Stella's Own

Part 10

Stella called Dante into her room that night. Once he was in she closed and locked the door behind him. He began to get nervous. Knowing what she did to Antonio's man he didn't know what she would do to him.

"Sit." She commanded pointing to one of the emerald green armchairs. Dante did as told and sat down, losing sight of her in the room. He then saw a red rope flung over his head and around his chest. Dante reached for it but heard her voice, "Don't ." That was all she said.

He sat back gripping the arms of the chairs. She finished stapling him down, around his chest and arms all to the chair. She walked around to the front of him and stood over him.

All he could think of was how damn good she looked in her black silk dress. The sleeves falling just below her shoulders and a slit on her right leg gave movement to the dress and occasionally peaked her thigh.

With her arms crossed she started scolding him. "If you ever challenge me again on my own safety I will be very harsh with my punishments." Sauntering over to her drink tray she poured some scotch into a glass and downed it all then poured another one. "It would do you good to listen to me, Dante. As you saw I'm a better shot than you'll ever be." She set down the scotch bottle and a knock came from the door.

Opening the door Luca stepped in. When he saw Dante he leaned down and whispered to her. "No, he's here for a reason." She explained staring over her shoulder eyeing the man tied to the chair.

Luca's hands were immediately all over her. She stood facing Dante with Luca behind her making sure he was watching all of it. "Dante, if you are going to be my only plaything while we're away in Boston it's time you watch someone fuck me how I like it." Stella's eyes were dark. She loves torturing him. Dante was silent and clenching his jaw keeping him from begging her to stop because he loved it too. His breathing began to quicken as he watched Luca and Stella make themselves comfortable on her bed.

Luca was on top of Stella kissing every inch of her collar bone as she lightly moaned and caressed his head. Luca shimmied the dress off Stella and was worshiping her beautiful breasts. Stella turned her head and made direct eye contact with Dante. He was trying his best to control himself but Stella could see the blush on his cheeks and the tent on his black slacks.

Luca put a hand in her pussy and was rubbing her senseless. Stella's moans were angelic to Dante. His primal instinct was to rip out of his chair and shove Luca off of her, while his submissive side was white-knuckled to the chair, staying bound like a good boy.

"Uhhhh yes, Luca." She moaned. Dante had fantasized so many times about how his name would sound in a moan coming from her.

Lost in his thoughts Dante hadn't realized that Luca was naked on top of Stella grinding himself on her leg. They were kissing so deeply that every other thrust on her leg was when they gasped for air. Luca moved his lips to her neck and she stared at Dante commanding him to watch as Luca slid himself into her. Stella grabbed his arms and dropped her jaw open, all while keeping eye contact with Dante.

Luca saw where her eyes were so intense and stared Dante down with a sense of pride. There had never been bad blood between the two men, but they both knew Luca had more repertoire with Stella.

Dante stared at the two as they began to hungrily take each other in, desperately wishing he was the one inside Stella. His pants had started to get so tight he was sure the zipper was going to leave an imprint.

Her moans had drawn him in so much to the scene that when Luca started moaning with her, he had almost lost control. A grunt came from Dante and Stella focused back on the bound man. She flipped over onto her stomach so she could watch as Dante watched Luca finish her off.

"Mmm, you so badly want to be in Luca's position." She moaned. "You should see how red and desperate you are." Stella purred as Luca slid into her from behind again. Luca placed his hands to the side of her back and began thrusting hard. He had Stella moaning and whimpering so loud he was sure anyone who walked by the room would hear.

"Fuck, yes Luca." She said, over and over again until her sounds stopped and she was lost in the orgasmic bliss.

Luca landed on top of her kissing her neck and back. He had reached his finish when Stella had. The sweaty bodies looked at Dante with the eyes of demons. "Do you think he's learned his lesson?" Stella questioned still panting.

Luca looked at the poor man, "He's new, don't scare him off." 

Dante was sure his clothes had burned off from how hot he was. The heat from his cheeks felt like his face was melting.

"Luca, what do I do to bad dogs?" She asked, sitting on the bed crossing her legs.

He stood up at attention, "You cage then, Mistress." Dante didn't know what that meant, most likely being thrown in the cellar.

"Fetch it for me. Hopefully this one fits." She smiled leaning back in her chair.

Luca returned to the room with a small metal device. Panic set into Dante as he realized the cage wasn't a place, it was a chastity cage for his dick.

"Put it on him." She commanded.

Luca paused and looked at her.  "If he won't fit, grab some ice and make him." She scolded.

Dante was close to a panic. He'd never worn a chastity cage before. How would he fit right now if he was rock hard? That was what the ice was for, he realized.

Luca grabbed the ice bucket from her drink tray and set it next to him as he kneeled between Dante's legs. Dante looked at him with pleading eyes but Luca never looked up.

After unbuttoning and pulling Dante out of his underwear he had gotten harder. With each touch from Luca, Dante moaned. Then it was as if he was stung on his dick by a wasp. He hunched over in pain, straining against the rope.

"Ice on a hard dick uncomfortable?" Stella mocked.

After minuets of torture, Luca was able to fit Dante into the small cage. Pressing his dick into itself. He was locked in and Luca handed the key to Stella.

Standing at attention to her side Stella stared at his still caged member sticking out of his slacks.

"Don't think I won't be this easy next time." She warned standing up to enter her bathroom. "Come along, pet." Luca chased after her into the bathroom.

For hours he had to listen to her moans over and over again. Just from his dick to get hard, then soft, then hard again. It was endless pain for him.

Sometime in the night he had dozed off and was asleep still bound to the chair. When he woke up the next morning, the rope was gone, but Stella was asleep in her bed. There was a small urge in him to climb into bed with her, but when he moved he felt no metal device on his dick. She must have taken it off while he was asleep.

He slipped out of the room and went to his own. Hoping to catch a couple hours of sleep before he had to do rounds.