Matt rose up, saying, “That’s my girl. I knew I could get you to gush for me.”
I felt the wetness under me. Once again, Matt got off the bed. I moved over to get away from the wet spot, rattling the chains of the cuffs. “Wait,” he ordered. The bed dipped upon his weight at my head. He released the cuffs from my wrists, and I brought my withered arms down to my sides. I turned onto my front and lay on a drier spot to seek some relief from the tension on my muscles. I groaned into the fluffy cushioning, breathing heavy. I was in exhaustive pain. I couldn’t even move when he bit my ass hard. I moaned, and tears broke through the surface.
To some degree I wanted him to be done, but I knew there was much to resolve; this was our only way. He made it clear he was going to do this all night long. A hard smack on the same cheek made me arch and rise upwards slightly, but my arms couldn’t hold me. I plopped down again, moaning. Another hard slap on my other ass cheek made me clench my ass. I lifted my ass and wiggled, hoping to entice him to enter me and get his own release.
“I told you, all night,” he hissed. “Unless you use your safe word.” He whispered in my ear. I didn’t answer right away. “Maybe, it’s too much for you,” he taunted.
“Do your worst . . . babe,” I prompted. I could feel his smile against my face.
“I intend to,” he said, adjusting me on the bed. The plush fibers of the towel he placed underneath me tickled my skin. “Can you handle my doing the same things to your back, if I don’t restrain you?”
“Yes,” I consented.
“I think you can take it,” he agreed, straddling my body. “Whatever I do to you, keep your hands away from my body. Do not hit me or touch me. Carry on as if you’re still tied down.”
A massage to my shoulders, arms, back, and hips soothed my aching muscles. Per his explicit instructions, I kept my arms up and away from his body. The only sounds heard were the moans coming from my body as he invigorated more life into my deadened limbs. I felt lulled into a state of sleepiness.
Matt lay on top of my body, pinning me still. His arms rested on my arms as he pulled my long, curly hair away from my neck and face. He bit the nape of my neck and suckled. I tensed with his intentional branding of my skin. However, discrete the spot, I knew he did it in spite of my wishes. I tried to move away, when I heard him say, “You’re mine.” Instantly I thought of Shay yelling the same at the man, “Es mia!” Two men claiming me as their woman, yet, I was being dominated and fucked by the only one I desperately wanted. When I stopped resisting, allowing him to finish what he started, he rose up and made his way down my body with bites and kisses. The sensation was different. My body became used to the sting of his nipping.
“Where’s your ring?” He asked softly. My heart beat profusely as I gathered the strength to respond.
“It was taken by one of the henchmen,” he didn’t respond. “I had no intention of ever taking it off, but I was overpowered. It wasn’t returned to me. I’m sorry, babe.” I offered. He remained silent, and I wanted to cry for not protecting my ring.
After a period of pause, Matt dug his nails against my skin. I arched my back. He concentrated the scratches on the back of my torso. The trail left behind a cool burn. I couldn’t resist biting my lip to stop my cries. The scratches went down to the top of my ass. Just when I thought he couldn’t possibly do any more pleasurable damage, he started blowing over the scratches from bottom to the top. The cooling sensation made me feel on fire. I could feel the welts rising and prickling. The tears streamed down my face. I dried the tears on bed coverings. To prevent lashing out, I tucked my arms into my body with my hands pressed against my face.
I hoped I could stand more, but I couldn’t imagine how. My back was on fire, my pussy was throbbing and wet, shivers went down my body, and he still hadn’t had his release. There was no doubt he had the stamina to continue for as long as he needed to for me to submit to his will. And my hard interior couldn’t allow him to dominate me entirely; not just yet.
“You know what I’m going to do to you next, don’t you?” Matt asked while squeezing my buttocks. He dug his fingers, burying his nails as he kneaded my cheeks. He spread, pressed and tugged wider. I rose my bottom upwards to minimize the effect.
“No,” I answered definitively.
“Is that a ‘no, I don’t know’ or a ‘no, you can’t fuck me in the ass’?” He asked. I turned my face to the side to take in a deep breath, composing my nerves.
