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"Please, Matteo," I whine, my voice breaking with desperation. He’s a goddamn tease, a maestro conducting anorchestra of sensations designed to keep me hanging on the edge.

"Not yet, Princess," he denies me again, his voice thick with control. The dildo finds its home deep within me, held fast by his unyielding grip. Then, without warning, his flesh pushes into my core, filling me up in ways that test the limits of my sanity.

"Fuck," escapes me as the raw intensity of being so completely claimed by Matteo shatters every thought. He moves with a precision that ignites every nerve, his dick and the dildo moving in a synchrony that leaves no part of me untouched, unclaimed.

The world narrows down to the point of connection between us, where power and lust collide. Every thrust is a brand, every moan a surrender to the man who rules with iron fists and a heart that beats in sync with my own. Here, in the shadows of our dark desires, Matteo Ricci isn't just a name whispered in fear; he's my lover, my tormentor, my everything.

Heat coils tighter at my core, the world narrowing down to the relentless rhythm Matteo sets. My breath comes in sharp gasps, each one a plea for release. Tension builds like a storm within me, pressure mounting with every push and pull of flesh and silicone.

"Matteo," I pant, my voice edged with frantic need. The room fades, swallowed by the dark crescendo of pleasure that threatens to consume me whole.

And then it hits—a cataclysmic wave of sensation that tears through me, raw and all-consuming. My muscles clamp down hard, squeezing his dick mercilessly as the dildoremains trapped inside me by the vice-like grip of my body. My vision blurs, stars exploding behind closed eyelids, every cell ignited by the inferno he's stoked within me.

"That’s it, Princess, grip me tight," Matteo growls from above me, his voice a dark melody laced with approval and lust. His hand descends, fingers finding my clit with practiced ease, circling the sensitive nub as my orgasm ebbs away. He doesn't pause, doesn't relent—instead, he draws back only to slam into me harder, faster.

"Please," I whimper, the word barely a breath, but Matteo hears it as clear as a gunshot. His free hand anchors me to him, holding the dildo in place as if claiming every inch of me for himself. His movements are relentless, a testament to his insatiable hunger, his need to possess me utterly.

"Not yet, Princess," he commands, his hand working me over with increased fervor. I'm climbing again, ascending rapidly toward another peak under his unyielding touch.

"I’m not gonna last," I admit, the words torn from my throat by the sheer force of what he’s doing to me. But he wants me there, on the precipice, because that's where he likes me best—completely at his mercy.

"Now," he orders, a pinch to my clit sending me spiraling into oblivion once more. Pleasure blinds me, erasing everything but the feel of Matteo inside me, around me, consuming me. It's a dark abyss, and I fall willingly, lost in the savage ballet of our bodies intertwined amidst the shadows of our twisted love.

"Fuck, Princess, you milk my dick so well," Matteo's voice is a growl of primal satisfaction. His body stiffens, every muscle taut and straining as he spills himself into me. He's abeast claiming his territory, and I am the conquered land, lush and yielding beneath him.

I'm drenched in sweat, and my skin prickles with the intensity of our coupling. Matteo collapses momentarily over me, his breath hot against my spine. His lips plant a possessive kiss on my slick back, marking me in ways invisible to the eye but scorched into my very essence. "Told you it wasn’t a bow on my dick," he chuckles, the sound dark and smug.

Withdrawing from me, he removes the dildo with a lewd pop that echoes obscenely in the silence following our storm. A sharp smack lands on my ass, and it's Matteo's seal of approval, leaving a sting that fades to a throb of yearning for more of his brand of affection.

"Come on, Princess." His tone is lighter now, playful even amidst the darkness that clings to his aura. "Let me run you a bath so you can fall asleep and snore the house down."

The End