Don't say a word

DEIRDRE

Struggling to come down from Matteo's shoulder, which became possible once we stepped indoors, I turned to stare at him. He turned his back to me before facing me.

"Do you really mean what you said, Deirdre? You don't make dirty jokes like that in the presence of many people."

"I-I..." I stuttered, my heart beating wildly as he approached, undoing the top button of his shirt.

"Do you?" he asked, with narrowed eyes.

I nodded, unable to find the right words, as my throat suddenly felt dry from staring at his chest.

"You want to be humiliated, Deirdre, even though I don't have the right tools here to do that. But I would be kind enough to show you the best humiliation you can get if you let me," Matteo said, his voice taking on a professional tone.

The way he said it made it sound like something one might want to do every day.

It was my dark fantasy, and it could be painful, or so I'd heard when I confided in Kelsey, my best friend, who was the only one who knew. Now, the world k