24. Siena
Siena
A fter coming, I’m a shaking, whimpering, panting mess as Matti sets me down. I have to keep one hand on the glass to stop myself from falling over, but when I see my cum dripping down his chin, I bashfully reach down to wipe his face. Matti grabs my wrist and guides my hand to my pussy instead.
“Feel how wet you are, kitten,” he says, grinning up at me wickedly.
Holy shit, I am wet . I have never come like that before. Not that I haven’t gotten wet, but this is next level. “What the fuck was that?” I gasp.
“You squirted. You haven’t done that before, kitten?” he murmurs, making his way up my body, trailing kisses along my inner thigh. He drags his tongue over my stomach, then continues his journey upward and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
I moan, temporarily forgetting where I am as he guides my hand further between my legs and pushes my own fingers inside my pussy, slick with my cum .
“No,” I breathe. “I’ve never done that before.”
Matti stands to his full height, looking down at me. Pulling me to him, he dips his head down to kiss me. “Taste how hard you came for me while you fuck yourself,” he orders, his lips against mine.
Oh Jesus. The way he talks to me when he’s fucking me would have put me in an early grave from embarrassment before I met him, but now, I live for it.
We devour each other as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, gripping the back of my head. Pinning my hand so that my palm is pressing against my clit, he pushes my fingers deeper inside my pussy.
Holding my hand in place, he pulls back from me and I realize that he’s still wearing his jeans even though I’m fully naked, the denim pulled tight over his hard cock. “Push a third finger inside, kitten. Keep fucking yourself. Do. Not. Move.”
I nod, doing as he says and pressing my other hand to the glass. A moan escapes as my third finger stretches me. My eyes are closed, and I don’t hear him come back into the room, but I can feel him next to me.
“What a good girl you are, Siena, fucking yourself just like you were told. My good girl.”
I practically purr. I want to be his good girl, but at the same time… “I don’t want to be good,” I say, pulling my fingers out of my pussy and sliding them up my stomach to my nipple, leaving behind a wet trail across my skin.
A flash of happy surprise passes over his face, and his eyes glint darkly with need. “Really. Tell me what you want, Siena.”
I peel my palm off the window and turn around, leaning my back against it, giving him my brattiest little smile. “I want you to fuck me.”
Before Matti, I never would have stood naked in front of a man, asking to be fucked.
But when he told me why he needs to hear me verbalize my desires, something in me shifted.
It isn’t just permission he wants me to grant him, it’s a sense of control.
I want to show him that I respect his boundaries—and that I trust him to cross all of them with me.
To make me into his good girl even as I tell him that I don’t want to be good at all.
Matti unbuckles his belt, stepping in closer to me, and unzips his jeans just enough to pull out his cock. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Siena. With this?” He strokes his cock.
Fuck, it is so big. I can’t believe I can take all that when my fingers felt like borderline too much.
He pushes himself against me, pressing me up against the glass, and shoves his tongue into my mouth, tongue fucking me so hard he takes my breath away. “Or this?”
He slips his hand down my now slick skin and pushes two fingers inside me. I gasp. “Or these?”
Pulling his fingers out of me, he grinds his cock against me, bending his knees to slide it between the tops of my thighs, coating it with my cum.
He knows the answer, and oh my fucking God, his thick cock sliding back and forth against my sensitive skin, rubbing against my clit, almost has me coming again.
“I want your cock.” I lick my lips, my chest heaving. “Please. Sir.”
But he smirks at me.
“I think you owe me something first.” Stepping back, he yanks his belt out of his belt loops with a whirring sound that has me weak in the knees.
Oh, shit. That’s right…
I bite my bottom lip, widening my eyes at him, and he chuckles softly, slipping his arm around my waist and guiding me over to the table.
He whispers, “Don’t worry, kitten. You can stop anytime if it’s too much.”
Too much? Any fear I had falls away at the challenge, immediately replaced with resolve.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter.
Loosening myself from his grasp, I walk ahead of him to the table and push his laptop with the flash drive out of the way.
There is a small collection of bottles and rubber toys that Matti must have brought back in with him, because they definitely weren’t there before; I shove those out of the way as well.
The table is slightly lower than my hips, so when I bend over it, my ass is up a little higher than my back. Pressing my chest into the cool concrete tabletop, I turn my head to see him still standing where I left him, watching me with a hint of amusement. “How many do I owe you… sir?”
