The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 261: Teasing

Chapter 261: Teasing

"Oh, God, Matteo, take it out." She moaned, plunging her nails in his shoulders and squeezing hard.

"Oh, sweetheart, we’ve arrived at the venue, you should get yourself set." Matteo replied, swiftly bringing her to sit beside him. The movement of the object inside her was too immense. She clenched her thighs together and began to apply pressure while she grazed them together. Suddenly, a strong hand came upon her leg, holding her in place. Her movement was halted, causing her to raise her eyes to meet his.

"You’re not allowed to cum without my permission. If it happens, you will suffer an even greater punishment. I believe you don’t want that." His voice was calm, but had that subtle note of threat that could not be escaped. His eyes, there was no denying the sensual glint of a promise that was sure to be fulfilled—if she did cross the line. She gulped and held her thighs together. The chauffeur held the door open for them while they made it out, toward the restaurant that he had set up for them.

Stella noted that the environment was one of wonder. The ambiance and the overall modern opulence and aesthetic of the place was one that needed much better appreciation than what she managed. The state of her continuous torment was not helping her mind at all. As much as she tried, the blasted object was all she could think about.

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"How are you enjoying your meal?" Matteo asked with a satisfactory smile on his face. Stella, on the other hand, had barely had her fifth spoon of the soup before her. It was difficult for her to get through with it, and what made it even harder, was the fact that he had gone ahead and placed the controller of the device just beside his dish. Time and again, her eyes would fall on the invaluable objects while she filled her mind with every possible trick in the book on how to get herself out of the situation. However, whenever she tried, and got ahead of herself, she would remember that she was in a strange land, with her only bet at getting back at her life at home being to make sure that Matteo was satisfied with her performance with his new toy.

"I hate you," She whispered, malice and undeniable pleasure dripping from her voice. Matteo chuckled and replaced his cutlery. He dabbed his mouth with the napkin that had been placed on his thigh and sprang to his feet.

"Where are you going?" Stella asked in a panic, rising from her seat as well. Matteo leaned forward, his eyes locking in a fierce stare with hers.

"Sit." He commanded. Without debate, she sat back down, her face taking that of an annoyed toddler.

"Good girl. I have to visit the restroom." The moment he mentioned that, her gaze shot toward the device that was beside his dish—but all of her rising hopes were dashed when he reached for it and walked into the restroom.

Don’t worry, Stella, you can get through this night... it’s gonna be a breeze. Just get a breather and remain calm.

With the thoughts recurring in her mind, she heaved a heavy sigh and leaned back in her chair. A few seconds after her relaxation session, a strange man walked up to her. She could tell from the monk strap shoes that stood awfully close to her.

"Hello there," the moment she heard his voice, she looked up from her food, her gaze locking with emerald green eyes that seemed to glimmer in the dim lit environment.

"Hi," she managed a greeting in spite of her state. However, the moment she greeted him, the device inside her began to vibrate. She flinched and jerked her face away from his inquisitive eyes, clenching her thighs in order to maintain some order.

"May I sit—"

"No! – I mean, no, you can’t sit here." There was no reason for some random stranger to walk toward their table and ask to have a seat, what made it even stranger was the fact that every other person in the room was oblivious to the exchange. And with each passing second that the device continued to move inside her, she struggled to keep herself from embarrassing herself in the midst of the people.

"Why? Is anything wrong?" Now, that was a most bizarre question that was sure to drive her to the edge as well as piss her the hell off. It was very clear that someone else had been seated there, which meant she was not alone as he so pitifully thought. Yet, he was persistent. With stern eyes that held no sign of humor, she looked at him, scanning him for what seemed like hours.

"Someone is seated there." Her reply came icy, seemingly chilling the stranger to the bone. Suddenly, his phone began to ring. The moment he picked it, he apologized and began to walk out of the restaurant, gesturing toward her that he would be back.

I hope you stay wherever you’re headed.

She thought to herself, easing into her seat and grazing her bum against its surface. Just then, the device went off. She jolted to an upright sitting position as she spotted Matteo walking toward her with a smile on his face.

You bastard... you did it on purpose. I’m so staying away from you.

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you holding up?" He asked in a voice that belied her current mood. And just as he had expected, she refused to give a reply, instead, she went right to eating her meal as though she was never under a torment in the first place.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked again, this time, his voice was more solemn. She looked up at him with cold, unwavering eyes, signifying her current state.

"I see." He replied, pushing to his feet and walking up to where she was seated. She replaced her cutlery and got on her feet, walking out of the restaurant without paying him any heed.

"Are you really that mad?" he asked as he closed the distance behind her.