Heart of Ice (14 page)

“Take them off.” She moaned, reaching around
to remove the clamp.

“No,” he shouted. Christina flinched as he
speared her with the dildo. He hit the button and the vibrations
brought her body to life. Matt grabbed her other hand and chained
it to the bed. Only one of Christina’s legs remained free while she
writhed on the bed as the vibrator brought merciless pleasure to
her body. She called his name over and over. It was music to Matt’s
ears. He owned her, he loved watch the blood rush to the surface of
her skin. He removed the rest of his clothing.

He climbed on the bed and pushed his shaft
into her mouth. Christina could hardly focus, her body felt like it
was convulsing. Could one die from pleasure? She ran her tongue up
and down his shaft. It was hot and throbbing. She licked the slit
at his tip and felt him leak into her mouth. It was then that he
began thrusting violently in her mouth, hitting the back of her
throat.

Matt pulled out of her mouth with a pop. He
wouldn’t have last much longer if he’d kept going. He unchained her
from the bed post. She attempted to remove the dildo and he slapped
her hand away. He removed the clamps from her nipples and bit down
on their dark rose colored peaks. He smiled when she cried out. It
was music to his ears. Flipping her onto her stomach he smacked her
butt watching the blood rush to the surface of the skin. He chained
her feet once again to the post.

“I have a treat for you tonight,” he
whispered into her ear, before biting down on it. He pushed the toy
back inside of her and watched as she writhed once again on the
bed. Her hands balled up in fist on the sheets.

“I love the smell of sex. It has its own
distinct smell and taste.” He said huskily into her ear, watching
as she coated the vibrator with her liquid.

“You’re such a dirty girl. It’s going to
slip out. We’ll just have to get you a bigger one.” He whispered as
he nibbled on her ear.

Christina’s mind was filled with pleasure.
This was why Matt Dallas was dangerous. He could do anything he
wanted with her body and she would beg him to do more.

“Please,” she begged.

“You want me to make it feel better?”

“Yes, yes.” She shouted.

Matt took his hand and shoved the toy
further up into her sex. His hand was completed coated with her
wetness. Perfect. Let the torture began. He took and rubbed it
against her second hole. Christina moaned. She was his to mold in
any way he wanted. Pushing one finger in, he moved it in and out.
Loosening up the nerves, he pushed two fingers in and began
scissoring them.

“Matt, not there,” she whined. It stung. He
slapped her ass effectively shutting her up.

“You belong to me. I can do whatever I
want.” He roared. Before she could say anything to him. He parted
her cheeks and pushed his way inside. She screamed. It felt like
her ass was being torn apart.

“You need to relax baby, just breathe.” He
said pushing more of himself into her. Christina took his advice
relaxed. Matt had managed to get himself through the tight ring of
muscle. He groaned, her ass clamped down so hard on his shaft. He
began to move. He shoved his fingers in her mouth.

“Suck them.” He smiled as she did as she was
told. He began to thrust as hard as he could in and out of her. He
reached down and shoved the toy in and out of her. He felt her body
tremor. He took her for everything she was worth. Their bodies
slapping together echoed through the room. Taking his fingers out
of her mouth, Matt grabbed a fist full of her hair. Using it as
leverage he was able to increase his speed and change the angle.
When he heard her cry out.

“Found it,” he sang. He felt the pressure
building. It felt like her body was going to shake apart. She never
knew such pleasure could be felt by using the anal canal. Stars
danced in her eyes, she just needed a bit more.

“Now!” he screamed. He felt her released,
and he spilled his seed into her. He pumped into her a few more
times before pulling out.

Christina was tired. Her lower back was
killing her. She fought the tears that sprung to her eyes. Her feet
were still chained to the post. She laid on her stomach. She
watched as he sat in front of her. She watched as his shaft was
still semi erected.

“Next time, I offer you milk. Make sure you
drink up.” He said looking at her. Christina nodded her head.

“Now clean me up,” he said scooting closer
to her.

“But Matt, I’m still chained to the bed,”
she said looking at him. She watched as he reached into the night
stand and pulled out a wet wipe. He handed it to her, it was a wet
wipe and she cleaned the juices from him. He dispose of the wipe
and sat in front of her. It was then she realized what he wanted.
He moved further up to her, she opened her mouth once again and
began to lick him before enclosing him her hot warm and moist
mouth.

Chapter 18

Christina sat in the spa tub. Her ass hurt.
She didn’t know what exactly happened in the bedroom, but it was
humiliating. She still remembered him splitting her ass opened with
his girth and then requiring her to lick him clean. After his
release, he unchained her and walked out of the bedroom. Leaving
her sore, dirty and cold. She remained frozen. She truly loved him
but she didn’t sign up for this. Where was her loving Matt? The guy
who had spoiled her on their retreat. Dragging herself to the tub.
She cried.

She wondered where he went. It wasn’t
supposed to turn out like this. Her body betrayed her. Although it
felt good it was the principle. She told him no and he took anyway.
She still hadn’t had a chance to piss on the stick. Her mind was
working double time. She sunk further into the tub dipping her head
in the water. She just wanted to wish it all away.

