Summary: You only mentioned it once, nothing more than a sleepy confession about always wanting a pet.
You had only murmured it once, half-asleep, curled into Massimo’s chest on a lazy Sunday morning.
“I always wanted a cat,” you had whispered, your fingers running random patterns on his chest. “Or maybe a tiny dog. Something to look after.”
Massimo didn’t answer. But he did listen.
You assumed he’d already fallen asleep or, more likely, dismissed the idea entirely. He wasn’t exactly the domestic type.
So it completely blindsided you when three nights later, he walked into the house soaked to the bone, the front of his black jacket bulging oddly.
“Don’t freak out,” he said gruffly, dripping water across the tiles.
You blinked, setting your tea down. “Did you get stabbed again?”
“No.” He shifted from one leg to the other, then opened his jacket. “She’s very small. And she bit me once. But I think she likes me now.”
Nestled in his arm was a kitten, maybe eight weeks old, wide-eyed and trembling, her fur damp but silky.
Her ears twitched as she stared up at you like she wasn’t sure who to fear more, the world, or the man holding her.
You stared.
Massimo cleared his throat. “They found her behind the warehouse. Underfed. Shaking. She reminded me of you, the first time I touched you.”
Your heart nearly stopped. “Massimo…”
“I thought…” He exhaled, visibly uncomfortable. “You said you wanted something to look after. And I thought… maybe she could keep you company. When I’m away, so you’re not alone.”
You took the kitten carefully, holding her against your chest. She burrowed into you immediately with a tiny, grateful meow.
“She’s perfect, thank you,” you whispered, stroking her head.
Massimo watched you both for a long moment. Then, he peeled off his soaked jacket and walked toward the wardrobe.
“I told Domenico this was ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath. “Now I’ve got cat hair on my suit.”
You smiled to yourself as you listened to him talk.
Lifting the kitten before grabbing your phone to check what exactly you will need for her.
The kitten, whom you named Luna, settled into your home faster than expected.
And despite all his growling, Massimo was utterly and rather embarrassingly smitten.
“Oh, for God's sake,” he groaned one morning, holding up his leather file folder now shredded at the corners. “She’s a menace.”
You peeked around the doorway, watching him with a hidden smile.
“She’s a baby,” you teased. “She just wants your attention.”
“She has yours.”
“And she wants yours too.”
He scoffed, but ten minutes later, you caught him on the sofa, Luna curled in his lap while he read through classified reports. His free hand absently stroked her back.
“I’m not raising a spoilt brat,” he mumbled without looking at you.
But that evening, he came home with a diamond-studded collar.
Weeks passed.
The house grew quieter. The kitten trailed you from room to room, napping in sunbeams, sleeping curled between you and Massimo every night.
“She snores,” he complained once, watching her tiny body rise and fall between you.
“You snore louder.”
He smirked. “She also kicks me in her sleep.”
“She’s small.”
“So are you.”
You flicked his bare chest. “She’s our baby now.”
Massimo looked down at the kitten, then at you. His hand slid over your hip under the duvet, pulling you close.
“She is,” he murmured. “But you’re still my favourite.”
One morning, you woke up to find him standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless, cradling Luna like a newborn.
“She was cold,” he said, eyes daring you to laugh.
“I see.”
He cleared his throat. “I’m getting her a little bed for my office. She cries when I leave.”
You smiled sleepily. “So do I.”
His gaze softened. He bent over and kissed your forehead, then your lips, then the kitten’s tiny nose.
“Then I’ll bring you both with me.”
~Masterlist~
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Oh he fucking loves it.
Again it's you and Massimo is obessed with you.
Massimo Torricelli loves having this sweet thing to love on, to protect, but he knows first hand that you have claws. Granted sometimes it's like a kitten hissing at someone but he still knows what you have.
He loves how with some of the outfits you have it requires an extra hand. The dress needing to be zipped up all the way? The Suspenders buttons on the side of your outfit?
The sweaters that look to big on you? Those have him bricked up.
If you wear makeup you make him learn some in case he ever needs it.
"Why would I need to know foundation?"
