I need that pussy of yours first.

Holy hell, I could really get behind that. I was horny as hell and desperately needed some relief. The massage candle had already been enough to get me going, and sucking his dick was the cherry on top of the cake. I was almost bursting at the seams with all the sexual frustration I was feeling.

"Lay down on your back," Mateo directed, and I did what I'd been told to. He moved off of the bed and started undressing–slowly, dragging it out like he wanted me even more desperate than I already was. I didn't think I could become needier. His eyes glinted with the wickedness I'd grown used to and loved.

Involuntary, my eyes trailed his body, taking in every detail. My gaze followed his hands as he grabbed the fabric of his grey jumper and wrenched it off so effortlessly.

Mateo was toned, with his broad shoulders and defined abs. He and Callan kind of shared the same body type, though Callan had a little more muscle than him.

I felt my clit throb as I looked at him; he was so damn handsome with a hint of sweetness–a blend I found just as appealing as what the other guys had to offer.

His jeans were already open, and he bent down to chuck them off. God damn, how I'd managed to score any of these men was something I would never understand. They were out of my league by miles.

My mouth grew dry as I stared at him–all of him. He let me have my fill before he moved with predatory steps towards me. My heart beat just a little bit faster at his hot gaze. While I had checked him out, he'd been doing the same to me.

The swell of his dick bobbed as he walked, and it stole my attention for a moment. Was it weird that I found his dick beautiful? It probably was, but I couldn't care less.

He stopped just by the edge of the bed in front of me. "Spread your legs as far as you can. Let me see you." His voice was husky and deep, bringing shivers to my body.

For once, I didn't hesitate to do his bidding. I was too horny to think straight and incapable of having any self-conscious thoughts. He groaned as I revealed my pussy, and I knew he could see everything in detail.

"You're killing me, Gorgeous," he commented, his eyes firmly on my sex.

As if he couldn't wait any longer, he moved up the bed and attacked my pussy with his mouth, sucking and licking like his life depended on it.

"Oh, shit," I moaned at the sudden feeling of intense pleasure. I'd been sexually tortured for too long, and I found myself climbing towards blissful oblivion in seconds.

"Hold it," Mateo spoke sternly. He pulled away just enough so he could talk. "You're not allowed to orgasm unless I tell you to."

"I can't!" I protested. It felt like a tidal wave of pleasure coming towards me, and I was supposed to stop it? How was that even possible?

"If you come, we will end this all right here. And you can bet your cute ass there will be added punishment if you defy me," Mateo warned me. I really didn't want that to happen, so I renewed my effort to stop myself from orgasming. I'd never tried to hold back one before, and it was no freaking joke how hard it actually was. Whenever I masturbated alone in bed, my goal was to orgasm and not to deny myself.

"Such a good submissive, aren't you?" Mateo crooned after several long, torturous minutes. My heart warmed at the compliment–I was proud of myself for pleasing him.

He moved from my sex over my body until we were at eye level, his mouth glistening with my pussy juices. He leaned in and gave me a breath-stealing kiss, making me taste myself on his lips and tongue. Our kiss was hot and heavy and so full of desperation we were both left panting by the end of it.

"Do you like the taste of yourself?" he asked, and if I hadn't been red-faced already, my blush would've been visible–thank God for small mercies.

"Yes, Sir," I admitted. The taste of me mixed with him was like an aphrodisiac; sinfully hot.

Mateo gave me one last kiss before he pulled away. I shivered as his body heat vanished, but the room wasn't cold. It was like my body needed his closeness and reacted to the distance.

I followed his movement with my eyes. First, he went to a chest of drawers and pulled out a rope of what looked like blue silk from one of the drawers. Then, he came closer again as he opened the nightstand on my left and grabbed condoms.

Unable to contain it, I sighed when I saw the condoms. I didn't want the latex between us. I wanted to feel him, skin to skin. I wanted him to cum so deep inside me, my contraception would have to be hard at work, hindering any chance of pregnancy.

When Mateo saw my disappointment, he chuckled. "I wanted to give you a choice. It's a little out of protocol since I haven't shown you my test results, and yours haven't gotten back yet, but if you say you're clean, I believe you."

