Surrender To Me

I try to ignore what his hand is doing to my pussy and what his lips are doing to my neck and try to concentrate on what he’s saying. It can’t be some twisted declaration of commitment. It must mean something else. “I doubt you want me shackled to you forever.”

His chuckle vibrates against my skin. “If you knew what I really want, you would run away. What I’ve wanted for a long time.”

Why do I feel we’re talking about two different conversations? “And that is?” He ignores my question as his lips travel up my neck to my mouth. His tongue coaxes my mouth open just as he inserts a finger inside me. My pussy responds with a gush. He inserts another one and mimics an act I want his cock to do to me. Whatever I was asking him, whatever cryptic sentences I was trying to decode, are forgotten as I focus on nothing but his lips and his fingers.

I grab hold of him to steady myself at first and eventually my hands slide inside his robe all over him at once. I untangle the loose knot he had tied. He does the same to mine and lifts me off the bench to straddle him. Somewhere on the floor, I hear a bottle and wine glasses clink and roll. My robe falls down to the ground in one swoop while I push him down to his waist. He draws me in such a way that his cock is rubbing my stomach, hard and ready. He lifts me up and slides me down on his thick shaft. We both moan at the same time. I take his face in my hands and drop a kiss on his lips. His thrusts are slow at first and then ratchet up as he fucks me like a rag doll. I let go of him and hold on to the bench so as not to fall. I shouldn’t be afraid, though; he holds me tight as he fucks me. I look down at him. He’s biting his lip as if trying not to come. And as if to hasten me, he pinches my nipple. I moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before taking the other nipple in his mouth. He lets go again as I’m about to come and fucks me so hard until I hit that pinnacle. I have to grip the bench as the wave of the orgasm hits. Dante follows soon after and almost lifts the both of us off the bench when he erupts inside me. I wrap my arms around him and he wraps his around me as we let the tremors pass. He uses his head to nudge mine so his lips can meet mine for another kiss. I’m now certain I’ve never felt like this. This is on another level. The light streaming in must have woken me up. I lose my bearings for a second when I see myself in dark silk sheets, a darker, unfamiliar room than the one I usually wake up in, until I remember where I am. And who I’m with. I turn to look at the other person in the bed next time me. He sleeps so peacefully, I’m afraid any slight movement will wake him up. He had taken me here after our time on the balcony. We must have slept immediately after, but I remember him waking me up again in the wee hours of the morning to make love. Nope. Not making love, have sex. Fucking, falling back to sleep again, and me to be the first to wake up.

What was the etiquette of having passionate sex with your boss slash captor, and waking up in his bed? Do you just sneak back to your own room? Or do you wait for him to kick you out? I think sneaking back is the better option. I don’t want to find out if his mood has changed from what it was last night.

Slowly I lift the sheets and shift to the other end of the bed. The movement alone is enough to wake him up. “Where are you going?” His voice doesn’t sound as groggy as I expected for someone just opening his eyes. Was he already awake?

“Good morning.” It sounds so formal I almost wince with embarrassment. Thing is, I don’t know what to say. In the light of day, I’m not as wanton and confident as I was the night before. All of that has evaporated. I clear my throat. “I

was going back to my bedroom.”

“Why? For more sleep? It’s like eleven o’clock?”

I grab the only phone in vicinity. His. It’s on the bedside table on his side. He rumbles with excitement when my boobs run over his face as I reach over to grab it. He’s right.

It’s half past eleven. “Don’t you have work to do?” He sits up on the bed. “Not really.”

I throw the phone back at him and get off the bed.

However, I’m still feeling a little shy but ignore it as I quickly scramble for something to put on. I can’t find anything. We left the robes on the balcony and the clothes are- I rush to the bathroom and come back wearing his shirt. He woke up on his good side today.

“Are you so eager to leave me after we fucked?” he asks me as I’m making my way out of his bedroom.

“No.” He gets up from the bed in all his naked glory and stalks over to where I am standing. His ability to unnerve me with the most mundane of acts is stronger than before. “Like you said, it’s late in the morning and-” I trail off as my eyes land on his chest. There are red scratches on it. Like he was playing with a cat. Did I do that? When I meet his eyes, his eyebrows are raised as if to say, yes, you did that.

He flashes a smile. “By the way, before I forget, you need to put a date on your calendar.”

“For what?”

“You and I will be going on a trip next week. I don’t trust you to leave you alone and after what happened yesterday,

I don’t trust my men to stay with you.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“I know that.”

His response surprises me. I was sure he placed some blame on me for what happened. It was all Bruno acting out. I wonder where he’s gone. Even though we spent all night in erotic bliss, it didn’t escape my notice that we were alone the entire time and none of his men came back yesterday.

“What will happen to him,” I ask.

“You mean Bruno? What he deserves.”

“You’re not going to harm him are you?”

“I want to kill him.”

“What! Don’t!”

“No one touches what’s mine Corina. I made that plain to all my men and he should have known.”

I hear nothing else beyond those first five words. “Yours?”

“You are in fact my captive aren’t you.”

The flickering little flame dies instantly. I don’t even understand why or what I was hoping for. That ‘mine’ meant anything more beyond being under his yoke? I am his little plaything, nothing more. And shouldn’t forget that when he acts nice. To assert that position I say, “More like thrall. Shouldn’t I also add being your escort to the deal?”

His eyes narrow as a cryptic emotion flickers across his face for a millisecond and then it’s gone. “Don’t count on it.

You should have thought of that when we made the deal.”

“Where are we going anyway?”

“A wedding.”

“Wedding?” I find it hard to associate Dante and weddings. Funerals maybe. But not weddings.

“Who’s getting married?”

“Gio.”

“Really? Who’s the unlucky woman?” He chuckles.

“Where’s the wedding?”

“Tuscany.” Another overseas trip. I remember the last one we took that basically ended with a gun fight. Will this one be the same? Or is there a worse ending waiting for me in Italy?

He smirks when he sees my worried face. “Don’t worry. I won’t dispose of you out of the country.” He grasps my chin. “Not after the night we had. I still have use of you yet.”