Cunt and shit. I’d hoped he wouldn’t use such terms when speaking to me as Madam often used them. He’d quickly slain that thought, and my heart sank.
After rapidly running the brush on the counter through my hair, I returned to the room, then looked around for my dress. When I couldn’t find it, I looked in the dresser drawers, but all were empty. Resigned, I left the towel on the foot of the bed and opened the bedroom door.
“Where are your clothes?” Matteo sighed in aggravation when he noted my nudity.
“I…” I started, but he cut me off.
“You know what? Doesn’t matter. Let’s go,” he said before wrapping a hand around my upper arm tight enough I knew I’d have bruises left from it. His anger hadn’t lessened in the time we’d been apart.
He led me down the hall and stairs before yanking me to the right and into a sitting area. There were four other men in the room, all of whom lifted their heads at our entry. Only one lifted his eyebrows in surprise; the other three gave me looks that made my back stiffen and fear spike within me.
“Gentlemen, this is Gia. Touch her and you will answer to me,” Matteo addressed the men before turning to me. He held out a hand, which I slipped mine into. “Gia, this is Nicola, Emilio, and Alonso. The one over there with the shocked look on his face is Cosimo. Pay him no mind.”
I forced myself to give the best smile I had. It must have worked because the men smiled back at me with a slight nod each before returning their eyes to Matteo. With the incessant throbbing in my head from the blow in the shower, I doubted I’d be able to remember any of their names; not that I would be asked to, but I tried anyway.
“About time you had a woman around here,” Nicola said. “If you ever need a hand keeping her in line, I’m more than willing to help out.”
He licked his lips while dragging his eyes over my body, pausing for longer periods at my breasts and between my thighs. Matteo responded in a string of Italian that I didn’t understand, but Nicola held up his hands in a surrendering gesture and sat back in his chair, obviously no longer so willing. Matteo stopped speaking and stared at Nicola for a few long moments before turning to me again.
“Bella, why don’t you get everyone a drink?” Matteo asked in a much nicer voice than he’d used since he’d returned to my room.
“Yes, sir.” I scurried from the room to what I assumed was the kitchen. To my complete embarrassment, the older woman who’d greeted us earlier was there. She was in the process of cooking something and barely lifted her head to look at me.
“The glasses are over there,” she said, pointing to a counter across from her. “They take Manhattans on the rocks.”
When I stared at her blankly, she sighed and walked to where there was a stash of alcohol and started mixing some together.
“Well, come see how I do it because this is your job, not mine.” She looked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching. I’d been hoping to find an ally in her, but obviously not from the tone of her voice.
I tried to follow what she was mixing together, but it was impossible without any instructions to follow and with how swiftly she moved, not to mention the killer headache I was fighting.
She spun on me, and with a parting glare she returned to where she’d been and resumed cooking.
Gathering the glasses, two in each hand, I went back to the room and handed each man one before standing off to the side. I was quickly forgotten as the men rapidly spoke in a mix of Italian and English. From what I could pick up, I had to have been confused, because as scary as all the men appeared, I simply didn’t think a group of men sat around talking about killing another man as if it was simply a chore to be handled quickly and quietly.
I feared they’d request a refill of their drinks, and I had no idea what I would’ve done if they had; but it never happened. When the four men stood to leave, I released the breath I’d been holding. I’d survived my first outing around Matteo’s friends. However, my reprieve was short-lived. As soon as Matteo shut the door behind his guests, he spun on me. I fought the urge to shrink in on myself. Keeping my back straight, shoulders back, and head down, I heard his approach more than saw it, but I could feel the anger radiating off him.
“So, you think it’s okay to sit in on private conversations, do you? I’ll show you what happens to a nosy little figa.” Matteo latched onto the back of my neck before I could respond. His fingers dug deep into my tender flesh. As if my tender cheek and throbbing head weren’t enough.
I’d done well at focusing on anything but the pain he’d inflicted since I’d arrived, but with him only introducing more, I couldn’t help but remember all of it.
He shoved me toward the stairs, keeping pace with me as I reached out to stop myself from hitting them. It was unnecessary as he gripped my hair, yanking me back onto my feet.
I tried to take the steps two at a time in an attempt to get away from him, but it failed as he easily kept up with me. When we reached my room, he slammed me face-first into the wall, pressing his body against mine so I could feel every hard inch of him.
“You might be new around here, but you can’t be as stupid as you seem,” he breathed into my ear before his tongue flicked against it. “I think it’s time you learned your place, bella. I thought it had already been pretty clear, but from your actions tonight I can tell it isn’t.”
His weight lifted, then he spun me around with a hand on my shoulder. Stepping back, he rested his shoulders against the opposite wall.
My eyes grew wide when he reached for his belt buckle. I couldn’t help but watch as he released his hard cock from within.
“Knees,” Matteo demanded and I automatically sank to them. “Now suck me off.”
I swallowed hard and scooted closer as I tried to think what those words could mean. I followed his hand as it stroked up and down his length a few times before pushing it forward toward my mouth. Licking my lips, I took a breath before opening up to take him in.
