“I like the grey.” I brushed my thumb over the scruff of his jaw.
“You do?”
“Yes. It’s sexy.”
“Is it?” His tone became rough, challenging me to tell him more.
“It makes you look more dignified,” I answered, replacing my thumb with my mouth. “And delicious.” I sat up. “But I have to finish getting ready.”
“I don’t fucking think so.” Matteo snarled into my neck, pulling me down beside him.
“We have to leave,” I giggled, struggling to get out of his hold.
“We will but first I’m going to destroy this body.” He grinned. “Again.” He held up a gold chain with two rubber clasps attached to the ends.
I fingered a small red rose, sparkling in the dim lighting of Matteo’s bedroom.
“The gold will contrast nicely against your pale skin,” he said, pushing the top of my dress lower, revealing my breasts.
“You bought this for me?”
“I sure did. I want your nipples swollen for me, begging for me to relieve the sting of the clamps.” Matteo rubbed the pad of his thumb over my nipple, blowing across the peak. “But…you will come, won’t you, my masochistic little pet.”
“Hmm…” I arched under him. “Yes.”
“Now lay still and embrace the pain I am offering you, sweet girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
For the next hour, Matteo primed my body, getting me so worked up that all I felt was him. I tasted him on my tongue. Smelled his spicy cologne. Saw the desire and passion in his eyes. Felt only him. Inside of me. All through me. Every single inch as he filled me completely, taking over my body while he breathed life into my lungs.
Before Matteo, I was an empty shell, a vessel of a broken woman. But with a little pressure, he took everything I had to give him and gave it in return.
“I love you, Marketa. My beautiful pet. Before you, all I saw was darkness. You are my light. And I can never repay you.”
“Love me,” I whispered. “That’s all I need.”
“I’m already doing that.”
(Matteo)
I couldn’t help but watch as Mae took everything in. From the massive house surrounding us, to all of the cars parked in the driveway. Her eyes moved over the grounds, no doubt wondering what she was in for.
Wanting to take Mae to Heavy for the longest time, I couldn’t after seeing Morgan. It wasn’t safe. I knew I couldn’t run from Morgan. But I could damn well keep Mae from her.
As we pulled up to Pure, Mae squirmed beside me. I smiled, knowing her body was aching with pleasure. Begging for a release I wouldn’t allow quite yet.
“How are you doing?” I asked, taking note of the flush in her cheeks.
“I’m turned on. One touch from you and I’ll explode,” she said all in one breath, her gaze pleading with me to let her come.
I appreciated her honesty. I was never a man to give in so easily but when it came to Mae, I wanted her happy. As much as I enjoyed dominating her, her pleasure and wellbeing was what I cared about first and foremost. But I also wanted her crawling on her knees with her beautiful ass in the air, ready and willing for me.
“Are you wet?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Needing to hear her say the words, it gave me the tiny ounce of control that I craved.
She nodded, her teeth grazing over her plump bottom lip.
“Do you hurt?” I inched a hand up her inner thigh, pushing her dress to her waist. The swollen pink nub of her clit, peaked through the folds of her bare pussy.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Hmm…now we can’t have that, can we?” I tapped her knee. “Spread your legs for me.”
She did as she was told, holding her knees, giving me the view I had demanded of her.
I had used her earlier, filling every hole with my come. She came apart in my arms several times but once I had the clamps on her nipples, she was responsive and ready again for me.
“I filled you good, didn’t I?” I asked, brushing my finger over her swollen opening.
“Y-yes,” she sighed, rolling her hips against my hand.
“Stay still. Bend your knees and hold onto your ankles. If you move or speak, I’ll slap this pretty pussy.”
She scoffed.
I would have laughed, but I wanted to prove a point. My hand connected with the sensitive spot between her legs.