Page 66 of Dare To Free Us

Knowing how sensitive she got after climaxing the first time I used it to torture her. Arianna bucked against me and jerked on her restraints. Cries echoed in the room as she tossed, trying to dislodge my hand, becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Beg me, Arianna.” More moans and gasps. “Say it,” I hissed.

“Please, Matteo. Please fuck me.” My cock pulsed against her butt at her desperate tone.

Lifting her hips I lined up and plunged in easily, thanks to her dripping with need. Arianna cried out with the level of mounting heat in her core. I grunted, she was always so tight, but now she pulsed with after shocks from her other orgasms.

I paused for a moment. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, taking her so heartlessly. That even with Arianna wanting it, it was still wrong. But I seemed to be running on autopilot without the ability to shut it off.

A sudden wave of despair took hold of me. Is this what we’d become? Raw and open like a wound. She turned our sex— even wild, rough sex— into a moment of hate and resentment.

I didn’t hate her but I hated what she did. I resented the fact that she had so easily given up and been willing to walk away. “You were going to leave me, Arianna.” I ground my hips slowly in circles, making her moan and pant. Her head fell forward, the sight of her back arched from the inability to let her arms lower just about set me off. “You were going to throw us away. How does it feel now? To think you could live without this?” It was a fucked up thing to ask, as if our relationship had been based on sex alone. I got a sick feeling in my stomach at how I’d just insulted our relationship. But couldn’t find the will to take it back.

“I didn’t want to leave. Ihadto.” She turned her head to look at me. Those golden eyes were glowing, cheeks flushed from the sex, but there was a fierceness in her gaze I couldn’t help but respect her for. “If you’re wanting an apology I can’t give it. Iwon’tgive it,” she said through gritted teeth.

Fuck that pissed me off. She had no remorse for what she had done. That was when I lost it, forgetting my plan to draw it out.

I started pounding into her with all I had. I’d taken Arianna hard before, but never with the aggression directed at her. It wasn’t about hurting her, I could never hurt her. It was about making her feel how she’d broke me, broke us.

I grunted with every thrust, leaning back to get more leverage. Trying to make the anger and hurt leave my body. But it wouldn’t go away. It kept building until I felt I would turn inside-out.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” I grunted.

“No.” I spanked her.

“Yes. Again!” she cried. Then I did it again and again until her cheeks were red. My balls started sucking up tight as Arianna’s insides pulsed harder and grew tighter. Every thrust caused a moan or cry to the point she could hardly catch her breath.

“Fucking say it!”

“No! You think you are teaching me a lesson? All you’re doing is giving me what I’ve been missing for days. So, fuck me like you mean it, Matteo.”

Taking ahold of her shoulders I used them as leverage to thrust into her even harder, the sound of flesh slapping flesh was lost in her cries as another orgasm made her well and truly scream. Then I came so hard my vision got blurry as the rest of my energy exploded inside her. I held deep as Arianna shook beneath me. Her whole body shivered with exhaustion, while mine still vibrated with rage.

Leaning over the back of her— our bodies sticking together with sweat— I took ahold of her hair and bent her head back until I could press my lips to her ear. She turned her head to try and kiss me but I stopped her with a tug, letting the most honest of words fall from my lips. “You fucking broke my heart.” Arianna whimpered and I dropped her head.

Pulling out, I pushed off the bed without so much as a backwards glance, put my pants on and headed for the door. I didn’t even bother to uncuff her. Arianna knew all she had to do was lift the chain over the hook and find the key in the nightstand, but I had never left her to do it on her own before. It was an insulting move if ever there was one.

Pausing in the doorway I looked back and saw the sadness in her eyes. It felt like a chasm had broken the ground open between us, each staring at the other from an unconquerable distance. There had been no love shown while I took her body. No care, intimacy, or passion. I didn’t even kiss her. I used her like a cheap whore and was walking away in a manner that proved it. Even when I took her body to alleviate my worries I always held her afterwards, cradled her in my arms and kissed her tenderly to let her know I loved her, what she meant to me.

Leaving Arianna there without a care was a dick move of epic proportions, but my own pain wouldn’t let me attempt to comfort her.

I looked straight into her eyes that were begging me to say something. There was only one thing I wanted to tell her. “You and my child are not going anywhere, I swear it.”

With that I closed the door behind me and used the key to lock it from the outside.

Dressed in nothing but my pants, belt hanging undone, I walked without purpose down the hall to the stairs. As I made my way to the bottom it felt like I was floating somewhere above myself. Nothing felt real. Nothing made sense.

Arianna tried to run from me.It was the only thing that felt tangible in my mind.

Suddenly I was standing in the middle of my foyer, the chill of it soaking up through my bare feet, with moonlight coming in the windows to bathe all the white marble in blue. My sweaty, hot body formed goosebumps from the cool air brushing at my skin. The house was empty. There should have been a guard or two at the front door.

With my brain shifting back into boss mode I whirred around, ready to head to the security room but stopped short.

A small figure emerged from one of the darkened entryways. My mother walked towards me with a sad, faraway look in her eyes.

“Where are the guards?” I demanded angrily.

“I sent them outside. What did you do Matteo?” My head snapped back at the disgust in her voice. She came to a stop in front of me.

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