by J. M. Walker
“You like it when I challenge you,” she said, her voice small. No longer was she the woman standing before me, demanding answers. Now she was the submissive, waiting for me to tell her what to do. Waiting for me to have my way.
She was right though. “Oh I don’t like it. I crave it,” I purred and latched onto a nipple. Biting it between my teeth, I rolled it around in my mouth until she was writhing against me. “Fuck. Your tits are pure perfection,” I rasped, biting into the other one.
Mae cried out, digging her fingers into my hair.
Releasing her with a pop, I brushed the sharp tip of the blade over the erect nub and over the pale flesh until it reached her collarbone.
Her eyes followed the movement, her breath bursting in and out of her.
“Feel the sting, beautiful girl.” I ran the blade back down the flesh of her breast, taunting her, making her think I wouldn’t hurt her. Too much.
Pushing the tip into the pale skin, I sucked her nipple into my mouth at the same time.
She gasped, her back pushing off the wall. A drop of blood trailed down the peak of her erect nipple.
Licking up the red line, my tongue savored the metallic taste. “Fucking sweet.” The blade of my knife brushed down the center of her torso and pushed into the hemline of her skirt. With a rough tug, the fabric tore from her body.
“Stay still,” I said, lowering to my knees. “I don’t want to draw more blood than I have to.”
Her breath caught.
I smirked, sliding the blade up her pale thigh to the strap of her panties. In a quick move and with a switch of the knife, the thin lace fell to the floor. “Are you wet for me?”
She chewed her bottom lip, nodding slowly.
Grazing the blade over her bare mound, I ran the non-sharp edge along her smooth skin.
“Matteo,” she said, her voice shaky.
“What do you want, Marketa?” I blew across the lips of her pussy. Her clit peeked out between the folds of her core, begging me, hinting for me to devour it.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered.
“Oh I will.” Slamming the knife into the wall, I cupped her ass and ran my tongue along her swollen button.
She moaned, her back arching. “Can I touch you?”
My stomach twisted. “No,” I growled and shoved my face between her legs. Latching onto her clit, I sucked it hard into my mouth. Lifting her, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and ground my mouth into her so hard, my senses were filled by her.
I tasted her sweetness.
The scent of her wafted into my nostrils.
Her screams made my ears ring.
I felt and saw only her.
Marketa was my undoing. My ultimate desire.
Her hips moved, bucking against my face.
Thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I fucked her cunt until my name left her on a hard guttural cry.
“Oh, Matteo. Oh God.” She shook, her muscles jumping under my touch.
I released her with a smack and rose to my full height. Placing her back on her feet, I pinched her chin. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, her eyes bright.
“What else?”
“Hurt me.”
I closed my eyes, breathing in her words and let them travel through me before I opened my eyes again. “Oh, little girl, I am going to shred your fucking soul.”
Matteo
Before Mae could respond, I had her over my shoulder and carried her to my spare room. Once we reached the playroom, a shiver of excitement crept up my spine. It had been a long while since I played with someone. Women came and went but it was nothing compared to what I would do with Marketa. But it also made me nervous. Knowing what I was truly capable of.
“Matteo.” Mae’s husky voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I would erase the terrors of my past and replace them with Marketa. She didn’t want to hurt me. She didn’t want to control me. She didn’t want to break me.
Placing Mae on her feet, I backed her up until she hit the far wall.
“You will call me, your Liege, and nothing else. I won’t even accept Sir. Do you understand me?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, my Liege.”
Fuck. My dick lengthened, jumping at her words. “I am going to own your body. I am going to break it down until it gives me exactly what I need.”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “My Liege.”
“On your knees, girl.” I pointed to the floor.
When she lowered to a kneeling position, she kept her eyes downcast.
“Do you know how to present yourself to me?”
Her breath caught. She placed her hands on her thighs, slowly turning them palms up. Her knees spread, inviting me into her sweetness.
Oh, darling girl. I am going to ruin you. “I know that pretty mouth of yours is itching for a taste.”
“Yes, please, my Liege.”
“Look at me,” I demanded. “Show me what you want.”
Mae took a breath and reached up to unbuckle my belt but hesitated. “Can I touch you?”
Smart girl. My skin vibrated. Unbuckling my belt, I pulled it out of the loops with a snap.
Her eyes darkened.
Ripping open my pants, I pulled out my cock, wrapping my hand around the base. “Open.”
Her mouth parted.
Tapping the tip of my dick against her lips, I brushed it over her mouth until it glistened with my pre-come.
She purred, opening her mouth wider. Hinting.
Leaning down, I cupped her jaw. “Are you hungry for my dick?”
“Yes,” she panted.
Crashing my lips to hers, I devoured her mouth. Fisting her hair, I tugged her head back and deepened the kiss. The salty scent of my arousal seeped over my tongue, enhancing my need for her. “I love the taste of me on your lips.”
Warm hands wrapped around my length. Tugging. Pulling. Making me the hardest I had ever been.
I went into this wanting to dominate. I was going to show her the true error of my ways in my playroom. But her soft fingers stroking me made my brain buzz so all I could focus on was getting back inside of her body.
