“No.” I felt my knees start to wobble. “You’ve definitely got the wrong girl.”
“You can run from it, but your hunger will not be satiated by the mundane.” Dante put his hand on the back of my neck and then let his hand start sliding down my back.
His touch is like fire that burns in my soul.
“I really should go.” I looked towards the door and exhaled sharply.
“Just a little taste.” Dante leaned forward until his lips were against my ear. “A little taste wouldn’t hurt anything, would it?”
“Uh…” I felt my heart racing in my chest and my throat trying to close up.
“Tell me you want it.” His hand drifted a little lower, resting on the top of my ass.
I do—oh god, what is going on inside me?
“I—I want it.” My voice came out in a whisper as my throat tried to close.
SMACK!
Dante’s hand landed
squarely in the center of my ass. There was an immediate sting that made me jump onto my toes. I looked back at him in shock, confused by what he had done—confused by why it made my body surge with a strange desire that I had never felt before. I pulled away from him and ran towards the door. Shane took a step back and let me pass. I didn’t know what was going on inside me, but it scared me. I wasn’t that kind of girl. I didn’t like that kind of stuff. I was normal—just a normal virgin that was waiting to find the right man. I took the steps two at a time as I ran towards my car and my heart didn’t stop beating in my throat until I was safely inside my car with the doors locked.
“Just drive—get those thoughts out of your head.” I pushed the keys into the ignition and cranked up my car.
My head started to spin as I put distance between my car and Overlook Mansion. It felt like what happened there was a dream—almost like I watched it through someone else’s eyes. When I made it back to Main Street, I finally started to settle down. I was still shaking and the adrenaline was wearing off, so I pulled over to the side of the road and tried to let the feeling pass. None of it made sense. The way Dante made me feel—the way my body reacted to his touch… it betrayed rational thought. I didn’t want him to punish me. I didn’t want to submit. I certainly couldn’t see myself on my knees begging for anything, much less more.
I just need to forget all about this, and probably take a really cold shower. In fact, I should probably just shower in holy water at this point.
* * *
Dante’s eyes haunted me in my dreams that night. His lips whispered things in my ear, secrets I hadn’t yet learned, passions I never knew I craved to embrace. He wasn’t the only one. Shane was there too, with his lips pressed against my other ear, saying dirty things that made me wet. They both wanted me, but it wasn’t just about sex—they wanted to help me learn who I was. They wanted to teach me how to submit and taste my own desires on my lips. They were going to fuck me, though. They were going to ravage my virgin body and bend me to their will. I felt their hands on my body, like electricity swirling in the middle of a wildfire. I was burning up with lust, and I wanted them so bad that I would have done anything they asked just to keep feeling their touch.
“What the hell!?” I woke up with a gasp on my lips that caused me to sit straight up.
It was nothing but a dream, but it had turned my bed into a nightmare. My sheet had been pulled out from the bottom of the bed and it was twisted around my body. My quilt had been kicked clean off. I was sweating, so much so that I left a halo of perspiration around me on the bed. My hair was damp and my pillow was even worse. I untangled myself from my sheet, and found that my pajamas had become twisted around my body as well. Once I started adjusting them, I realized that my panties were wet—not just wet, they were soaked with a mixture of sweat and lust. I picked up my cell phone and stared at the screen. I needed a long soak in a tub, but it was the middle of the night.
My parents will think I’ve lost my mind if I try to take a bath at this hour.
I crawled out of bed and reassembled it. I didn’t bother to tuck the sheet. That could wait until morning. My pajamas were too sticky to wear back to bed, so I pulled them off and used the fabric to wipe off the rest of my sweat. I definitely needed a new pair of panties. The ones around my hips were filthy. I pushed my fingers into the waistband and started pushing them down. When the black cotton was pulled away from my pussy, I felt a surge of desire that swept through my entire body. It was a fire that desperately needed to be put out, and it was burning so much that I could feel the heat radiating against my hand.
I don’t have a choice—I’m never going to get back to sleep if I don’t take care of this.
I was scared of what Dante suggested and all of the things he said about me, but the dream was too fresh for me to think about anything else. I crawled into bed and spread my legs wide, moving my hand down to the burning fire that needed attention in the worst kind of way. My clit was almost swollen and tender to the touch. My pussy was so wet that my entire labia was covered in lust. I thought about Dante and his breath on my back. As soon as I made a few rotations around the sensitive bundle of nerves, Shane joined him—just like in my dream. I belonged to them. They could do anything to me that they wanted. I imagined Dante’s hand moving on my body, just like he did when I was at the Overlook Mansion.
This time I want more than a taste.
I tried to imagine what Dante’s hand would feel like if it landed on my naked flesh. The sting would be worse than what I felt through my clothes. He would probably give me a lot more than one. I had no idea why the thought of it turned me on so much. There was no reason that it should have. I had never been spanked before, or fantasized about it. As I let my finger dance around my clit and thoughts played through my head, I realized it was more than just that—it wasn’t about punishment. It was his demeanor, his commanding presence—a strong desire to do anything he told me to do, whether that was receiving punishment or being pleasured. It was a gnawing need that never manifested itself because I had never met a man like Dante before. Those desires were buried and unawakened until he captured me with his mesmerizing stare.
And then there’s Shane—he’s not just a walking wet dream, he’s straight out of every fantasy I’ve ever had.
Those huge muscles, that chin that could cut steel, those gorgeous sky blue eyes, and skin covered in beautiful ink. That was the kind of man I always thought about when I was imagining the moment I finally lost my innocence. I could have gotten lost in his arms for an eternity if he wrapped them around me. I would have woken up with a smile on my face if I dreamed about him. All of a sudden, my fantasy shifted and I felt an orgasm building. It was exactly like my dream, with Shane on one side and Dante on the other. Fantasizing about that made pleasure surge through my body. I slid a finger down my labia and pushed it inside me while my other continued to move around my clit.
“I’m gonna cum!” I tried to stifle my moans as the pressure got more intense.
Thankfully everyone in the house was asleep except me, because my moans were not as silent as I hoped. The pressure got really intense and I couldn’t control myself. I squirmed on the bed, continuing to imagine both muscle-bound men teasing and touching, working their way down my body with their lips. I imagined myself on my back, just like I was, with my legs spread. Either one of them could have me. My virginity was their prize for making me feel the way that they did. My pussy started to spasm and it squeezed my finger. The bliss took me by storm, raging inside me as I climaxed. I kept my finger moving until all of the pleasure was gone and then I sank down against the mattress with an audible gasp.
That was intense—holy crap.