Chapter 31: Exciting domination.

"Turn on your back"

"I..." She starts to protest, but Matteo arches his eyebrow shutting her up. She sighs and moves on the couch. Likewise, she sits on her knees. The alpha analyzes her slender silhouette, her rounded hips and soft buttocks, resisting the urge to attack her at once, he was going to make her reach her limit. Then he drags one end of the belt down her spine, from the nape of her neck to her waistline. A trail of raised pores is left behind. "Matteo..." Oliva moans with her eyes closed, cursing herself internally for being so sensitive without at least being stimulated directly.

"Give me your hands," Matteo commands softly and she puts her arms back, he gathers her wrists with his belt, tying them together with a little difficulty. He makes her arms useless and helps her turn around again. She sits up and looks down at him, her countenance upset like that of an Omega in heat, even though she is not in it. "Spread your legs, Oliva." She breathes noisily and spreads her knees apart, leaving her soaked intimacy visible again. Matteo runs his tongue across his lips and leans over her, grabbing an ice cube.

"If I wasn't in such a mood, I would have kicked your sack by now, because you..." Matteo shushes her as he presses the ice between her breasts. The girl's shoulders shrug in a visible shiver and she moans in disapproval at the contact with the low temperature.

However, she does not pull away. Thus, he gropes her breast with his free hand. Matteo holds it and runs the ice stone over her nipple, hardening it. She squirms, arches her back on the backrest of the sofa, and tries to pull away from the sweet torture, but he stops her. Matteo moves closer, levels his mouth with her breasts, and releases his warm breath against her cold nipple. She reacts immediately, bumping her knees against the boy's waist, circling his body with her legs, pulling his hips against hers, and makes his stiff penis rub against her moist sex.

The sensation explodes inside Matteo, turning him inside out. The boy lets out an uncontrolled growl and presses the length of his erection against Oliva's bare sex with a lapse of consciousness. He stimulates her swollen, hot clit with his glans and she squirms again, spreading her leg space wider, totally surrendered. The alpha continues to torture her like ice cubes, running it across her nipple.

Matteo alternates hot and cold and she tries to let go of his hands, agonizingly.

"Matteo..." Oliva dictates in a shaky voice and he does the same with her other nipple, alternating bites and licks, sucking it after rubbing the ice on the surface. Matteo raises his eyes to hers, blurred with pleasure. Matteo puts the rest of the ice in his mouth, melting it on his tongue, and watches her, mercilessly. He holds his penis in one hand and rubs it across the length of Oliva's sex, sliding the glans to her entrance, threatening to force it, without actually doing so. "Matteo..." That's when he brings his icy fingers to her clit, stimulating her with his thumb.

"Matteo... I..." Oliva shudders at the height of her agony.

"You...?" He whispers. Oliva does not respond and he narrows his eyes. Matteo continues to stimulate her clit with his icy thumb and slides the glans again at her entrance. She thrusts her hips forward, indicating what she wants, but he tilts his head and smiles lewdly, avoiding penetration. "Do you...?" Oliva remains silent, breathing shallowly. Matteo frowns and raises his hands in the air, spreading both hands violently on her thighs, holding them. She arches her back and he rubs his rigid member against her sex one last time.

"P-please... *oh, please...*" Oliva moans softly, almost torn.

"I couldn't hear you right."

"Please, Matty... I can't take it anymore." Oliva mutters so bewildered that she doesn't even realize she called him by the nickname she gave him when they were children. Matteo is surprised and extremely more aroused than before upon hearing Oliva's weak, failing voice. "I want your cock in me, now. Please."

Matteo sighs heavily. That was the song he had wanted to hear for many months.

The alpha bites his lower lip and implements all the strength he has kept for so long to sink into his hips and forces the swollen glans with some difficulty into his entrance, invading it all at once in an act driven by my state of wildness. The animalistic, scratchy moan that wells up in Matteo's throat is equivalent to the whimpers she emits, her legs trembling, her eyes closed and her frown furrowed. The inner walls of her soaked and hot Oliva sex strangle Matteo's penis and give him the sensation that almost makes him spur her immediately.

Matteo feels the contractions of Oliva's sex and his member, taut and wiry, pulses even more vigorously inside her. The smells seem to intensify now, to an unbearable level, making them choke.

It is the smell of sex. And it rumbles inside them like another spark to smother them in a blur of excitement. Oliva was stealing all the sanity from Matteo that prevents him from acting like a human being. Now he was just a wolf who just ponders fucking and teasing until he lost his senses.

Matteo couldn't even put words together to say how hot she is, or how much he wanted to cum on her.

And Oliva is not in a much better state than he is. She sees in his eyes the flickering waves of arousal in her trembling, shivering body, in the dilated, almost blackened eyes as her eyelids open and searches Matteo's face, in the strong breath she exhales and in the gusto she shows as she moves her shoulders, with her wrists still tied behind her back. And it is Oliva who moves her hips under his, being tortured by the desire imprinted in her expression that arouses another instinct in Matteo, who feels his face burn.