His eyes glaze over, and a feral growl reverberates from his chest as he strokes his cock slowly. “We’ll call it six.”
Stepping up behind me, he rubs his palm over my ass, and chills run up my spine. My pussy is so wet that half of me hopes he’ll just push inside me and fuck me. I want him so badly, my pussy is practically pulsing. He grips my ass and growls, “Fucking love your ass, kitten.”
I sigh contentedly and rise up on my tiptoes, shaking my ass slightly back and forth, and he chuckles. “Oh, you’re ready, aren’t you? Okay. First one. ”
I feel him move to the side of me and before I realize what’s happening, the first crack of the belt hits my ass, sending a sting of electric pain through me. Sucking in my breath, I wait for the warmth to spread in its wake, and I’m not disappointed.
“Siena…” Matti’s voice holds a warning.
“Thank you,” I say as strongly as I can, hoping to impress him with how well I can take his punishment.
His voice softens. “That’s my good girl.”
The belt whips through the air and the snap of the leather against my skin reverberates through the penthouse. I bite my lip and then let it go, exhaling, “Thank you, sir.”
Before I can brace myself, a third slice of the belt hits my ass, and I yelp as it lands where the first strike did.
Moments pass as I pant, and Matti waits for me.
When I don’t say anything, he gently drops wet kisses on my ass where the belt made contact, using his tongue, and massages my thighs with his strong hands.
Melting beneath his touch, I whisper, “Thank you, sir.”
I don’t know if I can take another one in the spots where I’ve already been spanked, but it’s as if Matti can read my thoughts. He drags the side of his hand across the top of my ass, a space that has not yet been touched by the belt.
“Relax, kitten. The next one will land here,” he says, and I nod.
Seconds later, the searing heat of the belt hits exactly where his hand was, and I moan, “Thank you.”
Walking around to the side of the table, he taps my fingers. “Let go, Siena.”
I didn’t realize that I was gripping the edge of the table as hard as I was. When I let go, the tension drains from every muscle in my upper body, as I wait for the last two lashes.
Matti wipes the tears off my cheek and leans down to whisper in my ear. “I want you to hold yourself open for me, kitten.”
I pull my focus back to him, trying to understand. “What… what do you mean?”
Taking my hand, he guides my hand to my ass and then taps my other ass cheek. “Other hand here.”
I do as he says and grip my ass with both hands, and he presses his hands on top of mine, guiding me to open myself to him. He drags his finger up the length of my pussy, from my clit to my ass. “Fuuuccckkk, Siena, you have such a pretty pussy.”
Before I can respond, I feel his tongue sliding inside my opening and swirl around in a circle.
I moan loudly and push back against him.
He holds me in place and fucks me with his tongue, barely dragging his fingertip over my clit, back and forth, driving me to the brink.
I need him inside of me so badly, I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
“I want you, Matti. Please .”
Matti stands up. “Not yet, kitten. Two more. But both of those are going to go right here,” he says, and taps my pussy spread open for him.
I’m trying to figure out what that means when the crack of the belt coincides with a slap of delicious, sharp pain shooting through my pussy as the leather hits it. “Oh!”
I almost let go of my ass as I feel myself getting wetter. Practically feral, I dig my nails into my flesh, trying to stay open wide for him. Holy shit, that hurt and felt so fucking good at the same time. “Please, Matti. Now?”
Shamelessly, I beg him, but he ignores me .
“Siena…”
“Thank you. Thank you. Please…”
Before I can finish, another slap of the belt sounds off against my wet pussy and just as the sting transforms into sweet warmth, Matti pushes his cock fully inside me, his balls hitting my clit, and I cry out. “Matti, oh my God!”
“I know, baby. Fuck,” he grunts, slamming into me over and over, bruising my hip bones against the table top. “So tight, Siena. So fucking wet.”
I purr with pleasure, his good girl, but my grip start to slip on my skin, wet with sweat and cum.
Matti grabs my hands and presses them down, continuing to thrust inside me. “Don’t fucking let go. Fuck, watching my cock fuck this pretty pink pussy is so fucking…”
Groaning, I do as he says, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me at just the right tempo.
My torso lifts off the table almost of its own accord, my tits bouncing with each thrust. Matti grabs a handful of my hair, pulling so that my back arches further.
“Fucking beautiful, baby, so fucking gorgeous. That’s my fucking girl. ”