By the time I delivered them to the dining room, Matteo was glaring at me while Monique made a fuss about how hungry she was and how she didn’t understand why she had to wait for food in her own house.
I dropped the plates off and returned with coffee, then returned to the kitchen to attempt to make fresh-squeezed orange juice. When I took the glasses to them, they were both mostly done with their meals. I heard a scoff from Monique, but scurried back to the kitchen, hoping to avoid any more embarrassment.
They might not be happy with the wait, but I was impressed I’m managed to pull it off. After washing the dishes I’d used, I returned to the dining room to collect their plates and glasses. Monique was gone, but Matteo was waiting, arms crossed over his chest.
“Not a promising start,” he said, pushing his chair back from the table.
“I’m sorry, Matteo. I will work to get better, I promise,” I said with my head down. When I went to move around his seat to grab the other plate, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his lap.
“I think you’ll need a reminder as to why you need to work harder,” he said before trailing his tongue up my neck.
I shivered as heat flooded me. Turning my head, I gave him better access to the sensitive skin.
Instead of teasing me more, he shoved the chair back farther and had me bent over the table in a second. He stood and I heard the snap of his belt being yanked from of his pants. Casually, he flipped my dress up and over my bottom before landing the first blow of the belt across my panty-clad behind.
I cried out from the unexpected pain, but he held a hand firmly to my lower back as he doled out a dozen blows.
Once he was done, he fixed my dress.
“Now you’ll remember why you should hurry and make sure you are on time when cooking for me,” he said as he fed his belt back into his pants.
“Yes, sir. I will do my best not to let you down again,” I assured him.
“Excellent. Now bring coffee to my office, I have work to do.” He left me staring after him.
I wasn’t used to so much interaction with him. While my bum burned and my face was red from embarrassment, I also couldn’t deny I liked getting to interact with him more, get to see him more outside of the bedroom.
Dropping the plates off in the kitchen, I filled a clean mug with coffee and went to his office. There was a large burly man sitting across the desk from Matteo.
He looked up at me and winked, then spoke in Italian to me, but Matteo put down his phone and spoke harshly back to the man in Italian before I could admit I didn’t understand him.
I placed the mug at the head of the desk for Matteo, then turned to his company.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, lowering my head.
“No. He will be leaving soon,” Matteo answered instead.
I nodded and returned to the kitchen to finish the dishes. Once done, I went back to my own chores. I managed to juggle the dual responsibilities the rest of the day without making a mistake and delivered the food on time. Every time I sat down or knelt I felt my bottom smart from the spanking I’d received after breakfast.
Matteo didn’t come to me that night or the next. It wasn’t until I had to arrange for a ride to the airport for the Missus and noted she wouldn’t be returning for a full week that things changed. After setting up the car with the contacts Aida left for me, Matteo stopped me in his office when I’d refilled his coffee for the second time.
“Stop. Shut the door,” he told me when I’d made to leave.
I did as he asked and turned toward him, not meeting his gaze. I didn’t have to see his eyes to know he was looking at me — I could feel them.
“Is there something I can help you with, sir?” I asked after a pause.
“Yes,” he answered, but didn’t embellish.
“I’ve already arranged the car to the airport for Mrs. Rossi,” I said, hoping that was what he wanted to speak to me about.
“Fantastic. I knew you’d fill Aida’s position well. Can’t say I don’t like having a lovely piece to look at every meal as well,” he added as he walked around the desk.
“I’m trying the best I can,” I said, folding my fingers together in front of me. I was nervous to be alone with him in his office. He was different when he was conducting business. Not the same man who came to punish and fuck me some nights. Not the man who spanked me over the kitchen table. He was more like the dark, cold, dead-eyed man from the basement. Ruthless, callous, and unfeeling.
Since I’d taken over for Aida, I’d slip in to give him his coffee and make sure it stayed full, but he never spoke to me or even acknowledged me. Most of the time, he was on the phone or computer with a crease of concentration on his forehead. The few times someone had come over, he’d demand the door be closed behind me, but oftentimes I could hear him yelling or scolding whoever it was. It was the opposite of the composed, calm man I knew, even when he’d been upset with me.
“My wife will be gone for a week, which means I will be requiring your company at night. Be waiting for me every evening after dinner,” he said. Rising from his chair, he closed the space between us. He pinched my chin, lifting my head so I was forced to meet his gaze.
We stared wordlessly at each other.
Slowly his hand slid over my jaw and down my throat. His fingers wrapped around it as he yanked me forward, our lips meeting in a heated kiss.
I gasped from the unexpected connection, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. His flavor burst over me and a moan escaped me, only to be captured by his lips.
His grip tightened and cut off my airflow, but he continued to explore the cavern of my mouth, not caring that my vision was slowly dimming. His tongue flicked and licked at my lips before he bit down hard enough to draw blood from the lower one. It was his turn to moan as the coppery tang mixed with our kiss.
Releasing my throat, he wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me close enough to feel his solid erection against my stomach.
“I look forward to tonight,” he breathed against my ear before nipping it.
