The Twelve Vitali Ch. 12

Cat felt the muscles in her thighs and ass stretch and pull at her damaged skin, and she whimpered softly as she knelt with her ass high and her head low against the mattress where her arms were chained in place. Cat concentrated on these feelings of discomfort as he once again pushed his fingers into her and continued to massage her G-spot, bringing her rapidly back to the point she had been only minutes before. She desperately tried not to grind back against his hand, realising her mistake now, but as the muscles in her thighs and ass continued to burn she felt the uncontrollable little wobbles that told of her need to move.

Matteo watched her carefully for all of the tell-tale signs that she was close to coming. She was panting heavily, and her body seemed to shudder as she tried to maintain her position for him. The sounds she made became increasingly higher pitched, and as he saw the muscles in her thighs tremble he withdrew his fingers, leaving her on the edge of what would have been an amazing climax. She cried out, her body moving to seek the renewed contact, and he smacked her, pulling her legs from under her so that she landed heavily back onto the bed whimpering softly.

"You purr like a sex kitten when you are highly aroused. I believe I will call you Kitten in here from now on. My Kitten," Matteo ran a hand over Cat's hair, petting her as she calmed down and her eyes focused again. "What was it you said on the plane? There's something to be said for delayed gratification?"

"But I was so close!" she whimpered piteously.

"My poor little Kitten, you must be punished first before receiving the rewards of this room," he said with an edge to his voice.

"Punished?" she asked, turning her head to the direction of his voice as he sat beside her on the bed.

"I had thought about spanking you and leaving it at that, but it seems you enjoyed that a lot more than I had considered you would," he grinned. "Which I am more than pleased about, believe me!"

"Why am I being punished?" she asked, not truly sure why he felt the need to punish her so cruelly.

"Let's see. That particularly punishment was for ending our original agreement so abruptly and then running away to a place where I couldn't get to you to discuss the matter!" Matteo growled. "You have no idea how much you have tested my patience over the last month or so. I believe that if you think about it you will realise you deserve these punishments."

"There are more?" Cat gasped.

"Kitten, you have no idea what you have done to me. You have practically unmanned me, and I am sure if you ask Ricco or David they will tell you how impossible I was to deal with while you were gone, so your second punishment will be for refusing to take my calls or see me while you were away at the Donati Gathering!" He explained.

Cat was surprised by the tone in his voice that told her how angry he had been and possibly still was about that situation, but she also knew that they had both needed that time to get to where they were now.

"If I hadn't broken things off and gone away, we probably wouldn't be where we are now," she offered weakly. "I wouldn't have discovered all things I needed to know, not just about you and your family, and you would not have missed me the way you did perhaps?" It was a weak argument, and she knew she was pushing the boundaries of this room, but she needed to say it.

"I have been begging you to marry me since the first night we met, and I. Don't. Beg!" Matteo said angrily. "First you break it off to go and flirt with Peter Donati, and now that you have finally agreed to marry I can't tell anyone because you have put conditions on the engagement! You can talk to Roberto tomorrow before we announce our engagement, but you will wear a ring. Not a small, understated ring like you want, a ring that I want that tells everyone who you belong to. Not because I demand it, but because you love me and know that I need it!"

"I do love you," she sighed softly, finally feeling her body subside into normalcy.

Matteo seemed to run out of steam at the soft sighing words of love and moved over her, again restarting the long slow massage he had given her to relax earlier. Cat wasn't sure exactly when he had removed the pants he had worn into the room, but as he straddled her thighs she felt his hard warm cock rest in the cleft of her ass cheeks as he massaged her lower back and hips. She tensed with a small thrill of excitement running through her as she felt the length of it against her already heated skin.

"Relax, Kitten," he murmured, leaning over her and moving forward to whisper huskily close to her ear. The movement had his cock lightly dragging up her back, and she imagined it leaving a small trail of precum glistening on her skin.

