by Lucian Bane
“Believers, brothers, same thing.”
“Not really,” he said, that hot gaze gripping her tight and making it hard to think.
She shrugged and looked down, mostly to escape the snare. The Dante snare, sitting three feet away, a vortex of fire that constantly screamed in her ears and licked along her body without even meaning to.
“It’s time for your soak,” he murmured. “After, I need to examine you.”
Her stomach jerked and her privates immediately tingled with heat. “E-examine?”
“Yes, examine, Rin. Look at your injuries? Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”
Her heart hammered in her chest at his angry tone. Like he didn’t want to as much as she … wanted him to.
“Okay,” she whispered.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he gathered things for her bath and went to the bathroom. He turned on the tub and she soon smelled a strong smell of several oils. She recognized the smell of rose and … was that myrrh?
“It’s ready,” he said, coming back to the bed and sitting with the remote in hand.
“Thank you,” she said, scooting herself to the opposite side of the bed to avoid going close to him. She stood slowly, not wanting to anger her tender ribs. Or her butt. It felt very bruised all the way inside.
She left the door open as he had instructed, and climbed in the tub, shutting the curtain before carefully laying in the almost too hot water. Finally submerged, she closed her eyes and listened to him going through the TV channels.
She wondered what he’d do when he examined her. Her eyes popped open at the sound of a woman moaning. And a man. She listened and her lips parted with a gasp at the sounds of a man and a woman doing sexual things. She was sure it had to be sexual, she made the same sounds that Rin herself had made when …
Her heart hammered in her chest and even harder between her legs as she moved the shower curtain slowly aside to hear better.
The man made a groaning sound then gave a lusty gasp. “God yes, suck my cock,” he said with a long hiss. “Take it deep. God yes, your lips look so good on it.” His words made the heat hammer in Rin’s privates. She fought the need to breathe loudly as well as the need to make similar sounds. The woman sounded like she very much liked what she was doing. She was sucking him? Oh God, what did that look like?
She suddenly wondered what Dante looked like. His … penis. Cock. The nasty word made it burn hotter between her legs. Her clit. That’s what ached, she’d learned. She gasped lightly and reached between her parted legs, barely touching that spot he’d told her to touch once before when practicing orgasm. She remembered Dante’s scars and closed her eyes, wondering if those designs were on his … cock. Not that word. Call it penis. Or manhood. Was he circumcised? Daryl was raised in the church and was uncircumcised. She’d seen circumcision on a couple of the babies in church. Those who joined already circumcised were not to be condemned but circumcision was not something they permitted otherwise. It was a law done away with. Now the circumcision was symbolic, and only done in the heart.
Rin strained to hear. It sounded like he’d turned the TV louder. The woman’s moans were clearer and she could hear wet sounds. Oh God, that was his penis moving in and out of her womanhood. Rin’s fingers moved faster over her clit and her legs opened more.
“God your pussy is so tight on my cock,” she heard the man say.
Rin’s mouth opened as she imagined Dante doing those things to her.
“Are you done?”
Rin screamed at the sound of Dante’s voice at the door, bolting up in the water. She yanked the curtain all the way closed.
“Sorry,” Dante said outside the door. “You were so quiet, I was just checking.”
“I-I was… I had fallen asleep.” The lie made her cringe more than the pain in her ribs from moving so quickly. “Have I soaked long enough?”
“Probably,” he said, sounding like he was no longer near the door.
She carefully stood on trembling legs, the pain in her ribs not quite stealing the pleasure still hammering between her legs. Wrapping in a towel, she spied he’d put clean clothes on the toilet. Which was one of his white t-shirts and a pair of matching thermal pants. No panties, no bra. He didn’t want to raise questions by buying any kind of feminine articles.
She dressed slowly and made her way into the room, darting a glance toward the bed where he again sat. “Can you try to lay on your stomach?” he asked.
Chapter Four
She climbed on the bed from the bathroom wall side. Without thinking, she always kept as much distance between them as possible due to her weakness. She carefully laid on her stomach with her face turned to the wall.
“I need your arms away from your side,” he said, next to the bed. She moved her arms out and clenched her eyes tight when he pressed along her ribs softly. “Tell me where it hurts.” She held her breath, wondering what kind of pain she was supposed to report. Just his touch hurt.
“Here?’ he asked, pausing in one spot when she flinched.
“Yes,” she strained.
He continued higher toward her breasts and she couldn’t stop her stupid squeak. “Hurts there?” He pressed his fingers into the sides of her breasts.
“Y-yes,” she gasped. “No,” she corrected, realizing she’d answered wrong.
“No, it doesn’t hurt?” He continued pressing along her breasts and she fought her body’s need to recoil, run, hide, moan, need, beg.
“Are there any bruises on your breast?” he asked.
“I … I don’t think so.”
He slid her shirt up and held it. “Your back looks better,” he muttered, sounding angry.
“It feels better.”
“And what about the other places I haven’t checked?”
Shame burned her cheeks. “It’s sore still.” He’d given her stool softener and made himself scarce on a daily schedule so she could have privacy, thank God.
He lowered her shirt. “I’m done.”
