The doorman smiles a greeting and holds open the door for her. Inside, she stares a moment at the double fronted sweeping staircase, the ornate marble detailing and the huge chandelier, before she makes her way to the reception desk. It’s an incredible place, in some ways even more elegant than her own temporary residence in New York. This is typical Dante. Even before asking, she knows he’s staying here. At least he hasn’t lied to her about that.
The gentleman on reception is more than happy to help. He knows Dante well, having been a regular customer of theirs for over two years. He is, Sash is reliably informed, staying in the most expensive suite in the hotel, the aptly named Emperor’s Chamber, and, more importantly, he is currently up in his room.
He is about to call Dante to inform him a guest has arrived, but Sash is quick to stop him.
“It’s a secret”, she says, nerves straining her voice. “He doesn’t know I’m coming and I want to surprise him.”
The receptionist knows the value of the game immediately. He’s seen many pretty girls come and go over his years here, some of whom have required complete anonymity.
“The bell-boy will take you to his door”, he says with a smile.
There is a palpable silence between them as the elevator climbs almost to the roof, a special key inserted to give them the necessary access. The whole of the top floor of the hotel has been given over to the room Dante is staying in, so only one door looks out to the corridor. The bell-boy carries her bag to the door, waits patiently for a tip and then silently enters the elevator again.
Sash watches him go. When she is sure he is completely out of earshot, she stands in front of the apartment door and composes herself. She’s fifteen again on the first day she saw him. She’s eighteen again and in her bedroom dancing. She’s in his office, three years later, standing in front of the huge wooden doors, her heart racing. She’s hot and cold, and full of anxiety. She’s here now and Dante’s on the other side of the door. Her stepbrother. Her aching need. Her one true love. With her breath held, Sash raises her fist and knocks on the door.
Chapter 7
The wait is agonizing. Her heart won’t stop thumping. Finally, after what seems like a million years, she hears footsteps approaching the door, and then watches as the door slowly swings open. What is she going to say? How is she going to explain her sudden and unexpected arrival? The words are like a jumble of nonsense in her head and she can’t think straight for the nerves.
And then, as though he’s not been gone more than a minute, she sees him. Wide smile, stormy eyes, a true representation of perfection. There is a moment that passes. A moment in which neither of them say a thing. A moment in which Sash feels a mix of emotions rushing to her all at once.
“Sash”, Dante says. When she can’t hold herself back any longer, she drops her bag and throws herself at him.
“I couldn’t wait, I’m sorry”, Sash says, hugging herself into him and burying her head into the crook of his neck. “I know you said to wait, but I couldn’t. I missed you, Dante, I missed you so much.”
Dante brings her into the room and shuts the door behind her. He lifts her head away and plants a firm kiss on her lips. Sash studies the storm in his eyes and then rests her head again on his chest.
“Are you mad?” she asks.
“Do you trust me?” Dante asks.
“Yes”, Sash says. “I miss you, Dante. I’ve been going mad without you. Why haven’t you come home?”
He ignores the question. “Come on, I want to show you something”, he says.
Sash peels herself away from his chest, and takes his hand. She hadn’t noticed it before, but wonders now how she could have missed it. For a while, she just stares open mouthed in sheer and utter amazement.
The whole room is covered in flowers. There aren’t just a few dotted around, they are everywhere. It’s like the room itself was built around them.
There must be thousands of them, all over the place. The floor, the sofa, the dining table, out on the terrace, in the bedrooms, throughout the bathroom, they are everywhere. Every single corner has been given over, every single available space colonized.
Sash looks at Dante in shock.
When she looks back to the room, she sees them. A huge number of presents wrapped up carefully and hidden amongst the petals.
“Dante, this is-”
She can’t speak for emotion.
“Do you like it?” Dante asks.
Sash is choking up. She doesn’t know what to say. She’s embarrassed she doubted him. She feels awful she questioned his motives. She turns to him, about to say something, then looks back to the flowers. There is no way she can put what she feels into words. She’ll just have to show him. She’ll show him how much what he’s done means to her.
“How did you know?” Sash says finally.
“One, I know you, Sash”, Dante says, moving in behind her now to hug her tightly against his chest. Like this, Sash can feel Dante growing against her back. With his hands on her bump, Sash feels like her life has just been completed. “You may not think I do, but I know you.”
Dante kisses the sensitive skin at the nape of Sash’s neck and she closes her eyes and pushes herself into it.
“And two”, Dante says, spinning her around quickly so they are facing each other. “You bought the tickets with my credit card.”
Sash’s mouth drops open to exaggerate how shocked she is. She should have known he’d know. “You knew all along I’d come out here?” Then it hits her. “That’s why you didn’t contact me. You were waiting for me to come. That was the test?”
“Welcome to California”, Dante says with a wry smile.
“You ass-hole”, Sash says, but she’s not mad. She’s very far from mad at all.
“You’re welcome”, Dante says.
Sash pulls herself away for a moment to explore the room. She picks up some of the flowers to smell them, others she just touches lightly with the tips of her fingers. Underneath her feet, fallen petals crunch. They feel fabulous on her bare toes, against her delicate skin.
