Dante
The next morning, I wake in my rumpled sheets to a warm presence beside me. Eleni. For a small woman, she really does stretch out. Her hair, shining red-brown in the morning light, covers a whole pillow, so she’s stolen a corner of mine for her head. She’s on her stomach, so I can’t see her truly spectacular breasts, but my memories of them make me consider getting into sculpture because breasts like that deserve immortalization in marble. What I can see is the curve of her ass, just disappearing under the blankets and still a little pink from her first punishment, and the possessive hand she has on my chest.
Possessive might be too strong of a word. She’s taking up more than half the bed. I could just be in her way. But I like to think it’s possessive. She was incredible last night, a natural submissive who danced between bratting and obedience in a way that made me never want to go to sleep, but when I slid into her f
EleniI scroll down a page on my online textbook and glance at the clock on the dining room wall. Nearly one. When I woke up in bed alone, I was a little frustrated. Last night was nothing short of magical for me, but I’ve seen movies, so I know what sneaking out before the other person wakes up means. When I searched the whole house for Dante and didn’t find him—or any note—I was worried. I know he’s a boss, and that means he’s always going to work weird hours, but this much of a rush in the middle of a weekday seems strange.But now, as I sit at his massive, luxurious dining room table trying and failing to do homework for night classes I haven’t been to in what feels like years, I’m downright scared. There’s no sign of Dante except an espresso cup with a thin film remaining at the bottom. I talked to a couple of the staff, and one of them said Tony rushed Dante out as soon as he woke up, so he
EleniI glance at Dante out of the corner of my eye. After he dropped the bomb about the situation changing, I expected him to explain or something, but he only took my half-packed bag and loaded it into his car. He drove me away from his house in Staten Island a few minutes later, and we haven’t exchanged a word since then.“Fuck, Philadelphia?” Dante says. “I was really hoping…no, no we can handle it.”That’s not to say Dante hasn’t been talking. He’s spent the whole drive with his phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear, taking increasingly intense phone calls. This is the first mention of Philadelphia, and I have no idea what to make of that. The Lombardis only operate in New York, or so I thought. It’s hard to think of anything beyond how absolutely furious I still am.He spins the wheel and pulls into a long, horseshoe-shaped drive. A house emerges out of the trees. Li
DanteA few days after dropping Eleni off upstate, I sit in the cheap, plastic chair of the Sing Sing Correctional private visitation room and eye the guard standing in the corner. He’s not our usual guy, but Hank promised this guy would be just as good.“I’m Dante,” I say to fill the silence before my prisoner arrives.He grunts. “You bring the shit?”Certainly not the conversationalist Hank is. I pull the plastic-wrapped Cubans out of my inside jacket pocket and slide them across the table. The new guy picks them up, sniffs them, and they disappear in a crease in his uniform, in the way every prison guard I’ve ever met seems to have mastered. I’ve never been inside myself, and I’m not looking forward to that day, if it ever comes. I knock surreptitiously on the engineered-wood table and hope that’s enough to scare away the bad luck.The door buzzes, then opens to admit Uncl
EleniAfter a few days of wheedling, I’ve finally convinced Seb to walk with me around the property. His car is locked up in the garage, and if Dante’s right about how far the nearest towns are, there’s no point in me running. So, I’m stomping through what I can only call woods in shorts I’ve never worn before and an oversized T-shirt, and somehow still sweating enough that I’m sure I must smell and Seb’s just not mentioning it. Spring came early to upstate New York, and a hot spring at that.I crunch a stick under a pair of steel-toed combat boots I found in the depths of the suitcase I packed. Yet another thing that just appeared in my closet. I’ve never worn anything like them in my life, but they’re incredible for stomping.“I’m surprised,” Seb says.I glance at him and have to suppress a snicker. He’s trying to do the same hike in a full suit, and he’s r
Eleni“Go to the driveway, Sebastian,” Dante says without even looking at me.“Of course,” he replies. “But my car—”“Tony is waiting there to drive you to your nonna’s. You’re both expected in the city for a family dinner.” Slowly, like the action pains him, Dante drags his gaze over to me.My smile dies on my lips.“Cool.” Seb starts jogging away, leaving me alone with the fire-breathing dragon, then stops. “Uh, is Eleni gonna be safe? Am I coming back?”Dante grits his teeth. “I’ll make sure she’s safe. Go.”Seb shoots me a quick, apologetic shrug and leaves. I cross my arms and stare up at Dante.“Safe how?” I ask.“I’ll be staying here tonight.” He turns away without another word.I gape at the space he left for a moment, then race after him, through the
EleniI watch Dante dart into the connected living room to grab a pillow from the couch.“For your knees.” He sets it on the floor.I swallow. Dante watches the movement with hungry eyes. Slowly, I kneel on the pillow instead of the tile floor. His suit pants bulge in front of my face, and I lick my lips. Time for my first blowjob.“What next?” I ask.He smiles and unfastens his pants, then shoves them down with his underwear to pool on the floor. His cock springs free. I’m pretty sure it’s bigger than last time. He wraps his hand around it and pumps a few times, until liquid beads on the tip.“You can go slow,” he says. “Trust me, it’s just as good slow.”I lick the bead of liquid before I can overthink it. His flavor bursts over my tongue, salty and musky and Dante. I hum.“Good.” His voice sounds tight. “Now put your hand where mine is. You don’t have to take it all.”I cup his length, firm but springy u
DanteI stare at El for a long moment, just watching her chest rise and fall under the blanket. As soon as she wakes up, I’m going to need to hop on aftercare. She’s been remarkably resilient to the power dynamics so far, but I won’t risk anything happening to her out of my laziness. I grab my phone and head upstairs, still naked, deciding to run a bath and then wake her.She picked the biggest room. Rebellious. I know she doesn’t care. Still, I head into the oversized bathroom and turn on the tub.As the water pounds against the surface, my thoughts drift. Tony isn’t taking Seb to their nonna’s, though I’m sure he’d love it if he was. No, Tony got a lead on some guys connected to the ones who jumped us, and I decided—for some fucking reason—that he should take Seb, and I should come up here. I pour myself a glass of scotch from the liquor cart in the bedroom and shake my head. I should be in the city, prowling the streets for Luca. We keep just catching his scent, then losing it agai
EleniOn Thursday, I lean back in the passenger’s seat and try to see the late-morning sun through the blacked-out windows. Dante’s hand rests possessively on my leg, and it feels like an anchor as we drive back into the chaos of the city. After days of his constant touch, I think I might lose my mind if he let me go.And it doesn’t hurt that his hand creeps a little higher at every red light, now that we’re off the highway. Desire coils in my gut like he didn’t make us late wringing one last orgasm out of me before we left. I don’t mind. It was his timetable anyway.I glance at him. On the ride up, he couldn’t stop talking, but never to me. This time, he’s been mostly quiet, but he looks at me every time the road doesn’t need him. Either way, I haven’t learned much.My stomach grumbles, and I cover it quickly.“I guess you didn’t eat much,” Dante says.We share a smile at the memory of his cock in my mouth before we left. A mi