Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Matteo
“I… Matteo…”
“Is that your admission of guilt, little rebel?” I ask, my tone low, as if I’m interrogating her. “This morning, I warned you that your orgasms belong to me.” And I mean it. But the fact she’d been as aroused by my spanking as I had pleases me. I want her as obsessed with me as I am with her.
Besides, her disobedience gives me the opportunity I yearn for to punish her again. I have to get this need for her out of my system.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
Like the unapologetic rebel she is, Alessia tips back her chin. Her gaze is defiant, and so are her words. “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”
“No?” Despite my mother’s earlier caution that women don’t like to be told what to do, when it comes to sex and my future bride, I can and I will have rules.
Instead of answering, she swallows.
Another good thing. She won’t lie to me.
“It’s your fault,” she insists instead.
“My fault?” I echo, now moving a finger into her slit. Thank God for tight leggings that accentuate her feminine features. “How is it my fault, Alessia?”
She takes a shaky breath. “You…you spanked me.”
“I did. Because you deserved it.”
“You made me…” She shifts, and I take advantage of her movement to press hard against her clit, making her whimper. “And then you left.”
“Let me understand… Because I turned you on, you decided to take matters into your own hands?” I shake my head as I tut. “That’s not how this works, little rebel. Was I not clear that your pleasure belongs to me? That your orgasms are mine to give or deny?”
“I didn’t agree.”
“Not the point.”
But…” Her voice is hardly above a whisper.
“But?”
“You can’t put me in that kind of state and then leave.” Her eyes flash with a mix of defiance and desire. “I needed release so I could concentrate.”
Just like me at work.
“Did it help?”
Miserably she looks away. “No.”
It hadn’t for me either. “And how many times did you give yourself that release?” I ask, continuing in my low, demanding way.
She hesitates for a moment before confessing, “Twice.”
Once more than I’d allowed myself. “I see.” Still, her admission sends a surge of satisfaction through me. And I appreciate her honesty. Now I’m even more crazed than I was earlier as images of her pleasuring herself dart through my mind. I have to see for myself, watch her bring herself off. “I want the details. Tell me where you were in the house.”
Color staining her cheeks, she glances away, but I capture her chin and hold it, forcing her to meet my gaze. I refuse to let her hide.
“In my studio,” she admits.
I watched her on video. Had she been plotting her disobedience while she made her way across the backyard? “Be more specific.”
She hesitates.
“Where?” I reiterate.
With a sigh, she admits, “In front of the window.”
“With the blinds open?” The thought of her pleasuring herself where anyone could potentially see her sends a pulse of arousal through me. “You are a bit of an exhibitionist.”
Refusing to acknowledge how turned on she’s made me, I grip the hem of her sweater. “Lift your arms.” I’ll do it myself if she doesn’t comply.
Even though her breaths are ragged, she does as I say.
I finish removing the garment.
As I suspected, she’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are perfect, and her nipples are begging for my touch. “No wonder you were a bad girl,” I murmur, circling one tight peak with my finger. “This material must have been keeping you aroused all day.”
She doesn’t deny it.
I lean down and suck one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard bud, then grazing it lightly with my teeth. At the same time, I pinch and roll the other nipple between my fingers.
She squirms and lets out tiny mewls of need.
Abruptly I release her nipple, then straighten up. “Let’s return to the scene of the crime, shall we?”
“What?”
I capture her wrist.
“You can’t mean this!”
“I assure you, I do.”
“But…”
I quirk an eyebrow.
“I’m half naked.”
“Which you seem to enjoy.” Resolute, I lead her toward the door.
When I turn the knob, she struggles to get away, but I hold her tight.
“I promise.” There’s a desperate plea in her voice. “I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Not yet, you haven’t.” And hopefully, you never will. I want her to be this wild, this aroused for me, always.
“At least let me put my shirt on.”
“You didn’t think about that earlier.”
“That was different,” she insists. “I made sure there was no one around.”
“Mmm.” None of my soldiers will dare look at her. They know they risk death for less, and I will erase all video immediately, but she doesn’t need to know that. If she truly is an exhibitionist, the potential danger will add to her experience.
Opening the door, I tug her reluctant, shapely body across the threshold.
A slight north breeze makes her nipples even harder. Fuck it to hell. Could she be any sexier?
With my hand clamped firmly on her, we make our way down the path.
When we reach the garage, I have her walk up the stairs to the studio in front of me, enjoying the sight of her bare back and her perfect ass encased in her tight leggings. Now I wish I’d made her strip entirely. I’d have enjoyed watching her soft hips sway with each step. A peek at her delectable pussy would be a bonus.
