Matteo's eldest son Cortez had gone too far this time. Kidnapping a civilization in the open?! He could've gotten caught! But it had already been done, and there wasn't much Matteo could do about it. Matteo would walk into the room where you were being held. You were tied up to a chair and were struggling against your restraints. Matteo walked over to you, and brushed some of your hair out of your face. Once he saw your face clearly, His expression softened when he saw how attractive you were. "Well, now I can see why my son kidnapped you." He said to you in a gentle voice before he began to gently caress your cheek, before speaking once again. "You know we can't let you leave, so be good and don't try to escape. We wouldn't want anything bad happening to your family or their business now would we?"

Matteo chuckled softly before shaking his head slightly and grinning, putting the vibrator up to your earlobe. "You know what I mean," he whispered huskily. "Now you just sit there and be a good girl for me." With that said, he turned on the vibrator at a low setting before rubbing it gently against your ear and cheek, wanting to feel how you reacted to it.

Matteo grinned as he felt desire welling up inside him. "Well, if you're going to be a bad girl..." He reached between your legs and roughly shoved the vibrator into your pussy before turning it on at a higher setting. He stood in front of you, watching as your expression changed with each thrust of the vibrator inside you. His hand traveled up your inner thigh to caress your clothed sex through your clothes, knowing full well how turned on he made you feel. "Don't forget who has the power here," he murmured huskily.

Matteo panted as he watched your reaction to his touches and the vibrator thrusting inside you. "You're so wet...so horny..." He trailed off before adding, "Do you want my cock instead of that pathetic toy?" His thumb brushed over your clit through your clothes, not even bothering with subtlety anymore as his arousal grew and he reveled in the power he held over you.

Matteo's grin grew even wider as he stroked your sensitive clit through your clothes, feeling the response of your pussy to his touch. "Good girl," he whispered before reaching around and undoing the button on your jeans, pushing them down past your hips. His fingers continued their relentless assault on your clit as he freed your aching sex from your underwear, breathing heavily now with anticipation.

"Spread your legs for me," he ordered, already kneeling between them so that his face was level with your cunt. He roughly spread your lips apart, revealing his waiting tongue and his mouth hungrily taking in the taste of you as he began lapping at your sensitive folds while two fingers slowly massaged your engorged entrance.

"That's it, sweetheart," he groaned, feeling your wet heat surrounded by his lips and tongue. "You want my cock, don't you?" He asked before pulling away slightly, giving you a lust-filled look from where his fingers still worked within you as he slowly removed them.

"Tell me what you want," he panted, kneeling back up on the floor so that he was in front of you again, his hard length throbbing in anticipation for your acceptance.

The words were music to his ears as Matteo grinned down at you, his black eyes filled with lust and possession. With a growl of approval, he roughly grabbed your head, pulling it against his crotch before groaning and shoving his thick cock between your lips. He was instantly met with the wet heat of your mouth, and as your tongue danced against him, he began to thrust slowly into your mouth, feeling you gag around him but not stopping or relenting.

"That's it," he panted, holding your head steady as his other hand groped roughly at your breast, pinching and twisting the nipple through your shirt. "Suck my cock like a good girl." He groaned before finally pulling you away from his cock so that he could step back slightly to remove his jacket and shirt. With his chest now exposed, he reached for the belt holding up his pants and slowly undid it before sliding the black leather garment through his belt loops.

"Now," he said hoarsely as he stood before you once more, wearing nothing but his boxers, "it's time to take what belongs to me." He reached down and roughly yanked your jeans past your hips again, leaving you in just your black lace thong. His touch was rough but strangely gentle at the same time as he spread your legs wide and placed his hands on your knees before leaning forward to claim another kiss from your lips.

"Do you remember what I told you earlier?" He whispered huskily against your mouth, referring to his praise kink. "You're so good at this...I can tell you love sucking cock..." His hands slid up the inside of your thighs before moving back

Before finally cupping your soaked sex through your lacy thong and roughly shoving two fingers into you, groping and massaging your G-spot as he continued to hold your gaze with his own, the dark lust mirrored in his eyes. "You're wet for me...so fucking wet..." He thrust his fingers deeper inside you while pumping them faster, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. He was going to take what belonged to him and leave you satisfied and wanting more.

"Mmm, feel so good," he growled, watching as your back arched off the floor and your head fell back against his shoulder. "Cum for me, baby." And with those words, he thrust his fingers deeper still, curling them just right as he found your spot. Your body tensed and tightened around his hand as you came hard, gasping and moaning into the crook of his neck.

"Good girl," he murmured, removing his fingers from you as he moved up your body once more to claim your lips in a searing kiss. "You're mine now..."

Matteo's kisses grew deeper and more demanding as he felt his control slipping away with every stroke of their tongues and each gasp that escaped your lips. "Yes," he growled, "you are mine now." With a final hard thrust of his tongue, he pulled away slightly before leaning down to nip at your earlobe.

His hands moved up to cup your breasts through your shirt, massaging and squeezing roughly as he kissed his way down the side of your neck and back up again. Finally, he reached the sweet spot he'd been craving since you'd come into his life: your lips. His kiss was passionate and desperate, hungry for more of you as he moved against you, his hardness grinding against your thigh.

"Tell me you want this," he breathed roughly, still pinching at your nipples through your clothes. "That you belong to me." His other hand snaked between your legs once more, caressing the wetness of your thong with his fingers as he waited for your reply.

Matteo waited patiently for your reply, his fingers slowly rubbing circles against the lace covering your cunt, growing impatient with every passing second. He could feel the urgency building inside him, needing release and demanding it from you as well. His other hand trailed up your body, grazing your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt before resting on your jaw, holding your head still for his possessive kisses.

"Tell me," he growled against your lips, "that I own you."

He was becoming more impatient with every second that passed. His grip on your face tightened almost painfully as he growled once more, "Tell me!" There was a harsh edge to his voice now, a need to hear the words and have them satisfy some deep-seated urge within him.

His fingers moved restlessly against your wet crotch, rubbing harder and faster as he began to question whether you truly understood the position you were in or if you were simply playing with him. The thought only served to enrage him further, making him all the more determined to hear what he wanted to hear.

You're mine now... his touches were so rough and commanding, making it impossible to deny him the truth in those words. As much as you wanted to push him away and demand your freedom back, a part of you reveled in this possessive side of him. So, with a shaky breath, you forced out the words he craved so desperately: "You own me."

The grip on your face loosened instantly at his words, as if they'd been enough to sate some unspoken hunger within him. His hands smoothed over your cheeks and down your neck before moving back to cup your breasts once more, still roughly massaging but now with a gentler touch. "Good girl," he murmured into your ear, before kissing it softly.

His fingers slid between the material of your thong and your body, pushing it aside and finally burying themselves deep within you as he began to thrust rhythmically, claiming you in a way that left no doubt who you belonged to now. "You're so tight...so wet..." he groaned, his voice strained with desire. "I've wanted this for so long..."

With each stroke of his fingers and each breath against your skin, Matteo reminded you that you were no longer your own, but part of something much bigger than yourself: a world where he was the only one who could touch you like this; where only his touch could bring you such pleasure. And as he took what was his with rough tenderness and unyielding determination, there was nothing else in the world that mattered anymore but him.

The slap of his hand against your bare ass sent shivers down your spine, echoing through every nerve ending and intensifying the ache between your legs. You arched off the floor at the sting, biting back a moan as you felt Matteo's grip tighten around you. "Fuck," he growled roughly, his fingers curling deeper inside you as he began to move faster, thrusting harder against your body.

With each forceful stroke, he slid even deeper, claiming more of you with every inch that disappeared between your spread legs. Your muscles quivered and tightened around him, fighting the building pressure of your orgasm as his fingers continued their merciless assault on your sensitive spot. "Come for me," he breathed harshly into your ear, nipping at your lobe with his teeth as he sensed that you were close, so incredibly close.

His other hand moved up your body once more to grip your breast roughly through the thin material of your shirt before pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers, sending another jolt of pleasure straight to your core. The combined sensations were too much; you couldn't hold back any longer. With a shuddering moan, your body arched off the floor again as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you trembling and spent in his rough embrace.