The moment was shattered when there was a soft knock on the door.
He stared at me, both of us breathing hard, before stepping around me to see who was beckoning him.
“Baby!” Monique squealed in a pitch that made me cringe. She looked around Matteo to see I was in the room, and her face darkened and a frown took over where her smile had been. “Oh.”
“I was just making sure Gia had set up your ride to the airport so you wouldn’t have to worry about dealing with any of that. She was just leaving,” Matteo said pulling Monique against his body and moving them farther into the office so I could escape. “Close the door.”
“Yes, sir,” I choked out as I pulled it closed behind me.
Before I could get it closed, I heard Monique giggle then moan.
“Come on, babe. Let me make love to you before you leave,” Matteo uttered in a husky voice. “Feel how hard you make me.”
“You are so disgusting sometimes. I already showered and did my hair,” Monique answered just as the door clicked closed, shutting off the rest of their conversation.
I was in the kitchen preparing lunch when she breezed by looking like she’d given in to his prodding. Her hair was disheveled and she was muttering under breath about giving into the pigheaded man.
The front door slammed shortly after, announcing that she’d left on time.
I tried not to think about what’d they’d done in the office only moments after he’d been kissing me and rubbing against me. She was his wife, after all, and I had no right to be jealous of the woman.
Once I finished the chores, I rushed out to the garden to check on my babies. They were all growing well since I had learned a bit of how to care for them from the magazines and regained full function of my hands. The dual lists of duties kept me busy most days, but I still tried to spend a few minutes a day with the garden I’d come to think of as mi
ne. It was my own little piece of heaven and the only place no one ever bothered me.
After confirming the plants were okay, I went to shower and wait for Matteo as he’d instructed. I doubted he’d come by after he’d been sated by his wife earlier, but I wasn’t going to risk not being prepared if he did.
I was just climbing into bed and arranging my hair so I wasn’t lying on it when the door opened. Spreading my legs, I made sure I was positioned the way he’d told me to greet him so long ago.
Matteo walked in and stood at the foot of the bed staring at my pussy, which grew more damp the longer he drank it in. Finally he shifted and stepped out of his shoes before shrugging out of his suit jacket. He draped it over my chair, still staring at me as he calmly undid his cufflinks. After placing them on the table, he walked closer to me, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, leaving his tie on. There was absolutely nothing hurried or rushed in the way he moved. The entire time he kept his eyes on me, a slight grin tugging on his lips.
Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he moved to undo his belt, pulling it from the loops and setting it on the table next to his cufflinks. His pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, but left to hang low on his hips as he finally knelt on the bed next to me.
“We are all alone, bella. No one to catch or interrupt us. No one to keep me from enjoying my little treasure. I plan to take all night doing everything I’ve been dreaming up for you,” Matteo said, sliding a hand from one wrist above my head, down my arm, over a breast to cup between my legs. “I hope you are ready.”
“Yes, sir. I’m always ready for you,” I sighed contentedly.
His smile turned wicked just as his palm collided with my pussy in a harsh slap.
I moaned and arched my back.
“Have you missed me?” he asked, then continued before I could answer. “Show me. Be as loud as you want.”
I could do that. I could do anything as long as he was with me.
He let his fingers feather over my nipples and stomach, stopping just before he touched me where I wanted him most. Instead of continuing, he rose from the bed and dropped his pants, then grabbed his belt. Moving back to my side, he straddled my torso. His erection was pressing out from his black briefs, begging for attention.
I licked my lips, hoping he’d move forward more so I could take it into my mouth, but he slowly shook his head in denial.
He set the leather strap next to me before tracing up both my arms with his palms until he reached my wrists. Clasping them both in one of his large hands, he snatched up the belt and deftly wrapped it around them before securing them to the headboard. He sat back, smirking with satisfaction that I wouldn’t be able to move.
Resting back, his weight pressed down into my abdomen as he tugged on his tie. Once the knot came undone, he pulled it from around his neck.
“Hope you don’t mind being blindfolded, bella,” he said as he covered my eyes with it and tied it behind my head.
I didn’t like being blindfolded. It reminded me of the time I spent trapped in the dark of the basement while hunger gnawed at me, but he obviously had thought about what he was going to do to me so I went with it.
He whispered to me in Italian. His hot breath wafted over my skin as he placed kisses along my neck and torso. Taking his time, he kissed almost every inch of my skin, even my legs, before I felt the bed shift and the loss of his heat all together.
When he came back, I felt a soft tickling sensation over my nipples, then it skimmed along my arms, legs and stomach. Except for the single brush against each nipple, he avoided all the most sensitive points, especially the one that was begging for attention between my spread thighs. He hadn’t even placed a kiss there in his earlier exploration.
I writhed as I tried to figure out what the item was. It was so light and airy while sensitizing everywhere it touched at the same time.
“I want you to remember this the next time you dust. Me using the duster against your very sexy, very naked body,” Matteo uttered as he finally brushed it against my nipples more firmly than the other brushes had been.
I moaned and bit down on my bottom lip.
