His to Command

She smiled up at him. “Oh, please, Mr. Pearce.” Her delicate fingers wrapped around his aching cock. It twitched in her hand, pulsing with need. “I want you to fuck me.”

She pressed his cockhead to her wet folds, and he glided inside her, unable to stop himself. Fuck, she was so hot and wet. He groaned as she tightened around him in an intimate hug.

“Oh, God, Kate, I want you so much.”

He drove deep and she moaned.

* * *

Kate almost fainted at the intense pleasure of his huge cock filling her to the hilt. “Oh, yes, Sir. Please fuck me hard.”

She was still elated at his proclamation of love.

He drew back and drove deep again. His lips nuzzled her neck as he drew back. Then he glided forward. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening wider for him. This time his cock filled her even deeper.

Pleasure rocked through her and she moaned. Soaring higher as he thrust again and again. His body pounded against her, filling her with his hot marble shaft over and over. She groaned as sweet bliss spilled through her, then erupted into a cataclysmic orgasm.

She hugged him tight to her. “Oh, Matt. Oh, yes.” Then she wailed so loudly, she feared she’d wake the neighborhood. He ground against her and grunted, spilling inside her in a wash of heat.

Then her consciousness shattered and she rode the wave of ecstasy.

Finally, she fell against the pillows, gasping for air.

He nuzzled her neck and she smiled up at him.

“So you love me,” she said coyly.

As soon as she said it, she regretted it. The light in his eyes flickered and went out, then he drew back. His cock slipped from inside her and she felt empty. Physically and emotionally.

“Kate, I’m sorry, I should never have said that. I meant it when I said I would never hurt you, but…” He shook his head and drew away from her.

Her heart pounded, but she drew in a deep breath. “Okay, I get it. I’m pretty tired.” She pushed herself from the bed and walked toward the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

She waited for him to protest, but he didn’t. She would love nothing better than to curl up against him and sleep in his arms, but instead, she walked down the hallway to the guest room. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes, stripped off the ankle and wrist cuffs, and glanced around. She had no nightgown or pajamas, so she climbed into bed naked.

* * *

Matt threw his arm over his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, glowing in the soft illumination of the moon. He wished things had gone differently two years ago. That he and Kate hadn’t slipped apart.

That Ileana hadn’t ruined everything. That party showed there was a wedge between him and Kate that he hadn’t really known existed. The pain he’d suffered because of Kate walking out on him had been intense, ripping his heart to shreds. All because of Ileana.

And then, after Kate had gone and Matt was suffering from a broken heart … He would love to blame Ileana for what happened, and she had certainly played her part, but he had to take responsibility for his own actions. He was the one who had ultimately betrayed Kate.

He rolled over again. All he could do now was to try and help Kate find her future happiness. The question was, would she even stay for the rest of the week?

* * *

Kate walked into the huge tile and glass shower in the guest room’s en suite bathroom and turned on the water, then leaned into the warm spray. Matt had texted her a few moments ago, telling her he’d left some clothes outside her bedroom door and asking when she’d like breakfast.

In the shower, she pressed the shampoo dispenser on the wall and lathered up her hair. He was being sensitive, giving her a little more time before she had to face him, knowing it would be awkward after him saying he loved her, then taking it back.

She thought about the clothes Matt had left for her. At the door, she had found a bag with a thick, fluffy robe, and a pair of jeans with a cozy sweater. The latter was not exactly what she’d imagined he’d like her to wear during their week of sex, especially hot Dom-sub sex.

She rinsed the lather from her hair, then reached for the other dispenser and pumped body gel onto her palm. It smelled like magnolia blossoms. She stroked the gel vigorously over her body. Normally, she’d delight in the rich lather and the exotic scent, but right now she was too distracted.

Did Matt want her to leave? He might find it uncomfortable being around her now. Or was he just making it easier on her if she wanted to go?

She glided her hands over her breasts, swirling over the nipples. Their next encounter was bound to be awkward, but she really didn’t want to give up a week with Matt. Her nipples puckered as she thought of Matt’s big, muscular body. She wished he was here right now, scrubbing her clean, stroking over her naked body. She glided her hand down her belly and between her legs. The slickness there was not just soap.