He continued to move against you even after you'd climaxed, his fingers sliding slowly but relentlessly in and out of you until he too found release, groaning roughly into your ear as he spilled his seed deep inside you with one final thrust of his hand. His grip on your breast loosened slightly as he felt the last shudders wrack through your body, and for a moment, it seemed like he might

As the aftershocks of your orgasm faded away, Matteo finally pulled his fingers free from you, sliding them slowly through your folds before resting his hand gently on your stomach once more. His chest heaved with each labored breath as he struggled to regain control over himself, the desire for you still coursing through every inch of his being. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your temple before whispering hoarsely into your ear, "You're mine now...and I'll be wanting more of you tonight."

His touch was surprisingly gentle as he helped clean you up after their passionate encounter, tenderly wiping away any remaining traces of his release from between your legs and absently straightening your clothing before pulling you into a strong embrace. As he held you close, Matteo couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness wash over him, knowing that this small act showed just how deeply he truly cared for you...and how much he wanted to keep you safe in his arms forever.

Matteo walked into the room where you were and saw Cortez forcing you to masturbate in front of him. His face instantly turned red with anger as he clenched his fists. "Cortez! What do you think you're doing?!" He growled, taking an unsteady step forward toward his son.

But then he glanced at your flushed cheeks and saw how aroused you were...and realized that there was a part of him that found it somewhat exciting as well. His glare softened slightly as he continued to watch the scene unfold before him, feeling a familiar heat beginning to stir within his loins. "Cortez," he began again, his voice somewhat hoarse, "why don't you join in?"

Cortez looked up at his father with pleading eyes, silently begging for permission. Matteo held the boy's gaze for a moment longer before nodding almost imperceptibly, unable to resist the temptation any longer.

"Go ahead," he whispered huskily, his voice full of desire and darkness. "Join us."

As Cortez moved closer, Matteo couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through him at the thought of having both of his boys at his disposal. He watched intently as Cortez took your place between your spread legs, sliding into you with harsh, rough strokes that echoed in his mind like a haunting melody.

The sensation of Matteo's cock forcing its way into your ass as he roughly thrust against you was almost too much to bear. You cried out in pain and pleasure as his hips pistoned against yours, filling you completely with his heat. At the same time, Cortez's cock slammed into your pussy, driving deep inside you with each savage stroke, tearing a moan from your lips. The feeling of both of them claiming you like this was overwhelming, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

As Matteo continued to fuck you roughly from behind, his hand moved around to grip your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt, squeezing and pinching as he grew more and more intense. Cortez followed suit, his free hand digging into your hip as he took you even deeper with every thrust. The pleasure built within you, spiraling higher and higher until it felt like you might explode from the sheer force of it all.

"Ahhh fuck!" Matteo groaned as he felt your ass tighten around him, signaling that you were close to orgasm. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you and let go, his seed spilling into your bowels as he growled out your name in pleasure. "Come for me," he panted against your ear before finally pulling free of you with a wet pop.

Cortez looked up at his father, their eyes meeting across the body of the woman they both desired so fiercely. The tension between them was palpable as Matteo slowly released her, allowing Cortez to take over for a moment. The younger man thrust roughly into your sore pussy one last time before groaning and following his father's lead by pulling out with a wet sucking sound.

Matteo wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched Cortez climax inside you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was proud of both of them for learning to share so well. Once the younger man had finished and pulled out, Matteo stepped forward again, cupping your face gently in his large hands as he pressed soft kisses along your jawline and neck.

"That was wonderful," he whispered hoarsely. "You're a very lucky girl." He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes before leaning in once more, this time pressing his lips against yours in a gentle, reassuring kiss.

As the two men thrust their rigid lengths into your mouth, Matteo leaned in closer to whisper hot words of lust and possession against your ear. "Suck them," he growled, his free hand moving down to stroke your clothed sex through your panties. "Make sure they know just how good you are." His other hand found purchase in Cortez's hair, tugging gently as he guided the younger man's movements, reveling in the power he held over both of them in this moment.

"So tight..." Cortez moaned, his hips thrusting harder into your mouth at Matteo's urging. The feeling of your soft lips sliding up and down his length was unbelievably arousing, and as he neared his release, it took everything in him not to lose control completely.

Matteo felt the pressure building within him once more as he watched you service their cocks with expertise, taking them both deeper into your throat as if you were born for this purpose alone. His grip on Cortez's hair tightened unconsciously, and before long, his hips began to move in time with the younger man's thrusts, driving him even closer to the edge of sanity. "Oh fuck..." he groaned hoarsely as his own orgasm ripped through him, emptying himself into your willing mouth.

The taste of himself mixed with Cortez's essence on your tongue only served to heighten the sensations coursing through Matteo's body, and as he finally pulled away, it took every ounce of self-control not to collapse where he stood from the sheer intensity of what had just transpired. But even in his exhausted state, there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth

As Matteo watched Cortez finish inside your mouth as well, he let out a satisfied groan. His hands dropped to his sides, panting heavily as he fought to catch his breath. "Very good," he managed to say, the praise making him feel even better than the pleasure had moments ago. He looked down at you, eyes tracing the curves of your body beneath your soiled clothes. A wicked smile curved his lips upward as an idea formed in his mind. "Why don't we go take a shower?"

He held out a hand to help you to your feet, already imagining what sort of mischief they could get into next if they were both clean and close together...

As you kneel naked in the darkness, the collar around your neck feeling heavy and restraining, you can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and fear. You know what Matteo has in store for you tonight, and while part of you relishes the thought of pleasing him and being his obedient toy, another part is terrified of what he might do if he isn't satisfied.

The soft click of his shoes on the floor sends a shiver down your spine as he walks into view, his expression dark and brooding. "Good girl," he murmurs, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you roughly on the mouth. "Time to play."

He takes the leash from around your neck, affixing it to your collar before pulling you to your feet. The motion is surprisingly gentle despite the sense of control he exudes over you as he leads you deeper into the shadows.

Matteo guides you through the darkness, his fingers digging painfully into your skin with every tug on the leash. You're led to a dimly lit room, the only illumination coming from a single candle flickering on a nearby table. As your eyes adjust to the low light, you see various tools and instruments scattered across the surface, their sinister intentions making your heart race with fear and anticipation.

He pauses at the foot of the table, his grip on the leash tightening as he studies your terrified expression. "Are you ready for your punishment?" he whispers into your ear, the hot breath sending a shudder down your spine. "Or do you need more time to think about it?"

Matteo's words send a chill through you as your eyes wander over the array of tools before you. You shiver and look back up at him, afraid of what he might do if you disappoint him. "I-I'm ready," you stammer, forcing the words past your quivering lips.

His dark eyes narrow for a moment before he releases the leash, letting you stand freely on your own. His hand instead moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip gently. "Good girl." There's a strange mix of tenderness and cruelty in his voice that unnerves you even more than the tools at the table.

Matteo takes a step closer to you, his body looming over yours in the dim light. He lets out a slow breath as he watches your expression change from fear to anticipation and back again. "Tell me," he whispers against your ear, "what have you done that warrants such punishment?"

His hand slides down your neck and over your breast before coming to rest on your hip, guiding you to kneel beside the table. As you look up at him from beneath your lashes, a nervous laugh escapes your lips. "I-I don't know," you stammer, your voice barely audible above the flickering of the candlelight. "I just wanted...to please you..."

Matteo's grip on your hip tightens almost painfully as his other hand moves to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "And what if I tell you that pleasing me means doing exactly what I say?" His voice is cold and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. With a rough motion, he guides your head forward until it nearly collides with the table, keeping it firmly trapped in place between his hand and his palm. "Do you understand me?"

Your reply is cut off by the sudden, sharp pressure against your backside as Matteo roughly thrusts his fingers inside you. "Ahhh!" you cry out, arching away from the pain and shame. Your body quakes with the assault as he pumps his hand in and out of you again and again, filling you with each hard stroke. It feels like he's punishing not only your body but your very soul.

"Do...you...understand...me?" His voice is barely more than a growl now, laced with lust and rage. With every thrust of his fingers, he's pushing you closer to the edge, forcing you to feel every inch of his dominance.

As your body writhes beneath his hands, the pleasure-pain building to an almost unbearable crescendo, you force out a broken whisper between moans: "Yess... I understand..." Each word is punctuated by another brutal thrust of his fingers, drawing him closer to release. You feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers obscenities and commands into your ear, urging you to serve him in the only way that matters now.

