Christina couldn’t believe what she was doing. She’d never stood naked with the lights on in front of another man, let alone allowed one to grab her by the throat. But fuck, it felt so right. Shocks of tingles pooled between her thighs anytime Matty so much as breathed on her. She’d never been heated up in this way, experienced this type of excitement in the bedroom. She’d tried to wrestle back control from the very beginning, but it was a useless attempt. As long as she wanted him, she’d do anything to enjoy him. Anything he wanted.

And now, the full weight of him pinning her down, his large hand gripping her neck, she gave up the last bit of fight she had in her.

She sucked in a breath when his mouth met her breast, and he took her nipple between his teeth. Fireworks went off from the tips of her fingers down to her toes. Heat rushed between her legs, and tension in need of a deep release landed in her clit. She was nearly on the cusp of an orgasm and he’d barely moved at all.

It was something in the power Matty held over her. She was helpless, and had quickly learned that she definitely enjoyed the feeling, when she never thought she would.

He eyed her cautiously, as if her surrendering to him was some kind of trick. Maybe he thought she was just sitting there, waiting to strike when he was vulnerable. He leaned over, and his mouth hovered a short distance from her ear.

“Behave.” His word was a growl, and sent another delicious shiver down her spine. Her brain threw up every warning flag on the planet with Matty Spencer. This was wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this. She didn’t need a man to boss her around and do whatever he pleased to her. But her body responded to every touch and sensation as though she might die if it were taken away.

In the end, her body won out, as she knew it probably would. She’d be anything he wanted her to be, as long as he didn’t stop.

He sat up and released her wrists. As she moved them down he shot her a disapproving glance. At his fierce gaze, she smiled meekly and put her hands back above her head, and rested them on the pillows.

“Good girl.” He paused there, admiring her body as if she were his next meal.

She stared back at him, taking in every line of his figure, every defined muscle shining in the orange lights, and every bead of sweat trickling down the contours of his hips and abs, down to the vee that pointed below his belt. When her eyes landed on the huge dick bulging against his boxer briefs, she instinctively looked away, just as she had last time she'd seen it. She quickly turned back and stared at his cock. It was so hard she could make out the head pressed against the fabric.

“See something you like, love?”

Christina nodded like a child that wanted to play with a toy. It looked long and thick—even through the fabric, she could tell it would be a challenge to fit inside her. She swallowed hard. It might even hurt.

But she wanted it. She wanted all of him. She gently raised her left thigh so that it grazed his stiff prick, solely for the purpose of feeling his erection against her skin.

Before she knew what’d happened, his knee was between her legs, and he spread her thighs with it, much harder than was needed to receive the result he was after. She gasped and spread them even wider for him.

His hand trailed down over her stomach and rested at the hem of her panties. She arched her back, which angled her pussy up toward his face as an offering, teasing him and at the same time allowing him to remove them.

“You’re going to get yourself fucked proper if you keep this up.”

Jesus, his filthy British mouth. Christina found that she loved it. Almost as though sensing her need, he pulled his own thigh back and leaned over her. She locked eyes with him and he smirked while simultaneously shaking his head. She frowned and arched her back again, still feeling his hand on the hem of her panties. He pulled them down and slid them from her legs, leaving her bare.

Then in one swift motion, his mouth surged back toward her face and he cupped her shaved pussy in his palm.

He bent down to her ear. “Mine.”

“Shit.” Her word was a jumbled gasp as his rough fingers massaged and squeezed her. His thumb swirled around her clit in slow circles, while his eyes remained locked on her face, seemingly taking in every bit of information about how she reacted.

“Oh, I do believe you rather enjoy that, don’t you?” Two of his fingers sank deep inside her.

She squirmed and cooed, and her hips rolled with each thrust of his fingers, trying to take them deeper and harder.

“All that pent-up sexual frustration. I’d dare say you needed a good finger fucking, didn’t you?”

