The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 255: Obedient

Chapter 255: Obedient

When she heard his question, her eyes flew open, her face snapping back to meet his, her breathing hitched with a mixture of fear, frustration and curiosity. She pressed against the wall, meeting him head-on, her resolve unyielding.

"Yes, that’s more like it. I love the warrior spirit." He stated with a mild laugh, jerking her even closer to himself and causing her breasts to mould into his chest.

"Release me right this instant." Her frustration surged, her voice low and menacing as she retorted.

Unfazed by her words, Matteo growled, tracing a finger along the swell of her cleavage, fuelling the tension that coursed between them. "All through the night you’ve driven me to provocation, donning this beguiling attire and allowing yourself get touched here and there, by men that you’ve only just met."

"What are you implying, Matteo?!" Her voice had become low with vexation, it was clear that she was furious, in spite of the flush that signified her arousal. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes held a new type of glint that excited him beyond measure. He did not realize that he had become used to her calm nature until this moment.

"If you already have a hint of what I’m saying then why do you need me to enlighten you further?"

That drove her to the edge. She tore her arms free from his grip, her arms flailing wildly as she unleashed her fury upon him.

"You motherfucking, cocksucker! How dare you arrogant bastard, I’m going to kill you!" her voice rose in a furious yell, the intensity of her words reverberating through the confined space of the elevator.

Finally, the car door opened.

He hurled her over his shoulder and charged through the door.

"Let me down, you bastard!" She yelled, planting her fists on his back and kicking her legs in the air. He smacked her bum, applying moderate pressure to his hand. She yelped and fell silent for a moment.

"YOU BASTARD!" She yelled and continued her flailing, this time, her attacks were without focus, but with a clear intent to inflict pain. Matteo, utterly fed up, set her on the ground carefully, turning her swiftly and seizing her arms behind her.

"As much as I love this feisty part of you, you will also do well not to drive me to anger." He chided in as calm a voice as he could muster in spite of his impatience. He undid his tie and began to knot her wrists together.

She began to yell once again, "I don’t give a fuck what happens to you. Release me, you oaf –" but she was cut short when he buried his fingers in the neckline of her gown and yanked it downward, freeing the reddened mounds of her breasts. She let out a loud gasp and fell silent, her breath coming in short gasps, void of words.

He leaned forward, his lips hovering beside her ear as he whispered, "I’ll ruin every bit of this outfit so you never have to wear it anymore."

*****

"Ah, M – Mat – Matteo, please," It was only moments ago that Stella was yelling at Matteo and having him do her bidding. Although unsuccessful, she relished the strength that she had in that moment. But what she hadn’t expected was the utter powerlessness she would be forced to endure due to her unexpected stubbornness being roused. Once upon a time, she was thrashing, flailing her arms and legs and demanding to be released, but in mere seconds, the game changed.

Now, with her hands bound tightly behind her back, Stella found herself exposed, her vulnerable breasts on full display. Matteo had released her from his grasp and left her standing there, his gaze fixed upon her, relishing in her helplessness.

"Oh, now you’re willing to beg," Matteo spoke with an undeniable pleasure lingering in his voice. He was obviously having the fun of his life torturing her, and it delighted him to know that it was affecting her. Standing before her, he drank in the sight of her, taking in the exquisite beauty of her mounds. Her delicate pink nipples, hardened to their limits, beckoned him, pulsating with each slight movement she made.

"Pl – please, Mat," Stella pleaded, holding herself from making any further movement. Being displayed before Matteo in this manner wasn’t what she had ever imagined. Yet, for some unknown reason, it thrilled her beyond imagination. She longed to despise the humiliation, she wanted to hate the humiliation. But under the glint of his dangerously lustful eyes, there was no telling how much longer it would be before she brought about her release from grazing of her thighs together.

"You’ve not made your desires clear, Stella." He stated matter-of-factly, pushing against the wall and walking up to her. "Though these beauties," he continued, his lips tantalizingly close to her right nipple, "seem to know exactly what they want."

"Oh, please, do something."

"Oh my, someone has lost her patience," He teased, grazing his thumb over her areola. She moaned and arched forward, pushing more of her breast toward his finger, pleading more of his teasing touches.

Matteo circled his arms on her waist and pulled her close, her naked breasts pressing against his fully clothed chest. He sought her zip with his hand, but while he did, she shifted underneath him, causing her nipples to graze his chest and easing the need that raged inside her.

"Oh fuck, Stella," He whispered against her lips and captured her mouth with his, delving his tongue deep inside her. All the while, his hand continued to rake over her back, kneading and searching.

"You... drive me... so wild, you know that," he whispered again, finally finding her zip and pulling it down slowly. He continued his languid kisses and tugs on her lips. And then, he released once again.

"You’ve become quiet since I touched you, are you being obedient so you can get what you want?" He coaxed, closing his lips over hers again.