Chapter 7

Lily’s Pov

I woke up angry and my body was hot and my panties were wet again from the same dream. Dante's hand was around my throat, squeezing the air out of me while his eyes burned into mine. I hated that I liked it, I hated that my body reacted this way when my mind was full of rage.

 I threw the covers off and my hand went between my legs without a second thought. I just started rubbing my clit hard and fast, the way I wished he would do it. I pictured his face, his cold eyes, his big hand cutting off my breath until I saw stars. The pressure built fast and I came with a gasp, my body shaking, but the feeling that came after was not good. It was shame and I was so tired of being this girl who got off on the man who treated me like dirt. I had to show him that I was not a little girl.

I got out of bed and pulled on a short robe, knowing the house was quiet because Dante was supposed to be at some meeting for hours. I knew where his room was and I knew about the other room, the one he took Geneva to. I had to see it, I had to know what he was into so I could be into it too. 

As I stepped into the hallway, I nearly collided with Maria, the housekeeper, who was carrying fresh linens.

"Oh! Miss, I didn't expect you to be up," she said, her eyes widening slightly as she took in my appearance.

"I couldn't sleep," I said, pulling the robe a little tighter. "Is Mr Dante still out?"

Maria nodded, her expression carefully neutral. "Yes, miss. He left early this morning. Said he wouldn't be back until this evening." She paused, then added more quietly, "Is there something you need? I can bring it to your room."

"No, I'm fine. Just... stretching my legs."

She gave me a small smile and continued down the hallway, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding as I stared at the door to Dante's room at the end of the corridor.

My heart was beating hard against my ribs as I walked down the long hallway to his door. It was unlocked so I slipped inside and my eyes found the door to the sex room right away. It was a dark wood door with no handle, just a keyhole, and when I pushed it, it swung open.

The air inside smelled different, clean but also like leather and something else, something metallic. My eyes got used to the dim light and I saw things on the walls, whips of all kinds, some thin and some thick. There were also cuffs hanging from hooks and shelves with things I only knew about from the videos I watched.

 Dildos of all sizes, plugs, vibrators, and things I didn't even recognize were laid out. My mouth was dry but my pussy was getting wet again because this was his world and this was what he liked. I could do this so I walked over to the wall and took down a small whip with a leather handle and several thin strips of leather at the end. I looked around and then I pulled up my robe, taking a deep breath before I brought the whip down on my own thigh.

The sting was sharp and it made me gasp, a good kind of hurt that spread a hot feeling from the spot where the leather hit my skin. I felt a gush of wetness between my legs so I did it again, a little harder this time. 

Another gasp, another wave of heat, and I was so focused on the feeling that I didn't hear anything at first. Then a sound cut through my thoughts, the front door closing, and my blood ran cold. Dante was back and he was back early.

Panic shot through me and I dropped the whip, which hit the floor with a soft thud that sounded like an explosion in the quiet room. I had to hide and I looked around wildly, seeing a heavy velvet curtain in the corner behind a big chair. I ran and hid behind it, pulling it tight around my body while shaking so hard I thought my teeth would chatter.

 I could hear his footsteps coming down the hall, heavy and confident, and he was walking right toward his bedroom. He entered the main room and I heard him put his keys down on a table before his footsteps came closer. He was coming into the sex room and I stopped breathing, pressing myself against the wall to make myself as small as possible. 

He walked in, I could see his shape through a small gap in the curtain, not turning on the big light, just a small lamp on a table. He started putting things away, cleaning a few of the metal toys with a cloth, moving with a slow, steady rhythm like he owned the place.

I thought I was safe, that he would just clean up and leave, but then he stopped. He stood still in the middle of the room and his head tilted to the side like he was listening. Then he sniffed the air and a low growl came from his chest, a sound that made my whole body freeze in fear.

 "Someone was here," he said, his voice a low and dangerous whisper. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed he wouldn't find me. My thighs were slick with my own wetness and I was terrified he could smell me, smell my fear and my arousal. I heard him take a step and then another as he sniffed the air again, walking slowly around the room and getting closer to the curtain.

 I could feel the heat coming off his body even through the thick fabric. He stopped right in front of my hiding spot and I knew he could smell me. I knew it was over when he reached out and his hand gripped the edge of the curtain. I held my breath, waiting for him to rip it open and expose me for the trespassing little girl he thought I was.