Christina was already lost in the moment, so close to a release. It was as if she were on the edge of a cliff with someone holding her back, not allowing her to take the plunge. She realized it was Matty. His fingers now drilled in and out of her, and his thumb still stroked her clit. He was watching her. Anytime she got close, he would slow down and prevent her orgasm—the worst torture imaginable.

He made a tsk tsk sound as if he could read her thoughts. “Not until I say so.”

Christina had never begged for anything in her life. If she wanted something, she made it happen. She worked her ass off for it. Begging was beneath her. There was nothing in the world that she couldn’t achieve on her own.

Matty seemed to tear down everything that made her who she was, because the next words out of her mouth surprised even her. “Please. God. Please.”

For shame, Christina.

The corners of Matty’s mouth curled up into a wry smile. His fingers sped up until her mind was utter shit, completely unable to concentrate.

“That’s good, love. I like it when you beg.”

Christina was so close her body actually ached, throbbed for release. Her hands shot out and gripped the bedsheets, crumpling them around her grasp.

The feelings were all so intense, she’d lost track of where Matty even was. That question was soon answered when she heard him say, “Come for me.”

And then there were lips.

His mouth.

It suckled her clit while his fingers drove into her, the fingertips curled slightly upward to hit the ridges deep inside her.

Black and white spots danced in her vision, and a wave of electricity rolled through her limbs and blasted out of her fingers and toes. Euphoria ripped up her spine, and her back arched, nothing but her feet and shoulders made contact with the bed. Matty’s mouth remained locked on her, and his tongue stroked her clit furiously. If she lowered her hips, his mouth went with her.

She convulsed, nearly seizing up, as the strongest orgasm of her life completely destroyed her body in the best possible way.

A moment later it subsided, and she lay there, panting, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. His mouth slowly kissed up her stomach, all the way to her tits. She threw her head back and moaned when his tongue swirled around one of her nipples. She couldn’t believe how hard she’d just come on Matty Spencer’s mouth, lying on top of his four-poster bed.

Her nipples hardened under the gentle graze of lace as he unclasped her bra. Before she could begin to make sense of what was happening, he bit down on her nipple once more, his tongue flicking against the tip lightly. She moaned and brought her hands down to his head, pressing him into her.

All that went through her mind was how bad she wanted him inside her. Her body was already tensing for another orgasm, and if it was even half as good as the last, she’d be good for at least a month.

Matty looked up at her while he still palmed one of her breasts—licking, sucking, biting. Like a typical male—obsessed. She caught him smiling up at her with a devilish grin, and she found herself wondering what he had planned. She could only pray it ended with his cock shoved into her.

While she still pondered what Matty might feel like inside her, he gripped her once more, and in one swift motion flipped her over onto her stomach. Christina was not accustomed to being tossed around, but the sudden movement and the force at which he’d grabbed her—it lit another flame inside her that surged through her body and licked at her fingers and toes.

She began to resist, simply as a natural reaction.

Matty’s hand smacked square onto her ass with a loud crack. The stinging pain ripped up her back and jolted her mind into another world. She’d never imagined being spanked in the bedroom. Most of the men she’d been with simply seized on top of her for a bit and then rolled over and went to sleep.

Matty was a different beast altogether, and clearly comfortable with his role in the bedroom. “Ow.” The word trailed from Christina’s lips—but not as a cry of pain. There was a burning need behind it, a need that sent her mind into a frenzied state.

Matty’s mouth was next to her ear again before she could get all her wits back. “I do believe that you just enjoyed that too, you dirty little slut.”

Another bolt of lightning scorched through her at his filthy mouth. No man had ever talked to her in that manner, and yet, somehow her pussy ached for more, and a pool of nerves swirled down to her center like a funnel.

She still panted from the initial slap, when another crack rang out and that delicious stinging pain shot through her legs and up her spine once more.

“Yes.”

Matty’s hand slowly slid up her back, tracing the contours of her shoulder blades and beyond, and then she felt the one thing that could send only more pulsing need into her clit. His fingers raked into her long locks of hair and balled into a fist. His knuckles pressed against her scalp, and he pulled her ear closer to his mouth, while he exhaled warm breath along with his words. “I didn’t catch that last part. So tell me, do you enjoy having your ass spanked by a powerful man, Christina?”

