Page 61 of Claiming His Baby

“A reward for a good girl,” Matteo repeats. “But first, that punishment I mentioned.”

“What are you going to do to me, Sir?” Even though darkness blankets my vision, I turn my head from side to side, trying to determine where Matteo is, looking for clues.

“You’ll find out soon,” he says. I hear him opening and closing drawers. I listen with my heart in my throat as something rustles. I can’t see him, but I feel his dominant presence growing closer.

Then, without a warning, something hot drips onto my stomach, making me shriek.

“It’s okay.” Matteo’s voice is soothing. “You’re going to be okay.”

Breathe. Whatever he poured on me, it cools quickly and hardens against my skin, the pain dulling into gentle warmth.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Matteo asks, clearly giving me an out if I want to end this game, utter my safe word. “It was just a little wax.”

As Matteo caresses my skin with his fingers, the heat that radiates from the point just above my belly button sends waves of pleasure to my center, making my body yearn for more.

“Are you okay, kitten?” His voice is gentle.

I nod. “Yes.”

“Good. That was your punishment for playing with yourself. Now, remember that day when I told you to wear nothing under your skirt and you disobeyed me?”

I jog my memory. “We were going to the park. There were other parents there.”

“Yes. That was exactly why I wanted you to do it. It wouldn’t have been much fun to go commando at home,” he says. “Now, just for complaining about it, I’ll double your punishment.”

“I’m sor—” My own cry cuts off my half-formed word.

“That’s two, kitten,” Matteo announces as the wax glides down my sides before it solidifies, forming a protective shell over me.

“Another one left,” I say.

“Exactly. But I won’t punish you now,” he says. “You’re making me so hard I can’t focus.”

A smile plays on my lips, and I reach my hands over the edge of the bed, touching Matteo’s thighs and searching until I find the evidence. He was telling me the truth. His cock is a big, hard bulge tenting the front of his pants.

Matteo groans as his cock jumps under my touch. Quick as lightning, he sheds his pants, removing the barrier between our skins. My fingers absorb the heat of his iron rod and trace the veins along his shaft.

“May I please suck your cock, Sir?”

“Of course.” The speed with which he answers spreads my smile even wider. I feel his hands grabbing me and pulling me into position, my head dangling over the edge of the bed. His voice is hoarse when he speaks again. “Open.”

I let my mouth hang open for him, feeling him push deeper and deeper inside. His thickness stretches my limits, making my eyes water. But the low grunts Matteo makes, the subtle twitching of his cock, the almost-velvety texture of his cock . . . I can’t stop.

Even if I’m not completely comfortable, this is exactly where I want to be, doing exactly what I want to do. Whatever brings me closer to Matteo—that’s where my happiness lies. Even if people think it’s wrong or perverted. Even if nobody else understands it.

When Matteo pulls himself out of me, a thin string of spittle pulls across my cheek. He makes a low sound, almost an animalistic grunt. “I’ve got to have you.”

“My pussy is yours, Sir.” I part my legs, knowing that will only whet his appetite. I want him to devour me, to unleash his hunger on me, to fuck me until he works us both into a mad frenzy.

“That’s right,” he says, climbing up to take his rightful place between my spread legs. I moan when he yanks my panties and grabs my thighs. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet. You’re so wet for me.”

At the sound of his growl, my pussy reacts as if by instinct, clenching around air, craving to be filled. “I’m ready for you, Sir.”

“I know. I can smell your heat.” He thrusts into me—not slow, not gentle. It only takes one smooth motion for him to bury himself all the way to the hilt, knocking the wind out of me.

“Oh, God.” The sound-proof padding all over the walls absorb my moan. Nobody can hear us. It’s just Matteo and me. It’s a good thing I trust him completely because I wouldn’t be able to call for security from inside here.

Now that I’m a little older and a little wiser, I realize how stupid I was to have agreed to come into the private room with Matteo that first night we met. He could’ve been an axe murderer for all I knew.

At the same time, I couldn’t be happier it happened. Without that night, we wouldn’t have had the chance to get to know each other outside of any influence from our families. Sure, I probably wouldn’t have had to fake my own death, and we wouldn’t have had to miss out on four years of togetherness.

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