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  “And you want me just as much – don’t you,” he tempted? “Go on Gina, tell me you don’t - and mean it,” he chuckled watching her. “You can’t, can you, because you feel it too. This strange chemistry has us both in its thrall.”

  Gina looked into his dark, chocolate eyes, so he couldn’t get enough of her and she could see from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t joking, he meant it. Was this her chance, could she talk to him now about her own feelings?

  “Do you really care for me Matthew?” She asked him seriously half dreading the coldly casual reply he might give her.

  “Yes Gina I care for you a lot,” he replied his eyes full of an emotion Gina hadn’t seen in him before.

  “You surprise me I didn’t think you cared at all.”

  “Well you’re wrong,” he assured her. “Right now you are a little bit of magic in my life. A little bit of magic I badly need.”

  “I think you’re quite magical too, Matthew,” she admitted back. “In fact I could become very fond of you.”

  The words had been hard to say but now that she had said them they seemed to hang in air between them. She was being stupid, she hadn’t professed undying love she’d merely said she could become fond of him, but even so, it had taken a great deal of courage to say even these words to Matthew Dark.

  “Only could, Gina,” he frowned. “Well there’s a disappointment. So for you it really is only about the sex then,” he teased still caressing her fingers.

  “No, of course not,” she flustered back at him. “It’s just – you are so hard to talk to about emotional stuff, and you know that.”

  “My fault I’m afraid. It’s a thick skin I’ve developed and my casual, cavalier attitude towards women stinks at times, I know it does.”

  “Well I am fond of you - I like you a lot in fact. But you have to understand that’s a scary situation, Matthew, because you are so volatile, so likely to just disappear out of my life and leave me heartbroken.”

  “Heartbroken,” he winced. “So it’s that bad but I’d never knowingly do that to you, Gina, so please try to trust me a little.”

  “But what happens when you tire of my body, what then - what happens to this bit of magic then, Matthew?”

  “But we haven’t got there yet and we might never get there so I don’t know,” he replied at once. “But you shouldn’t worry, Gina, I’m certainly not tired of you yet. Hell, we’ve only just scratched the surface.”

  Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Gina kissed him back while trying to bite back the tears. This was progress, of sorts and at least now she knew how he felt about her.

  “Let’s go back to the villa and we’ll scratch a little deeper, what do you say? Fancy spending the afternoon shackled naked to my bed?”

  He said it jokingly but as Gina knew very well that was exactly how he wanted things to be between them. This aspect of Matthew’s sexuality wasn’t going to go away and if she wanted him then she had to be prepared to accept Hardcore Matthew too.

  He was smiling, at her, that half smile that made Gina’s tummy churn. And those eyes, they were boring deep into hers. No he wasn’t joking, she could tell from the fire in those dark eyes that he meant it; he really did want to shackle her to his bed. The realisation sent a delicious little tremor flaming through her body.

  “You shouldn’t joke about that sort of stuff,” she nudged him in the ribs.

  “Not backing out on me now, Miss Deverell - surely not after last night. I know I wasn’t mistaken – you really enjoyed my little torment with the crop. So I know there has been a mellowing, Gina?” He stroked her hair running his fingers down her cheek sensing the almost herculean effort this young woman was making. “I’m pleased you’re prepared to indulge my ‘sort of stuff’ or at least give it try?”

  “Yes, Matthew, I am,” she told him softly. “But with conditions and absolute limits on what I’ll allow, do you understand?”

  He understood very well. Despite all her previous protests she’d finally relented and now he had her exactly where he wanted her. The submissive streak he’d known was in there somewhere had risen and, ironically, asserted itself.

  “Come on then we’ll go back to the villa and talk about this some more.”

  Gina took his hand and followed him out of the café. What was she getting into? But one thing she did know pandering to Matthew’s sexual needs meant she’d have his heart, for a while anyway. But would that be enough?

  Chapter 3

  “I want you to be comfortable with this, Gina,” he said hesitating outside a locked cellar door. “Come in here with me and have a look around and then we’ll talk about the detail.”

  Matthew had taken her back to the villa and down a staircase off the kitchen to the labyrinth of cellars that lay underneath it. He’d led her along a corridor and finally put a key in the lock of a heavy oak door and invited her inside.

  The room was positively Spartan. It had plain whitewashed walls, a black ceiling and very little furniture. There was a double bed in a far corner and sitting in the centre of this room was a leather table like bench heavily padded. A bit like the sort of thing the doctor has but that was probably down to the stirrups like slings hanging from chains either side, Gina thought. She walked forward, to the corner, and looked closer at the bed, or was it a bed she wondered, it certainly wouldn’t encourage sleep. It had a metal rail running from the ceiling right around it and dangling from this was a series of different length chains with manacles attached. So this was where Matthew meted out all his pain filled little pleasures, she decided trailing a finger down a length of chain.

  “What sort of detail, Matthew,” she asked him her voice husky and laced with need.

  “What I need from you and what you’ll allow,” he replied. “But I’m greedy and I will, perhaps, demand more than you want to give,” he admitted. “But you will have a safeword – a word you speak when you’ve had enough and you want me to stop.”