"Well what if you get your butt kicked and have somewhere to be the next morning?"
"Then I cancel the meeting."
"Humor me Massi."
If you wear lipgloss he will pretend he wants some on him.
"Can I have some on?"
"What the lipgloss?" You ask moving the wand from your lips.
"Yeah sure, it's watermelon flavored-"
Massimo kisses you his body pushing against yours, greedy as ever taking what he can before pulling away leaving you flushed and breathless. Your lipgloss shining on his lips.
Massimo smirks rubbing his lips togetherr.
"Tasty." Is all he says before leaving you flushed.
An - Oh my gosh this man is so fine!! I know he’s not a sturniolo triplet but i just can’t get over him so i wanted to write something for him. Enjoy my loves! Also this is my first time writing smut so sorry if it’s bad 🫣
MDI 18+
Paring - Massimo X FemReader
Summary - Massimo gets jealous
Warnings - Smut, Tension??
Requested - No
It was a quiet evening in the city, the kind where the world felt like it was moving in slow motion, wrapped in the comfort of soft lights and murmured voices. The venue was upscale, a modern restaurant tucked away on the outskirts of town, frequented by those who sought luxury and privacy.
You were seated at a table near the back, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fading into the background as you sipped on your drink. The man across from you was charming, well-dressed, and made a point of keeping you engaged with interesting stories and laughter. You’d met him earlier in the evening at the bar, where the conversation had been light and easy, and you had enjoyed the company. But there was something about him that felt fleeting, like a momentary distraction, not something that could hold your attention for long.
Still, you couldn’t deny the conversation was pleasant, and as he leaned in a little closer, his voice lowered with a flirty undertone, you felt a tug of curiosity. His proximity was too intimate, the air between you too thick, but before you could take another sip of your drink, a sudden, sharp voice broke through.
“Is everything alright here?”
You turned in surprise. Standing at the edge of your table, his frame towering above, was Massimo. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of curiosity and something else flickering beneath the surface—something darker. A storm was brewing behind his calm expression.
You felt your pulse spike at the sight of him. Massimo. The man who always seemed to command a room without even trying. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore.
The man across from you stood up politely, offering Massimo a handshake, though there was a noticeable tension in the air as they exchanged looks. “Everything’s fine,” you said quickly, hoping to diffuse whatever tension had already begun to brew. But Massimo didn’t take his eyes off you—not even for a second.
“I see,” Massimo replied, his voice low, a hint of coldness in it that hadn’t been there before. “I didn’t realize you had company tonight.”
You couldn’t tell if it was the sharpness of his tone or the subtle flicker of something possessive in his eyes, but something shifted. The man across from you noticed it too, his smile faltering as he glanced back and forth between the two of you.
“Actually, I should be going,” the man said, his voice faltering slightly. “It was nice meeting you.” He gave you a polite nod, his eyes lingering just long enough to register the tension in the air before quickly walking away.
You watched him go, a feeling of unease creeping into your chest. You had been enjoying the evening, but now, under Massimo’s gaze, you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn’t sit down immediately, instead hovering next to your table, his arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched tightly. The air between you two was thick with unspoken words.
“I didn’t expect to see you with him,” Massimo said, his voice so controlled it barely masked the tension. “I thought you and I had an understanding.”
You blinked, not sure if you were hearing him correctly. “Massimo, it’s nothing,” you began, trying to explain, but his expression didn’t soften. If anything, it became even more intense.
“It’s not nothing,” he muttered, his gaze narrowing, focusing on the empty seat where your date had just been. “You were laughing with him. Leaning in close.” His jaw tightened as he stepped closer to you, the space between you shrinking. “You never laugh with me like that.”
You felt your heart race, a mix of excitement and something else—something raw and unspoken—beginning to take hold. He was jealous. Massimo Torricelli, the man who always seemed so in control, was visibly upset by the thought of you with someone else. It was both thrilling and intimidating.
“Massimo, I was just talking,” you said softly, hoping to ease his mind, but the look in his eyes told you that wasn’t enough.
