by Carew, Opal
He captured her lips again, possessing her mouth with passion. “Of course you can trust me. I love you.”
He swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He placed her on the big bed and prowled over her.
She smiled up at him. “Oh, please, Mr. Pearce.” Her delicate fingers wrapped around his aching cock. It twitched in her hand, pulsing with need. “I want you to fuck me.”
She pressed his cockhead to her wet folds, and he glided inside her, unable to stop himself. Fuck, she was so hot and wet. He groaned as she tightened around him in an intimate hug.
“Oh, God, Kate, I want you so much.”
He drove deep and she moaned.
* * *
Kate almost fainted at the intense pleasure of his huge cock filling her to the hilt. “Oh, yes, Sir. Please fuck me hard.”
She was still elated at his proclamation of love.
He drew back and drove deep again. His lips nuzzled her neck as he drew back. Then he glided forward. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening wider for him. This time his cock filled her even deeper.
Pleasure rocked through her and she moaned. Soaring higher as he thrust again and again. His body pounded against her, filling her with his hot marble shaft over and over. She groaned as sweet bliss spilled through her, then erupted into a cataclysmic orgasm.
She hugged him tight to her. “Oh, Matt. Oh, yes.” Then she wailed so loudly, she feared she’d wake the neighborhood. He ground against her and grunted, spilling inside her in a wash of heat.
Then her consciousness shattered and she rode the wave of ecstasy.
Finally, she fell against the pillows, gasping for air.
He nuzzled her neck and she smiled up at him.
“So you love me,” she said coyly.
As soon as she said it, she regretted it. The light in his eyes flickered and went out, then he drew back. His cock slipped from inside her and she felt empty. Physically and emotionally.
“Kate, I’m sorry, I should never have said that. I meant it when I said I would never hurt you, but…” He shook his head and drew away from her.
Her heart pounded, but she drew in a deep breath. “Okay, I get it. I’m pretty tired.” She pushed herself from the bed and walked toward the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
She waited for him to protest, but he didn’t. She would love nothing better than to curl up against him and sleep in his arms, but instead, she walked down the hallway to the guest room. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes, stripped off the ankle and wrist cuffs, and glanced around. She had no nightgown or pajamas, so she climbed into bed naked.
* * *
Matt threw his arm over his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, glowing in the soft illumination of the moon. He wished things had gone differently two years ago. That he and Kate hadn’t slipped apart.
That Ileana hadn’t ruined everything. That party showed there was a wedge between him and Kate that he hadn’t really known existed. The pain he’d suffered because of Kate walking out on him had been intense, ripping his heart to shreds. All because of Ileana.
And then, after Kate had gone and Matt was suffering from a broken heart … He would love to blame Ileana for what happened, and she had certainly played her part, but he had to take responsibility for his own actions. He was the one who had ultimately betrayed Kate.
He rolled over again. All he could do now was to try and help Kate find her future happiness. The question was, would she even stay for the rest of the week?
* * *
Kate walked into the huge tile and glass shower in the guest room’s en suite bathroom and turned on the water, then leaned into the warm spray. Matt had texted her a few moments ago, telling her he’d left some clothes outside her bedroom door and asking when she’d like breakfast.
In the shower, she pressed the shampoo dispenser on the wall and lathered up her hair. He was being sensitive, giving her a little more time before she had to face him, knowing it would be awkward after him saying he loved her, then taking it back.
She thought about the clothes Matt had left for her. At the door, she had found a bag with a thick, fluffy robe, and a pair of jeans with a cozy sweater. The latter was not exactly what she’d imagined he’d like her to wear during their week of sex, especially hot Dom-sub sex.
She rinsed the lather from her hair, then reached for the other dispenser and pumped body gel onto her palm. It smelled like magnolia blossoms. She stroked the gel vigorously over her body. Normally, she’d delight in the rich lather and the exotic scent, but right now she was too distracted.
Did Matt want her to leave? He might find it uncomfortable being around her now. Or was he just making it easier on her if she wanted to go?
She glided her hands over her breasts, swirling over the nipples. Their next encounter was bound to be awkward, but she really didn’t want to give up a week with Matt. Her nipples puckered as she thought of Matt’s big, muscular body. She wished he was here right now, scrubbing her clean, stroking over her naked body. She glided her hand down her belly and between her legs. The slickness there was not just soap.
Thoughts of his big cock, gliding into her, filling her more than her fingers ever could, sent her hormones into overdrive. Within seconds she was leaning against the tiled wall, shuddering her release, while the shower water still poured over her.
* * *
As Kate walked into the kitchen, Matt looked her up and down and she’d knew he was assessing the fact that she wore the robe he’d left for her rather than the sweater and jeans.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Good morning. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll pour you a coffee. Breakfast is almost ready.”
He stood up to get the coffee, then returned to the table with the pot and filled her cup.
“About last night…,” Kate said as he sat down at the table. She knew Matt and she could tell he was going to try to push her away. She decided to address the issue head-on.
