My legs were shaky as I bent to peel off the damp material. He held out a broad palm for me to drop them in.

“You can’t be quiet so I will make you quiet,” he told me. “Can you take it?”

My head was nodding before I could think it through.

Dante didn’t give me a chance beyond that to object.

“Open,” he demanded, waiting for my red lips to fall open before he careful rolled up my wet panties and stuff them inside.

A shiver rippled down my spine, but it wasn’t one of fear. To think I used to believe such things were deviant and wrong.

There was nothing wrong and everything sexy and empowering about Dante gagging me with my own underwear, carefully using his discarded bowtie wrapped around my head to secure it.

He tweaked the bow he tied over my mouth, his voice wracked with desire as he said, “You look like the best fucking Christmas present.”

I groaned through the fabric.

It was impossible not to arch closer to him. To want to preen and pose for him so that he might better praise me for being beautiful and his. There was no room for insecurity between the tight fibre of our bond. No hesitation or worry, no inkling of shame.

Just love and passion so hot it seared me from the inside out.

Dante stepped back to study me, rubbing his hand over the slight dimple hidden under the five o’clock shadow of his scruffy chin. One hand reached out to tug the bodice of my dress down, propping my breasts up like plump offerings. He tweaked one nipple until it throbbed and reddened.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured as if in a trance, his eyes glossed with hazy desire. “Bellissima, donna mia.”

His free hand found my drenched pussy, cupping it for a moment before sinking three fingers inside. I choked on the drool pooling behind the makeshift gag, legs quaking from the sharp sting and pleasurable burn of being filled too much too quickly. He pressed closer, one thigh slotting between my thighs to push against my clit.

“You’re soaking my trousers, Elena,” he told me, not to scold me, but to praise me for being so wet for him. “Do you like it when I play with you like this?”

I nodded quickly, my skull knocking against the house.

“Do you need more?”

Another nod, my breath moving harshly through my nostrils as I fought to breathe through the lust clogging my throat.

I tipped my head down to watch Dante’s big hands undo his belt, unzip his black trousers and pull his thick, veiny cock from his boxer briefs. There was a pearl of moisture on the tip that made my mouth water. He ran his thumb over the head, correctly reading the look in my eyes, and raised it between us to show me his precum.