One side of his mouth pulls up into a smile, even though his eyes are glued to my body. “Yeah, I would imagine.”
“You left a handprint.”
“Did I?”
“I shouldn’t be turned on by that, but I am.”
Matthew reaches out and catches me by the wrist, pulling me against him and pressing his lips to mine. My body melts with the memory of everything that comes after this kind of kiss, and he gathers me in his arms. His hands reach my ass and I moan at the sudden pain, and he smiles through the kiss. “Come with me. I have something that will help with the pain.”
“Okay.”
“I should have applied this last night, and…with everything…I lost track. I’m sorry.”
I’m distracted at the feeling of my hand in his, which is shockingly normal. “It’s all right.”
We end up in the playroom, and he leads me over to a padded table. No restraints in sight at the moment. “Up you go.”
I lay on my stomach, and he flips up my dress to explore the bruises. He retrieves a jar of something, and the cold of the cream on my skin gives me goosebumps. “I like seeing my hand on your ass,” he says. “It’s sexy.”
“It may be sexy but it also hurts.”
Fingers dip between my legs, and I gasp. “I see it doesn’t hurt bad enough that you’re not turned on.”
“Damn it,” I mutter, and a light smack falls on my bruised skin.
“Did you just swear at me?” he asks.
“No.”
He starts massaging again. “That’s what I thought.”
His fingers dig in, and even though it aches, it feels good. And he touches more than just my ass. My legs, and feet, and up to my hips. I’m constantly on edge from the touches that he slips into my pussy, teasing my clit and occasionally dipping all the way inside.
He guides me to roll over and massages my arms and shoulders, and I’m so relaxed that I could go back to sleep again. Until I look up, and I see how hard he is, and he’s at eye level. I reach out and grab his belt, undoing it and freeing his cock. I was right, he is hard, and he doesn’t stop me as I take him into my mouth. He doesn’t give me any commands, and I take advantage, using my hands.
I tug him and tease him, sucking on the head of his cock. I can’t take him deep the way that I’m positioned, but I’m going to make him come all the same. The resolution forms in my mind and I’m not going to stop. His fingers are in my pussy again, and I moan around his cock. Two can play at this game. He rolls my clit between his fingers and I arch off the table.
Matthew’s hands are magic. I already knew that, but this just confirms it. And oh god—his mouth is magic too. I know this because he’s leaned over the table and captured my clit between his lips. His tongue is flicking and I can’t focus on anything besides that glorious sensation. I suck his cock harder, no special tricks, just my mouth and my tongue. I try to take more of him, and he takes more of me. His mouth covers me and he licks me in long, slow strokes. He swirls his tongue across me and I jump, my pussy clenches, and I grow even wetter.
I squeeze his cock and he groans. The vibrations of his voice on me are deliciously intimate, and I arch up into him. I want more.
Matthew pulls away suddenly. “Sit up. I don’t want to come in your mouth right now.”
He helps me sit up and rolls on a condom. And then my ass is at the edge of the table and he thrusts inside me with one brutal stroke and I’m gone. I’m sore and aroused and the combination of sensations is…
I don’t have words for it.
Matthew’s lips are on my neck, and I’m clinging to him, legs wrapped around while he thrusts into me. This isn’t meant to last long. This is fast and dirty and oh god yes, I’m telling him yes and that it feels good. Matthew is grunting with every thrust, fingers digging into my hips, pulling me harder, faster, pressing in deeper. I break open, coming hard as he fucks me, and I feel my orgasm gush over his cock. He growls, and seconds later I feel him come, thrusting in one final time and holding, cock pulsing inside me with his own orgasm.
We’re both breathing hard, and he grins as he pulls out and cleans himself up. “Do you want some food? I told the staff to prepare lunch.”
I laugh. “Sure.”
As we’re walking to the dining room, I realize how weird that was. He didn’t do any of his Dom stuff. Is it because he’s trying to win the bet? Has he changed his mind?