Page 59 of Tempting Tessa

“Do you trust me?” I ask, dangling the scarf between my fingers.

She hesitates, just for a heartbeat, then nods. “Yes.”

The simple word makes my chest tighten. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers. “Good girl.”

I fold the scarf carefully, then place it over her eyes, tying it securely behind her head. Not too tight—I want her comfortable, not in pain.

“Can you see anything?” I ask, waving my hand in front of her face.

She shakes her head. “No.”

I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “If you need me to stop, say Hades. Understand?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

I move off her, sitting back on my heels between her spread legs. I reach for the toy—that deep purple dildo she designed, almost the same size as my cock but with a wicked curve that hits all the right spots.

I run the smooth head of the purple toy along her slick folds, watching her body tense in anticipation. She can’t see what’s coming, and that’s exactly how I want it. The blindfold heightens everything—every touch, every sensation.

“You made this for women who don’t need men to get off,” I say, circling her entrance with the tip. “But I’m gonna show you that what you really need is me controlling this toy. Controlling your pleasure.”

I ease the first inch into her cunt, watching her mouth fall open in a silent gasp. She’s still sensitive from coming on my tongue, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to push her past her limits, make her surrender completely.

“Fuck,” she whimpers as I slide it deeper, the curved head dragging against her front wall.

“You like that, stellina?” I twist the toy slowly, watching her back arch off the bed. “Your pussy’s sucking it in like it’s starving.”

I work the dildo in and out, building a steady rhythm. Her hips start moving in sync with my thrusts, chasing the pleasure. I press the toy deeper, angling it to hit that spot that makes her thighs shake.

“Oh god,” she moans, hands fisting in the sheets.

“Not god, baby. Just me.” I lean down, my mouth at her ear. “Just your daddy making you feel good.”

Her pussy clenches around the toy at my words, and I know I’ve hit a nerve. I speed up my movements, fucking her harder with the Persephone while my thumb finds her clit.

“That’s it,” I growl as she writhes beneath me. “Take it. Show me how much you love getting fucked with your own creation.”

She’s panting now, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glow. I can tell she’s getting close again—her inner walls fluttering around the toy, her movements becoming more desperate.

“Please,” she begs, the word barely audible.

“Please what?” I demand, slowing down until she whines in frustration. “Use your words, Contessa.”

“Please don’t stop,” she gasps, hips bucking up. “I need—I need⁠—”

“You need to come?” I twist the toy, hitting a new angle that makes her cry out. “Not yet. First, tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

She bites her lip, stubborn even now. I pull the dildo almost all the way out, leaving just the tip teasing her entrance.

“You know what I want to hear,” I say, my voice low and dangerous.

“You,” she finally whispers, the admission dragged from somewhere deep inside her. “It belongs to you, Matteo.”

“That’s right.” I reward her by slamming the toy back in, setting a punishing pace that has her gasping for air. My cock is throbbing painfully, pre-cum leaking onto the sheets, but I don’t care. All I care about is making her fall apart completely.

“Look at you taking this dick so well,” I growl, watching her pussy stretch around the thick purple toy. “So fucking greedy for it.”

I angle the toy upward, making sure it hits her G-spot with every thrust. Her body is trembling, sweat glistening on her skin, her tits bouncing with each impact. I’m driving her higher and higher, watching her climb toward that peak.