Page 59 of Depraved

His words almost send me over the edge, and I have to use all my willpower not to grind into the bed, desperate for friction against my clit.

“Open up,” he directs, bringing a pillow to my gaping jaw. “Bite down.”

I bring my teeth over the fabric, muffling myself, ready for what’s next.

“You’re going to need that when I push my cock in your ass.”

Dante spreads my ass cheeks and growls, “Not wet enough. No moving. And no fucking the bed trying to make that greedy little clit explode, or you’ll go without for a week. Do you hear me, Billy?”

Goose bumps rack over my body as I nod.

Dante positions his strong legs on the inside of mine, keeping them spread wide.

“Goddamn your pussy is soaked.” His fingers push inside, twisting and thrusting. “Listen to that. That’s the sweetest sound.” He pushes in again, and wet smacks fill the room.

My hands grip the sheets above my head as my teeth dig into the pillow that’s been placed in my mouth.

He starts a sensual and excruciating exchange as his fingers are shoved inside of me with quick, hard thrusts, then dragged up over my ass. Thrusting and sweeping, pounding and massaging until I’m recoated in my own wetness again.

“Yes, god.” I moan around the pillow as his finger pushes past the tight hole into my ass. The act is so debasing, so barbaric, that I almost come on the spot.

A hard slap curses my ass, and my whole body vibrates from the delicious bite of pain, making me clench around his finger.

“What did you just say?” he growls. Dante leans into my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, pulling and sucking. “Did you call me God?” he croons low and seductively.

I nod my head, smiling, because I know the rule. His name and only his.

“What’s my name, Sarah?” he bites out as his finger pulls and presses inside my ass again.

I pull my mouth from the pillow, already breathless and ready to break. “Dante.”

“Say it again.” Two fingers push into my ass this time, harder and unrelenting.

“Dante,” I groan against the fullness.

“So, you do know it,” he accuses as I’m left empty and wanting to squirm.

I arch my back, jutting my ass up, begging for him to continue, but all I get is another hard slap. “Lie still.”

My body drops, but his hand rubs and kneads my tender flesh.

“I don’t want to ever hear you ever say any other man’s name other than mine. Not even God himself. I’ll be the only one who owns your pleasure. You got me?”

I nod, and he pulls my hips, so that I’m on all fours, head bowed.

“Let’s make sure you remember. I wanna hear it. Each and every time.”

I don’t answer until his palm connects with my ass.

“Dante,” I grunt as my body pushes forward with force.

Fuck.

“Can’t hear you,” he growls.

Another hard slap followed by kneading. My cheeks spread and close as he alternates between spanking me and comforting the bite of pain. He presses his cock against me, rocking me forward, and I moan, “Dante.”

“There we go. Again.”