Old Flame: Dante’s Story by Sam Mariano
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Dante
After a long assnight and a silent ride home, I’m ready for this day to be over. Since I made her stay with me at Luca’s place, Colette is in a sour mood. After Ivan showed up, we needed a fresh round of drinks. The pregnant chick went to grab them, but she dropped Luca’s water bottle cap on the floor and couldn’t bend over to pick it up for him. She had a fucking emotional meltdown, and while I thought it was a ridiculous overreaction, I could practically see her overwrought tears washing away any chance of Colette ever liking Luca. Colette rushed to pick up the dropped cap and insisted on helping her fetch our drinks, then she refused to so much as look at me or Luca for the rest of the visit.
I don’t like that Colette is pouting and I especially don’t like why she’s pouting. I didn’t expect her to love Luca, but I thought they’d be able to be around each other on a casual social basis.
What a fucking day. I’m so ready for bed, I don’t bother turning on the light when we step inside the bedroom.
Colette moves quietly as she undresses in the dark. She’s down to a pair of black panties and a matching bra when I look over at her. Her hair’s pulled up off her neck, but a few wispy locks have escaped. I can’t resist the urge to touch her and I don’t try to. I cross the room, catching her attention. She straightens as I approach, but my gaze isn’t on her face, it’s on that perfect neck and those wispy locks of dark hair. I bring my hand up and cradle the back of her neck in my hand. I’m fascinated by her fragility. I know she doesn’t think she’s built to break, but as I lazily run my fingertips up and down that sensitive area of her body, it’s all I can think about.
“Did you miss having a man in your bed?”
Her eyes narrow slightly with annoyance. “You know I had a man in my bed.”
My grip on her neck tightens in warning and she tips her little chin up defiantly. I smile at her silent protest, then kiss the corner of her mouth. “Nah, that wasn’t a man.”
“Maybe we have different definitions of the word,” she tells me, bending her head to try to get away from me. “You didn’t think those girls tonight were women, maybe I don’t think you’re a man.”
“Don’t bring that here,” I tell her, shaking my head. “That’s business.”
“It’s not to them. You’re ruining people’s lives, Dante, and for what? Money?”
The disdainful way she says that perfectly illustrates how little she truly understands my world. To her, money means paying bills and buying shit she doesn’t need, but that’s not what money is to me. It’s security, power, independence. More money means more safety, it means people might want what we have, but they know better than to fuck with us because we can obliterate them. More money is how I can keep her safe, sleeping soundly each night without knowing about the danger that waits for us outside these walls. If I have to choose between keeping my family safe or letting random fucking strangers be safe, I’ll pick my family every single time.
“I won’t apologize for wanting more for us, Colette. Everybody does, I just do what it takes to get it.”
Shaking her head, she turns away from me and hugs herself. “It’s too far. What I saw tonight is too far. Maybe you’re desensitized because you’ve been around it for longer, but I bet the first time you were shocked like I was.”
Turning my attention back to undressing myself, I tell her casually, “No, the first time I encountered a trafficked woman she was making me breakfast and telling me not to drip oatmeal on my trousers or I’d be late for school. Wasn’t what you’d call traumatizing.”
She turns back and frowns at me. “You were just a child?”
“You’ve met Maria,” I remind her. “She’s been with my family forever.”
“Well, yeah… but… that’s not what that was tonight, Dante. Maria works for your family; maybe she didn’t choose to be there, but she’s valued and well taken care of. Those girls I saw tonight—”
“You don’t need to think about them,” I tell her, shucking my jacket and starting on the buttons of my dress shirt.
She looks at me for a moment, still appearing discontent, then she shakes her head. “I do though. You may be able to control a lot, Dante, but you can’t control my thoughts. I wouldn’t be the person you claim to love if what I saw tonight didn’t upset me.”
I watch as she reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra. I draw off my belt and drop it on the ground, then cross the room in just my slacks and socks. “No, beautiful. That is part of you, but it’s like a blemish on an otherwise beautiful face—something I can look past, not something I’m excited about.”
Laughing shortly, she says, “Only you would consider a conscience a flaw.”
“It is when you’re married to someone like me.”
Her eyes widen slightly, then she shakes her head. “You and I are not married.”
“We will be.” I walk up behind her, bringing my arms around to her front and capturing her newly freed breasts in the palms of my hand. She inhales sharply and closes her eyes, then she lets her head fall back to rest against my shoulder.
“Why would I marry someone like you?” she asks, her voice soft with arousal.
“Because you love me.” I place a gentle kiss to the curve of her neck as I tease her heavy breasts. “Because you know no one else could ever love you the way I do.”
“I’m not sure that’s a bad thing,” she says faintly. “Your love is… a little terrifying.”
Running my thumbs across her hardened nipples, I tell her, “You don’t feel very terrified.”
Her eyes are still closed, but her lips curve up in faint amusement. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“I know. I don’t want you to be.”
“I’m a little afraid of the things you’re capable of though,” she admits.
