Matteo pulled me to my knees, keeping his hand pressed against my face. “I wish you could see your ass right now.” He pulled out. “Nice and red and I haven’t even begun yet.”
I panted, gripping the sheets tight in my hands. Something warm and velvety soft moved over my core, up to my tailbone.
His tongue. Holy. Shit.
It swept over my lower body, leaving me trembling and aching for more.
“So fucking divine.” His tongue ran over me again, thrusting deep into a part of me that had never been given to another man. He wrapped his arm around my middle, licking, sucking, biting the sensitive area until I was shaking.
“Hmm…” His moan vibrated through me. “Come for me.” His mouth moved from the tight rim to my core, back up and then down. Up. Down. Up.
My legs shook. “Matteo,” I screamed, shattering around him.
“That’s it. Again.” His mouth didn’t let up, his tongue slipping in and out of my trembling body.
“Oh dear God!” I broke. Again.
Matteo sunk his teeth into the flesh of my ass before rising to his full height. Pushing his way back into my body, his hips slammed hard against me. “Finger your pussy, girl. Feel how wet I make you. That dirty little whore inside of you loves me fucking your ass.”
His words turned me on, pulling the pleasure from within.
I reached between us, slipping two fingers inside of my body before cupping his heavy sac.
He groaned, deepening his thrusts. “Make me smell like you.”
I repeated my movements, coating his heavy sac with my arousal.
His balls slammed against my pussy, the hard rough thrusts of him fucking me. A tingle started in my toes, spread up my legs and reached my core before bursting into light. Spots danced in my vision.
“Scream.” His landed hard against the cheek of my ass. “Come. Make this tight little hole suck an orgasm out of me. Come. Now!”
I screamed, my throat going raw.
“Louder. Make my ears ring from your screams,” he demanded, thrusting once and then twice before he roared. “Fuck!” he bellowed, my name leaving his lips. His cock pumped inside of me, swelling and pulsing out his release. He pushed hard, forcing me onto my stomach.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done. I sobbed out a cry, my body shaking. My muscles twitched, my limbs vibrating.
Matteo slid out of my body, releasing me completely and rose from the bed. He unshackled the chains restraining me to his bed. They fell to the ground with a thump, making my heart jump.
“Sir,” I said, watching him over my shoulder.
He didn’t say anything. He pulled off his pants, his hard body glistening with sweat. Wrapping his fingers around my ankles, his mouth turned into a thin line.
I followed his gaze. The skin around my ankles was red, it stinging slightly under his touch.
“Can you stand?” he asked, his voice rough. Something dark flashed in his eyes.
I rose from the bed on shaky legs. Every part of me hurt. I ached. Throbbed with memories of him being inside of me.
“Let’s take a bath,” he said, the heat in his eyes burning through me. He grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles.
The sweet moment made my heart flutter.
Sadistic Matteo no longer existed as he walked me to his bathroom, keeping my hand in his. When we reached a large claw bathtub, he turned on the water, not letting go of me the whole time.
“Matteo?” I questioned, wondering where he went.
“Get in the tub.” Not waiting for me to respond or do as I was told, he lifted me and stepped into the large basin. He lowered us into the tub and grabbed a cloth. “Sit on the other side.”
I did as he said, sitting across from him.
Matteo grabbed my foot, brushing the cloth gently over my ankle. “I broke your skin.”
“The leather did,” I corrected.
His gaze shot to mine. “I broke your skin,” he repeated.
I nodded slowly. “It’s okay.”
“Is it?”
“I didn’t use my safeword, Matteo. My ankles will heal.”
“Not the point.” His face hardened.
“What is the point then?”
“The point is I want to do it again. I want your skin red. I want to hurt you, Mae. I want to whip your body until you’re covered with my marks.”
We had established this already. “I know.” I pulled out of his grip and closed the distance between us. Kissing him softly on the lips, I sat between his bent knees.
Matteo brushed his nose along the side of my neck,