Page 18 of Tempting Tessa

“Please,” she whimpers, trying to fuck herself on the toy, but I hold it firmly in place.

“Patience,” I whisper, leaning closer to watch her face contort with need. “Good things come to those who wait. Or in your case, good girls.”

Her pussy clenches at the words, a fresh gush of wetness coating the toy. I smile, filing away that reaction for later use. My little Contessa likes being called a good girl.

I resume the rhythm, faster this time, watching her climb toward her peak again. Her breathing becomes erratic; her fingers grip the arms of the chair so hard that her knuckles turn white.

“You want to cum?” I ask, voice deceptively gentle.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Please let me cum.”

“Not until I say so.” I pull the vibrator out completely again, and she actually sobs.

“You fucking sadist,” she hisses, eyes flashing with fury and desperation.

“You have no idea,” I murmur, circling her clit with the wet tip of the vibrator, not quite giving her the pressure she needs. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

I press the vibrator hard against her clit for one second, then remove it completely. “Answer the question, Contessa. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“Me,” she says defiantly, though her voice trembles.

I shake my head slowly. “Wrong answer.”

I switch the vibrator to its highest setting with a flick of my thumb, watching her pussy clench around the thick silicone. The toy’s motor roars to life, humming against my palm as I thrust it harder and faster into her dripping cunt.

Her thighs start quivering, her pussy gripping the toy like it’s trying to swallow it whole. I can see it in her face—she’s about to cum without my permission. Her eyes roll back, her mouth falls open, and her entire body tenses.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growl, but it’s too late.

She’s coming, the disobedient little brat. Her walls clamp down around the vibrator as she throws her head back and wails. I yank the toy out of her pussy in one swift motion, and what happens next catches even me off guard.

A stream of clear fluid erupts from between her legs, spraying across my shirt and pants. She’s fucking squirting all over me, her body convulsing as she screams.

“Matteo! Oh, fuck, Matteo!”

I don’t hesitate. My hand comes down hard on her exposed pussy, the slap echoing through my office. Her flesh jiggles under my palm as I deliver another stinging blow to her swollen cunt.

“Did I say you could cum?” I snarl, slapping her again, harder this time. “Fucking answer me!”

“No!” she gasps, her hips jerking with each slap. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t⁠—”

I cut her off with another sharp smack to her pussy, watching her juices splash under my palm. “Couldn’t what? Control yourself? Like the greedy girl you are?”

Her pussy is bright red now, glistening with her arousal. I deliver two more slaps in quick succession, watching her whole body jolt with each impact.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, but I can see how her clit is swelling even more, how her pussy is practically weeping for more punishment.

I stand up, towering over her trembling form. My shirt and pants are soaked with her squirt, the evidence of her disobedience marking me like a brand. I should be furious, but all I feel is savage triumph. She came so hard she fucking exploded for me.

I reach down and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with pleasure and maybe a little fear. Good. She should be afraid of what I’m capable of doing to her body.

“You disobeyed me,” I say, my voice dangerously soft as I stroke my thumb across her trembling lower lip.

She tries to look away, but I tighten my grip. “I couldn’t help it,” she whispers.

“I know,” I murmur, my tone suddenly gentler. I brush a strand of purple hair from her flushed face. “You couldn’t help yourself because this pussy—” I slide my hand between her legs, cupping her still-quivering sex, “—doesn’t know any better yet. But it will learn.”