Beautiful Pain

by J. M. Walker

  His loss for control turned me on. Hollowing out my cheeks, I tightened my lips, pulling hard from base to tip. I gagged every so often. Whenever he reached the back of my throat, his cock only grew harder.

  “Marketa, fuck me. My beautiful girl,” his fingers wrapped in my hair. “Suck my cock like it’s your last meal.”

  I moaned around him, devouring every inch.

  “That’s it. Harder.”

  My hands moved with my mouth, pumping him until he swelled. So big. So huge. So damn delicious.

  “Fuuuuuuuck.”

  His cock pulsed, pouring its release down the back of my throat. It was so thick and fast, it force me to swallow every drop of his essence.

  “That’s it, pet. Swallow all of me.”

  I moaned, lapping up his release.

  Matteo lifted my head, righted his pants and was on me before I took my next breath. He kissed me like he needed me to survive. Like he needed me to live. Like he needed…me.

  “Matteo,” I breathed, not wanting to push my luck with not being caught. I smiled against his mouth. “Sir.” I pushed him back, reminding him that we were still in public.

  “Sorry,” he panted, leaning his forehead against mine.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, worry settling inside of me.

  “Yes. I …God…I have no fucking idea how to describe it. I guess I’m …happy.”

  I laughed. “Well you are welcome. That was the point.”

  “The point wasn’t that you wanted to control me?” he asked, leaning back and rested his arm on the back of the bench behind me.

  “Well maybe for a little bit.” I winked.

  “For the first time in my life, I enjoyed giving someone my control. And,” he took a deep breath. “It didn’t scare me.”

  Tears welled in my eyes. “I’m glad.”

  “But I’m still going to whip that pretty ass of yours,” he promised, cupping my cheeks and wiped under my eyes.

  “I wouldn’t expect any less,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.

  “No?” he covered my mouth softly. “And why’s that?” he asked against my lips.

  “Because I know how you work.” I sat up. “We should dance.” I pouted. “Please, I deserve it.”

  “Do you?” He laughed. “You think sucking my cock is going to earn you special privileges?”

  “Maybe a little bit? Please,” I whined. “I want to dance. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

  “You already do.” He chuckled.

  “Okay.” I thought a moment. “I’ll let you do whatever you want and I won’t use my safeword.”

  “Hmm…interesting. Are you offering me a safeword free night because you want to dance with me?”

  “Yes,” I answered automatically. It couldn’t hurt to test him, to see how far I could take him before he cracked. “I want to feel your body move against mine.”

  “There’s other ways you can feel my body,” he suggest, waggling his eyebrows.

  I elbowed him playfully in the ribs. “True.”

  “So, do you still want to dance and I get a night doing whatever I want without you safewording out?”

  “Yes.”

  He leaned down to my ear. “You do realize what you agreed to, don’t you?”

  “Oh yes.” And I looked forward to it.

  Mae

  Darkness.

  That was my punishment.

  Not being able to see. I couldn’t touch. I couldn’t smell. I could only taste the air as it moved across my tongue every time I breathed. The only thing I felt were the binds restraining me. No sound. All senses cut off except for one. And even then with the ball in my mouth, I still only tasted rubber.

  Bound. Gagged. Completely immobile, my lower body spread open for Matteo’s use and enjoyment.

  When we had arrived back at his place and he told me how he was going to punish me, I almost didn’t believe him. I unfortunately made the mistake of saying that out loud.

  With red pleasure tape wrapped around my body, I was mummified by the skilled hands of my Dom.

  Every so often, he would kiss me, telling me he loved me. Asking me if I was okay. He used me. But he hadn’t fucked me since before we arrived back at his place.

  A slight twinge of pain erupted through a part of me that wasn’t covered by tape. I whimpered, pushing back against the sting. Savoring it. Feeling it. Embracing the burning agony as it heated my skin until all I could focus on was Matteo’s use of my body.

  My muscles tightened, becoming stiff and sore.

