Sweet Torture

Note: This chapter contains explicit sexual scenes that might not suit some.

Mireille adjusted in her seat and took her gaze off her phone as she heard Dante’s footsteps approaching the living room.

“Welcome” Mireille welcomed him with a small smile as he walked into the living room. He was dressed in a black shirt and black trousers and his dark hair was ungelled and curly.

Dante’s gaze softened immediately he saw her and he raised the bag in his hand.

“For you, Principessa”

“What is that?” She asked and Dante sat beside her on the couch.

“Since you have decided to abandon the black card I gave you and never spend it, I have decided to buy you things myself” Dante gave the bag to her.

“I have more than enough already. I can’t think of anything else I need to buy” Mireille grumbled and opened the bag.

It was a jewelry set. Mireille’s eyes lit up as she brought it out of the bed.

“This is so beautiful and looks so expensive too”

“I wonder if you forget who I am everyday”

“There is something else there, Princess” Dante added and Mireille looked into the bag to find a collar and cuffs.

She gulped down hard as she took both out of the bag. ‘Principessa’ was written on the collar and engraved on the cuffs.

“What do you say to the gift?” Dante asked, his voice getting deeper noticeably.

“Thank you, Master” Mireille whispered, feeling heat between her legs.

“Would you like to show your Master how grateful you are for his gifts?” Dante dropped his right hand to her exposed thighs.

“In whatever way Master wants his Princess to” Mireille replied, her breathing getting heavier as his hand journeyed upwards.

“Come over here” Dante ushered and Mireille moved closer to him, closing the little distance between them.

Dante’s strong arms picked her up and sat her over his already hard but clothed cock.

“Mmmhmm” Mireille moaned softly, as her legs parted and let her pussy sit right over his cock.

Dante wrapped his left arm around her waist, trapping her body to his. His right hand rested on her left tit and locking eyes with her, Dante groped her tit.

“Oh yes” Mireille moaned in satisfaction as his strong hands fondled her roughly. Dante trailed his hand into her dress and groaned as his hands came in direct contact with her soft tits.

He fondled both tits for a few seconds before grabbing the neckline of the dress and pulling at it, ripping the dress.

“Oh god!” Mireille gasped, her pussy getting wetter at the sudden ripping of her dress that now exposed her tits to his face.

“So fucking beautiful and sexy. It’s no wonder I think about fucking you all day and I just can’t fuck you out of my system.” He buried his face into her tits and Mireille’s hands grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer into her tits.

His mouth took the right nipple and Mireille moaned as his tongue flicked the hard, aroused nipple.

“Yes, Master. Ohh…. Thank you” she moaned and Dante’s left arm left her waist and went to her neck.

“Oh fuck!” Mireille threw her head back as her air supply was gradually cut off as he tightened his grip around her neck.

Without warning, Dante bit down on her nipple hard and Mireille gasped in the pain and pleasure that accompanied it.

Dante shifted his attention to her left tit, his tongue flicking all over the tit and covering the soft mound of flesh in his saliva before landing his focus on her nipple.

Mireille shivered, her pants wet with her pussy juices at this point. Looking into her eyes, Dante bit down on the nipple and pulled at it.

“Christ! Fucking Christ!”

Dante pulled his mouth off her tit and his hand off her neck.

“On your knees and get rid of that dress before I rip it into shreds” He ordered and Mireille slipped off his body and got on her knees.

She quickly discarded the ripped dress, throwing it a bit farther away from her.

Dante picked the cuffs and the key, unlocking them.

“Your hands” he demanded and Mireille lustfully stretched her hands out to him. Dante cuffed her hands and dropped the keys, then reached for his belt, unbuckling it.

“You do recall that you came the last time without permission and I haven’t punished you for it?” he asked and Mireille nodded.

“Oh, you know I want words. I fucking want you to speak” Dante held the belt in his right hand, his left hand unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yes Master” her thinned voice quivered and Dante’s cock throbbed to her voice.

“I came without permission and Master has not punished me yet” she added, her tits heaving with every deep breath she took.

“Tell me you are eager to be punished” Dante trailed the belt around her tit.

“I… I am eager to be punished” her voice faltered as she knew what was coming next.

“Good girl” Dante groaned and raised the belt then let it down over her right tit.

“Oh fucking Christ!” Mireille cried out as the pains coursed through her body but made her even wetter.

Tears filled her eyes instantly and Dante growled in pleasure.

“I thought I’d be tired of fucking you after a few times but I keep coming back, wanting to fuck you the more.” Dante whipped her tit again and Mireille cried out before breaking into soft whimpers.

“And it’s your fault” Dante growled.

“It’s your fault for being my perfect whore, so perfect that I can’t stop coming back” he whipped at her again and a scream tore through her lips.

“I… I think I am going to cum” Mireille cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“You want to cum while being punished?” Dante crouched down in front of her and grabbed her sore right tit.

“And you think I will give you the chance to do so?” Dante smirked and got onto his feet.

“Get onto the couch and lay your perfect ass for me. I need to make it all red and nice”

“Oh god, Master likes my ass” Mireille whimpered, trying to get on her feet.

