Matteo

When I opened the door to her studio, I didn’t expect the sight that greeted me.

Adriana was on her knees, face pressed into the carpet, ass high in the air, a paintbrush buried in her dripping cunt. She moaned like she was begging me to break her.

The sight made my cock throb so hard it hurt.

For a moment, I just stood there, taking it in.

My princess.

The wife I swore to protect was on her knees, face pressed into the carpet, fucking herself with a tool meant for painting.

A brush.

A gift from me to her.

“Princess.” My voice came out low, sharp. It was a warning, maybe even a threat. Her body froze instantly, trembling like a caught thief.

She turned her flushed face toward me, lips parted, eyes wide with shame and something darker.

It was fear, guilt, arousal.

She didn’t even pull the brush out. She stayed on all fours, ass high, back arched, cunt stretched around the wooden handle like she wanted me to see.

“You think I wouldn’t find out?” I stepped in, closing the door. The lock clicked behind me like a gavel sealing her sentence.

Her chest rose and fell fast. “Matteo…” It was half a plea, half a whisper.

I crouched beside her, gripping her chin hard enough to force her to look up. Her lips were swollen, cheeks wet with sweat, and the shame burning in her eyes only made me harder.

“Answer me,” I said, voice like steel. “Did you want me to catch you? Bent over. Pussy spread wide. Fucking yourself with a brush like some desperate fuck?”

Her breath stuttered. Her voice broke. “Yes.”

I squeezed her jaw tighter, dragging her face closer until my breath fanned over her lips. “You felt bold sending me that filthy little video, princess. Fingers coated in your own cum shoved down your throat. And what did I tell you then?”

She whimpered. “To be ready.”

“Say it louder.”

Her lips trembled. “To be ready for you.”

A grin tugged at my mouth, dark and cruel.

I released her chin and moved behind her, crouching low. Her body tightened when I wrapped my hand around the paintbrush jutting from her pussy. The wood was slick, shining with her mess.

I twisted it.

Slowly.

Her gasp broke into a strangled moan as the brush sank deeper. The sound of her drenched cunt sucking at the handle filled the studio.

“Fuck…” The word rumbled out of me, raw. “You’re dripping everywhere. You’ve ruined the carpet, Adriana. Look at the mess you’ve made.”

Her ass trembled as she tried to arch higher for me, shameless. Her thighs glistened, soaked. Her body was begging before her mouth did.

“Say it.” My voice cracked like a whip. “Say what you are.”

Her head fell forward, hair a tangled curtain around her face. Her voice broke. “I’m desperate.”

I yanked the brush halfway out, then shoved it back inside with a hard thrust that made her scream into the floor. “Desperate for what?”

“For you, Matteo!”

That tore a dark laugh from my throat. “Good girl.”

I started fucking her with the paintbrush, slow at first. The thick wood dragged along her walls, and every time I pulled it out, her cunt clenched greedily, sucking at the air like it wanted to swallow it back in. She whined, whimpered, begged with her body.

I gave her what she wanted. My hand snapped harder, faster. The brush pounded into her, making her tits bounce against the carpet with every brutal thrust. Squirt sprayed, coating her thighs, dripping down the handle, making my grip slippery.

“Matteo—please—” Her voice was ragged, breaking.

“You don’t come until I say so, princess”, I growled, shoving the handle deeper. She cried out, clawing at the carpet, body quaking. “You hear me, princess? You don’t fucking come.”

Her legs trembled, her cunt pulsing around the wood, desperate to break, but she held back. That obedience… fuck, it was perfection.

I drove the brush in mercilessly, twisting, angling, making sure the tip grazed that soft, spongy spot inside her. Her whole body bowed and a strangled sob ripped from her throat.

“Such a filthy fucking girl,” I muttered, watching her squirm. “Bent over for me, taking a fucking brush like it’s my cock. You’d do anything, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes—yes, anything—”

My thrusts grew savage, each slam made her choke on her cries. Her slick squelched, obscene, filling the room with the sound of her ruin. I felt her thighs shake, her pussy fluttering around the handle, begging for release.

“Don’t you dare.” My voice was sharp. “Don’t you fucking dare come without my permission.”

She was sobbing now, face buried in the carpet, body fighting to obey, every muscle trembling with restraint.

