by Via Mari
It’s a couple hours before he texts me that she’s settled in at the penthouse suite of the most luxurious hotel in the city overlooking Lake Michigan. I know exactly when she’s read the letter, the one left for her on the king-size bed, when she texts me as I’ve asked her to do. While my princess is extremely capable of handling the most difficult situations physically, I’ve seen her submissive side, and it makes my dick hard and my heart constrict with the need to care for her. It has since the very first time I saw her, heard her breathing while she was chained next to me, felt her desire grow as I spoke to her. It was never a question, her and me, it was only a matter of time, and that time is now.
If she is mine, then she will need to know that I will ensure her every need and desire is taken care of. I know for a fact that her heart is consumed with making sure that trafficking is minimized and that aligns perfectly with the Italian Family vision and that of Kroskov, who I know will be a person in the periphery of her life and will be an ally to the Italian Family. I pick up the phone and hit the contact for Chase, who I know is already in the air on the way to the States from Italy with Katarina. I hear the reconnect of the phone to the Wi-Fi on the jet and it takes a few extra rings, but then his voice comes on over the secure line.
“Chase here, Matt. We were all worried about you when we got your texts. Jay’s been keeping me posted on the situation, but I’m glad you called.”
“Thanks, Chase. I don’t know how to thank you and Brian for your faith in me. I mean, this is as close to a disaster in terms of conflicts of interest that we could find ourselves in, and the fact that you both want to keep me on the team means the world to me. I talked to Jenny earlier, and she told me Brian didn’t take the news very well at first.”
“You’ve been taking care of Jenny since her trauma. He knows you hold a special place in her heart. You’re like the brother she always hoped to have. I think you know the situation with her own brother isn’t the best. He wants to protect her and make her happy and didn’t want you off the team, and neither do I.”
My chest tightens again, because I’ve never had a family before, and I now know the true sense of family, and these are the people I care most about, and they are just that, my family. I inhale deeply, finding it difficult to ask for anything more, but in my heart, I know it can be a win-win for everyone.
“You know my background. I’ve never had a family and now I do. I wanted to come to you first with this idea because I know Brian will do whatever it takes to keep me close to Jenny, but I didn’t want you to feel pushed on the matter.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, and Brian and I don’t agree on everything, but we respect each other’s positions when not. What’s on your mind?” Chase says.
“Marenah’s passion is in prevention of trafficking. She puts her life on the line every day to do just that. She resigned from Interpol because of the conflict it would cause to the families, completed the assignment they hired her to do, and did it in a way that the people running the operations were taken out, but will still leave the Russians in a strong position and as allies to the Larussio family. Kroskov will be taking the reins shortly and is adamantly opposed to trafficking. I happen to know the Larussios are staunchly opposed to any activity of this kind, too. We could easily create a trafficking research division, and after what we’ve learned the last few days, should. If the security team is going to keep everyone secure, you’re going to need to know exactly what’s happening on all fronts to counter anything that occurs, and Marenah is passionate about this. I still need to discuss it with Jay, but I know he’ll be supportive. You asked us to bring anything that came up related to conflicts of interest to you and Brian, and I want to respect that request.”
“I like the idea for more than a few reasons. Let’s conference Brian in,” Chase says, and before I even have a chance to reply he’s connecting.
“Brian here, what’s up?” he says to Chase.
“I have Matt on the line. We’re looking at the possibility of opening a new division in our intel team to research trafficking and placing Marenah in the division. It would give the security team an edge and more intel when dealing with the different families globally and any potential enemies.”
“I’m more than good with that. She’s more than proven herself capable and trustworthy in the way she dealt with things, and I won’t have you leave the team, Matt. You’re family. Do what you need to do, and bring her on board,” Brian says.
“Roger that. I’ll talk with Jay and the guys and get it set up. Last thing, I need to make sure you are both really okay with Marenah as part of the family. I know we’ve talked about work, but I mean more. I want to solidify a personal commitment with her,” I say.
“We’re more than okay with it, Matt. Brian and I discussed it and have already cleared the way with Giovanni Larussio. We’ve told him what he needs to know, and he’s completely supportive, based on the way things were handled. You know the Italian Family is staunchly opposed to the abuse of women. We’re all supportive. Scottie let us know you’re in Chicago, and we’re on our way right now. Are you planning to attend Sasha’s event tomorrow and dinner tomorrow evening?” Chase says.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m the one that’s supposed to bring Marenah,” I say.
“Excellent. We’ll plan to see you then,” Chase says.
“Thanks for everything,” I say, and that’s all I can manage to get out, because again they floor me with their dedication and loyalty, taking me in just like I am one of their real family.
I send Marenah a text to see if she has followed my instructions and her text makes me smile. Teaching her tonight will be fun.
* * *
I ride up the elevator, and when it stops on her floor, at the penthouse, it dings my arrival, because I pushed in the security code that she, Scottie, and myself are privy to. The doors part, and I walk past the living room and into the bedroom of the penthouse suite and my dick hardens at the fact that she’s followed my instruction to the letter.
