Matteo (The Syndicates series Book 1)

by Cala Riley

  “Away from you.” She laughs.

  I attach one nipple clamp, making her cry out and attach the other.

  “Who the hell do you think you are?” she calls out, slapping my chest.

  I knew this would be a new sensation for her, but she needs to learn to let go.

  “Your worst fucking nightmare.” I pull on one of the nipple clamps, making her moan.

  I run my finger around her nipple and watch goose bumps spread as I undo my belt.

  “What are you doing to me?” she whimpers.

  I kick off my pants, crawling up her body. “Owning you.”

  Her body shivers at the conviction in my words.

  I grab her hands, making her cup her tits. Vanessa whimpers as I grab her throat, feeling her swallow beneath me. I squeeze her throat lightly as I pluck one clamp, sliding my dick between her tits, making us both moan.

  I tease us both for a few more strokes.

  “Tell me, are you as innocent as I think you are?” I rasp, sliding down her body.

  “What do you think?” Vanessa gasps out as I spread her legs.

  I nip at her clit.

  “No one,” she whimpers. “No one has had me.”

  “Have you ever gotten yourself off?” I ask, rubbing her pussy lips, teasing her.

  “No,” she says, lifting her hips, trying to get me where she wants me.

  “If you can’t stay still, I’ll be forced to tie you down,” I warn, watching Vanessa’s eyes dilate. “You like the idea of that, huh? Me tying you down so you can’t fight me?”

  “No,” she starts.

  I move up, pinning her hands above her head as I press my lips to hers. By the time I pull back, she’s breathless and antsy.

  “You sure you don’t like it? Seems like you do.”

  “I don’t know what I like, but I want you to show me.”

  Her smile is small and innocent. Her body a sight to behold. Looking down at her, all I can see is her beauty.

  “Are you sure, cara? Once we do this, I’ll never let you go.”

  “Please.” Her begging does me in.

  I move from her amidst her protests, but she calms down when I come back with the cuffs I used on her the first night.

  “You remember these?”

  She glares at me. “How could I forget?”

  “Scoot up to the edge of the bed,” I demand.

  I smile as she does what I ask without a single argument.

  “Good girl,” I tell her as she holds her hands above her head, right where I cuffed her the first night.

  I pull one wrist up to my mouth, kissing it before I secure the cuff. Then I take her second wrist before doing the same thing after feeding it through the bedpost.

  Then I stand back and take in the sight. My mind runs back to that first night. Even then, she was sexy as fuck. Rumpled clothes and dirt all over her, but I knew she was special.

  Maybe that’s why I took her in the first place.

  I take another second to admire her body before moving back toward her. I pick up her left leg, kissing her ankle. I kiss my way up her leg, eating up every sound she makes. When I get to her apex, she thrusts her hips up, searching for my face.

  I place a chaste kiss at her center before moving back down and starting on her right leg.

  “Matteo, please,” she pants.

  “Patience, my beauty. The buildup is worth it. Do you trust me?”

  She hesitates, but eventually, I get my answer, “Yes.”

  “Good. I’ll never harm you intentionally. Sometimes there is pain mixed with the pleasure, but that will always be to heighten your experience. Do you understand?”

  “I do.”

  I don’t respond, instead continuing my path up her leg. This time when I reach the top, I don’t hesitate. I use one hand to separate her lips while my tongue dives in. After a couple swipes, my other hand comes into play, using two fingers to thrust in and out of her. She’s writhing on the bed, attempting to get closer yet farther away at the same time.

  She’s letting her body lead and I love every moment of it.

  When she’s getting close, I slow down. She growls.

  “Did you just growl at me, cara?”

  “I was so close.”

  “You were, but remember what I said. It’s worth the wait.”

  I kiss my way up her stomach, stopping to tug on the nipple clamps. She gasps as she arches up toward me.

  I pull the nipple clamps off, smiling when she lets out a heavy breath.

