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“Thank you, Matthew,” she utters, using my full name without thought instead of my nickname.
It has a very adult ring to it, I think, and adds an entirely new element to our experience.
It’s clear she’s damn happy with my mouth and is rightfully grateful. I lean in and kiss her forehead.
On top of being dominant, it’s important to also be caring and reassuring. And besides, I could kiss that beautiful face all day long.
I place my hands on her clavicle and trace her collarbone with my thumbs, my fingers traveling along her shoulders. Soon, my hands are running down to her forearms. I’m just enjoying exploring every inch of this immaculate body.
My hands find her wrists, and I caress from the top of her forearm down to her palms. I’m finding every way I can to relax her body.
What I want to do to her is going to require sheer tranquility, and it’s my responsibility to deliver that.
I grab her wrists tight and hold them together for a moment, establishing my next move and gauging her limits. She’s not remotely fazed by my restraints, and I green light myself to go on.
I release her arms from my grasp and bring my hands to myself.
I reach over to the belt I’d set aside and deliver a devilish grin. The way she looks back at me with those sultry fucking eyes is just going to get me every time. I’m pulsing and throbbing for her.
I want to take her any way I can, but I don’t dare skip over the important parts. The anticipation is much too thrilling to spoil it all.
I bring her wrists together again, this time with my leather belt in my hands. I wrap it around her wrists separately and pull it tightly together, forcing her wrists to touch and her skin to rub slightly against the leather.
I wrap it around again for good measure before tying off the belt. It’s an appropriate makeshift bondage tool.
Besides, I know she wants it. She’s dying to be my slave—and fuck yes, I’ll give it to her.
Her arms are now bound behind her, and I’m in full control. She could still fight me if she wanted to, but let’s be honest…she doesn’t want to.
I caress her body up and down, just admiring her phenomenal curves. I start up at her hair, touching the crown of her head, and run my hands to the back of her skull so I can massage her scalp. I’m gentle, easy about it, but taking full note of the fear and trepidation in her eyes.
Then, just when I have her cooing and thinking all is well, I roughly grip my hand through her hair and pull her face to mine, giving her a sudden, passionate, rough kiss.
When I pull away, my hands travel down to her neck and shoulders, and I feel her tremble at the brush of my touch against my skin. It’s soft-hearted, but so controlled.
“I want to play in your world,” she admits.
“Oh, but we are, love,” I assure her.
“Don’t be silly, Matt. You’re taking things easy on me. Show me what you’ve got,” she eggs me on. “Show me what Matthew is made of. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”
“Are you really supposed to be giving me orders, missy?” I ask.
“No, sir.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Will you please give me a taste of what you’d like to do? I’m really dying to please you,” she begs.
“What a great little slut you are,” I comment. “I suppose good sluts get rewarded, right?”
She nods her head. I stop for a moment and think about my next move. I step up and away from her to get my gears turning and to find some inspiration from the room. She peers at me over her shoulder.
I order her to turn back around, “I didn’t tell you you could look, Meg.”
Immediately, she brings her head back to a forward-facing position and lies unmoving for me. I fumble through my suitcase, dig through my clothes and belongings, knowing exactly what I want.
I find it after a moment and finally click the luggage closed. I walk back over, standing directly in front of her.