“You know”, Dante says. “I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me.”
“Uh-huh”, Sash says, sweeping petals dramatically off the table.
Dante watches her spread herself over it and stick her ass out as though she wants it to be spanked. He can feel his cock hardening.
“I’ve been a bad girl”, she says.
“Yes you have”, Dante says.
“Maybe you need to spank me?”
Dante moves over to where she is. The table is the perfect height for Sash to bend over it, and have her ass right up in the air by his waist. Covering it, she has a short skirt in a flowing fabric that Dante guesses is a recent purchase. He kicks her legs out a little wider, while he smooths his hand over her back, a patch of skin exposed below the stretch of her vest-top, the tips of his fingers tingly on her skin.
Sash moans as he dancers them up her spine, overjoyed to have his touch back where it should be.
“You shouldn’t have disobeyed me”, Dante says.
Her ass looks round and firm, impossible to resist. “I know”, Sash moans.
Dante runs his finger along the edge of her skirt, where the fabric meets the skin. It’s a precise movement that sends shudders riding out across Sash’s back.
She desperately wants him to lift her skirt, pull down her panties and force his way inside her, but he’s in control here, and Sash will get whatever is coming to her.
“I’ve missed you, Sash”, Dante says.
He moves his hand down to the swell of her ass now, hovering it above her skirt, so close she can feel the heat burn through her, even though he isn’t touching her skin.
“Me too”, Sash moans.
Dante raises his arm into the air, as though he is about to smack her. Suddenly he brings it down, stopping just before he comes in contact with her ass. She can feel it every step of the way, and even though he doesn’t spank her, the sensa
tion is almost as powerful because of the anticipation. She squirms on the desk, her panties already wet, and pushes her ass up even higher as if to suggest it.
Dante takes hold of the hem of her skirt, teasing himself with lifting it. Instead, he flattens it against her, running his hand between her ass and over the form of her pussy. Sash squeals in delight, melting with his fingers all over her. He’s wanted to fuck her for two weeks, each day the sensation getting stronger, but he knows there is no need to rush. Slow, like this, is much more enjoyable. The longer he leaves it, the greater the reward, when he finally makes that thing his own.
“Get on your knees”, Dante orders.
Sash slides off the table like a liquid, twisting beautifully in the air to land in a crouch by Dante’s feet. She pulls herself up to her knees, folds her feet behind her and sits back onto them, her hands flopping freely into her lap. Dante could watch her move all day. She does it with the poise of a cat, the effortless brilliance of a passing cloud.
She looks up to him innocently, eyes wide. She would have liked him to fuck her over the table, but this works just as well for her too. Dante’s bulging, almost separating the fabric of his jeans. Sash would reach up if she were in control, but she knows she has to wait for the order.
“Take it out”, Dante says, and Sash can’t help but squirm with delight.
Her stepbrother’s cock. Three years she waited to play with it, only to have it cruelly ripped away from her. A fortnight ago wasn’t enough on its own to satisfy her. She bounces up a little so she’s kneeling in front of him, her head placed just perfectly to receive it. She touches it through the fabric first, rubbing it slowly just to get the sense of it, before popping his top button and ripping down the zip.
Dante stands there like a God, his arms rested casually by his side, waiting for his stepsister to show him how capable she is of pleasing. As she slowly releases him from his fabric prison, he only seems to swell in size. Down goes the zip, Dante towering over her with admiration. She lowers his trousers and then pauses a moment to regard his bulge behind the cotton of his boxer-shorts, immensely pleased at how it seems to throb and insist upon her. There is a darker patch where pre-cum has oozed out of his tip and tinted the lining, and the cotton is pursed so tightly by the edges because of his size, there is a gap large enough to slip her hand in. She does that now, her fingers tantalizingly close to his cock, before she grips the fabric tightly and glides it gradually down.
Seeing him like this is so magnificent, Sash has to pause a moment just to appreciate him. His cock is even larger than she remembers it, thick, beautiful, and as hard as tempered steel.
“Suck it”, Dante insists.
Sash hardly needs asking. She takes hold of it by the base, shuffles herself forwards slightly and runs her tongue slowly around his crown, just to taste him. She runs the tip of her tongue the full length of his shaft, taking great care to stimulate the sensitive band of skin that connects his meat with his glans and glides a fat lick around his rim. As she goes, she fondles his balls, massaging them carefully with soft, easy strokes.
Although Dante makes no indication of satisfaction, Sash knows what she is doing is pleasing him, if only by the way his cock reacts to her touch. Her tongue is warm and tickly on his skin, his cock much more sensitive than he expected it to be. Sash opens her mouth, craning her neck to look up to him. She runs his glans around her lips, bangs it a few times against her tongue and then slides it gently inside her. The sensation is out of this world. Sash has full, fat lips and an energetic tongue she’s not shy to put to good use. Inside her mouth, he feels even bigger than he looks. Without taking her eyes off his, she feeds as much of his throbbing meat into her mouth as she can manage, pauses to compose herself and open out her throat, and then takes just that little bit more. He’s too big to swallow completely, but like this she can almost feel herself choking. Dante seems pleased. His eyes widen and the storm clouds begin to swirl. Sash flattens her tongue against his shaft, and as she draws him out again, she makes sure she rolls it against the sensitive line of his cock.
