Beautiful Pain Page 8

  My throat went dry at his words. I wanted to argue. Demand he make love to me but a part of me, a part that had been destroyed and taken from me so many years before, craved the pain he could give me. It needed the domination he had over my body.

  “Nothing to say, sweet girl?” His hand fisted my hair, pushing my face further into the mattress. “No demands for me, Marketa?”

  I didn’t move. I waited. For him to control me. For him to delve back into my body and give it the erotic pleasure only he could.

  He grunted in satisfaction, grazing his fingers down the length of my spine. “Tell me.”

  “Fuck me,” I pleaded, my voice muffled by the comforter.

  Matteo tapped the heavyweight of his length against my rear before pushing it between the cheeks of my ass. He teased me. Rubbing himself over my lower body. Over my rear. Back down to my pussy. His hips moved. Slow. Oh so achingly slow. “Your ass is fucking delicious,” he snarled in my ear, sliding back into my waiting heat.

  I moaned, white knuckling the blankets.

  He hovered over me, restraining me against his bed by his big body. Grabbing my wrists, he held them behind my back and pushed into me as far as my body would allow.

  “Do not come until I say.” His hips picked up speed, his grunts roaring in my ears.

  I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything as he kept me completely immobile. A tingle started brewing in my toes.

  “Come for me,” he demanded, slamming his hips against my ass.

  The tingle heightened, traveling up the length of my body until it exploded into an electrifying release. I screamed his name, my body convulsing from the powerful orgasm.

  “Again.” His movements turned rough, bordering on violent.

  A gasp escaped me as his command set off another release. My body listened. Giving him the satisfaction of submission and control.

  “Again,” he bellowed, pushing my lower body off the bed after each hard thrust.

  I couldn’t. It hurt. God, did it ever hurt. But the sweet pain of his body giving me the pleasure it had never been allowed heated my skin.

  “Come for me, little girl,” he growled in my ear. “Or next time, I’ll strap you down with a Hitachi Wand attached to your clit.”

  My eyes widened.

  “Ah yes. So it seems you know what that is. Defy me again and I’ll show you true pain. Now,” he smacked my ass. “Come!”

  My body broke. But no sounds left my lips.

  “I can feel your pussy gripping me. It’s milking my dick, beautiful girl. You make me so fucking hard.”

  His dirty words wrapped around me, enhancing the intensity of my orgasm. But I still couldn’t scream.

  “Hmm…your hungry cunt is sucking my dick. I’m imagining your mouth on me. Swallowing every inch of me.” He pulled my head back and wrapped his strong fingers around my throat. “I’m going to fuck every inch of you.” Releasing my neck, he gripped my ass and spread me open. His cock slid out of my core before the wet tip brushed over the tight hole at my rear.

  At that point I moaned.

  “No safeword yet?” he asked, challenging me.

  I hadn’t even thought about it. To use the word would mean everything would stop. But I didn’t want it to. I needed him to push me. To see how far I could go before breaking.

  Matteo rubbed himself over my center, up to my rear and back down. “Has anyone ever fucked this pretty ass before?”

  “No.” I embraced the anticipation of what was about to happen.

  “Safeword?”

  “Santos.” I swallowed hard, my tongue thick.

  “Did you want to use it?” He rubbed a thumb over the tight puckered opening.

  “No.” I shivered.

  “Are you sure?”

  His question sent a flutter of fear racing through me. Not because I was scared of him. But because I knew I would enjoy it. “Yes.”

  “Relax, sweet girl. I’ll only push you until you break. I’m sadistic but I’m not an asshole.” He kissed my cheek. “Not to you anyways.”

  A small smile splayed on my lips.

  “I love it when you smile for me.”

  They were only for him. Every single smile I had in the past couple of hours were for him. “Sir,” I breathed when he pushed against my opening.

  “Relax for me, Marketa. Let me in.” His hold on my hair tightened while he attempted to push into my body.

  My breathing became deep and even, my body relaxing. I needed the pain like an addict needed their fix.