My princess is splayed out in front of me, just as I asked, perfect in her pale pink lacy nightgown that shows the pointy tips of her nipples through the sheer lace and causes my dick to release the precum I’m saving for her. She’s watching me. Our attraction has always been intense, and her bright blue eyes are holding my own in anticipation as I near the edge of the bed. I can feel the magnetic power, the attraction for each other our bodies emit.
“Princess,” I say, rubbing her pale pink and white-tipped manicured toes and running my finger against the smoothness of her arch, up to her ankle, lifting it so that I can suckle her toe in my mouth. She moans softly and shifts, and with that I know restraints will be needed for what I have in store tonight.
The scent of the bath gel she’s used and her arousal as I make my way from her delicate feet to the curve of her calves, past her knees, and then to her inner thighs is intoxicating. I smile as I lick her inner thighs, pushing her nighty up and her thighs apart, getting closer to her pussy as she shifts her hips up. She may be willing to do as I’ve asked, but she’s not experienced yet and unable to control her body’s responses, and my dick hardens and thickens at the thought of teaching her.
“Still, Princess. You don’t take your pleasure. I give it to you,” I tell her, and my dick throbs when she moans softly. “I’ve taken your virginity once, tonight I take it a new way. If you want me to stop, you tell me, otherwise, I am going to restrain you and take you my way,” I say, licking closer to her pussy one more time. Her brilliant blue eyes glaze over, dilating, and I need no further invitation.
I’m still fully dressed and push her arms over her head, slipping the soft cuffs over her dainty wrists and securing them to the headboard, kissing her, smothering the soft little pants as I make my way down her body, pushing her long blonde hair aside as I nuzzle and kiss her creamy neck, sucking it, marking her as my own as she moans and struggles
in her restraints.
When I reach her pointy tips, taking them in my mouth, sucking hard. She squirms, and her body responds to the intensity just like I knew it would, pushing up on its own accord. “Still Princess, I’ll give you what you need,” I say, making my way south, covering her exposed mound with the palm of my hand, grasping it and squeezing, letting her know I’m there. I watch as she struggles, wanting to push her mound up, get her little pussy stroked, but my princess is made for me, and if I didn’t know it before, I know it now. She manages to restrain herself on a different level than my cuffs do, waiting for me to give her pleasure. I sit up, giving her even more time, letting her desire build along with my own as I stand up and push my suit coat off, undo the tie around my neck, laying the tie on her thighs because there is so much more I want to do with that. I start unbuttoning my shirt, and as I pull it back and let it fall to the floor, she moans softly.
“I don’t know all the rules. I love what you’re doing,” she pants.
“I’ll teach you all the rules, little by little. Tonight, you do what I say, let me give you your pleasure,” I say, and my dick hardens as her eyes go hazy and she licks her lips as I finish undressing and let the rest of my clothes fall to the floor.
She’s panting as I part her legs and slide between them. I’ve taken her virginity and she’s felt the pleasure of pain and then pleasure, but she hasn’t experienced it like this. I grasp behind her knees, slowly pushing her forward so that she is almost bent in half, suckling her sweetness, slipping my tongue into her. “Ready, Princess?” I ask, sitting up, but she need not answer because her eyes tell me everything I need to know as I thrust my cock deep inside of her.
I hit the back of her, and she cries out, “More,” and although she’ll learn that I call the shots in the bedroom, that’s exactly what I give her, finding that exact spot that drives her crazy, hitting it time and time again until she is writhing on the bed, trying her hardest to constrain her movements, pulling at her restraints and panting my name, and only then do I allow her to come, once and then twice.
She’s still trembling, but we’re not done. I want to feel her again, and coax her satiny lips apart, allowing me to explore the warmth, the taste of her, and capture her tongue in a dance with my own. She moans, and her hips shift slightly, and my dick twitches knowing that she’s becoming aroused again.
I slide my thumb over her swollen clit while my finger explores her wetness and pushes into it. Her head rolls back with one finger, she arches her back with the insertion of the second. I keep rubbing her clit, and after stretching her and feeling her soak my fingers, insert another into her pussy. This time she moans, raising her hips to accept more, sending my dick into overdrive.
She’s ready for me, wet and needy, exactly the way I want when I claim everything for my very own. I release her restraints and flip her onto her belly and lift her hips, sliding my fingers out of her velvety smoothness, as her ass rises with desire. “Princess, you’re so hot. I want your virginity another way tonight,” I say, pressing my lubricated finger deep inside her tight little ring until I feel her relax and begin to enjoy it, pushing back, even though we’ll need to overcome that with time, but it tells me exactly what I need to know. She’s wants me this way. I add more lubricant and slide another finger in, scissoring, spreading her before letting them both sink in to the depths they are able. Her moan tells me it’s good, and I sink my cock into her dripping pussy from behind, thrusting slow, and deep. She needs to be right on the edge for the first time, and that’s exactly where she is when I add another digit, allowing her to adjust, and when the little pants turn to moans, it’s time, she’s ready.
“Ready Princess?” I ask, pushing her silky hair to the side.
“Yes,” she moans, and I pull out of her pussy and push the head of my cock a few inches into her back entrance. It’s a tight fit this way, even having stretched her, but she moans and pushes back, letting me know she wants it, and fuck, that makes my dick hot.
