It seemed so insane to me, but everything was beginning to point to the validity of his words.
He turned back around, and I moaned with shame as he showed the entire crowd my naked bottom.
“Spread your thighs. You’re going to show them that wet little pussy,” he demanded. When I didn’t obey immediately, he smacked my bottom hard several times, making sure that the tips of his fingers caught my tender folds. I cried out in shame and opened myself, showing myself to the crowd just like he had demanded of me.
“My loyal subjects, I welcome you. If you’ll stay for a while longer, you’ll be able to enjoy the sounds of this pretty little thing very thoroughly learning what it means to kneel before her king,” he exclaimed loudly.
A loud cheer rang out all around me and I moaned with shame. I was thankful for the fact that even as he displayed my spanked bottom and wet pussy to his people, my face wasn’t showing. None of them could see the blush on my face and the aroused mortification pumping through my veins. I whimpered as he growled possessively, digging his fingers into the punished flesh of my backside. It hurt, but at the same time, I liked it. It made me feel wanted. It also made me feel incredibly hot.
He turned around, leaving the window wide open, and strode purposefully back to the bed. He gripped my hips and quite literally tossed me onto the bed so that I landed on my aching bottom. I bit my lip and tried to keep my cry quiet. He stared down at me, his gaze hungry, ravenous and entirely too seductive.
I had a feeling he wanted to devour me whole, leaving me breathless and sore after he was through with me.
The very worst part of it all was that I wanted him to. I should be angry and furious that he had punished me so shamefully and then put me on display before his subjects, but I couldn’t bring myself to be. I was too turned on and right now, I really wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted it badly.
My eyes dropped to the front of his slacks, fully taking in his thick erection. My pussy clenched tightly, and my lips dropped open slightly. I stared at him, imagining what it would feel like to have him deep inside me.
It had been so long since I’d had sex and I had a feeling that Matteo was going to be very different than those inexperienced frat boys back in undergrad.
Matteo was a man. He looked like he knew how to fuck. He looked like a man who knew how to give a woman what she needed, exactly when she needed it.
Slowly, he unbuttoned his slacks, sliding the zipper down its tracks and freeing his enormous cock to my view. My chest rattled with arousal and fear. He was so big. I wanted him to fuck me, but I knew now that it was going to hurt.
Why did that turn me on so damn much?
Just seeing his naked erection made my blood boil with desire. My inner walls fluttered, imagining how he would feel sliding in between my thighs, taking me as hard as I wanted.
“Do you like what you see, baby girl?” he murmured, and I couldn’t help myself as I licked my lips.
I did. I really liked what I saw.
“I asked you a question,” he said expectantly.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I answered quietly, feeling my nipples pebble as I addressed him properly, like he wanted.
He growled possessively, unbuttoning his shirt all the way down and shrugging it off his shoulders. I swallowed as I ran my eyes up and down his body.
His cock wasn’t the only thing that was hard. He was impossibly hard everywhere else too.
His abs looked to be carved out of stone. His chest rippled and the muscles in his arms tensed with the effort to hold himself back. He pushed his slacks all the way down and stepped out of them with grace. He stood before me, gloriously naked and I suddenly yearned to touch him, to slide my fingers down those chiseled muscles. To trace my fingers across the velvet skin of his cock.
It took everything in me not to crawl to him and beg.
I felt feverish arousal ripple through me, intense and scalding hot. My core twisted with the residual ache between my thighs and across my spanked backside. I could scarcely breathe, and I panted with need, hot little scorching breaths that did nothing to cool me down.
I leaned backwards on my elbows and decided to show him exactly where I wanted him.
Brazenly, I spread my legs and revealed my wet pussy to him. He stared down at me and growled aggressively before he crawled onto the bed on top of me. He grasped my wrists in his hands and forced them down to the bed next to my head.
His cock pressed against my wet folds and I nearly lost myself as I quaked beneath him.
“I want to hear you say it again. Beg me to fuck you with my cock pre
ssed against this wet little pussy,” he demanded.
He didn’t have to ask me twice, not this time.