Cat tried desperately not to think about how much she wanted to feel him inside her right at that moment, and she closed her eyes, trying to relax as he asked, but the feel of his naked body against hers was almost too much to bear without more than just the seemingly innocent massage he was giving her. She gave a heavy sigh, concentrating on his hands alone, and gave in to him, feeling her body sink deeper into the bed below them as her muscles seemed to melt under his hands. She felt herself drifting contentedly at the affection and care he was showing her. She understood his anger and the teasing punishment he had given her, and it was true what she had said, there was something to be said for delayed gratification, and she could handle it if there were more punishment like that to come.

"So wet and needy," he commented as his hand skated down over the lips of her pussy. Inserting one finger in her, he growled, "And so tight still. You need to relax, Kitten!"

"That is a direct result of all your teasing," she purred, feeling her arousal build again as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her tight hole.

"You're not pushing back at my hand?" he asked teasingly.

"I understand your game now, and you asked me to relax," she purred softly, enjoying the new and different facet of their relationship within this room. She felt the finger withdraw from her and his body lean over hers again as Matteo undid the chains that held her in position on the bed. His arms caressed and massage her arms which had been held in one position for so long.

"How are you feeling, Kitten?" he asked.

"Completely green," she sighed and gave a small smile. "My hands and arms are fine," she wriggled her fingers to show him she spoke the truth.

"Ready?" he asked, pulling her up into his arms and finally removing her blindfold completely from where it had become askew and left her with only a small glimpse of him and the brightness of the room, now she could see it all.

Cat nodded as her heart began to race and she looked into the dark pools of his eyes seeing her own need and desire reflected back at her. She accepted his soft kiss and admitted that even if it was another punishment she was ready for whatever he had in store for her. He stood and helped from the bed, standing her beside it. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the windowless room. Without the sun or a clock to gauge the time by she had no idea how long they had already been in here for, and she guessed it was probably still afternoon.

Matteo led her to a waist-high padded bench on the other side of the room, and once again Matteo pulled her arms back and joined her elbows together behind her back as she stood perfectly still. He went to a panel on the wall and retrieved a metal bar and bent to her ankles, attaching them to rings on the cuffs before lengthening the bar and pushing her feet widely apart.

"Perfection," he groaned, finally standing in front of her. His hands cupped her breasts and he lowered his head to one nipple, biting it without much force but enough to make her whimper. His fingers worked at the soft flesh as his mouth continued to tease both nipples to hard points. "Do you know what these are?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Clamps?" she questioned in return.

"Yes," he smiled, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "These are called clover clamps," he attached one to her nipple, and she found, to her surprise, that it was easily bearable. She looked down as he attached the second clamp and let the chain swing freely between her breasts. "Clover clamps go on gently, but as I pull the chain the tension increases in the clamp," he explained and pulled the chain gently out from her body until he saw her grimace. "How are you feeling, Kitten?" he asked.

"Still green, just," she breathed, not wanting him to tighten them any further.

"I was hoping for amber," he smirked and gave the chain a small tug, and hearing her whimper dropped it again. "Do we have amber?" he asked in a deep husky voice. He watched as Cat bit her lip and nodded. "Your nipples are more sensitive than I realised, how wonderful," he grinned. "They will hurt even more when I remove them and the blood flows back into the clamped areas," he warned her.

Cat breathed deeply into the pain as tendrils flowed from the abused nipples into the rest of her breast and found its way to her tummy. She stood, having planted her feet solidly once the bar was in place and didn't move, only the rise and fall of her breath made the clamps move, and she tried to make her breath shallower to negate the movements.

"Valentine's day is such a romantic holiday. I thought candles were more than appropriate, don't you agree?" he asked, retrieving the two candles he had lit earlier and bringing them closer to where she stood. "Stay very still," he warned and captured her eyes with his own as he tilted the shallow glass bowl, slowly pouring hot wax over the skin of her breasts, making her gasp and whine in a long drawn out sound.

"How are you feeling, Kitten?" he asked once both sides of her breasts were covered with cooling white dots of wax, making the skin around the dots of wax turn bright pink and feed his arousal.

