Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Maisy
Matthias pushes me backward to the steps of the pool, his hands squeezing and cupping my breasts. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this. Normally I’d be shy about being topless outside, but Matthias growls exactly what I need to hear.
“No one’s ever going to see you like this.” He squeezes one nipple between his knuckles, his lips at my ear. “No one’s going to touch you. Only me. Only me. You were made for me.”
I nearly orgasm from that alone.
“Matthias,” I breathe.
“You want me to teach you, sweet girl?” He sits me on one of the steps and slides his hands up my thighs.
“Yes, Matthias.”
“Yes, sir,” he corrects.
Oh my God! I knew it! He’s kinky!
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to be good for me?”
I nod.
“I need to hear another yes, sir.” He picks me up by the waist and turns me around, setting my feet on the second step.
“Yes, sir.”
“Bend over and give me that ass, my good girl.”
Oh God. He’s going to spank me some more! I’m impossibly excited.
I bend over, offering my ass up to the dirty doctor.
“Hands on the pool deck.” He tears my bikini bottoms off. I don’t mean he pulls them down, I mean tears them in half to get them off.
Wow.
“Show me that ass, my sweet little wife.” He cups my ass and then slaps it, making me gasp. It doesn’t hurt, but the sound shocks me.
I’m a big girl. My breasts are a handful, and my ass and belly are huge. Matthias runs his hands over my body, stroking every inch of flesh like I’m this perfect goddess emerged from the sea, and he wants to worship by touching me.
For once, I’m not self-conscious. I’m consumed with something more, something beautiful and overwhelming in the best way. My neurons always short out when he’s around, but right now that’s an asset. I don’t have to think because Matthias has me. He's holding me. He's got me.
He wraps his forearm around my waist and hauls me back into the water. I let my limbs go loose, let the water flow over me. He maneuvers me as he wants me. I'll let him do whatever he wants with me because he's my body's master.
“I'm going to make you feel so good, beautiful.”
“Yes, yes.”
He steers me to the nearby wall and positions me facing away from him. “Put your hands on the side of the pool.”
It's easy to do what he says. I grip the side of the pool, staring out at the lake. We’re in a deeper part of the pool, so I can’t touch the bottom, but I feel safe, like I just have to follow his commands, and everything will work out perfectly.
He cradles my hips in his large hands, and presses me closer to the wall. That’s when I realize he’s got me right in front of a jet.
“Now spread your legs, Maisy-girl.”
I do, gasping when the jet hits the sensitive place between my legs. “Oh, God.” I push myself back, but he’s right behind me. He’s taller than I am, so he can stand in this deep water, but I can’t, and that means...I can’t get away.
The intensity builds. Stimulation in my most sensitive place feels like too much at first, then fills me with a chaotic, restless energy. There’s a waterfall roaring, rushing, and it’s focused right on my clit.
“Oh my God, Matthias…I can’t–”
“You can, beautiful,” he growls, pressing himself against me. His long, hard cock is just at the right height to probe my ass cheeks.
Shaking, I lean back against him. Talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place. There’s nothing harder than the wall of muscle behind me. Except maybe the giant dick rubbing against me.
I push myself back while spreading my legs wider, allowing the jet to stimulate me. It’s so intense, it won’t take long for me to orgasm.
Especially with Matthias crooning, “That’s it, you’re my good girl. Show me how you let go,” right in my ear.
“It’s so much,” I pant.
“You can take it.” He pins me with his hips and frees his hands. One plucks my nipples while the other comes to cup my throat. “I want to see you come apart. You can do that for me?”
I nod.
“Are you close?”
I make a sound that’s more of a breathy moan than a yes, but he gets it.
His hand tightens around my throat. “Ask me for permission to come.”
What? My arousal blooms even hotter, which I didn’t realize was possible.
“Please, please,” I’m begging before I can think about it. “I want to come.”
“From now on, you don’t orgasm without my say so.”
Oh. My. God. “Okay,” I breathe, but he tips my head back, so I can see his stern expression. And stern Master Matthias is my new favorite Matthias.
“No, sweet. When I’m making you come, you call me Sir.”
Matthias
There’s no one more gorgeous than my mate. She’s sexier in sweatpants than any porn star.
But half-naked in my arms, begging me for an orgasm? I’m so satisfied I might as well be in heaven.
Maybe my heart stopped at the altar, and I am in paradise.
She comes apart in my arms, cheeks stained with color, eyes wild. My dick is so hard, if I angle her right, I could drive right into her. Straight into the promised land.
But no. I need to wait because she’s not ready. I want you to be my first. Because my little beauty is a virgin.
Fates, I’m going to consume her.
Her cries echo over the lake. She’s begging me now, pleading for the pleasure to end. I’m going to get a lot of use out of this pool, but I don’t think she’s ready for orgasm torture.
She’s limp in my arms, letting me fully support her weight in the water. I tell her how good she is, how glorious, how I’ve never seen anything so lovely. “What a gift you are to me.” I stroke her breasts, toying with her hard nipples. I want to bite them.
Later.
