The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 259: Order

Chapter 259: Order

"Mat – Matteo, ah wait," She cried out, struggling against his firm grip on her wrists, while his fingers continued their relentless motion within her.

"Cum for me, darling," He whispered as the tip of his fingers curled inside her wet depths, grazing over her sweet spot. She cried out, her pleasure shredding through her being as she met her release, her walls clenching his digits fervently.

"Oh fuck, Stella, look at what you’ve done," He whispered, his hand flexing over the bulge in his pants. He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead before releasing his grip on her wrists. Sliding his arms beneath her, he lifted her out of the bathtub.

"What are you doing? You’ll get yourself wet," She murmured, her voice trembling with weakness.

"I’m taking you to bed. You need rest." He replied softly.

"Rest?" she questioned, her mind still foggy from their escapade of moments ago.

"Yes, I have a date planned for us," he informed her, carefully laying her down on the bed and tucking the duvet over her.

She was certain she hadn’t misheard, but her weakened state made it difficult to fully comprehend.

"What did you say?" She asked, seeking confirmation.

"We have a date later tonight. Once you’re well-rested, we’ll go out. Is that okay?" he reiterated.

She had indeed heard him correctly. A smile formed on her lips, amazed by his unexpected gestures of affection. It was amusing to think that a man who claimed to be incapable of love was now acting just like one. She decided to savor the moment, not questioning whatever motives he had in mind.

"Alright, Mr. Quinn," She replied, playfully using his last name.

"Well, would you look at that, I completely forgot you were my employee," he remarked, chuckling lightly.

"I just thought of something," He added suddenly, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"And what would that be?" she inquired, curious about his train of thought.

"Would you prefer if I put you on a salary? You wouldn’t have to work," he suggested as though it was the most normal thing to do.

Now, he was going too far, and she immediately reacted, sitting up straight in bed.

"That wouldn’t be necessary, sir," She responded firmly. "I genuinely enjoy my work. I am more than willing to serve your business to the best of my abilities."

"Why? Is it because of the trips? We’ll have more of those regardless–" he began, but she interrupted, placing her palms against his face to halt his words.

"No, sir, it’s not about the trips. Please, just listen," she implored.

"Yes?" he prompted, awaiting her explanation.

"You don’t have to do anything like that. I love my work, and I am fully committed to serving your business."

There was a moment of silence as he absorbed her words, his thoughts swirling as he contemplated her request. Slowly, he leaned forward, his fingers grasping a lock of her hair, and he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.

"What did you do that for?" She asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I simply wanted to. Am I not allowed to do that?" There was a hint of playfulness in his voice while he spoke.

She was about to give him her reply when she caught on to his tactic.

"I see what you are trying to do, Mr. Quinn." She remarked, her tone teasing.

"And what might that be?" he inquired, feigning innocence.

"You’re changing the topic," she pointed out, leaning closer and lightly nudging him.

"What more is there to discuss? We’ve covered everything."

"No, we’ve not. Come on, Mr. Quinn," She cooed, her voice laced with a hint of seduction.

"My name is Matteo, say it," he whispered, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to hers.

"Matteo," She breathed, drawing out the syllables, her voice dripping with desire. She playfully stuck out her lower lip, enticing him further.

"Don’t do that," he responded, his voice growing husky and his eyes gleaming with raw passion.

"And what if I want to?" She challenged with a mischievous spark in her eyes.

"Then you have to be ready to face the consequences," He warned, closing the distance between them, his body pressing against hers, cocooning her in his embrace.

***

The night fell upon them swiftly, catching her off guard. After their intimate moments together, she had found herself nestled in his arms. It had been a long time since she had been held by a man, but this was different. This was Matteo.

As much as she had wanted to prolong the moment, they had another outing ahead. He had assured her that it would be just the two of them, and she trusted his word. However, he had also made peculiar request – for something exclusively his, a reminder of his lingering trauma from Mr. Gerald’s party. Their laughter had only masked the seriousness of his statement, emphasizing that he would carry out his threat of punishment if she didn’t comply.

And as he was a man of his word, she had no choice but to fulfil his wish.

Approaching the mirror, she examined her reflection, her gaze swept over her form. She had selected an alluring off-shoulder red gown, its daring slit tracing a seductive path from her pant line down to her ankle. Red silk gloves adorned her hands, adding a touch of elegance and transforming her into a modern princess in diaspora.

I hope this is not so provoking.

She silently questioned her choice, briefly entertaining the thought of changing into something simpler. However, her phone suddenly rang, interrupting her contemplation. It was Matteo.

"Yes, Mr. Quinn," She hastily answered, snatching up her bag, her voice betraying her urgency.

"If you call me that one more time, I’ll have you across my thigh for a spanking. Do you understand, Stella?"

Now, that was unexpected.

"Yes, M – I mean, Matteo." She quickly corrected herself, her pulse quickening slightly.

"Good. Meet me at the reception," he instructed, ending the call without further explanation.

"What thrill does he get from giving me orders?!" She muttered to herself as she hurried toward the door, phone in hand.