His Personal Whore

The next day

Mireille woke up, feeling Dante’s warmth around her. He was cuddling her from behind and her body was absolutely warmed up by his own body.

Mireille smiled softly at their body difference. She looked so small compared to him but somehow he made her feel on top of the world.

Mireille’s smile however vanished as she recalled the mail she had gotten the previous day. An interview with Dreams Corporations was a huge one and she could not afford to miss it but she also knew that Dante would be unwilling to let her get a job.

Her face pulled into a sad frown as she wondered how she was going to get him to give in and let her get a job this time. She sighed softly and then felt his hands on her waist move.

“What is the matter, Princess?” His deep, raspy early morning voice caressed her ears.

“Uhm…. nothing” Mireille mumbled and Dante pulled her closer into his body.

He kissed her neck softly and licked on the hickey.

“You’d better tell me what made you sigh, Princess. Or else I am going to have to take you to the edge and make you tell me before I let you cum”

“Oh god” Mireille whispered, feeling hot with his words.

“It’s really nothing. You don’t….” She could not complete her words before Dante spread her legs under the sheet and slipped his hand to her pussy.

“Hmmm… Wet” he groaned and pushed two fingers inside of her.

“Oh god!”

“Are you going to speak or not?” Dante asked thickly and licked the back of her ears.

“I… I have an interview today” Mireille moaned and almost instantly, Dante slipped his fingers out of her and sat up on the bed, the lust filled look on his face leaving and being replaced with a stern look.

Mireille slowly sat up on the bed and for a second, her boobs distracted Dante but he pulled himself back together and looked at her face.

“Why?”

Mireille’s brows furrowed.

“What do you mean by why?” She asked him.

“Why do you have to work, Princess? I don’t get it. I can give you everything that job can give you”

“But that job is what will satisfy me, Dante” Mireille replied.

“I satisfy you better, don’t I?” He asked.

“Sexual needs are different and you know that. You have a job too. So why can’t I get one?”

“Because the world out there is dangerous, Princess” Dante replied.

“And you are still alive with a job. And there are billions of people who have a job and are still alive”

Dante refused to reason with her. Perhaps if he and James had decent jobs and didn’t have enemies all over the city, he would let her get a job but both he and her brother were men with loads of enemies.

“Dante, I have to get this job and I will get this job” Mireille said, her voice determined.

“No, Princess. You won’t.” Dante got out of bed, still spotting an erection in his briefs.

“I will, Dante. What happened to me when I tried working the last time was a one time thing. It would not happen again and I refuse to be confined within the walls of this house because of that” Mireille replied, her voice a bit raised.

“I am not confining you, Princess! I am not. You can choose to go anywhere you want. You can choose to travel the entire world if you wish to!”

“Yes but only with your guards following me around!” she yelled out her frustration.

Dante sighed.

“Let’s not talk about this.” Dante said.

“If you don’t let me get the job this time around, I will commit suicide” Mireille threatened and Dante’s facials softened instead.

“I know that was a joke but it didn’t scare me one bit”

“You give an order that I should not be let to go to this interview and I swear you will be meeting my corpse when you get back from your job!” Mireille yelled at him.

“Your mouth can do better than yell at me, Princess. It can suck my hard cock instead” Dante said to her and Mireille went silent, not knowing how he could say things like that when she was being serious.

He was not taking her serious at all and Mireille would show him how serious she could be.

She got out of the bed, naked and in all her glory and she could swear she saw his cock jerk as Dante looked at her naked beauty.

Mireille limped slightly and Dante smirked.

“I don’t think you would be interviewed while you limp that way so just sit that sexy ass back on the bed before I lose it and ram back inside of you” Dante said to Mireille.

“Do it” Mireille said to him and Dante’s eyes narrowed at her.

He took two steps closer to her.

“What did you say?”

“Ram back inside of me because it will be the last time you will do it and it will be the last time I will ever experience this type of pleasure” Mireille said to him and for a second, Dante wondered if she was really serious about attempting suicide but he pushed it away.

Mireille wasn’t suicidal and she won’t even try being so because of a small argument.

“I will come home this evening and that is when I will take that sweet pussy that belongs to me. And your tight, little mouth is going to be used for the right purposes, Princess”

“Yes, you can fuck my corpse when you get back, Dante”

“Say one more word about you being dead, Princess” Dante’s voice thickened.

He wasn’t finding it funny anymore. Her death was not something he looked forward to and he hated that she was talking about it so plainly.

Mireille gulped down as his intense gaze fell on her.

“Good. That’s what I thought” Dante said when she remained quiet.

He walked over to her and fondled her right boob. Mireille bit on her lips to stop herself from moaning.

“You know you won’t take a second before you moan” Dante said and lowered his face to her boob.

He licked on the right boob and Mireille wrapped her arms around him, driving her nails into his skin.

Dante winced as he felt her nails in the spot the bullet had scratched but he withstood the pain and picked Mireille up.

“Maybe I can just cum real quick before I go to work” he said raspily and took her boobs back into his mouth, covering her nipple with a generous amount of saliva before biting on the nipple.

Mireille shivered in his grip and moaned.

Dante grinned as he ran his hands over her ass before slapping her ass hard while still sucking her boobs.

He could feel her flowing wetness on his skin as Mireille began to move her body, grinding her wet pussy into his body.

“And there you thought you won’t moan nicely for me”

Dante pulled off his briefs and directed his cock towards her wet pussy.

He pulled his mouth off her boobs and kissed her on the lips instead, drowning and muffling her moans as his cock rubbed her entrance, lubricating the hard cock.

He walked over to his desk and pulled the drawers out, getting a condom from the drawer.

He took it to his teeth and cut it open. Mireille drooled over him. He looked so fucking sexy with the the condom wrapper in his teeth.

Dante sheathed his cock as fast as he could.

His other hand grabbed Mireille by the waist tightly and then he pushed her down onto his cock.

“Fuuuuuck!” Mireille moaned loudly as she suddenly felt herself filled with his hard thick cock, the pierced of it touching her cervix.

“It’s the way you get so wet for me, Princess. You are slick with your juices and it is so fucking good”

“Oh god!” She moaned and dropped her head on his shoulders.

Dante walked a few steps, each step he took caused his cock inside of her to scratch her pussy walls and Mireille jerked at the effect.

Pressing her against the wall, Dante had only thrusted into her once when Mireille grabbed his shoulders tightly.

“Master! Can I cum? Can your baby girl cum?” She wailed in delight.

“Yes. My personal whore can cum for me like she wants to”

“Thank you master!!” Mireille cried and came on his cock.

Dante continued to fuck her through her orgasm, her sore pussy taking his cock like a fucking champ.

Mireille submitted into his arms, crying, moaning and whimpering as he fucked her hard and good.