Chapter 3: The Billionaire's Muse

~ DANTE~

I watched her walk into my penthouse holding a single cardboard box labeled "Shit I Own" in sharpie marker.

Just one box. That's all she had to her name. Everything she owned in the world fit into one pathetic box that looked like it had been through a war.

Most women I'd contracted before arrived with Louis Vuitton luggage, designer wardrobes, and enough cosmetics to stock a department store.

They came prepared to play the part of a kept woman. Aria, however, came with nothing.

Something about her vulnerability stirred something in my chest. Something I didn't want to examine too closely.

When I had asked her to follow me earlier, I thought she wouldn't but she did.

She followed me on shaking legs and I had to suppress a smile.

I loved seeing her like this, needy, desperate, and completely at my mercy.

I led her to my private bathroom. The one I never let anyone else use. Can't understand why I broke a rule for her. Maybe later, I will understand why.

I turned on the shower, and steam filled the room immediately.

"Strip," I ordered, already unbuttoning my shirt.

"Do you ever get tired of commanding someone?" She asked, looking a little irritated.

Even now, while trembling with need, she couldn't help being a smartass.

"Do you ever get tired of being a smartass?"

"Not really. It's kind of my thing."

I shrugged off my shirt. "Strip. Or I'll do it for you, and I won't be gentle with that expensive dress."

She pulled it over her head and I had to pause to appreciate the view.

She was stunning. She had curves in all the right places. Her skin looked soft as silk with pink nipples hardened and begging for my mouth.

I stripped quickly, watching her eyes travel down my body. They stopped at my cock and went wide.

"That's not going to fit."

I stalked toward her. "It will. Eventually. Tonight isn't about my cock. Tonight is about teaching you to follow orders."

I turned the shower to the perfect temperature and watched water cascade from six different heads, creating a slow curtains of steam.

"Get in."

She stepped under the spray and I followed, crowding her against the tile. I needed to taste her mouth again and claim every inch of her.

I merged my lips with hers, sucking hard and demandingly on them.

At first, she wouldn't open up. My tongue forcefully pushed past her lips, exploring, and demanding she reciprocate with my lips.

Two minutes later, she melted into me, her hands sliding up my chest.

Fuck, her touch felt good.

Too good to be true. I wanted her hands all over me and I hated that need.

So I grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head against the tile where she won't be able to touch me.

"Keep them there," I ordered against her lips.

I kissed down her throat, tasting water and the faint scent of her jasmine and vanilla body wash.

I trailed kisses down to her collarbone. Even lower, to the swell of her breasts.

They looked so inviting. They were big and I was almost tempted to take a detour but that's not what I wanted right now.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, water streaming over my shoulders.

I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and buried my face between her thighs without warning.

The first real taste of her made me groan. She tasted like honey and pineapple. First time, tasting a female with a pineapple flavor.

I licked through her folds slowly, savoring every inch, and learning what made her gasp and what made her moan.

Her hands flew to my hair and I pulled back immediately.

"What did I say about your hands?"

"To keep them…"

I bit her inner thigh. Not hard enough to really hurt but enough to remind her who was in control here and who to obey.

"Above your head. Now."

She slammed her hands back against the tile.

"Good girl."

I dove back in, licking and sucking like I'd been starving for her taste. Because I had been. Since the moment I'd pushed my fingers inside her since yesterday, I'd been thinking about this. About tasting her directly from the source.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and she nearly screamed. Her knees buckled and I wrapped one arm around her thigh to hold her up, my other hand gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks.

I love how thick she is. Her ass is just so soft that I am tempted to fondle and massage them with cock.

I grabbed her roughly angry at her for distracting me.

"Dante…fuck…"

I hummed against her, feeling her body shudder at the vibration. My tongue flicked over her clit, then lower, pushing inside her tight entrance.

She tasted like everything I'd been missing without knowing I'd been missing it.

Fuck! I had a new flavour and it was pineapple.

I pulled back just enough to look up at her. Water still streamed down my face but I didn't care. "You taste even better than when I licked you yesterday."

I pushed two fingers inside her while my mouth returned to her clit. I pumped my fingers deep, curling them to hit that spot I knew made her see stars.

My tongue worked in devastating slow circles around her clit.

Her moans echoed around the room. Loud and completely uninhibited.

Perfect. She was a screamer. Screamers are the best fuck but somehow hearing Aria’s moans made me even more hard.

"That's it," I growled against her skin. "Let me hear you. No one here but us."

I wanted to hear every sound she made. I wanted to memorize each gasp and moan so I could replay them later when I was alone in my bed, stroking my cock to the memory of her taste.

My fingers moved faster and harder. Hitting her sweet spot over and over while my mouth sucked and licked her clit relentlessly.

I could feel her getting close. Her body tensed, and her pussy clenched around my fingers.

"Come for me," I ordered, curling my fingers one more time. "Now."

She broke and her entire body convulsed, pleasure ripping through her in waves.

I felt her gush against my tongue and I lapped it up greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.

But I didn't stop. I kept licking, kept pumping my fingers, drawing out every last tremor. I wanted to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body until she couldn't take anymore.

"Please…Dante…I can't…"

I finally pulled back, my mouth and chin shining with her release.

I licked my lips slowly, savoring the last of her taste that won't be leaving my mind anytime soon.

"You can. And you will. I own your pleasure now, remember?"

I stood, my cock pressing against her stomach. Hard and aching for release. But not tonight.

Tonight was about her. About teaching her body to accept what I'd give it.

If I fucked her now, I'd lose control. I'd pound into her until she broke, and I needed her whole for what I had planned.

"But not tonight. Tonight was about you learning to take what I give you."

I turned off the water and handed her a towel. She wrapped it around herself with shaking hands, looking thoroughly disheveled.

Perfect.

"Dry off. Get some rest." My eyes traveled over her body one more time, committing every curve to memory. "Tomorrow night, you have your first official session as my muse. I suggest you prepare yourself. You're going to need your strength."

I walked out before I could change my mind and throw her on my bed and fuck her like I desperately wanted to.

Control. Everything was about control.

But as I headed to my own room, my cock still rock hard and aching, I wondered who was really in control here.

Because I'd tasted her now. And I already knew I'd never get enough.