I can’t believe he’s really asking me this! It’s embarrassing. What does he expect me to say? That I’m going to touch myself?
“You cannot touch yourself, Millie. This is a punishment for a reason. Stay put. What did I tell you about your hands?”
I groan out of frustration, but I don’t want to challenge him anymore. I know that the more I defy him, the more he’ll make me suffer.
I pin my hand to my side. I clench it to ensure I won’t attempt to touch myself.
He pinches my nipples again, hard. I jerk in response to the sensation. Gosh, I want to feel something in my womanhood.
“Gio…” I say, unable to bear the desire any longer. “Please…” I look up at him and see him gazing at me. I don’t care about the embarrassment anymore. Right now, I really need him.
“What?”
I never imagined him to have this teasing side. Whenever I see him, he’s always serious, so I never expected him to be playful. This is a whole new side of Gio Locatelli.
“Please, touch me. I need you to touch me there.” My hand moves involuntarily, and I unconsciously guide his hand over my panties. Despite the barrier, I moan loudly when I feel Gio’s hand.
I lean against his chest and arch my back. If I was sensitive before, my body is even more responsive now. He hasn’t done much, but I’m overstimulated. With just a slight touch, it feels like I’m on the brink of ecstasy.
“Stay still, Millie.”
Just as he did with my nightdress, he tears off my panties.
My breathing quickens to the point where I can feel my chest rising and falling rapidly.
I watch his hand, which is now situated between my thighs. He gently touches the sides of my folds. When I least expect it, I feel his finger at my entrance.
“Ohh-” I almost choke on my own saliva. I can’t even moan properly.
I grip Gio’s arm, and my nails dig into his skin.
“Ahh… ahhh…”
His hand’s movements gradually quickened in my womanhood. I felt like I was convulsing, as Gio’s expert touch ignited a whirlwind of sensations.
“You’re so wet,” he remarked, increasing the intensity of his play.
I tensed up when Gio suddenly thrust his finger inside me, and he had to hold me still as I squirmed.
“I told you to stop moving or I’m going to stop this.”
My nails dug deeper into him. I knew I might be hurting him, but Gio never complained.
Gio buried his face in my neck, and I felt his teeth nipping at me. I couldn’t sit still because of what I was feeling.
“Z-Gio, I think I’m going to-ahh!”
“Don’t cum,” he ordered. “Not until I tell you that you can cum, you cannot cum, Millie.”
I wanted to cry. I couldn’t defy him because I had no idea what he might do if I didn’t obey.
I curled my toes, desperately trying not to surrender to the waves of spasms caused by the stimulation.
“I can’t,” I cried. “Please, please, let me cum.”
In the end, I couldn’t hold back.
I almost scratched Gio with what he was doing. His finger was deep inside me, and its vigorous movements were not helping either.
“Gio-”
“Cum.”
With that single word, I allowed myself to succumb to pleasure, letting the orgasm wash over me and spill onto his hands. I curled my toes again due to the tremors that the release, and his finger, left.
My body slumped against his chest, and I couldn’t move properly.
He raised his hand, which was just inside me moments ago. I followed it, watching as he licked his finger.
“Splendid.”
I couldn’t react anymore because, aside from trying to catch my breath, I had no strength left. I wanted to clean myself up, but I didn’t think I could manage that.
Gio laid me down on the bed and covered me with a duvet because I was completely bare.
Something urged me to close my eyes and sleep, but I didn’t want to sleep yet.
I noticed the bulge in the middle of Gio’s sweatpants.
“Gio… you are hard-”
“I know,” he cut me off. “But I don’t want to have sex with someone who’s almost half-asleep. It will just feel like I am fucking a zombie. We can have sex some other time.”
Gio left the bed. I closed my eyes, thinking that’s how the night would end, but then I felt someone cleansing my body.
I opened my eyes again and quietly observed Gio, who was taking care of me.
He also got me a fresh nightdress and helped me put it on.
I just stared at him, still unable to find the strength to speak.
After he finished with all the aftercare, he laid me down again and covered me with a duvet.
“Don’t do that again, Millie,” he said in a soft voice.
Do what? I wanted to ask, but all I could manage was a nod.
“Don’t defy me again so you wouldn’t put your life in danger, understood?”
I nodded weakly and slowly closed my eyes.
“Go to sleep.”
I didn’t know what happened next because I was completely overtaken by exhaustion, sinking into deep slumber.
~*~
I woke up early, but Gio had already risen even earlier. When I woke up, he wasn’t by my side. I got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up and do my morning routine.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed a reddish mark on my neck and a few bite marks that I assumed were from Gio’s actions last night.
Last night. Suddenly, all the details came rushing back. From the way Gio teased my nipples to how passionately he played with me. My face flushed, and I couldn’t deny the intense heat that washed over me. I washed my face again, almost submerging it in the sink out of embarrassment for what happened last night. I pleaded with Gio. I almost touched myself. I felt like a different person, almost unrecognizable to myself.
“You’re such a fool, Millie,” I whispered to myself.
I finished up in the bathroom and emerged. I went to my walk-in closet, struggling to find something to wear that would cover the marks on my neck. I settled for a turtleneck, even though it was sweltering outside. Afterward, I headed down to the first floor.
At first, I thought I wouldn’t catch Gio, but when I entered the living room, there he was. He was signing some documents, but he was here! It was rare for me to see him in the morning. He usually left for work right away.
“Good morning.” At first, I hesitated to greet him, but I gave in.
Gio turned to look at me. He was already dressed and ready to leave for the office.
“Morning.” He got up from his seat and walked towards the dining area. I followed him, and we ate together in silence.
We ate breakfast together peacefully. “Can we always do this?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” He didn’t look at me, but I knew he was listening.
“Eat breakfast together all the time.” We already had dinner together most of the time. He would always let me know if he couldn’t make it home, and I understood. What mattered to me was that Gio was making an effort to be with me whenever he could.
“I can’t promise you always, but we’ll see.”
I was satisfied with his answer. It might not be every day, but at least we could have breakfast together when time allowed.