*Warning- mature content ahead*

"Do you want me to get on my knees?"

He visibly choked at my words, and eyes wide with desire and lust, he seemed to finally realize he needed to take control of the situation sooner rather than later.

"I think you want to get on your knees for me, and you just want me to tell you what to do," he countered.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to, but you know, consent does go both ways..." I teased lightly.

He shot a hand forward, quick as lightning, and suddenly the ball was most definitely in his court as he tugged lightly on the strands of my hair thick with water.

He tipped my head up towards his and our eyes locked in a fierce battle of domination and wills.  I enjoyed being on top, being the one doing the work, but with Matthew...maybe I'd like being the one dominated, the one taken care of, the one told what to do.

The thought sent a liquid thrill through my blood.

"Then get on your fucking knees."

Finally.

I could've sang in happiness as I sunk to the ground, eye level with his towel clad front, but with his hands still in my hair forcing my gaze upward, I couldn't relent his gaze.

"Take my towel off."

I throbbed at his commands, fumbling with the knot at his hip but finally it fell down and I was greeted by him, thick and completely ready and a zing of excitement thrummed through me.

"Open your mouth."

I did as he said and nearly moaned at first contact with him.

I accommodated for him in my mouth and groaned out in warring painful pleasure as he hit the back of my throat, tears blurring my vision.

He rocked back on his heels, thrusting his hips forward so that all I could do was hang onto his thighs in front of me and bob back and forth, and when I met his eyes from below he cursed and fisted my hair even harder in his fist.

"So fucking good," he groaned out, pumping even faster as I whimpered around him but the whole thing was so erotic and heady that my heart threatened to burst right out of my chest at how turned on it made me.

The complete and total one eighty his personality from normal life to the bedroom was jolting, but I couldn't think about friendly, sweet, and gentle Matthew, not in that moment.

No, I wanted rough, hard Matthew pounding into the back of my throat in a punishing caress that promised to break me apart and put me back together again.

When he jerked his hips and loosed a pleasured cry into the air, I didn't let up, and the pure awe in his expression when all was said and done was enough for me to be satisfied myself for the rest of the night, but Matthew wasn't done with me yet.

He hauled me up against his chest and seared a punishing, bruising kiss to my lips that left me breathless, panting, and close to begging for more.  He ripped his shirt off of me and scooped me up in his arms like I was his bride.

Depositing me atop the plush comforter on his bed as if I were a fragile piece of glass, I started to scoot all the way up before his hand on my stomach stopped me.

"Kneel on the edge of the bed facing the wall."

I didn't know where he was going with this, but I couldn't wait to see where it led.

I did what he said and kneeled on the edge of the bed, gasping when a dark cloth covered my eyes.

"Is this okay?"

"Fuck yes."

He tied the blindfold over my hair and I nearly exploded right then and there, but his hands slowly traveled the length of my body, fingers feather soft and exploring my curves.

I squirmed a few times when he'd reach a ticklish spot, but he was quick to avoid those places for his second, third and fourth times, the sensitivity and teasing nearly making me come out of my own skin.

His lips enclosed around my breast while palming the other gently, and he whooshed out a reverent breath once the sensations receded.

"I want these in my mouth every single day," he said gruffly against my skin and I arched my neck as he reached it, licking and sucking the skin while I whimpered out at his touch, begging for more and wishing for something that I was too afraid to ask for in case it was too much.

When Matthew grabbed both my wrists and wrenched them behind my back, though, I held them outwards, an unspoken question prepared to dance off my tongue.

Silk ties slipped over my skin and suddenly my hands were tied behind my back.  Ben had never done this with me no matter how many times I'd asked.

"Still okay?"

"Yes," I panted, desperate for more, more sensations, more restraints, just more.

"Good."

That was all he said before his palm was against my back, gently pushing my front down on the bed so that my ass was directly up in the air and my hands tied behind my back didn't allow me to brace myself against the bed.

I was blindfolded, tied up, at the mercy of Matthew behind me, and I had never been more turned on in my entire life.

His rough and calloused hands from years of playing basketball skittered down my spine pebbled with chills and dragged them down to my lower back, bearing down on me until his hot breath slid against my feverish skin.

His scent wafted out to me, a clean, soapy smell with a hint of cologne, like he'd sprayed some on himself before coming into his room to grab his clothes, like he'd known already exactly how he'd wanted this night to end.

The warmth of his mouth invaded my senses just as I'd grown used to the feel of his breath wafting on me and I barely had a chance to cry out into the mattress as his tongue invaded me, the rough pad of it causing an ever pleasant friction against me and I was already out of breath. 