  “That’s it, beautiful girl. Open your body to me.” His mouth trailed hot kisses on my upper back. “I know this sweet ass wants to be fucked, doesn’t it, Mae?”

  “Yes. Please.” The words leaving my mouth were not my own.

  Matteo pushed further, breaching past the barrier.

  I swallowed a gasp, a slight twinge of pain erupting through me. “More,” I whispered through gritted teeth.

  “I don’t want to tear you open,” he said, breathing heavy against my neck.

  “Sir. Please.”

  “Patience, sweet girl.” He pushed harder, sinking into my body. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

  The pain burned through me, searing into my soul before spreading over me like a warm blanket.

  Matteo linked our fingers and kept a firm grip on my hair. “I’m not going to last long,” he said between kisses on my neck.

  “Come inside me,” I said. “Please.”

  “Your body. So fucking hot.” He pulled out slowly, sending a ripple of pleasure racing down my spine.

  “Oh God.”

  He repeated his movements.

  Slow. So very slow.

  It was enough to drive me crazy. “Faster.”

  “What the fuck did I tell you?”

  “No. Please.” I sobbed. “I need…”

  “What?” he growled, pushing my face onto the mattress. “What do you think you need?”

  “You!” I cried. “Please. Harder.”

  “You want me to fuck your ass, dirty girl?”

  “God. Yes! Yes. Please.” I groaned, clenching down around him.

  Matteo pulled me to my knees, keeping his hand pressed against my face. “I wish you could see your ass right now.” He pulled out. “Nice and red and I haven’t even begun yet.”

  I panted, gripping the sheets tight in my hands. Something warm and velvety soft moved over my core, up to my tailbone.

  His tongue. Holy. Shit.

  It swept over my lower body, leaving me trembling and aching for more.

  “So fucking divine.” His tongue ran over me again, thrusting deep into a part of me that had never been given to another man. He wrapped his arm around my middle, licking, sucking, biting the sensitive area until I was shaking.

  “Hmm…” His moan vibrated through me. “Come for me.” His mouth moved from the tight rim to my core, back up and then down. Up. Down. Up.

  My legs shook. “Matteo,” I screamed, shattering around him.

  “That’s it. Again.” His mouth didn’t let up, his tongue slipping in and out of my trembling body.

  “Oh dear God!” I broke. Again.

  Matteo sunk his teeth into the flesh of my ass before rising to his full height. Pushing his way back into my body, his hips slammed hard against me. “Finger your pussy, girl. Feel how wet I make you. That dirty little whore inside of you loves me fucking your ass.”

  His words turned me on, pulling the pleasure from within.

  I reached between us, slipping two fingers inside of my body before cupping his heavy sac.

  He groaned, deepening his thrusts. “Make me smell like you.”

  I repeated my movements, coating his heavy sac with my arousal.

  His balls slammed against my pussy, the hard rough thrusts of him fucking me. A tingle started in my toes, spread up my legs and reached my core before bursting into light. Spots danced in my vision.

  “Scream.” His landed hard against the cheek of my ass. �
�Come. Make this tight little hole suck an orgasm out of me. Come. Now!”

  I screamed, my throat going raw.

  “Louder. Make my ears ring from your screams,” he demanded, thrusting once and then twice before he roared. “Fuck!” he bellowed, my name leaving his lips. His cock pumped inside of me, swelling and pulsing out his release. He pushed hard, forcing me onto my stomach.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done. I sobbed out a cry, my body shaking. My muscles twitched, my limbs vibrating.

  Matteo slid out of my body, releasing me completely and rose from the bed. He unshackled the chains restraining me to his bed. They fell to the ground with a thump, making my heart jump.

  “Sir,” I said, watching him over my shoulder.

  He didn’t say anything. He pulled off his pants, his hard body glistening with sweat. Wrapping his fingers around my ankles, his mouth turned into a thin line.

  I followed his gaze. The skin around my ankles was red, it stinging slightly under his touch.

  “Can you stand?” he asked, his voice rough. Something dark flashed in his eyes.

