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“I saw you get more teasing, stroking Vienna’s arm, or dancing with Monster, grinding your ass against him.

You looked at me all the time, challenging me to do something about it.

Did it make your pussy wet, thinking about all the ways I would punish you?

” My hand left the bar and gripped onto his forearm as his fingers curled inside me, finding that one spot that drove me wild.

The pressure built, and all I could do was hold on as he fucked me with his fingers.

“Do you know what held me back?” He whispered.

“It was knowing that you would be in my arms tonight. That every man at the party wanted you, and yet it was me on your mind whenever you were near them. It’s my name on your lips, it’s me that has you coming and screaming.

You belong to me, no matter who else wants you. ”

A guttural moan left my throat as the building orgasm climbed higher and higher. Dante brought a hand to my throat and squeezed, cutting off any air and all I could do was arch into him further, wanting more of what he offered.

“Say it, Rachel,” he challenged, biting down on my lower lip.

I shook my head, and his fingers slowed, but his hold on my throat tightened. I tried to scream, but his hand prevented me. I gripped the bar harder as I tried to thrust against him, my legs bouncing against his chest as I tried to bring some movement back.

“Please, Dante,” I breathed.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I love hearing you beg, but that’s not what I asked.”

“Dante…”

“Who do you belong to, Rachel?”

His fingers completely left me, and I almost cried with frustration, and then he slammed them back inside me, so deep his knuckle was resting against my entrance.

I managed a scream then, my head flying back, my legs beginning to shake.

He slammed his fingers in and out of me, making the stool shake with the force of it.

“Who?” He repeated, his jaw tense.

“You,” I gasped. He gentled the hold on my throat, and I drew in grateful breaths. “I belong to you. Fuck me, Dante, oh God, fuck me.”

His mouth came down on mine with an animalistic groan, his fingers curling inside me again. His tongue danced with mine and I screamed into his mouth as I sat on the edge of orgasm, waiting to tumble down into oblivion.

“Your greedy cunt is gripping my fingers so hard,” he grunted against my lips. “You’re so desperate to cum for me, aren’t you, kitten?” I nodded frantically, unable to do anything else.

“I want you to cum for me, Rachel. I want to feel your cum on my fingers. I want your pussy soaking for when I slide my cock into you.”

His filthy words sent me over the edge, and my head dropped back to lay against the bar as my release came. My legs shook so hard, Dante had to hold them with one arm as his other continued pumping his fingers in and out of me, wringing every last bit of pleasure from me that he could.

My chest heaved, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream as my entire body convulsed, my release dripping out of me and running down my ass to pool on the chair.

Dante pulled his fingers out of me and wrestled with the button on his trousers, his cock springing free the minute the button popped open. He grabbed me under my arms and hauled me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

He fisted the base of his cock and held it against my pussy, pushing the head past my lips.

“I will never let you go,” he warned as he thrust inside me in one smooth movement.

His hands gripped my ass, pulling me into him.

I locked my legs behind his back and whispered back; “fuck me, Dante. Fuck me so hard I’ll never want to leave. Make me yours.”

I gripped the back of his head as a roar left his throat, and his fingers tightened on my ass, lifting me up onto his cock and slamming me down with a force that both shocked and delighted me.

“More,” I whispered, my pussy tensing around him. His hand left my ass to swipe at the table, knocking all the glass bottles to the floor as he laid me on it, grabbing my legs at the ankles and spread them wide. I rested them over his arm as he fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my pussy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “I will never get enough of feeling this pussy strangling my cock.”

The table legs shook and creaked beneath us as he picked up the pace even further. I reached up to play with my tits, pulling on my nipples, knowing he was watching. His breathing increased as I lowered one hand between our bodies and spread open my pussy lips, circling my clit.

“Fuck, Dante,” I breathed, squeezing my tit, my fingers digging in sharply. “Please, please, please,” I whispered over and over. “I’m so close.”

He pulled out of me and flipped me over, my tits resting against the table, and slammed back into me, fisting my hair and pulling my head back. “Cum for me,” he growled down my ear. “Coat my cock in your pussy juice. I want to hear you scream my name as I pound into this tight pussy of yours.”

He got his wish. My back arched, and I screamed until my throat was hoarse, my pussy contracting wildly as my orgasm flooded out of me, soaking his cock.

“You’re such a good girl,” he grunted, placing his hand on my lower back, bending me back even further as he slammed his cock into me a few more times and then, with the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard, he released inside me.

“Fuck, Rachel,” he breathed, bending over to bite down on my shoulder.

My body spasmed beneath him, my legs shaking still.

“That was amazing,” I breathed, and he laughed as he slapped my ass.

“That was only round one,” he said, his cock hardening once more inside me.

I grinned to myself. Maybe being punished wasn’t so bad after all.