My heart was racing double time and I could hardly catch up to the sensations swarming me as I wriggled and gasped and whimpered in his grasp. 

Shivers ratcheted up and down my spine as tingles shot through my thighs, the overwhelming pleasure building and building to a burning crescendo until suddenly he pulled away, the crest that I'd been rising to suddenly falling away as I groaned out in disappointment. 

"Matthew," I whispered out, my throat constricted as I didn't have any way to leverage my body against gravity with my hands tied behind my back. 

"What was that?"

His voice was full of smoke and full desire, almost like he was choking on it. 

"Please," I whimpered, like my throat could hardly form the sounds or pull in enough air to voice my pleas. 

"Please, what?"

I groaned out again in frustration as his mouth once again found its intended target, stars shooting through my mind as I focused my attention there and willed for him to stay there. 

I almost cried when he pulled away once more, letting my peak rise and rise until he denied me the release I was so clearly begging for, but it seemed like he was enjoying it, this push and pull and lusting torture against me. 

"Please.  Please let me come," I gasped out as he placed small airy kisses to the place where I needed him most, needed more than the featherlight touch he was giving me. 

"Good girl."

His voice rumbled through my thighs as his mouth was directly on me and then he feasted upon me as if a man tasting his last meal. 

His tongue sent shockwaves of a painful pleasure through me as he added a deliberate pressure that had my knees shaking on the bed and my lungs nearly giving out from the attention he was giving to me. 

One calculated suck against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, however, and I was seeing galaxies behind my eyelids, a fiery explosion in my mind that left me a whimpering and shaking mess while Matthew stayed behind me, never ceasing his assault on me even through my consistent pulsating and writhing away from him. 

I cried out as he kept one firm hand wrapped around my hips and kept me from squirming away from his grasp, his touch all too much yet not enough at the same time.

"Shh, I know baby," he murmured against me even as he continued through my orgasm, sliding in one finger and then another while his tongue explored and licked and sucked until I was mindless, pushing back onto his face even as the throbbing faded and my body prepared itself to ramp up once again. 

His fingers plunged in deeper and deeper, curling inside of me as my core pulsated and throbbed around him as his tongue delved down to suck on the oversensitive nub that was sending near painful jolts through my system until the thrill beat out the pain and I was being steadily helped up that hill once more by Matthew's tongue and fingers working tirelessly on my body. 

I must've been chanting a delirious mixture of words, something about 'god' and 'yes, please, don't stop' and moaning louder than I ever had in my entire life, because Matthew's amusement was near palpable against me, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me and was enjoying every goddamn minute of it. 

I know I was. 

The orgasm broke and felt never-ending, like I would never stop throbbing and pulsing and twitching from the plunge of it, but before I could question it, my hands were untied gently, and my blindfold was removed from my sweaty, glistening forehead. 

Matthew's hands were running up and down my arms soothingly as he scooped me up and tucked me into his side, brushing away loose strands of wayward hair from my face and pressing light kisses to my cheeks, nose and forehead. 

Something swam inside my chest at the gesture, even as I realized that he could've taken me from behind if he'd wanted to.  I damn sure wasn't about to stop him if he had, either. 

It was like he didn't want to take that last and final step until he knew that I was absolutely ready, and my heart wanted to explode in my chest at that very thought. 

I didn't say anything as he held me cocooned to his chest, not even as he moved us up closer to the headboard and began skating his fingertips down my back in a gentle stroke, almost lovingly...

When my eyelids began to droop and he tucked me even closer against his warm, stone-hard chest I realized that no words needed to be said.  He'd known exactly what I had wanted even without voicing it, but I knew that if I had wanted to stop or didn't feel okay about the blindfold or the silk ties that he would have stopped immediately. 

He was so controlled and careful in every part of our desire filled activities but yet so unrestrained and almost clumsy when it came to the everyday aspects of life.  I had wondered more than once what the hell we were doing with each other but after this night I was starting to understand that it was something very dangerous, for my heart at least. 

My eyes closed and he disappeared to shut the lights off, but once he came back and draped the comforter over the both of us and pulled me tight back into him I inhaled his deep warm scent and the soaked up the heat radiating from his body. 

I could've sworn he was already asleep as his chest rose and fell deeply, but his lips brushed my forehead as if an afterthought, and his words rumbled through my chest. 

"Fucking perfect."

The reverence in his tone brought tears to my eyes. 

What the hell am I getting myself into?

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A/N:

I didn't have to make you wait too long now did I? ;)

What did you guys think of this chapter? 

This is so different from the usual vanilla scenes that I like to write, so hopefully I did it justice!

What do you think will happen next?

What do you WANT to happen next?

Until next time my lovely readers, 
Kristen :)