Chapter 13 #4
This isn’t your fault.
Sock him in the eye for telling you to shut up.
Matt inhaled and exhaled slowly.
“That’s not good enough.”
What did he mean by that ?
Matt’s gaze pinned me to the seat and all my fears came rushing back.
Yeah, he had the premeditation thing going on again.
“Let’s get inside the house where we can resolve this.” The ominous echo in his voice had my heart picking up speed.
Matt grabbed his dinner jacket off the back and got out.
I observed as he made his way around to my side.
This was it.
Once I went into the house he would ‘resolve’ it.
Resigned to my fate, I allowed him to help me out the car and up the front steps where he opened up the door.
Matt stepped aside so I could enter first.
It was nerve-racking feeling his presence behind me.
The sharp clicks as he locked the front door made my mouth dry.
I put my clutch and cell on the small table.
With a hand on my lower back Matt guided me out the foyer and down the hallways.
“Matt,” My voice shook.
“Look, I’m really sorry I didn’t listen when you said Dougie-”
“We’ll talk upstairs, Madison.” he cut me off and urged me up the stairs.
“My shoulder hurts.” I was hoping that would call to the protective side of him.
“Then you shouldn’t have picked up the shotgun, should you?” came back dryly.
Each stair was climbed with a foreboding I couldn’t shift.
Matt’s hand on my lower back wasn’t comforting.
In fact, it made me more anxious.
Inside our bedroom he shut the door and looked at me for a moment.
I held his gaze.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” I asked quietly.
Matt maintained his emotionless stare.
I glanced at his hands.
I loved his hands; the size of them, the way mine felt in his, the way his fingers would lazily trace patterns over my skin.
I loved his hands, under normal circumstances.
Right now I was picturing them choking me to death.
“I mean,” I forged on with false courage.
“It’s polite to let someone know when you’re planning on killing them. Give them a chance to get right with God before their death.” I licked my dry lips as he took a few steps towards me.
“You know you’ll get caught, right? Aunt Cleo won’t stop until she has all the answers. No amount of money will save you from her, Matt. Stop right there. Give me a bloody second. I hope you can live with yourself afterwards,” I bit my lower lip.
His continued silence was torture.
“I’ll haunt you too.”
The corners of his mouth quivered as he closed the distance between us in a leisurely pace.
“H-how are you going to do it?” I asked.
“And I just want it on record this isn’t my fault. Ok, maybe I should have listened to you about Dougie,”
Matt’s jaw clenched, as did his large hands.
“But I had no idea he felt anything more than friendship towards me.” I fidgeted under Matt’s steely gaze.
The intense scrutiny of those grey orbs could break the toughest spy.
“I-I may have suspected maybe once or twice,” My voice trailed off at the abrupt change in him.
He was furious once more.
When would I ever learn to just shut my damned mouth?
“I’ll help you undress so you don’t hurt your shoulder any further.” Each word was clipped, and when he motioned me towards the walk-in closet I freaked.
“Please don’t kill me,” I blurted out as he took my left elbow and moved us forward.
“I didn’t kiss him back.”
“Stop babbling,” Matt flicked on the closet lights and I blinked against the bright glare.
“Well stop looking at me as if you want to kill me.” I yelled.
“This has been a hard night for me, you know. And you still haven’t told me what happens upstairs at Franklin’s house. My shoulder is probably going to fall off when I’m asleep. Dante is going to kill me-”
“I thought I was doing the killing tonight?” Matt asked casually as he began undressing himself.
“Y-you are?” I stammered.
“Oh this isn’t funny anymore.”
“Am I laughing?” he shot back, already shrugging off his shirt to reveal his impressive chest.
“I’m disappointed in your complete disregard for my feelings concerning you and that tosser. Since the get-go I warned you about his desire for you.”
I rolled my eyes then froze when Matt caught me doing it.
“You said that in the car.”
“Hmph,” Matt grunted, hands angrily undoing his belt as he toed his shoes off.
“But did you listen? No, heavens forbid you listen to me. I’m only your husband .”
“Ah,” I held a hand up.
Why the heck did I do that?
I wasn’t in the classroom.
Matt and his stern demeanour.
That crap always tripped me up, made me feel like a child.
“Technically when we discussed this you weren’t my husband,”
“I swear one of these days I’m going to paddle that arse of yours, poppet.” Matt’s frustration was obvious.
