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MATTEO “You're insane,” I stammered.“You can say that again,” he said with a light chuckle, leaning back and focusing all his attention on my hardness.His fingers stroked my dick from shaft to balls, and then back again, taking me on a pleasant but mind blowing wayfare through the land of gratification.“Mmmngh…”It clouded my senses—everything I felt and by the hands of the man who had locked me up in here like a slave.I hated that I was reacting to this.I hated that I needed more.Vastly.My hips moved on their own and I just turned my face away in shame. Both of his hands on my cock were bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. The one I could feel building deep down inside of my stomach and rising swiftly.“I hate you, and I mean it.”“I know, Matteo,” he whispered. “I do know you do,” he added as his hands on my cock began to speed up. “But you will still come for me anyway.”I heard him, but at the same time, I didn't either—my mind lost in the pleasure his hands brought

MATTEO “You can, Matteo, and you will.” I shook my head, the feeling of his cock deep in my ass burning too much. The pleasure that was on the loose inside of my body was too much for me, almost insurmountable, and rapid too. It was overwhelming. I really couldn't take it. “You will take what I give you, and you will not come until I tell you to.” I shook my head but my body pushed back against him anyway when his fat cock began to move in me again. A moan left my lips. His hands on my skin just made every single thing sharper. Hot blood rushed through every one of my vessels as my arms trembled beneath my body. It was getting tasking to hold myself up while he was drilling my ass like that, his grip on my hips firm and possessive. Sweat ran down my chest. His hips kept moving in that same cruel rhythm while I bit the sheets below to stop the deep sounds leaving me. My mind screamed out that this entire thing was a trap, that I was now losing to him like this, and that

MATTEO“Good,” he said coldly, “Now you can get dressed properly and follow me.”The moment those icy words left his speech orifice, I bent down and grabbed my clothes which were lying on the cold floor before pulling them on fast. I was aware his gaze remained on me as I put it on, fingers doing the buttons fast as the material of the shirt stuck to my skin where the sweat from crashing out was still drying. I did not bother with the buttons all the way down because Alessandro already stood by the open door by now, waiting for me to be ready. I just followed him out into the hall, walking till I was done with the shirt buttons. He went ahead of me, down the quiet corridor. My eyes remained on his back, going over the crisp white shirt that hugged the thickness of his biceps. I watched as the muscles of his forearms just moved under the cloth with each step. When we reached the stairs, he just took them without looking back to make sure I was still behind him. And I kept following

ALESSANDRO The next morning, I sat in the dining table and watched as Matteo walk in. He lowered himself into the chair across from me, moving with the kind of care that betrayed the fact that his ass was hurting from our last session. And he shifted his weight on that seat, more than once, before he was able to finally settled down on it comfortably. Though his face stayed blank the entire time, I noticed whenever he moved he would wince slightly in pain. Breakfast was a quiet affair as I poured coffee for both of us before I pushed a plate of dishes food toward him. He did not say a word to me or even spare me a glance before he picked up the cutlery and began to eat quite slowly. When he was done with was what on his plate, he stood to reach across the table to dish more for himself. A soft gasp followed the movement I was sure he regretted as he instantly sat down. I just reached for his plate and began to dish the food for him before he could register what I was even d

ALESSANDRO The screen went dark when I ended the last Zoom call and closed the laptop to turn in my chair and look at Matteo who had fallen asleep on the bed. I stood and walked over. The papers he had been using to sketch were now laying open beside him with the pen which had slipped out from his fingers lying close to it on the blanket. For a long minute, I just stared down at his face which was soft in sleep because the tension that he had always carried in curve of his shoulders was gone now. His sweeping, dark lashes rested against his slightly full cheeks, causing him to look really cute in that position. I just reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. “Do you know that you look peaceful when you're like this?” I asked quietly even though he could not hear me. A smile tugged at my lips as I bent and slid my arms under his back and knees in order to lift him up bridal style. He was lighter than I expected, a discovery that made my b