  I rose from the bed on shaky legs. Every part of me hurt. I ached. Throbbed with memories of him being inside of me.

  “Let’s take a bath,” he said, the heat in his eyes burning through me. He grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles.

  The sweet moment made my heart flutter.

  Sadistic Matteo no longer existed as he walked me to his bathroom, keeping my hand in his. When we reached a large claw bathtub, he turned on the water, not letting go of me the whole time.

  “Matteo?” I questioned, wondering where he went.

  “Get in the tub.” Not waiting for me to respond or do as I was told, he lifted me and stepped into the large basin. He lowered us into the tub and grabbed a cloth. “Sit on the other side.”

  I did as he said, sitting across from him.

  Matteo grabbed my foot, brushing the cloth gently over my ankle. “I broke your skin.”

  “The leather did,” I corrected.

  His gaze shot to mine. “I broke your skin,” he repeated.

  I nodded slowly. “It’s okay.”

  “Is it?”

  “I didn’t use my safeword, Matteo. My ankles will heal.”

  “Not the point.” His face hardened.

  “What is the point then?”

  “The point is I want to do it again. I want your skin red. I want to hurt you, Mae. I want to whip your body until you’re covered with my marks.”

  We had established this already. “I know.” I pulled out of his grip and closed the distance between us. Kissing him softly on the lips, I sat between his bent knees.

  Matteo brushed his nose along the side of my neck, wrapping his arms around me. “You have to promise me something.”

  “Of course. What?”

  “Promise me that if I get to be too much, you will use your safeword.”

  “I can handle—”

  “Promise me!” he snapped.

  I jumped. “I promise.”

  He relaxed against me, brushing his hand through my hair. “Good.” He sighed. “Good.”

  “But I don’t think it’ll get to that,” I mumbled.

  “Oh, little girl. I’m a sadist. You have no idea what I am capable of.”

  The next morning, I woke curled around Matteo’s sleeping form. My body hurt. Ached in a delicious way I had never felt before. The beautiful pain roared through me, not ugly and brutal like before.

  “Matteo?” I whispered, trailing a finger over his nipple.

  His arm wrapped tighter around me but other than that, he didn’t stir.

  What he had given me the night before, the many orgasms, the countless times he had taken me, I wanted more. I wanted everything.

  Matteo slept soundlessly beside me. He wasn’t super model good looking. He was more. So much more. His bangs fell in his eyes, his scruff coating his jaw like speckles of sand. His full lips, lips I had tasted over and over again, were soft. Inviting.

  Several tattoos graced his hard torso but one that stood out was Breathe, drawn in fancy script on his rib cage.

  I grabbed the hand resting on his hard stomach and frowned. Tiny white scars marred his knuckles. I kissed them. What had he been through? Who did he fight?

  My own demons nudged at my brain, trying to force their way to the surface. I pushed them down, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

  Matteo turned his head to face me, his eyes remaining closed. His dark lashes fanned out of his strong cheekbones.

  I kissed his mouth, inhaling the sweet scent of his breath. I could never repay him for what he had given me the night before. He was dominating in a way that took my breath but I found I needed it.

  Thank you.

  (Matteo)

  I watched her leave. I watched her get dressed and head out of my bedroom without so much as a look-back. I shouldn’t be surprised. It was one night. A quick fuck. But it was so much more. It always had been since meeting her weeks ago.

  The door closed, the sound making my heart jump.

  She left. She actually fucking left.

  My blood boiled, swimming through my veins like molten lava.

  Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, letting my head fall in my hands.

  Oh, Mae. Sweet girl. I am not even fucking close to being done with you yet.

  If she thought differently, she was in for a surprise. I wanted to call her back. Text her and demand she spend the day with me. For whatever reason I couldn’t quite explain, I craved every piece of time with her. Every hour. Every minute. Every single second, I wanted it to be with Marketa.

  The sounds of her pleasure still vibrated through me. Her submission, the ultimate desire to please me, made me hard. And fucking powerful.

