Controlling Darkness (The Control Series Book 4)

by Anna Edwards

  "Subspace."

  Sonia turned onto her side to face Matthew.

  “"Do you want me to help you dress so I can take you home?"

  Sonia opened her eyes wide and looked at Matthew in confusion.

  "Home?"

  "Yes. It is where we live. Big House, Knightsbridge address. Owned by a grumpy boss."

  "But I thought?"

  Matthew got up from the bed, Sonia couldn’t help but notice the rather visible bulge in his leather trousers.

  "It is too soon."

  Sonia sat up, her bottom smarting a little as she did so.

  "Too soon. But earlier you said you were going to take my virginity? What has changed?" There was an angry tone to her voice. She couldn’t understand why not more than half an hour ago he wanted to sleep with her but now he didn't. Maybe she wasn't what he wanted? But then the tent in his pants? It was probably just the flogging that turned him on, not Sonia herself. Matthew turned away towards the door.

  "I’ll wait outside."

  "Don't bother. I’ll get a taxi back.

  Before she could collect the rest of her clothes, she was thrown back against the wall, one of Matthew's large hands massaging a naked breast. His erection grinding into her still thigh as he growled.

  "Is that what you think? I want to go out there and fuck someone else?"

  "Well, you won't fuck me despite promising. I obviously did something wrong." She turned her head away as he tried to kiss her. She wanted nothing more than to kick him in that hard swelling inching closer to the cleft between her legs but her stupid body betrayed her as the moisture of her arousal started to flow again. He twisted her around and landed a hard smack on her inflamed skin.

  "I told you never to doubt yourself. Doubt again, and I’ll tan this rosy rear so that you really won't be able to sit tomorrow. I want you so much, but I don't want to hurt you. I don't make love. I fuck. I can't guarantee that I won't hurt you and that scares the shit out of me!"

  She didn't know where it came from, but she let out a little laugh. He smacked her arse again.

  "I don't think that’s funny."

  "I don't either." She tried to shift in his arms, but he was holding her too tight. "I don't want tender love-making Matthew. I want you to fuck me till I am raw and marked as only yours."

  "I can't do it. I can't hurt you on your first time."

  "Unless I have a first time, you’ll never be able to fuck me."

  "I am scared I’ll break you."

  "You saved me, you can never break me."

  Sonia dropped to her knees before him as she spoke.

  "Please Master, may I suck you?"

  "What?" He looked up from whatever point he had been studying on the floor.

  "You won't fuck me, but I won't leave you like this." She placed her hand over the tented trousers. "Please."

  He nodded his head in agreement, and Sonia reached to undo his belt. Slowly she moved onto the buttons and undid them before lowering his trousers to the floor. She slipped her hand under the cotton of his tight boxer shorts and freed his cock. It was the first time she had seen it. Everything they had done in the past had been for her. It was a beautiful length and certainly wide. The purple crown stood proudly searching for a much-needed relief. She leant in and licked the tip of her tongue up the shaft.

  It was salty to taste, she murmured her delight to finally give him pleasure. Matthew placed his hand on her head. “Flick over the head and back down to my balls. I love my balls being sucked."

  Sonia did as he asked. She took one at a time into her mouth, and he groaned. "Oh God. Your mouth was made for this. For doing this to me. Take my cock in."

  She opened her mouth wide, and slowly, she brought him as far in as she could. He touched the back of her throat, and she gagged a little.

  "We can work up to that, my little dove. For now, just be comfortable. It still feels like heaven for me." That gave her confidence, and she began to move up and down his rigid length.

  "Play with my balls."

  She obeyed cupping the sensitive jewels.

  "Yes, oh yes. That’s it." His hand tangled into her hair as he started to lose himself to the feeling. He was controlling her pace now but never pushed her further than she could go. Perspiration beaded on his head.

  "I am going to come. Pull back if you don't want to take it."

  Sonia made no move other than to continue her assault on his cock.

  The first spurt hit the back of her throat, and she watched as he thrust his head back and closed his eyes in ecstasy. She swallowed as much of him down as she could. When he was finished, she released him with a pop and he sunk to his knees beside her.

  "That was. That was the best feeling ever."

  Sonia secretly felt very proud of herself, but she needed to follow through on the second part of her plan.

  "Matthew, take me now, please."

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Matthew

  Those words, that plea, the eyes staring at him full of longing. How could he deny her what she wanted? He flipped her onto her back and thrust straight in. So wet, so tight, she was constricting him like a vice. Sonia cried out as he pierced the barrier to her purity.

  Shit.

  What was he doing?

  Not like this.

  He withdrew quickly and threw himself away from the bed. His head banging against the wall in rhythm with his curses. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. He should leave. He should get out right now. He couldn’t look at her.

  "I'm sorry." Sonia's voice finally broke the air of tension in the room.

  "You're sorry?" He looked up at her.

  "It was only a moment of pain. I shouldn't have cried out like that."

  "Don't you apologise for what happened. That was completely my fault."

  "But I asked you to do it.”

  “And I should have done it better; taken my time; been gentle.”