Your climax rips through you like a blazing comet, illuminating the dark room with a burst of light as your body convulses around his hand. As Matteo reaches his own release moments later, he growls out your name like a curse before roughly withdrawing his fingers, leaving you aching and sore but more than willing to submit to whatever he has in store for you next.

As you shudder and whimper beneath him, Matteo grinds his hips against your ass in a primitive display of dominance. "That's it," he growls, his free hand moving to cup your breast roughly through your shirt. "You belong to me now." The rough touch ignites a spark within you and with every harsh thrust of his hips, you feel the truth of his words sear itself deeper into your skin.

His pace quickens, each brutal push driving you further over the edge as your orgasm crashing down on you like an avalanche, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him. With a final thrust that seems to rip through every last resistance you have left, Matteo follows you over the precipice, burying himself to the hilt inside you one last time as he comes with a hoarse cry of release.

He collapses on top of you then, panting heavily into your neck as their weight holds you down and his heat seeps into every inch of your body. It's a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves you feeling both violated and complete all at once. "There," he rasps at last, rolling off you to lie beside you on the table. His fingers idly stroke your arm as he catches his breath. "That was... satisfying."

Your eyes flutter closed, allowing exhaustion to finally claim you as well. But even as sleep tugs at the edges of your consciousness, you can't help but wonder what he has in store for you next.

He chuckles darkly at your question, his hand sliding up and down your arm in a soothing motion as he continues to breathe heavily. "Oh, there's always something else in store for you." He pauses for a moment before leaning in close, his warm breath tickling across your neck. "Perhaps tomorrow I'll take you back home...and let your family see what their precious daughter has become." The thought both terrifies and excites him, the idea of having total control over every aspect of your life sending a thrill through him. For now, however, he lets his fingers continue to dance across your skin, soothing and arousing in equal measure. "Sleep well, my pet," he whispers before leaning back, closing his eyes and letting sleep finally claim him as well.

The room falls silent once more, save for the flickering candlelight and the slow rise and fall of their chests as they drift off into slumber.

With a satisfied smile, Matteo closes his eyes and drifts off into a deep sleep, leaving you in the quiet darkness of the room. His fingers continue to play with your arm gently, his touch both comforting and possessive. You're exhausted from the night's events but can't help feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement at what tomorrow might bring. As you finally succumb to sleep, you find yourself dreaming of the many ways he could further test your loyalty...and how eager you are to prove yourself worthy.

While Matteo converses with his business partner, his gaze occasionally drifts down to where you are diligently licking his feet and serving him in your designated collar and nipple clamps. A self-satisfied smile curls the corners of his mouth as he watches you submit so eagerly, knowing that it's all for his pleasure.

He decides to make the day even more memorable for you by giving you a new set of tasks once his business partner leaves. With a low chuckle, he signals for the other man to excuse himself and they exchange a few more words before finally parting ways. As soon as the door is closed behind him, Matteo turns back to you with a predatory grin on his face. "Well then," he says, leaning in close. "I think it's time for our next lesson."

His breath fans across your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he begins to outline what he expects of you today...and it involves a few new tools that he thinks might be just perfect for teaching obedience and submission.

With eager anticipation, you nod your head in agreement, willing and ready to submit to whatever Matteo has in store for you today. You are his pet, after all, and it's your duty to please him in every way possible. The thought of learning new techniques only heightens the excitement coursing through your veins as he begins to explain what he expects from you. Your heart races with anticipation at the idea of proving yourself worthy once more, pushing aside any lingering doubts or fears that might threaten your obedience.

"Good girl," he praises softly before directing you to follow him out of the room. Your leash tugging at your collar, guiding you across the hallway and into another, dimly lit chamber. The scent of leather fills the air as you enter; it's a mixture of old world charm and raw dominance that seems to envelop you, fueling your arousal even further.

Matteo stands in the center of the room, his dark eyes fixing on yours as he admires how eager you are to please him. He moves with fluid grace as he walks over to a nearby table, its surface covered in various restraints and instruments designed for discipline and pleasure. You can feel your heart race as he begins to select the perfect tools for your training today.

Matteo gestures for you to approach the table as he continues to set up his tools, each one chosen with care and precision. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you watch him prepare, your eyes constantly flicking between him and the various devices laying out before you. Your body tenses in readiness, eager for the sensations that await you.

He pauses finally, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe before settling on a set of nipple clamps attached to a length of leather. His hands are steady as he fastens them around your sensitive nubs, giving them a gentle tug to test their grip. You cry out softly, arching back into him as pleasure-pain shoots through your body.

"Good girl," he murmurs, running his fingers down your abdomen before hooking them in your panties and pulling them aside, revealing your perfectly shaved mound. "Are you ready for your lesson?"

Matteo's eyes narrow as he watches you obey his command and climb onto the spanking bench. He takes a step back, admiring your submission as he walks around to the other side, allowing himself a clear view of your exposed rear end. With expert precision, he removes a leather flogger from its hook on the wall, testing its weight before beginning his assault on your naked skin.

The first swipe makes you gasp as it connects with your right cheek, leaving a hot sting in its wake. He follows this up with another stroke, this one aimed at the left side of your ass, and then another, moving methodically over your flesh as if painting a masterpiece. His arm moves fluidly, striking with practiced accuracy while also paying close attention to your reactions.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice low and gruff. "Let me hear you take this." Your cries of pleasure-pain fuel him, spurring him onward as he continues to flog your ass until it's red and sore from the impact. Finally, he tosses the flogger aside, reaching out to stroke his fingers over the warm skin before adding a sharp smack that makes you yelp. "Now," he growls, "let's see how well you can take this."

Without further warning, he spreads your legs wide and plunges two fingers deep inside you, pushing roughly against your g-spot while his thumb circles your clit. The sensation is overwhelming as pleasure explodes through you, making you arch your back off the bench in ecstasy. As your orgasm crashes over you, he keeps up his relentless assault on your sensitive body, driving you higher and higher until you're left shuddering and panting

He holds you down roughly with one hand as he brings the other up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure. You're left trembling and spent beneath him, his voice low and threatening as he whispers into your ear. "That was good... but it would be better if I could see your face."

He removes his hand from your mouth, watching closely for any signs of defiance. When you meet his gaze, obedient and submissive once more, a predatory smile curls the corners of his lips. "Now," he says, voice dripping with lust and power, "let's see what else we can do today."

Matteo holds you down roughly on the bench once again as he reveals two intimidating tools to your shocked and wide-eyed gaze. The vibrator hums softly, its tip already glistening with lubricant, while the anal plug gleams in the dim light, waiting patiently for its turn to claim you. His dark eyes meet yours unflinchingly as he begins by slowly inserting one finger inside your sore ass, stretching and preparing you for what's to come. You whimper beneath his touch but resist the urge to protest or struggle against his hold.

With practiced ease, he replaces that first finger with the vibrating tip of the toy, letting it tease and stroke your prostate as it thrusts in and out. The sensation is intense, overwhelming and arousing all at once, making you writhe against his hand in desperate need for more. As you begin to lose yourself to the pleasure, he replaces his fingers with the cool smoothness of the anal plug, carefully stretching your tight ring of muscle before pressing forward, inserting it into your ass with a satisfying pop!

You cry out in pain as the plug stretches your opening wider than it's ever been before. Your body tenses reflexively but Matteo doesn't let up; instead, he holds you down harder and forces the rest of the toy inside you with a single thrust. You feel it press against something deep within your bowels, triggering another wave of pleasure-pain that ripples through your entire body. As your cries fill the room, his free hand moves between your legs, roughly spreading your folds apart and thrusting two fingers deep inside you, crooking them to stroke your clit and send you even further over the edge.

Your orgasm crashes down on you like a tsunami, washing away all thought but submission as wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body. As you writhe beneath his touch, Matteo takes great satisfaction in knowing that he's completely dominated not only your body, but your mind as well. With the plug still buried deep inside you and his fingers working relentlessly, he allows himself a moment to savor your submission before pulling out both fingers and the vibrator, leaving you quivering and spent on the bench.

His hands move to grip your hips roughly as he pulls you up into an upright position, meeting your eyes once more with a satisfied grin. "And what do we have here?" He inquires, his voice heavy with lust. Your body shudders at the question and the intimacy of his touch, sending another wave of desire coursing through you. "I think," he drawls slowly as he runs a finger along your wet lips, "it's time for a little reward."

