All Chapters of Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Can you tell me now?” I ask. Dante sighs. I can’t tell if he’s exasperated, annoyed, or amused. “Jacqueline, I swear to God, if you ask me one more time, I will flip up that flimsy little sundress of yours and spank your bottom until it’s cherry red.” “No, you wouldn’t.” I smirk. Dante isn’t one to cause a scene. In his line of business, going under the radar is essential. And lifting my dress up right here, in this busy square, would definitely cause a scene. “You seem pretty sure of yourself.” “I am,” I reply smugly. “Sure enough to put your money where that sweet little mouth of yours is?” I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. How do I always get myself into these situations? Deep down, I know why. It’s because Dante knows how to push my buttons, and vice versa. It’s one of my favorite things about him … except when it gets me in trouble. Like I think it’s about to now. “Fine,” I reply, slipping my sunglasses over my face. Dante knows that when it comes down to it, my p

Dante lowers me onto his cock easily. Even though he’s long and girthy, my pussy is wet enough to be a slip and slide. He stretches me out in the most satisfying way. My cunt squeezes him as he fills me. It feels so good to have him in me. He’s the perfect puzzle piece I've been looking for. “How does that feel, baby?” “Good,” I moan. “Just fuck me already!” He’s holding me still on his cock, and I’m getting impatient. Rather than satisfying me, it’s as if my orgasm woke up an even hornier part of me, who’s now come out to play. “Such a horny baby,” he says, laughing. He grabs my hips, squeezing my waist. God, I love how easily his thick hands wrap around me. He makes me feel so delicate. Like I’m made of porcelain. His favorite doll. “How badly do you want this cock?” Dante asks. “Badly,” I whine. He’s lifting me up, gripping the bottom of my cherry red ass cheeks, and lifting me excruciatingly slowly down onto his cock. Every time his cock is almost out of me, I feel a vora

The first man to approach me is big and burly. He reminds me of a Viking. When he opens his mouth to speak, his low grumble is exactly what I had anticipated. “On your knees,” he says gruffly. I drop to the floor, letting my bare knees rest on the cool marble. “Someone get her hands,” he says. I suddenly feel my hands being pulled behind my back and rope being wound around them. “Wait, wha—” The gruff man leans down so that his face is inches from mine. He smells like leather and gasoline, and I’m surprised to find myself getting turned on by it. He grabs my right nipple harshly and twists so hard, I yelp. A stinging pain shoots through my breast, connecting to my pussy. A parallel strand of pleasure weaves through my body the harder he twists. I can’t tell if I like this or not. All I can tell is that the heat between my legs is growing hotter, my wetness growing wetter. “Don’t speak until spoken to, little girl. Understand?” My breasts are heaving, and I can feel the flesh

For the first second of my orgasm, I black out. Then I come to, and feel an overwhelming surge of ecstasy crash over my body, like a tidal wave. My body starts convulsing, and I scream as pleasure explodes in my cunt. My cunt and asshole contract rapidly, milking Stefan and Gio’s cocks. “Oh, fuck,” one of them murmurs. I close my eyes and feel my muscles stiffen just as I feel Stefan release into my cunt. While Stefan’s hot cum fills my pussy, I feel Gio’s cock twitch in my ass. Suddenly, they’re both filling me. Spurting white-hot jets of cum into my holes. There’s so much cum that it sneaks past their cocks, spilling out. They empty themselves fully into me, pumping me with more cum than I thought was imaginable. Once my breathing has returned to normal, Stefan grips me by my hips and lifts me off his cock while Gio pulls out. Dante emerges from the shadows with a towel, orange juice, and protein bar. He pulls me into his arms and I collapse, exhausted and blissed out. *** L

After going to the washroom to check my makeup and hair, I find the directory to locate Mr. Rossi’s office. 6th floor, room #15. I get on the elevator, palms sweating, and start to formulate my plan. If I walk in with enough confidence, maybe I can convince the secretary that I have an appointment with Mr. Rossi? Or maybe I should try to circumvent the secretary strategy altogether and go with a different approach? My heartbeat is racing. I take a deep breath and tell myself to calm down. I’ll just have to wing it. I locate room 615, and with shaking fingers, I open the door. I paste on a bright smile as I walk in. As I scan the front office, I notice multiple secretaries, all busy answering phones. I make a split second decision. I’m just going to act like I work here. I roll back my shoulders and try to project confidence while I stroll down the hallway. I try to check the names on the doors nonchalantly without outing myself as someone who doesn’t belong here. Finally, I fi