“That’s all right,” I tell her. Dropping one of her breasts, I snake a hand down her taut stomach, then lower until my palm covers her pussy. “It’s good for you to know what I’m capable of. Good for you to remember, in case you get too comfortable. In case you get bored and restless, as pampered wives sometimes do.” I temper my words with a kiss to her cheek, then plunge a finger inside her. “It’s good for you to always know who you belong to, and better for you to know the consequences if you ever forget.”
“You’re terrible,” she tells me, not for the first time.
“Maybe,” I allow. “But I’m yours.”
Still leaning back against me, she brings an arm up to loop around my neck while I finger her. “I can make your life hell, too, you know,” she informs me, her breath hitching when my finger brushes her clit. “If I wanted to.”
My lips curve upward. “Oh, I know. And you know the price you’ll pay if you make that choice.”
“Mass destruction?” she says a little dryly.
“Mm hmm.” I kiss the curve of her ear, the side of her face, the curve of her jaw. “Nothing comes for free, beautiful, most especially not my pain.”
I hear her swallow, then she reaches down and grasps my forearm. Her hand drops to my hand, then she pushes it away until I withdraw my finger. Once I do, she turns in my arms and looks up at me. “I never wanted to hurt you, you know. That was never my intention. It kills me that I hurt you as much as I did. I honestly didn’t think…” She drops my gaze, shaking her head. Then she looks back up at me and says, “Despite everything, I’m sorry for that. I took no pleasure in causing you pain.”
I bring a hand up and push the loose tendrils off her face, moving my thumb along her jawline in a tender caress. “I know. We don’t have to talk about it anymore. It’s in the past. I’m over it. I want to focus on our future now.”
“I’m still sorry,” she says.
“I’m glad,” I tell her, offering a tender smile. “You shouldn’t want to hurt your man.”
Now she rolls her eyes at me, but it’s good-natured, all things considered. “I never even said you were my man.”
“Your pussy did,” I inform her, bringing the finger I had inside her to my lips and tasting her arousal on my fingertip.
“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” she informs me. “She’s dumb. She’ll say anything for an orgasm.”
“Nah, she knows who her master is.” Colette groans, and I outright grin. “You do, too, you’re wasting your breath denying it.” Since I have her so close, I haul her against my bare torso, slide my hand down the smooth curve of her back, and grab her ass. “Now, enough talking. Get your pretty little ass on the bed.”
“Maybe I don’t feel like it,” she says, but her tone is light.
Even though I know her denial isn’t real, my body responds like it is. Aggression surges through me and I squeeze her ass harder, pulling her more tightly against me and grinding my hard cock against her panties. “Maybe I don’t care.” Her breath catches and she swallows, but she doesn’t bother really trying to pull away. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about your tight little pussy gripping my cock all night long, and I don’t feel like waiting for it any longer.”
The peaceful, pleasant noise that emanates from her throat is more purr than moan. If that weren’t enough, I know she likes what she’s hearing because rather than keep up her feeble pretense of protest, she slides her hand into the tight space between us and wraps her hand around my cock. She strokes me softly, lovingly. I feel her giving herself over to the moment and giving up the good fight even before she sinks to her knees without prompting and takes me into her mouth.
I fist a hand in her hair and let my head fall back. Colette gives the best head, so even though I was eager to get in bed with her, I allow the delay and thrust my hips deeper into her throat. She groans, her nails digging into my hips, and readjusts. It’s not the wet heat of her mouth that feels best, not the eager strokes of her tongue, it’s just the all around sense I get as she sucks my cock that my pleasure is everything to her in that moment, that she’s on fire because she’s pleasuring me.
Especially now when her stubborn little ass won’t admit she’s still in love with me, it helps soothe my impatience. She may not be ready to say it, but she’s ready to show it, just so long as I don’t call her on it.
I don’t want to come in her throat, so as much as I enjoy the good work she’s doing, I pull her off after a couple minutes. My blood heats as she climbs back to her feet, looking up at me with heat in her eyes and swollen lips from paying my dick so much attention.
I grab the back of her neck, yank her close, and kiss her hard. Her body melts against mine and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling herself up so she’s closer to my height. I already have one arm wrapped around her back, so I only need to move the other one under her legs, then I scoop her right up and carry her over to the bed. It reminds me of the day I took her, only this time, she wants me to hold her.
I deposit her onto the bed, then climb on top of her. She starts to push her panties down, but I brush her hand away and take them off myself.
“Don’t rip them,” she murmurs.
“I’ll be gentle,” I assure her.
“Just with the panties,” she adds.
Smirking at her, I say, “Obviously.”
Relieved, she nods her head. Once the panties are off and safely tossed onto the floor beside the bed, she spreads her legs to make room for me. Since she’s so eager for me, I tease her a bit. Rather than shove inside her like I want to, I rub the head of my cock up and down her slick entrance. Colette groans and licks her lips, but after a few seconds, she catches onto what I’m doing and looks up at me with narrowed eyes.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“Fuck me, don’t tease me.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready to,” I inform her.
Her eyes narrow and she shoves me. It catches me off guard so I fall back a little—just enough for her to slide out from under me and push me back on the bed, climbing on top.
