5. Matteo
Matteo
Her pussy is the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Pink and glistening, framed by that neat strip of hair—I can’t tear my eyes away.
My mouth waters at the sight of her arousal coating her inner thighs.
I’ve dreamt about this moment, and now she’s spread open for me, waiting.
The scent of her, musky and slightly sweet from her perfume, clings to my nose.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I growl, running my thumb through her folds, collecting her wetness. “All this for me, huh? Just from a little talk about toys?”
She whimpers, her hips jerking toward my touch. “Matteo—”
“Shh,” I press my wet thumb against her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Her eyes widen, but she opens her mouth, letting me slide my thumb inside. The sight of her sucking her own juices off my skin nearly makes me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pulling my thumb from her mouth with a wet pop. “Now let’s see how these toys of yours work.”
I pick up the curved vibrator, the one designed to hit her G-spot. It’s heavier than it looks, solid and well-made. I’m impressed despite myself. My little Contessa knows what she’s doing.
“You made this,” I say, turning it over in my hands. “Tell me how it feels best.”
Her cheeks flush dark pink. “The third setting…with the curve against—”
“Show me.” I hold it out to her. “Show me how you use it when you’re alone.”
She hesitates, then takes the toy from my hand. I lean back on my heels, giving her space to perform.
“Go on,” I encourage. “Let me see what you’ve been hiding from me.”
Contessa runs her fingers over the sleek surface, finding the power button. The vibrator hums to life, and she adjusts it to the third setting—a deep, pulsing rhythm that I can feel.
She parts her legs wider and slides the toy through her folds, coating it with her wetness. My cock strains painfully against my zipper as I watch her tease her entrance, circling her clit with the vibrating tip.
“Fuck,” she breathes, her head falling back as she positions the curved end at her opening.
I snatch the toy from her hand before she can push it inside. “That’s enough demonstration.”
“What—”
“You think I’m letting you do all the work?” I take the vibrator and press it against her clit, watching her whole body jerk. “This is my job now. My investment, remember?”
Her eyes roll back as I increase the pressure, circling her clit with the vibrating tip. She’s so responsive, so fucking perfect. I could watch her fall apart all day.
“Please,” she gasps, her thighs trembling as she tries to push against the vibrator harder.
“Please what?” I pull the toy back slightly, denying her the pressure she craves. “Use your words, Contessa.”
“Please fuck me with it,” she whimpers, her hips chasing the vibrator. “I need it inside.”
I smile, enjoying her desperation. “Since you asked so nicely...”
I lower the toy, sliding it between her pussy lips, watching how they part around the sleek black silicone. I tease her entrance, circling it slowly, coating every inch in her slick arousal.
“Look at how wet you are,” I growl, pushing just the tip inside her. “Your cunt is fucking dripping for me.”
Her walls clench around the head of the vibrator, trying to pull it deeper. I hold it firm, not giving her what she wants yet.
“Please,” she begs again, her voice breaking.
I push it in another inch, then pull it almost all the way out. “Is this how you fuck yourself when you’re alone, thinking about me?”
Her eyes fly open. “I don’t—”
I thrust the toy in hard, burying it to the hilt, and she screams.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I snarl, beginning a slow, torturous rhythm with the vibrator. “I know you think about me. About my cock. About how I’d fill you up so much better than this toy.”
I angle the curve upward, pressing against her G-spot, and her whole body convulses.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she babbles, her head thrashing from side to side.
“That’s it,” I encourage, fucking her steadily with the vibrator. “Take it. Show me how well your little invention works.”
Her pussy makes obscene wet sounds as I pump the toy in and out, her arousal leaking onto the leather chair beneath her. I increase the speed, watching her face contort with pleasure.
“You’re going to cum,” I tell her, not a question but a command. “You’re going to cum all over this toy while I watch every second.”
“Yes,” she moans, her inner walls clenching visibly around the vibrator. “I’m close, I’m so close—”
I pull the toy out completely.
“No!” she cries, her hips bucking into empty air. “What the fuck?”
“Not yet,” I say calmly, watching her desperate, flushed face. “I decide when you cum.”
Her chest heaves with frustration, her breasts straining against her blouse. I wait until her breathing slows slightly before pressing the vibrator back against her entrance.
I slide it back between her lips, parting her swollen pussy with the tip before sinking it in slowly, inch by inch, watching her eyes glaze over as it fills her completely. Her walls grip the toy like they’re desperate not to let it go.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growl, twisting the vibrator to make her gasp. “Your greedy little cunt just swallows it up.”
“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back. “Please don’t stop again.”
I laugh, a dark sound that makes her shiver visibly. “Oh, stellina, I’m going to stop. Again and again. Until you’re begging me properly.”
I set a merciless pace, fucking her with long, deep strokes that have her crying out with each thrust. The curved tip hits her G-spot perfectly—her body tells me so, jerking and twitching each time I angle it just right.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants, her thighs beginning to tremble.