"Amber," she looked up at him with teary eyes. She hurt, but it was bearable and becoming more so as the wax cooled and solidified on her skin.

Matteo knew that it was the clamps that were causing her the most discomfort, and realising this was her first experience with them decided not to leave them in place any longer. He pulled the chain with a quick tug, making the clamps dig deeply into her before finally sliding free and making her cry out and rock in her stance. He moved to support her, his head lowering to capture and soothe a nipple in his mouth as he fingers gently massaged the other back to life. He spent long minutes going from one to the other as she whimpered softly, and when he finally stepped back he groaned deeply.

There were tear tracks in her make-up, and, where the wax had peeled and flaked away, large pink splotches marked her skin. Matteo was beyond turned on by the mere sight of her. So much so that he had to consciously get control of himself and breathe deeply.

"How do you feel, Kitten?" he asked softly, reaching out to run a finger over her breast, flicking away some of the larger spots of wax.

"Slowly returning to green," she said, a small catch softly to her voice that tugged at his heart as much as his cock.

"So sensitive," he smiled as he played with her nipples again. "I'm very happy about that," he lowered his head and dropped a kiss on each one, still trying to regain control of his need to stop the game and just fuck her.

"Please," she breathed softly, "Please fuck me now," she begged, and every other thought about gaining control of his desires fled from Matteo's mind. He picked her up, turning her around and pushed her down over the bench she stood beside. He stepped behind her and thrust into her with a deep groan, stilling his movements for several minutes before pulling back, leaving only the head of his cock embedded in her.

"You were so eager to have me finger fuck you earlier that you couldn't control yourself from pushing onto my hand. Let's see how well do that now!" Matteo demanded, planting his feet and watching carefully, as in the awkward restraints Cat tilted her hips and began to move back, impaling herself on his cock. He groaned deeply, and as she made contact with his pelvis he dripped wax onto her lower back, making her lurch forward again and turn her head, straining to see him and the candle he now held.

"How are you feeling, Kitten?" he asked.

"Green," she replied automatically.

"You're not even trying then," he smirked. "Push back onto me if you want to be fucked so badly."

The wax thankfully cooled fast in the small trickle that had run over the top of her ass and down her thigh. Cat began to push back again, thinking that if she were careful and didn't make contact with him he would spare her the wax.

When he poured the wax this time, he noted that she didn't pull away quite so much before beginning to push back again. She caught on to his games fairly rapidly, he noted with a smile. He enjoyed her whimpers and jerky movements as he used the wax several more times before finally losing his battle against himself and pushing her forward and pumping into her hard and fast. Aware that he had denied her continually earlier, he used his fingers on her clit and felt her stiffen and arch her back against him as the first of her climaxes rolled through her body. His free hand gripped one of her breasts and held her in the strange hard arch as he continued to fuck her remorselessly, and he felt her shudder and cry out as a second climax hit her even bigger than first. He was losing his own battle against his orgasm, but he continued on; one hand working her clit and the other mauling her breast as he pounded her as hard as he could. The third climax rocked her physically, and as he lost his battle and his come pumped into her pussy, she went limp in his hands.

"Fuck!" he cursed, and with unknown reserves he picked her up and staggered to the bed, freeing her from the bonds on her arms and legs. He felt her pulse and checked her breathing before climbing onto the bed beside her and cradling her in his arms until she came back to him. He smiled, she was everything he had dreamed she'd be here, and more, and it didn't matter what his father or anyone said, Cat belonged to him, for now, and forever.

Being careful not to disturb her, Matteo reached down beside the bed and opened a drawer, removing a bottle of water and opened it. He sipped while he contemplated her lying beside him with the red and pink marks showing brightly on her pale skin and contrasting to the stark white leather she wore and the linen that covered the bed. He groaned deep in his chest as his arousal began to grow again. He didn't think he could ever tire of having her like this. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and she tilted her head to smile up at him.

