you,” I told Marketa, running a hand up and down her bare back. She had taken off my dress shirt much to my objection. I wanted her to feel comfortable but she said that she wanted the cool air caressing her skin. “You make me want to fight for my freedom.”
Mae lifted her head, her brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”
I paused, thinking over my next words carefully before continuing. “I haven’t felt free in years. Since meeting her, I’ve been shackled by chains of fear, only now finding the key that would release me.” I cupped Mae’s nape. “You are that key. You’ve always been that key. I never realized it until now.”
“Matteo,” she whispered, her chin quivering.
“I know I can be difficult and I have inner shit to deal with. But I need your patience now more than ever. Please. I love you. No matter what happens, know that. If you don’t believe anything else, believe that I love you.”
Marketa slid up my body and placed a firm kiss on my lips. “No matter what.”
A twinge of unease fluttered through me. We needed to talk about the fact that she could be pregnant. As much as it made me go all caveman, I needed to make sure she was happy. I loved her. Did I want to spend my life with her and fuck as many babies into her as I could? Hell fucking yes.
“We need to talk.” Mae sat up, brushing her dark hair out of her face.
“We do.” I followed suit, sitting beside her and held her hand. She was completely naked. I could see every inch of her. The swell of her full breasts rising and falling with each breath. The v that dipped between her closed legs. Her curvaceous hips, perfect for the rough touch of my hands. She was bare. And I was not. Sitting fully clothed while she wore nothing at all, was a power play between us both. She submitted. I Dominated. I could bend her over at any time and fuck her until she broke but I wouldn’t. I was a Sadist. I enjoyed watching her squirm.
She glanced at me every so often, begging me with her bright eyes. She wanted me to touch her. She probably wondered why I hadn’t yet. I was in control. Always. Now. And forever. The only thing Marketa had any say in was the use of her safeword. And even then, I made it so she never had to use it. But in the back of her mind, she knew it was there. Like a security blanket.
“Matteo?” Marketa frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“The only thing that isn’t wrong in my life,” I pinched her chin. “Is you.” I slid my hand over her lower stomach. “If you are carrying my baby, we will make this work. I will love it with every piece of me. I will give it the childhood I never had. I will be wrapped around its little finger, waiting for it to tell me what to do every damn day of my life. And you,” I cupped Marketa’s cheeks, wiping away the tears that were now falling freely down her face. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I never even thought of falling in love before you. I never thought of marriage or kids. I thought I would be alone and just fuck my way through the rest of my life. But the first time I saw you at Cello’s, I could see the submission in your eyes. I could sense that you were mine even before it happened. I knew I had to have you. Even if it was only to help you heal. Sex doesn’t have to happen between a Dom and a sub for it to work.”
“It’s an added bonus,” Mae said, blinking past fresh tears.
“Yes. It is.” I kissed her mouth. “But I knew there was something about you that I had to have. I could see myself in your eyes.”
“Were you scared?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“What if I am pregnant? Can we deal with a baby when we’re going through our own problems?”
“Every parent, no matter if the baby is planned or not, has problems. They say being a mom is the hardest job. But being a father is hard as well. The man not only has to take care of his child, but also his wife,” I explained, knowing if she was pregnant with my baby, I would