“Stop being so pedantic, or that day will be today.”
I couldn’t stop the wide grin on my face.
Matt glowered at me, his belt was undone and he paused in releasing the button for his trousers.
“Why in the bloody hell are you grinning? Do you think this is a laughing matter? Do you think I’m not bothered over the fact some wanker had his mouth on yours? His hands on your body?”
I tried to smooth my mouth out but the grin was one of relief and refused to go away.
He called me poppet.
There would be no killing tonight.
“I’m not grinning.” My denial earned another hard glare as Matt’s undid his trousers before slipping them off.
He yanked off his socks, tossed them on the pile of discarded clothes, then slid his silk boxers off.
If it had been any other time, I would’ve jumped him; but I still needed to exercise caution.
A furious Matt was not someone to mess with.
A naked, furious, and blatantly aroused Matt, equated major trouble in my eyes.
I took two steps backwards.
Matt stalked towards me, slow and measured.
“I think I can undress myself.”
“Nonsense,” Matt drawled, the predatory gleam in his eyes made me nervous for a whole lot of different reasons.
Whenever he got that gleam in his eyes it always ended with us both exhausted and covered in sex sweat.
My shoulder hurt too much for that shit tonight.
“I’ve got it, Matt.” I said firmly.
Matt reached for my right wrist.
“The clasp is fiddly.”
Eyebrows lowered in suspicion, I watched him undo the bracelet.
Then he undid my necklace before taking out the earrings.
The ridiculously expensive jewellery got tossed carelessly on a smooth surface.
I winced at the clinking sound off it sliding across the counter.
“I can handle it, Matt.” I repeated as his fingers searched for the zip on the side of my dress.
“You could probably help me undo the straps of my shoes,”
The zip came down nonetheless.
Carefully, Matt slipped the dress down my arms, letting it fall to pool around my heels.
I stepped out of the satiny mass of material and was now left solely in panties and heels.
Instinctively I shielded my boobs with my left arm.
Matt’s tilted his head as he regarded me for a split second, then he moved away, completely at ease with his nudity.
At first I thought he intended to get us some clothes, but when he dragged the ornate chair from the corner and set it in front the mirrors I began to feel nervous again.
He crooked a finger, beckoning me over.
I remained rooted to the spot.
“Madison,” he called in a tone which brooked no argument.
“Come here.”
“Why?” I asked.
“What are you going to do with that chair, Matt? If you even try to spank me, I’ll hurt you bad. I’ll go crazy black woman on your ass and you are not ready for that.”
Matt folded his arms and glanced at the chair, then at me in a pointed manner before his eyes returned to the waiting chair.
The strong stance he held himself with screamed business.
Grumbling under my breath I went over to the chair.
Matt came up behind me and rested his hands on my hips.
“You let another man touch you,” he murmured into my hair as his fingers edged my panties down.
“Not my fault,” Was it ‘blame Madison’ time?
The panties came down and I stepped out of them.
Matt tossed them aside.
He turned my head into his, caressing my jaw with his fingers as he lowered his lips to mine.
It started out soft, the kiss; then Matt’s tongue became more insistent as he explored the contours of my mouth.
“I can taste him on your lips,” Matt growled, storm clouds gathered in his eyes.
He looked at the chair.
“Put your foot on the chair.”
I balked at the command, confused and not liking where this was heading.
“Excuse me? Why? What’s wrong with you? I’ve told you before, I’m not into any kinky stuff. I did not sign up for that. I’m going to bed. You’re acting crazy.”
Matt gripped my left thigh and lifted.
“Hey.” I shrieked, just stopping myself from jerking away.
The damned shoulder was throbbing.
I put my foot on the chair, and Matt settled me against his body.
“Watch,” his voice was husky and I could feel the hardness of his arousal behind me.
“I want you to watch us.”
My gaze automatically went to the mirrors before shying away.
I was cool with my body, don’t get me wrong.
I mean, my boobs weren’t newsworthy but big boobs weren’t ideal for my profession.
I was cool with my body.
However, with one leg up on the chair, my bare lady bits were on display in quite an obscene manner in my opinion.
Blushing furiously I moved, something between closing my thighs and dragging my heel off the chair.
