause long enough to say, “Good morning, butterfly,” then get right back to work, licking her faster.
Her arms flail by her sides, fingers seeking something to grip, settling on the bedding as her hips begin to rock toward my tongue.
When I pump two fingers in and out of her, she chants, “Yes, yes, YES!” Her shouts and shiver tell me I’ve found the perfect spot. Some mornings I’ve taken my time, getting her to the height of pleasure, then pulling back, making her wait. This morning though, I’m so hard my dick is leaking, so I’m all about instant gratification.
Vanessa’s legs shake on either side of my head, even faster than usual. They clamp down as she moans through her orgasm, tightening around my fingers that are still fucking her.
She’s still panting, not yet fully recovered when I move up her body, pushing her shirt up so I can drag my teeth over one of her breasts. At the same time, I shove my boxer briefs down my legs to kick them off. By the time my mouth reaches her neck I’m long and thick, pressing right up against her now soaking wet panties. Her arms come around me, holding me to her, fingernails digging in my shoulders as if she thinks I’m going somewhere.
“Eating you for breakfast gets me so hard,” I say as I devour her neck while my hips begin to rock, poking that soft spot of hers that I have to have, or I’ll die. This morning I don’t want a blowjob, I want this. “I’m gonna come all over your soaking wet panties.”
When my cock slides over her still sensitive clit, Vanessa lifts her hips for more pressure, wrapping them around my waist. The move lines our lower bodies up in that perfect way. Nothing but a thin strip of satin lies between me and heaven.
I’m hard enough to plow right through the material too, until Vanessa reaches down, wrapping her fingers around my girth and diverting it away, drawing a growl of frustration from me.
“Come on my breasts,” she says as she somehow wiggles her way down my body that’s pinned above her, tugging her shirt over her head as she goes.
The sight of her beautiful bare breasts momentarily distracts me, just as she intended.
“I want to come inside of you,” I ground out through my clenched teeth as I hang my head to see her face. She slides lower, as if avoiding eye contact.
“Fuck my mouth then,” she replies softly before the first swipe of her tongue sweeps over the head of my cock. A groan of pleasure escapes me since my dick doesn’t know I’m pissed.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
She sucks on the entire crown, giving it hard pulls, trying to distract me. And it works.
I sit back on my heels to watch Vanessa lift her head to take more of my length, loving the sight of it disappearing into her mouth again and again.
While I want to slam deep into her throat, hear her gag, I hold back. I let her suck me how she wants, making me feel so good and so bad all at the same time because I know it’s nothing more than a fucking diversion.
If she insists on keeping my dick in her mouth, then so be it.
My head falls back, my mouth opens on a groan when she takes me deep, and swallows. The third time she does this is the charm. I cup the back of her head, holding her face to my body as my dick begins to throb with my release.
I’m even kind enough to pull back a little so she can gulp it all down. Every drop.
When my cock begins to soften, Vanessa presses on my thighs, urging me to let her up.
“Not yet,” I tell her, and her green eyes widen. “You’re going to stay right there and keep my dick nice and wet until I get hard again.”
Her eyes narrow as if in anger, but she doesn’t try to push me off her. After a few minutes, Vanessa’s face seems resolved, and my knees begin to hurt.
Keeping my hand on the back of her head, I roll to the right, lying on my side while still clutching Vanessa’s mouth to me until she’s on her side as well. I adjust the pillow so it’s under my head, getting comfortable. I even throw my leg over Vanessa’s back and play with her hair. She hums around my shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through me before she reaches around to squeeze my ass playfully. Her other hand slides up my stomach, her fingertips exploring the dips and valleys of my abs reverently.
This may be my favorite punishment yet.
Vanessa
Having sex with Dante doesn’t have to be a big deal.
We’ve done plenty of other things, and he doesn’t seem to be getting bored with me yet so why should sex be any different for us?
I can give him this last piece of me and not fall for him.
It’s just sex—a few more orgasms. We can have amazing sex and then when the seventy-six days are up, I’ll be the one who gets to walk away from him.
Or he’ll handcuff me to his bed and keep me here day and night.
