Page 30 of Indulgence
As our eyes met again, the green of his eyes vanished. His pupils fully dilated, so all I could see was black. Over my shoulder, I watched as he lined himself up. His tip felt huge and hot at my entrance. I hissed as he pushed in just a bit.
“You okay?” He stopped his forward progress and spoke through gritted teeth as if he were experiencing the same discomfort I was.
It would only last until he fully entered me.
“Go,” I encouraged him. “Don’t stop unless I say so.”
It was the longest ten seconds of my life, but they were so damn worth it as he was finally in all the way. It was a different full feeling and a deeper pleasure. Matteo rubbed my clit with his thumb and slinked his middle finger back into my pussy.
He rocked into me, and my back arched, my eyes rolled, and I moaned. I heard a muttered, “Shit,” from the corner and glanced over to see a man jerking off on the couch.
Matteo noticed him too, and I felt the possessiveness in his motions kick up. His hips slammed a bit harder. His finger shoved a bit deeper, and his thumb moved a bit more forcefully.
“Yes, Matt. Yesss.” I purred as I hit the trifecta of orgasmic bliss. My clit, my pussy, and my ass all sang a beautiful melody together, taking my body to church as it worshiped at Matteo’s alter.
He chased his own release. He roared as he ripped his cock from me and turned me over just before he came. Hot jets of cum landed on my pussy, my stomach, and some even reached my tits.
Matteo bent over me, sank his hand into my hair, and yanked me toward him. His lips crashed onto mine. He was savage—consuming me as if I were the last morsel left on Earth.
“God, I fucking love you.” He growled into the kiss as he smeared his cum all over my pussy like a marking, which reminded me that we had voyeurs in the room.
When Matteo let me up for air, I glanced over at the sofa, only to find it empty. Over Matteo’s shoulder, I saw a man watching from outside. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at me before heading off.
A half hour later, I smiled at my husband as we waited for the valet to bring our car up. “That was one hell of a distraction.”
He kissed the top of my head. “And I’ve eight more weeks of distractions to deliver. Think of the other ways we could have fun now.”
Chapter Fifteen
Natalie
The one thing that continuallyshocked me about my husband, was that through this whole exploration of sexual discovery he was so okay with doing whatever I wanted. It didn’t matter what or how insane it may sound to some. My husband was willing to try out anything I wanted while also adding his own little twists. Like tonight for instance. We didn’t come to the club with any one thing in mind. We came just wanting to try something new. But Matteo knew I wanted to explore having an audience and informed me he had something he wanted to do with me. That was it.
“Are you ready, Natalie?” Matteo asked. “I have big plans for you tonight, but we can do them without the audience if you’ve changed your mind.”
Last time we were down here, Matteo made my body sing under his touch. He commanded, and it obeyed. My pussy tightened just remembering it. Public sex added another layer to these club experiences for me. I could feel the difference in Matteo when we were in front of people. He became deeper and darker. That was the only way I could describe it. He was like a caveman claiming his woman. I loved it.
Matteo’s khakis look a tad tight in the crotch area. “Are you thinking about last time we were down here too?”
His gaze incinerated the remaining tension in my upper body as he looked over at me. “I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about it all week.” Something flared in his eyes. “You were so damn sexy.”
As soon as weentered the room, Matteo went right for the cabinet in the corner where all the club toys were kept.
He took out the metal ankle bar and satin ties. “Strip,” he’d told me as he tied the straps to the bed. When I was down to just my bra and panties, he ordered, “Hop up, darling.”
He tied my wrists to the wrought iron headboard. Then he buckled the cuffs around one ankle and moved to the next. My nipples were standing at attention as I thought about how skilled Matteo seemed with all this stuff. It was as if he committed to learning as much about everything he could.
My heart hammered in my chest as my straitlaced subconscious was telling me I shouldn’t be shaking from pent-up excitement, but rather from fear. People were going to be able to see me naked. To see my most intimate parts. To see Matteo do whatever it is that he wanted to those parts. And, I couldn’t freaking wait.
Matteo walked to the door and pressed the red circle next to it. When the curtains slid opened, I felt more like we were on a Broadway stage as the next performance rather than in a sex club exhibition room. The anticipation in my belly ramped up a notch when Matteo opened the door, signaling that anyone could walk in and have a seat. As he stalked back to me, his eyes roamed all over my exposed body. His gaze felt like a laser beam warming wherever he looked.
When he reached the bed again, he leaned down and sealed his lips over mine and plucked my nipples through the lace as he spoke. “I want you to turn your mind off, love. Just focus on feeling. Feel me and feel what I’m doing to your body. I want you to hang on as long as you can. Just trust me, I promise it will be worth it.” His fingers danced across my belly down to the top of my panties. A shadow caught my eye in the doorway as Matteo teased my clit. A saw a few faces looking in through the window. My core throbbed with a bit more intensity than before.
Matteo reached his whole hand inside my panties, slinked two fingers into me, and stroked them in and out, arousing my senses before he stepped away to the table where our bag of toys and the remaining piece of ribbon sat. He grabbed the satin and slipped it through the binding around my wrists.
A smirk played on his lips as he angled me toward the edge of the bed. His fingers curled around the metal bar between my ankles, and he lifted it, pushing my legs toward my chest and up.
Thank god for all those yoga and spin classes Norah had dragged us to for years.