  Did that make it all right – this safeword – or was it just another ploy to make her agree to all this?

  On one wall was a large wooden cupboard and Matthew took another key and opened it for her, flinging the doors wide and inviting her to take a look inside.

  “Matthew this little lot looks really freaky,” she gasped staring at the array of sex toys stashed in there. “I’ve never seen so many – well ‘things’,” she blushed taking hold of an enormous black squashy dildo. “Surely this can’t go…,” she puzzled out loud.

  “Oh yes it can,” Matthew smirked taking it from her and putting it back where she’d taken it from. “But I suggest we start with something else, perhaps this,” he suggested taking a beautiful silver, stainless steel phallus and holding it out for her.

  Gina blinked she could hardly believe her eyes or what she was doing. The thing in front of her face was an exact facsimile of a huge penis, perfectly detailed. It was catching the light from the dim lamps, glinting at her seductively almost inviting her to touch it. She couldn’t resist so she reached out and ran a curious finger slowly around the head and then down its length feeling every little bump and ridge on its thick shaft. It was cold and hard but just so deliciously erotic that she licked her lips. How would it feel to have Matthew use it on her? Perhaps that was a thought too far? Gina blinked, shook her head and pushed it away.

  “I can’t,” she apologised. “I can’t let you use these things on me, Matthew. It’s scary and so different from anything I’ve ever done before.” She looked again inside the open cupboard seeing the selection of whips, leather paddles, crops, canes and different types of multi tailed floggers. There were cuffs and manacles in fact every shelf was filled with these toys.

  “Matthew, I’m too scared. This place is weird. I don’t feel happy in here at all,” she shuddered picking up a long, thin leather paddle and slapping it against her hand. “That hurts – could you really beat my backside with this?” she asked incredulously.

  “I migh
t,” he admitted taking it from her. “But it might be far more effective if used on other parts of your anatomy,” he explained putting his hand out to take it off her. “Remember what I did last night with the crop – well this feels far more intense,” he told her softly. “Can you imagine it making contact – the sting, the quiver of tormented, delighted flesh?

  Gina felt herself flush – she couldn’t help it. And yes, she could imagine it very well and how it would make her feel. She could imagine the excitement, the need that would surge through her body as he swung it between her legs.

  “No I don’t think so – in fact I want to go, now,” she insisted emphatically. “This whole place gives me the creeps. I can’t see what pleasure there is in being chained up and whipped or in having one of these put inside you,” she said taking the stainless steel phallus from him.

  “Oh I think you can, Gina. After last night I think you know very well the delight these things can give,” he insisted.

  Gina glowered at him angrily and let the thing slip from her hands hearing it hit the floor with a clang. Matthew bent to pick it up and using its tip tickled her under her chin.

  “It’s really all about trust, isn’t it? You have to trust me, Gina and then you’ll see I’m right.” He thought for a moment watching her – waiting for her desires to claw her back into his clutches. “Let me show you, and then decide,” he smouldered at her. “Slip your shorts and panties off, sit on the edge of that bench and let me show you what being in here with me means.”

  She watched him rub the thing up and down in his hand. The thought of him using it on her sending liquid fire rushing through her veins. She shouldn’t let him – she really should call a halt to this right now but he was insistent – and despite her early reticence her own hunger was growing. He gently pushed her towards the bench in the centre of the room – his expression fixed and moody again.

  “Remember our bargain,” he told her. “So you will let me do this, Gina. And when you’ve experienced being in here with me you won’t ever need persuading again,” he promised with certainty. Then he took a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her face towards him before kissing her hard.

  Gina recognised the feeling building inside her – that urgent, carnal need to be taken by him. She moaned and tried to wriggle free but she still allowed him to push her onto the edge of the bench.

  “And you must remember what you said about a safeword, Matthew.”

  “Okay – choose one but if you use it then I’ll stop straight away,” he regarded the girl with dark hungry eyes. “But I won’t stop for anything else not even if you beg. So choose well and don’t forget it.”

  Gina’s brain worked frantically trying to choose something suitable – something simple.

  “Black,” she said finally. “I’ll have black.” The word seemed highly appropriate. It seemed to sum up this entire thing going on between the two of them.

  “Lie back, put your head against the rest and take your shorts and panties off,” he told her.

  She couldn’t see him properly - this place was full of shadows but Gina knew the expression he’d have on his face. It would be that expression – the ‘I’m getting all my own way again’ one.

  She slipped off all the clothing from her lower body and positioned herself for him wearing only her tee shirt and flimsy bra. Matthew had slipped the headrest forwards so that she had to sit with her backside on the very edge and with her legs spread wide in the slings she was just at the right height for him to fuck her standing up. Her body tingled with the realisation – he was going to stand between her open legs and pound into her - watch her every reaction as he took her. She felt the pulse of heat and the jolt of sexual excitement. Goodness knows where it came from but part of her couldn’t wait.

  Matthew felt himself stiffen. How many times had he imagined her like this – on his bench, in his chamber and helpless? He wanted her, he wanted to fuck her right this second but this was important. He wanted to punish her a little first. He wanted her to realise that he wouldn’t put up with her argumentative ways and that if she did cross him – disobey him then there would be consequences.

