UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE

Struggling to come down from Matteo’s shoulder, which became possible once we stepped indoors, I turned to stare at him. He turned his back to me before facing me.

“Do you really mean what you said, Deirdre? You don’t make dirty jokes like that in the presence of many people.”

“I-I…” I stuttered, my heart beating wildly as he approached, undoing the top button of his shirt.

“Do you?” he asked, with narrowed eyes.

I nodded, unable to find the right words, as my throat suddenly felt dry from staring at his chest.

“You want to be humiliated, Deirdre, even though I don’t have the right tools here to do that. But I would be kind enough to show you the best humiliation you can get if you let me,” Matteo said, his voice taking on a professional tone.

The way he said it made it sound like something one might want to do every day.

It was my dark fantasy, and it could be painful, or so I’d heard when I confided in Kelsey, my best friend, who was the only one who knew. Now, the world knew.

Matteo gripped my hand, tugging me slightly, and I slammed into him, placing my hand on his chest.

I felt the steady strumming of his chest, and I swallowed hard. Glancing up at him as his head dipped, I bit my lower lip.

“Do you want me to do that, Deirdre?”

“Yes.” All warnings in my head were on high alert as Matteo swooped me up and carried me towards the bed.

If this was a few days ago, when we met again at the Luxe Bistro restaurant, I might have denied the fact that I wanted him. I had denied the fact that we had mind-blowing sex, where I cried out his name each night, but I couldn’t anymore.

I wanted him.

Shit, shit, shit!

I wanted Matteo inside of me.

I wanted him to fuck me senselessly while humiliating me, as I said.

My pussy dampened, and my body hummed just due to his presence.

If I had never had a child for him and maybe was meeting him for the first time, I would have agreed to this feeling of giddiness.

I was acting like I was sex-starved, or maybe I was since it had been a while.

He pushed me onto the bed, jumping on top of me.

“Deirdre,” His voice was husky, but there was something in it, something raw.

Something wicked yet alluring.

His mouth was on mine in seconds, pushing past my parted lips.

Matteo kissed my bottom lip and nibbled on it, making me whimper and moan. My hips bucked beneath him, causing him to grip it firmly.

His hands slid slowly across my stomach and towards the hem of my denim shorts before he began to unbutton them.

My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, fumbling clumsily, and I quickly undid the buttons one by one until I got the last two undone, pulling his shirt off.

Throwing his shirt to the side, he pressed himself against me, grinding into me.

The friction caused my pussy to tighten further.

Matteo pulled back from our kiss briefly before crashing our lips again, harder this time, forcing my legs apart.

He kissed his way down to my cleavage. He gripped the hook of my bra, snapping it off expertly, and his mouth was on my breasts, licking and sucking lightly at my nipples.

I let out a loud moan, arching my back and squirming underneath him.

My hands grabbed handfuls of his hair as he nipped and licked at my collarbone, and I could feel my knees going weak.

I was glad I wasn’t standing. Perhaps I would be on the ground now as I had no control over what was happening.

Matteo pulled the shorts off me, and he reached my underwear and rubbed his thumb against the moistness coating my pussy.

“M-Matteo,” Throwing my head back on the pillow, I moaned loudly.

“Shhh,” He placed his lips on mine, drowning my moan.

Matteo placed his index finger next to my slit, pushing gently into my warm pussy.

Gasping, I clenched around his finger, trying to take his finger deeper into me, but I wasn’t getting anywhere.

It was torture.

Everywhere that his finger went, I was flooded with sensations, sending pleasure through my body that made me want to scream his name.

Matteo kept going deep, and I thought that I might pass out from all the orgasms that were building.

After several moments, he withdrew his finger slowly, and I whined, grasping at his shoulders.

“You desired to be humiliated, didn’t you?” Matteo’s voice had turned darker.

I nodded despite the fear building inside of me. Of course, he was going to stop if he was hurting me too much, wouldn’t he? At least, there were safe words, I believed.

Dragging me from the bed, he forcefully shoved me to the ground on my knees, and Matteo undid the buckles of his pant, freeing his dick from the restraint.

“Deirdre,” Matteo growled, gripping my hair, his hands tightening around it, and he shoved his dick into my mouth.

My breath left me with a whoosh; a gasp of surprise escaped me, and I swallowed automatically.

He didn’t stop me when the tip hit my throat, even as I gagged and the urge to throw up filled me. His dick was big inside my mouth, almost the width of a baseball bat.

Matteo pulled back, letting go of my hair, his gaze locking on mine for a moment.

I watched them flicker over my features, studying me intently.

Then he let out an exhale as I started to suck him off while one of his hands dropped to my breast.

His fingers traced my skin until they reached my nipple, and he squeezed gently.

Matteo nodded slowly. “Good girl. Keep sucking and licking, Deirdre.”

I nodded, doing as he said even though my mouth and throat hurt. After all, I was the one who wanted sexual humiliation, and he said he was only doing the basics!

Was this the basic, and why did it hurt so much?

I wondered what he would have done if he was actually into it.

“Stop,” Matteo said.

Then he walked over to the bed and sat on it, widening his legs. “Crawl to me, Tesoro, and wiggle that butt.”

