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  DANTE’S LITTLE DANCER

  C.E. KINGSLEY

  Copyright © 2022 by C.E. Kingsley

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  CONTENTS

  1. Trigger Warnings

  2. Prologue

  3. Chapter One

  4. Chapter Two

  5. Chapter Three

  6. Chapter Four

  7. Chapter Five

  8. Chapter Six

  9. Chapter Seven

  10. Chapter Eight

  11. Chapter Nine

  12. Chapter Ten

  13. Chapter Eleven

  14. Chapter Twelve

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by C.E. Kingsley

  To everyone who wants to be kinky but can’t

  TRIGGER WARNINGS

  THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATERIAL SOME READERS MIGHT FIND UPSETTING.

  Daddy kink, edging, cuffing, multiple orgasms, swearing.

  PROLOGUE

  FREYA

  “Mind if I sit with you?” A deep male voice brings me out of my thoughts.

  Looking up from my drink, I stop what I’m doing. Electrifying blue eyes stare at me. Blinking, I nod my head.

  “Sure,” I say with a smile.

  Looking around the cafe, I realize that every table is full. It was practically empty when I first got here. I didn’t even realize the posh cafe got busier.

  Looking back at the guy, I take in his features. He has short brown hair that frames his face. His jaw is well defined and it looks like he works out. His broad shoulders fill his shirt which hugs him. You can clearly see all his defined muscles under the shirt. Looking back at his face, I notice paint on it. I wonder what he does for work.

  The guy picks up a menu on the table. “I’m going to order something. Do you want anything?”

  Looking up at him, I shake my head. I ate a couple of hours ago and I’m not hungry anymore.

  “Do you want a drink? I’m paying. The cinnamon tea is amazing here,” he places the menu down.

  “Sure, if that’s not too much money,” I smile.

  He raises his hand, and I watch as a waitress comes toward us.

  Pulling out a notepad, she clicks her pen and gives us a smile. “What can I get for you guys today?”

  “I would like two cinnamon teas and a BLT, please,” he hands her the menu.

  Walking off, the guy looks over at me. “What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you beautiful in my head.”

  Blushing, I give a small smile. “Freya.”

  “Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he compliments me.

  I blush and give him a small smile. “What’s your name?”

  “Dante,” he says. “So, Freya is an interesting name.”

  “Yeah, it’s after the Norse goddess.”

  “Such a fitting name for you.”

  I let out a little laugh as I feel my face getting hot.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Freya,” he holds his hand out.

  Shaking his hand, I look down and notice more paint on them. He must be an artist or someone who paints houses.

  Dante looks down at his hands and back up, smiling. “I’m an artist.”

  Placing my elbows on the table, I lean on my arms and look at him. “That’s so cool! Do you do custom work or just paint what you want?”

  “I do a little bit of both. I have several people who come back for custom work and then I also paint whatever I want on the side.”

  “That’s amazing. I’d love to see some of your work.”

  “I don’t have any photos on me, but here’s my business card with all my info on it. You can check out my artwork whenever you have time.”

  I take the card from his hand and look at it. It’s all black with white words. Smiling, I open my mouth to speak, but the waitress comes back.

  “Here are your two cinnamon teas and the BLT. Can I get anything else for you guys?” She asks, looking directly at Dante as if I’m invisible.

  “No, thank you,” he replies.

  Grabbing my cup, I bring it up to my lips and take my first sip. The flavor of cinnamon dances across my taste buds. I sigh, he was right, it's absolutely amazing.

  “Do you come here often?” he asks.

  Looking at him, I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms. Why does he want to know this?

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off as weird. I come here every day and haven’t seen you yet,” he chuckles towards the end.

  Placing my cup down on the table, I look back at Dante. “No, this is actually the first time I’ve been here. I needed some place to unwind before I go to bed. .”

  Taking a bite of his sandwich, Dante looks around the cafe. I take this time to look at Dante. He is an extremely attractive man. Most painters I’ve seen are skinny, but Dante is the opposite. It looks like he works out every day.

  I look up from his chest towards his face, making eye contact with him. Dante gives me a knowing smile that makes me blush. I quickly look down at my cup, taking a deep breath in, before looking back up at him.

  Taking another sip of my tea, I relax into my chair. For the next couple of hours, Dante and I chat, getting to know each other. We talk about our hobbies, favorite foods, books we like to read, and more until the cafe closes. I didn’t think we would have so much in common, but we do. We laugh and smile, and I have one of the best nights of my life.

  Quickly changing into my black lingerie, I strap on my heels and get out of my dressing room as quickly as possible. These heels definitely aren’t made for running. I was late getting to work because I kept daydreaming about my night last night. Dante was such a gentleman to me. It was nice to talk to someone and have a good conversation.