Normally I like things on my terms and it’d be easy enough to shove her back down on the bed and show her who’s boss, but I let her have her moment of victory as she slides my cock inside her needy pussy and grabs onto my shoulders. Her up-do has gone to hell and now her dark hair falls in messy sections around her shoulders. The view from down here is nice while she starts bouncing up and down on my cock, hungry for an orgasm.
The novelty starts to fade after about a minute. I start to feel the strain in the ligaments of my muscles, imploring me to take my natural position on top. Colette and I have had some very good rounds in our time with her on top. Once, she came three times and nearly cried, so obliterated by the pleasure of riding my cock, but even then, it was hard for me.
When she pushes herself up this time, I grab her around the waist and keep her from coming back down on my cock. I throw her down on the bed and plant myself between her spread legs. I reach behind her head and tug her hair free because it’s bothering me, then when her long, dark hair falls all around her on the pillow with nothing left to hold it up, I bring my hand up and caress her face. Her blue eyes twinkle with pleasure, then close as I lean down and brush my lips against hers.
“I love you, Colette.”
She grabs onto my wrist and sort of hugs it, but she doesn’t say it back. Aggravation propels my hips forward a little more brutally than I intended and Colette lets go to brace herself on the bed. She shifts in slight discomfort as I shove my bare cock into her—she’s wet, but I’m thick and her channel wasn’t entirely prepared. Once I’m all the way inside her, she wraps her arms around me to pull me close, offering up her soft lips as a repentant compromise. I don’t do fucking compromises, but I take her offering anyway, devouring her mouth, then demanding more and more from her until she’s struggling to keep up.
“Dante,” she gasps against my lips as I pound into her.
I break the kiss and pull back to look down at her. Without word, I shake my head, letting her know I don’t want to talk.
“It’s just…”
Cutting her off, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. Her blue eyes widen with alarm, her hands instinctively grabbing mine to stop the threat, but it’s just her body’s natural reaction. She doesn’t put any oomph behind it. She knows I’d never really hurt her—not like that.
I tighten my hand around her throat, cutting off just enough of her air supply that her eyes roll back with pleasure. “Oh, God, Dante.”
I don’t say a word, just keep a firm hold on her throat and thrust into her with harder, more deliberate thrusts. Her small hands around my wrist tighten and her breaths become shorter and more desperate. When I can tell she’s almost there, I press my fingers harder against her jugular. Colette clutches my arm more desperately, trying a little more earnestly to break my grip, but I ignore it and keep my grip firm.
I watch her pleasure overtake her as she explodes, feel the tight, vice-like grip of her pussy convulsing around my cock. I finally loosen my hold on her throat, letting her suck air into her lungs, listening to her cry of ecstasy as I continue to fuck her into oblivion.
A tear forms in the corner of her eye. I frown, starting to worry I pushed her too far for the first time doing that again in so long. As soon as I let go of her throat, Colette grabs onto me, plastering herself against me and holding on for dear life.
“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing me with her pussy. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Her desperate gratitude sends fire coursing through my veins. I catch her stray tear on my thumb and then hold her against me as I continue to pound into her. I love the way she clings to me, fucking crave it. Feeling her need me, feeling her grateful for me like this, it brings back the best feelings she ever gave me. None of the shitty ones matter right now, as long as we can still have this together.
When my pleasure finally overtakes me, Colette holds me tight while I empty myself inside her. She wraps her whole body around me in the aftermath when I collapse against her, too tired to move.
After a few minutes, when I finally do haul myself off her, she doesn’t want even those few inches of distance. She scoots right up against me, skin to skin, and wraps her arm around my waist. I wrap my arms around her too, repositioning her until we’re comfortable, because I doubt she’s going anywhere the rest of the night.
I let her cuddle in peace for a minute, but then I shift her enough to get her attention. When she looks up to see what I want, I caress her jaw and demand, “Tell me you love me.”
Her brow furrows ever so slightly, her blue-eyed gaze drifting away from mine. “Dante…”
A little harder, I command, “Tell me.”
“You can’t just order me to love you,” she tells me, scowling.
“I don’t have to order you to love me, you already do. I want you to say it.”
“You’re being unreason—”
I cut her off, wrapping my hand around her throat again. “Tell me you love me, or I will make you. I’ll spend the rest of the night fucking you, Colette. I’ll fuck you until you’ve come so many times, you feel like you’re losing your goddamn mind, and I guarantee you’ll tell me you love me then.”
I’ve done similar things to her before, so there’s a knowing wariness in her gaze as it meets mine. I feel her neck move beneath my hand as she swallows.
“Now, do you want to tell me while you still have all your faculties, or do you want me to drive you fucking crazy first?”
She holds my gaze, still a little wary, but she grabs my hand and pulls on it to signal she’s ready to speak. Slowly, I release her throat and bring my arm back down to drape over her waist.
Colette swallows, still appearing conflicted. I know she doesn’t want to say it, but I don’t fucking care at the moment. I want to hear the words, I want to watch them leave her lips, and I’ll get what I want one way or the other.
Knowing that, after a moment’s hesitation, Colette curls close to me. Without meeting my gaze, while snuggled up in the safety of my arms, she quietly admits defeat.
“I love you, Dante.”