“Talking?” he repeated, his voice lowering. “I don’t think you understand. You’re mine, cara,” he said, his words deliberate, like a warning wrapped in something more dangerous. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”
A small chill ran down your spine at the possessiveness in his tone. His eyes darkened as they focused on yours, and you felt an undeniable pull—like a magnetic force drawing you toward him.
“I don’t want you talking to him,” Massimo added, his voice quiet but full of command. “I don’t want anyone else thinking they can have you, not like that.”
You swallowed, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. “You’re being unreasonable,” you said, though there was a hint of challenge in your voice, knowing it would only make him more determined.
Massimo’s lips quirked into a small, dangerous smile. “Maybe,” he said softly, leaning in closer. His breath was warm against your ear as he added, “But I don’t like seeing what’s mine slipping away.”
Before you could respond, he was standing in front of you, his large hand cupping your chin gently, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making your pulse spike. “You’ll have to make it up to me, cara,” he murmured, his voice suddenly quiet, almost possessive in a way that made your heart race.
His words felt like a promise, a quiet but undeniable claim over you. Your mind was spinning, torn between the electric tension in the air and your desire to test the boundaries of his jealousy. And as his thumb brushed over your lip again, you felt your resistance begin to crumble.
Massimo’s jealousy was no longer just a reaction—it was a desire. One that would burn between the two of you for as long as you allowed it to. And tonight, it seemed you weren’t going to stop it.
With one final look, Massimo leaned down, pressing his lips against your ear, his voice hushed but full of intent: “Come with me.”
Massimo drove you back to his apartment, rushing inside and locking the door
As the door to Massimo's apartment closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The hustle and bustle of the city outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating energy between you two. Massimo's gaze locked onto yours, filled with a mix of desire and protectiveness that sent a thrill through your body.
He approached you slowly, each step deliberate, as if savoring the moment. When he reached you, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. The warmth of his palms ignited a fire within you, and you could see the raw hunger in his eyes.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice low and filled with urgency.
You nodded, your heart racing as you took a step closer, feeling the heat radiating from him. “I want you, Massimo. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
With a growl of desire, he crushed his lips against yours, the kiss deep and possessive. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing your lips before exploring the depths of your mouth. You melted against him, feeling his strong body press against yours, every touch igniting a wave of sensation.
Massimo’s kiss consumed you—demanding and intense, leaving no room for thought. The moment his lips met yours, everything else faded. The world outside the study ceased to exist. It was just him and you. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his grip tightening as if he were afraid you might slip away. You had never felt anything like this before—his possessiveness, his need for control, all wrapped in a kiss that made your head spin.
You let out a soft gasp when his lips left yours, only to feel his breath on your skin as his mouth moved to your neck. He kissed you there—slow, deliberate, each press of his lips a claim, each touch sending heat rushing through you. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the solid strength of his body against yours. The tension between you both was palpable, thick and electric.
Massimo’s lips finally parted from your skin, but his gaze never left yours. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, an unreadable emotion swirling within them. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice husky with a mix of desire and dominance. “I don’t share, cara. Not with anyone. Not ever.”
His words echoed in the room, the weight of them sinking into your chest. Part of you felt the heat of excitement at his possessiveness, the way he staked his claim on you so boldly. But another part of you felt a rush of adrenaline, like you were walking a fine line between pleasure and danger.
“Massimo…” you breathed, your voice trembling. You weren’t sure if it was from fear or anticipation. “You don’t need to be jealous.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Don’t I?” His hand moved to your waist again, his fingers pressing against the fabric of your dress, pushing it up just slightly. The move was casual, yet the intent was clear—he wanted you, wanted to feel you beneath him. “I don’t like seeing you with another man,” he said, voice dropping to a dangerous level. “It doesn’t sit right with me.”
The words sent a flutter of heat to your core, and despite yourself, you felt your body respond to him. He was so sure of himself, so completely in control. There was no question in his mind about what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was you.
He took a step back, his eyes never leaving you as if he were studying your every move. “Take off your dress.”
The command hit you like a shock, and for a moment, your mind raced, questioning what you were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation—Massimo was not a man who waited for permission. He had a way of making things happen, and in that moment, you realized that you were going to let him.
