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Matteo stroked his fingers through my hair, and I closed my eyes, the tension slowly releasing from my body. He manipulated my head without resistance on my part, and I rested my cheek on his thigh where he directed.
Silence settled over us as I sank into the peaceful energy flowing from him, through his fingertips into my scalp. Down over my shoulders, relaxing them…into my chest, easing the ache there.
And my dick? The fucker loved the act of submission I’d never shown another soul. I could live here, sitting at Matteo’s feet for all of eternity, slit leaking, blood stirring with life-giving force.
The heat of Matteo’s thigh radiated through the cotton of his sweats, warming my cheek. I burrowed in closer, wishing I could rub my face all over his skin. His fingernails scratched over my scalp, pulling soft sighs from my parted lips as I sank into quietness regardless of my arousal.
My mind rested for the first time in I couldn’t remember how long.
No deadlines blared in my head. No responsibilities vied for my attention. No one could touch me while I was being Matteo’s good boy.
“Talk to me, Sean. Tell me what made you break my rule and why I shouldn’t punish you accordingly.”
A shudder ripped through me at the thought of being put over his lap.
That sounded hot as fuck.
I hadn’t actually broken his rule—he’d requested space while on campus, and he’d said his door was open so…
Instead of arguing, I went with flirting, which might get me what my dick wanted. “Are you referring to spankings or…”
“Sean,” he growled, pulling on my hair.
I moaned at the slight sting and ran one hand up the back of his calf to shove between his thigh and the couch cushion he sat on. While I’d rather have just gone for the goods between his spread legs, he’d relented in letting me in. The least I could do was unload like he’d offered his ear for rather than taking advantage of the situation.
The twelve-hour time limit loomed, and I told him my fears concerning Elite. I even blathered on about Pop again, repeating how I’d been nothing but a bother to him my entire life. Sharing what Micah had said to me an hour earlier in his office brought back that sense of smallness and reminded me so much of how Pop made me feel that I wanted to puke.
My damn eyes got all stingy again, and I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry for coming here—putting you in this situation. Especially when this is Katie’s and your space. I-I’m not trying to be a brat. I just needed you, Matteo,” I whispered as a tear slid down my fucking cheek, revealing my weakness I’d fought so hard to keep hidden.
He released a slow hiss, and I lifted my watery focus to his face. Dark eyes studied me in the dim light from a lone lamp across the living. “You know what a safe word is, Sean?” he finally murmured.
Oh shit. Fuck yeah, I did. But was he into that stuff?
Blood rushed south with a vengeance, even though I’d never been interested in any play that required a safe word.
“Yeah, but what do I need one for?” I asked, my thoughts at war with my damned dick.
“You disobeyed me, and you need to escape for a little while, don’t you?”
Fuck arguing semantics. Maybe he was just looking for an excuse to get his hands on me.
“Yes. Yes, goddamnit,” I rushed to say, the lust winning over whatever my concern about safe words. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”
“I’ve never done this before, but…” Matteo patted his lap with a resigned sigh. “Lie down and make yourself comfortable. If it’s too much, say red, and I’ll stop.”
Goose bumps rose along my arms, and I scrambled over his thighs from a shot of pure adrenaline to my bloodstream.
“Good boy.” He soothed his hand over my denim-covered ass, giving me a little squeeze. “But you need to lose these. I want to see the handprints I leave on your skin.”
My balls pulled up tight in a flash.
Fuck. Yes.
Chapter 23
Matteo
I’d expected a slow striptease with Sean’s twinkling eyes full of suggestion.
