experience the full wrath of Matteo’s sadistic side? Did I even want to see that part of him? Knowing he could full well give me the ecstasy that I craved, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.
“Marketa.”
“I want that,” I blurted, turning in his arms. “I want what that couple has. I want to experience that side of you, the side that can strip me completely, giving me the beautiful pain I crave. I need it. I need to feel all of you. I want you to let me in, so deep that I can feel your soul.”
“You want me?” he husked.
“I want all of you. Every single piece. Let me see your sadistic side. The monster that scares you. Let me be the beauty to your beast.”
Matteo
“I love pain. Receiving it. Giving it. It’s like a rolling tide of hot lava searing over your skin. It reminds you that you are in fact alive. Pain is the sustenance for a Sadist. When your skin reddens under my touch. When cries and whimpers leave your mouth. It reminds me that because of me, you are feeling that way while I breathe life back into your body.” I walked back and forth behind Mae who was now strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross. I had rented a large private room, one that had high ceilings and extra space to use the leather I intended to on Mae. I had told Duncan that I had a submissive who was curious and he gave me everything I had hoped for in fulfilling Mae’s fantasies. She had been a good girl, only calling me what I had asked. I also mentioned to Duncan about Mae’s reaction when we walked into the club. He told me that she was the only one but he would keep an eye out regarding the lavender and eucalyptus scents bothering anyone else.
It had concerned me at first. It was almost like she had gone into a light subspace without me even touching her. Something had set her off and it was the unknown triggering effects that I was determined to work through.
Mae wanted to see me, the true me. I would grant her that wish, breaking her down until all she felt was me and nothing else.
(Mae)
When Matteo had told me to strip and kneel by the St. Andrew’s Cross, I complied rather quickly. Leaving only the gold nipple clamps on, the cool air washed over my naked skin. My knees pushed into the plush pillow like carpet while I waited. For Matteo’s touch. His demands. His commanding words.
“Don’t speak,” his firm tone washed over my skin as he lifted me to my feet. “Hear my words. Feel my touch,” he said all the while shackling me to the wooden cross. “I want to shut off your mind. Allow me to be the only thing you think of for the rest of the night.”
Breathing deep and even, all I could focus on were his words and his touch. His fingers lightly caressed my skin as he clicked the locks into place. I was spread open like a star, completely bound and restrained for the man demanding my submission.
“So beautiful. You are absolutely stunning, my dear Marketa. Perfectly restrained for me. Aren’t you, pet?’
“Yes, Sir.” I licked my dry lips, taking in deep shallow breaths.
“Are you mine?”
“Yes. Oh yes, Sir. I’m yours in every way.” And more. Definitely more.
“And I am yours, pet.”
A snap through the air sounded behind me, setting my nerves on end. My body vibrated, craving the bite of the leather.
“My father taught me how to use a whip. The first one I owned, I got it as a birthday present when I turned twelve. While other children received bicycles or baseball gloves, I learned how to crack a whip without breaking the skin.” Matteo brushed the whip over my back. “When I say, I want you to breathe. It’ll make it hurt less. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I swallowed hard, wanting to ask more about his childhood and why his father raised him to be a Dom. But I knew my questions would have to wait. I needed to shut off the part of myself that held any hint of repressed memories. I needed to give Matteo all of me.
“Breathe,” he demanded.
Suddenly, a hot searing pain scored through my body. I cried out, pulling against the cuffs around my wrists. Tears stung my eyes.
“You didn’t breathe,” he chastised. “I don’t want to hurt you any more than