Your fingers trembled as you reached behind you to unzip the dress, the fabric sliding off your shoulders and pooling at your feet. The air was cool against your exposed skin, but the heat between you and Massimo was enough to burn. You looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, and the way he stared at you made your breath catch in your throat.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still full of raw, possessive heat. He stepped forward again, his hands skimming your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, before moving up to cup your breasts, his touch almost reverent. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”
You gasped at the intensity of his touch, your body arching into his hands, instinctively seeking more. Massimo’s lips met yours again, but this time, it was different. It was slower, more deliberate. He kissed you like he was savoring you, taking his time, feeling you, exploring every inch of your mouth as though it was a treasure he had found.
As the kiss deepened, his hands wandered lower, slipping under the waistband of your panties. The touch was gentle at first, almost teasing, but when he felt you shiver beneath him, he became more insistent.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against your lips, his breath warm and inviting.
You met his gaze, desire swirling within you. “I want you, Massimo. I want all of you.”
With that, he captured your lips again, his hands working swiftly to remove the last barriers between you.
Massimo took his time, trailing kisses down your body, worshiping every inch of you as he moved lower. You could feel his lips teasing along your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through you. The sensation was intoxicating, and you could hardly contain your moans as he explored you with a fervor that made your head spin.
When his mouth finally found you, it was overwhelming. He moved with an expert touch, eliciting gasps and moans as he worked you closer to the edge. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck ignited a fire deep within you, and you felt yourself spiraling into pleasure.
“Massimo,” you cried out, your hands tangling in his hair as you pushed your hips against him, craving more.
He looked up at you, the intensity in his eyes only fueling your desire. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he urged, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.
With each passing moment, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. And when you finally let go, it was like a wave crashing over you, pulling you under in a tide of ecstasy.
Massimo didn’t stop; he continued to tease and coax you through your release, prolonging the pleasure until you were breathless and trembling beneath him.
Once you came down from your high, he moved back up your body, his lips finding yours once more. The kiss was deep and filled with the promise of more. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and you knew he was just as affected by the intimacy you shared.
“Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself above you.
With a mix of eagerness and urgency, he entered you, filling you completely. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he moved slowly at first, savoring every moment.
“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice low and filled with need.
You wrapped your legs around him, urging him to go deeper, to lose himself in the moment. The rhythm between you built, each thrust sending you higher, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of you, lost in the heat of passion.
As the intensity grew, so did the connection between you. With each movement, you felt your bodies melting together, the intimacy binding you in ways you never thought possible. The sounds of the city outside were drowned out by the symphony of your breaths, the whispers of your names, and the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.
Finally, as the waves of pleasure washed over you both, you reached your peak together, a crescendo of ecstasy that left you breathless and entwined, hearts racing in unison.
In the aftermath, you lay wrapped in each other's arms, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the air. You could feel the warmth of Massimo's body against yours, the steady beat of his heart a comforting reminder of the bond you had forged.
“Always,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
And in that moment, everything felt right.
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AN- Hey! I wanted to try a new style of writing for this one so that what i did! I hope you guys like it!!! ☺️
WARNINGS: NON-CON, Age Gap ( Massimo is 34 reader is 20 ), sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral (both female and male), yandere themes, stalking, KIDNAPPING, violence, harsh language, murder...
Tell me if I missed something... ( As you can see most of those warnings will make their appearance in future chapters. )
I apologize for any grammar mistakes...not edited
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈́𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔́𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 problems. The driver opened the door for
Massimo while you were stuffing your things into your bag—they must have spilled out
to the seat during the drive. Massimo rounded the car and opened the door on your side, offering you a hand. He was being very gallant, and in that linen suit of
his, he looked simply overpowering.
As both of your feet touched the ground, he discreetly grabbed your ass, pushing
you gently toward the entrance. You sent him a shocked glance—that was behavior
worthy of an adolescent boy. But he only smirked, sliding his hand up to your back and leading you to the terminal.
That son of bitch...
You’d never had all the check-in formalities done so fast. All you had to do was
pass through the building. When you emerged on the other side, another car
picked the two of you up and drove you to a small plane.
