He hasn’t brought me back to the warehouse since he first took me there weeks ago. He also won’t even talk to me about using me as bait. He won’t even consid
er it.
Which means he either cares, or he really thinks of me as his property.
He’s fooling himself if he doesn’t think I can help though. I know what Clive and Erick want. Me.
Matteo can deny it all he wants, but it doesn’t matter. I know the truth he hides behind his eyes.
I head to the bathroom and turn on the faucet in the tub. I might as well take a long bath since I have hours to kill and nothing to do until Matteo gets home. I have free range of the house and could watch TV, read a book, or go for a run. But none of those things can hold my attention.
It seems that only Matteo can hold my attention.
I turn the water off when it fills the bath, drop my clothes to the floor, and then climb into the bath, sinking all the way down until the water hits the tip of my chin.
It’s warm and relaxing. But I didn’t draw the bath for relaxing. I drew it to get rid of the aches that consume my thoughts.
I let my hand drift down between my legs, rubbing gently as my bud slowly starts to awaken. I close my eyes and my thoughts immediately go to Matteo. I try to think of past boyfriends, hot celebrities, and imaginary men. Anything to make me stop thinking of Matteo. But despite trying, it never works.
Matteo is what my body wants, even when he isn’t good for me.
I picture his hand replacing mine. I picture him climbing into the tub naked, as his cock drives against my stomach letting me know he wants me as much as I want him. He pinches my nipples, making my hard peaks come alive. And then he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, claiming me in a kiss that is primal, hungry, and sexy as hell.
I purr, the kiss feeling far too real.
“You wouldn’t be trying to get yourself off without me, would you?” Matteo asks.
My eyes fly open, and I grin.
“No, you were there in my dreams.”
He smirks. “I bet.”
He climbs into the tub, still fully clothed, and I squeal from the excitement of him being here.
“Why are you back so early?” I ask.
“We figured out a solution.”
“Really? What is it?”
He shakes his head and then kisses me again. “Does it matter?”
No, it doesn’t matter. He’s kissing me and that only means one thing. He’s going to fuck me.
He reaches behind me. “I have some fun toys to try.”
My eyes darken as I see the nipple clamps in his hand.
He kisses me again, and I feel the cold metal against my skin. My nipple hardens against his touch, and then he places the clamp firmly on my nipple.
I moan from the pain and the pleasure.
He does the other one, and I can’t focus on anything but my breasts. It’s like all my blood and focus go there. He grins as his hand goes down between my legs, tearing my focus between my nipples and the ache between my legs.
I let my head roll back and rest against the edge of the bath, no longer caring where my focus is. It’s his. Just like my body. He can do whatever he wants to me, and it doesn’t matter.
I feel his cock slide into me, and my body feels whole.