  “Matthew, I don’t want careful. I want you, not what you think you should be to me. I’m a big girl now.” She smiled at him. “I can handle it, and if I can't then I’ll tell you."

  "Trust."

  "Trust. Now, where were we." He let go of her chin, and she reached out to touch his now deflated cock. It thickened instantly.

  "I need to stop letting lower brain take over."

  "No, the exact opposite. Switch your brain off and let him do what he needs to do."

  He raised an eyebrow at her and watched her melt into the bed with desire. "Lay down."

  She gripped the cotton sheet. Her legs parted, giving him a view of her sex, already flushed and glistening for him. He stood before her and stroked the full length of cock, working from the tip all the way to the trunk that joined to the rest of his body. He bent and pulled a condom from the pocket of his trousers. She watched him tear it open with his teeth and cover his massive length.

  Placing himself at her entrance, he risked a look at her face. Her fists were scrunched so tight he could see the whites of her knuckles.

  "Matthew?" The words were breathless and pleading. Taking his time, he pushed slowly inside her again. Her heat was a welcoming cocoon with each inch that he pressed in. Finally, he was in to the hilt. He stilled, waiting for her to adjust to his size.

  "So full. Move. Please." Her head fell back against the pillow, and she let out a long moan that reverberated through her body to his cock.

  He leant forward and brought his mouth to hers, their lips and tongues tangling together at a frenzied pace. He was lost in her. Sweetly innocent but the vibrant tang of hunger invaded his nostrils adding to the blood pumping rapidly around his body and into his dick. He quickened his pace while moving his mouth over the line of her chin, nibbling his way down her neck, across her collarbone and to her breasts. The small peaks were hard, and he flicked at one with his tongue, before sinking his teeth into the deep red nipple.

  "Fuck." His balls tightened.

  She dug her nails deep into his skin when he shifted and hit the tend
er spot inside her. He bit down on her shoulder, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh marking her as his and his alone.

  "Get there Sonia, touch yourself. I can't hold on much longer."

  He felt her tiny fingers slide between them and stroke her clit. He quickened his pace. His balls slapped against her arse with every thrust.

  He met her eyes. She flew over the edge; he watched her. It wasn’t until the last second that she rolled her eyes back in her head, shuddering all around him. It was all he needed, and he followed her over. Growling out her name while filling the condom to bursting point. He could barely breathe. His heart beat so fast that he could hear it ringing in his ears. She whimpered when he gently withdrew. With wobbly legs he got to his feet, tied off the condom, and threw it into his bag on the floor. He would dispose of it later. There was a bin for that sort of stuff, but he'd never left his DNA behind. Force of habit from the job.

  In the corner of the room stood a sink and fresh towels. He turned the water on, tested its temperature and wetted the cloth. Sonia still laid on the bed, her chest lifting and falling rapidly trying to catch her breath. He wiped her clean. This room was equipped for most eventualities, and he took some ice from the fridge’s freezer and wrapped it in a fresh towel. Tenderly he placed it between her legs, but she winced.

  "Keep it there for a while. It will help with the discomfort."

  He climbed into the bed next to her and lay her gently out on his chest.

  "Thank you." She murmured, half awake, half asleep.

  "What for?"

  "The best night of my life."

  "I think I should be thanking you. You talked me down this time."

  A knock at the door. He pulled the sheets over them.

  "Yes."

  It opened slightly, and Sophie stuck her head in.

  "Sorry to disturb you Master Matthew but James wishes to return home soon. Do you want Master Grayson to see if he can allocate one of his guards to him for the night?" Despite protocol in the club, James asked that Sophie never called him a Master. As Grayson owned the majority of it, nobody argued with him.

  "Tell your Master that Miss Anderson and I’ll escort James home. We'll dress and be out in a minute."

  Sonia rose her head and looked towards Sophie. As she was slightly in front of him, Matthew couldn’t see the look on Sonia's face, but he saw the wink and smile from Sophie.

  "Return to your Master Sophie, or I'll have him enact a rather unfulfilling punishment on you."

  She rolled her eyes.

  "I was just checking on my girl. You're a big man Matthew."

  Sonia laughed and laid back down on his chest.

  "Your girl is fine. Now go."

  She shut the door. Thankfully the rooms were well sound proofed, or he would be sure he would have heard her telling everyone that they'd finally done it. There were never any sexual secrets between them all. He liked that, though. Lord knows he kept enough other secrets. It was nice just to be honest for once.

  "I don't know if I have the energy to get dressed." Sonia hummed into his peck while tracing an imaginary circle around the other. "I wish we could just stay here."

  He got out of the bed and looked around for his clothes.

  "I'll help you dress in a minute and undress again when we get home. You just rest. You're off duty."

  "I can dress myself." She moved the covers back and laid the iced towel down on the bed.

  "Listen to your Master, little Miss Stubborn."

  She bit her lip.

  "Maybe I should let you dress me. It seems my legs have gone to jelly."

  "Told you." He retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to her. "Drink this."

  "Thank you." She took the water, and he put his shirt back on. Sonia watched him the entire time. He picked up her clothes and went over to her.

  "Arms up."

