He felt the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. Being so deep would create the slight bite of pain that Clara needed to get off. He looked forward to exploring what other pains she needed to make her come.
“I’ve been planning on taking you for some time.”
“How did you know who my father was?” she asked.
Rubbing his thumb over her clit, he watched her come apart under his touch. Clara exploded with a few strokes of this touch. He cursed at how tight her pussy got with each pulse of her orgasm.
He’d never grow bored of her tight heat.
“What about you?” she asked, coming down from her release.
“What about me?” He stared at her, happy to have her seated on his cock for the remainder of the day.
“You haven’t come.”
“I don’t need to. I love feeling you first. I want to talk.”
She made to get off his lap. Matthew grabbed her hips, holding her in place on his cock. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You want to talk. How can you talk with me on your…erm…” She didn’t finish her words.
“Cock, Clara. Say the words.”
Underneath her red flush of orgasm, he detected the heat of a blush. Matthew chuckled, charmed by her easy blushes. “I want to hear you say the words. Say them for me, baby.”
Biting her lip she stared past his shoulder. “How can we talk with me on your cock?” The words came out in a whisper.
“Good. Now say them louder and look at me when you speak them.”
Her gaze flickered over his face. “Why do you tease me?”
“This is not a tease. I need you to be able to speak to me about all matters. This is just a small thing.”
“How can you talk with me on your cock?” Her words were louder this time and her gaze stayed on him.
His cock jolted inside her. She sounded so damn sexy to him.
“Good girl,” he said, then slapped her ass.
She yelped.
“Why did you slap me?” she asked.
“For trying to move and then questioning me. I like you on my cock, Clara. I’d gladly have you ride me every day.”
“I don’t understand you. You want me to say those words but you punish me for them. I’m still angry about that contract.”
He wanted to slap her ass again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh turned him on. He wondered how it would sound with his wooden paddle hitting the flesh of her ass. Her tits hung in front of his face. Ignoring her words, he licked her nipple, biting on the tight little bud.
She moaned thrusting her chest against his face.
Running his hands down her back he cupped her ass cheeks. He lifted her up then slammed her down. She cried out.
Matthew was torn between fucking her and talking to her.
“I’d been meaning to talk to you for some time. Moving you closer to me at work had merely been the first step. Your father meant I moved faster in approaching you.”
“Why did you put the advert in the newspaper? How did you know I’d answer? I don’t understand any of it.”
Matthew cupped her cheek and shushed her by pressing his thumb to her lips. “Don’t talk. Listen to me. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Trust me.”
Chapter Two
How could she trust him? He’d been lying to her for some time. The contract, her father, the advert was all part of his plan. His main plan had been to get her, but why? None of it made any sense. He said he loved her but Matthew could have any woman he desired. What made her so special to him?
He kept calling her sub and referring to her submissive nature. She didn’t understand what he meant when he talked like that. He wanted her trust. What else did he want?
“Stop thinking so hard.”
“You’re confusing me.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
Staring into his eyes, she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“Do you trust me?” he asked again.
Clara did the only thing she could, she shrugged her shoulder. “I don’t know anymore.”
Matthew let out a sigh. His hand pushed her hair off her shoulders. She felt him run his thumbs up either side of her neck until they rested on her rapidly beating pulse.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
She nodded.
“I’d hoped we’d been farther in our relationship than we are now. That contract is bull shit, Clara. The contract is a bunch of words that means fuck all to me. Your father played a game and in order to stay in play, the stake he landed on the table was you. That picture was of you, Clara. You were his gamble.”
She pushed the tears down. Crying wouldn’t help solve her problems.
“He’ll never quit gambling, will he?” she asked.