The duster skimmed over my pussy lips making me gasp and arch against the touch.
“Like that?” Matteo asked with a soft laugh as he did it again.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, barely able to speak. Arousal spiked hot and hard through me. I wanted more than the soft touches. I wanted his hands on me, his lips on me, him filling me. He’d never teased me like this before and it was almost painful.
“Good,” he said even as he stepped away from the bed again.
Being blindfolded, it seemed I could hear better. His soft footfalls moved around the room and disappeared out the door.
I tensed. Would he leave me like this? Would I be left tied up and blindfolded while he went about business or to bed? I prayed and hoped he wouldn’t turn me on just to leave me wanting. A relieved breath whooshed out of my lungs when he returned again.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you? Oh no, sweet bella, I have much more in store,” Matteo answered as if he’d known my unease from his absence.
I jumped when an icy sensation covered my nipple. It was the complete opposite of my flaming body, yet it forced a moan from my throat as I grew even more wet and needy for the man. The cold moved to slide down my stomach and circled my belly button to press between my damp lips. It was thin but long and confused me as to what it could possibly be.
He left the one ice-cold object pressed between my pussy while he glided the one in his mouth over my lips and cheeks, then down my throat to the unfrozen nipple. Leaving it there, he clamped his mouth around the cold nipple causing me to sharply inhale.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. I was cold. I was hot. I was about to explode into flames at all the sensations.
He moved the object from my nipple back to my lips and that’s when I figured out what it was. A frozen spoon. The spoon moved over my torso to replace the now-warm one with the still-cold one between my pussy lips. Except he didn’t stop there. He caressed my nether region with it, nudging my swollen clit. Knowing he found it, he pressed the flat side of the spoon to it and I cried out.
“Oh, I think I’m getting a little idea of how much you missed me,” Matteo stated as if I’d cried out because I wanted more, not the painful sensation of cold against the tender nub.
I couldn’t help but squirm, trying to escape the icy torture after a moment.
He laughed and replaced it with a new, even colder spoon.
I screamed. It was even more painful.
Thankfully, though, he removed it and replaced it with his mouth. The inferno of his tongue against my numb clit felt good, and I arched into him.
“Mmm, yes. You taste delicious,” he murmured, barely lifting his head to speak. He licked and tasted every inch of me before shoving two fingers into my opening. “Cazzo, you are so ready for me.”
“Yes,” I moaned, but he disappeared from between my legs. I wanted to cry out from the constant teasing. However, his weight pressed down over me a moment later, his narrow hips between my thighs. When the dull head of his erection pressed against me, I spread my thighs farther apart and arched into him, trying to force him to finally enter me.
“Needy, bella,” he chuckled as he kissed the corner of my mouth. Then he slowly filled me, rocking back and forth so he entered one inch, only to slide out, then two inches and back out.
I groaned in frustration and balled my hands, wishing they were free.
Once he was fully in me, he stilled and I whimpered.
“So impatient,” Matteo chided me, but I could tell he was smiling.
Finally, he pulled back and slammed into me.
I could’ve cried with how perfect it felt. It was what I expected, what I liked.
Again, he stilled and I gritted my teeth.
He actually laughed then. I felt his whole body move, including his cock inside me.
“Seems I have l
et you off too easily. I have all week to show you the importance of patience,” Matteo said. Rolling his hips, he slipped from me only to fill me again in a slow, leisurely pace.
I wished I could see his face to tell if he was going to punish me or if he was looking forward to spending the week without his wife hanging over him. For some reason, he didn’t want his wife knowing he was with me. It didn’t fit with the man I knew. The man who didn’t take shit from anyone, but apparently he would do anything she wanted.
My focus was brought back to Matteo when he nipped my lip.
He repositioned himself so he was on his knees and he could lift my hips off the bed as he continued to move in me.
Suddenly, a pillow was stuffed under my hips, giving him a new angle, allowing him deeper into me. He draped my calves over his shoulders. Every couple of thrusts, he would kiss my inner thigh.
I could feel my orgasm winding up, going higher and higher after being taunted and teased for so long. As he picked up the pace, my body only coiled tighter, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until finally I couldn’t contain it anymore and pleasure burst through me.
Matteo grunted, his thrusts becoming irregular as he bucked against me. Turning his head, scraping my inner thigh with his scruff, I felt his teeth against the fleshy part of my thigh before he sank them deep.
I screamed from the flash of pain. I’d grown accustomed to his bites elsewhere, but never before had he bitten me there. Before I could breathe through the agony, he stilled and bit down even harder as he spilled his release into my body.
Releasing my skin, he lapped at the teeth marks I was sure were there for a few moments before disengaging from me completely. He pulled the tie from over my eyes and released the belt.
He smiled broadly at me as his eyes roved over me from head to toe.
“Yes, I have missed you, bella,” he said, before pulling on his underwear that I hadn’t even realized he’d taken off at some point. Scooping up the rest of his clothes, he gazed at me again before moving to the door.
“Thank you, sir,” I called out before he could disappear on me.