Dante Gets His

I tried not to think about Dante while he was gone but found it next to impossible. I replayed the moment over and over in my head: my naked pussy out for my bully to enjoy, his ragged pants of arousal at my display, the fact that anyone could have walked in and seen us.

Why did I do that? I asked myself. One answer echoed over and over.

It felt good. It felt good. It felt good.

And it had. I’d never made him flee like that, never talked back. I’d beaten him at his own game. I was proud, but I knew there would be consequences.

I focused on helping customers. Dante returned an hour later to sit behind my spot at the register. I felt his eyes on my back. Whenever I stood to help a customer, they dropped to my ass. I could sense his hunger. It put me on edge.

The shift passed uneasily. Dante never relaxed, so I couldn’t either. His attention turned my stomach into a fluttering mess. Outside, light gave way to darkness.

With half an hour left until close and a few customers still milling about, Dante scooted his chair up behind mine.

“Hey,” he whispered. “I have to show you something.”

My nipples stiffened at the low growl of his voice. I grimaced, “What?”

He put one arm on the back of my chair and held his phone in front of me with the other. I could tell he was being careful not to touch me, but he was so close I could feel his breath on my cheek.

He hit play on the video. Ashley was lying on her back, taking hard, steady thrusts from a massive cock. The cameraman had a hand around her throat. Dante’d muted the video, but I could still hear, still imagine, her moans, her screams. My pussy quivered.

“What the fuck–”

“Shush,” his voice was low and dangerous. “This here is one of my bitches. When a slut like you teases me without putting out, I call one of them up. They’re all too eager to drain my balls.”

Ashley’s tits bounced up and down with every thrust. She twisted the bedsheets in her hands as she arrived at a mindblowing orgasm.

“Beautiful, smart, future Ivy League graduate, reduced to a begging mess by my cock.”

I **** myself to look away. I didn’t know anyone could be as horny as I was at that second.

“Now, are you going to give in to your destiny or are you gonna keep being a brat?”

He put his phone away and returned his seat to its usual position. I shuddered. I hated how flustered he was making me. He watched me try to wrestle my arousal with a grin. Why did he do this with all these customers here? I already knew the answer.

“Everyone,” I stood finally, my voice shaking. I could feel a bead of wetness leave a trail from my pussy all the way down my thigh, “We’re closing in ten minutes. Please make your final selections and come to the register.”