  At that point, almost like Matteo could read my mind, he gently rubbed his hands over my bound limbs. Pushing his fingers into the tense muscles, he massaged and kneaded until it felt like I was being pulled into the ground.

  Relaxed and calm, my breathing evened, my heart slowing down to a light pitter-patter that sounded in my ears.

  So calm. So collected.

  Matteo used my body until all I felt was him. Only him. Always him.

  No sex.

  Just pure and utter domination.

  He helped me shut off my mind. No thoughts. No emotions. No nightmares. Just him and I getting to know each other in the most intimate way possible.

  Mind controlled body. Body controlled soul. Soul controlled all and every emotion I had shut off years ago.

  I had promised Matteo I wouldn’t use a safeword. I gave him the freedom and choice to take over my being completely. To help me …be.

  Matteo: Are you ready for tonight?

  Me: I am.

  Matteo: Are you buying a new dress like I asked?

  Me: Yes. Nika and I are at the mall right now.

  Matteo: Good girl.

  My heart fluttered at the praise.

  Me: You didn’t have to buy me the dress.

  Matteo: I know.

  Me: Thank you.

  Matteo: Anything for you, precious girl.

  “Is he being all sweet?” Nika teased, handing me a black dress.

  “Yeah.” I sighed dreamily.

  “Try this on, take a pic and then send it to him.” Nika winked. “I bet he won’t be so sweet then.”

  I laughed, grabbing the dress from her hands.

  “Don’t forget to take a picture,” she said, closing the dressing room door.

  Shaking my head, I stripped and slipped into the cool satin fabric. It hugged my shapely curves, kissing my skin in all the right places.

  The charcoal floor length dress was smooth to the touch. It was a halter, the straps wrapping around my neck, like that of a lover's touch. My back was completely bare and the only thing that was missing was Matteo’s fingers grazing down my spine.

  Matteo: Did you find a dress?

  Me: I did.

  Matteo: Are you making me wait until tonight to see it?

  Me: Yes.

  When I didn’t get a response, my stomach flipped. I enjoyed teasing him.

  It had been a couple of days since we had been able to spend any time together. He had work to catch up on and apparently having me over was too distracting.

  Especially when he demanded that I be naked as soon as I stepped into his apartment.

  “How does the dress look, Mae?” Nika asked, knocking lightly on the door.

  I let her into the small room, gazing back at my reflection in the mirror. “Do you think Matteo will like it?”

  “Girl,” Nika’s eyes widened. “Matteo is going to be falling all over himself when he sees you.”

  “You think so?” I knew he liked whatever I wore but we were going to a club tonight and I was nervous that I would embarrass him.

  “Yes. Definitely. Marketa,” she spun me towards her. “You are beautiful. Even more so now since being with Matteo. He’s opened up something inside of you. It’s good for you.”

  “It is. I’ve never been this happy.” I got redressed, excited for the night to come. I paid for the dress, using the money Matteo had given me.

  “You are going to have so much fun t
onight,” Nika squealed, linking her arm through mine.

  “I can’t wait.” I had no idea what the night held for me.

  Nika and I continued walking around the mall, shopping, eating and spending time together. It had been too long since we did this. Hanging out at the mall like teenagers.

  While we were looking at shoes, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. No one I recognized was around. But something was off. That familiar desire I felt whenever Matteo was around, made my heart skip a beat. But I didn’t see him anywhere.

  “What’s wrong?” Nika asked, picking up a pair of red strappy sandals.

  “Nothing.” I frowned, looking over my shoulder.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Just a funny feeling.”

  Her brows narrowed. “What kind of funny feeling?”

  “Nothing bad,” I reassured her. “It’s like Matteo is watching me but I know he’s not.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Because he’s working.” But I wasn’t so sure if that were true or not. Matteo was a man of many surprises, always doing the unexpected and being unpredictable.