She nodded against his hold, her breathing labored, but no matter how much her brain told her she was being degraded, she couldn’t resist. He owned her. He’d broken her. The pleading came from her mouth before she could filter it from her body.

“Yes, please. More. Yes.” Breathing was a struggle. She’d never been so overwhelmed with passion in her life. Her pussy was on fire and she could feel her wetness coursing down her legs onto his thousand-count Egyptian sheets.

“That’s my good girl.”

She felt that cold, sinister smirk against her cheek, and she couldn’t help but notice the emphasis on the word ‘my.’ So possessive, and yet cleverly laced through his words. No matter how much she wanted to fight it, she’d never been turned on like this, and she would worry about the accompanying shame later on. It was future Christina’s problem, because holy shit, Matty fucking Spencer.

He pulled her up to him by the hair, and her back pressed against his rock-hard chest. He reached around and cupped one of her breasts, taking his time to make sure and keep every ounce of pleasure bottled up inside her body, and at the same time teasing her to a point she might pass out.

“You enjoy torturing me. Don’t you?”

He massaged her breast some more. “Oh yes, love. You can guarantee that I do.”

He pinched her nipple so hard she nearly cried out, but sucked in a huge breath instead, unwilling to give him the satisfaction.

“I love when you beg for me. There’s nothing in this world that makes my cock harder, you see? Or perhaps you should feel for yourself.”

She reached back for his cock, and he snatched her by the wrist and pinned it behind her back. “You forgot to ask for permission to touch my cock.”

There was nothing she wanted more than to feel his length in her palm. Her brain was a haze of nothing but pure, unadulterated lust.

“May I touch your cock?”

His hand tightened in her hair and he growled into her ear. “May I touch your cock, Sir?”

Her breath hitched once more at his forcefulness. “M-may I touch your cock—” She hesitated. Old Christina—the staunch conservative, feminist in her—reared her ugly head, trying to persuade her to not lose all her dignity. It was a fruitless effort.

She could practically feel a grin spreading across Matty’s face as she readied to say the word. Christina swallowed hard, as knuckles dug into her scalp, and his other hand squeezed her wrist even harder. “Sir.”

Her eyes flicked to her side and noticed Matty had leaned around to stare at her face while she said it. She scowled at him, but they both knew it was nothing but a show. The back and forth made the situation that much more intense. It was part of what made it all so exciting.

He smirked and led her hand by the wrist.

Her hungry fingers grasped back, her hand searching for what he’d promised her. She found the head of his cock first, by far the largest she’d ever felt. Her fingers wrapped around the crown, squeezing his wide girth in her palm. She thought for a moment about tightening her hold on it so hard that he passed out from blood loss. That’d be a nice lesson to teach him for spanking her like a child and making her beg, but she couldn’t.

Her wet pussy still throbbed with need, and if she denied him, she thought she might die. Her hand slid down his length, for what seemed like forever, until she reached the base.

Jesus, can that fit inside me?

Her hand stroked back and forth over his huge cock, her eyes growing wider each time. She could easily wrap both hands around it with room to spare, and she found herself licking her lips, hoping she’d feel it in her mouth before the night ended.

It was a crazy thought. She truly felt she might be losing her mind right then. Never in her life, had she wanted to suck a man’s cock, though she’d done it a few times. It definitely wasn’t something she ever sought out to do. What was this man doing to her?

“What do you think we should do with that situation?” Matty nodded down at his dick in her hand.

Christina was too infatuated with searing every feeling onto the hard drive in her brain to even hear what he’d said. She wanted to capture every sensation and log it away, in case she needed it for a solo session down the road when Matty was unavailable to service her.

She found herself at a loss for words and hadn’t had time to brace by the time she realized Matty had let go of her wrist. Crack!

