You're Mine

Chapter 6 - Good Girl

Inside the closet is a black lace one-piece of lingerie, just like Dante said. I pick it up with my pointer- and middle finger. I can feel his stare lingering on my face to see my reaction. I take a deep breath and turn around to him. I force forward a smile, shocking him.

"Now you have to give me some privacy so that I can put it on. And that means the camera too," I demand, still smiling, in a cheery tone. His face changes it's expression from confusion to utter darkness.

"You shall address me as sir," he growls, pushing a chair over in anger. "And if you think that I'll let you get dressed here alone, you're wrong."

I'm left with my mouth hanging open. Am I supposed to change into lingerie in front of him? Why is all this happening?

My hands are shaking as I start taking off my shirt. I quickly turn around, not wanting him to see my tits, as I'm not wearing a bra. I've removed the shirt and am starting on the buttons on my recently zipped pants when I hear groaning behind me. I peek over my shoulder, seeing him rubbing his dick to the sight of my half-naked body. I immediately feel disgusted and pick up my shirt to cover my torso. He suddenly stops, staring at me with fury.

He slowly moves over to me, not removing his eyes from mine, I'm locked in his gaze. Dante grabs my wrist, slamming me onto the floor, causing me to lose my shirt, exposing my bare tits. He continues his rubbing, getting precum all over the front of my upper body. I start silently crying. He doesn't care, just continues until the groans get as loud as a gunshot. Suddenly he pulls my head up by my hair, making my jaw drop. He pushes his cock into my mouth, jamming it in, making me convulse. I'm choking on his dick, almost throwing up each time it enters my mouth. His groaning gets louder and louder until I finally feel his warm cum in the back of my throat and his cock turns limp. He pulls out, quickly blocking my mouth, not allowing me to spit the cum out.

"Swallow," he commands, grabbing the back of my neck. I swallow the sticky substance, just like I was told. "Good girl. Now finish putting that on."

I struggle with standing up, still shaken from the event that just occurred. I silently whisper out "yes sir" before fumbling with my buttons again. I manage to take off my jeans after a minute or two. Dante's waiting patiently on the couch by the dark wood coffee table. All that's left until I'm completely naked is my underwear. I hesitate for a second, but finally find out that I don't care anymore. He's seen my pussy before, so why the fuck should I waste time worrying about him. I pull off my underwear, making Dante sigh with the movement. The sigh. How fun. I can make an impact on this stone-cold man. I slowly, sexily, put one leg after the other into the underwear part of the one-piece. Dante continues breathing irregularly, egging me on. I move the straps over my arms in slow movements. I finish all the smaller details like the stockings that are hanging onto the underwear and all the clamps that are needed to close the front. I lace up the sides of the one-piece with a shiny red ribbon. As soon as I'm finished, I see Dante's overwhelming shadow cast over me.

"Get on the bed."