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Rose

The whole “my way, no arguments”thing seems a little ominous, but I trust Matthew, and I’m getting my way without a fight, so I don’t question it. I feel so much lighter after my confession. It weighed heavily on me, and now I see what an idiot I’ve been. Of course, Matthew would support my decision. All he’s done since we were reunited is support and care for me.

I lean back in the soft leather of the seat. My stomach is pleasantly full, and I’ve got Matthew by my side once again, teasing my thigh with maddening little strokes of his fingertips. His fingers get closer and closer to my core, and I squirm in my seat. I moan when his finger lightly brushes over the gusset of my panties.

I rock my hips trying to entice him to touch me more, but his fingers skate away instead. I let out a little whimper of distress, and he chuckles darkly. “Love, if you keep making those throaty little moans, I’m going to have to pull this car over, and I don’t think you want Slade an audience for what I’m going to do to you.”

“How far away is home?” I ask impatiently.

Matthew’s fingers make their way back up to my panties in a gentle tease. “Close.”

We stop at a light, and I do something utterly brazen. I lean across the console and nibble at his ear. “Hurry, Matty. I need you.”

He growls in frustration. I hope he’s feeling the same need that’s burning through my body. I want him just as lustful. I need his calm control to fracture and break. I won’t settle for kisses and touches tonight. I want everything with him.

The car is barely in park when Matthew has our seatbelts undone and is pulling me across the center console and into his lap. With a harsh grip on the back of my neck, he tugs my lips to his. There is none of his normal finesse in this kiss. He’s ravenous, and I love it. Unable to stay still with his hardness beneath me, I rub myself on him until we are both panting.

“Enough,” Matthew growls, ripping his lips from mine.

We stumble from the car. I expect him to haul me to the elevator and up to his room, but instead, he pushes me against the car and kisses me again. I don’t know how we manage to get to the elevator, but we do. The ride to the penthouse feels like a million years. The doors have barely opened when he’s tugging me behind him. I stumble on my heels, and with a snarl, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

The breath is stolen from my lungs when he tosses me onto the bed. A second later, he follows me down. I lose track of all time as he devours me. I groan when his mouth descends on my nipple.

When did he remove my dress?

He sucks me in, and I decide I don’t care. The only thing that matters is I’m naked, and Matthew is lavishing me with pleasure. He teases every inch of my breasts until I’m begging him for more. I cry out when he thrusts a finger into my core. My fingers grip his hair holding him to me. He latches on to the side of my breast and sucks so hard it aches. It’s such exquisite torture. When he pulls away, there is a dark mark left behind.

Fierce possession flashes in his eyes, and he marks the other in the same way. My body has been marked in so many ways through cruelty, I never knew it could be like this. My pussy clenches around his fingers, and I swear I could come from him marking me as his.

“Matty, please.”

“Mmm. Please what, love?” He thrusts his fingers deep then does something that makes my eyes cross. Over and over, he hits that same spot inside me until I’m shaking with the need for release.

“I need you. Please!” I cry out, losing complete control as he works my body into a fever pitch.

He pulls his fingers from me, and I whine at the loss. I’m not empty for long because he’s lining up his thick cock with my entrance and slowly pressing inside me. He moves in controlled measures, filling me inch by inch. I don’t want slow and controlled. I want him to lose his mind and take my body exactly how he wants.

I need him to fuck me. I tell him as much, and he closes his eyes on a groan warring with himself. I clench around him, and that’s all it takes for him to lose the grip on his self-control. I cry out as he thrusts the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, Rosie, you shatter all of my control. Are you okay?”

“Yes! Oh, God, yes. Please, Matty, move. You won’t hurt me. Take me however you want. Unleash that inner dominant that you’ve kept on such a tight leash. Give me all of you.”

He makes a noise like a wounded animal. I could weep from happiness when he pulls out and thrusts back in hard. He ruts into me like a beast uncaged, and I love it. Without any warning, my orgasm crashes over me, and I come on a scream so loud it rings in the room. He doesn’t stop pounding into me. He fucks me right through my orgasm until I’m boneless.

I whimper when he pulls all the way out, instantly missing the feel of him. He flips me to my stomach then pulls me up on my knees. I hardly have time to catch my breath before he’s plunging back inside me. He feels fucking huge in this position, and with every stroke, he hits that delicious spot inside me that makes me see stars.

Another orgasm is building, and I instinctively know this one is going to wreck me in the best way. Matthew fists my hair and pulls my head around for a kiss. It’s messy and rough and utterly perfect. He releases my hair, then with a hand on my back, he pushes me chest down against the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. Love how your pretty little pussy takes my cock.” He pushes deep then swivels his hips grinding into me. “Your sexy ass in the air just begging to be spanked. Would you like that?”

The question confuses me. Would I like it? After everything, I never thought I could, but the small bits of pain he’s combined with pleasure have just enhanced everything. Adding a forbidden edge to what he does to me. A memory of a submissive tied to a spanking bench while her master spanked her ass while fucking her comes to mind. I remember getting wet imagining Matthew doing that to me…

“Yes… do it. Spank me while you fuck me. Please, sir,” I beg.

“As you wish.”




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