Obsession

Chapter 9

"You're late, darling."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Did I tell you to speak?" He cocks his head to the side, quirking a brow. His grip on her face tightens, his fingers digging into her cheeks. "Hands."

Lifting her arms above her head Matteo fastens leather cuffs to each of her wrists, tugging her up to her feet, he lifts her to attach the metal hooks on each of the cuffs to the suspenders on the ceiling, her feet inches off the floor.

Walking over to a table at the back of the room Matteo leans against it, resting his hands on the edge. Crossing one of his legs over the other he studies her, the slight pudge on her stomach, her thick thighs and her chest heaving heavily. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt he rolls them to expose his tattooed forearms. Picking an item from the table he taps it against his hand.

Aniyah's eyes snap down to his large veiny hands to see an expensive looking knife. Twirling it in his hand he pushes himself off the table, stalking towards her. Rubbing his finger over the handle he hums to himself, staring at the name carved into it. Placing the knife beneath her chin he tilts her head up, pressing the tip of the knife to her cheek she hisses, pulling away.

Roughly grabbing her face he pushes the tip further into her cheek, the sharp metal pierces through her skin. Her crimson red blood trickles from the incision, smearing the blood across her cheek with his thumb he swipes her bottom lip with the very same thumb.

Wiping his finger on his slacks, his hand finds its way under her dress. Swiping a finger to her panties he chuckles. "You're so fucking wet for me and we haven't even started."

"Who said I was wet for you?" She remarks.

"Oh, baby." He tugs her hair back. "Let's not get cocky now." His grip gradually becomes harsher and firmer, forcing her to face him. "I'll have you crying and whimpering, you'll be shaking and begging me to stop. Pleading me to stop but no I'll fuck you harder and refuse you the release you've been longing." Leaning into her ear to whisper, he drags the knife down her cleavage. "Being smug doesn't work with me because I won't stop until you're on the edge of your orgasm." The knife cuts through the material. "Completely unresponsive." Slowly trailing the knife down her stomach he continues. "And only your whimpers and moans can be uttered from that filthy mouth of yours."

Tucking the knife into his pocket he grabs both sides of her dress, tearing it off her body, leaving her in her black lace lingerie.

"This looks expensive." He snaps the band of her panties, taking the knife from his pocket he slides it under her bra - between her breasts. Snapping it up he quickly cuts the bra straps, tossing it across the room. Taking her nipple between his fingers he rolls and pinches making her suck in a breath as her legs rub together.

Moving away from her he finds himself at a drawer, taking a long length of fabric he stands behind her. Wrapping the material around her head she closes her eyes as he ties it. Ripping her panties off he drops them on the floor, leaving her stranded. Aniyah hears his footsteps get quieter as he moves away before they stop, listening for sounds she doesn't pick up on anything.

A soft touch grazes over Aniyah's thigh, making her leg jerk away from the finger. Matteo's hand grips her thigh, yanking her leg up to her side. Lacing rope around her knee and thigh he wraps it around her stomach to keep her knee bent high at her side, wrapping it over her shoulder and breasts her back straightens.

A faint vibration hums in the background, Matteo barely touches the toy to her clit before her stomach clenches. Pushing the toy into her, the leg that's tied up to her side tries to straighten but miserably fails. The vibrations stimulate her clit, her arousal wetting her leg as it coats her thighs.