His Queen

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

A R A B E L L A    P O V

Last night had been eventful, the way Dante took care of business. Wow, what can I say? He knows when someone double-crosses him. He acted all calm, not even telling me what the hell was going on. So now we are in an argument on our way to the airport. I'm seething with him, leaving me in the fucking dark.

He turns his head from me. I hate him right now. Reach my hand to slap him, he grabs it around the wrist. "What the fuck is your problem?" His jaw clenches, his free hand makes a fist. "I swear Arabella, one of these days you will push me too far and I will snap." Laughing at him. He throws my wrist to my lap. The limo pulled up to the plane. I open the door, step out. Not waiting for him, I continue to get on the plane.

Take my seat, buckle myself in, gaze out of the window. Do not want to look at him. Glance down at my wrist where he had gripped me, leaving a red mark. He takes his seat; the plane takes off. The entire journey we never spoke. Dante stayed on his phone, checking emails, sending messages. He glanced at me a few times, wanting to say something, but nothing comes out of his mouth.

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We arrive in England where his limo is waiting for us. I left him to stroll to the limo. Put my two cases in the boot of the limo and walked away. All I could hear is him, hiss, a few words about how I disrespected him and told me to go to hell. All in all, this trip was a disaster from start to finish. 

Dante would not shut up about the dress I wore, plus the fact I would not let him sleep with me. What the hell did he expect? He brought that on himself sleeping in the other fucking room. We might love each other, but we are so different from one another. I'm still young, I'm not using it as an excuse. It's a fact.

Stood looking in a shop window at my reflection. Jeans, an oversized hoodie with my trainers on. I don't look like a girl at all. Perhaps I should change my appearance? Why should I? For Dante's sake, for the family or to show I'm a Queen. 

Turn to carry on my path when a hand is placed on my shoulder. "Arabella, get in the car," Dante says with his sweet voice. He takes my hand, threads his fingers with mine. "You are right, I should have told you what was going on." He leans into me, planting his lips on mine.

Follow him to the car where the door is open, waiting for us. Scanned around to notice people staring at us. Smiled and slide into the back of the limo. I need to re-evaluate my life. We drive through town to make our way home. I'm a bitch. An evil fucking bitch.

We arrive at the house. Men patrolling the compounds of the grounds, holding large guns. Dante steps out, steps away from the car, leaving me to get out. Slide-out to have him grab me striding to the house down to the basement. He opens the door to a room throwing me in. "I will not be disrespected." He tells me in his calm voice. All I do is laugh. "Take your clothes off." He demands.

Step back from him to stare at his contorted face. "No." My tone is firm. He takes one step, forcing me back up against the wall into the chains that are hanging from the lofty ceiling. "Arabella. Do as I say. Now take your fucking clothes off." He still demands me. Shaking my head, he grabs me, ripping my clothes from me. I put up a good fight, but he is using the advantage of his muscled body against me. He shackles me. Strides over to the door. "You need your punishment." He spits with anger.

He slams the door closed, leaving me hanging a few inches of the ground in my bra and panties. Knew he would finish my punishment at some stage, just didn't know when. Well, I guess I will be hanging around here for a while. Laughing aloud at what my thoughts are. He acted all calm, just to lower me into his fucking lair. Now I'm mad at myself for letting my guard down.

I will get my own back, mark my words. He will pay for this. Perhaps my plan did backfire on me. But it was fun listening to him rant on. He even mumbled under his breath. Never underestimate Dante or turn your back on him. You could end up losing your life.

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Take my punishment like a good girl? Yeah, right. It had been a few hours when the door opened and Dante strolled in slamming the door behind him. He gets his chair, turns it so the back is facing me. 

Takes his jacket off to place on the back of the chair. His eyes glare at me. He undoes his shirt buttons, not taking his eyes off me. Placed his shirt on the chair. He had come to punish me some more. Obvious being shackled was not enough for him.

Roll my eyes at what he does merely worsen my situation. "Arabella, you need to finish your punishment." Shrug my shoulders at him. He lunges towards me, gripping my throat with one hand. His fingers are tight, ready to squeeze. "I told you not to push me. You leave me no other choice." He takes his hand from my throat, lowers his lips to my neck, pressing gently where his fingers had been. He's good, he's so fucking good. Pulsating between my legs, a mumbled moan comes out. He kisses down over my shoulders down to my flat stomach. His tongue leaving a trail of goose-pimples.

My body quivered with wetness seeping through my panties. My head tilts back, he places one hand on the small of my back, pulling me close to him. God, what the hell is he doing to me? Empowered by his soft touch. He slowly wraps the small strap from my thong around his thumb and rips from my body. Talk about jumping from a cliff. My god, I can feel my cum dripping down my leg.

I had no way of fighting him off. But to be honest, I'm enjoying every second of what he is doing to me. I have lost my fucking mind. His fingers trail down to my clit, teasing me. My eyes closed tight, my breathing laboured, my moans echoed. His finger smooths over my cunt. Want him so fucking badly right now. 

A shiver down my spine when his finger penetrates me. His lips slowly kissing up my body. My heart beats with anticipation. He kisses me long fiercely, showing me his dominance. He slides his finger from me, stands to gaze at me. He smooths his finger over my lips with my own juices, and then sucks his finger. Leans towards me, licks my lips.

Heated up all over. My entire body in and out solely pulsated from wanting him. He steps back, puts his shirt on, smiles at me. My eyes trailed down his body to encounter his bulge in his trousers. "You can't do what you did and leave me like this?" I tell him. He laughs. "Take your punishment like a good girl." He smirks while answering me. "Dante, please." My god, I'm now begging for him. He picks his jacket up, slides his arms in, puts his collar right on his shirt.

He tucks his shirt in. "You have teased me enough times." He steps forward, placing his lips by my ear. His warm breath makes me close my eyes. My body is aching from what he had done. I need to release my orgasm. "If you are a good girl, you will get rewarded." He whispers. Shake my head. He is not getting away with this. He might think he played me, but I will get my own back, and when I do, he will be begging for me. I laughed. He lifts his head, licks my lips and leaves.

He left me hanging from the ceiling in my bra, and no panties with my cum dripping down my leg. How could one guy be so goddamn? hot. My heart is slowing to the speed it should be. I'm infuriated with him. Treating me this way, then leaving. Leaving me at the peak of my orgasm. Should never have let my guard down. How stupid could I be? This is not over.

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ARABELLA DID NOT SEE THAT PUNISHMENT COMING