“It was a ‘no, I don’t know’.” I answered contrary to my intuition.
If he needed to take me where no other man had ever been before, I wasn’t going to deny him. Since the moment he claimed me the first time, I was his in whichever way he wanted me.
“Not tonight,” he said.
“Tease,” I quipped.
An uproarious laugh bellowed from above me. He slapped my ass hard, keeping his hand on the sting. I yelped at the strike.
“This isn’t the night. I would hurt you. I need to take you there without anger and disappointment because if I took you now, I’d literally break you in two,” he admitted. My belly quaked, and my mouth dried. I mentally chastised myself for feeling arousal.
“I need water, please,” I requested, and he obliged.
After I drank a few sips, he asked, “Ready for round three?”
*****
“You mean ‘third inning’?” I asked.
Again, he laughed loudly and smacked my ass harder. I knew then he restrained himself before. And I thought about Shay’s insight into Matt’s physicality.
“This isn’t supposed to be funny, Perla,” he warned, and I blanched.
“Yes, babe,” I capitulated, reeling from the heat on my flesh. Everything he did hurt so good. I didn’t want him to stop, needing to see how far he would take me. Mostly, I needed him to cum. Once he obtained his release, I hoped we would talk about our future, figuring out what we will do together.
“Now, I’m going to ask you some questions. And I want honest answers. If I don’t believe you, the penalty will be rough, and if you yell out Pentagon, I’m gone,” he warned. My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t want him to leave again. I needed to have him beside me after our play time. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, babe.”
“Good,” he confirmed. “Can you get on all fours?” He asked.
My eyes widened in the dark. I answered timidly, “Yes,” thinking he decided to enter me anally anyway. I bit my lip while I rose up on my tired and hurt arms. Once in position, his soft lip kissed my bottom. I felt his mouth widen and the gentle graze of his pearly white teeth. I hoped he would take it easy on me.
“Are you in love with Brady?” he asked close to my flesh. His hot, moist breath made my skin pimple.
“No,” I affirmed.
“But you feel something for him?”
“I don’t know,” I responded as honestly as I could. The first bite caused stars in my eyes, holding ‘Pentagon’ on the tip of my tongue. When I caught my breath I continued, “I mean it. I care for Shay. The young man he was when I was twelve. Not Brady. He didn’t show me Brady. He showed me Shay. And I never felt more than a twelve-year-old’s crush for Shay. And I’ve never had an interest in Brady,” I tried to coherently explain, hoping he believed me.
No more bites; just his fingers caressed the site.
“Are you going to see him again?” I hesitated. When I felt his teeth attempt to clamp at my other cheek at my non-response, I gasped.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully.
“Why?”
“Because we work together. He’s my boss. He’s a family friend. And he’s your friend,” I answered honestly.
No repercussions came to me. I felt him sidle his pelvis to my behind. His cock touched my folds, slickening himself with my juices.
“Are you telling him you’re filing the marriage license once you get it?” I didn’t answer until he bumped me on the backside. His cock slapped my folds, and I was impossibly titillat
ed.
“Only if you agree to not destroy the company,” I said, not thinking through my demand. With a hard slap and grab of my haunches, Matt pulled me into his pelvis, making me realize the error of my ways.
“You don’t have a say in my company.”
Losing my head, I retorted, “Twenty percent shares under my control says different.”
I reared back into him. Hindsight determined my response was wrong. Matt pulled back and entered me. As soon as the tip entered my folds, he was brutal in his fucking. I told him to do his worst, and he lashed out on my cervix. After several pumps, he stilled while inside of me. I knew it meant he was regaining his composure and would ensure to make himself last at the same intensity for a punishingly long time.
“If you think we will all live happily ever after this incident, you’re more foolish than I thought. Pentagon won’t last, and we might as well get out as soon as we can,” he gritted, starting his thrusts again.
My resilience allowed me to take all of him from one of my favorite positions. I hoped to entice him enough to change his mind.
I couldn’t shut my mind, “What about my job?” I asked with a moan.
“You won’t need it as my wife,” he said without much thought.
