wrapping his arms around me. “You have to promise me something.”
“Of course. What?”
“Promise me that if I get to be too much, you will use your safeword.”
“I can handle—”
“Promise me!” he snapped.
I jumped. “I promise.”
He relaxed against me, brushing his hand through my hair. “Good.” He sighed. “Good.”
“But I don’t think it’ll get to that,” I mumbled.
“Oh, little girl. I’m a sadist. You have no idea what I am capable of.”
The next morning, I woke curled around Matteo’s sleeping form. My body hurt. Ached in a delicious way I had never felt before. The beautiful pain roared through me, not ugly and brutal like before.
“Matteo?” I whispered, trailing a finger over his nipple.
His arm wrapped tighter around me but other than that, he didn’t stir.
What he had given me the night before, the many orgasms, the countless times he had taken me, I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Matteo slept soundlessly beside me. He wasn’t super model good looking. He was more. So much more. His bangs fell in his eyes, his scruff coating his jaw like speckles of sand. His full lips, lips I had tasted over and over again, were soft. Inviting.
Several tattoos graced his hard torso but one that stood out was Breathe, drawn in fancy script on his rib cage.
I grabbed the hand resting on his hard stomach and frowned. Tiny white scars marred his knuckles. I kissed them. What had he been through? Who did he fight?
My own demons nudged at my brain, trying to force their way to the surface. I pushed them down, swallowing past the lump in my throat.
Matteo turned his head to face me, his eyes remaining closed. His dark lashes fanned out of his strong cheekbones.
I kissed his mouth, inhaling the sweet scent of his breath. I could never repay him for what he had given me the night before. He was dominating in a way that took my breath but I found I needed it.
Thank you.
(Matteo)
I watched her leave. I watched her get dressed and head out of my bedroom without so much as a look-back. I shouldn’t be surprised. It was one night. A quick fuck. But it was so much more. It always had been since meeting her weeks ago.
The door closed, the sound making my heart jump.
She left. She actually fucking left.
My blood boiled, swimming through my veins like molten lava.
Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, letting my head fall in my hands.
Oh, Mae. Sweet girl. I am not even fucking close to being done with you yet.
If she thought differently, she was in for a surprise. I wanted to call her back. Text her and demand she spend the day with me. For whatever reason I couldn’t quite explain, I craved every piece of time with her. Every hour. Every minute. Every single second, I wanted it to be with Marketa.
The sounds of her pleasure still vibrated through me. Her submission, the ultimate desire to please me, made me hard. And fucking powerful.
The sadist in me roared to life, taking control of my actions. I had told her once I had her, there would be no turning back until she broke. And she did. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to mold her. Shape her. Break her down for the ultimate undoing. Give her the freedom from her demons that haunted her. I knew she had secrets she wasn’t ready to reveal. I knew because I had them myself.
“Let me touch you.”
Her words screamed in my head. All through the night, I had spent time inside of her beautiful body but not once did I let her touch me. I fucked her like a whore. Gave it to her like a dirty little slut that I knew she wasn’t. She was far from it. A lady. Who liked to be dominated and controlled.
A part of me needed her to touch me. To let her run her hands over my body. I wanted to bask in her warmth. Drown in her sweetness and never come up for air. I wanted her to control me.
“Fuck.” What the hell was wrong with me?
“Oh, little boy. You’re going to give me what I like aren’t you?”
“Shit.” My heart raced, my palms becoming sweaty.
“That’s it. Open your sweet body, pet. Give him that tight little hole.”
“Shut up!” I screamed, pounding my fists against the side of my head.
“Don’t disappoint me, Matteo. You wouldn’t want me to run to your daddy now would you? What would