Wicked Surrender (Regency Sinners)(20)

“My balls?” he prompted gruffly.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, although the blush deepened in her cheeks. “I repeat, place your hands on the seat beside you and do not move them unless I give you permission to do so.”

The last of Dante’s tension left him as he realized there was deep pleasure for him in doing as Bella asked.

“Part your legs. Now,” she added firmly. “Wider.”

Dante allowed his legs to fall apart until the gap was wide enough for Bella to kneel between his parted thighs. His cock was an aching throb as she began to unfasten the fold of his pantaloons. “You seem experienced at this.” He could not help feeling a small amount of resentment at knowing that experience had to have come from Bella’s husband, when she’d admitted to having no other lover but Aston.

Her brows rose, all movement ceasing. “Did I give you permission to speak?”

“You did not instruct me not to.”

“Well, I am doing so now.” She gave him a frown. “You are not to speak. Or move—”

“My cock may have ideas of its own where movement is concerned,” he drawled as his member pulsed eagerly for this torture to begin.

“Your cock shall do exactly what I decide it shall do. And when I decide it,” Bella added firmly.

Her dominance sent a shiver of pleasure down the length of Dante’s spine before it settled in those balls she had threatened to squeeze.

“Please,” he murmured hopefully when she remained unmoving.

“You have not yet agreed to what I asked.”

“You are a heartless siren.”

She gave a mocking smile, brows raised expectantly.

Dante drew his breath in sharply at that wicked look of seduction. No woman had ever turned his own need for dominance back on him in this way before now. It was…thrilling. “I shall not speak or move if you will pleasure me.”

Bella had little experience at pleasuring a man. No experience at all at what she was about to do. She had occasionally encouraged and watched Jeremy as he took his cock in hand when she was too tired or perhaps not feeling well enough to perform in their marriage bed. But she had never performed that task for him.

She was not averse to doing so with Dante. In fact, the anticipation of doing so was causing a prickling heat between her thighs and causing her breasts to swell beneath her gown.

She better understood Dante’s pleasure in dominance now. It was exhilarating to appear to have him completely at her mercy. To know she could do with him as she willed, merely because she had said that was what she intended.

Appeared at her mercy, because she inwardly knew Dante had given his permission for her to do these things.

As she had given him her own permission to do them to her last night.

It was not dominance over another at all, she acknowledged with a sense of wonder, but the surrender of one’s will to another, in the full confidence they would do you no harm. Indeed, it was the person surrendering who held the power in the relationship, with the granting of that surrender.

Bella felt a sense of calm wash over her as she finished unfastening Dante’s pantaloons before turning back the fold of material, revealing he wore no undergarments as his cock immediately sprang free of that confinement.

The base was surrounded by a nest of dark curls, his shaft long and thick, much more so than Jeremy’s. Engorged veins ran along the length of it to where the skin was pushed back, and the bulbous head glistened a deep and tempting purple.

Dante’s cock was very long and very thick. So much so, Bella’s fingers did not meet her thumb as both her hands encircled that girth. It felt…incredible. The skin was like velvet encasing a length of vibrant steel beneath, and she could feel the hot blood rushing just beneath the surface.

Bella heard Dante’s indrawn breath as she stroked her hands along the length of it, but decided not to reprimand him for it. A gasp was not words spoken.

Besides, she was too filled with awe as his cock pulsed hotter and harder, a thick droplet of fluid seeping from the slit at the top before dribbling down her hand. She acted purely on instinct as she leaned forward to lick that droplet from her own skin. The flavor burst on her tongue, a delicious mixture of sweet, salt, and spice.

Dante gave a groan and thrust his cock impatiently into Bella’s encircling fingers as she sat back on her heels to savor his taste.

Her eyes darkened as she looked at him. “Did you move? You may speak,” she instructed as he remained silent.

“I moved,” he acknowledged. Dear God, how could he not move when the pleasure of Bella’s fingers wrapped about the length of his cock, watching her as her tongue licked his pre-cum from the back of her own hand was slowly killing him?

She tilted her head to the side as she studied him for several long seconds. “What would you consider a suitable punishment for such a transgression?”

Dante’s admiration for Bella grew deeper as he acknowledged the ingenuity of her invitation for him to choose his own punishment. “Maybe if you were to take my cockhead into your mouth and suck…?”

She eyed him quizzically. “That is a punishment?”

“I promise I will groan and writhe the moment you do so,” he encouraged.

“Even though you are forbidden to speak or move?”

Damn it, it was not so easy to surrender as Dante had thought it would be. “If you will only take my cock into your mouth, I promise I will endeavor not to groan or writhe,” he amended hopefully.