As much as you enjoyed this whole process of being in an airplane, you couldn't help but be nervous and make your heart stop pounding.
You sat down on a plush leather couch, Massimo soon joined you sitting dangerously closer than you liked. A bottle of champagne arrived but you paid no mind to it wanting to get over with this flight in a calm and quick way as possible.
With Massimo on your side though your whish seemed utterly impossible...
His hand rested behind your hand, not touching you, just settling on the couch. His leaning towards you was obvious as hell, however you knew very well where this was leading.
"You know...I can't get off my head the image of you naked in the shower this morning." he said in a low seducing tone that made your heart pound faster each passing second.
You blushed heavy crimson from embarrassment and shyness and turned your head away from his close face. "No need to be shy with me now, princess. There's no shame wanting to get high in pleasure..." His fingers touched your chin making you look at him, your faces inches away from each other. "...What's a real shame is denying what you feel. You know that I'll be more than happy to provide you with everything you'll need."
Massimo's hand moved from your chin slowly down to your leg, sneaking in your bare skin from your skirts cut giving you strokes in the inside of your thighs that every now and then neared so close to your cunt.
As much as you wanted to give in, your untouched pussy was becoming wet with arousal, however, the incidents happening a few days prior kept your guard up and your reputation high. "No. I can't..." Your hands grabbed his and shoved it away from your thigh.
The Man in Black sigh heavily plopping back to his seated position. "You're making this harder than it has to be Y/N. It doesn't have to be this way." He declared in disappointment shaking his head in disapproval.
You tried. You tried really hard to keep your thoughts to yourself, Massimo provoked you all the fucking time it was impossible!
"Well, excuse me that I don't want to sleep with the man I know for a week, to be more specific the man who kidnapped me." You smiled sweetly at him, then your face got all pouty again.
He scoffed, you could imagine him rolling his eyes at you. "You need to move on, princess. You pouted enough already don't you think? You were so good and obedient today... don't ruin my mood...I want to reward you. Will you be my good girl?"
Massimo pulled you closer leaving a kiss on shoulder his hand behind you caressed your neck softly—teasingly with his fingers as his lips left kitten kisses which trailed upward, to your neck, to your throat and lastly your jawline before his movements came into a halt.
You needed to stop him, you had to stop him, you couldn't let this happen it wasn't right.
What the hell changed!? Just like this morning you despised him and then you wanted to have sex with him!? It doesn't make sense! Nothing makes sense anymore!
Was the sexual provoke too much? Or was it something else ... something deeper? Stockholm Syndrome perhaps. You've heard of this lot's of times from your friend who studied phycology... must be it.
"Answer me baby." He whispered.
Hesitantly, you nodded. Not wanting to awaken a heated argument.
"Use your mouth, baby girl. I want to hear you say it." Massimo looked you in the eyes, his dark brown eyes became completely black with lust and need.
"I will." You replied quietly, obviously meaning it untill he crossed another line.
"Come with me." The Man in Black said eagerly.
He stood up then lifting you up, he lead you in a
corridor which was getting narrower in this part of the plane. Massimo had to turn
sideways to squeeze through. You entered a dark room with a bed in the
middle.
You have to be stupid to not realise where this was going. It was entirely your fault, you let the strings too loose and got his confidence to get laid with you too high.
As soon as he closed the door he attacked your lips in a raw, desperate, way. Catching you surprised, your hands shot to his broad chest pushing him away but he didn't budge at all. Instead his tongue found yours, kissing you more passionately.
The back of your knees found the mattress and the Man in Black slowly lowered you to the soft sheets.
His lips left your mouth and attacked your neck leaving behind red marks in very visible spots. You had to act quick, he didn't even know that you were a virgin. You knew that this wouldn't be a pleasant experience, he was too fierce and worked up to be gentle.
"Massimo, please stop. You have to stop." You begged breathless by his hungry kisses.
"Tell me the real reason. Tell me why you won't let me have you. I know that you desire it as much as I do. Tell me." Massimo demanded.