“That’s right. Suck my dick deep into your mouth,” he instructed me. He sank a hand into my hair, fisting it so it tugged at my scalp. “You are all mine, bella. Don’t you ever forget it.”
I didn’t think it would be possible with his thick, hard cock so deep in my mouth I was nearly choking on it. Part of me enjoyed the flavor of him blossoming over my tongue while the other part feared he’d use the grip he had on me to take him deeper than I could without gagging.
“Use your hand where you can’t fit me into your mouth or I’ll shove it down your throat and force you to take it,” Matteo growled, yanking me closer, causing my eyes to water as my throat tightened around him. He rotated his hips, shoving deeper, forcing me to fight to breathe.
Wrapping my fingers around his length, I used the saliva left behind to slick my palm and slide over the couple inches I couldn’t take. When he groaned from my ministrations, a rush of heat flooded my pussy. Even though he was clearly in charge of the situation, I loved that I could make him feel so good, that it was me that was causing such pleasurable sounds to leave his body. It gave me the boost of courage to lift my head enough so that I could focus on the engorged mushroom tip, flicking my tongue around it, sliding just that in and out of my tightly-suctioned lips while my palm slid along the rest of him.
“Yes, bella, just like that,” Matteo groaned, throwing his head back against the wall and causing a loud bang to resonate in the silence of the hallway.
It was only then that I realized that we were still in plain view of anyone who came up the stairs, but if he didn’t mind, I didn’t either. All that mattered was keeping those noises coming from him and making sure he enjoyed what I was doing.
A flash of saltiness came over my tongue and I moaned at the flavor. It was an unknown —while not an entirely pleasant taste, it wasn’t horrible.
Another moan left his lips, and I was gifted with another salty burst. I realized it was his body’s way of telling me he was enjoying what I was doing.
Having the reassu
rance I needed, I slid my mouth even farther down his length than I’d gone before, and he surprised me by yanking on my hair until I released him completely. Using his grip on my hair, he forced me backwards until I fell onto my butt and reached out behind me to hold my upper half off the floor.
His eyes locked with mine as he reached between our bodies and aligned his cock with my pussy. With a single thrust, he filled me and I had to lock my elbows to keep from falling. He used his weight to press me back as he slowly withdrew and filled me again. Once my back was resting on the carpet, he raised to his knees, hooking his arms under each of my calves, pulling my lower half off the ground as he chose a brutal, hard pace to fuck me.
Not once did he look away from my face. He focused on the small twinges in my facial muscles that I couldn’t control as pain roared, then passed from his torturous thrusts. He was going so deep, I couldn’t help but cry out every time he filled me. Instead of being turned off by my cries of pain or discomfort, he seemed to enjoy them and only moved harder and faster against me.
Through it all, I found pleasure growing and taking over my body. Something about the heat in his eyes, the way he looked at me as if I was completely his to do with as he wanted, it turned me on. The pain was nothing I couldn’t handle. I’d dealt with worse; different, but worse. At least there was pleasure to be had from what he was giving me. I focused on the pleasure, the only escape I could find.
He placed a soft kiss on the inside of my calf before he sank his teeth into me. Not quite hard enough to break the flesh, but enough to make me cry out louder than before. It was then that I felt the dam break and everything faded away to the peaceful, white wonderland I’d found only at his hands.
There was nothing but the complete bliss that pulsed through my body for a few long, cherished moments. When I found myself blinking back to reality, Matteo was kneeling over my face with his hand rubbing his cock hard and fast.
He was thrusting his hips into his hand as it moved up and down the angry red shaft. With one final pump, he grunted loudly and shot hot white strands across my breasts and face.
He ran his fingers over my chest, then cheek before forcing them into my mouth. I licked them clean, the taste reminding me of the small amounts of salty liquid his cock had released while I’d sucked on it.
“Yes, clean my come off my fingers. That’s fucking beautiful.” Pulling his fingers free, he slid them through the white cream once more before shoving them back in my mouth. “Does my come taste good? Hmm? Does tasting my release make your sweet little pussy all wet? It should, because the only thing hotter than filling you with my come is seeing my come all over your sexy face.”
I flicked my tongue against him, making sure I didn’t miss a spot, and he smiled down at me.
“I’ll let you off without a punishment because you are such a good girl, but don’t expect it to happen again. Next time you stick around to listen to conversations you aren’t invited to, you will be punished. Do you understand me, bella?” he asked, taking his fingers from me and standing. Methodically, he fixed his pants and straightened his shirt and tie before holding a hand out to help me from the floor.
My palm felt so tiny when his much larger one swallowed it before he pulled me to my feet.
“I understand, sir. I’m sorry I am letting you down in so many ways. This is the first time I’ve not had very specific instructions as to what I am to do. I will do better next time, sir.” I lowered my head even though I wanted very much to look into his dark brown eyes.
“And I will try to be better about remembering that you haven’t been fully trained as to how I expect you to be.” Matteo surprised me with his answer.
I wasn’t given time to digest his response before he opened the door to my bedroom.
