All Chapters of Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“What’s up?” I ask. My face is stretched so thin from smiling that I feel like it might crack. “We have a problem.” Cole's solemn face sounds alarm bells. My stomach drops and I mentally scan the list of everything I’ve done in the past 24 hours. Did I leave my burner phone out? Did — Cole interrupts my worrying. “You have nothing to wear for tonight,” he says. I sigh loudly. “You look relieved,” Cole says, narrowing his eyes. “Um, yeah,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I was just, you know, worried I was going to get in trouble or something.” “For what?” Oh, fuck. “Um, … not cleaning my room?” I offer weakly. It’s the best I can come up with on the spot. Cole's expression relaxes and a mischievous smirk comes across his face. “Well, we can’t have that, now, can we? Get over my lap.” Heat stirs between my legs and I feel small flutters in my stomach. “Wh—” “Don’t ask questions. Just do as I say.” With shaky legs, I lay my lithe body across his lap. Cole rubs one of

I gulp as he walks towards me, undoing his belt buckle in the process. I look up at him, and suddenly feel very small. He unleashes his cock and smacks his fleshy shaft across my face. “What are you waiting for? Show Niccolo how you suck cock.” Something burns in my core as pleasure and disgust roil in my stomach. Cole hits me across the cheek again. I open my mouth, trying to capture his cock, but it’s hard with my hands behind my back. I realize he’s taunting me, and a white-hot flare of indignation rushes through me. I let go of my elbows and smack Cole's cock with my own hand. “Fuck you,” I fume. Stay mad, I tell myself. Focus on his smug little grin. Focus on anything else except that pulsing feeling down there. Niccolo chuckles. “I told you she was feisty.” I look at Cole, reality setting in. He told Niccolo about me … which means, he must have set this up. I imagine the two of them talking about me, talking about all the dirty things they’d like to do to me. Rage and

“Damn.” My cheeks heat up as I do a twirl for Cole, the light blue chiffon of my dress swirling around me. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I say. And it’s true. Cole looks hot. I take in his fitted blue suit, admiring how it accentuates his muscles and contrasts against his chocolaty brown eyes. He smells like peppermint and pine. I inhale the icy scent, and it sends tingles all over my body. “After you.” Cole extends an arm and I teeter towards the Lamborghini he has waiting for us. It’s black and so shiny that you could probably eat off of it. As soon as I slide into the buttery leather seat, my ass sinking into the soft cushion, Cole produces a piece of black velvet. “Turn around.” I swivel and feel the velvet press against my eyes, followed by a sharp tug at the back of my neck. “Why the blindfold?” I ask nervously. “I thought you said we were going to La Cantina?” “We are, but I have a little surprise for you first.” My stomach drops. Does this mean Dante was right—

Dante helps me to my feet and tucks a lock of blonde hair behind my ear. “Do you remember our safeword, sweetheart?” I nod. “Say it.” “Leather,” I whisper. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “I’ve told all the men. Now, you know I love sharing you, but if you want to go home right now, we can do that. It’s up to you. I just want you to be happy.” I inhale deeply, Dante’s intoxicating scent filling my airways. My heart is beating a thousand miles a minute and my nerves feel like they’re on fire. I’m so turned on that I feel like my pussy practically has a mind of its own. And right now, the thought of going home is the last thing on her mind. I shake my head. “Fuck no. You can’t rile me up and then say we should go home. No way.” The corner of his lip twitches in a smirk. “That’s my girl.” His hand reaches behind to the nape of my neck and clasps my zipper. I suck in sharply as he starts to slowly unzip me. “Now, which of your perfect little holes do you want filled first?” he whisper

I stare at Dante and realize that I don’t want to be around all these other men anymore. I just want him. “Dante, can we get out of —” “Let’s get out of here,” he says. I pause and we both laugh. “Great minds think alike,” I say, cocking my head. “That’s quite the compliment, coming from a nerd like you” he says, teasing me. He reaches under a table and produces a bag. “There's a shower down the hall. You can get changed while I tell all the boys we’re done for today. Sound good?” I nod, warmth filling my heart. He kisses the top of my head. “See you soon, sweetheart.” I smile and head to the bathroom, eager to relax into steam and the feeling of hot water on my skin. Twenty minutes later, Dante and I are in the car, pulling up to his place. I’m about to step out, but he stops me. “Wait.” I pause as he walks to my side of the vehicle and opens the door for me. He lifts me out of the car and I cling to him. I snuggle into his warm chest as he carries me effortlessly acr