my wrists, he held them behind my back and pushed into me as far as my body would allow.
“Do not come until I say.” His hips picked up speed, his grunts roaring in my ears.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything as he kept me completely immobile. A tingle started brewing in my toes.
“Come for me,” he demanded, slamming his hips against my ass.
The tingle heightened, traveling up the length of my body until it exploded into an electrifying release. I screamed his name, my body convulsing from the powerful orgasm.
“Again.” His movements turned rough, bordering on violent.
A gasp escaped me as his command set off another release. My body listened. Giving him the satisfaction of submission and control.
“Again,” he bellowed, pushing my lower body off the bed after each hard thrust.
I couldn’t. It hurt. God, did it ever hurt. But the sweet pain of his body giving me the pleasure it had never been allowed heated my skin.
“Come for me, little girl,” he growled in my ear. “Or next time, I’ll strap you down with a Hitachi Wand attached to your clit.”
My eyes widened.
“Ah yes. So it seems you know what that is. Defy me again and I’ll show you true pain. Now,” he smacked my ass. “Come!”
My body broke. But no sounds left my lips.
“I can feel your pussy gripping me. It’s milking my dick, beautiful girl. You make me so fucking hard.”
His dirty words wrapped around me, enhancing the intensity of my orgasm. But I still couldn’t scream.
“Hmm…your hungry cunt is sucking my dick. I’m imagining your mouth on me. Swallowing every inch of me.” He pulled my head back and wrapped his strong fingers around my throat. “I’m going to fuck every inch of you.” Releasing my neck, he gripped my ass and spread me open. His cock slid out of my core before the wet tip brushed over the tight hole at my rear.
At that point I moaned.
“No safeword yet?” he asked, challenging me.
I hadn’t even thought about it. To use the word would mean everything would stop. But I didn’t want it to. I needed him to push me. To see how far I could go before breaking.
Matteo rubbed himself over my center, up to my rear and back down. “Has anyone ever fucked this pretty ass before?”
“No.” I embraced the anticipation of what was about to happen.
“Safeword?”
“Santos.” I swallowed hard, my tongue thick.
“Did you want to use it?” He rubbed a thumb over the tight puckered opening.
“No.” I shivered.
“Are you sure?”
His question sent a flutter of fear racing through me. Not because I was scared of him. But because I knew I would enjoy it. “Yes.”
“Relax, sweet girl. I’ll only push you until you break. I’m sadistic but I’m not an asshole.” He kissed my cheek. “Not to you anyways.”
A small smile splayed on my lips.
“I love it when you smile for me.”
They were only for him. Every single smile I had in the past couple of hours were for him. “Sir,” I breathed when he pushed against my opening.
“Relax for me, Marketa. Let me in.” His hold on my hair tightened while he attempted to push into my body.
My breathing became deep and even, my body relaxing. I needed the pain like an addict needed their fix.
“That’s it, beautiful girl. Open your body to me.” His mouth trailed hot kisses on my upper back. “I know this sweet ass wants to be fucked, doesn’t it, Mae?”
“Yes. Please.” The words leaving my mouth were not my own.
Matteo pushed further, breaching past the barrier.
I swallowed a gasp, a slight twinge of pain erupting through me. “More,” I whispered through gritted teeth.
“I don’t want to tear you open,” he said, breathing heavy against my neck.
“Sir. Please.”
“Patience, sweet girl.” He pushed harder, sinking into my body. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
The pain burned through me, searing into my soul before spreading over me like a warm blanket.
Matteo linked our fingers and kept a firm grip on my hair. “I’m not going to last long,” he said between kisses on my neck.
“Come inside me,” I said. “Please.”
“Your body. So fucking hot.” He pulled out slowly, sending a ripple of pleasure racing down my spine.
“Oh God.”
He repeated his movements.
Slow. So very slow.
It was enough to drive me crazy. “Faster.”
“What the fuck did I tell you?”
“No. Please.” I sobbed. “I need…”
“What?” he growled, pushing my face onto the mattress. “What do you think you need?”
“You!” I cried. “Please. Harder.”
“You want me to fuck your ass, dirty girl?”
“God. Yes! Yes. Please.”