“Does your little slut know you need pain to get off?”
“Fuck,” I growled. “Harder, Mae,” I breathed against her lips.
“Let me taste you, my Liege. Please.”
Her begging set me off. I rose to my full height. “Open,” I snarled.
Her mouth parted halfway before I thrust my cock between her lips. A sharp sting of pain burned through me as her teeth scratched down the shaft.
Pushing to the back of her throat, I gripped her hair with both hands. “Hard.”
She choked, gagged and whimpered around me.
Her sounds only made me thrust harder. Pumping deep into her mouth, I fucked her face like I would her pussy. Rough. Bordering on violent.
Her small hands wrapped around my base, her cheeks hollowing out as she tried to keep up with my fast movements.
I pulled out, giving her a chance to breathe before I thrust back into the warm wet hole.
She moaned, sucking hard, taking what I had to give her.
“That’s my girl. Swallow my cock. Make me hard. So fucking hard it hurts,” I groaned, ripping my fingers through her hair. My hips thrust forward.
She sucked.
I thrust.
She moaned.
We worked up a rhythm, her mouth and my hips meeting in the center.
My balls tightened, a hot shiver crawling up my spine. “Shit. Faster. Suck me faster.”
Her grip on me tightened.
An explosion slammed into me. It was so strong, I lost my breath. “Marketa,” I roared, speeding up my hips. My dick pulsed, the release leaving me in waves.
Mae moaned, loosening her suction and opened her mouth wider. Lapping up my release, she kissed the head of my dick. “You taste so good.”
Kneeling in front of her, I stroked
my thumb through the drop of my come that dribbled down the corner of her mouth.
Her nostrils flared when I brought it up to my mouth and sucked it between my lips. Swallowing the heady scent of my arousal, I pulled her into my arms.
We stared at each other intently. So much passed between us in the short time we had known each other. But tonight, words were said we couldn’t take back. Parts of our histories revealed we never wanted to talk about, let alone think about.
My chest ached, filling with something I had never felt before. Something I didn’t want to admit to. It was too soon.
“Matteo?” Mae brushed her fingers through the hair at my nape.
Leaning my forehead between the swell of her breasts, I took a breath. And another. But it didn’t help. This ache only grew. I knew what was causing it. But it was still too damn soon.
“You were beautiful with your mouth wrapped around my cock,” I said, trying to appease this twinge in my chest.
“I enjoyed pleasing you.”
“Get up and bend over that bench.” The dominant side forced its way to the surface. Protecting me. Diminishing the vulnerability I felt.
Mae rose from my lap and did as she was told. Her perfect ass was up in the air, ready and waiting for whatever I had in store for it.
A tremor of anxiety roared through me, this ache tightening my lungs until I gasped for breath.
What the hell?
I knew. And fuck me if it wasn’t the wrong time.
Mae
I woke sometime during the night wrapped in black satin sheets. The soft fabric was cool against the skin, sending a layer of goosebumps over my body. The spicy scent of cologne wafted into my nostrils, appeasing this emptiness I had felt since arriving at Matteo’s only a couple of hours before.
He had used me through the night. After the blowjob I had been wanting to give him for weeks, he took me. Hard. But something was wrong. Although he was a sadist, the rough touch of his hands usually held a hint of gentleness. But not this time. It was like he was trying to fuck something out of me. Or him. An internal battle flashed in his eyes. Whatever it was, he didn’t let me in and he still didn’t let me touch him.
Rolling over onto my back, I realized the spot beside me was empty. In my sleep filled haze, I sat up, my gaze landing on Matteo sitting in the dark corner of his bedroom.
His ankle was crossed over the opposite knee. He held a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, taking a sip every so often. All the while watching me. His dark eyes became black as night.
My body turned on. It was hyper aware of the man sitting only a few feet away from me. An ache formed between my legs. My nipples hardened under his scrutiny. A slight flush spread up my neck and I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the mere sight of him.
Matteo was beautiful. Captivating. Strong. And so damn powerful, I could feel it every time he looked at me. He was intense.
Uncrossing his legs, he placed the small glass on the end table. He crooked his finger, motioning for me to come to him.
And I did.
My body listened before I had a chance to stop it. My nerve endings tingled and jumped, the submissive part of me wanting to please its Master.
I knelt in front of him, presented myself and waited.
Warm fingers pinched my chin, tilting my head. His dark eyes sparkled, his strong jaw flexing. He sat back, watching me.
I waited a beat before I crawled onto his lap.
His calloused hands grazed down the length of my back, cupping my ass and pulled me hard against him.
A breathless gasp escaped me.
“Do it,” he ground out. “Before I lose control.” His body shook. His mouth moved over my chest, his lips finally closing around a nipple.
I moaned, arching against him. Not taking a chance, I unbuckled his belt and pulled out his heavy length.
“No condom. Please. Fuck,” he shivered when I started stroking him. “I need you bare.”
Rising to my knees, I brushed the tip of him over my soaked opening.
“So fucking wet.” His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. “Did you wake up wet for me, beautiful girl?”
