Stella's Own

Part 5

After hours of her trying to coach Dante in how to play chess, they finally gave up and were just listening to the records in the parlor. Stella had put on some Frank Sinatra and was pouring some wine from one of their cheaper sauvignon blanc imports.

Dante had continued to open up about himself. He liked lacrosse and was in exercise science because he wanted to be a trainer for a team. Though they had grown up in the same town, Stella was shipped off to boarding school because it was safer, but also she would miss out on growing up with kids her age that had fathers in the mafia. Apparently Dante had gone to public schools with all those kids and knew them well when they joined themselves into her ranks. Dante wanted to go to college so he stayed out, until now.

After chatting with him she was now swaying to the jazz holding her glass. Dante watched her for a second before slipping the glass out of her hands and onto his shoulders. "Oh, well hello." She marveled as he began to sway with her. "I didn't know you danced."

He smiled down at her as they let the music lead them. "I'm full of surprises tonight I guess." His lips were a darker pink and thin as he pulled them into a smile. His nose was wide but straight, which allowed room for his brown eyes to peer down at her.

Stella intertwined her hands behind his head staring at those brow marbles as they danced. It was peaceful and quiet. A kind of tenderness she hadn't experienced before. As they swayed with each other song after song, Stella put her head on his chest and he leaned his chin on top of her head. It seemed like hours had passed, then suddenly the record stopped and it was quiet.

She pulled away from him and smiled. "That was lovely, thank you." She whispered pulling at the sides of his collar, then pecking him on the cheek. "We should turn in. My parents will be home any minute and will probably wonder why we are still up." Grabbing her glass of wine from the table she turned to head to her bedroom.

Dante followed her upstairs, he contemplated if it was all the alcohol, or if he was really feeling a pull to her.

Opening the door to her room, Dante gripped her arm gently getting her attention. His eyes showed the conflict between lust and control. Her light green eyes met his and he forgot how to breathe. She stepped towards him, giving him just enough room to come to her if he wanted to. He tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ears as his eyes wandered from her lips to her eyes. A smile of hope appeared on her lips as she stared at him.

Closing the gap between them he kissed her with passion brushing his tongue over hers. He guided her backward into the room kicking the door closed behind him. Without taking his lips off of hers he squatted and lifted her up. Stella wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He set her down on the bed, taking the wine from her hands and setting it on the nightstand. He went back to her lips and leaned his body over hers.

Stella then pushed him off of her lips and sighed, "We should stop."

He sighed, resting his forehead on hers. "I know you have boys here waiting for your beck and call. And it pains me when they come for your service."

She looked into his eyes, "Are you jealous, Dante?" She teased. Part of her was hoping that this would be like a teenage hook up with no kink attached. Holding on as long as possible to keep him out of it.

"I don't know." He huffed flopping to the side of her, running a hand through his hair.

"Do you know what I do with them?" Licking her lips she asked. If Dante was genuinely curious no reason in keeping him away.

"Do with them?" He mimicked.

Her face turned devilish. "I could bring one of them in here and show you."

His thoughts raced with the endless possible kinks that Stella could have. What was so intriguing to her about having men be at her will? Dante's face showed concern. "Or, you could be one of them for the night." She whispered undoing his shirt. His breathing quickened with excitement. "What'll it be?" She murmured.

Dante caught her hand undoing the buttons and brought it to his mouth. "Use me tonight." He said between kisses.

Without a second thought, she caught both of his hands in hers and saddled herself over him, pushing his hands above his head running her lips along his neck. He moaned in pleasure. "I like being in charge, so when we are intimate like this you are to call me Miss after every sentence. Got it?" He nodded back. "Don't move your hands." She ordered, moving down his chest undoing the buttons of his black dress shirt. He wore the same outfit every day, but she didn't mind. He looked good in it. She kissed down his chest and finally got to the last button pulling his shirt out of his slacks revealing his tatted torso.

She sat upon his hips and marveled at each one. None of them had color and were all spaced out. Dante caught her staring and said. "They each have a meaning, Miss." She paused at him saying her title. Stella didn't think about what it would sound like coming from him. It was smooth yet euphoric.

"Tell me about this one." She ordered, dragging her finger along the dragon that snaked its way across his collar bone forming a necklace and then up the other side of his neck.

"I got that one when I turned 19. The dragon symbolizes courage and wisdom. It to me reminds me that we are bigger than the problems we face." He explained.

"What about the rose on your neck?" She asked, leaning down and kissing it.

His breath hitched as be tried to explain. "I just thought it looked sexy." Stella laughed and sucked on it.

With the sound of the front door opening, she sat straight up and hurriedly dragged him up with her.

"You gotta go." She commanded, practically shoving him towards the door.

"What? Aren't you like the leader of this house? Why do they care if we are sleeping together?" He questioned leaning back into her to make it harder for her to kick him out.

"Even though I'm 21, I'm still their little princess. They're going to come and check on me, that's what they usually do after these kinds of events. Maybe another time cowboy." She lectured, shoving him out her door with a slap on the ass.

Turning off every light in her room, she hopped into bed, hoping that Dante had disappeared before her parents made it up the stairs. Though, to her surprise, they didn't check on her. It was perfect timing for her because she just exposed this side of herself to him, and didn't know how much control she had. She didn't want to lose herself in him just yet, but she still wanted to feel in control. Something about him was different.

Stella shrugged it off and cozied down for the night. But her thoughts raced at the possibilities she had with Dante. How far would he be willing to go for her?

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A/N; slow burn erotica? Maybe.