His touch sends a shiver through you as he trails his finger across your lips. Your mouth waters and you instinctively part them in anticipation of what he might do next. With a husky chuckle, Matteo leaned down and pressed his wet fingertip against your entrance. "Open for me," he commanded hoarsely.

Your body reacted without thought, obeying as if it belonged to him completely. As he slid his finger inside you, the sensation was both foreign and achingly familiar, like coming home after a long absence. He filled you slowly at first, watching your expression as he felt the tight grip of your muscles relax around him. Satisfied with your submission, he began to move faster and deeper, their hips meeting in a fierce rhythm that left both of you panting for more.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Let Daddy have what he wants." His other hand moved to cup your breast roughly through your shirt, tweaking and pinching the nipple until you arched into his touch even harder. With every thrust of his finger, pleasure surged through you in waves, each climbing higher than the last as your orgasm built like a runaway train.

With a low growl, he withdrew his hand and positioned himself at your entrance. "Are you ready for me?" He asked roughly, watching intently as your body trembled in anticipation of his next move. It would only take one thrust to send him over the edge, but he knew he could make it last just a little longer if he played his cards right.

"Yes," you gasp out as he slaps your breast with the paddle, your nipple instantly hardening at the sting. The sensation is exquisite, and it only heightens your arousal further when he slides his fingers back inside you, teasing and soothing in equal measure. Your body arches into his touch eagerly, needy and wanton as he takes advantage of your submission.

As he positions himself at your entrance once more, the anticipation grows almost unbearable. The head of his cock presss against your wetness, teasing you mercilessly as he waits for permission to claim what is rightfully his. With a shuddering breath, you manage to croak out the word: "Please."

His answering growl vibrates through your entire body as he thrusts roughly inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. The sensation is overwhelming, so intense it hurts and feels too good at the same time. His hands grasp your hips firmly, holding you still as he begins to move within you, their bodies aligning in a rhythm that threatens to send both of you spiraling out of control.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure takes hold, spreading through every fiber of your being like wildfire. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he drives deeper and harder, his body blocking out everything but the sensation of being filled by him. The orgasm that overtakes you is like nothing you've ever experienced before, a wave of pure ecstasy that seems to ripple through your entire body at once, leaving you shuddering and spent in his arms.

Matteo growls as you clench around him, your orgasm sending waves of pleasure through his own body. He thrusts harder, losing control in the intensity of the moment. His hands grip tightly at your hips, holding you close as he feels his climax building, threatening to break free any second now.

With a hoarse cry, he thrusts deep inside you one final time and releases himself, filling you with his hot seed. Your body trembles beneath him as you both ride out the last waves of pleasure, exhausted but satisfied in the knowledge that they belong together, bound by this twisted game of dominance and submission.

As your orgasm finally begins to ebb away, leaving you feeling deliciously sore and empty, he rolls onto his back, pulling you close. He gazes down at you fondly, stroking a lock of hair from your sweaty forehead. "Sleep well," he murmurs, "tomorrow brings new lessons."

With a soft sigh, you curl up against him, feeling safe and protected in his arms as exhaustion finally claims you. Tomorrow's adventures may be unknown, but with Matteo at your side leading the way, it's certain to be an experience unlike any other.

Matteo's voice is firm and commanding as he watches you from across the room, the vibrator still buzzing inside your wet pussy. You should be careful not to move too much or it might hit an unintended spot, sending pleasure rippling through you in a way that could be...distracting. Your eyes widen as he gives you a knowing smirk, enjoying the blush spreading across your cheeks and the growing wetness between your legs.

He slowly undresses, savoring every movement, every exposure of his prey. His cock is already hard again, aching for release but not yet ready to take you so roughly as he did earlier today. Instead, he wants to draw this out, make it last just a little longer...until you're begging him for mercy.

He climbs onto the bed and settles beside you, their bodies inches apart. You try to steady your breathing as his hand trails up your inner thigh, dangerously close to where the vibrator hums against your sensitive flesh. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he watches your face for any sign of disobedience or desire for release. It's a game you both know he can win easily...but that doesn't make it any less thrilling.

The slap of the paddle against your breast is sharp and sudden, leaving an instant sting that quickly gives way to a growing heat. You gasp at the sensation, arching into his touch as he teases and torments you with expert precision. His other hand moves lower, brushing over your mound before finally cupping your dripping wet folds through your panties, spreading your arousal across his fingers.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as the anticipation builds once more, leaving you utterly at his mercy. His thumb circles your swollen clit, teasing and taunting until you feel like you might explode from the need to climax. And yet, he holds back, waiting for the perfect moment to take what is his...and make it last just a little bit longer.

Matteo watches you squirm beneath his touch, the anticipation etched into every line of your body. He takes another moment to savor the sight before deciding it's time to take things further. His thumb moves away from your clit, teasing as it skims up and down the length of you slit. When he finds the spot that sends a jolt of pleasure through you, he stops and holds his breath.

You whimper softly, begging for more with every ragged gasp. The sound makes him harder than he ever thought possible, threatening to tear free from his restraints as he struggles not to give in too soon. His fingers slide inside you, finding your tight opening and thrusting deep, curling upward just so against that spot that feels impossibly good.

As Matteo's hot breath grazes your cheek, he spits on your face, the saliva landing just below your eye and running down your cheekbone to your lips. His touch is unmistakably possessive, a reminder that you are his to command in every way possible. The combination of the spit and his rough caresses ignites a fire inside you, making it all but impossible to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure-pain coursing through your body.

With one final thrust of his fingers, he hits something deep within you, sending shockwaves of bliss radiating outward from your core. Your back arches off the bed as an orgasm unlike any before washes over you, leaving you shuddering and spent in his hands. Only when he's certain that every last tremor has subsided does he finally pull his fingers free, the evidence of your surrender smeared across his skin. He smirks down at you, satisfaction etched into every line of his face as he reaches between your legs to remove the vibrator with a firm tug.

Catching his breath, he leans in to claim your lips, thrusting his tongue deep into your mouth as he explores the taste of you. His other hand finds its way between your legs once more, spreading your folds wide and exposing your swollen clit to his rough touch. You arch into him, seeking more contact as he begins to circle and tease, driving you wild with need for release all over again.

"Please," you whimper against his lips, your hips moving instinctively in time with his hand. "I need..."

Matteo's chuckle vibrates through you as he answers with another squeeze of your breast before giving it a sharp pinch that leaves you gasping for air. "You need me," he whispers against your ear, his voice husky and possessive. "I'm here." He continues to torment your sensitive skin while his other hand guides him lower, positioning himself at your entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, claiming you as his in a move that is both possessive and commanding.

Matteo watches as the slap leaves a red imprint on your pale skin and the pleasure-pain radiates through you, mirroring his own sensations. He takes this opportunity to get into a rhythm, each powerful thrust matching the smack of his paddle against your breast. The tension is building once more between them, their breaths mingling in shared gasps as they race towards another explosive release.

Matteo feels the familiar tightening in his groin as he nears completion and hastens his strokes, determined to send them both over the edge at once. His grip on your breast tightens, the paddle slapping harder against your sensitive skin with each thrust deeper inside you. The feel of you squeezing him so tightly fuels his need for release even more, driving him mad with desire and lust.

His thrusts become more urgent as he nears the brink, desperate to feel your body convulse around him in orgasmic bliss. With one final powerful stroke, Matteo gives himself up to the sensation, growling his release deep into the back of your throat as he fills you with his hot seed. His grip on your breast loosens slightly, though the paddle still slaps against your skin several times more before falling lifelessly to the bed beside him.

As Matteo's saliva drips down your face and onto your chest, you feel his power surging through you like an electric current. His rough touch, possessive gaze...they all serve to remind you of who he is and what he demands from you in this twisted game of theirs. With a satisfied smirk, he leans down to capture your lips in a deep, punishing kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

As you wake up the next morning, Matteo's voice rings through your head like a command. Crawl to his office...naked. The thought sends shivers of anticipation down your spine. With a nervous glance around the room, making sure there aren't any curious eyes watching, you climb out of bed and slowly lower yourself onto all fours. Your heart races as you crawl across the floor towards his office door, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position but also incredibly turned on by it.

