this moment, I knew he would push those feelings aside to give me the sadistic part of him that I needed.
“Meet your dungeon.” Matteo released me, shutting the door and clicked the lock into place. “I’ve tried to have patience. We both have been through hell. We both are desperate to find out what the other needs.”
“I need you,” I said, my voice small.
He walked around me, putting a hand over my hand before heading to a cabinet on the other side of the room. “I know. I can see it in your eyes every time I look at you. But I can see it especially when I inflict pain on your beautiful body.”
My hands were folded together on my thighs, a slight burn of anxiety erupting through my being. To need another person to the point it took your breath away was unconventional. All you could think about was them. I went to bed every night with the image of Matteo seared into my mind. And I woke each morning, craving the feeling of his arms wrapped around my body. Never letting me go.
“Do not be ashamed of enjoying pain.” He placed a hard kiss on my lips.
“I’m not ashamed. But I am surprised at how much I enjoy it since being with you,” I confessed, my fingers itching to touch him. But I knew it was against the rules. As much as I loved defying him, I didn’t want any extra time spent on punishing me. I wanted him. In any way he could allow himself to give me. I wanted Matteo Santos in all of his beautiful sadistic glory.
Matteo kissed me again. “Stand up.”
I allowed him to pull me to my feet and walk me over to a leather bench. My heart sped up, a cold shiver of sweat racing down my spine. Memories both dark and twisted, swirled in my mind. Matteo wasn’t them. He wouldn’t hurt me. Not unless I asked for it. Consensual. Always consensual.
“Marketa, do you know your color?” he asked, stepping behind me.
I had learned about the safeword colors in my own personal research but never actually thought I would use them. “Y-yellow.”
“Talk to me.”
“I…I haven’t been in a room like this since…”
“I’ll go slowly.” Matteo cupped my shoulders. “Everything we do is strictly because you agree to it. If you need to stop, use your safeword. Understand?”
I nodded, bending over the leather slab that covered a dark mahogany wood. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” With a gentle hand, he grazed it down my back before landing a hard swat on my rear.
I yelped, my skin tingling under the touch of his palm.
“Your skin is still marked from me earlier. My hands can be rough. Do you like them like that, pet? Do you like it when they dig into your skin?” he emphasized his point by kneading his fingers into my flesh. “Or when they grip you like I can’t get enough? Do you?”
“Yes. Oh yes. I love it. I need your hands on me.”
Matteo grunted, lowering to his knees behind me. “Your pussy is glistening.”
I swallowed hard. “That’s because your words turn me on.”
Matteo wrapped his hand around my ankle, shackling a leather cuff to them. Doing the same with the other, he bound me to the bench. “It makes me hard seeing you restrained and helpless.”
“Use me, Sir,” I pleaded, licking my lips.
“Quiet.” He gripped my hair, pulling my head back. “No more talking. The only sounds I want leaving your mouth are screams of pleasure or your safeword. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Now I’ll keep your hands free this time but if you so much as defy me, I will make it so you crawl around behind me and eat out of a dog bowl. Got me?”
“Y-yes.” As embarrassing as that would be, I knew he wouldn’t do it for enjoyment. It would probably bother him more. The masochist in me was curious to see how far I could push him before he snapped.
He leaned over me, brushing the hair off my nape. “Would you like that? Me treating you like an animal? Me making all of your decisions for you? Controlling you completely and effortlessly?”
My breath caught.
“Tell me.”
“I would love for you to control me completely,” I said softly.
“Hmm…interesting.”
I watched as Matteo walked back to the large cabinet. He struggled with something as he slowly opened the door.
“Sir?” I held the leather tight in my hands, waiting.