  The sadist in me roared to life, taking control of my actions. I had told her once I had her, there would be no turning back until she broke. And she did. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to mold her. Shape her. Break her down for the ultimate undoing. Give her the freedom from her demons that haunted her. I knew she had secrets she wasn’t ready to reveal. I knew because I had them myself.

  “Let me touch you.”

  Her words screamed in my head. All through the night, I had spent time inside of her beautiful body but not once did I let her touch me. I fucked her like a whore. Gave it to her like a dirty little slut that I knew she wasn’t. She was far from it. A lady. Who liked to be dominated and controlled.

  A part of me needed her to touch me. To let her run her hands over my body. I wanted to bask in her warmth. Drown in her sweetness and never come up for air. I wanted her to control me.

  “Fuck.” What the hell was wrong with me?

  “Oh, little boy. You’re going to give me what I like aren’t you?”

  “Shit.” My heart raced, my palms becoming sweaty.

  “That’s it. Open your sweet body, pet. Give him that tight little hole.”

  “Shut up!” I screamed, pounding my fists against the side of my head.

  “Don’t disappoint me, Matteo. You wouldn’t want me to run to your daddy now would you? What would he say if I told him you raped me?”

  “That’s…that’s not true.”

  A pale hand fluttered to a slender throat, the chin quivering. “Sir…it was awful…Matteo was furious and lost control.” She sniffed. “I couldn’t stop him.” An evil sneer spread on her face. “I’m a woman. If he doesn’t believe me, the cops sure will.”

  My memory faded to black, sending a cold shiver of fear racing down my spine.

  Her.

  Because of her I was forced to submit. Because of her I was forced to give into the cravings I tried so hard to ignore.

  “I’ve watched you grow into this beautiful young man, Matteo. I see the way you look at me.” A pink tongue swiped over ruby red lips.

  She was lying. Always lying.

  I didn’t want her. I never did. But she had men on her side. Working for her.
Working with her. Forcing me to my knees. Making me beg like a dog. Inflicting pain on my body until I passed out from the sheer agony of it.

  I craved the sting of the whip against my skin. I needed it.

  “Mae,” I ground out through clenched teeth. I had been helping people for years. Listening to their problems. Soaking them up like a fucking sponge. But who would listen to me?

  Marketa.

  Yeah. Fucking. Right.

  Before I could stop myself, I sent her a text.

  Me: I saw you leave. I watched your beautiful body leave my bedroom.

  Send.

  Fuck. Me.

  I reread the text. Desperation poured out of those words. I needed her in ways I couldn’t begin to understand.

  Ten minutes later and still no reply.

  Twenty minutes and I knew she was ignoring me. Her phone was glued to her hip, so I knew she chose not to reply.

  Trudging into the bathroom, I turned on the shower. Letting the hot water wash over me, I prayed with everything in me that God would take away the nightmares. That he would give me light in the darkness that consumed me.

  Marketa came into my life at a time where I needed something else. Where I needed one person and one person only.

  “Submit to me, little boy.”

  Shit. My body heated, a raging inferno spread through my being to the point it threatened to take over. Falling to my knees, I leaned my weight on my knuckles. My stomach churned.

  “Fuck his tight little ass. Show him who he truly belongs to.”

  Bile rose to my throat.

  “Fuck him. Now!”

  I cried out, remembering the pain searing through my trembling broken body. Agony twisted at my gut. Cold fingers of fear gripped at my spine.

  I couldn’t. I couldn’t take this anymore.

  The thoughts, memories, the fucking nightmares had been coming on strong lately and I didn’t know how to stop them.

  Turning off the shower, I left the bathroom. Goosebumps spread on my skin like a second layer as the brisk air washed over me.

  Checking my phone, I saw that Mae had finally called and left a message.

  “Hello, Matteo. I’m…I don’t know what to say but after getting your text, I found that I needed to call you. I…you’re probably mad and I don’t blame you.” Her breath caught. “I’m sorry for leaving but I couldn’t face you.”