“Fuck. Marketa, stop. You do not need pain to get off. Your pussy is soaked for me and I haven’t hurt you.”
“But I want you to,” I pleaded. “I need it.”
In a rough move he wrapped a hand around my throat. “I’m going to tell you this only once. I’m a sadistic fuck. I get off on making women cry. Tears are my pleasure. But everything I do is because I was given consent. If I want to hurt you, and fuck me, I do, it will be because I want to. Not because you beg me like a fucking whore.”
“I’m not a whore.” I whimpered when his fingertips pushed into my jaw.
“No. You are not. But you want me to treat you like one, don’t you? You want me to fuck you like a dirty little slut while I smack your ass.”
My core clenched at the thought.
His fingers thrust into my body, stretching me, filling me. “Tell me you want to be treated like a slut. Like an animal begging at the tip of my dick for their next treat.” He pumped his fingers into me deep, inserting a forth. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” I cried out. “I want everything you have to give me.” I gripped the comforter in my hands, moving my hips to the deep thrusts of his fingers.
Matteo moved down the length of my body. “My sweet girl.” He blew hot air across my bare mound. “Once I’m through with you, you will no longer be sweet.” He covered my core, sucking my clit into his mouth.
I swallowed a gasp at the rough pulls, lifting my hips to meet the impact of his mouth.
“Pure. Fucking. Heaven,” he growled, licking his way into my body. With calloused hands, he gripped my ass, lifting my lower body off the bed. In a quick move, he flipped onto his back, holding me above him. “Ride my face. Show me what you want to do to my cock.”
“Oh God.” I threw my head back, my hips moving of their own accord. Grinding down onto his tongue, I imagined it was his full length filling me. Stretching me wide. Giving me the pleasure I had been craving for weeks. His murmurs and groans vibrated through me, enhancing the release brewing in my core. “Matteo. Oh dear…God!” I gasped. An explosion shattered through me, my vision fading in and out.
“Scream,” Matteo demanded, his tongue licking over my swollen clit.
His name left my lips, my muscles trembling and quaking through the hard release.
“Harder,” he growled, wrapping his arms around my middle. He moved me against him, helping me ride out the shock waves of the powerful orgasm.
Once my body calmed down, he released me with a wet sounding smack and kissed my inner thigh. “No pain, Mae.”
I sighed, crawling off of him when my legs were pulled out from under me. My face was shoved into the mattress, my knees spread apart by rough hands as a hot body towered over me.
The back of his fingers trailed down my spine, brushing lightly over the blackened rose tattoo on my back. I opened my mouth to tell him to ignore it. To not look at the ugliness marring my skin. I knew he would want to know the story behind it eventually but at this moment, I wanted him to erase the nightmares of my past.
Matteo’s hands move to my ass, digging into the flesh of my rear. He handled my body like it was made for him. Like he couldn’t get enough. He was rough. Determined. And I found myself giving him everything I had.
The phone rang, stopping Matteo from going any further. “Fuck,” he snarled.
“Ignore it,” I pleaded. “Please.”
“I can’t,” he kissed my tailbone. “It’s my work line. Shit.” His voice sounded strained. “Don’t move, Mae,” he ordered and rose from the bed. “Santos,” he said a moment later. “How the hell did you get this number?” He walked to the foot of the bed. The clank of a chain stirred through me. “What did I tell you, Maria?” He grabbed my foot and clicked a leather cuff around the ankle. “Next month. No sooner…it is next month…shit…fine…call Cathy and she’ll set up an appointment,” he said, all the while restraining me to his bed. “No. Call her. I’m fucking busy. And lose this number.” He disconnected the call and threw the phone on his dresser.