Watching me walk toward him, his nostrils flare as he looks over my naked body. As I see his jaw clenching, the feeling of power radiates through my bones. I have never felt such power and confidence before in my life. My life before I met Dante was one of survival, weakness, and I was barely existing. Never would I have been confident enough to walk around naked in front of anyone without my clothes on. In fact, I have never done it before. I thought of myself as insignificant, a nobody. But I trust Dante, and he eyes me like he wants to eat me whole. Like he would do anything I ask of him. It is empowering.

As I reach him, I do what I have wanted to do for the past few weeks each time he sits here. I climb onto his lap. I straddle him, fully naked, sitting up on him, and his head falls back. His hands grip onto the arms of the chair, but his eyes wander in appreciation, from my lips down my body and back up again.

“Good morning,” I say to him cheekily with a small smile as my hands run up his shoulders and rest around his neck. I lean closer, and he doesn’t hesitate to grip onto my neck and pull me toward him, our lips touching briefly before his tongue twirls with mine.

“Fucking great morning,” he says back to me, his hands leaving my face and running up and down my thighs before they rest on my naked ass. His fingers sink into my cheeks, pulling and grabbing, massaging my muscles. He runs them up my torso until they reach my breasts, where he again grabs them, molding them in his hands, feeling them fully before he runs his hands back down to my ass.

“Do you want to make it even better?” I ask him, not quite believing that I’m saying that to him, but at this moment, he makes me feel wanted and sexy and I want to please him more than anything. My hands move down his chest, and I feel his tight muscles flex under the material as my hands pass every ripple.

He moves one of his hands across my hips and slides it down to my entrance, where he starts to circle my clit, a move he did last night, and as he spreads my juices around, my heart rate increases.

“You’re so fucking wet already, Little Red,” he groans, looking at me as he continues moving his finger in circles, and my nipples peak. My breathing quickens, and I lean back a little, my hands behind me resting on his knees as his fingers push inside me. First one, then a second one.