  Walking towards the backstage, I take a deep breath. Part of me wishes that Dante and I could be a thing, but at the same time, I don’t want us to be a thing. No man would be with me while I pole dance. Pole dancing is part of my life.

  My past relationships all ended with them being jealous that I danced in front of people. They didn’t like that I showed off my body to hundreds of people. They didn’t care that pole dancing is what I love to do, they just thought about themselves and their images.

  Dante would make a good boyfriend to any girl he was with. He is caring, compassionate about what he does, easy to talk to, and a gentleman. Everything a girl would want in a man. Jealousy runs through my veins thinking about him with another girl. I stop moving, realizing that I am feeling jealous. It’s so weird for me to feel this way after only talking to him for a couple of hours. He’s everything I want in a man and I’m jealous I can’t find that person.

  I take another deep breath and look over at my boss. When she gives me the signal, I walk towards the curtains that lead to the stage.

  Stepping out onto the stage, I make my way toward the pole. I sway my hips, take hold of the pole, and arch my back. When I turn around, the men holler as I bend down and shake my ass.

  I scan the front row, a person catching my attention. My eyes take in the person’s face, making me stop. Dante? What the hell is he doing here?

  CHAPTER ONE

  DANTE

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  “Have you been Daddy’s good little slut?” I look down at my precious sub kneeling on the ground.

  Freya sits on her legs, fully dressed in sweatpants and a shirt. Looking down at her makes me feel so many emotions. Adoration, happiness, and respect. The fact that she is willing to submit to me fills
me with happiness, and it makes me respect her. Submission is a big step, and I'm also honored it's one she's willing to take for me.

  “Yes, Daddy. I have,” she whispers.

  Groaning, I smile. Hearing her call me Daddy is music to my ears.

  “Ah. I heard from a little bird that you were naughty today,” I teasingly say.

  Her eyes go wide as her head snaps up to me. She furiously shakes her head, and I can see the panic on her face.

  “I promise I was a good girl,” she says really fast.

  I let out a deep chuckle. My baby girl is a brat, but she knows when to be my good little one.

  “I know, baby girl. Jax said you were so well behaved.” I cup her face with my hands, and lean in closer to her.

  Her eyes brighten as she stares at me. She gives me a big smile, and my heart melts when she rubs her cheek against my hand. Freya loves physical touch, and I try to give it to her as much as possible. When she doesn’t get enough cuddles, she gets whiny, and I don’t want a whiny little girl.

  “Such a good girl,” I caress her cheek, and peck her on the lips.

  Freya immediately squeezes her thighs together. My baby girl loves her praises, but she also loves to be degraded. She used to be so shy around me when we first started to get to know each other. She didn’t like telling me what she liked, but her body language tells me everything.

  The first few years of being a dom were a struggle, but as time went on and with a lot of training, I got better at it. Being a dom for over fifteen years has taught me a lot. Every sub is different with how they show their emotions. I trained with an experienced dom for several years until he thought I was ready. I also had training from my subs and learned a lot from them. They all taught me that subs show their emotions differently and that it’s important to learn how to interpret these emotions because when things get intense, I need to be able to know how to read them.

  “Did you have a good day, amore mio?” I ask.

  I wanted to be with her today, but I had to go talk to a client about a painting. Freya doesn’t enjoy coming with me when I meet up with clients and she says it’s too boring. I don’t blame her. I find them boring at times, but they are paying clients.

  “Yes, Daddy. I had so much fun, but I missed you,” she gives me a small smile.

  “Daddy missed you too.”

  Beaming up at me, I continue to caress her cheek.

  “Such a good girl for Daddy,” I hum.

  Smiling up at me, she rubs her cheeks against my hands.

  “Show Daddy how good of a girl you can be,” I whisper into her ear.

  I step away from Freya and watch her scurry to get to the bed. This is both of our favorite time. She loves to be a good girl, and I love to reward her.

  She begins to slow down, as she removes her shirt. Freya’s smooth skin teases me. She’s facing away from me, but I get a glimpse of her perky tits.

  I groan, licking my lips. Such a little tease. I feel my cock harden as I continue to watch her. She’s on the skinny side, but that just means I get to take care of her. Making sure she is eating her three meals a day brings me joy.

  Shifting, I try and adjust myself into a more comfortable position. My dick strains against my pants, wanting to be free from its confines. I can’t wait until I get to pound my cock into her pussy.

  She looks to the right, and I catch her eye. Slowly moving her hands, she wraps her fingers around the band of her sweatpants, pushing them down. Bending down, she slightly opens her legs as she steps out of her pants, giving me a full view of her pussy.

  “Such a naughty girl teasing Daddy,” I growl.

  She turns her head slightly, and I can see the little smirk on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and it’s working. My erection is painfully pushing against my jeans. She knows how to turn me on and she does it so well.

  Freya climbs onto the bed, lies back, and spreads her legs. I stand there and watch her in fascination. She knows how to move her body. I love her figure and showing her how much I do.