Inside her studio, I release her.
Her breasts, with their puckered tips, are rising and falling in sync with her rapid breaths. There’s no doubt she’s excited by the danger of being caught, and I’m enjoying every moment.
“Show me,” I command. “Show me how you touched yourself.”
She squeezes her eyes closed.
“We’ll stay here all night if we have to,” I warn.
She hesitates for a moment, then slowly she slides her hand down her stomach, then between her legs.
My lips quirk. “You satisfied yourself twice, with your clothes on?”
She sighs deeply. “No.”
“Then show me. And don’t make me repeat myself again.”
“We have to do this?”
“I want to see every fucking detail. Now strip.”
For several heartbeats, she mutinously remains where she is.
“I promise you, Alessia, if I have to do it for you, you won’t like the way I handle you.”
With her eyes closed, she tips back her head, then slowly, reluctantly, she kicks off her shoes.
“Keep going.”
She pulls down her leggings until she’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but a thong. I’m not sure whether to require that she wear those all the time or to forbid her from ever slipping on another pair. Imagining the sight of her ass, so exposed, will make it impossible for me to focus. “Now the panties.”
Moments later, she’s bare for me. If I could, I’d keep her this way, always. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”
Her gaze flicks to my cock, then back up to my face. “You,” she confesses, her voice hoarse with embarrassment. “I was thinking about you.”
I’m shocked. Delighted. A fresh wave of possessiveness rocks me. “Were you?”
“After that spanking…”
“Did you fuck yourself with your fingers? Or did you use something else?”
The color on her face deepens. “I…” She hesitates, looking away from me. “I used a paintbrush.”
Jesus.
The image makes my cock harder. This is the stuff that will fuel my fantasies. “Show me,” I urge.
“I’m…”
I take her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. “You’re going to be my wife. We’ll share everything. You’ll have no secrets from me.”
“Does that go for you as well?”
“Yeah. It does. Though I’d always rather fuck you, I’ll show you how I masturbate. And I’ll make you give me a hand job from time to time.” Who could have imagined she’d be so perfect for me?
“I don’t usually, uhm, pleasure myself. But… Well…” She balls her hands at her sides. “I’ve never been with anyone like you.”
“And me forbidding you from touching yourself added a temptation you couldn’t resist.”
“It did.”
From the beginning, I’ve called her my little rebel, so her admission shouldn’t come as a surprise. “I want to see what you did.”
After hesitating for a few more seconds, she turns and walks to her art supplies. She picks up a thick paintbrush with a smooth and rounded handle. Then she looks over her shoulder at me.
“In front of the window, like you were earlier.”
Taking her sweet time, she finally stands where I indicated. Then I move in front of her. Folding my arms across my chest, I tell her, “I’m waiting.”
Keeping her gaze cast down, she spreads her legs wide. The sight of her bare pussy glistening with her arousal makes me throb.
Slowly she trails the paintbrush down her stomach, then slides it between her folds, rocking back and forth, using the wood to tease her clit.
“You like that.”
Without directly responding to my question, she moans.
Moments later, her breath catching, she begins to fuck herself with it.
The combination of her actions, her soft moans, and the scent of her arousal, drives me wild.
I’m hungry to watch her come undone, want to see her lose control.
“Faster,” I command, my voice rough. “Fuck yourself faster, little rebel.”
She obeys, her hand moving faster, the paintbrush sliding in and out of her pussy. Her breath comes in short gasps, her hips lifting as she chases her orgasm.
“Come for me,” I instruct her. “Let me see your climax.”
She cries out, her body convulsing as she obeys, clamping around the paintbrush.
Moments later, the makeshift toy clatters to the floor. Her body goes limp, and I scoop her up and carry her to the chaise. I set her down and sit on the edge next to her.
Her essence is on her thighs, and now my cock is pulsing demandingly. I’ve never met a woman like her, and there’s no way I’ll ever let her go.
A few seconds later, after she’s caught her breath, she meets my eyes. “That was…”
I wait.
“Even better than when I was alone.”
I grin at her. “That was supposed to be a punishment, Alessia.”
“Oh. Right. It was terrible, Matteo. I’m so sorry for disobeying you. I promise it will never happen again.”
I’m afraid I’ve created a monster. Anytime I forbid anything, she’ll do the opposite. “You owe me one more orgasm,” I inform her.
Her eyes still glazed from her release, Alessia looks up at me, trepidation in her gaze. “Are you serious?”