One of Matt’s hand gripped my waist while the other held my thigh.
“You’re going to watch, poppet.” he demanded hoarsely as our eyes met in the mirrors.
I could see his anger; underneath the lust swirling in the grey depths he continued to feel aggrieved.
With his eyes holding mine he began to touch me.
His large hand came around to cup one of my breasts.
Matt caught my earlobe between his teeth, gently nipping it before he said, “Mine.”
I shuddered as he tweaked my nipple into a hard peak, then inhaled sharply when his fingers manipulated the other one into the same state.
Matt trailed kisses over my neck, eyes fixated on mine in the mirror as his hand slid lower, teasingly ghosting over my flat stomach.
I tried to close my legs again and Matt gave me a look, a warning look, which halted my movements.
The contrast, so many contrasts.
I stared at our reflection, painfully reminded how tiny my frame was in comparison to his.
I always forgot how large he was; his wide shoulders, strong arms, broad chest with that unbelievably sexy light smattering of hair.
But his hands, I loved his hands.
Matt kept his gaze on my face as his hand dipped lower, brushing over me.
My body reacted with a tremor and he smiled.
Smug.
Arrogant.
Confident in the knowledge my body was his own personal playground and he knew exactly how to play.
“Mine.” he said gruffly as his fingers stroked my intimate flesh.
A squeak of pleasure escaped my lips.
Again he smiled.
The look in his eyes was one of dark possession, the look of a man about to claim his woman.
The difference between our skin tones was not only erotic, but downright bloody artistic.
I could feel his warm breath rushing over my skin as he slid his fingers slowly over my flesh.
“Mine.” And as if proving his point he slipped a finger inside me.
My gasps turned into a low strangled cry when he found that spot.
You know the one I’m talking about, the one that turns your body into a simmering pool of pleasure.
I slumped against him, grabbing his arm, not for balance but simply because I needed to anchor myself to something.
“Watch.” Matt’s throaty command was followed by his tongue tracing my inner ear while he stroked his finger in and out.
“Mine.”
I watched, mesmerized by the sight of us.
Fuck me!
Matt was turning me into a freak.
I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit watching our reflection wasn’t hot.
One should never lie to oneself.
“Matt.” My voice quivered, just like my legs were doing.
“Mine.” He fondled my breast with his other hand.
The challenge on his face was clear for me to see.
The wholly masculine gleam shining from his darkened irises dared me to refute his claims.
“Yours.” I exclaimed, gripping his arm tighter.
Matt groaned softly, his breaths were coming faster, his fingers moved faster.
Yes, he had added another superb digit.
Mmm.
I watched, not recognizing the woman in the mirror.
My mouth parted as I gasped for air, my eyes were wide with growing pleasure.
Tension hummed through my frame as Matt pushed me towards the edge.
I threw my head back, shuddering.
“Watch.” Although his voice was hoarse with desire, there was an underlying thread of steel running through it.
I watched.
Then the sadistic bastard dragged his talented hand away right before I could arrive at euphoria, holding it up so we could both see the glistening moisture coating not only his fingers but the palm of his hand also.
Matt stared at me as he angled himself, using his hand slick with my juices to tease his hard member over my nether lips.
“Please,” I begged, short of breath and leaning heavily against him.
“I need you.”
“I know,” He continued to play with me.
“Can you see, poppet? Can you see how good we look together?”
“Yes.” It was all I could manage to say as he rubbed himself over my throbbing entrance.
If he didn’t get to the good stuff now I would scream the house down in frustration.
A girl had needs, and I needed.
Matt had his gaze on our reflection, a devious curl to his lips as he watched me battling the sensations he was inflicting.
“Whose?” he queried gruffly as he pushed in, just barely.
“Yours, damn it. Yours.” I yelled.
“Mine.” he stated fiercely and shoved every inch of his hardness inside me.
My face in the mirror, the expression on my face was almost comical and a touch embarrassing.
This was how I looked when Matt sexed me?
Then my gaze dropped to where we were joined and a groan hissed past my parted lips at the sight.
Taking his time, Matt pulled out halfway.
His cock glistened from my body’s lubrication.
Another whimper came from me.
“Mine, you’re mine, never forget that. Mine.” His strained passion-laced words were punctuated by determined thrusts.
Sure and deep.
All I could do was watch as he vigorously pumped in and out.
