THE TAKING OF CLARA 2(3)
“What are you doing?” he asked.
The answer, she didn’t know.
In the matter of the contract, her father and now Matthew, she needed the sweet oblivion of release.
Her world kept spinning around her. Wherever she went men were there to fill the void trying to change her.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“What?”
The self-assured man no longer stood in his place. She laughed at how confused he looked staring down at her.
Clara removed the dress she wore, staring at him openly. The desire to cover her body still remained. Her hands itched to cover her breasts and pussy from his view. Instead, she tugged at his belt trying to free his thick erection from the confines of his pants.
He pushed her hands aside then removed his pants.
In the next instant, Matthew took over. He picked her up and laid her on his desk. The fire in her veins threatened to take over. She needed him to take control of her. Clara wanted him to hold her in place as he took his pleasure.
“This is not what you want,” he said. “I know what you need.”
“Then give it to me.”
He stared at her without moving. “Say please.”
“Please,” she said without hesitation.
Matthew grabbed his cock, ran the tip against her slit before thrusting home inside her. She felt him stroke her walls. Her pussy contracted around his hard shaft. Each time he thrust inside her Clara was shocked by how hard and thick he felt.
She’d never known a man like him.
“Do you feel me?” He grabbed her hands pinning them by her sides. His grip hurt but she refused to tell him to stop. She needed this. The bite of pain with the pleasure he’d give her.
“More. I want more.”
“You’re being a little too greedy today, Sub. I’ll take you when I’m god damn ready.”
He let go of her hands to touch her breasts. “Such pretty tits and they’re all mine. You can be pissed at me about the contract, babe. I don’t give a fuck.” He pulled out of her pussy only to thrust to the hilt inside her. She loved him. Clara knew she did with all of her heart. There was nothing she could do to stop the way she felt.
She was in love with a man who’d won her at a card game. What did that say about her?
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Matthew stared down at the woman he loved. He saw the pain in her eyes along with the need to obliterate all feeling from her body. In the short time they’d been together he knew her so thoroughly.
The contract on the desk made him think of a lead weight wrapped around his neck. Growling in anger, he gripped her waist then slammed deeper inside her. Her cries echoed around his office.
He saw the flash of pain in her eyes only to be replaced by pleasure seconds later. She was totally submissive and yet she ignored the needs inside her constantly.
“Would you have come for me if my father hadn’t been about to lose?” she asked.
The fact she could still think with his cock inside her annoyed the hell out of Matthew. He didn’t want her to think.
Pressing a thumb to her swollen clit, he stroked her slowly drawing out her pleasure. “Stop fucking talking.”
He gazed down to watch his cock disappear inside her tight cunt. His length glistened with her juices. He hadn’t used a rubber. Not caring Matthew returned his gaze to hers. The color of her eyes startled him. The green looked darker with her arousal. The striking color contrasted with her raven hair that spread out on the counter of his desk.
Everything about her called to him, her sweet scent along with her submissive nature. Not one part of her repulsed him. The only thing about her that he hated was her father. Clara didn’t pick her father. She’d been saddled with him. Without that man Matthew wouldn’t have Clara in his life.
Moving his hands to her waist, Matthew picked her up in his arms. He walked to the nearest sofa. Sitting down he held her in his arms. Her head rested in the crook of his neck.
Her legs wrapped around his back. Sinking his fingers into the length of her hair, he pulled on the strands to gain her attention.
“I may have won you in a card game, Clara, but from the moment I first saw you, you were my woman. There is no denying it. Who do you think made sure you worked on my floor?”
He saw his words penetrated her lust-filled mind. The same penetration as he fucked her tight pussy.
“I thought I’d been moved because of company policy or because you were short a typist.”
Matthew chuckled. Her innocence was magical to witness.
“Baby, you were on that floor because I demanded your presence there. I wanted to see you every day.” He pulled her down to inhale her fragrance. Closing his eyes, he allowed the arousal to build inside him. His cock thickened. Her eyes widened as the angle took him deeper inside her.