I felt gutted. All my plans and dreams were out the window. I stopped moving into his drives, remaining as still as possible. I couldn’t stop my need, especially with him caressing my body.
“So you’re saying this is going to happen no matter what?”
“Yeah,” he said raggedly as he moved faster. To stop the disappointment from withering the moment, I pushed those negative thoughts away.
I repositioned myself to take the brunt of his forceful strikes. His grunts and the slapping of our skin against one another were intensely erotic. I focused on his pleasure, moving to induce him to finish. The moment could be our last, and I tried to embed the memory of every motion, sound, sensation, and smell we experienced. And I knew in the instant I would never be the same without him in my life, but I had to do what was best for everyone.
When he stilled, I cried out in frustration, wanting him to obtain his fill. Time was needed to think through the next phase of our relationship. Sure enough, he wasn’t going to finish. I heard his hard, ragged breaths and felt his body shake over me. When he pulled out, I knew he was summoning his strength and thinking of how next to dominate me.
I failed at being the woman he wanted. However, I wondered if he truly knew what he wanted from me; the dominant and independent woman who he seduced or the submissive, faithful and needy wife material he sensed was locked deep within.
When he left the enclosure again, I wanted to cry out. I gave him a moment to compose himself as he paced around the bedroom. I heard him sigh. I sat on the bed, biting my fingernail in fear he would leave. When it was silent again, I walked out of bed to find him standing by the window. I walked up to his back, standing close to his tall, muscled physique. I reveled in his beauty. The way his back broadened as he breathed in to calm himself. I touched his back and he flinched. A kiss on his shoulder blade warmed him to sink into my touch, much like when I seduced him in his apartment. My hands wrapped around his waist, and he allowed my embrace. I continued to plant soft kisses as I pressed him to me. It may have been too much because he pulled my arms away from the hold.
Resigned, my hands hung limply in his grip until he brought them to his semi-erect cock. I smiled, biting my lip and feeling like I would melt into his body as I stroked him hard again. I stopped and walked to his front. I needed a kiss, something to confirm our love. For the first time since we were apart I looked deep into his eyes, assessing myself within his irises. All I could see was pain and restrained desire, and I hated to be the cause. I tiptoed up to kiss him, pulling him down to return the kiss. We both kept our eyes open to watch the range of emotions swirling within each other’s irises. I saw a plea, which had to be answered.
Always needing to dominate our passion, I took the throw blanket and covered the chaise. His hand in mine, I led him to sit and recline on the chaise. He fit perfectly along the curves of the armless chaise. I straddled him, leaving my feet on the ground on each side of him for leverage. His hands glided down to my waist to stabilize me over him. With his cock in my hand, I slipped him inside me, nestling him deep. Both of us gasped as I began to rock over him, supported by his thighs and my strong legs. He held me tight to his body and I could feel every sensation; from my folds to my throat. Matt set the pace he needed to take me despite the power position I held. Suckling my breast, his upper body pushed me backwards until I reclined on the curved length of the chaise. Matt lay forward, angling himself to take me deep.
I closed my eyes, turning my head to revel in the sensations. Matt held my chin. I opened my eyes, making eye contact. It was evident he didn’t want me to break the connection, and I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by him biting his lip, his grunts and groans, and the contortions of his beautiful face as he took me faster. I watched him the whole time, expressing myself vocally in the way he needed me to. His release was imminent, feeling his jerky movements. After a few more quick hard thrusts, he finally expended himself inside of me, laying heavily on me. I cradled him within my bosom. I missed us together. From the serenity exuding from his body, I knew he missed us together too.
I giggled when I considered sending a tip to Magnus for buying this chaise. I never considered the curved lounger to have an erotic purpose. Matt rose up and looked deeply into my eyes, but he didn’t ask about my giggle and I didn’t tell, feeling sheepish.
Matt stood up, pulling his flaccid penis from within me. I watched as he walked to the bathroom. Moments passed before he returned to my side where I stood by the bed. He picked up his clothing from the floor and began dressing. My heart sank, and a lump formed in my throat.
“Why don’t you stay here? It’s too late to drive home,” I offered.