He was perfect, every inch of him was perfect.
Long, thick, hard.
He felt so good inside me, so fucking good.
No longer caring every bit of me was exposed, I matched his strokes, arching my body in time with his.
Earth shattering, mind bending, toe curling, sweaty; sex.
Matt was my sex god and he was about to come.
I loved when he did this, deliberately exploding inside me with the sole intent of setting off my own orgasm with his spasms between my inner walls.
“Mine.” he growled in release, holding me up against his warm body as the orgasm rolled over me.
“Bloody look at us.” he demanded.
My eyes had squeezed shut from the wave of pleasure coursing through me.
They flew open at his harsh directive.
And honestly, my come face wasn’t as embarrassing as I thought it would be.
I looked a bit feral, but who didn’t?
We stared at each other for a few charged moments, both breathing heavily and dazed from our orgasm.
I didn’t know what to say, probably couldn’t construct a sensible sentence anyway.
Matt observed me in the mirror, his gaze skimmed over me and a look of complete satisfaction settled on his face as he eased out my throbbing flesh.
“Whose come is dripping out of you?”
My eyes widened at his blunt words before squeezing shut as I twisted my head sideways, unable to watch anymore.
Matt wasn’t having it.
With a gentle hand he gripped my chin and turned my head front.
“Open your eyes and answer me,” he murmured huskily.
“Answer me, poppet.”
“Yours.” I whispered.
“That’s right,” Matt said while helping me stand properly.
He turned me around to face him.
“ Mine . Don’t ever allow a situation where someone else touches what is mine. Are we clear?”
I nodded once, fully aware of the squishiness between my legs.
Matt brushed the back of his hand across my cheek.
“I’ve told you once before, I’m a complete bastard. You are my wife, my wife ,” The gold flecks in his grey irises seemed to burn intensely.
There was fire in his stare as we observed each other.
“Don’t ever betray me and never forget what I’m capable of.”
I held his gaze, suddenly annoyed at his behaviour.
Matt was so dominant, and I usually gave way to his domineering traits; but his words jarred something inside me.
Using my left hand, I slipped it into his wavy black hair and yanked his head towards mine without heeding his surprised grunt.
Pressing my lips firmly over his, I ravished them.
Sucking and biting hard enough to drag another grunt from him.
“You’re mine too,” I exhaled noisily.
“And don’t you bloody forget that either. Now, unstrap my fucking shoes so we can go to bed. I’m tired, my shoulder hurts, and I’m fed up with being dragged to these parties. No more, Matt. I’m serious, no-fucking-more.”
Matt blinked a few times, eyeing my countenance before raising one eyebrow.
“Bossy, aren’t you?”
“Shoes.” I was tired.
It was time for bed and I had no idea how to explain to Dante about my bum shoulder.
Matt abruptly swept me up in his arms and quickly began walking out the closet.
“Keep them on. We’re not done.” Damned sex machine!
Punishment.
The definition of the word was the infliction or imposition of a penalty as retribution for an offence.
I was being punished but remained unsure over the exact offence committed.
I had an idea why, yet I refused to believe it was the root cause of the state of my marriage.
And Matt, my sweet knight, oh he knew how to deliver the cruellest form of punishment.
But I swore no tears would fall from my eyes.
I had cheated frigging death at the age of six, was a successful black woman, my tears were precious.
Tracing abstract patterns over Matt’s bare chest with my fingers as he watched a documentary distracted me from my dismal thoughts.
We were in the entertainment room lounging on that uncomfortable sofa, well, I was lying on top of Matt while he rubbed circles across my back.
“Hon,” I called.
“Mmm?” Matt didn’t look away from the huge screen.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked quietly.
I’d been thinking of the best way to get to the bottom of the reason for my punishment.
It had been three weeks and the method proved elusive so I’d decided to just come right out and ask.
What was it they said?
Ask and ye shall receive.
Matt made an exasperated sound before adjusting me into a better position on top of him.
“No, poppet, I’m not mad at you. Now can I please watch this?”
I peered unhappily at the side of his face, he hadn’t broken his gaze from the screen.
I gave it five minutes then tried again.
“It feels like you’re mad at me.” I muttered.
Matt sighed, loud and hard.
“I’m not.”
“Feels like it.” I shot back.