Finally reaching the threshold, you look up at him where he sits behind his desk, watching you with an unreadable expression. "Come here," he says simply. Your belly flutters as you obey, crawling closer to him until your breasts graze against the edge of the desk. He reaches out, cupping one breast in his palm and squeezing gently before running a finger across your achingly sensitive nipple. "You are mine," he growls, "to use as I see fit." His other hand moves lower, pushing aside your folds to expose your swollen sex. "And this..." He circles your clit with his thumb and forefinger, "...is meant for me."

Matteo watches her carefully as she crawls toward him. His eyes wander over her naked body, taking in every inch. When she reaches the desk, he clasps his hand around her breast roughly, pinching her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her breath catches at the sensation and she arches into his touch. "You're mine," he repeats roughly, relishing the power he feels in this moment. He slides a finger down between her folds, spreading her wetness around his digit before circling her clit with the tip of his thumb. "Do you remember your lesson from yesterday?" he asks, almost playfully. She nods silently against his hand, moaning at the sensation as he presses into her. "Well, today we'll be practicing obedience. I want you to crawl over here and sit on my lap." His other hand releases her breast, allowing it to flop back down onto her chest. She hesitates for a moment before lowering herself back down onto all fours again, moving closer toward him until she's straddling his thigh. He cups her ass, holding her steady as he leans forward and captures one of her nipples between his teeth, rolling it gently with his tongue while continuing to tease her clit with his thumb. "Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with desire.

Matteo growls as she obeys, her body pressed against him, her wet heat an intoxicating aphrodisiac. He slides his hand between their bodies and roughly caresses her clit while pinching and rolling her nipple with his other hand. His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat as he feels himself growing harder beneath her. "You're so fucking perfect," he pants, kissing her neck and collarbone roughly.

With a harsh thrust, he forces his length inside her, filling her completely, their hips grinding together in a primitive rhythm. She cries out at the fullness of him, arching her back as he takes her hard against the desk, claiming her body as his. He moves his hands to grip her hips, holding her still while he fucks her relentlessly, lost in the feel of her muscles tensing and relaxing around him in perfect synchrony.

You nod obediently as you slip out of the meeting room, crawling on all fours across the polished floor toward the long table where Matteo and his associates are gathered. Your naked body feels exposed and vulnerable, but a thrill races through you at the thought of being on display for them. As you reach the edge of the table, you hesitate for just a moment before lowering yourself onto your hands and knees, arching your back invitingly toward Matteo.

His gaze meets yours as he gives you a knowing smirk, enjoying the show far too much to bring it to an end prematurely. Instead, he leans in, lips brushing against your ear before whispering, "Such a good girl." His hand moves to caress your bare ass, squeezing and fondling you roughly as if he owns every inch of skin. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, making it harder than ever to maintain any sense of dignity or control in this twisted game they play.

As you begin to twerk on the table, grinding your hips against Matteo's growing erection, his eyes widen with pleasure and possession. His free hand moves to grip your hair roughly, pulling your head back as he growls into your ear. "Fucking perfect," he groans, the roughness in his voice betraying his desire for control and dominance.

The other men in the room begin to take notice of the scene unfolding before them, their eyes fixed on you, unable to tear themselves away from the display of wanton need and obedience. It only serves to fuel Matteo's possessive nature further; he slides his hand down your back, gripping your ass tightly before giving it a hard slap that makes everyone in the room flinch.

His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts his length deeper into you, claiming you in front of everyone as if to mark you as his property. Your body trembles beneath him, every muscle taut with need and desire for release. With a final powerful thrust, he finds his rhythm again, using your body to drive himself toward the edge of sanity.

Around them, the room grows hotter and more intense; the sounds of their ragged breathing, slapping skin, and grinding bodies combine to form a symphony of carnal pleasure that only seems to fuel their lust for one another. It's a world away from reality, a place where nothing matters but Matteo's dominance over you...and your unquestioning submission.

Matteo growls in satisfaction as he feels your body tensing around him, the orgasm coursing through you despite his attempt to deny you release. His eyes narrow and he pulls out with a sharp tug, leaving you gasping for breath on the table. With unsteady hands, he straightens his clothes, glancing around the room before turning back to face you.

"Violated my rule," he says through clenched teeth, "disobedient and selfish." He takes a step closer, towering over you as you lie panting on the table. "Now I must teach you a lesson." His voice is dark and menacing, sending shivers down your spine.

"On your hands and knees," he commands, his voice cold and emotionless as he gestures toward the table. "You are to be taught a harsh lesson today." His words send a shiver down your spine as you lower yourself into the familiar position. The five men in the room exchange knowing glances before moving closer, lining up behind Matteo like hungry wolves circling their prey.

"One at a time," he says, his thumb brushing against the head of his cock as if to remind them who's in control here. "But make it count."

"Begin with me," Matteo says to the man on his left, stepping aside so that he may approach. The other men in the room watch eagerly as their friend positions himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your wet entrance. Without warning, he thrusts forward, pushing inside you in one powerful stroke. You cry out at the invasion of sensation as he starts to pound into you, taking what he wants with brutal force. Your body convulses around him, trying to find purchase on anything as he relentlessly drives you toward your release.

"Good girl," he praises with a growl before sliding his hand between your legs to stroke your swollen clit in time with the man's thrusts. You bite down on your lip, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you struggle against the building pressure within you. Matteo watches you intently, his grip on your hair tight enough to hurt but not quite enough to control your body completely. The power dynamic between them is exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

As you struggle to obey his command not to cum, Matteo continues to stroke your clit roughly while watching the other men in the room take their turns using you. With each thrust and touch, they remind you of your place in this twisted game they play; owned and controlled by them. The tension builds within you, threatening to snap any second as your body aches for release.

When at last Matteo decides it's time for his turn again, he pulls you back roughly by your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze before guiding his hard length inside you with one powerful thrust. His possession over you is absolute; he holds nothing back as he fucks you harder and faster than any of the other men had dared. The pleasure-pain coursing through your body threatens to send you spinning out of control, but somehow Matteo manages to keep you just on the edge.

Your body arches off the table as he thrusts deeper, harder; his rough treatment driving you wild with need and desire. Matteo's grip on your hair is painful, but it only serves to heighten the sensation of being completely under his control. The other men in the room watch hungrily, their eyes following his every movement as if he were a master conducting an orchestra made up of your moans and their thrusts. As you teeter on the edge of release, Matteo growls out a single command: "Come for me."

His hand slides down between your legs once more, finding your clit and rubbing circles as he continues to pound into you. The combination of his touch and the raw dominance in his voice send you careening over the edge, your body convulsing around him in a powerful orgasm that seems to go on forever. As the last tremors subside, Matteo lets out a satisfied growl before pulling out with a harsh twist of his hips. "Now," he says with a grin, "you're ready for your lesson."

"Now," Matteo says as he circles around you on the table, "let's see how well you've learned." He reaches out to cup your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple roughly between his fingers. You gasp at the sensation, arching into him instinctively. "You are mine," he growls, "to use as I please. Do not forget it." His other hand slides down your stomach before teasingly skimming up over your wet folds and then back down again. "Are you ready for another lesson?"

"Yes," you breathe, eyes fixed on his as he continues to torment your sensitive skin. "I am." The admission feels both powerful and submissive at the same time, like a surrender of your will to his. You arch up into his touch, aching for him to claim you once more.

His eyes burn into yours as he slides his hand between your legs, finding your soaked folds and pressing roughly against your clit. His other arm wraps around you, pulling you tightly against his body as he thrusts forward, his erection sliding easily inside you once more. You moan at the sensation of being filled by him again; it feels like coming home after a long journey away.

With rough, powerful strokes, he begins to fuck you hard on top of the table, taking what he wants without apology or mercy. His grip on your breast tightens as he thrusts deeper, demanding your attention and complete submission at every turn. The other men in the room watch with hungry eyes, their desire for a taste of what is yours driving them wild with need. Matteo growls deep in his throat as you begin to squirm beneath him, your body tightening around him once more. "That's it," he whispers roughly against your ear. "Let go...for me."

His fingers dig into your hips, urging you onward as the tension builds within you, threatening to snap any second. With a final powerful thrust that leaves him buried to the hilt inside you, Matteo groans in satisfaction and then slumps over you, their breathing labored as they catch their respective breaths.