“Sleep now. You will be expected to be up and dressed in that nasty dress promptly by eight AM tomorrow — we have a busy day, so don’t be late. Aida will bring your dress back if she hasn’t already.” With a knowing smirk, he pressed a kiss to my cheek before turning and walking farther down the hall and vanishing into one of the many rooms.
As soon as he was out of sight, I ran into my bedroom, careful to close the door quietly. Without much thought, I showered away the night before climbing into bed nude. I didn’t have anything else to dress in and that was okay with me. I was more focused on what the next day would bring.
Would it be more of the nice Matteo or the harsh Matteo?
Chapter Four
I spent the night tossing and turning, as I wasn’t used to sleeping in such a soft bed and it was uncomfortable. Finally, I took the thinnest pillow of the bunch and a blanket, then lay on the floor where I eventually found a few hours of rest. As soon as light streamed through the window, I made the bed and showered once again.
Pulling my hair back in a braid, I put on in my dull brown dress and rested on the bed, waiting for Matteo to retrieve me for the day. At least my head and cheek were feeling better than they had the night before. I’d timed it so perfectly that I didn’t have to wait long before he opened my door without knocking.
“Hmm, yes, that is a sight I could start every day with,” Matteo purred, entering the room. He left the door open, which told me he wasn’t planning on staying long since every other time he had closed it.
Resting a hip on the bed edge, he smiled down at me while his palm slid up the inside of my spread thighs. When he found my lightly-furred pussy, he ran his fingers over my swollen lips.
“Yes, today will be filled with a lot of new experiences for you, and I plan to be right by your side through them all. But in case I am called away for any reason, there is something I’d like to give you to keep me on your mind at all times,” Matteo murmured as he continued to tease my opening. Shifting his hips, he reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a shiny metal object. He turned it slowly, letting the light reflect off it for a moment before he met my gaze. “This, bella, is called a butt plug. Do you know what it is for?”
“Uh…” I had an idea based on its name, but couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud.
“It is to fill your ass while we are out. You are not ready for me to fully claim you there yet, but this will remind you that I am always with you. I’d fill that delicious pussy with a toy, but it’d only hinder what I have in mind, so this will have to do.” He looked lovingly at the object before reaching for the top drawer of the nightstand. He retrieved a bottle of clear fluid and flipped open the lid, then dribbled a few droplets onto the object before closing it again. Since my legs were already spread for him, it was easy for him to glide the object between my thighs before going lower, where my tight hole was located. His eyes followed the object as it slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscles, only to retreat a bit.
I clenched my eyes and tried to breathe through the pain and new sensation. However, when I released the breath I’d been holding, he shoved the thing deep in me, and I gasped at the sharp pain followed by the full feeling in my rectum. He released the object and pressed two fingers into my dry pussy. It was then I decided the anal plug wasn’t as uncomfortable as I initially thought. Once the widest part was in, there was no pain, only a foreign fullness. I could deal with that. It was the intrusion into my body when I wasn’t ready that was worse, but his fingers slipped out almost immediately.
“Perfect.” Matteo smiled down at me before standing and helping me from the bed.
When my feet reached the floor and the metal object shifted, I groaned. It felt dirty and incredible at the same time. If it was how he wanted me to remember him, I could easily do that. Anything besides pain. I didn’t want to remember him with the haze and hatred pain brought. The pleasure and good feelings no one else had ever given me was how I wanted to keep him in my mind. It seemed the longer the plug was in the better it felt, or maybe I just grew more accustomed to it. Either way, I certainly wouldn’t be able to forget about the man who had put it in me and that was exactly what he wanted.
Mad
am had taught me that everything came with a side of pain. The only difference was how it was dished out. It all depended on what kind of mood she was in, and I quickly learned it was the same with Matteo. I was used to Madam and her favorite ways to inflict pain. Matteo, however, was completely different. I didn’t know how to please him no matter how much I tried. It was a new day, and I was determined to be a better slave to him than I had been on the previous one. All I wanted was for him to be proud of me and happy he purchased me.
“Come, bella,” Matteo said, holding out a hand to me. He threaded his fingers with mine and led me from the room, then down the stairs. There was a black car waiting for us. Once again he helped me into the car and slid in next to me. It reminded me of the trip from the airport, only he didn’t raise the barrier between us and the driver. Without a single word, the driver seemed to know where we were headed.
We pulled to a stop outside of a long row of stores, all of which appeared to be women’s boutiques. Matteo flashed a smile at me while he waited for the driver to open his door. He stood and offered me his palm. Sliding my hand into his, I tried to return his smile. I wasn’t used to smiling so it was difficult. I wanted to show him I was as happy as he was, even if I was unsure of what was happening or where we were. Not to mention the plug still shifting and moving with each step I took, keeping me off-balance.
Once again, he threaded his fingers with mine and led me to the first shop. Over the next few hours I was subjected to trying on nearly every piece of clothing in every store in the area. At each stop Matteo sat patiently, waiting for me to show him every item, then purchased those which he liked. Not once was I asked what I liked or wanted to wear, but I didn’t care. Anything was better than the dress that Madam had given me. Plus, everything was soft and caressed my skin as I pulled it on or walked around for Matteo to view. All very different from the rough material of the dress I was used to.
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