Fatal Pursuit

veintidós/ventidue

When we entered my room, they let me down. Dante gave me another spank, "Mm, it does have some nice movement to it. Why the fuck have I not been spanking you before? Especially with how much you deserve it."

"She absolutely does, doesn't she?" Nacho agreed, caressing my jawline, "Always teasing, always playing...such a naughty girl."

"Hmm... I have just the thing for that," he tugged the chair out from under my desk, "Sit your ass down."

"Like... bend over it?" I asked.

"No," Dante shook his head, getting close to my face, "If I wanted you bent over, I would have you bent over." I felt a tingly shiver from the waist down.

It was still so daunting whenever Dante would have this sort of attitude change when it came to sex. He was so sweet and wholesome normally but when he had the craving for me, he could turn so abrasive and even demanding. Like it was his personal obligation to give me pleasure and no one, not even me, could get in the way of him completing his objective. Don't get me wrong, though. I found it oddly sexy how he could just flip a switch like that. Because he could also be gentle and tender when he made love to me.

"Lose the towel and sit your pretty ass in that chair for me."

I did as he asked and sat down, looking up at him confused.

He knelt down before me, holding my leg in his large hand as he kissed upwards from my ankle to my calf, and out of nowhere he asked, "Do you remember all the phrases that I taught you in Italian?"

"Kind of, why?"

He looked up at me, "Let's play a little game. I'll say something and you translate it." his kisses crept up the side of my knee, meanwhile Nacho's warm breath stroked my face as his kisses scattered my shoulder and neck.

He wants to do this right now?

Dante kissed right above my knee, "Ti adoro."

"I adore you." I responded.

He nodded, spreading my knees apart, "Ho bisogno di te."

"I...", my focus shifted back and forth between his kisses and Ignacio's, "...need you?"

He rewarded me with a kiss on my upper thigh before lifting my leg up and placing it onto his shoulder. He pulled my hips closer to the edge of the chair, "Ti amo."

"I love you."

He kissed my inner thigh, his head traveling deeper between my legs with each kiss, sucking the skin into his mouth gently, "That was an easy one. How about ti venero?"

My breath caught between my teeth and tongue for a moment as Ignacio took my breasts up, kneading them in his hands while continuing to kiss the spots on my neck and behind my ear that he knew drove me crazy.

"Focus..." Dante reminded me gently, his lips continuing to indulge me, "Ti venero, tell me the answer, angel."

I could feel myself starting to unravel, "I don't- I don't know...what's venero?"

"Worship..." he whispered in a gravelly tone, his head now directly between my thighs, his eyes penetrating me. Lips just a kiss away from my pussy, "Now, put it all together. Io... ti... venero." he enunciated slowly with his smoky accent.

"I... worship you."

He smirked, "Yes. My smart girl. Now, sit back and let us worship your body." I tipped my head back as Dante kissed me down there, Ignacio's hand grasped my face as he kissed its perimeter, his free hand squeezing my breast.