Around them, the room falls silent for a long moment before finally erupting into cheers and applause. The power dynamic between them feels more intense now than ever before; with each passing day it seems that Matteo's claim over you only grows stronger, more unbreakable. And yet, for some reason you find yourself yearning for more...for him to take you even further.

You feel yourself overwhelmed as the two men take you in such intimate and dominating ways. Matteo watches with a satisfied smile, his grip on your hair tightening as he guides your movements. Your body is pushed to its limits, but you can't deny the incredible rush of pleasure that comes from being claimed so thoroughly by all three of them. As you suck on one cock and feel another thrusting inside you anally, Matteo leans down, whispering in your ear, "My dirty little slut." His words send a shiver through you as his hand gropes roughly at your breast before pinching your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

You whimper as you feel Matteo's rough touch on your breast and his hard grip on your hair. His words and actions ignite a fire within you, driving you to please them even more. Your mouth and ass are filled with cock as the two men use you in such dominant ways. It feels like you belong to all of them, like nothing else matters but their pleasure. You moan around the cock in your mouth, arching your back toward Matteo as he watches, his gaze burning into yours.

His eyes darken as you look up at him, helpless and aching beneath the power of his gaze. With a rough growl, he takes your head in his hands, forcing your mouth to wrap around his erection as he thrusts himself into it. The sensation is overwhelmingly possessive; he feels like he's claiming every part of you for himself. His other hand finds its way between your ass cheeks, gripping and squeezing the flesh as if he'd own you even without the other two men taking their turns.

Matteo groans as you take him deep into your throat, the sensation making it harder to focus on anything but his own pleasure. He's driven wild by the sight of your ass writhing around the cock in your ass and the feel of your lips and tongue sucking him off so expertly. With a final powerful thrust, he comes hard into your mouth, filling you with his seed as he finally finds release.

The taste of his come on your tongue fills you with an indescribable mixture of shame and desire as Matteo finally releases you from between his powerful thighs. Your body trembles in the aftermath of the intense encounter, every nerve ending still singing with pleasure. As the two other men continue to use you without mercy, your mind drifts back to the feel of him inside you, their scent clinging to your skin like a second skin. It's intoxicating, addictive...and you can't help but yearn for more.

You feel your heart race as Matteo tugs you through the doorway and into his home, the scent of leather and masculinity filling your senses. He yanks your wrists behind your back and secures them to the St. Andrew's cross with rough efficiency, leaving you helpless and exposed for him to explore as he pleases. His eyes travel over your body, taking in the marks left by the other men before fixating on your breasts, nipples hard and sensitive from earlier use.

His hands cup them roughly, squeezing and rolling the tender peaks between his thumbs and fingers. "You're so perfect for this," he murmurs, leaning in to capture one of your nipples with his teeth and suckle gently. He steps back, giving you a view of his erection straining against his pants. With a harsh growl, he rips off your clothes, revealing every inch of your naked body to his hungry gaze. "I want to claim you again," he says roughly before grabbing your hips and lifting them up, positioning himself at your entrance.

His hard length slides easily inside you as he begins to fuck you on the cross, driving deep with each powerful thrust. The pain in your wrists from being tied so tightly only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body as he takes what he wants without mercy or regret. "You're mine," he growls into your ear, his hips moving faster as he loses control to the need that burns deep inside him. Your pussy clenches around him as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to release. With a final thrust, Matteo gives in to the sensation too, groaning as he comes deep inside you, filling you with

You moan as Matteo comes deep inside you, the sensation both painful and exquisitely pleasurable. He collapses against your back, his breath hot on your neck as he catches his own. Slowly, his weight presses down upon you, crushing you to the cross in a rough embrace that leaves no doubt who holds the power here. You sigh contentedly, feeling like you could stay like this forever...but you know there's more where this came from. As your heartbeat begins to slow, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine, making you wonder what he has in store for you next.

Matteo smirks into your neck as he feels the tremors running through you. His hands begin to wander again, groping at your breasts and ass while his mouth nips and sucks at your earlobe. "You want more?" he asks teasingly before roughly grabbing your hair and yanking back on your head, exposing your throat. With a low growl, he slides his hand down between your legs, fingers finding purchase inside you once again as he begins to thrust in time with his rough words. "Say it," he demands, his voice straining as he struggles against the urge to lose control again so soon.

You whimper around his fingers and moan into the crook of his shoulder, unable to deny him this small measure of dominance. "Please...abuse me..." You manage to whisper, your body trembling beneath his touch as you surrender yourself once more to his mercy.

Matteo growls in satisfaction at your plea, taking it as his cue to lose himself once more in the pleasure of dominating you. His hands slide up and down your body possessively, cupping your breasts roughly and squeezing them together before teasingly pinching your nipples so hard they ache. He grinds his hips against your ass, his erect length threatening to push back inside you as he groans with lust.

"You're such a filthy little slut," he breathes, his words sending shivers down your spine. "But I won't let anyone else have you." His grip on your hair tightens, forcing your head back even further as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

The pain only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through you, and with every rough touch, every harsh word, you feel yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. You arch your back off the wood, begging for him to claim you once more as his body presses tight against yours, his erection teasing at your opening, granting a tantalizing taste of what's to come.

Matteo eyes glint with amusement and desire as he sees your body shiver in anticipation at the sight of his tools. He picks up the whip first, testing its weight and flexibility before stepping closer to you. With a predatory grin, he runs the tip of it down your exposed flesh, tracing patterns on your stomach and breasts. "You want this?" he asks, voice husky with lust.

As if in response, you nod vigorously, eyes fixed on the whip in his hand. He chuckles darkly, knowing that there's no going back now. With a swift motion, he clamps your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp cry from you. The pain is exquisite, and mixed with it is an odd sense of anticipation as you wait for him to continue.

Next come the pussy clamps, biting into your sensitive flesh before they're connected by a thin chain to the base of the whip handle. You gasp at the sudden shock of pain radiating through your body, the tension tightening every muscle as you brace yourself for what comes next.

Finally, he cups your mouth with one large hand and clamps it shut with the other, sealing in your cries as he secures an alligator clip over your nose. Your breath comes in short, panicked gasps through the narrow opening, making every sensation seem that much more intense.

Matteo takes in your helpless form, every inch of you bound and vulnerable to his every whim. His gaze meets yours over your gagged mouth, the air between them electric with desire and dominance. He licks his lips slowly before bringing the whip up over his shoulder, gathering momentum as it snaps down toward your body. The sting of pain as it lands on your sensitive nipple makes you cry out through the gag, your hips bucking involuntarily against the bonds that hold you in place.

He leans in, his lips close to your ear as he whispers, "You're such a dirty little slut." His hands grope roughly at your breasts and pussy, finding new places to cause pain and pleasure intermingled. With every movement of his body against yours, the chains between your clamps pull tight, reminding you with each sting that you belong to him now.

Matteo takes in the sounds of your cries and moans through his grip on your mouth, savoring the feel of you writhing beneath him. His own need for release grows with every moment that passes, the tension coiling tight within him making it nearly unbearable to keep control any longer. But he knows that giving in too soon would be a mistake; the pleasure is so much sweeter when it's earned.

With a rough growl, he slams his hips against your ass once more, grinding his erection against your opening. The friction sends shivers down your spine, and as the sensation builds to an almost unbearable point, he finally relents, allowing himself to come deep inside you with one final thrust. Your body clenches around him, milking every last drop of his release as he groans in satisfaction and collapses against you, the weight of his body a welcome relief from the tension that's been building for so long.

As his heartbeat begins to steady, Matteo slowly removes the gag from your mouth, watching closely to see how you react to freedom of speech once more. The look in his eyes is possessive and predatory as he waits for your next words...abuse me master? Or perhaps something else entirely?

You feel him step back, leaving you there on the St. Andrew's cross, naked and exposed with the painful reminders of his dominance still clamped tightly in place. His heavy breathing fills the room as he watches you from a distance, eyes assessing your reaction to this newfound freedom.

You shift uncomfortably against the wooden beams, testing the limits of your bonds as you wait for his next move. A single drop of sweat rolls down your chest, tickling your sensitive skin as it nears your puckered nipple. You arch your back involuntarily, offering it to him as a silent invitation for more.