Matt raised his eyebrows.
“When you said you loved me, it threw us both off a little,” she continued. “But that doesn’t mean we have to end this week together.”
His gaze shot to hers.
“You were going to ask me to leave, right?” Her lips compressed. “The jeans and sweater you gave me to wear are far from sexy attire for a submissive.”
“I thought you’d want to leave.”
“Matt, you told me before we came here that you weren’t interested in rekindling the romance between us. I knew that coming here. I realize that last night we both got caught up in being together again. We remembered how we felt in the past.” She stared into his dark blue eyes. “But I realize that’s all it was.”
At least for him.
She stood up, and stepped toward him. “I don’t want to leave.” She stroked his hair, loving the feel of the waves under her fingertips. “I want to make this week work.”
He grasped her hand and held it. “Kate, if you’re hoping I’ll fall in love with you … if you think you’re in love with me…”
She shook her head. “I know that’s in the past. We won’t talk of love again, except to say”—she smiled and drew her hand from his, then leaned close and pressed her face near his ear, his dark hair caressing her cheek—“I love being with you.”
She untied her robe and let it fall open, then pushed the table back and stood in front of him. His gaze dropped to the narrow opening over her chest, locking on the visible swell of her breasts. She took his hand and guided it under the fabric, then pressed it to her naked breast.
Settling on his thighs, facing him, she stroked over the bulge in his jeans. “And I love having sex with you.”
Matt seemed thoroughly mesmerized by her words and actions. She tugged down the zipper of his jeans, then wrapped her fingers around his twitching cock.
“And I really love having your big cock inside me.” Her lips danced along his angular jawl
ine.
When she started to glide downward, he curled his fingers behind her head and cupped it, then drew her forward. His mouth matched with hers and he thrust his tongue into her depths. She opened, allowing him to possess her mouth. He stroked, caressing every surface. His tongue tangled with hers and they undulated together in a passionate rhythm. When he released her mouth, she gasped for air.
“Now, kneel down,” he demanded, slipping her hand from his cock.
She smiled and crouched down, gazing at his enormous cockhead peering out of his jeans, Matt’s hand firmly around it. He brushed the head against her lips and she opened. His cockhead glided into her. She wrapped her lips around him as the corona filled her mouth. She sucked on him, loving the feel of him filling her.
Slowly, he moved forward, pushing his cock inside her. She sucked and squeezed as he glided deeper. He filled her mouth and her throat.
He groaned. “God, you feel so good around me.”
She sighed at the delight of giving him pleasure.
He reached down to her face and stroked her cheek.
He thrust into her mouth, as if making love to her. In and out. Pleasure washed through her, then he groaned and jerked deep. Hot liquid flooded her. More and more. Filling her with heat, and lust for more.
When he finally pulled his cock from her mouth, she cried out, “Oh, God, Sir, please fuck me.” Her insides churned in need. She had to have him now.
He drew her to her feet and backed her against the wall. She clung to his shoulders as he pressed his big cockhead to her dripping wet opening.
His lips trailed along her jawline, sending heat simmering though her. “I’m going to fuck you now. Fill you so deep…” He nipped her neck. “Possess you so fully, that you will have no doubt I am your Master.”
“Oh, yes, Sir,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”
His cock drove into her, filling her deeply. His cock was long and thick. He stretched her beyond belief. Pleasure rippled through her, filling her entire being.
She wrapped her arms around him. “Make me come, Mr. Pearce.”
He drove into her. Again and again. Mercilessly.
Filling her with such intense pleasure she thought she’d explode.
“Oh, yes.”
The nerve-tingling sensations of his big cock filling her, his hard body ramming her against the wall, his lips pressing against her temple, all combined to drive her to a level of bliss beyond the mere physical world.
She gasped as his cock drove deeper still, then she wailed, clinging to his shoulders. Every nerve ending burst with pleasure and she surrendered to their shared ecstasy.
* * *
The doorbell rang and Kate put down the newspaper and glanced toward the door. Should she get it? Matt had told her there was no staff on duty this week and he had apologetically gone to the office for an hour or so, despite it being Saturday, because his assistant had called with some kind of emergency that couldn’t wait until after Matt’s week off.
The doorbell rang again. She decided she might as well answer it. She went and opened the door. Her heart stammered when she found herself face-to-face with Ileana.
“What are you doing here?” Kate demanded.
Ileana pushed past her and waltzed into the house. “I think the better question is, what are you doing here?”
Kate’s eyes narrowed as she followed the woman into the kitchen. Ileana opened the fridge and helped herself to one of the blue glass bottles of imported water Matt kept chilling in the door, then grabbed a glass from the cupboard without skipping a beat. Clearly the woman knew her way around the house.
“I know that everything you told me about what happened at the party was a lie,” Kate said. “Matt had nothing to do with that man.”
Ileana smiled at Kate as if she were genuinely amused. “Well, aren’t you the little genius? Too bad you figured it out eons too late.”
Ileana strode into the living room as if she owned the place. Kate followed her, feeling a little like a pet dog trotting after its master.