“Thank you,” she said into the bed, fighting the tears wanting to flood her eyes. Why was he angry with her? She hated him angry, she hated him distant. Cold almost. But she’d made it clear how she felt about wanting him and he was probably honoring that. He’d said he respected her commitment to God. But didn’t he hear what she’d said? That she couldn’t repent of wanting him? Didn’t he know she still did?
Did he not want her? He’d said he did but maybe he realized how wrong it was.
The idea that he might have come to such a revelation stole her breath but not with joy and relief, with agony.
She was so wicked.
****
Dante hoped Rin didn’t see how impossibly hard his cock always was. Building her up to what he was about to do had proven to be some of the most arousing foreplay he’d ever tortured himself with. And he’d tortured himself many times with plenty.
His last nasty trick had been accidental but when he’d stumbled onto that porn flick, he found himself unable to turn the channel. He knew she could hear it and the idea that she could turned into one of he biggest turn ons he’d ever stumbled on.
He’d sat, angling his head, listening for signs that said she could hear. Unable to resist, he’d crept to the bathroom and listened. Hearing her shallow breaths in the tub behind that curtain nearly did him in. It was time. He couldn’t wait any longer. She was as primed as he needed her. She’d put up a fight but it wouldn’t be much of one.
“Time for your soup,” he said, getting the special concoction. “After, your medicine you’ll rest.”
She didn’t argue with him but she didn’t need to. She’d never been so transparent. The desire and need in her gaze stole his breath and infuriated him all at once.
After her soup and medicine kicked in, he’d make his move.
****
Rin fell asleep easier than expected. The soup was hot and after the medicine, she just felt so warm all over. Warm and happy. She opened her eyes later
to darkness. Panic slammed her when she felt two immediate things. Her legs were tied open wide and her arms were bound tight above her head. She yanked and gasped in fear. “Dante!” she cried.
“I’m here, Rin,” he said in the dark.
She jerked to see him, wondering over his casual tone. “What’s happening?” Air hit her skin and she realized she was uncovered and naked. “Oh God,” she whispered, terror gripping her stomach.
His shadow appeared and he sat slowly next to her.
“Why-what are you doing?” He didn’t answer her. Not with words. “D-don’t!” she cried when his finger circled her nipple and she tried to jerk away. “Please, Dante, don’t do this.”
His head descended and his hot mouth covered her nipple sending heat to flood her entire body. She fought for air, the sound labored and edged with desperation as her mind focused on what he did. His hot tongue slowly circled round and round then his lips covered the tip and suckled at first softly then gradually harder and harder until she cried out and he made those growling noises, like the man on TV.
His mouth suddenly pressed hard on hers, fingers gripping her jaw as his tongue pushed in and licked hungrily on hers. He made even more of those starved noises, angling his head to kiss her deeper. She fought to survive it, to endure it to not bow to its demands, but her body screamed for every bit and more, the fire in her clit making her thrust her hips into the air.
Chapter Five
Dante had planned to go very slow. To be careful. But once Claw took over, he took over, and now his mouth had other devouring ideas. Fuck slow, fuck careful, fuck easy. He was past ready to devastate her soft sweet body and mind with pleasure.
He left her lips with a deep groan, his teeth raking along the silk of her neck. Her sweet cries unleashed a fury in him to devastate as he straddled her body. This first time, he’d allow her to hide in the darkness and feel what he did, but the next time—and every time after—he’d make her watch. He’d make her beg. He’d make her tell him where to touch, how to touch and how much she fucking wanted him to touch.
He gripped both her tits in his hungry hands and lowered his mouth, devouring one with a loud hunger, then hurried to the other. He pulled up, holding her nipple between the suction of his lips then letting it pop loudly out of his mouth. He groaned with lust, licking barely on the tip, his hunger rising when she arched her back and pushed her nipple into his mouth. “Fuck,” he grit, biting it lightly, dizzy with her sharp cries and moans. “You like it?”
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she whispered, already under his control. “Touch me, please.”
He hurried to her mouth and kissed her again, moaning at the delicate way her tongue lashed along his, her sweet breath hitting his throat. “I’m going to kiss your pussy now,” he said in her mouth. “You want my tongue on your clit?”
She answered with frantic grunts and gasps, and the idea that she was a virgin to that? Fucking fuck yes. “I’m going to suck and lick your pussy and clit, Princess and I’m not going to stop until you come all over my mouth.”
“Dante,” she cried weakly.
It was the hardest thing to hurry his mouth down her body. He wanted to spend hours and days tasting her. He moved to kneel between her legs and decided to change his mind about the darkness. No way was he going to eat her pretty pussy for the first time and not see that.
He turned on the bathroom light and stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her. Lost in desire, his gaze slowly moved over her heaving stomach and stopped at her pretty tight tits. Fucking nipples so hard and thick like his cock. He stroked himself then grabbed his length through the tight material of his briefs.
God, her pussy was so fucking beautiful. He climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs, listening to her breaths pick up with little worried moans as he looked down at her open legs. “Mmmm,” he said, raising his gaze slowly over her body. At her face, he stared in rapture at her mouth, open and flowing with all those sounds that drove him crazy. He eyed the worried furrow in her brows. Was she worried what he was going to do or that he might not?