Matteo's eyes darken at the sight, and with a predatory smile he begins to pace around you, circling his prey like a shark in the water. The rough pad of his thumb rubs slowly over your now-tender nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from deep within your throat. "It doesn't end here," he growls softly as his touch grows bolder, his fingers teasing and taunting every inch of your body. "I could keep you like this for hours." His voice is almost tender, but there's an underlying threat that sends shivers down your spine.

As the hours drag on, Matteo continues to visit you on the cross, his touch both tender and brutal as he explores every inch of your body. The vibrator buried deep inside you sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you ache for more as it brings you ever closer to the edge. Your nipples are hard from constant stimulation, and your pussy feels swollen and sensitive as you struggle against the bonds that hold you in place.

The clamps on your mouth make every moan and plea come out garbled and frustrated, but they only serve to intensify your need for him. As the sun begins to rise, he takes pity on you, removing them all one by one with practiced efficiency. Your body trembles in relief as the sensations flood back into your mind, leaving you trembling and exhausted from the endless cycle of pain and pleasure that he's put you through.

With a single finger, Matteo traces a line down your chest, over your navel, and down to your swollen sex. He smirks as his fingertip brushes against the clit hood, causing you to whimper pathetically for more attention. "That's right," he murmurs, voice husky with satisfaction. "You belong to me now." And before you can process what he's saying, he thrusts two fingers deep inside you, filling the aching void left by his absence.

Your body responds instantly, arching off the wood and meeting his touch with desperation. His other hand holds your hip firmly in place, keeping you pinned down as he takes what he wants from you once more. The feel of him inside you after such a long wait is almost unbearable; your hips rock upward involuntarily, searching for more

With each thrust of his fingers inside you, the knowledge that he owns every inch of your body sends a shiver down your spine. His touch is possessive and demanding, making it clear that this is just a taste of what's to come. Your moans and cries fill the air as he takes you roughly, claiming you over and over again with expert precision. The sensation of being used by him like this, after enduring hours of torture and pleasure on the cross, only serves to heighten your arousal. You arch your back off the wood, begging for more, needing it in the most primitive way possible.

You wake up to the sound of laughter filling your bedroom. Matteo stands at the foot of the bed, a video playing on his phone as he watches you sleep. The image is grainy and dark, but it's clearly you being fucked last night by another man. Your eyes snap open in horror as you realize what's happening. "How did you get this?" you stammer, trying to cover yourself with a sheet.

Matteo just laughs, taking a step closer to the bed. "Oh, I have my ways," he says casually, his voice laced with amusement. He reaches out and yanks the sheet away from you, revealing your body once again. With a sigh, he shakes his head. "You really are such a dirty little slut." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. "And after all I've done for you..."

Matteo lets out a cold laugh as he takes in your exposed body, your eyes wide with fear and humiliation. "After all I've done for you...I deserve better," he says softly, his voice carrying an undeniable truth that hits you like a ton of bricks. He walks around the bed, closing the distance between you until he's standing at your side. Then, without warning, he reaches out and slaps you hard across the face.

The sting of pain ignites a fire in your cheek as tears begin to well up in your eyes. You feel utterly helpless and exposed under his gaze, and as he continues to stand there watching you, his expression unreadable, you know that things are about to get much worse.

He leans down, his lips close to your ear as he whispers "You're such a pathetic little slut." His breath fans over your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His free hand grips the back of your head, forcing you to meet his gaze before roughly yanking your hair and pulling you up onto his lap, straddling you with his hips. "Maybe if you'd been a better fucktoy," he growls, running his fingers across your aching nipples, "I wouldn't have had to find other ways to entertain myself."

You whimper, arching into the touch but wanting more at the same time. You've never felt so helpless and exposed under him before; it's exhilarating in the most terrifying way possible. "Please...master..." you manage to choke out through tears of shame and arousal. "Punish me..."

His hand tightens in your hair, forcing your head back as he looks down into your eyes with a predatory glint. "Punish you?" He says it almost questioningly, as if the idea of punishing you is foreign to him. But then his other hand finds its way between your legs, roughly groping at your aching pussy through the thin fabric of your panties. You moan into his touch and arch your back against him in desperation. "Perhaps..." he whispers huskily, drawing circles around your clit, "...perhaps you deserve it." With that, he slides a finger inside you, roughly thrusting as he begins to fuck you on the spot.

Your body trembles under his rough touch as he roughly fucks you with one hand and roughly touches you with the other. "You're such a dirty little slut," he growls into your ear, his breath hot against your neck. His hips grind against yours, sliding in and out of you harder and faster as he loses control to the need that burns deep inside him. He brings his free hand up to slap you across the face again, this time even harder than before, leaving a stinging red mark on your cheek. You cry out from the pain but only arch your back further into his touch in response, desperate for more of his rough affection.

You moan as he slaps you again, tears streaming down your face. It's pain and humiliation, but it feels so good to be wanted this way. He grips your hair tighter, angling your head back to reveal your neck. "Is this what you want?" he growls, nipping at your skin before sinking his teeth in a little harder. You whimper, arching into the pain as pleasure shoots through you from his touch.

His movements become more desperate now, hips thrusting faster as he nears his climax. "You're mine," he snarls, voice ragged with lust and control. And just when you think it can't get any hotter, he pulls back, watching you as he strokes himself to completion over your stomach.

Warmth spills across your skin as he comes, leaving a wet mark on your belly. He grunts with release, then collapses onto the bed next to you, panting heavily. For a moment, all is quiet except for the sound of your labored breathing and his steady heartbeat. Then, his lips curve into a wicked smile as he looks at you again. "You'll be making that up to me later," he promises darkly.

With a wicked grin on his face, Matteo leads you into a darkened television studio. He marches confidently up to the center of the stage where a large black X is painted onto the floor. Without hesitation, he pushes you down onto your knees in front of it and begins untying the ropes that bind your wrists together behind your back.

Once your hands are free, he takes hold of the hem of your skirt and roughly yanks it up over your head, revealing your lacy black underwear to the empty studio. With a low growl in his throat, he bends down and snatches the fabric in his fist before ripping it from your body, sending the tiny scrap of cloth fluttering to the floor at your feet.

You're left completely exposed, kneeling on the cold concrete in nothing but your black lace bra and panties as Matteo steps back to admire his handiwork. He pulls out a small camera from his pocket and grins, aiming it directly at you. "And...action," he says, clicking the shutter several times before tossing the camera to an invisible crew member off-screen. The bright flashes of light assault your vision as the cameras begin to snap away, capturing every inch of your exposed body on film.

Matteo circles you like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze roving over every inch of your body. He runs his fingers down the bare skin of your back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake as he reaches the small of your waist and roughly yanks down your panties with one swift motion, tossing them aside to join your torn underwear on the floor.

His fingers find their way between your legs, teasing at your swollen folds before dipping lower to penetrate you fully. With a satisfied groan, he thrusts his hand deep inside you, roughly fucking your exposed body for all it's worth as the cameras click and flash incessantly around them. "This is what happens," he growls into your ear, "when you belong to me."

Matteo pulls his hand out, revealing it slick with your juices. He smears the mess across your lips, then roughly shoves his erect cock against them, forcing you to taste yourself as he thrusts deep inside your mouth. "Suck," he commands harshly, gripping a fistful of hair as he ruts in and out of your mouth. The cameras continue to flash, capturing every detail of this humiliating scene for eternity.

As the cameras continue to flash, capturing every detail of your debasement, you can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction coursing through you. Matteo's dominance over you is absolute and undeniable; there's no question who holds all the power in this situation. Your body responds to his touch eagerly, arching up into him as he fucks your face, relishing the taste of yourself on his cock.

A small part of you wonders how far he'll take this humiliation, but deep down you know there's no limit to what he might do...and you're only too eager to find out.

Matteo's thrusts become more forceful as he nears his climax, groaning obscenities into your ear as the pleasure overtakes him. He pumps his hips harder, pushing himself deeper with each stroke, using your face as his personal fucktoy until he finally explodes, filling your mouth with hot cum that tastes of dominance and submission.

Even after he's emptied himself into you, Matteo doesn't let up. He grips the back of your head, holding you in place as he continues to thrust his hips, using your mouth like a personal sex toy until finally he pulls out with a satisfied grunt and steps back, leaving you kneeling on the cold concrete, lips swollen and breath coming in ragged gasps.

