“You’re safe. With me. As long as we are together, you are safe,” I told him. “Safe,” I repeated that word, trying my hardest to convince him that I would never hurt him. I was his family. I would be there for him no matter what. Whatever happened with his father, whatever happened with Morgan, Matteo would always have me.
His mouth covered mine, his hands massaged and kneaded. The passion ensnared us, binding us in a rope of love and desperation. His grunts. My whimpers. I deepened the kiss until all I tasted, all I breathed was him.
This was what made us work. Never in my whole life had I felt so connected to another person. I knew every inch of Matteo. I had him engrained in my mind. In my soul. I memorized him. I knew what he liked. What made him tick. What made him open to me in ways that scared him. Well I was scared too. He had a permanent grip on my heart and with one twist, one wrong move and it would break into tiny pieces of utter defeat. Only he could destroy the barrier I had worked so hard at building over the years.
“Stop thinking, pet.” Matteo held me tight against him. “Stay with me. Focus on the here and now.”
“I’m trying,” I whimpered, tilting my hips.
“Look at me, beautiful girl,” he coaxed.
I wanted to kiss him and swallow the sounds of pleasure leaving his lips. But I couldn’t. I was captivated by the darkness hidden behind his eyes.
“Keep looking at me,” he demanded. “Watch my face as we please each other. Don’t look away, pet.”
We worked up a rhythm that threw us both over the edge into an ocean of wonderful bliss.
I cried out his name, ecstasy crashing into me like that of a tidal wave.
He grunted, satisfied that he was giving me the pleasure he knew I craved. “That’s it, pet. Show your Master what it is that you want.”
Matteo’s words washed over me, tickling my skin.
Master.
That one word. Two syllables. It meant so much more than what I could imagine. “Master,” I whispered.
“That’s right.” He kissed me slowly. “Let me be the one to truly dominate you.”
“Yes,” I answered automatically.
“Let me be the man who knows what you crave. Who owns you. Who gives you the freedom to close off your mind and just be.”
“Please.”
“Let me.”
“Yes. Oh yes,” I screamed, an explosion erupting through me, hitting me fast and hard.
Matteo sped up his hips, jumping off the cliff of pleasure right along with me.
When our erratic breathing calmed, we didn’t let go of each other. No talking but feeling while we stayed connected.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips caressing the shell of my ear. “I don’t deserve you but I will do everything I can to keep you. I’m sorry. For everything.”
I shut him up with a kiss, not needing to hear any more. “I love you. You love me. Help me be the submissive you need.”
“And I’ll be the Dominant that you need.”
“You already are.” I kissed his face. “Be my Master. Please.”
He brushed a hand over my forehead, pushing my bangs out of my eyes. “You want that? You trust me enough to give yourself to me? Even for a little bit at a time?”
“Yes.” I didn’t know why or how but everything changed. In a matter of minutes, as soon as he mentioned being my Master, I could feel myself submitting completely. It was what I had wanted all along. I realized it now. I needed his control. I needed him to take over my mind. With everything that had been going on, I needed it now more than ever.
“I love you,’ he said again.
“I love you.” I hugged him, wrapping my body around him. “You are safe, my love.”
He nodded. “And you are safe with me. No matter what happens. Please remember that.”
“Can we do this?” I asked, not wanting to move from this tender moment.
“I don’t know.” He righted his pants and kissed me again. “But I am stubborn. We will make this work.”
“Good.”
Matteo
“What if he doesn’t like me?” Mae asked as we stepped into the elevator.
“I don’t care what my father thinks.” Which was a lie. I had tried so hard throughout the years to impress the man but nothing fucking worked. If he wouldn’t have been judged, he no doubt would have given me away. I had blamed my mom at times. Demanding why she