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I position myself over his face, thighs bracketing his head as I face his cock.

"Make me wet, Dante. Get me ready for this."

I trail the coolness of the dildo along his length, watching it jump in response.

His groan vibrates against my core as his mouth finds me, tongue immediately seeking my clit. Even bound, even supposedly submissive, he attacks pleasure like he does everything else—with devastating expertise and absolute focus.

I gasp as he sucks hard on my sensitive bundle of nerves, my hips involuntarily rolling against his face. The wetness between my thighs increases under his attention, preparing me for what comes next.

When I'm slick and ready, I pull away, reaching for the lubricant I'd spotted in his drawer. I coat the glass dildo generously, making sure Dante can see every movement as I roll my hand down the shaft.

"Watch," I command, sliding down until I'm poised just above his thick length. "Watch as I take both of you."

I guide the dildo to my pussy, teasing myself with the smooth tip before slowly pressing it inside. The stretch is delicious, the cool glass warming quickly to my body's heat as I work it deeper.

"Christ," Dante hisses, his cock twitching as he watches the implement disappear inside me. "You're so fucking wet."

"It's all for you," I admit, voice breaking as I push the dildo fully inside me. "Always for you, Dante. Even when you ignore me all day… maybe now you'll remember I'm here."

With my free hand, I grasp his straining erection, guiding it toward my waiting mouth.

"You know I'm right here, right? All the time… just waiting."

I lick the tip of his cock, watching his eyes roll back.

The taste of him is already familiar. Salt and musk and pure masculine power. Enjoying my complete control, I take him deep, tongue swirling around the sensitive head as I hollow my cheeks with suction.

His hips buck upward, a strangled sound escaping his throat. "Francesca, fuck—"

I pull off with a wet sound.

"Don't you dare come," I warn, squeezing the base of his cock firmly. "Not until I say."

His eyes burn with mingled frustration and arousal. "You expect me to hold back when you look like that? With your pussy stretched around that toy while you suck my cock?"

The crude words send a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

I begin moving the dildo again, a steady rhythm, fucking myself with measured strokes while maintaining eye contact.The dual sensation of fullness and power makes me dizzy with need and I can't help but moan loudly.

I take him in my mouth again, synchronizing the movements. The dildo pushing inside as I swallow him deep, withdrawing as I pull back. My moans vibrate around his length, adding another layer of sensation.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, wrists straining against the cuffs. "If my hands were free right now—"

I release him with a pop and roll my free hand over the wetness of his glistening cock.

"But they're not," I remind him, twisting the dildo to hit a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. "Oh… fuck. Yes, tonight, you're mine to use as I please."

His cock jerks at my words, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. I lick it away slowly, savoring his taste while watching his control fracture further.

"Let me touch you," he demands, voice rougher than I've ever heard it. "Please."

The plea, a sound so rare I doubt it's ever touched his lips, sends a rush of power through me.

"Not yet," I murmur, taking him deeper again, relaxing my throat to accommodate his full size.

The glass toy stretches me perfectly, the smooth curve hitting places inside that make my thighs tremble. With each thrust, I rock forward, taking Dante deeper into my throat until my nose brushes the coarse hair at his base.

His growl is animalistic.