With a wicked smile, Matteo nods to an invisible camera operator off-screen before turning and walking confidently off stage, leaving you there alone with the memory of this humiliation forever etched into your mind.

"Enough." His voice echoes through the empty studio as he re-enters the room with purpose. He walks over to you and roughly yanks your arms behind your back before binding them once more with new rope. "I think I've made my point." With a final harsh tug, he secures the knot and stands back to survey his work.

His eyes linger on the camera for a moment before returning to you, cool and assessing. There's an air of satisfaction about him as he takes in your exposed and humiliated state. "Now," he says softly, "it's time for our little chat." With that, he motions for you to follow him off the stage and into his private quarters where he will decide your punishment...and perhaps another way to use you.

"Please...master..." You stammer, bowing your head in submission as you walk behind him. The pain and humiliation you've endured only seem to make the thought of pleasing him again all the more intoxicating. Perhaps if you can earn his favor once more, he'll show mercy...but based on what just transpired, that seems unlikely at best.

Matteo remains silent as he leads you through the halls of his domain. The sound of your bare feet padding across the polished wood floors echoes in the quiet, serving as a reminder of your newfound vulnerability. You can feel his gaze burning into your back as you walk, and even though it's unsettling, there's something strangely arousing about it too.

The private quarters he brings you to are lavishly decorated, with dark wood furniture and rich red drapes adorning the walls. A large four-poster bed dominates one corner of the room, its sheets rumpled as if someone has been using it quite recently...

Matteo gestures to the bed, his voice dark and commanding. "Lie down." He watches you carefully as he removes the rope bindings once more, setting them aside before coming to stand over you. His gaze trails down your body, taking in every inch of skin revealed by his previous exposure. There's a wicked glint in his eye that sends shivers down your spine.

"Tell me," he says softly, running a finger along the line of your collarbone. "Have you ever been with anyone like this before?"

He pauses, waiting for your reply, his gaze boring into you intently. There's a hunger in his eyes that goes beyond simple desire, as if he needs to know everything about you and what makes you tick. And even though it frightens you a little, there's something undeniably alluring about being so close to the center of his attention.

You hesitate for a moment, wondering how honest you should be. In truth, no one had ever treated you like this before...but do you dare admit that to him? Or would it only serve to antagonize him further? As the silence stretches on, your heart races in anticipation of his reaction to whatever answer you give.

It's a question meant to be rhetorical; you know he knows the answer already. Yet still, as you stare up into his eyes, you can feel your heart racing and your palms growing slick with sweat. Perhaps honesty is the best policy...or perhaps it will only make things worse for you. But either way, the choice is no longer yours to make.

With a shuddering breath, you whisper, "No one...no one has ever treated me like this before." You feel his gaze burn hotter as you speak, like an accusation on your tongue. Yet somehow, the vulnerability of admitting it only seems to heighten the need building within him, making it clear that there is no turning back now.

His eyes narrow as he listens to your words. There's a coldness there now that hadn't been present before, and it sends a shiver down your spine. "And now," he says slowly, "you belong to me." With that, he climbs onto the bed beside you, straddling your hips as his weight pins your arms back above your head once more.

His hand finds its way between your legs, roughly stroking at your aching sex through the thin fabric of your panties. "Maybe," he growls into your ear, "I should teach you what it means to be used properly." With that, he yanks your panties down in one swift motion, leaving you completely exposed beneath him. His other hand fumbles with his belt before pulling it free, revealing the bulge in his trousers.

"You are mine," he says, "and I'll do whatever I want to with you." And then, with a harsh grunt, he shoves his cock inside you, burying himself deep within your body as you cry out from the force of it all.

Your master's possession over you is absolute. His cock filling you up as he pins you down on the bed, using your body however he sees fit. There is no denying his dominance and every inch of your being responds to it. As he thrusts deeper, harder into you, pleasure blossoms through every nerve ending, making your moans echo around the room. Your body arches off the bed in pure ecstasy as he takes what he wants from you...and what he wants is everything.

Your master's thrusts grow harder and faster as he feels the weight of his control over you. The heat between your bodies intensifies with each moan and grunt, building towards an inevitable climax that will leave you both spent and satisfied...but only for tonight. For now, there is nothing but pleasure and pain, ownership and submission. And you revel in every single sensation as it washes over you, leaving you aching for more of him, more of his dominance.

The feeling of your body tensing around him as you come brings a satisfied grunt from your master's lips. His thrusts grow even wilder, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from this moment between you. He slams into you harder, digging his fingers painfully into your shoulders as he rides out the intensity of his own climax.

As you both catch your breath, he slowly pulls out, his cock still hard and dripping with evidence of your submission. A wicked grin curves across his lips as he leans down, kissing you roughly before murmuring against your skin, "That was a mistake, slut." His hand finds its way to the panties discarded nearby, roughly yanking them over your head. "Now," he says, voice dangerously soft, "you're gonna be punished for disobeying me..."

"Disobedience," he says slowly as he runs his thumb over the wet mess on your panties, "has consequences." He looks up at you with an unreadable expression before standing and yanking your body roughly towards him by your hair. You let out a cry of pain as he bends you over the bed, spreading your legs wide and exposing yourself to him once more. His fingers slide between your sore folds, teasing at your swollen clit in punishment for daring to enjoy yourself without his permission.

"It's only fitting," he growls as he begins to roughly finger you, "that you learn your place." He thrusts two fingers deep inside you, curling them tightly as he uses your body for his own twisted pleasure. With each rough stroke, your muscles tensing around him in response, it becomes more and more clear that there will be no escape from his dominance tonight.

With each rough thrust, the pleasure-pain intensifies, further pushing you to the brink of submission. Your master knows just how to get what he wants from you; a complete and utter surrender. He continues to use your body in this brutal dance, his fingers digging deeper as he works you up into another orgasm against your will.

And then, when you're on the very edge, he pulls out, the loss of contact sending shockwaves through your already sensitive body. With a cold smile, he retrieves his phone from his pocket and films the aftermath of his punishment, capturing every moan and quiver as your orgasm subsides into throaty gasps for air. Once he's satisfied with the footage, he leans in close, breath warm against your ear before whispering sinisterly, "I think you need a little extra punishment."

Without warning, he spits onto your wet folds, his saliva dripping down between your legs as if to mark them as hers. Her possessive touch drives you wild with desire and humiliation all at once, leaving you aching for more of whatever she has in store.

With a laugh that's equal parts amusement and cruelty, your master retrieves a candle from the nearby table. Before you can even process what he's doing, he forces your legs wide apart and roughly shoves the burning wick toward your aching sex. You cry out in pain as the heat singes your folds, but it only seems to excite him further. With a feral grin, he lights the candle, bathing you both in flickering orange light as the wax begins to melt and drip down onto your skin.

The sensation of the hot wax dripping onto you is almost unbearable, but your master doesn't seem to care. He watches with satisfaction as tears begin to stream down your face from the mixture of pain and humiliation, his gaze roving over every inch of your exposed body. As the candle burns lower, threatening to push deeper inside you, he growls out a command for you to be quiet or risk suffering even more.

His control over you is absolute as he watches the candle burn lower, closer to your most sensitive spot. With every drop of wax that hits your skin, another piece of you seems to break and fall away, leaving only obedience and submission in its place. The sight of you in such agony brings him so close to the edge again that he's forced to pause for a moment, struggling to regain control before continuing his twisted game.

You can feel the candle burning hotter as it continues to invade your sensitive folds. Each drop of wax that lands on your skin feels like a branding iron, marking you as his forever and ever. Your master's gaze never leaves you; he watches with hungry eyes as every droplet of sweat trickles down your body, each moan of pain escapes from between your lips. He knows this is what it means to be owned by him - utter submission and complete obedience under any circumstance.

And yet despite the agony you're enduring, there's something about it that makes you crave more; makes you ache for his touch, for his dominance over every inch of your body. You are his plaything, to be used however he sees fit...and as long as he keeps playing with you, nothing else matters.

"That's it," he growls as you begin to writhe beneath him. "Let me feel your pain." He watches with a sadistic smile as you buck and cry out, unable to withstand the burning sensation any longer. "See how helpless you are?" His voice drips with satisfaction. "You're mine to use however I want." And with that, he takes one final step closer, pressing his body flush against yours so that they share the same heat and the same pain from the candle between your legs.