Should you answer him? Probably, it was time he knows the truth anyway. Maybe he'll stop being so impatient and shameless.
"I've... I've never...done something like this before..." You admitted with your cheeks turning beetroot red.
It was obvious that he was shocked, definitely expecting another reason to your hesitance. His surprised expression turned into a smirk, "Aw, are you still a virgin? Poor baby, doesn't know what she's missing..." He bit his lip.
"Ugh, stop it already." You said in embarrassment turning your body away from him.
Massimo pinned you back to your previous position, "You might think that I'll quit wanting you, but I never step back from such a challenge... And to know that I'll be the first and only to claim you...fuck...you can't imagine how hard I am for you baby girl. Don't worry I'll teach you everything, I'll as gentle as I can, promise."
Despite your fear, you always wanted to do it, you were just too scared.
He started kissing you again this time a little more softly, his trail of pecks reached downwards again, to your line of breasts stopping altogether to take your skirt off you.
You lay still, squeezing your legs together, debating with yourself if you wanted to continue or not.
“Massimo, I'm not sure—”
you started.
“I'll make you feel so good. Don’t be afraid, baby girl,” he said, pushing his hand between your legs. “I’ll
be gentle, I promise.”
You squeezed your legs together even harder, whining softly with fear.
“Shush,” he whispered. “I will part your legs now and start with just one finger. Relax.”
You knew he’d do as he was saying whether you wanted it or not. So you attempted to relaxed. “Good, just like that. Now spread those legs wide for me.”
You shyly did as you were told only that you slightly unsqueezed them
“You’ll be a good girl and do what I say now. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Delicately, he started to kiss you on the lips while his hand slid down. With his
other hand, he held your head, deepening the kiss. You yielded, and an instant later,
your tongues were dancing, quicker and quicker. It was the first time you've allow this to happen.
“So good for me,” he breathed into your ear as his hand reached the fabric of your
panties. “I love how obedient your are. Now, be still and don’t move.”
Massimo’s fingers slipped into the most intimate spot of your body which no one else have touched before. Slowly,
with his lips right next to your ear, he explored further inside of your thighs, gently
stroking them with two fingers, teasing you.
He rubbed your clit and you let out a breathless moan, he stroked up and down collecting and producing more arousal making a slippery little mess.
Finally Massimo slid inside your unused pussy. It hurt a tiny bit, you hissed at the new sensation and squirmed relentlessly.
“So fucking tight. Don’t move and be silent. Do you understand?”
You nodded whimpering. His finger sank deeper, until it was all the way in. You
clenched your teeth, trying to remain silent, while he started to move, subtly and
sensually, inside you. His middle finger slid in and out, while his thumb softly
fondled your clit. Your eyes closed and felt his weight subsiding and then shifting downward. You stopped breathing. His finger didn’t stop.
Massimo reached his destination. Suddenly, he slipped his finger out, making you wince. But then you felt his breath through your panties and your heart beat faster and harder.
“I’ve dreamed about it since I first saw you. I want you to talk to me when I
start. Tell me if I’m doing it good. Direct me. I want to give you your first ecstasy,” he
breathed, pulling your undergarment down your legs.
On instinct, you brought your legs together, embarrassed.
“Spread them wide for me. I want to see you.”
You appreciated his gentleness, the fact that he wanted you to feel
more comfortable during your first intercourse. You slowly did as he told you and heard him inhaling deeply. He spread your legs
wider, piercing you with his gaze, sinking deeper into you most intimate, secretive
places.
“Touch me,” you moaned, unable to keep quiet anymore. “Please...”
Hearing that, he started steadily rubbing your clit, leaned down and sank his tongue in your wet cunt, his movements dynamic.
You grabbed his hair pulling roughly, head rolled back at the new euphoric feeling. With
the fingers of one hand he spread the lips of your pussy, wanting to reach that
most sensitive spot.
“I want you to come, and I want to torture you with more orgasms until you
beg me to stop. I want you to look at me. I want to see your face as you come, again and
again.”
“Open your eyes Y/N” he demanded his mouth and fingers stopped.