“Matteo,” I murmured, shaking my head.

“Will you defy me now, Deirdre?” His eyes narrowed on mine. “You have no right to disagree with whatever I ask of you.”

Swallowing hard, I went on all fours, crawling and swinging my ass in the air.

I wonder what that made me look like. A slut, maybe.

But taking a quick look at Matteo, I believed he felt otherwise. His eyes darkened with desire, and his tongue peeked out to lick his lips at intervals.

“Come on, girl,” He smirked and then pointed to his dick. “Come play with Junior.”

When I reached him, he instantly shoved his dick into my mouth again without even giving me a chance to take it in.

Matteo’s hand went to my backside, cupping, squeezing, pinching, and lastly, slapping.

I received five strokes in total; he had told me to count or else he would start over again. I wondered how I was able to keep sucking and avoiding biting down on his dick.

“Stop,” Matteo said.

I did, panting. My gaze cast down, and I trembled as I felt his hand slipped into my hair.

This was a different type of Matteo. It wasn’t the one that had worshiped my body and fucked me until I forgot myself. This in front of me felt like the real devil, and he didn’t look even the least remorseful about all that he was making me go through.

“Deirdre,” he said, cupping my cheek. “Can you talk?”

I nodded, croaking out, “Yes.”

“Good. I would hate to see your voice cease because I need it somewhere else.” He said.

“Where?” I asked him.

“Stand.” He commanded.

I raised a brow at him, and he said again, “Stand, Deirdre.”

I did, and Matteo continued, “Your ass in the air.”

I bent forward, letting my ass face him.

“Higher.” He ordered.

I stood on my toes, leaning forward so my breasts pressed against my ribcage and my butt stuck straight in the air.

It made me feel more naked than anything else ever could have.

I didn’t know what he was searching for, but he started groping around my pussy and ass cheeks.

When he was done, he said, “Much better. Now turn around, sit on the floor with your legs wide.”

I did as told, putting my ass on the floor, spreading my legs wide.

Matteo produced a paper from the centre table. I was only noticing it now.

He scribbled furiously on it, making me wonder what he was doing.

When he came up beside me, I strained my neck, peeking to see what the paper said, and caught sight of a drawing of me.

It was crude, just the picture of me sitting on my ass, spread wide as fuck in front of Matteo, wearing nothing.

In the image, he had written a caption reading, ‘This is Deirdre, and she likes being whipped, touched, and fucked.’

He had drawn some dick marks where I had liked to be touched. Some of them were bigger than others, and some had been shaded differently.

The whole picture was fucking sickening.

“Stand to your feet and turn around. You are not meant to look at me or say anything, Deirdre. Otherwise, it will earn you a severe punishment. You can back out now because when I begin, there is no stopping for me.” Matteo said harshly.

I could back out now, his words rang in my head, but I didn’t want to.

So, I obeyed. He ran his long, slim fingers along my spine and stopped at my hips. He rubbed the small of my back with a finger, and I shivered. Then he pushed me backward onto my knees. I gasped slightly as he slid in. The sensation was so intense it took me completely by surprise.

“Don’t look at me.” He growled softly. “Just… don’t.”

I didn’t look back as he said. His dick pulsed within me as I breathed deeply and evenly.

His hand gripped my neck, tightening around it.

“Don’t make a sound, Deirdre.” He said darkly.

I gulped and bit back further noise. He loosened his grip, and I took a deep, shuddering breath. My body trembled violently as he pumped into me.

My head reeled; it felt as if I was falling off balance, losing touch with reality as he continued to fuck me without a care. Like I was some fucking animal.

I wanted it. Didn’t I say that to him?

I thought about throwing up so it could end everything, but I pushed it back.

Despite everything being painful, it was pleasurable. I wanted more.

Sweat dribbled down my face, and his hand tightened its grip again on my neck while he continued pounding into me, and my body spasmed.

Disobeying his words as I couldn’t take it any longer, I screamed, my vocal cords stretching and cracking, and tears poured from my eyes.

“Shh,” Matteo whispered. His voice had softened rather than how dark it had been a few minutes ago.

He wasn’t done, though, likewise me.

We kept going for an endless amount of minutes. My screams had died into low whimpers of discomfort, and Matteo’s breathing was ragged.

My entire body felt drained and heavy. My limbs felt rubbery, unable to support my weight. And I was sore everywhere.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he collapsed onto me, his face in my hair, pulling away from me.

Laying on the floor with his arms spread out, his breaths were short and fast.

Matteo wrapped me in his arms, and I hugged him back.

Stroking my hair, he kissed the side of my head, making me relax into his embrace.

“Did I hurt you?” He stared at my face.

I shook my head. “I’m fine. It’s just a new experience for me, and I doubt I would get used to it soon.”

“You will. You should sleep.” Matteo muttered, nuzzling my hair. “Get some rest, sweetheart.”

I sighed. “Okay. You should, too.”

“No. I need to finish my work first. Go to sleep, Deirdre.” Matteo’s voice had a calming effect on me, and surprisingly, as soon as he said that, my eyes closed before slipping into slumber.