“Like that?” Sash asks when she’s taken him out again.
“Uh-huh”, Dante confirms. “Like that.”
Sash is inordinately happy that she’s able to please him. Again, she takes his huge cock into her mouth, closes her lips around it and begins to feed it deeply towards her throat, this time sucking and wanking him into her. Inside, she can feel his foreskin opening and closing around his cock-head, between which she places her tongue. Dante arches his head back to let out a little moan, unable to contain it any longer. He breathes deeply, closes his eyes for a moment and tries to concentrate. At one particularly low point over the barren three years, the sight of his beautiful, innocent-looking stepsister availing herself of his cock, was something he thought he’d never see again.
Looking at her now, he can’t help but feel like everything is finally falling into place. Yes he’s a successful businessman, yes he’s a billionaire, but had he not had the chance again with Sash, he would have died feeling like an absolute failure. How can he survive without this? How did he even last for so long?
Dante reaches down to place his hand on the back of Sash’s head. For a while it is just somewhere to rest it, later it becomes a way to guide her and explain exactly what he needs without words. Being dominated is turning Sash on much more than she ever realized it would. Being commanded, being told what to do, being punished for not doing it, is making her panties absolutely soaking wet. She’s hot and horny, and pretty soon she’d need to be seen to.
Dante holds her firmly and pulls her onto his cock. Sash can barely breath, but the discomfort is worth it. Eventually, she grabs hold of Dante’s ass and lets him fuck her mouth as though it were her pussy. Like this, she finally fits him inside her. Like this, she feels his balls banging mercilessly against her chin.
She has no idea whether he wants to come like this, and it wouldn’t concern her if he did. Breaking from time to time to gulp down air like a fish out of water, Sash can’t get enough.
Dante seems happy with her efforts too. At one point he’s up on the balls of his feet to thrust himself even deeper, at another his hands away from her head entirely to rest against his hips, content to watch her pursue the motion herself. When he finally feels satisfied he’s ready to move on, he’s moaning in little controlled bursts of satisfaction and his cock-head has swollen so much it looks like it might burst.
Sash wipes saliva away from her chin and hiccups lightly. It makes her giggle, and smile at the same time and Dante can’t help but think it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
“Take your clothes off”, he orders.
“No”, Sash says, playing the game.
“Take them off”, Dante insists.
“No, uh-uh”, Sash says, swinging her legs out from underneath her to sit cross-legged and shake her head.
“Sash”, Dante reasons. “Take your clothes off before I get mad.”
“Nope, not going to happen”, Sash says smiling up at him.
A millisecond passes before Dante advances. Sash screams and tries to escape, but her stepbrother is much quicker. He gathers her up in his arms and wrestles her back to the table, flattening her out across it at a ninety degree angle.
“If you’re not going to do it”, Dante says, raising her skirt quickly. “I’m going to have to do it myself.”
Her panties are in his hand briefly and then on the floor before she has a chance to say “No”, again.
Sash giggles, as though she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t and the punishment makes the whole thing worth while. Her pussy is tingling even before he gets to it, and she can feel him hot and fat against her skin.
Dante takes her right leg in his hand. He lifts it up to the table and forces her to stretch it out straight. Like this, she is completely exposed, and not only does she absolutely love it, she can’t think of anything else she’d prefer to be doing. Dante wastes no tim
e in taking what he wants. He drops to his knees, closes his mouth around her pussy and drives his tongue deeply into her hole. No kisses around the edge, no glances up and down, no fuss and foreplay. Sash squeals in delight as he breaks his way inside her, forcing her pussy automatically down onto his tongue. Tingles break out along her back, riding along her spine and up into her brain. Dante darts the fatness of his swollen muscle back and forth inside her, before pulling out completely and moving to her tumescent and sensitive clit.
He sucks her, her licks her, he strokes her back and forth, and Sash moans under each one of his perfect little movements, her body melting beneath her skin. With her hole vacant, Dante reasons it needs to be filled. Into it he slides his middle finger, working it in slowly until he’s satisfied he’s found her G-spot. Sash gurgles with barely concealed delight, as he stimulates it in coaxing motions, her pussy already contracting around his extended digit. She needs very little more encouragement. His tongue on her clit would have done it alone, but with his finger inside her as well, she can feel it already bleeding out across her skin like fire, ready to explode magnificently and take her down with it. Dante drives on with a clear goal in mind, no intention to deviate until he’s achieved what he wants. Sash is trembling beneath him, her back spasming against the rose petal covered desk like electricity is ripping through her. He can feel her pussy cling desperately to his finger, her clit thrum against his tongue.
She moans, her hands splayed across the table, her fingers twitching. Dante holds her wide. He finds a rhythm that seems to excite her the best and sticks to it rigidly. He laps at her clitoris and teases the swollen skin of her G-spot, the rest of his fingers closed into a fist and nudging her tumid lips with sweet kisses that make her tremble from head to toe.
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