“So, have you seen his dungeon yet?” Ileana asked casually. “It’s much more elaborate than mine.”
Kate remembered the harsh feel of Ileana’s dungeon, with chains hanging from a cold brick wall and a selection of whips and floggers displayed on a wooden table.
She wanted this woman to leave. Just having this treacherous person here sent shivers down her spine.
Ileana switched the radio station from the soft music Kate had on to a hard rock station. “It’s in the basement and well soundproofed.” She glanced at Kate with a wicked smile. “No one would hear you scream.”
Ignoring the queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, Kate planted her hands on her hips. “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work. You drove Matt and me apart before, and I won’t let you do it again.”
“Did you know Matt and I were a couple?”
“He told me you dated briefly, but it didn’t mean anything.”
Ileana nodded. “I see. That’s what he told you.”
Kate crossed her arms. “That’s right.”
Her eyebrow flicked upward. “So why did he propose to me then?”
Kate’s breath caught, but she knew it was a lie. “I don’t believe you.”
Ileana’s lips turned up in a predatory smile. “I know you don’t.” She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out an iPad, then flipped it on. “But I have proof.”
After a few touches of her finger on the screen, she turned the device to face Kate.
Shock careened through her as she stared at a picture of Ileana and Matt together, Matt slipping a huge diamond ring on her finger, Ileana beaming like … well, like a woman who’d just been proposed to.
Kate glanced up at the woman’s smirking face.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about Matt. Shall I fill you in?”
The Submission
Kate’s blood froze. Matt had told her Ileana had meant nothing to him. That he’d only dated her for a short time, then ended it when he realized how manipulative she was. Now she was staring at proof that he’d been lying.
Ileana flicked her finger across the iPad to display other pictures of her and Matt while they shopped for a ring, the two of them smiling and laughing, just like any newly engaged couple would while searching for the perfect symbol of their love.
Kate felt ill.
“Everything was great between me and Matt until he saw you running through some shopping mall a couple of weeks ago.” She said it with distaste, as if she wouldn’t be caught dead in a mall. “Then he decided he wanted to go after you again.”
Ileana turned off the iPad and slid it back into her purse. “He told me he just wanted a quick fling with you. Since I know how much he’s always wanted to train you into total submission, he hoped I’d be understanding enough to indulge him.” She shrugged. “I’m pretty open-minded. I don’t mind swapping partners, and definitely threesomes are great, but…” Her sharp gaze locked onto Kate. “I draw the line at an obsession like you. I told him he had to choose. You or me.”
“And he chose me,” Kate said, but found no pleasure in it.
Ileana took a sip of her water, then nodded. “But don’t get too excited about it. I know Matt and he knows me. He figures he’ll have his fun with you, then when it’s over, he’ll come chasing after me again, assuming he’ll be able to win me back.” She smiled. “And ordinarily he’d be right. But this time, I’ve decided not to let him have his way. So I’m leaving for good.”
“Is that why you came here? To tell me he’s all mine now?” Kate said with sarcasm, wondering what was really at the heart of this woman’s visit.
She just laughed. “Don’t kid yourself. You won’t be able to hold on to him any more than I could. He’s an incredibly screwed-up guy and he’s incapable of a normal relationship.” She put her glass down and paced across the room. “No, I’m here because I made a mistake. I gave him back his ring and now I’
m having second thoughts.”
Kate frowned. “So you want him back?”
Ileana laughed. “No, I don’t want him back. I want the ring.”
“Oh.” The word escaped from Kate’s lips, as she wondered how Ileana could possibly let Matt slip away if she had a choice. “Why?”
Ileana shrugged. “I’m moving to L.A. Making a new start. That ring will go a long way to a down payment on a condo. I think I deserve that.” She walked toward the stairs. “So I’ll just go get it and get out of your hair.”
Kate stepped in front of her. “I think not.” Kate was not about to let Ileana, or anyone else, take something from Matt’s house without his permission.
“It’s my ring.” Ileana glared at her.
“Not once you gave it back to him. If you want it, you’ll have to ask Matt for it.”
Ileana turned thoughtful. “I would think you’d help a girl out. After all, he betrayed you, too.”
“I told you, I don’t believe Matt was in on that horrible incident you arranged at the party.”
Ileana’s lips turned up in a condescending smile. “I wasn’t talking about that, sweetie. I bet he didn’t tell you that—”
A beeping indicated that Kate had received a text. She pulled the phone from her jeans pocket and glanced at it.
“Matt will be here in a few minutes,” Kate said.
“Well, that will be awkward. Look, why don’t you just be a dear and run up and get the ring for me? Then I’ll be out of here and you can return to whatever little games you and Matt have been playing. The ring’s in his bedside table. The one nearest the window.”
“I said no.” Kate’s head was swirling with confusing thoughts and emotions, and she wasn’t sure what to believe, but there was one thing she was certain of: Ileana would not leave here with anything she didn’t have when she’d arrived.
Except my peace of mind.
