Beautiful Pain - J.M. Walker Page 0,70

between my spread thighs. A zipper lowered, the sound vibrating over my bones.

“Is that so? The only thing I asked is for you to not lie to me.” Matteo slammed into my unprepared body. The ripping pain seared through me, burning into a pleasure so intense, a fast release hit me to the core.

I cried out, shaking through the delicious orgasm. The pain, so agonizingly beautiful forced an inhuman sound to leave my lips.

“Fuck, Marketa. You like that don’t you?” he ground out between hard thrusts. “No matter how dry your pussy is, it craves my cock, becoming instantly wet. Did you like that pain?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my body restrained against the table.

“My pain will not harm you in any way. Remember that,” he said, his voice gentle. “You have a safeword.”

“I’m fine, my love.” I pushed back against him.

“Good girl.” Matteo brushed a hand down my spine. Grabbing both of my wrists with one hand, he held them behind my back. “Next time I ask you something, don’t lie to me.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t ready,” I confessed.

“Tell me that and I’ll back off.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ll always be here for you when you’re ready to talk. Just don’t lie to me.”

“I promise.”

“Now, ready for your punishment?”

“Oh God.”

“Oh, my beautiful pet.” He chuckled. “There’s no point praying. Even God can’t save you now.”

Mae

I woke the next morning to the sweet scent of pastries and the wonderful aroma of coffee. Rubbing the grit out of my eyes, I found Matteo dressed and holding a tray of cups and a bag of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

The sun streamed into the room through the curtains, casting an unearthly glow around Matteo. He wore beige pants and a light blue button-up dress shirt. The colors contrasted nicely against his tanned skin. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the veins protruding in his forearms making my mouth water. They proved just how strong he was but gentle at the same time with the way he held me. A tiny smirk spread on his face, catching me checking him out.

A warmth spread up my neck.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. He sat on the bed beside me, handing me the yummy sustenance that I needed to become somewhat human.

“Dreamlessly.”

“Good.” He kissed me hard on the mouth, staring intently into my eyes. “Are you okay?”

“If you are referring to what we did all night, then yes, I am fine. I am more than okay.” Matteo had used me hard, not letting me eat until he made me come at least several times. Then he fed me, gave me water to keep me hydrated and did it all over again. It was wonderful. As much as I didn’t like pissing him off, I craved his true sadistic side because it was the only time I saw the real him. It pleased me to know that I was slowly breaking him down.

“I didn’t mean to be so rough,” he admitted, taking a sip of his coffee.

“You didn’t?” I teased.

His eyes snapped to mine. “I’m not always sadistic. I do enjoy making love to you slow and sweet every now and again.”

“But?”

“It makes me feel vulnerable.”

My heart jumped. “I know,” I said, curling against him.

“You do?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I can see it in your eyes. I don’t like it. That’s why I prefer you rough,” I shrugged. “I love you. I love everything about you. Your sweet side. Your rough side. Everything.”

His jaw ticked, his body stiffening.

“Matteo,” I said, placing my hand on his arm.

“Let’s eat. I have the day planned for us.”

“Oh. Okay.” I wanted to talk more but I didn’t want him to build up his walls again.

Matteo was possessive in the way he had handled me, reminding me over and over again that he loved me. But as we sat there, side by side, eating and enjoying our breakfast, I couldn’t help but wonder, if our love would be enough.

(Matteo)

“We’re going to the marina?” Mae squealed. “I haven’t been in forever. Nika doesn’t like going because it smells like fish. Oh thank you, Matteo.”

I chuckled at Mae’s excitement. It made me extremely happy seeing her smile and giggle like a little girl. Even though I wasn’t forty yet, some days I woke up feeling like I was eighty years old. Mae made me feel young. She was vibrant. Carefree.

She had difficulty with her emotions, but she embraced every day to its fullest. She inspired me.

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