I lift her and carry her from the pool, letting the water stream off of us. The sunroom overlooking the pool has sturdy lounge furniture that can endure the outdoor weather, so I’m not worried about it getting wet.
I set her on the sunroom double lounger and spread her legs to examine her. Her sex is pink and puffy, not just from orgasm but the pressure. I’m tempted to tie her spread eagle and feast, but…she’s new. I need to go slow. I need to be gentle.
So I dry her off and lay down next to her. The chaise is large, built for two, but it creaks under my weight. I ease her half on top of me and stroke her wet hair until she blinks up at me.
“How are you feeling?”
“That was…” she huffs like there are no words.
“Good.”
“You want me to call you sir?”
I groan, and my dick jumps in my shorts. Her eyes grow wide. “I felt that,” she murmurs.
My groin is aching like I’ve been beaten.
“Do you need to come…sir?”
I’m going to come in my shorts if she licks her lips again.
“Soon,” I say. “I want to make sure you’re all right.”
“I’m good. I”m better than good.”
I cup her cheek. Her skin is hot with arousal, almost feverish. “You want to play some more?”
“Yes, please, sir.”
I’m not going to be able to hold back.
“Get on your knees,” I tell her softly.
Her gaze goes hazy again. She nods and slides off. I sit up and situate myself, so my cock is out, and my legs are on either side of her.
I take a handful of her wet hair and guide her closer. The rug here is thick, so her knees will be fine, even if I make her kneel for a long time. Every room in this house is designed with this sort of sex play in mind. The dom in me appreciates it.
She’s breathing hard, staring down my cock. So I keep hold of her hair and tell her what to do.
“Put your hands behind your back.” The position puts her chest on display.
I remind myself that I’m playing with a human, not a shifter. Maisy will bruise. But more than that, she’s emotionally fragile. She could break.
“You can take a break at any time. Even if I’ve just given you a command. I don’t want to push you.”
She licks her lips again, making my cock throb painfully. “Oh, it’s fine. I want it.”
Fates, she’s perfect for me.
“I know, beautiful. But it’s okay to tell me what you need.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
She’s killing me, but I’ll die happy. “I love that I’m your first.” First, last, only. “You can’t disappoint me. You’re already perfect.”
That seems to relax her. Her shoulders drift down. I pull her head down by her hair.
“Grip the base and kiss the head, Maisy.”
She obeys.
“Now, use your tongue.” I shudder in pleasure as she tastes me, rolling her tongue around my slit. I want to come, but more than that, I want to watch her little pink tongue lick up and down my huge pole.
“Take the whole head in your mouth, beautiful, and suck.”
Her lips part, and the warm, wet heat of her mouth engulfs the head of my cock.
“Poke your tongue into the slit,” I order because I love the stimulation of my urethra. My hips jack up off the couch. “Now open, open wide. Take me into the pocket of your cheek first.”
She’s a fast learner, and she’s driving me fucking crazy. The veil between my rational mind and instincts is thinning. Even though I dosed with Moon Cure before we got in the pool, I need more.
My fingers tighten in her hair, and my nostrils flare. Her gaze is on my face, watching for approval, so she must see her effect on me because she bobs her head faster.
The nails of her free hand score my thigh.
“That’s right, beautiful. Dig your nails in. You can’t hurt me. I like a little pain.” So does she because every time I tug her head she sucks harder. Her cheeks hollow.
“Now take me straight back. Go slowly and relax your throat.” I ease in until I bump her throat. She coughs, and I let her up, but she dives back on like she can’t get enough.
“That’s my good girl. I’m going to turn you into my perfect little cocksucker. My sweet little wife. You’ll look so prim and proper by my side. No one will ever guess how you’re the perfect little slut for me.”
I watch her reaction to my dirty talk. Her chest rises and falls faster. She likes being my little slut.
But I like calling her a good girl best.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her. “And it’s your first time, so you decide. Do you want it on your skin, or do you want to swallow it down?”
She pulls off and licks her puffy lips. Her perfect, pillowy cocksucking lips. “Whatever you want, sir.”
Dayum. I pictured her like this but never believed it would happen so soon. This fast.
“Mmmm, then I want both. Relax, beautiful, let your head release.” I take her head in both hands and hold it still, thrusting my hips at the right pace.
She lets me use her mouth. My balls tingle.
“I’m coming,” I warn her and erupt in her mouth.
I pull out so just the tip of me rests on her tongue, so she’ll taste me.
She moves her tongue, stroking my sensitive head.
I pull back and spurt onto her lips, her cheeks, then her chest.
“Fuck me, Maisy.” I lean in and kiss her softly, catching my own flavor.
Then I rub my cum into her skin and make her lick the excess off my hand.
She does such a good job, flicking her tongue and giving me these breathy little moans like she’s loving it, that by the time she’s done, I’m ready to cum again.
I lean back, enjoying the sight of her on her knees. Her hands rest on my thighs, and she gazes up at me.
“What do you say when I give you my cum?”
She looks confused, but then figures it out fast. “Thank you, sir.” She gives me a sexy little smile.
My virgin bride isn’t quite as innocent as I feared. Must be all those romance novels she always has with her.
“Thank you for your cum.”