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Dante knew he had gotten himself in... a situation indeed, but he didn't expect it to be this tangled up, like a web that was destroyed and knocked down, clinging together and becoming a mess. If anything, he was just hoping for a way out of this mess, for everything to turn out okay in the end, but with the situation he was currently in- well, he was just lucky to be alive.
He was currently on the floor.
Unblinking his blue eyes, he stared at Nicole, the redheaded and fiery beauty he used to date... or well, used to be involved with, because everything became muddled between them and then... she began ignoring him, and then... It was over. It was completely over for them and he never saw her again, but now, here she was, keeping her foot locked on his thigh, an unclear expression written all over her pale face. She was upset, he knew that much, he was a complete idiot if he didn't realize that, but the look on her face... sent a shiver down her spine, especially with the look in her brown eyes that he's seen before- a glint of anger swimming around, all focused on one thing while her head spins. He's been like that. He won't complain or come after her for that, but it's-
God, what kind of idiot is he?
Dante doesn't know what to do. He wants to comfort her, but with the position he's in, he knows he has to quickly defuse the situation before it worsens... but she's just staring down at him, like a wolf that's about to attack a rabbit. He just lays there, deciding he'll just let her take control. She's a very headstrong woman, and that's a thing he loves about her, but it's hard to love it when it's directed at him, even with... this weird euphoric feeling floating through him.
"Ugh..." She lets out, her eyebrows knitting together in frustration. It's clear she doesn't know what to do, like a predator that's never hunted before, but of course, Dante knows all about what she's capable of, but what she does next... leaves him in complete shock, groaning out at the feeling of her booted foot being placed down on his cock, feeling it twitch in response, cutting off his rational train of thought. After a second, he blinks, unable to take her gaze off her face, then to her foot, then to her eyes and the way it's settled on his dick that her foot is currently on.
"Hey... Nicole... What are you doing?" He asks, feeling a breath being forced out of him, droplets of sweat rolling down his forehead as his heartbeat quickens in pure fear. Please no. "Get your foot off there. I know you're upset and all, but this is... kind of taking it too far, don't you think?" He uses a gentle tone, his nervousness cracking through. Of course, she doesn't listen, and just presses down, stepping on his cock and eliciting a loud whine from his lips from the pressure-
"Nicole-"
"Shut up. Just shut up, please." She says, her tone forcing him into silence. To be fair, it would just be wise to shut up in general, especially with the fact that her foot is on... his you know, making him gulp. This can't be happening. This isn't actual reality, feeling his cock twitch and react to the cruel way she was treating him, blinded by her own frustration. "You're lucky that I didn't use my fist." She adds, the threat making him harder, knowing he definitely would never be able to walk again if she punched him in the crotch. He didn't want to do this- he had a wife and a daughter, and now a son- and now... he was under his ex-girlfriend's boot, the leather heel digging against his erection. He imagined what it would be like if he was wearing nothing down there.
God. That would hurt. This already hurts-
Nicole presses more, earning a louder groan to spill from the guard's lips, as she kept her weight there, crushing his cock with just her boot. He whined and moaned, feeling like he was going to vomit, his heart and mind racing, GodGodGodthisfuckinghurts- he arches into her touch, trying to squirm away, but she kept him under her foot, preventing him from getting away, making Dante know she was completely at her mercy, tears clinging to their eyelashes, drool dripping down the man's chin.
"Drooling from this?" She asks, immediately noticing and her eyebrows knitting more, looking at him in disgust. "What are the fuck is wrong with you, Dante?" She presses harder, sending another shockwave of pain and pleasure throughout his body. Why was he enjoying this? He knew that Nicole was capable of... things, but he never expected to be under her like this, with her stepping on his cock. He was a married man with children, and she was his frustrated, crying angry tears ex-girlfriend. He deserved it. He should've been there for her.
"S-sorry," he coughs, and he isn't sure for what, feeling overwhelmed by guilt and arousal, pain consuming him as she brought her boot up, and then crushes down on his cock. The thing that brought Dmitri and Nekoette in the world, was now being used and tortured, ruining his reproductive chances- the fact made Nicole's breath hitch. "I- I should've been there for you."
"Stop talking!" She shouts, lifting her foot up and bringing it down, clashing with his cock and making him moan as loudly as possible, agony building up, clearly not appreciating his words. Hopefully, Nicole would do it again, as much as Dante didn't want this.
He didn't know. He just let it happen. It made her happy- she was clearly struggling, and well... Dante was just glad he could help her relieve stress, even as she dug the leather of her boot deeper against his cock, pressing it and then relaxing her weight, increasing and decreasing the pressure just to tease him. Nobody else could know about this.
If anything, he was just happy to be with her like this again, knowing this would be the last time.