  “They tingle. It feels so good.”

  “Are you sure about this, cara? We don’t have to do this tonight.”

  “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”

  “You remember what I said. I don’t do soft and slow.”

  “I know. I don’t need that. I need you.”

  I lean up, grabbing a condom.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, hearing the wrapper, but unable to look down at me.

  “Putting a condom on. I’d love to ride you bare, but neither one of us is ready for the consequences of that. Not yet.”

  “Oh,” she whispers.

  I climb back on top of her, positioning myself at her entrance.

  “Do you remember your safe word?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t hesitate to use it if you need.”

  “I won’t. I trust you.”

  My heart is pounding in my chest. I slowly slide in, watching her facial expressions. She winces slightly, but otherwise seems fine. I keep pressing in until I can feel her barrier.

  “Are you ready? This is going to hurt, but I promise I’ll make it better.”

  “I’m ready.”

  I buck my hips forward, pausing as she takes a sharp inhale of breath.

  Her body is tense at first, but as it starts to relax, I move again. I grip her hips, angling her up so with each thrust, I rub against her pelvic bone.

  Quickly her face turns from apprehension to pure bliss. I squeeze her hips hard with every little moan that slips out, urging me on. I feel each and every clench around my cock, pushing me closer to the edge.

  I refuse to fall over it until she does, though.

  Leaning down into her neck, I bite, making her hiss, but then I kiss and suck the area.

  “Matteo,” she calls out, arching up into me as her entire body convulses.

  I keep pumping hard and long until I feel the familiar tingling in my spine.

  My vision goes spotty as I find my release. Collapsing over Vanessa.

  I’m careful to shift my weight off of her as I reach up to undo the cuffs. Then I pull her into my lap as I rub her wrists.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her.

  She cuddles into my neck. “My vision is blurry, but other than that, I feel fantastic.”

  I chuckle. “You made my vision go dark too. I’m glad it was good for you.”

  “I didn’t know I would like those things on my nipples. That was an interesting sensation.”

  “With the right person, there are a lot of interesting things you can do.”

  “Will you show me?”

  I smile. “With time, I will.”

  I lean down and kiss her. “Let me go turn off the shower. It’s probably cold by now. We can take another one a bit later.”

  “Okay,” she says on a yawn.

  I make my way to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth. I shut the shower off before taking the washcloth to the sink to get it wet. I ring it out, then bring it back to her.

  Vanessa is sprawled out on the bed, naked as the day she was born, smiling up at me.

  “Your bed is so comfortable. Have I ever told you that?”

  “You haven’t, but I’m glad you feel that way.”

  “What’s that for?” She nods to the washcloth.

  “To clean you up. Here, let me.”

  I lean in, taking care with cleaning her up. Once done, I make my way back to the bathroom, rinsing it out before cleaning myself up.
Once done, I go back to the bedroom and slip into bed. I pull Vanessa into me, resting her head on my chest.

  “Thank you,” she whispers.

  “You never have to thank me for that. I should be thanking you.”

  She shrugs, her hand tracing my chest.

  “Vanessa, I want to talk about today. I’m sorry they showed up here like that. I wasn’t trying to hide them from you or you from them. I was, shit, I don’t know. I was keeping you to myself, I guess.”

  “Why did you never tell me about them? I’ve heard you talk about your sister and mom before, but you’ve never once mentioned them.”

  “I guess because they are a part of my business side of life. Yes, they are family, but there is a lot about that circle of friends I can’t discuss. I’ve just learned to not really talk about them.”

  “That makes sense, I guess. Why didn’t you tell them about me?”

  I sigh. “I wanted to, but it’s not something you tell them over the phone. Besides, we try to limit phone contact. It can be traced. I haven’t really been going to our regular family dinner because I’ve been staying here with you. I wanted to spend the time with you instead of them. I guess, I felt guilty for choosing you over them.”

  “So you’re not ashamed of me?”

