Chapter 9

But then, Matteo stopped, he stopped torturing me just when I began to believe that he was going to be able to insert his penis into my flower without my having given him the authority to do so, although that didn't matter to me, because the truth was that my vaginal walls were screaming for him to do it once and for all, the truth was that he didn't, he simply moved away from me, and without caring that he had gotten too excited, just like me, he stopped to do what he was doing to just put his clothes back on.

He settled me on the bed, stopped lying on my back, and then got ready to sit down and put my breasts back into my bra and my top on top of them.

Matteo has finished dressing without even taking his eyes off me.

"That will be your punishment, as far as I know, there is no worse torture for a woman than being left wanting to have sex, right?" Matteo says as perversely as he was.

"I'm sorry... but I have no idea if that's true or not, I'm still a virgin" he confessed without further ado.

Matteo stares at me with one of his eyebrows raised in an expression of not believing me.

"You are 20 years old, and you are still a virgin? I don't believe you!" He says.

"Yeah, I am, I haven't been with a man yet, come on, who wants to be in bed with a nerd?" I tell him.

"Well, you're right about that, but you're not a nerd anymore, you can get into bed with the man you want, yes, don't do it while you're here, you know that I can even kill you and that man if they

I find in it, it is my home, and it is respected, understood? He says.

I nod in response.

"By the way, shower and get dressed, we have to go, so hurry up" says Matteo.

"As? But I don't even have an elegant dress to go to dinner" I tell Matteo, still feeling bad about what had happened.

"It's still too early, we're still in time to go buy one if you don't throw me a tantrum like this one again, you must promise me that you're going to behave well, you have to behave well, if you don't want me to punish more like this, have you understood?" Matteo says, sounding like he's quite the dictator.

"Yes, understood" I answer as if he were a soldier, refraining from having to answer everything as if he were a simple robot.

But the truth was that I did want to continue receiving more punishments like this.

I sit on the bed and then adjust my clothes to stand up and walk after Matteo.

We leave the house, and we get back in the car, but Matteo has asked the driver to take us to another shopping center, one that is much closer to the house, and one where people have never seen our scene of a couple involved in issues.

"You only have an hour to find the perfect dress for tonight, so you have to hurry," says Matteo as we stop in the middle of the mall hallway to talk.

"Aren't you coming with me?" I ask confused.

However, seeing Matteo take his wallet out of his pocket and hand me a credit card was the answer to my question.

"No, I have something else to go do, and I don't want to waste my time waiting for you to measure yourself a thousand and one dresses without knowing which one to choose, so, here's my credit card, you just have to put it on top of the data phone reader And that's it, I don't think

you're dumb enough not to know how to use a credit card, right?" Matteo says.

His comment made me feel like shit I wasn't that stupid to know how to use a credit card if my mother had given me one for my birthday last year, it was a credit card that I didn't use to go shopping at the mall and fill my closet with fine and elegant clothes like a normal girl would do, no nothing to do, I only used that card when I wanted to buy books, so yes, I did know what it was like using a credit card.

"Yeah, I'm not that dumb, who do you think? That I'm still living in the '80s? I tell Matteo, but I don't think my comment was the most appropriate because he immediately became serious, I don't know if he had gotten angry again, but if he had made a face my comment bothered him.

"Don't start, you already know what your punishments are like, rather go, time is running out, and we need to be on time for that business dinner, my partner doesn't like his guests to be late, I just hope you know how to choose well buy" says Matteo.

Matteo left without saying anything else, leaving me there alone, even thinking about the perfect opportunity I had to escape, go home, and take his credit card with me to spend all the money he had there to the point of declining the card.

However, something inside me did not let me do it, because as much as I wanted to be home, as much as I could just run out of the mall taking advantage of the fact that Matteo had trusted me, there was something in me that asked me not to do it. I don't know how to explain it, but instead of leaving the mall, my feet went the other way to start looking at which elegant dress store I was going to enter to get the perfect dress for tonight.

I go into the first dress shop that I find on the way, and once there, a girl receives me with the most pleasant kindness in the world willing to help me, and I allow her because I don't know anything about dresses.