  I slowly walk towards her, watching her squirm. I stand at the edge of the bed with my arms crossed. What do I want to do to my precious little sub? Do I make her cum so many times she begs me to stop, or do I tease her and make her beg to cum? The possibilities are endless.

  I turn to my right and open the toy chest. I move my eyes across dozens of toys. I so badly want to use all of them, but I know I can’t. I pick up a vibrator and add a pair of cuffs.

  Turning back around, I watch Freya playing with herself. She dips her fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Her head leans back as she lets out a little moan. I could watch her play with herself all day long, and get off on it too.

  “Ah baby girl, did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” My voice goes an octave deeper.

  She knows better than to touch herself without my permission. Her head shoots up, and she makes eye contact with me. Her eyes go wide with panic.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl.” I take a step forward.

  Her hand stays against her pussy, and I raise an eyebrow. I can see her thinking about if she wants to take her fingers out or not. Smiling, I wait for her to stop touching herself. She slowly pulls her fingers out and whines as she does so.

  “Naughty girls get punished. Are you ready for your punishment?” I place my hands against her knees.

  “Wha-what is it?” She timidly asks.

  “Orgasms.”

  I’ve never done this before with her so I don’t know how she will take this. We’ve talked about this before and she does want to try it to see if she likes it or not. It is one of my favorite punishments to give.

  I grab hold of her knees and yank her towards me. A little shriek comes out of her mouth, not expecting me to pull her towards me.

  “Orgasms?” She says and tilts her head.

  “Yes baby. Orgasms. So many of them. You’ll be begging me to stop.” I push her legs further apart.

  Her eyes close and a moan escapes her lips as I run my finger through her slit.

  “So wet for me,” I huskily say.

  Freya is always so wet for me. I could be talking to her and she gets wet. That’s one thing I love about her, she’s always ready, and she’s always needy. I move my hand away from her folds. Freya whines and opens her eyes.

  “What’s your safe word, baby girl?” I ask as I run my hands over her inner thighs.

  “Flower,” she mumbles, moving her body down to try and get me to touch her.

  “Not so fast, Amore mio.”

  Freya whines again. I move my thumbs in circular motions on her inner thighs, and I give them a slight squeeze.

  “If you need to use your safe word, don’t be afraid to. I won’t be mad,” I say.

  She nods her head and tries to move. Freya likes to please people, which worries me. That's why I have to watch her body language so she doesn’t push herself further than she should.

  “Words, baby.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers.

  “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

  I watch as her stomach tightens and her breathing quickens. Her body responds to my words and touch, and I love it. She’s so wet that she’s dripping all over the bed. I groan in pleasure.

  “So responsive for Daddy,” I growl.

  I trail my fingers up her thigh before I reach her pussy. I slowly insert my middle finger into her and rub my thumb against her clit. Freya arches her back as she gasps.

  I slowly start to move my finger in a rhythmic motion, and her walls clench around me, as I grin. The feeling of her clenching around my finger makes me want to have my cock in her.

  “Aww is my baby so close to cumming?” I insert another finger.

  “Daddy,” she whines.

  I remove my fingers, pick the vibrator up, and turn it on to its lowest setting. Her head shoots up as she hears the humming of the vibrator. I can see the desire in her eyes, and I know all she wants to do is cum. She’ll be cum
ming a lot tonight, and I can’t wait to see her unravel in front of me.

  I plunge my fingers deeper into her tight pussy. I curl my fingers, as I make a come here motion. Her left knee moves inward, but I push it back down onto the bed.

  “Do I need to get the spreader? It’s much earlier tonight than I thought it would be, ” I place the vibrator against her clit.

  “No,” she whimpers.

  “No, what?” I put a little pressure on the vibrator.

  “No, Daddy,” she chokes out.

  As I hold the vibrator to her clit with my left hand, my right hand’s fingers continue to move relentlessly in and out of her. She tries to close her legs again, but I position my body in between them so she can’t.

  I pull my fingers out of her, and Freya whines from the loss. I trail the vibrator down her pussy, and slowly start to ease it into her. She starts to squirm and I take a step back. Such a pretty sight.

  I open the chest and grab the spreader bar. This should keep her legs and arms out of the way. Freya lets out these little moans the longer the vibrator is in her. I turn back to her to see that her legs are closed completely, and she is moving.

  “Daddy. I-” she lets out a moan.

  “Cum for me,” I command.

  Freya screams as she lets go, squirting all over the vibrator. I grab her ankle and place it into the faux leather cuff attached to the spreader. She slightly lifts her head up, in a daze, and watches me.

  Once I get her ankle into the cuff, I grab hold of the vibrator and turn it up a level. Freya starts to whine. I move onto her other ankle, and gently cuff it. I bring her legs up to her chest and grab one of her arms.