"And if you say you're clean, I believe you. I trust you," I answered. It was the first time I would have sex with someone I actually trusted; it would be a nice change. "I have an implant, so we're safe on that front too."

Mateo smiled. "I'm a hundred percent clean. So, no condoms?"

Chuckling, I shook my head. "No condoms."

He threw them somewhere on the floor. "Move your hands over your head," he directed, and when I'd done as he'd asked, he collected my arms and tied the rope around both my wrists. He then tied the remainder of the string to his spindle bed frame.

I tested the material's strength and found that it had no give–I couldn't move my arms from their position or get my hands out of the loop. It wasn't too tight either, just perfect. I kind of hated the fact that I knew he must have practiced this on someone else– probably many someone else.

While I had been focused on the silky material, Mateo had gotten back on the bed. I'd already had more than enough foreplay, but that didn't stop him from playing with my tits–squeezing and kneading them, licking and biting. He was switching between rough and gentle, and I loved it.

Arching my back, I tried to push my boobs even closer to him, but he chuckled at my effort. "Lay still, Gorgeous. I give you what I want to give and nothing more."

The wait had already been too long, and my body was burning by the time he gripped his cock and placed it by my entrance. But he didn't fuck me right away. God no, of course he had to torture me more as he pressed his dick just a little in my hole, enough for me to feel the stretch before he retreated and rubbed his tip on my clit.

"Please," I begged when I couldn't take any more. "Please, Sir."

Mateo smiled wickedly. "What do you want, my sweet submissive?"

Just him calling me his submissive was almost enough to make me come. I was hanging on the edge of sanity from this sexual torment, and I needed the relief more than I needed to breathe.

"Fuck me, Sir. I beg you, please fuck me!" I pleaded. I'd never been this turned on before, and not that I was complaining–but shit, it was absolutely, deliciously-awful to wait any longer.

Apparently, he was satisfied with my desperation. He positioned himself at my opening and slammed inside.

I gasped at the stretch from his cock. It's been months since my last one-night stand, and that guy's size wasn't this big. And my vibrator couldn't compare to Mateo's girth.

"We still got half left," Mateo said. He had his arms on either side of my head, and they shook as he struggled to keep still, letting me get used to the feel of him inside me.

"Half?" I panted. At least, now, I could thank the gods he took time with foreplay.

"Just relax. You can take it." He leaned down and kissed me as he slowly began to move in and out, forcing me to take more of his cock with each gentle thrust. I wasn't feeling any pain, just discomfort, and that quickly went away when he moved one of his hands between us and massaged my clit with his thumb.

By the time he was balls deep, I was moaning in pleasure. My eyes closed automatically, too lost in all the sensations.

"Open your eyes. I want to watch you when you come," Mateo commanded, his words filled with so much authority I couldn't help but obey.

"Oh God, Mat–Sir," I cried out when he adjusted his hips, so he hit that part inside my pussy that had my legs shaking with pleasure.

"You're so fucking tight, Gorgeous. I can feel your pussy grip my cock so hard it's like you don't want to let me go," Mateo groaned; his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were at half-mast as he looked down at me. He kissed me as he started to fuck me harder, faster, and always hitting my g-spot, making me see stars–no, making me see the freaking universe.

The room was filled with the wet sloshing of my sex, skin hitting skin, and our heavy breathing.

"Shit, I'm going to come!" I cried out. My entire body was tense; it had been building up for this orgasm for so long.

"Not yet," he ordered. If it was even possible, he put more force behind his thrust, and he had to place one of his hands behind my head to keep it from bumping into the bed frame.

"Now, come now," he groaned. "I want to feel you milking my cock."

With his permission, I couldn't hold the orgasm any longer. It traveled through my body and shook my core. My pussy clasped his dick in an iron grip as it pulsed with the pleasure of coming.

"Fuck, here it comes," he swore. I could feel his cock throb as it sprayed my insides with his cum. The feeling prolonged my own orgasm, wiping me out completely.

He continued pumping until he had nothing more to give. As he pulled out, he gave me a final kiss.

I felt empty without him.