  He pulled her top over her head. He leant forward and kissed each of her breasts before lowering the silky fabric. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed, so it was easy to pull her trousers on. He supported her while she stood again and secured them at her waist. She started to shiver. She'd wear no jacket till they got outside, so he pulled the blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Keep that over you till I can get your coat."

  "Thank you, Master."

  "No more Master now. Just Matthew."

  "Thank you, Matthew."

  A little tear tumbled down her cheek.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing. I'm happy. I feel..." She hesitated on the final word. He searched her, waiting for the answer. "I feel normal."

  He brought her chin up and laid a tender kiss on her lips.

  "I love you," she whispered. The words were there. They were on the edge of his lips. He opened his mouth to speak. To say them. “I know there is still more to learn and you’ll tell me when you’re ready. I know until then that you can’t reply to what I just said, but the look in your eyes just then told me everything I need to know.” She kissed him this time, and he let out the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding.

  “We’d better go, before Sophie is sent back in to see if we have gone to sleep. I don't want to be responsible for my cheeky friend being denied an orgasm. Not now I know how good they can be."

  "Move into my apartment with me? I don't want to spend any time away from you if I can help it." The words flowed from his lips before he even realised.

  "Let's get home and get some sleep. We can talk about that in the morning when we're not in a blissful post sexual haze."

  He nodded, then scooped her up into his arms.

  "As long as you stay with me tonight."

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Sonia

  Sonia rolled over in the bed. The ache between her thighs reminded her of what had happened last night.

  "Do you need more ice?"

  Matthew pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

  "I think I'll be okay."

  "I didn't do my job properly then. I'll do better tonight." He chuckled, and she patted lovingly at his chest. See looked over at the clock.

  "We better get up. James will want to go to the office soon."

  "He knows you stayed the night. Don't worry he'll work from home till I'm ready to take him." He still hadn't opened his eyes.

  "What? You're supposed to be at James' beck and call."

  "You're worried. Tell me."

  My position here is rather precarious. Miranda doesn't really need me and with Amy gone..."

  "And coming back soon if I have my way."

  "Let me finish."

  "James doesn't need me, and I like this job. The family." She lowered her voice, "You being around daily. I don't want to lose it by doing something mundane like staying in bed with you if James doesn't like it. That's why I need time to consider you asking me to move in here."

  "You're anxious about this aren't you?"

  "I feel settled for the first time in my life. I'm so scared of losing that. I'm torn, Matthew. I want to wake up every morning with your arms wrapped around me. But I'm so afraid of losing what I have."

  He let out a long sigh and threw back the sheets. Getting out of the bed, he pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms which were over the back of a chair in the corner of the room. Next, he went to his wardrobe and pulled out a t-shirt and shorts.

  "Put these on." He handed her the clothes. The t-shirt would be a dress on her; the shorts were probably not needed.

  "Why?" She took the clothes and started to dress.

  "Breakfast."

  "How is that going to solve my worries?"

  "You'll see."

  "You keep saying that."

  "That is why I'm the Dom, and you’re my very willing submissive."

  She huffed.

  "Who knows as many fancy moves as you to lay you flat out on the floor."

  "Try it." He held his arms up welcoming her to attack him.

  Ma
tthew followed her out of the bedroom and led her into the kitchen. James was sitting at the breakfast table, studying The Times intently while sipping his coffee. Matthew escorted her to the table.

  "Wait there." He left her alone and disappeared into the lounge.

  James looked up. She was suddenly very nervous at being dressed in only Matthew's t-shirt and oversized boxer shorts in the middle of her boss' kitchen. James smiled at her, and she embarrassingly returned the greeting. Matthew returned with a cushion, pulled an antique wooden chair out from the table and put the pillow down on it. "Sit."

  "If she's sitting on a cushion I don't need to ask if you two had a good evening."

  Matthew took a seat next to her and growled at James in response.

  "James Thomas North, you leave them alone." Sonia jumped a little when Miranda suddenly appeared from inside the walk-in larder. "Good morning Matthew, Sonia. What can I get you?"

  "Coffee, please," Matthew grunted then looked over to her.

  "Um. I."

  "She'll have a coffee as well, Mrs North, a splash of milk, no sugar." Matthew reached out under the table and took hold of her leg. She almost jumped out of her skin. "It's okay." His tone was soft and calming; though his eyes conveyed so much more. Her heart stopped beating like it was a freight train on a collision course and returned to a more natural speed.

  "A coffee would be good. Is there anything I can help you with Mrs North?”

  "Not at all. You relax. If I need help, James can get up. You're a guest here."

  Matthew cleared his throat, James furrowed his brows and looked between them.

  "Actually, that's something I wanted to talk to you about."

  "You didn’t win." Grayson’s deep masculine voice complained while he led his fiancée into the kitchen.

  "I did, too."

  “Morning everyone." Sophie breezed over to a seat and Grayson pulled it out for her. Sonia watched as the youngest North sibling smiled up at her fiancé. He took a bowl from her place setting and piled it with fruit from the exotic salad in the centre of the table. He was careful to make sure he took no blueberries. Sonia remembered that Miss North didn't like them. Grayson placed the bowl down in front of Sophie and then handed her a croissant.