Between your legs, Massimo was at the same time sexy and terrifying. He swooped in again, his lips caressing my
clit, and two of his fingers impaled you. You closed your eyes, feeling pressure on your lower stomach.
“Massimo,” you whimpered.
His fingers kept stroking expertly, while his tongue never stopped.
“Kurwa mać!” You shouted in you native tongue as you came for the first time in your life. The
orgasm was long and strong, overwhelming. Your body was taut like a string,
trapped by what Massimo was doing. When you felt the orgasm subside, he rushed
at your exhausted, tender, and sensitive clit again, almost painfully. You clenched your teeth until they grated, squirming—impaled by his two fingers.
“Please, no more...” your voice was weak cried after the next wave of painful bliss overcame you.
The Man in Black slowly relented, let your body cool down, softly kissed and
stroked all the places that were hurting now. Your hips collapsed to the mattress
when he was finished. As you lay still, he slowly pushed himself up, reached for the nightstand, fishing out a box of wet wipes. Gently he wiped the spots he had been attacking
with such passion just a moment ago.
“See, I kept my promise this time,” he winked, and disappeared back into the main
compartment.
You kept still for a moment longer, analyzing everything, but you couldn’t believe
what had just happened. You only knew two things; that you were so sore now and that surely the feeling of regret washed over you.
Fuck, you regretted that stupid decision! What had gotten into you and allowed him to do this!? A stay tear escaped however you were quick to wipe it away.
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When you returned, Massimo was sitting in his seat, biting his upper lip lost in thought.
You sat down opposite him awkwardly, having no idea how to act around him anymore.
“So... what are our plans for today?” you asked quietly.
He smiled and poured another
glass of champagne handing it to you.“You’ll learn in time. I’ll do some business and you’ll get to play the mobster’s
girl,” he said, boyish amusement illuminating his face.
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When you landed, a pair of black SUVs and a whole security team was already
waiting for you. One of the men opened the door for you, then shut it as you made yourself comfortable in your seat. Each time you saw those cars, you thought they held a little bit of magic—the way they moved all that stuff from place to place. How did those
guys and those cars manage to keep pace with Massimo?
What broke your chaotic
reverie, probably fueled by all those orgasms, were the words of your oppressor,
uttered into your ear.
“I can't wait to be inside you,” he whispered, and his hot breath paradoxically
chilled you to the bone. “To deflower that pretty tight pussy of yours. I’d like to feel your wet cunt close
around my cock.”
Your breath hitched suddenly at his filthy words. You chose not reply and instead close your eyes and try to
calm down the frantic beat of my heart. It grew a bit steadier. Out of nowhere,
Massimo’s warm breath vanished, and you heard him saying something to the
driver. The words were unintelligible, but after a few seconds, the car veered off the road and stopped. The man stepped out, leaving you two completely alone.
“Sit in the passenger seat in the front,” Massimo said, pinning you with his
cold, black stare. He didn’t look like he was about to move himself, which
seemed a bit strange.
What has gotten into him all of a sudden? Honestly, you didn't know if you could ever be able to handle his roller coaster mood swings...
“Why?” you asked, disoriented.
Massimo’s face took on an expression of annoyance, and his jaw clenched.
“I’ll repeat it one last time: move or I’ll move you myself.”
Again, you couldn’t help it—his tone made your hackles rise. You wanted to resist, if
only to see where it took you.
“You order me around like a dog. I am no dog.”
you inhaled, intending to berate him for treating you like that, but you didn’t
manage to utter another word. Massimo pulled you out of the car by force and
then threw you into the front seat. He pulled your hands back, behind the
backrest.
“Not a dog. A bitch,” he hissed, tying your hands with some kind of strap.
Before you realized what was happening, you were sitting tied to the passenger seat,
and the Man in Black sat behind the steering wheel. You started to wriggle your fingers, trying to feel your way around, turns out you'll never found out wutb what he tied you with.
“You like to tie women up?” you asked as he was fiddling with some settings on
the dashboard.
“It’s not a question of preference in your case.”
He pressed the ignition button and a woman’s voice from the GPS directed
him as he started to drive.
“My back hurts. And my arms,” you said after a couple of minutes.