Her hand stroked him even faster at the swift pain that shot through her ass and legs, and this time a moan escaped her lips instead of a whimper. He was using operant conditioning on her. She knew this. She’d studied psychology in school. He was programming her brain to want the sweet, delicious pain, and she was helpless against him.

“Fuck,” she moaned on an exhale.

“I asked a question.”

“Please, Matty. Please fuck me.”

“Oh yes. That’s what I like to hear.” His hand slid down between her ass and cupped her pussy from beneath while she continued to stroke him. “I’ll tell you what I think.” Two fingers slid inside her, and her pussy clenched around them at the sensation.

“Wh-what’s that—” She paused. “Sir?” The word came much easier this time, and she already knew that it’d made him happy by the tone of his voice.

“My God, you’re so fucking tight and wet.” His fingers slid in and out, slowly at the moment, as if he were savoring each stroke. “Exquisite.”

She nodded at his words.

Without notice, he thrust his fingers to the hilt, as far and as deep as they’d go. She moaned at the sudden intrusion and the pressure with which he forced his fingers into her. “I think I’ll stretch this tight little cunt. Necessary, you see, if it’s to take this cock.”

“Oh my God.” Her words came on a heavy exhale and ended with her taking in a sharp breath.

“Any. Which. Way. I. Fucking. Want.”

He smacked her hand away from his dick. His fingers splayed across her back and he shoved her face-first into the bed. Her hands braced her on each side, and she instinctively went to push herself back up. However, another sharp crack rang out through the room, and his hand slid up to her neck, to the back of her head, and forced her face into a pillow.

“I said behave, love.”

This is it. He’s finally going to fuck me.

No matter how hard her brain tried to resist, her back naturally arched and shoved her ass into the air.

“Yeah, that’s it. Offer that pussy up like the dirty little bitch that you are.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Christina braced for his cock, but instead felt Matty spreading her cheeks apart, and warm breath playing across her ass and pussy, as if he was examining her.

“This pussy, love. Just fucking perfect.” A flick of his tongue across her clit followed his sentence, and then he licked all the way up to the puckered ridge of her asshole.

She squirmed and tried to pull away. No man had ever gone anywhere near that area, but his hands gripped her curvy hips and pulled it next to his mouth. His warm breath tickled her sensitive skin.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted me to lick your ass, Christina.”

“You’re so fucking dirty.”

He spread her cheeks even farther, opening her up to him. “Oh yes. You’ll need a shower when I’m done with you.”

She felt him adjust behind her on the bed, and once more, braced for his cock. Instead, he smacked the head of his huge prick forcefully up into her clit. Her thighs clenched, and his fingers on one hand dug into her waist, hard enough to leave bruises. She could only assume he had his cock fisted with the other. She wanted to see it, but her view was blocked from the angle. He teased the crown all around the edges of her entrance in a slow circle.

Her ass tried to buck up against his hold, her pussy needy for any extra friction it could get.

“Bite down on that pillow. Gentle is not in my vocabulary.”

Christina obeyed, almost without fully processing what he’d said. She was a slave to his words. She’d do whatever he asked until she got her release. It was too much. Too intense.

Matty pressed up against her pussy and parted her slick folds with the head of his cock. “So much for professionalism.” He shoved into her.

Whatever words Christina had been holding in came out of her mouth, coupled with a series of moans and heavy panting, alternating between some Deity and Matty’s name.

She’d thought it would hurt more than it did, but he definitely stretched her, and he was definitely not gentle.

“Fuck, your cunt’s so tight. Just heavenly.”

She jolted forward with each slick collision of his hips and her ass. Matty gripped her at the waist and seemingly yanked her into him as he thrust from the opposite direction. The man was a fucking machine. And it wasn’t all over the place either. He fucked her with methodical, rhythmic surges, each angled perfectly to hit the magic spot deep inside her. It sent her mind reeling with pleasure.

She wondered if she would ever be able to fuck another man after Matty.

One of his hands slid up her back and into her hair. She quickly learned there wasn’t much that was better than Matty pulling her hair while he pounded into her. If there was anything better in the universe, she didn’t know what it was at that moment. Add in a swat to her ass and she was about to go over the edge of the cliff once more.