"Mmm," she stretched along the length of his body as he held her to his side. "Can we do that again, please?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

"I didn't think you liked being punished," he teased her.

"I can play your games if that is the payoff," she said eagerly.

"I'm more than willing in here," he touched his head, "but we might have to wait a little while longer before the body is able to keep up with a sex kitten like you," he chuckled.

"Maybe I can help with that," she grinned, and then remembering where she was, and the dynamic expected in this room, she paused and fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Please?" she added.

"Drink some water and relax first, you were out for quite a while," he suggested and handed her the bottle he had been sipping.

"I was?" she asked.

"You were," he confirmed. "You passed out in the end, and I carried you back here."

"Oh, I don't remember," she frowned, trying to piece together the last things she remembered aside of the blissful high that carried her into oblivion. "Thank you," she said contritely. "That was amazing, and I want to know more, learn more, do more, with you." She leaned up and kissed him, letting the kiss deepen as his hand curled around her jaw and the back of her head. She placed the water on the floor beside the bed and began to kiss down his body, his neck, over his shoulder and chest. She stopped and tongued his nipples, rolling her tongue around them before moving lower.

Matteo groaned. He was in heaven, and although he would never have let any woman take the lead in the past, he couldn't help but allow Cat the small privilege of showing how eager she was to continue having a dominant and submissive style sex life, if not entire relationship. He would punish her for trying to top him in here, of course, but then that was where the fun lay for them.

She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and pressed her lips to the tip, smelling her orgasm still fresh upon him. She felt his hand guide her face to look up at him, and he nodded, silently knowing she would understand. He groaned again as, with her eyes locked to his, she parted her lips and rolled her tongue around the swollen glands at the head of his semi-erect cock. Her lips parted further and she took more of him into her mouth while her tongue fluttered along the sensitive skin under the head of his cock. Her eyes drifted occasionally, but she always brought them back to him, and he pulled another pillow behind his back as he sat up straighter to watch her every movement.

Cat took note of every reaction Matteo made during her exploration of his cock as she cleaned it with her mouth and tongue. She tried to remember the spots that seemed more sensitive than others, and each little mark and vein. She relaxed her throat and took him as deeply as she could and gurgled a little as he hit the back of her throat and she tried to swallow around his girth.

"Oh, fuck, Kitten!" Matteo groaned and placed his hands on her head, twining them into her hair to guide her tempo as he wanted it. He felt her relax and go with his subtle movements. In time he pulled her head off his cock and pushed her further down and watched as she took first one then the other of his balls into her mouth. The whole time he hadn't had to use words to instruct her or guide her, they already knew each other intimately. This room was about a more and a very different dynamic where she would be obedient, and he would ensure her darker needs were met.

Matteo pulled her up to straddle his thighs and watched as she carefully sank onto his cock and rolled her hips. He picked up the strap from the bed where he had left it earlier and flicked it at her bouncing breasts.

Cat gasped and whimpered as the strap landed partially on an exposed nipple. She worked that much harder as she fucked him, and he flicked over her breasts not too hard but enough to leave long red stripes and rid her of most of the remaining wax. She felt the heat seep into her body and the tendrils of pain that radiated from her nipples spread out, helping her climb toward yet another huge climax.

Matteo dropped his hand and, taking careful aim, he spanked her with the strap, adding to the already red and bruised flesh of her ass. Cat whimpered and moaned, the combined sound once again coming out as a heated high-pitched purr as she rode him and ground down onto his cock. He alternated between the two areas and reached out to steady her as she arched hard, pushing down into him and shaking almost violently as she came again. The sight of her looking well used and trembling in ecstasy was enough for him to give into the milking muscles of her pussy. He came with her, pulling her down on top of him once her body had relaxed out of the hard arch, and he held her tightly, stroking her hair as she settled back down to earth along with him.

"I never knew it could be this good," she whispered. "Thank you," she stroked her hand over Matteo's chest as she lay there listening to his racing heartbeat slow.