“Well, I’m hurt, too, but for an entirely different reason. Want to compare?”
You knew he was angry or frustrated. You couldn’t differentiate between those two
feelings in him, but you had no idea what you had done to cause this. And even if it
wasn’t your fault, he was taking it all out on you.
“Ty cholerny, uparty egoisto,” you whispered in Polish. You damned, stubborn
egomaniac. “As soon as you untie me, I’ll smack you so hard you’ll have to look
for your teeth on the ground,” You ranted, still in Polish.
Massimo slowed down and stopped at a traffic light, turning to you and fixing
you with a furious glare. “Now repeat that in English,” he growled.
You smiled disdainfully and spewed a whole litany of profanities in Polish—all
directed at him. He didn’t move, but his glare was growing more furious by the
second. As soon as the light turned green, he stepped on the accelerator.
“I’ll get rid of your pain. Or at least take your mind off it,” he said, his right hand found his to the cut of your skirt. His left hand was still on the
steering wheel, but the right one slipped under your panties.
You squirmed and
jerked in your seat, cursing him and begging him not to do it, but it was too late.
“Massimo, I’m sorry!” you cried, trying to get out of his reach. “I’m not in pain
anymore! And what I said in Polish—”
“Not interested in that anymore,” he said. “But if you don’t pipe down, I’ll
have to gag you. I’d like to hear the GPS if you don’t mind, so shut up.”
His hand slid deeper into your underwear, and you felt a wave of panic flooding
you. At the same time, you grew completely docile and stopped resisting.
“You promised you wouldn’t do anything against my wishes and be gentle,” you whispered,
leaning back.
Massimo’s fingers irritated your clitoris smearing the wetness that slowly appeared by his touch.
“I’m not doing anything against your wishes. I’m just making sure your
hands aren’t in pain anymore.”
His touch was growing harder, and the circular motions were sending you down the abyss of his absolute power over you, as much as tried to resist it.
You squeezed your eyes shut and
reveled in the feeling he was giving you. You knew he was acting on instinct—he had
to divide his attention between two things: driving and punishing you.
You squirmed in your seat,
when the car suddenly stopped. You felt his hand leaving, you thanked the universe for siding with you this time, not having to satisfy him with you orgasming again.
“We’re here,” Massimo announced, killing the engine.
You stared at him from half-closed eyelids. A voice in your head was screaming,
raging and cursing him. You didn’t have to say it aloud. You knew well enough what his
motivation had been. He wanted you to beg him. He wanted to show you how
much you desired him, despite rebelling against anything and everything he said
and did.
"That's great," you replied, rubbing at your wrists. They hurt so much. “I hope whatever was hurting you has stopped,” you said.
Here it was—that big red button in his head again. The Man in Black shot
out with an arm, pulling you over himself, so you sat astride him with your back to
the steering wheel. He grabbed you by the waist and pressed your cunt against his hard manhood. You gasped at his bold movement, raising your hips so you didn't sit on him.
“What hurts me,” he hissed, his fury threatening to boil over, “is that I
haven’t used that mouth and pussy yet.”
His hips met yours again without your permission and were undulating lazily. That movement and the pressure of his penis
made you breathless.
“And you won’t for a long, long time yet,” you whispered, “In fact, I have very much regretted what we did back in the plane.” you added deathly serious.
He froze, watching you closely, looking for answers to questions yet unasked, jaw clenched.
Your silent
battle was interrupted by knocking on the window. Massimo lowered the glass,
revealing the not-too-surprised face of Domenico. That guy certainly looks like
he’s seen everything, you thought.
He said a couple of sentences in Italian, ignoring your position, and Massimo
shook his head quickly. You had no idea what they were talking about, but it was
clear the Man in Black wanted to have nothing to do with what Domenico was
suggesting. When they were finished, Massimo opened the door and stepped
out, keeping his hold on you.
You headed toward the hotel he had parked the car next to. You were still clutching him—he didn't let you down so you had no other choice, your legs around his hips. You could feel the
surprised stares of the other guests as you passed them without a word, Massimo
keeping a poker face.
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