  “Not at all. You’re beautiful and smart. If anything, you should be ashamed to be seen with me. I mean, I kidnapped you and forced you here against your will. Why would you even want to go near me?”

  She shrugs. “You’re not always so bad. Sometimes you’re awfully sweet.”

  I kiss the top of her head. “Don’t tell anyone that. I’m supposed to be a ruthless leader.”

  She pats my chest. “You’re that too.”

  I smile when she yawns again.

  “Go to sleep, cara. The rest of this can wait until later. Take a nap. I’ll be here when you get up.”

  “‘Kay,” she manages before she falls asleep.

  I stare down at her for a while. She’s the wish I knew I wanted but didn’t know how to ask for.

  Now she’s mine. I meant what I said. I’ll never let her go.

  I curl up in the chair in Matteo’s office, my pussy throbbing as if he’s still inside me. Rubbing my thighs together, I feel how wet I am.

  It’s been three days, but what an amazing three days it’s been. Every day, he’s taken me in his room. He promises we can try some more of the items in his chest, but so far we have stuck to the cuffs and nipple clamps as I now know they are called.

  That’s not to say that’s the only way we’ve had sex. He’s put me in different positions to show me the benefit of each. My neck, hips, and thighs all have marks from where he grabs, bites, or sucks on my skin. I’d like to say I’m mad, but it would be a lie. I love every single one of them. I wear them like a badge. Like he branded his name on my body for everyone to see.

  Living on the streets doesn’t give you much of an opportunity at relationships, but no man has ever made me feel the way Matteo does. The way he makes me feel like I’m on fire from the inside out. Like I could walk across a million miles of hot coals as long as he’s there to kiss and make it better in the end. He makes me feel invincible.

  The more I think about it, the more turned on I get.

  “Seriously?” I growl, needing a new set of panties for the second time today.

  I groan, pushing my heel against the seam of my sweats along my pussy, trying to relieve the pressure. Before Matteo left today, he ordered me not to touch myself. This is after he found me playing with myself yesterday, unable to control the urge.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  I startle, turning to see Matteo leaning against the door frame, watching me.

  “When did you get home?” My voice is breathless, giving my thoughts away.

  “Does it matter? Now answer the question.”

  I take a deep breath. “Reading,” I say, holding up the book I’m holding.

  “You sure about that?” he asks, stalking toward me.

  “Mmhmm,” I hum.

  Matteo threads his fingers through the back of my hair, tilting my head back, kissing me deeply.

  “Come,” Matteo demands, pulling me up.

  I thread my fingers through his and follow him into his bedroom.

  “Where did those come from?” I ask, frowning at the shopping bags on his bed.

  “I went and picked some things out for you.” He guides me toward the bed.

  “For?”

  “We’re having dinner tonight with some of the most important people in my life.”

  He nudges me toward a bag. I open it and pull out the first thing on top.

  “Matteo,” I whisper, staring at the beautiful black dress in my hands. The material is ridiculously soft. “This is too much.”

  Matteo takes the dress from my hands, laying it on the bed. “I disagree,” he says, opening another bag. He pulls out a matching red lingerie set. “I can’t wait to see you in this and strip it off of you slowly,” he murmurs, running the lace through his fingers.

  “I can’t wear it, it’s too expensive.”

  “You can and you will.” He slaps my ass. “Go shower.”

  I linger, watching him pull a few more things out of bags.

  “Now, cara,” he demands, not looking at me.

  I rush into the bathroom, turning on the shower. I strip as it warms up. I look at my body and notice a visible change.

  I look like a woman now.

  I cup my breasts, which now fill my palms. My nipples pebble thinking about Matteo and what he likes to do with them.

  Him sliding his cock between them, brushing my lips.

  I watch myself flush in the mirror and drop my hands. I rush through the shower. When I step out Matteo is standing there, arms and ankles crossed, leaning against the counter. He straightens, slowly checking me out from head to toe.