“We have a lot to figure out, Perla,” he sighed.
“We can talk about it in the morning . . . over breakfast,” I said hopeful. He never wavered from dressing.
“No,” he said definitively. “You want to talk, file the marriage license before it expires, and then I’ll know you’re serious about us.”
“Matt . . .”
“Until such time, we can’t be together. Not in the way you want,” He stared at me. Light from the city night spotlighted his serious face. “If you spend any time with Brady, I will come to you like tonight and fuck some sense into you, but it won’t mean as much each time you go against me . . . against us,” he expressed.
I gasped before continuing, “Matt, we need to talk further. You can’t mean what you’re saying. Please . . .” Isaid.
“I’ve gotta go,” he said. His voice registered in a deep, commanding tone. I stood as if stricken by a spell, watching him walk away from us. His ultimatum was clear. File the marriage license and not see Brady. And the conundrum lay on how I could manage both tasks when the very person I couldn’t see held the license I needed to seal our future.
When I heard the turning of the secondary locks, I felt like Matt had locked me in a tower for safe keeping; away from the big, bad world which dared to take away his prized possession. I knew sleep would elude me for I had to think myself out of this dilemma. The lack of ideas caused me to run to the bathroom and vomit my fears, and left me with a major headache and pain in my chest.
MATT
Mixed emotions swirled through me when I walked out the door. The adrenalin controlled me after claiming her again. She needed to know I was her man. Brady could never give her what I could give. I gave her passion and love. I felt ill. I didn’t want to treat her that way . . . like a ‘whore’. To take Perla in such a manner made me feel empty and split in two. The empty feeling after sex is how I knew I wasn’t in love with Sonia. From the first time I fucked her, I kept seeking fulfillment from other women. When no one else filled the void, I married Sonia because it was time to start a family. But I
knew something critical was missing; true love. Sonia left me wanting more. Not wanting of more sex; wanting of more love. The depraved things I’d do to her without fulfillment confirmed she wasn’t the one. Yet, doing those very things to Perla was liberating. She let me do the things I enjoyed most without ever once breaking. It cemented what I knew about her—she was the only one.
Down to the safe word she chose, Perla was a dichotomy of submission and rebellion. I pushed her as much as I could without destroying her. And I wanted to see how much further I could go. Nonetheless, she took control, taking me on the chaise. It was the most intense experience, but her giggle broke the illusion. We couldn’t be a happy, married couple.
Usually, after our passionate love making, Perla made me feel fulfilled and whole. Perla gave it to me a million fold. It took every bit of mental strength I had to pull myself away from her touch. Just a swipe of her finger on my skin was enough to ignite my desire and wreak havoc with my willpower. She looked hurt, but the events of the week and our encounter at the airport shattered me. Once they had exited the airplane, as if they were coming from their honeymoon, my future plans fell apart. She couldn’t say anything to convince me to forget the image of union between Perla and Brady.
The ultimatum was the only thing I could make to keep some control. Surely, she and I could get remarried, but I needed to test her allegiance to me. Would she do the right thing and file our current license? I knew how impossible I made the request, especially not seeing Brady, but she was a clever woman, who was always up for a challenge. And if she dare go against me, I would have fun disciplining her.
SEVEN
I woke up in the morning to find myself in an empty bed. I knew he’d left, but a vivid dream made me believe he had remained, sleeping beside me. Through narrowed eyes I tried to focus and find any trace of Matt in bed, knowing it was a figment of my overly eager imagination. I halted my breath to hear if he was in the apartment. No sounds, but the muffled noises of the city awakening to the sleepy Saturday morning. As I tried to exit the enclosure of my little safe haven, I felt every muscle and joint. My bones creaked, and I was extremely thirsty. I touched my lips and they felt cracked and painful. The tears I shed to help exhaust me to sleep left me dehydrated. When I finally stood up from the bed, I walked slowly to the bathroom. My legs quivered with each step as I made my way to the darkened lavatory. Without turning on the light, I relieved myself, and felt every drop I expelled burn the area which gave me so much pleasure hours before. Matt left me sore and dry.
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