He ran the tip of his finger along her slit and barely touched her clit. He looked at her when she strained out a gasp. “You’re pussy is wet, Princess.” Fuck, she was eyeing his cock he realized. He lowered his underwear and a low whimper escaped her. God, had she not seen a dick before? The idea had him fucking hard, that his cock would be her first. He looked down at her pussy and twirled the tip of his finger in her wet opening, looking up when she gave sharp gasps. She was so close already. So desperate for touch.
****
Rin thought she might have the orgasm just looking at him kneeling between her legs. His body was … was like a god, and she’d not seen his cock before. Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes, don’t look. But they didn’t shut, they were stuck having to see him. They had to see the most intimate part of him. He was circumcised, and the way he stroked himself drew her moans and gasps of awe, of need, no matter how she tried to stop the shameful sounds.
She remembered what she heard on TV and her stomach clenched at imagining doing that to him. He was so … big. What would that be like? What would he feel like in her mouth? What did he taste like? A wave of dizzy hit her when he slid his finger over the top of his cock. She licked her lips at the wet shine it made and followed his finger as it lowered down between her legs.
Rin pulled on the restraints and squirmed her hips as he ran the tip along her opening, barely pushing in. He teased with small pressing circles before gliding up to her clit for more teasing circles.
“Oh God,” she cried, unable to stop it, her gaze riveted to his hand.
“Look at you.” His tone was low and rough. “Reaching for my touch with your pretty pussy.”
She gasped in shock and shame, and oh God, fear when he laid between her legs. His face right by her privates! Oh God, what if she smelled!? Daryl said she smelled, he always made her wash right before--
“Fucking Heaven,” Dante shot out, sounding tortured. “Your pussy smells like Heaven.”
Heaven? She fought to see as hard as she fought to look away, but again she had to know what he would do. Was he— “Oh my God, oh my God,” she gasped. He was licking it. “Oh my God,” she said again when he looked at her with those glowing blue eyes. Her heart hammered in her throat when he gave a satisfied and hungry moan while barely flicking the very tip.
Rin went from hyperventilating to grunting in effort to feel more to have more. “God please,” she gushed. More. He was barely touching, it was tormenting and so hot, so hot.
He gave a low laugh, his fingers slowly crawling their way under her butt until he held her entire bottom in his large hands. Rin’s mouth opened even more as he lifted her right to his mouth. He began to kiss her privates. His eyes slowly closed and she watched in shock as he moved his mouth slowly side to side, pushing her open to kiss her clit.
“Dante, oh my God,” she barely whispered, her whole body trembling in strain and need as his hot tongue glided all over her, like a rolling fire.
“Baby, you taste motherfucking good,” he whispered on her.
His words and the sudden pull of her clit into his mouth shot fire into her and it took her, the orgasm crashed in and took her.
His fingers bit into her butt and he gave a harsh grunt as he pressed his mouth firmly to her. So hot and tight he pressed his mouth, and she screamed oh God oh God oh God, her head thrashing at the impossible feeling sweeping her up and up then around and around. She didn’t know which way she was, or where she was or why she was, she just knew she was. God she was, she was.
“You’ve got my cock impossibly hard, Rin,” he murmured, his lips soft and caressing her there still. She fought to remember how to breathe as the need to close her legs made her whimper. The need to close her eyes, to not see, the need to cover to hide like she always did after being with Daryl in any sexual way. But Dante just kept kissing her privates, on her clit, making sparks of pleasure jolt through her body.
She’d gotten his cock impossibly hard, he’d said. She finally realized then. He wasn’t done.
Oh God. What would he do next?
****
Dante stroked Rin’s pussy with his fingers, not wanting to stop. He could lay there and wait a little bit and do it again, but he really wanted to see her watch him. Would she beg for his cock in her mouth? He had to find that out.
Raising up, he climbed his way over her legs and then slowly made his way on his knees toward her face. The lock of her eyes on his cock had him groaning with need. By the time his knees stopped at her breasts, his cock loomed over her face and she stared at it. If it wasn’t for knowing how virgin she was with all of it, he might think she were funny. But there was nothing funny about the look on her face, the part of her lips, and the molten fire in her gaze as she watched him stroke his cock only inches from her face.
He angled his head, looking at her. He stroked the head along her cheek and she cried out, closing her eyes, pushing into it with pained brows.
“You want it?” he whispered.
She turned her head and Dante gasped as she placed butterfly kisses on the length. He moved himself right over her, making it easy for her to reach. Holding the base tight, he pulled back and traced her lips with the thick head, watching in burning rapture as she fought to taste him, with little licks and kisses like she wasn’t sure which was right.
“Suck it, Princess,” he grit, moving the head between her lips.
She opened and leaned forward, taking the entire head into her mouth.
Dante put his hands behind his head and steadied the rush of pleasure pounding his balls and cock. Using his hips to guide himself, he hissed when she licked the slit and then sucked again. “Fucking, fuck Princess,” he grit, grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. She drove him crazy with her inexperience, sucking lightly then hungrily, then licking, her teeth raking him on glorious mother-fucking accident, fuck!