I slow down, barely moving the vibrator, just letting it pulse inside her. “Not yet.”
“Please,” she whimpers, trying to fuck herself on the toy, but I hold it firmly in place.
“Patience,” I whisper, leaning closer to watch her face contort with need. “Good things come to those who wait. Or in your case, good girls.”
Her pussy clenches at the words, a fresh gush of wetness coating the toy. I smile, filing away that reaction for later use. My little Contessa likes being called a good girl.
I resume the rhythm, faster this time, watching her climb toward her peak again. Her breathing becomes erratic; her fingers grip the arms of the chair so hard that her knuckles turn white.
“You want to cum?” I ask, voice deceptively gentle.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Please let me cum.”
“Not until I say so.” I pull the vibrator out completely again, and she actually sobs.
“You fucking sadist,” she hisses, eyes flashing with fury and desperation.
“You have no idea,” I murmur, circling her clit with the wet tip of the vibrator, not quite giving her the pressure she needs. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I press the vibrator hard against her clit for one second, then remove it completely. “Answer the question, Contessa. Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Me,” she says defiantly, though her voice trembles.
I shake my head slowly. “Wrong answer.”
I switch the vibrator to its highest setting with a flick of my thumb, watching her pussy clench around the thick silicone. The toy’s motor roars to life, humming against my palm as I thrust it harder and faster into her dripping cunt.
Her thighs start quivering, her pussy gripping the toy like it’s trying to swallow it whole. I can see it in her face—she’s about to cum without my permission. Her eyes roll back, her mouth falls open, and her entire body tenses.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl, but it’s too late.
She’s coming, the disobedient little brat. Her walls clamp down around the vibrator as she throws her head back and wails. I yank the toy out of her pussy in one swift motion, and what happens next catches even me off guard.
A stream of clear fluid erupts from between her legs, spraying across my shirt and pants. She’s fucking squirting all over me, her body convulsing as she screams.
“Matteo! Oh, fuck, Matteo!”
I don’t hesitate. My hand comes down hard on her exposed pussy, the slap echoing through my office. Her flesh jiggles under my palm as I deliver another stinging blow to her swollen cunt.
“Did I say you could cum?” I snarl, slapping her again, harder this time. “Fucking answer me!”
“No!” she gasps, her hips jerking with each slap. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t—”
I cut her off with another sharp smack to her pussy, watching her juices splash under my palm. “Couldn’t what? Control yourself? Like the greedy girl you are?”
Her pussy is bright red now, glistening with her arousal. I deliver two more slaps in quick succession, watching her whole body jolt with each impact.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, but I can see how her clit is swelling even more, how her pussy is practically weeping for more punishment.
I stand up, towering over her trembling form. My shirt and pants are soaked with her squirt, the evidence of her disobedience marking me like a brand. I should be furious, but all I feel is savage triumph. She came so hard she fucking exploded for me.
I reach down and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with pleasure and maybe a little fear. Good. She should be afraid of what I’m capable of doing to her body.
“You disobeyed me,” I say, my voice dangerously soft as I stroke my thumb across her trembling lower lip.
She tries to look away, but I tighten my grip. “I couldn’t help it,” she whispers.
“I know,” I murmur, my tone suddenly gentler. I brush a strand of purple hair from her flushed face. “You couldn’t help yourself because this pussy—” I slide my hand between her legs, cupping her still-quivering sex, “—doesn’t know any better yet. But it will learn.”
Her breath catches as I caress her swollen, punished flesh with surprising tenderness.
“You may have been bad,” I tell her, leaning down until my lips are inches from hers, “but you’re my bad little stellina.”
Something flickers in her eyes—confusion at my sudden shift, maybe, or relief. I don’t care which one it is. All I care about is the way she melts into my touch when I stroke her cheek.
“That’s it,” I encourage, rubbing my thumb gently across her clit, making her hips buck. “Such a perfect response. So sensitive.”
I pick up the vibrator, still slick with her juices, and examine it with newfound respect. “Your toy gets my seal of approval,” I tell her, setting it carefully back in its box. “High quality. Effective. Maybe too effective.”
I step back from her, giving her space to breathe, to recover. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to regain her composure.
She blinks, reality crashing back as she looks down at her exposed pussy, then at my soaked clothes. A deep blush spreads across her cheeks.
“Did I...?” She can’t even finish the sentence.
“Squirt all over me?” I smirk, looking down at my ruined suit. “Yes. First time?”
She nods, looking mortified and fascinated all at once.
“Good. I like being your first.” I turn away, giving her privacy to sort herself out while I walk to the small bathroom attached to my office. “I’ll be right back. Don’t run off.”
In the bathroom, I strip off my wet shirt and grab the spare I keep hanging on the back of the door. As I change, I catch my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are wild, my hair mussed from where her fingers grabbed it without me even noticing.
I look fucking feral for her, because of her, and that’s better than any drug.