I push farther, and then hold position, allowing her to acclimate to the size in this position, but if anything, she’s pushing back harder, just begging me to take her this way. I slide in, going slow, inch by inch, giving her time, knowing it’s pushing her boundaries as she tenses trying to take me. I still myself, letting her stretch before seating myself all the way, letting my dick’s pulse rest against the end of her.
I drive slow, intentional, listening to her pants, and I can tell exactly when the discomfort turns to pleasure, and then pull her hips back and up so that I can drive slowly and deep, ensuring she feels every stroke, and every fucking time she moans with need, my cock grows and wants to explode. Listening to her little pants almost pushes me over, but I hold it back, wanting to feel her coming with me, finding her little nub with my finger and stroking it in time to my thrusts.
Deep, over and over, deeper and deeper, and when she starts grasping the bedsheets, and I know that she’s close I thrust harder, hitting the spot that makes her cry out until she is screaming my name over and over and over again.
My balls contract at the sound of my name from her lips and the tightening of her entire body around my dick. White-hot molten need spurts through me and I release strand after strand of my come deep into her tight velvety wetness, pulling her hips back over and over, needing the feel of her settled deep on the tip of my dick as I come inside of her, holding her until the waves finally begin to subside.
I roll her with me, gathering her against me, folding her small frame in my arms, kissing the back of her neck as our breathing finally returns to normal. “So very good,” my princess says barely above a whisper before falling into a sated sleep in my arms.
I hold her tight next to me for the longest time, just listening to her breathe as she rests.
* * *
An hour later, I’ve washed her with a warm washcloth and she’s just beginning to fully waken. I pull her into my arms and push a strand of long blonde hair away from her face so there is nothing distracting me from her expressive eyes.
“You recall the first night we met?” I ask.
She nods, her eyes fixated on my own, her eyes dilating, her breath shallowing, and I can feel the magnitude of the beating of her heartbeat from here. The attraction we have is palpable, it seems to have a life of its own and connects us completely.
I grasp both sides of her cheeks with my fingers, bringing her toward me, licking her lips with my tongue, capturing her bottom lip with my own. “Princess, you’ve been mine since the very night I saw you. I’m not letting you go.”
“What about my family?”
“It’s been dealt with. My family has dealt with it. There’s nothing for you to worry about. If you want to keep working to eliminate trafficking you can. There’ll be a position for you,” I say.
Her eyes narrow as she gazes up at me. “So that means you’ll be in charge of me, of what I do, and my job?” she says.
“Marenah, I’m always going to be in charge of ensuring your security, and that your pleasure is taken care of, is that a problem for you?” I ask.
It takes a moment before she shakes her head. “I think I love that,” she says, her eyes still hazy and dark, and my cock gets hard watching her submission.
“Princess, you don’t have to take on the world alone. I want you for my very own, and that means ensuring your every need is taken care of. I’ve never been into vanilla relationships, but with you I want both lifestyles. I want you to wear my collar, but also my ring. A connection like ours doesn’t happen every day. I want everyone to know that you are mine in every sense of the word, vanilla or other. You are mine,” I say, sliding the silver and diamond collar that has a circular ring for play attached, but then has two initials, both M’s, one for Matt and one for Marenah, overlapping and dangling from the sphere, and anyone looking at it, unfamiliar with the lifestyle, would think it is nothing more than a beautiful n
ecklace.
She rubs it gently, looking up at me. “Yours,” she says gently, her eyes fixated on mine, and my dick hardens and throbs with her submission and the way her eyes dilate when she gives it.
“Marenah, I want you in every sense of the word: my best friend, my partner in life, my submissive, my wife, and the mother of my children. Marry me, Princess, and let’s make a family that we can call our own and be proud of,” I say, and her eyes begin to brim with unfallen tears, and she nods her head.
“I love you so much, Matt. Yes, I’ll marry you, make a family with you,” she says, and my chest tightens hard as I slide the ring I’ve selected onto her finger.
“Matt, it’s absolutely gorgeous,” she exclaims, her voice barely above a whisper as she continues to admire the princess cut diamond ring that now sits proudly on her finger.
“A ring fit for a princess,” I say, capturing her lips with mine and sealing my claim of her for my very own.
Excerpt from Shattered,
Book 1 of The Torzial Affair series
If you loved Matt in this story, follow him on his journey to protect Brian Carrington, one of the wealthiest men alive, and his wife, Jenny. Learn why he was forced to go back underground and how he eventually met Marenah.
Jenny Torzial is highly successful in her professional life as the owner of a consulting company on the verge of national recognition. Her spirited façade belies the emotional scars gouged by the man she thought would someday be her husband.
Brian Carrington, the cocky, extremely reactive heir to the Carrington Steel empire, has concluded that women only want one thing from him—his money, and the prestige of his last name. Investing no emotional energy in one-night stands, he has developed the ultimate guard for his wealth, status, and heart.
What will happen when their worlds collide in a dominant-and-submissive power exchange? Can they overcome the demons of her past as he is thrust into the role of protector?