“No, Master loves your ass” Dante corrected her and picked her up from the floor since her wobbly legs were not helping her attempts.

He dropped her on the couch and knelt beside the couch while Mireille’s face was buried in the couch, her cuffed hands trapped under her and her lips still quivering with whimpers.

“Oh god” Dante groaned, admiring her ass. He spanked her with his hand and her ass jiggled sexily.

“I… I love that” Mireille moaned.

“I need to get this ass seated over my fucking face” Dante reached down, letting his cock out and wanking it needily.

Just then, Mireille’s phone rang and Dante frowned at the interruption. He glanced at the phone and the caller ID said Belinda.

“Belinda” he groaned.

“Oh my” Mireille trembled but made no attempt to get off the couch.

“She is here already”

Dante was clearly pissed off that Belinda would be interrupting his thing but a smirk soon curled up his lips.

“Are you comfortable with Belinda seeing you in this state and does she know about us?” He asked, giving her ass a nice smack that made her moan incoherently.

“She knows about us and… She’s my best friend. I think she will do just fine” Mireille whimpered and Dante pulled off his shirt.

“Here, put it on” he handed it over to Mireille and she knelt on the couch, doing as he said and not knowing what Dante was planning next.

Dante leaned over, kissing Mireille’s parted lips hard and groping her ass as he did so. He broke the kiss when the phone rang again and picked the phone up.

“Tell her to come in” he handed the phone over to Mireille and Mireille looked at him, her lust hazed eyes confused for a moment but the urge to do anything to cum made her do as he said.

“Hello Bel”

“Hey Mireille. What’s wrong with your voice?”

“Nothing. Are you at the gate already?” Mireille asked, gasping at the end of her words as Dante slipped two fingers into her sopping wet pussy.

“Remember you can’t cum yet” he whispered to her and Mireille nodded, her breathing getting heavier.

“Yes, but are you fine?” Belinda asked.

“Give the phone to the guard” Mireille demanded, her voice taking a higher pitch as Dante started thrusting his fingers in her pussy, fucking her.

“Alright” Belinda sounded confused but handed the phone over to the guard.

“Let her come in” Dante said into the phone and ended the call, dropping the phone back.

“Oh god! Master. Please let me cum” Mireille cried as his fingers continued working their magic inside of her.

“I will only let you cum when your friend is here” Dante slipped his fingers out of her and took them into his mouth, sucking her juices while staring into her eyes.

“Oh, look at you. You look like a fucking sexy mess already” Dante cooed and ran his hands through her hair, straightening the now rough hair.

He brushed his thumb over her cheeks, wiping the streak of tears away.

“Alright, you look quite decent now” Dante pushed his rock hard cock back into his trousers, sexy groans escaping his lips as Mireille watched him do it, her eyes filled with lust. He unlocked the cuffs and picked her up from the couch and walked round, dropping her at the back of the couch and then going down on his knees.

Bent on his knees, the couch hid him completely while only the upper part of Mireille’s body could be seen.

Mireille trembled, realizing his plans.

“No… I won’t be able to hold back another minute” She shook her head.

“Hmm… Really? It’s only been a few minutes, Principessa” he dropped a kiss on her ass.

“I have never denied you an orgasm for an hour long, right? You should be grateful” he kissed the other ass cheek and then spread her ass, revealing her asshole.

“The other time in the office, you sucked me while Andrew was right there. Consider this payback cause I am going to suck this pussy and it will be your duty to talk to your friend casually and hold back from moaning. You’d better be able to convince her to look away before you cum if not, she would find out you just came on my face while talking to her and she would also get to also see what you look like when cumming.”

Mireille shuddered and gripped the couch tight. This was going to be a really tough pleasurable torture. She was sure she would not last a minute more no matter how much Dante asked her to hold back. She could not anymore. She was going crazy already with need. She tensed up as she heard Belinda’s footsteps.

“Mireille” Belinda called, getting to the living room and immediately, Dante buried his face in her pussy.

“Y… Yes” Mireille’s toes curled and her eyes threatened to roll back as she tried hard to talk to Belinda.

Belinda narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Belinda moved closer.

“No!” Mireille’s word came out more like a moan.

“Don’t… Don’t come closer” Mireille gripped the couch even harder as his tongue lapped at her clit and his index finger pushed into her pussy.

“What the hell are you doing?” Belinda asked, not believing that what was going on was the same thing she was starting to think.

“Look away Belinda! Please look away!” Mireille screamed and crashed down onto Dante’s face, squirting all over his face and trembling in pleasure and relief.

“Oh god” she moaned, whimpering softly.

“Oh my fucking god” Belinda gasped, her back turned to Mireille as she had looked away when she asked her to.

Dante slapped her ass, jiggling it in his hands before taking his face away from her pussy, licking his lips.

“That was tasty” he groaned and got up onto his feet.

He looked at Belinda who was still looking away and then at Mireille who seemed to still be out of the world.

“A bath first? Or you would talk to your friend first?” He asked Mireille softly, kissing her lips.

“I… You can leave. I will talk to her and take a bath” she replied

“Alright, Princess” he gave her lips another soft kiss and then walked away, shirtless.