Finally, I ripped the brush out with a wet pop. She screamed, the loss tearing through her, her cunt clenching around nothing.

Before she could beg, I shoved the dripping brush against her lips. “Clean it.”

Her eyes watered as she opened her mouth, sucking the handle down, gagging on the taste of her own slick. I pushed it deeper, holding it there, watching drool spill from her mouth, tears streak her face.

“That’s it,” I murmured darkly, voice low, vicious. “Learn what your pussy tastes like. Sweet, filthy, and mine.”

She choked around the brush, throat working, tears streaming. I could see the shame burning in her eyes, but her body betrayed her. Her thighs pressed tight together, her cunt dripping down her legs, desperate for more.

I pulled the brush free from her mouth slowly, the wood wet and glistening with cum. I tapped it against her cheek, smearing the mess across her flushed skin.

“You wanted me to catch you?” I said, voice thick, dangerous. “Congratulations, princess. You’re caught.”

“I’m not done with you.” My voice was gravel, thick with hunger.

Her whimper was muffled, it sounded almost scared“Matteo…”

I dragged two fingers through her slick folds, then shoved them into her dripping hole, curling hard against her spot while my mouth clamped onto her clit. Her body convulsed instantly, her scream echoing off the studio walls.

“Cum for me,” I snarled, pumping my fingers deeper, faster. “Now.”

Her body shattered. Her pussy clenched so hard around my fingers I thought it might snap bone, and then she gushed.Her squirt was hot, wet, pouring straight into my mouth. I groaned, drinking everything, letting it coat my chin, my tongue, my throat.

But I wasn’t done.

Before she could collapse, I pushed a finger against her tight asshole, circling it. Her entire body stiffened. Then I pushed in slowly, just the tip, as my other fingers still fucked her dripping pussy.

She screamed again, voice breaking, torn between shock and pleasure. The way her cunt clenched when I breached her ass told me everything I needed to know. Adriana fucking loved it, even if her mind hadn’t caught up.

I curled both hands.

One finger was working her pussy while the other one stretched her ass,while I sucked her clit like I wanted to rip another orgasm out of her. And I did.

She squirted again, this time violently, soaking my face, my chest, even the carpet beneath us.

I crawled up her back slowly, pressing my weight against her until her chest hit the carpet and her ass dropped. Then I crushed my mouth to hers, forcing her to taste herself again.

“You’re mine, Adriana,” I whispered against her swollen lips, breath ragged. “Never forget it.”

She collapsed against me, trembling from head to toe. I held her tight, pressing kisses along her temple, her jaw, her damp hair. My touch softened, stroking instead of gripping, my voice low and soothing instead of sharp.

“You did well, princess,” I murmured in Italian, words meant for her ears only. “So fucking well.”

I wrapped her in the blanket lying at the edge of the room, pressing her against my chest. My roughness always had to be balanced with care, and I wanted her to feel both.that I would break her, and then hold her together after.

When her breathing finally steadied, I helped her to her feet. Her legs wobbled so badly I had to keep an arm around her waist to guide her.

“Come,” I said. “You cooked for me. Let’s eat before I make dessert out of you again.”

The smell hit me first when we stepped into the dining room.

Steak, mashed potatoes, asparagus. My brows lifted as I took in the table she had with candles. She’d tried to make it special.

“You cooked this?” I asked, my tone softer than I expected.

She nodded shyly, cheeks still pink from everything I’d done to her.

I cut into the steak, lifted a piece on my fork, and pressed it to her lips. She opened obediently, taking the bite, moaning low in her throat as the flavor melted on her tongue.

My cock twitched at the sound, but I smirked instead of acting on it. I leaned back in my chair, watching her swallow.

“You really are full of surprises, princess”

We ate together, slow, intimate. I let her talk, let her laugh, let the tension soften between us.

When the plates were cleared, I leaned back, swirling my wine.

“There’s something I want you to see,” I said finally.

Her brows furrowed. “What is it?”

I leaned closer, my hand sliding up her thigh under the table. “An event. One of mine. Illegal, dangerous… exhilarating. My world, Princess. I want you to see me race.”

Her breath caught. She swallowed hard, eyes flickering with nerves and excitement.

I smirked, knowing exactly what I was doing. “Welcome to the next level of my life, Adriana. Illegal street racing. Tomorrow night, you’re coming with me.”