“Yes.” I kissed his cheek. “I kept dreaming of your hands being all over me.”
“It wasn’t a dream,” he said, lowering my body down the length of him.
I whimpered, clawing my fingers into the strong muscles of his shoulders.
“Ride me hard, Marketa.”
I could feel every vein, every inch of his thickness as my body circled against him. Our hips worked up a rhythm, meeting in the middle after each hard thrust.
“Touch me, Mae. I need you…Shit…I need your warmth.” His voice was desperate, his need strong and unsure.
My heart sped up but I did as he demanded. Fisting his shirt in my hands, I ripped it down the middle. Buttons flew everywhere, landing on the floor around us.
He growled, pumping his hips hard and fast.
With an unknown flutter racing through me, I allowed my fingers to trail down his strong back. A soft gasp left my lips as I felt the bumpy ridges marring his skin.
“Don’t think about it. Just touch me,” he pleaded, latching onto one of my nipples.
“Matteo,” I moaned, my brain not processing what I was feeling. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I kissed his neck, my gaze glancing down his back. “Oh my.” Bumpy pink ridges covered his skin.
“Don’t,” he demanded, slamming his hips against me. “Please.”
“Matteo, stop.” I struggled against him. This wasn’t right. Something happened. Something tragic.
“No. Stop is not a fucking safeword.” He grabbed my hands from around his neck, holding them behind me.
“Please,” I insisted. “We need to talk.”
Matteo pushed me to the ground, forcing his hips between my thighs. “You want to talk?” he ground out. “You want to know why these scars are on my back? You want to know the pain permanently etched into my mind because of a fucking monster?”
“Matteo, I-I…I …” I tried to ignore the harsh words leaving him and focus on the feeling of him being inside of my body but I couldn’t.
He pushed into me hard. “You know what will make me stop. Say it.”
The word was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t say it. I wanted to finish. As much as we needed to talk, as much as I needed to know what had happened, I craved the feeling of him coming inside of me. I wanted to experience him pulse, filling me, coating me with every ounce of him.
“Hmm…my dirty girl is changing her mind,” he purred, licking up the side of my face.
“Stop,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Say it,” he demanded, speeding up his hips.
“I…”
“Damn it, Marketa!” he growled. “Say it.”
“Santos!” I screamed, an explosion of pure divine ecstasy erupting through me.
Matteo stopped and sat back on his haunches. His chest rose and fell, his lower body still connected with mine.
A sob escaped me and I covered my face. I couldn’t believe him. The fact he made me safeword out instead of talking to me, tore at me. There was a gentle side to him. I knew there was. I had seen it. But whatever had happened to him in the past couple of days, brought forth a monster.
Warm fingers wrapped around my wrists, pulling my hands-free from my face.
Blinking through my tears, I stared up at him.
So many emotions passed through his dark eyes but I couldn’t quite place them. He caressed the back of his hand down the side of my face before pinching my chin. Tilting my head to meet his mouth, he brushed his lips along mine. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“What happened?” I swallowed hard.
Matteo released me and helped me to my feet, pulling me to his bed. He took off the rest of his clothes and took a deep breath. “I get paid to listen. Not talk. I don’t talk about my shit. Ever.” He slowly turned away from me.
I slapped a
hand against my mouth, muffling my gasp. Light and dark pink scars marred his back, covering him completely in the jagged flesh. “Matteo…”
“I want to talk to you. I need to. But I need you to have patience with me.”
I crawled onto my knees and knelt behind him. With a shaky hand, I brushed my fingers over his bumpy skin. “…can you tell me what happened these past couple of days and why you disappeared?”
“I…” He let out a heavy sigh. “I have no reason for how I treated you but…I didn’t want you to see me that way.”
“What way?” I asked, brushing a hand down his back. If only I could take away his pain. Take away the nightmares that came along with the marked skin.
“A couple nights ago, I went to a BDSM club called, Heavy. It’s been the only thing I’ve known since…for a long while.” Matteo slumped on the bed. “I’m a monster.”
“No, you—”
“Mae, I appreciate you saying that I’m not but I fucking am,” he snapped. “Because of her.”
“I don’t…I don’t understand.”
He slowly turned to me, his eyes the darkest I had ever seen. “I didn’t want to scare you.”
“What are you talking about?” I frowned.
“I don’t trust myself when I see her,” he muttered, kissing each of my knuckles. “As much as I want to hurt you, I don’t want you to see me that way.”
“Matteo…”
“I…” he shook his head. “You think I’m such a good man. You think I’m happy and everything is fine and dandy because I’m a doctor. Well, little girl, I have no strength. I have no fight. I have no will to move forward when I see her. But you, you bring out something inside of me. I can’t explain it. All I know is because of you, because of this…” he waved a hand between us. “I am a motherfucking monster.”
Matteo
Mae frowned, placing her hands on her hips and pointed a finger at me. “I’ve met monsters. I’ve met men that would make the devil himself cringe.”
My heart gave a start. “Mae, I—”
“No,” she shook her head. “I know you’re not a monster.”
“How the hell do you know that?”
“Because I couldn’t be with you if you were,” she yelled, pushing me.