Chapter 4

WARNING:- sexual content.

Do not read if you're not comfortable with it. Please. Jean's P. O. V

The driver dropped me off at the airport. Matteo's men led me to the private plane, also making sure that I won't go anywhere. I sighed, as if I have an option to run. I was nothing but silent the whole time.

I took my steps towards the plane, my eyes getting watery again. I stopped in my tracks towards the last step upon entering the plane. This is it, I thought. I took a deep breath and took the step of no return.

I see Matteo is in one of the seats of the plane on a phone call. It was just him there and a flight attendant who is busy organizing everything on the plane. I just stood there not knowing where to go.

I don't know if I should sit beside him or go elsewhere. I chose the latter. I took a seat on the far back of the plane and let the luxurious seats give me the comfort that I need. Matteo's men were the ones who took care of my suitcases and bags for the trip. I just decided to stare at the window and let my mind wander off to not let myself overthink.

Overthinking is a disease of mine. I overthink too much that I get so easily lost in my head that I do not know what reality is anymore. I try to hide this trait of mine with my extroverted facade because ever since I have been regarded as the "perfect one". That Jean that they know of who is nice to everyone, pretty, smart, and rich.

I was only vulnerable to Matteo because he used to be the only one whom I trust the most. But now, I am really not sure what I should do with him.

Despite the intention of not letting my mind wander off, I eventually did, that I didn't notice that we were already flying midair. I observed the clouds and the skyscrapers below me.

I will miss being here. This place was basically my whole life and I am having my last goodbye with it. I sighed and the restlessness from my anxieties last night took over me and helped me sleep through the flight.

Hours later, I woke up and we were still on the plane. I noticed Matteo was sitting on the seat in front of me. He was just there staring at me, observing me. I stared back at him and not knowing what to do. Should I ask him why he was staring at me? Should I say hi? Or should I ask, "Hey, what made you such an asshole?"

"Took you long enough to wake up. Get up, I'm bored." He said in an ordering tone.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, getting confused again by his tactics. He sighed in annoyance and patted his thighs, signaling me to sit on his lap.

"What? No. There are other people here, Matt," I stated, feeling uncomfortable by his demands.

I can see in his eyes that he was about to get angry and pulled forcefully me onto his lap. My lips let out a small whimper, getting really uncomfortable with the situation. His hands slowly went up and down my thigh, squeezing it whenever his hands get near my crotch. "How many times do I have to tell you to just do as I say, amore mio?" he whispered onto my ear and nibbled my earlobe.

"Matt, I'm not comfortable with this, please stop. There are other people here," I pleaded, trying to push his hand away from my thighs. He inhaled sharply and grabbed both of my hands using his other hand and locked them both behind me, making me more helpless.

"Baby, I'll touch you whenever I want to, wherever I want to. I don't care if there are other people or not. Your body exists to please me whenever I want to." he said under his breath as his hand slid under my blouse, climbing up unto my breasts and lightly massaged them, "But if it's more privacy you ask, I'll be happy to oblige."

He suddenly lifted me bridal style, carrying me across the plane, and entered a bedroom which I did not know existed in the first place. He dropped my body onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He used his leg to push my legs apart, giving him access to my private area. I tried to keep my legs close but he is just too strong.

His lips were all over my neck, his hands unbuttoning my blouse one-by-one and stopped when it is halfway unbuttoned. He harshly pulled my hair, pulling my upper body up, and stood beside the bed. My blouse is loose and hanging onto my arms as well as the straps of my bra.

"Have anyone else touched you besides me, amore mio?" Matteo asks, his pointing finger lifting my chin up to look at him. I shook my head no, "I have always been faithful to you, Matteo."

"Good girl." He smirked and start unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, trying to pull away from his grasp but his hands on my hair are keeping my head in place. "No Matt, please stop. I don't know how to do that. I can't do that. Please, no."

"I'll teach you, baby. Now be a good girl and please your fiancé," He instructed pulling his dick out. I swallowed as I observed the enormous penis in front of me. He pulled my head closer to his crotch. I kept my lips closed tight, trying to fight him.

"Stop being such a," he said and pulled my hair harshly that I yelped out. "Bitch." He took the opportunity and slid his dick into my mouth, hitting my throat, triggering my gag reflex. I tried to push him away with my hands but he is just too strong that he didn't even budge an inch. He controlled the movement of my head as my mouth covered his dick. "Play with it with your tongue."

I did not react to his instructions and just let him do as he pleases but this angered him even more. "Damn it, Jean. I swear if you don't make me cum I will fuck you in your ass until you bleed right now!"

Anal sex terrifies me. His threat made me oblige. I played with his dick as it is in my mouth. I tried to replicate how they do it in pornography videos. My handheld the bottom part of his dick and removed his dick from my mouth and played with the tip.

My tongue licking every inch of it. I looked up into his eyes as I played with it. He lifts his chin and closes his eyes in pleasure. "Yes, baby. That's it. Be a good girl for me." He moaned and pulled my head back into his dick, bobbing my head up and down harshly that his dick keeps on hitting my throat. I am on the verge of throwing up and losing my breath.

I tried to push him a little, asking for him to give me some time to breathe in which he obliged, and not less than a second after, pushed his dick back into my mouth. Minutes later, I can feel his dick twitching and felt liquid get released onto my throat. "You're good for the first time, il mi amore. Are you sure it's your first?" He asked and I nodded.

"Such a good girl," he smirked patting my head as if I am some dog. "For that, I will reward you. Lay on the bed."

"No, Matt. I'm not ready for that yet. I gave you what you want. Please understand," I begged.

He chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't fuck you yet. I'll just please you. So Jean, for fuck's sake, lay on the damn bed now while I'm being patient for your dramatic ass."

I sighed and obliged. He lowered his head in between my legs and undo my pants, sliding it down my thighs. "You smell good, doll." He remarked and started pulling my panties down, my breath hitched, and tried to close my legs but he pushed it, even more, open apart.

His finger grazed the lips of my pussy and brought it into his lips. "Mmm, so wet already," he said and brought his tongue over my pussy. My tensed body calmed down at the touch and let go. He's being gentle, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. It's still the man I love anyway.

His tongue is playing with my clit and I felt him slowly slid his finger in me. My back is arching nonstop from the newfound pleasure I have discovered. I have never touched myself before and all of these sensations are new to me. "So tight for me, baby."

His finger is pumping in my vagina in and out at an average speed and his tongue keeps on playing with my clit, sucking on it. "Matteo, mmm," I moaned out.

He slid another finger in me, adding a hint of pain because I am too tight to even have at least two fingers in me. What even more if it's his enormous dick that is in there?

I felt my breaths go faster and the tone of my moans higher as I feel something on the pit of my stomach. My toes curled and let go, feeling a short span of high. Matteo planted a kiss on my inner thighs and looked into my eyes, licking his lips. "Yum," he said and his lips formed a smirk,

We suddenly heard a knock on the door and the voice of the flight attended called out, "Sir, we are now about to arrive in Milan."

Matteo picked up my clothes from the floor and threw it on me. "Fix yourself and get out as soon as possible," he instructed and left the room, leaving me alone on the bed.

Guess, this will be my every day from now on. Left alone on the bed after being used.