Corporate Plaything

“Fuck.”

Matt seemed to lose his control. He pounded her harder and faster until she could feel only fire, hot and pure, searing her nerve endings with manic need.

God. How she loved having him so deep like this, possessing her entire body and soul, branding her with his lust as if she were meant to be his. Their flesh made obscene sounds as he hammered his cock into her over and over, until the red-hot fire turned into brimstone that incinerated her sanity to cinders.

Her body shook as the pleasure thickened and the familiar aches, maddening need returned. He slammed her faster, harder, and deeper until she didn’t know which part of her body began or ended, all she knew was that they were one, riding towards the ultimate completion.

Then, it hit her.

A climax so powerful it bordered on agony. Anna bawled as she floated through time and space. Her head felt like it exploded into a thousand pieces. When she crashed back to Earth, she found Matt slamming into her two more times before he jerked.

He gripped her hands so tight her bones were creaking in protest. She barely paid attention to it. The glorious moment consumed her whole. Her pussy fluttered around his spasming shaft, milking him to the last drop. She would’ve collapsed if she weren’t already lying on her back.

When he was spent, Matt scooped her into his arms and leaned on his side. For long moments, they only touched and kissed, while the ecstasy ebbed gradually and his cock became semi-flaccid, slipping out from her.

As she rested her head on his broad chest, she could see the full moon gracing the sky, luminous and pure. He was right; she was beautiful..

He caught her eyes and smiled. “Sharime.”

My precious beauty. Anna blinked, wondering how she knew what Matt had just said. The thought didn’t linger long when he stroked her cheek and kissed her again until she temporarily forgot her own name.

When her memory returned, she fantasised how delicious Mrs. Anna Martel sounded. It’d be nice having someone like him as her husband, loving her this way. She pushed the thought away since that kind of daydream was just silly. Matt was far out of her league.

However, Anna didn’t regret her decision to become his plaything.

Chapter Three

Matt was gone when Anna woke up in the morning. She scrambled up, squinting her eyes from the bright sun. The dojo was empty. She found Matt had already cleaned up the sake’s tray, but he had left her a neatly folded pile of freshly laundered clothes—the clothes that she’d worn yesterday in the interview.

When did he do the laundry? Matt didn’t strike her as a man who would do domestic chores. Maybe it was his housekeeper. A man who lived in a big mansion like this must have one.

She tidied up the bedroll and took her clothes to the bathroom. She assumed Matt would want her to take a shower before changing into the fresh clothes.

After her shower, she looked for him and found him in the kitchen, making breakfast. The fresh aroma of coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling in the frying pan filled the air. She was impressed with what she saw. He looked deft juggling different tasks at once.

“Let me do it.” She tried to grab the spatula from Matt’s hand.

He raised his hand out of her reach. “Morning to you, too. Now take a seat and I’ll get you some coffee.”

She scanned around—no housekeeper in sight. Was he the one who did all the housework? “Don’t you think I’m the one who should make you breakfast?”

“Why?”

“Isn’t that what you and your brothers hired me for?”

Matt chortled. He planted a quick kiss on her lips and motioned her to sit by the counter. “I love making breakfast for my bedmate. How do you take your coffee? Black or with cream?”

Anna didn’t understand. When she’d signed up as the Martels’ personal plaything, she thought she would spend her days and nights as a slave to these men. Taking care of them in and out of bed, accommodating their every whim even if it was degrading and humiliating. She hadn’t expected she’d be treated equally, or in this case, rather spoilt. Anna wondered if she had read too many S/M novels.

“Anna? Black or with cream?”

She startled. “Sorry. With cream, please.” Anna took a seat on one of the kitchen’s stools.

Matt served her the coffee. The breakfast followed. Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns piled up on a big plate. Matt looked as if he was trying to feed an army.

“Dig in. We have a tight schedule this morning.” Matt fished in his pocket before handing her a cell phone. “I’ve programmed our daily schedules, important contacts, notes, everything you should kn

ow in there. We’re going to get you clothes first, then go to the office. Justin wanted me to familiarise you with our internal SAS programme.”