Master introduced me to BDSM, he unleashed the masochist inside of me in a controlled and consensual way. I learned, thanks to him, that enjoying some pain with my kink, is okay.”
“She has been with her Master for three years now and they plan on getting married,” Matteo explained. “They’re also going to be doing a collaring ceremony at a local BDSM club they frequent.”
I nodded, soaking up what he was saying but I found that I couldn’t help but focus on her words. “Enjoying pain is okay,” I whispered, reading that sentence over and over.
“Mae,” Matteo pinched my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His chocolate brown eyes softened. “It’s okay. Let me give you what I know you crave.”
We never talked about it. The pain just came and went depending on the mood. “Please.”
He smiled. “I’m going to do more research. I want to help you…help us through this.”
“I want to help you too, my love.”
His strong jaw clenched. “I know and I also know that I need to loosen some of my control.”
“You need to let me in,” I added. “I’m not Morgan.”
“I know that,” he snapped, pulling away from me.
“See? You’re doing it again.” I rose from the bed, getting dressed.
“Doing what exactly, Marketa?”
“God, Matteo, you shut me out. You accuse me of closing down but you do the exact same shit,” I said, pulling on my clothes.
“Do I?”
“Yes!” I spun on my heel, ready to spout off everything I had felt when I found Matteo right behind me. My heart skipped a beat at the raging heat in his eyes. “Matteo,” I squeaked out.
“What, Mae? Don’t feel like yelling at me anymore? You no longer in the mood to demand things of me?” He took a step towards me, forcing me back until I hit the dresser.
“I-I…” I stuttered, unaware of what was about to happen. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. I knew I shouldn’t have pressed to the point it pissed him off. But when he demanded things from me and didn’t reciprocate, I refused to back down.
“You want me to let you in?” His face hardened. “You want behind these walls I have spent years building even though you have built the exact same ones?”
“I …I want it.”
A wicked grin slowly spread on his face. “I’ll let you in.” He pulled me in front of him. “You thought I was mean before but you just pissed me off. Do you know what happens when you piss off a sadist?” he asked, pushing me forward.
“No.” But I knew I was going to find out.
“I’m going to show you. Strip.”
“Matteo—”
“I fucking said, strip!” he bellowed.
I jumped, fumbling to take my clothes off.
“Get on your knees, girl,” he demanded as I pulled off the last bit of clothing.
“Matteo, ple—”
“Shut the fuck up.” His fingers wrapped in my hair, pushing me to my knees.
I whimpered, a flush of desire spreading over my skin like molten lava.
“Now crawl, pet.” He gripped my hair, pulling until I felt the strands ripping free from my skull.
I winced, crawling along beside him.
“You want inside of my mind. You want to know what I’m thinking. What my desires are.”
“I know what your desires are,” I said softly.
“Do you?” He stopped at a closed door. “You’ve been in here once. Well, my beautiful girl, I’ve done some modifications.”
Not knowing what to expect, I waited. I enjoyed this side of Matteo. The need to be owned and dominated grew as each command left his mouth. Knowing that I had a safeword helped. It gave me some control but I still felt that something was missing.
Matteo pushed open the door, pulling me by the hair until I cried out.
“I enjoy the whimpers and cries of pain leaving your delicious mouth.” He tugged my head back, wrapping his free hand around my throat. “Stick out your tongue.”
I did as I was told.
“This tongue likes to wrap around words it doesn’t understand.” He licked along my mouth, diving deep between my lips. “Hmm…” He released me, pulling me further into the room. “Take in your surroundings, pet.” He kissed my cheek, digging his fingers into my jaw. “You are in for a world of pain.”
Mae
My eyes widened as I gazed around the room. Contraptions and equipment covered every inch of the large room. The walls were painted a dark charcoal grey, the floor was lined with actual cement.
“What…” I took a breath, looking up at the man who loved me. But at