  “Clean enough for your liking?” I deadpan.

  “It will do for now, but for the record, I prefer it when I make you dirty.” He shrugs as he rips the towel off of the hook, handing it to me.

  I dry off, placing the towel back on the hook. Stepping forward I reach for the bra. Matteo slaps my hand, grabbing the bra himself.

  “Let me,” he growls.

  Matteo puts the bra on me, then slides the dress over my head.

  “What about panties?” I tease.

  He bunches the dress at my hips and picks me up, spinning and setting me on the counter.

  “What are you doing?” I tilt my head.

  “Spread,” he demands, reaching for a box.

  I spread my legs, making room for him. Matteo takes a tiny object out of the box and rubs it against my lips.

  “Open.”

  I open my mouth, letting him run it along my tongue, getting it wet. He removes it, running it against my pussy. Making me gasp.

  “Matteo,” I half beg and warn.

  He slips the small device into my pussy, rubbing my clit. Leaning forward, he licks my seam, groaning.

  “I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, straightening and grabbing my panties.

  “Are you leaving that in me?” I ask harshly.

  “I am. Since you disobeyed my order today, you’ll be punished,” he says, sliding the panties up my legs. “Lift,” he demands, I lift, and he puts the panties in place.

  “What was that?” I ask as he lifts me off the counter, setting me on my feet.

  “That was a nice little toy I picked up today,” he says, ushering me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

  I sit on the bed, feeling the toy move inside me, making me hum as I slip on the shoes he left out for me.

  “And what does it do?” I question, raising a brow.

  I watch as he takes a small device out of his pocket and taps a few buttons. Soon enough I feel the toy inside me vibrate, making me gasp.

  “Matteo,” I whimper.

  He hits a button again, making it stop. Leaving me angry and tu
rned on.

  “It’s a fun little toy that allows me to tease you all night long. Leave you on edge,” he says, dropping the remote in his pocket. “Come, we will be late.” He reaches out, taking my hand.

  “You better not turn that on while we’re at dinner,” I warn.

  “Last I checked, cara, I’m the one who makes the rules. You’re the one that likes to break them.”

  “Matteo, you can’t do that,” I hiss.

  “Can’t I? Last I checked that’s my pussy to do with as I please,” he says, ushering me out of the house.

  “Mr. Ricci, good to see you,” the driver says.

  “You as well.”

  “Ma’am.” The driver bows to me.

  I awkwardly smile before sliding in. As soon as Matteo sits next to me, the driver shuts the door.

  “Matteo, you can’t possibly expect me to keep this in during dinner,” I hiss.

  “I can and I do.” He takes it out of his pocket, flipping the switch, making my thighs clench. Matteo runs one hand up my thigh and grasps the back of my neck with the other. “Now the rules,” he murmurs, running his lips over my neck.

  “Rules?” I gasp.

  “Rules.” He nods. “I’m going to randomly turn this on and off whenever I want. You’re not allowed to come.”

  “What?” I try to pull back, only to be held in place.

  “The only time you can come is when I tell you to.” He reaches over, tapping the button, shutting it off.

  “You can’t expect me not to get off. It’s an uncontrollable body reflex. Trust me, the humiliation of getting caught would be enough to stop it if I could,” I huff.

  “Oh, but I do. And the less you react, the harder I’ll make you come,” he rasps, kissing me. The car starts moving. Matteo’s kisses make me forget everything.

  I don’t know how long we move until we come to a stop.

  “Be a good girl tonight,” he warns, biting my lip before pulling away. The driver opens the door, allowing Matteo to step out.

  I look down, seeing my dress bunched around my hips once again and adjust it into place. Matteo holds out a hand and I take it, slipping out of the car. He drops my hand and adjusts his cufflinks before taking my hand once again.

  We approach the door and it swings open before we can even ring the bell.

  Sofia.

  “Right on time.” She arches a brow, giving Matteo a pointed look.