  “Open your legs,” he growled reaching for the leather slings either side and fixing her lower legs into them and binding them tight. Then he took one wrist at a time and manacled her arms outstretched to steel rings each side of the bench.

  She was almost ready, ready and utterly helpless to stop him doing anything he wanted to her. That thought was almost too much – his erection was growing and urgently begging for attention. He stroked her inner thighs lightly watching her bite her bottom lip. She was anticipating the worst - wondering what torments he was going to inflict on her body. He wanted to reassure her but he was fast loosing all control to his darker self. He growled again and moved in closer standing between her open legs. He was going to inflict the very worst torment on her – the one that would trouble her the most. He was going to make her beg. He could see that she was wet – waiting for him. He wanted to plunge his fingers inside her – test her reaction - feel her readiness but not yet – she wasn’t any where near hungry enough.

  Gina arched her back and moaned – she couldn’t stop this – part of her was excited and fascinated by this room and the things in it. The hesitation and doubt she’d just voiced was only a transient blip. She was embarrassed by the whole thing but mostly by her body’s eagerness to experience sex this way.

  She lay back, her head falling against the padded leather rest and closed her eyes. She wanted him to start – she wanted to feel him touch her, take her. She was falling under his spell again – and she couldn’t stop him now even if she wanted him to. He went to the cupboard and returned with a blindfold then reaching across he fastened it around her eyes. He didn’t speak, he didn’t attempt to explain

  She felt a shiver of fear now that she couldn’t see what he was doing. But of course she could feel and she knew that sense would be heightened now. But the first sense that sprang into action was hearing. She heard the cutting noise of scissors as he grasped hold of her tee shirt and cut through the fabric and then through her bra before tugging them from her body. Then she felt his first touch as his fingers delicately feathered her breasts – feeling their outline and exploring her swollen, aroused nipples. He took one and gently pulled it taut between finger and thumb – rolling and pinching and finally squeezing hard making her scream out.

  No safeword so ignoring her protests he repeated this treatment on her other nipple. Now they were both on fire – she was on fire. The hurt he was inflicting it was doing that thing again, dancing around her clitoris with hot flames of need. Gina wanted him there – she wanted him inside her.

  She felt a slap – he was using the leather paddle she handled before and striking her across the delicate flesh of her breasts. She gasped and gnawed on her lip. So this was what it meant to invite Hardcore Matthew into her life. He slapped again – sharp and stinging intensifying the havoc between her legs. Would he slap her there? She moaned and rolled slightly from side to side – how long was he going to keep this up.

  “What do you want me to do now, Gina,” he tantalised softly his voice thick with pent up desire? “Tell me – there’s no embarrassment in here so just tell me. Do you want me to touch you here,” he asked moving his hand to her sex?

  Gina felt him – felt his masculine fingers rub against her labia lightly. Light enough to make her aware but too light to bring her the pleasure she craved. She whined and almost sobbed. He was doing this deliberately – denying her again– what perverse pleasure was he getting from this – what did he want from her?

  “I don’t like this,” she rasped. “Why don’t you just take me and get it over with?”

  “Because I know it’s what you want, Gina,” he told her. “Admit it. You can’t wait for me to fill you – satisfy you, make you climax again, can you?”

  She felt his fingers spread her – his male fingers teasing her, opening her wide.
Then he positioned the phallus – the object he was going to fuck her with. She was wet – how could she not be, he was taking her to the very edge of desire and she was desperate for him.

  She heard a buzz – so the phallus was really a vibrator. Then she felt him pull it away from her body and she squealed with frustration.

  “Matthew what are you doing to me?” She pleaded again. “I don’t understand – I thought you wanted me.”

  He stroked her hair and bending his head slaked at her sore, reddened nipples with his tongue. “I do want you, my sweet,” he soothed. “I’ve never wanted any woman as much,” he admitted moving his tongue to her lips and pushing it between them and kissing her fiercely in a hard almost feral way. “But first I want you to beg. I want to hear you beg and plead with me to fuck you,” he teased, his voice low and deep. “In fact I want you to beg me to take you rough and demand that I’m very harsh with you, that I’m so rough it hurts.” He smiled and kissed her mouth before moving between her legs and sliding the flat of his tongue between her open labia and licking all the way up the cleft between them.

  Gina couldn’t take any more – the feel of his mouth down there sent her wild and her body blazed for him. “Okay Matthew,” she panted. – “I’m begging you,” she shrieked as his tongue hit her clitoris and blotted out everything else. Nothing mattered in the world now but having him fuck her.

  “Beg again, my pretty,” he said placing the steel phallus on one of her nipples and turning the setting to high. He pressed into the aroused flesh hard listening to her squeals of pleasure. Then he trailed the vibrating head down her body stopping at her navel for what seemed to Gina like a very long time before he moved on – further down.

  “You didn’t want this anywhere near you earlier,” he reminded her giving her sex the slightest of brushes with the pleasure giving toy. “How do you feel about it now, Gina? Perhaps you’ve changed your mind; perhaps you like it after all. Do I push it all the way up inside you or perhaps I should make you beg again.”