I didn’t think such a thing was even possible for the mafia king until he refused to let me take my mouth off his dick.
The man came, I swallowed, that should’ve been it. But Dante kept sitting on top of me, staring me down like I had done something horrendous to him.
He’s angry that I wouldn’t let his cock slip past my wet panties to finally penetrate me. I wanted to, but something keeps holding me back from letting him inside of me. It’s probably my heart.
Oral sex is fun and sexy, nothing like making love. Not that I think Dante would make love. No, he would definitely fuck me, at least the first hundred times.
But before my time is up, I believe there would come a day, maybe a morning, when he filled me, then stared down at me while moving slowly, making me think he loved me. That’s not what this is between us or ever will be.
If I didn’t know that before, I do now as he continues to make me suck on his flaccid cock like it’s my new favorite pacifier.
And I know I could stop if I wanted to, I just…don’t.
I actually enjoy the way he cradles my head to his lower body, absently stroking my hair. That innocent touch and his leg thrown over me is probably as close to a cuddle as the mafia king can get. Of course, it includes my mouth on his favorite body part as well.
“How long do you think I should make you stay down there?” Dante eventually asks, breaking the silence. “Should I cancel my meetings for the morning? For the entire day?”
An entire day? He can’t be serious.
Propping his head up on his elbow, he glances down at me. His scruffy handsome face is so damn smug. He tugs on my hair, and I assume that means he’s expecting an answer from me.
I hum and shrug my shoulders, as if to say I don’t really care either way. It’s not like I had any plans today before he made me his human cock warmer.
The vibration of sound causes Dante’s eyes to shutter. His shaft twitches in my mouth, telling me he liked it. I apply suction, which is easier when he isn’t long and hard, but getting there.
“Good girl. All day it is, butterfly.” He groans. The way he cups the back of my head feels like a loving caress rather than a demand for more.
As if the gangster could ever love someone for anything more than orgasms.
And why does hearing the bastard call me a good girl cause my core to throb incessantly?
“I shouldn’t be angry at you,” Dante says softly as his fingertips trail down the side of my face. “I told you I could be patient. It’s not your fault I underestimated myself. Having you in my bed, feeling your mouth on me, it’s more than I deserve.”
I don’t like seeing this side of Dante. Not because he’s being vulnerable, but because it makes me understand him more. I already care for him more than I should.
Sure, he may be rich and powerful, but he doesn’t trust anyone around him, and he constantly worries for his daughters’ safety, to the point that they hate him for it.
I wonder if anyone has ever loved the mafia king. He never talks about his mother, and his father was a raging asshole, apparently. The girls I’m certain love him, even if they don’t agree with his harsh parenting decisions imposed on them. But given the chance, they will gladly leave him to escape this life, the mafia world. Eli stays by his side out of obligation, not love. The same likely goes for the rest of his employees who just enjoy their nice fat paychecks.
The fact is, Dante and I aren’t that much different. My parents never gave a shit about me. Mitch was an asshole I should’ve thrown out of my apartment months ago. Other than my son who is all grown up, living on his own at college, there’s never been anyone I loved enough to want them to stick around.
There’s never been anyone who asked me to stay either.
Maybe that’s why I’m content to keep my mouth on Dante for as long as he demands. It’s nice to just be wanted for a little while. Even in such a degrading way.
Except, I don’t feel ashamed. Dante has a beautiful cock, and I enjoy the taste of him, the feel of him on my tongue.
Which is why, when he twitches and lengthens again to his hardest, I push my palms to his stomach, urging him to his back. I need a better angle to take him down my throat until he hits the back, making me gag.
“God, I fucking love that sound,” Dante moans as he lifts my hair up into a makeshift ponytail. “Do it for me again, butterfly. Take those wet panties off and play with yourself while you choke on my long…hard…cock.”
Teardrops race down my cheeks when he thrusts his hips up to shove deeper on each of his last three words.
I’ve never considered myself to be subservient in any way, shape, or form. But for the mafia king? I eagerly do exactly what he demands, at least for now, shoving my panties down my legs, and easing a hand between my legs.