  “Maybe he’s not. Maybe he wanted to surprise you.” Her eyes lit up. “Maybe he’ll swoop in and kiss the hell out of you.”

  I laughed. “Unlikely.”

  “Why? It is possible,” she kissed my cheek. “I bet you I’m right,” she said, whistling while she walked away.

  I had no idea what she was talking about. As exciting as it would be, Matteo wasn’t there. But the funny feeling of being watched still lingered.

  “You should check out the shoe store next door,” Nika called out over her shoulder, winking at me.

  Shaking my head, I rubbed my arms and did as she suggested.

  When I walked past a hallway, I heard a thump. The idea of Matteo randomly showing up just to kiss me made excitement brew deep within. Would he do it? Was he the type of man to show up out of nowhere only to show his girlfriend how much he missed her and needed her?

  Yes. He was that type of man.

  I smiled to myself, lost in thought when suddenly, I was shoved from behind.

  Mae

  Warm lips crashed to mine. Rough hands, strong fingers massaged into my rear. I was pulled flush against a hard body. I could feel every single inch of my unexpected captor.

  Running my fingers through the soft hair at his nape, I tugged his head back, deepening the kiss.

  His scent. His taste. It jarred something in me.

  A growl vibrated into my mouth only making me smile. Suddenly, I was pushed up against the wall. A heavy hand grabbed my ponytail, roughly pulling my head back. Our mouths separated. Our chests rose and fell with ragged breath.

  Dark eyes smoldered, heating my skin on fire. “I’ll see you when you’re done shopping.”

  I nodded, watching him.

  He popped his collar, giving me a sexy smirk. The scruff on his jaw had thickened in the past couple of days, sprouting a light smattering of grey. Which in turn only made him more desirable.

  And with that, Matteo left, leaving me and my anxious body alone.

  Taking a deep breath, I met back up with Nika.

  “You should get…” her voice trailed off. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I said, scrubbing a shaky hand down my face.

  “He was here. I knew it,” Nika shouted, fist pumping the air. “That’s why you’re all flushed and your hair’s a mess.”

  “Shhh…you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, fighting back a smile.

  “I do. I so know what I am talking about.” She smiled, her eyes taking on a dreamy look. “No matter where you are, he’ll find you and get you so worked up, you’ll jump him when you get home.”

  “That’s…” Yeah, she was right.

  “You know I’m right.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  I only smiled.

  “So I take it you like the dress?” I asked breathless as Matteo collapsed on top of me.

  He grunted, brushing his nose over my nape.

  “What time are we going?”

  “Whenever I decide to get off of you.” His fingers curled in mine, gripping them tight.

  “We will be here for a while then,” I teased, kissing him fully on the mouth.

  He chuckled, placing a light peck on my nose.

  “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 he
r 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.

  Mae let out a yelp, slamming her knees closed.

  “Spread your legs,” I demanded. “Now!”

  “Matteo.” Her cheeks turned a mottled pink.

  “Open.” I roughly pulled her legs apart and smacked her clit.

  Mae gasped, letting out an unexpected moan.

  “Ah. I knew you would like that. Your cunt is nice and pink. Is it burning from the smack of my palm?”

  She nodded, breathing hard.

  “How about now?” I slapped her mound again.

  Slap. Slap.

  A sheen of sweat coated her brow but she never let out a sound. That was fine. I knew just how to make her break.

  Slap.

  “Sir,” she groaned.

  A wicked grin spread on my face. “Hold on.” I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, cupping her jaw. Forcing her to look at me, I waited.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Gotcha. I smiled.

  Smack. Smack.

  Her eyes widened.

  Smack. Smack.

  Mae cried out, her hips grinding against my hand, moving towards each slap.

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  She inhaled a gasp, before my name left her lips on a hard scream. It was so loud, the sound bounced around the vehicle, slamming into me.

  Music to my fucking ears.

  And that was when I felt it,

  The liquid release coating my hand, dripping down her inner thighs. Her lower body and the seat were soaked from her orgasm.