“Fucking hell, Christina.”

She angled her head to get a view of him from behind. That was the moment she knew it was more than just him wanting to dominate her in the bedroom. Sure, it was degrading, and out of character in every other way of her life, but it was perfect at that moment, and by the look on Matty’s strained face, he was definitely happy about it too.

The words and actions didn’t matter, so long as they were both enjoying themselves and consensual. It was pure fun, and pure lust, and she wouldn’t apologize to her brain for it later. Christina was letting her hair down, for once in her life—and allowing Matty to pull it.

She knew she was only a moment away from erupting with another orgasm, and from the looks of Matty, he had to be close too. Although he was in the position of power, Christina felt powerful too. She could stop at any moment and send Matty into a state of hysteria. That, in itself, was a form of control that she enjoyed, even as his giant cock slammed into her from behind, and he had her head wrenched up by her hair. If she told him to stop, she knew he would.

But, there was no way in fucking hell she’d tell him to stop now. Impossible, even if she wanted to.

Matty let out short grunts with each of his thrusts, which seemed to speed up with each second. Smacking sounds of wet flesh on flesh echoed through his giant bedroom. All four posts on the bed shook and rattled.

“Play with your cunt and come on my cock.”

Jesus Christ.

Tingling sensations swirled to her clit, like water circling a drain, and she was about to lose herself. Her hand slid up between her legs, and she circled her clit. She’d never done anything like that for another guy. Hadn’t ever come close to it.

“Permission to come, Sir?” She barely got the words out without fainting.

Matty hesitated for a moment, most likely in shock that she’d asked for permission in the heat of the moment.

“Yes. Come on my fucking dick. And say my goddamn name when you do it.”

She closed her eyes, and fuzzy dots exploded everywhere. Her entire body stiffened, and her toes curled up against the sheets.

“Fuck, Matty. Fuck.” His name fell from her lips over and over as the waves of ecstasy coursed through her limbs. The orgasm finally rolled through her body and subsided, and she slowly realized Matty was still fucking her, probably on the verge of exploding.

“Jesus, fuck. I’m so close.” His words were strained, and his entire body was nothing but corded muscle and rough sinew. A fine sheen of sweat coated his chest and gleamed in the light.

Christina wasn’t sure what came over her, but she reached back and gripped his balls in her hand.

“Fucking Christ, wom—”

She felt him ram into her as far as he possibly could, and his balls tightened against her hand. His cock kicked deep within her, and hot spurts of come went off like jets as he filled her to the brim. She massaged his balls, and clenched her pussy at the same time, over and over, as if milking him for every last drop.

She tried to push the thought that Matty had just come inside her far from her mind, and just enjoy the moment a little longer. Christina knew that she was about to experience a hangover of regret, for days, weeks, and possibly months, but she’d never done anything like this before in her life. She was entitled to one poor decision, and Matty Spencer was the best worst choice she’d ever made.

She released her grip on him and he sank back on his heels behind her, panting, and grinning like a complete idiot. For just a second, he looked like a schoolboy who’d just lost his virginity. She liked the smile she put on his face, knowing she’d made him feel as good as he’d made her feel.

“Holy shit, love.”

His tall powerful frame glistened with sweat, and the light created a fine sheen that glistened over every cut of muscle. He looked like a statue that should’ve been in a museum somewhere, on display for public consumption, though she greedily loved that she had him all to herself right then.

Her mind was still a dense fog from the mind-blowing orgasm she’d just had, and she collapsed right onto her stomach. She shuddered lightly when she felt a bead of his hot come slide down her inner thigh.

He leaned up and kissed her cheek, as if he’d just morphed from a sex god into a perfect gentleman. The rough edge to him was gone, and he was relaxed and attentive.

“Stay right there. I’m going to get a towel and something for you to drink.”

When he returned, Christina was passed out on the bed, snoring.

He shook his head at her. “Jesus, just like a fucking man. Got her rocks off and went straight to sleep.”