Matteo melts deeper into her sex, until he fills her completely, rolling his eyes as he does so. The alpha feels his gums itch and burn, feels the metallic taste on his tongue, and the sharp canine's point in his mouth. He runs his tongue over one corner of his lip to keep the saliva from escaping and sinks his face into the curve of her neck, which doesn't help him, because her smell is irresistible. The pleasure that hits him now numbs him and knocks him out. Matteo takes his hands and holds Oliva's knees to further open the free passage at her entrance, and he goes deep inside her with a wet slap. He strokes once, twice, in an impatient but slow rhythm. Oliva doesn't even notice when he begins to tremble.

"Go faster..." She moans nefariously. "I want more of your stick fucking me hot."

What Alpha needs a rut upon hearing that?

"Is that what you want?"

Matteo locks his jaw and a growl resounds uncontrollably in his throat, in a state of dominance and brutality, he thrusts hard into her and holds her by the hips. The alpha sinks his fingers into her skin and marks her with his short nails, leaving red welts that are likely to leave marks, raw and deep. Matteo felt nothing but thirst and pleasure. A hard-on that spread like waves that spread down the boy's spine, in a line that breaks out in heavy shivers on his skin. So he all the more effectively, listening to her disconnected whimpers and snapping his skin on her clit so often it makes her convulse.

Matteo's penis enters and exits Oliva's wet, hot, tight cavity at an increasing speed. She seems to willingly accept how much he abuses her and reddens her entrance as he strokes her so violently. Each vein pulsing in the boy's length brings him closer to a powerful orgasm, and he can only ponder thrusting deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Then he shoves every inch of his cock into her and slides in her intoxicating lubrication, until he slams his balls into her buttocks, wetting them with the same liquid that lubricates her. They fuck so hard that Oliva feels like she is about to lose consciousness. And, damn, she wanted to feel more of that every second.

That's when Matteo feels her twitching around him, strangling more of the cock inside her.

"'Oh, shit. You are insanely delicious." Matteo flinches and whispers against the young woman's neck. " Holy fuck..."

"Matty..." Oliva feels her body combust, her mouth just letting out disconnected moans, glazed over in all the anxiety of her latent pleasure. She wanted more of that torture, wanted every drop of his arousal.

Matteo placed his lips against the young woman's collarbone and maintained the frantic pace of the penetration. The damned smell of mint intrudes into Matteo's senses and intoxicates him. Matteo bites his lips so hard that he can feel the blood spreading between his mouth. Oliva felt the impact of the fuck so strongly that his rib cage could not stand the tension and he could barely breathe. That's when Matteo grazes his sharp teeth on the base of Oliva's neck who was so intoxicated and inert in those sensations that, her reaction is to open up more space for him to do so. To mark her as his Omega.

Immersed Oliva felt like her body might explode and only considered letting him do more of whatever it took to get her to cum.

It's only a close call. He almost does.

A lapse of reason reminds him that he couldn't do that without consent. It would be a devastating breach of trust, especially now that he had come this far.

Matteo pushes away the dangerous reverie inside him, ignoring the instincts of the wild wolf. The taste of blood mingles with the sweat on his skin as he runs his tongue over her sensitive neck, the smell of sex dominates the room, the urge to fuck and cum growing even more in his crotch, with an insane tingle. Matteo desperately wanted to cum inside her. So he thrusts in and out of her with even more brutality, slamming his hips against hers, pounding his wet balls into her buttocks, feeling her pulsing over him.

"I just want to come, Matteo...*make me come now!*"

She twitches once more around the head of his cock and a growl rips down his throat, which penetrates her deeply, contracting her buttocks to go deep into him one last time. Oliva lay motionless with her aching wrists bound behind her back, her pelvis moving in a mad, desperate frenzy. Her eyes rolled as if she were possessed. Her moans became loud and her legs trembled and it seemed as if a gust of wind had entered that stuffy room, and then she let out a hoarse scream for finally expelling all the spasms and the rest of the liquid of her enjoyment.

Matteo withdraws from her a second before sinking down along with Oliva. He uses one hand to jerk the drenched length of the phallus, feeling it pulsate with energy, shuddering. Soon, gushing every drop of semen over Oliva's pussy, wetting her even more.

The alpha watches her as he did so, the ecstasy of Oliva receiving hot, slimy cum over her vagina made her spasm once again as she squirmed. Without even being able to control herself, Oliva pulls her arms so hard that the leather belt breaks in a desperate snap, and the girl brings her hands to her wet pussy, sliding her fingers into a quick and violent masturbation.

Then amidst the moans and desperation, Oliva cums once again in his hands. While Matteo watched dumbfounded and ecstatic, enjoying the sight that prolonged his pleasure.