Matt went into the kitchen. He called his
personal chef to have him whip up something for Christina and him.
His little angel surprised him in the bedroom. She wouldn’t be
going anywhere else. He fucked her so hard, that he left her
despondent on the bed. He smiled. The chef was going to whip up
some scampi, and a great seafood dish. He got everything ready. He
set up in the entertaining room. He lit the candles and put on a
movie that he knew she would enjoy. He’d already took a steamy
shower. He would give her a massage too. He got up to go retrieve
Christina.

Christina looked up when Matt entered into
the bathroom. He reached for her and she shied away. Matt looked at
her in confusion.

“Christina what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Come, I got something special set up for
you.”

“Matt, I’m really tired. I just want to
sleep,” she told him. She saw something flash in his eyes. A chill
shot down her spine. She gulped.

“I’m coming.” She said watching him go
retrieve a towel from the towel warmer. She sat quietly as he dried
her off. He picked out her lingerie, dressed her, and slipped the
robe on her. She sat there like a porcelain doll while he did this.
Scooping her up he took her to the area he set up.

Christina opened her eyes and gasped in
surprise. The room had been lit with candles and delicious seafood
dishes had been arranged on the table. It was then she looked up at
Matt and his kind eyes were back. She smiled in delight.

“You did this for me?”

“Well of course.” He said kissing her on the
forehead before setting her down on the couch. This was what she
loved about Matt. She loved these tender moments with him. It was
in these moments that she could picture him with a baby. Her heart
dropped to her stomach thinking about it. How would he react to
kids? She watched as he put the movie on. It was the notebook. She
seen the movie countless times. It was one of her favorites.

“Matt,”

“Hmm?” he asked snuggling with her in his
lap.

“How do you feel about kids in general?” she
was nervous about his overall answer. She wasn’t going to tell him
at this time. She needed to check and see if she was pregnant
first.

“Overall, I enjoy them. Their innocence
always reminds me that there’s some good in the world. It is that
innocence that I want to protect.”

“Did you have a bad childhood?” she asked.
She heard the conviction in his voice.

“What brought this on?” he really didn’t
want to talk about it. His childhood wasn’t something he like to
remember.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t meant to upset you.”
Christina felt her shoulders drip. Matt looked at the woman in his
arms. He supposed he could tell her a little bit about it. Natalia
knew he didn’t like to talk about his childhood and avoided the
topic at all cost.

“No it’s fine. I was never good enough
Christina. I always had something to prove. Even being born into a
million dollar industry at the time, I had nothing. I was always
alone and studying. I could never do anything to please her. I just
wanted her to love me, and my cowardly father did nothing to stop
it. I was always too stupid. I was slow. I wasn’t even allowed to
touch her. I made that mistake when I was three. I had witness the
parents of other children hug them and sweep them of their feet. I
remembered having an argument with another child. They called my
mother a witch, said she was evil. I punched the child square in
the face and ran home to give my mommy a hug. She was my mother. I
rushed toward her with open arms. I was backhanded so hard that I
saw stars. It was the nanny who found me later that evening on the
floor unconscious.”

“Matt that’s horrible.” She said burling
further into him.

“It was kept quiet. The pity in the
servants’ eyes pissed me off more. The child was right. My mother
was an evil witch. I learned to keep my distance. I figured if I
studied hard then maybe I would be rewarded with a hug. Sadly, I
was mistaken. By the age of fourteen I gave up. I was resigned to
the fact that I was destined to be alone. I grabbed my shit and
ran.”

“What happened after that?”

“That is a story for a different time. I
would absolutely go crazy if I ever lost you Christina. I wouldn’t
know what to do.” He said gripping her tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She said. No
wondered why he was so controlling, overbearing and possessive. She
just had to get him to trust her and then he would get better. It
would be difficult. How could she get him to trust her when she
hadn’t even been truthful about her own childhood? This was going
to be hard.

***

He sat on the terrace of a little restaurant
in Italy. The business journal had finally been delivered to him.
He had a fat cigar in his mouth. It was such a glorious morning. He
was still pissed about the millions of dollars that he missed out
on years ago. Glancing through the paper the cigar fell out of his
mouth. It seemed his little bird was out in the financial and
corporate world once again. It was time to pay her a visit. He
folded the paper. It was time to plan their next move.

***

Christina walked quickly through the halls.
She needed to find a restroom. She felt like she was carrying a
bomb around in her purse, and there was a neon sign stamped to her
forehead that said guilty. Was it her or was it getting hot in
here. She just needed to calm herself down and piss on the damn
stick. Greeting the people as she walked through the building. She
exuded confidence and superiority but on the inside she wanted to
crawl in a hole and die. Rushing into the bathroom that join to
their office, Christina quickly removed the test from the box. Her
hands shook. This was her moment of truth. She sat on the toilet
and aimed the stick.

Once she finished her business, she waited
for the test results. Who knew a minute would feel like an
eternity. She counted. She needed to calm down. Taking a deep
breath and exhaling she opened her eyes. She picked up the
stick.

Pregnant.

Eh?! It was a lie. It wasn’t her pee on the
stick. It had to be the invisible woman hiding in the corner. Yeah
that was it. She would just have to take another test when she got
home. There have been cases of false pregnancies. The brain was a
powerful tool and could trick the body into thinking something was
happening to it that really wasn’t happening. It was the sole
reasoning behind the; if you’re falling in your sleep you must wake
up before you hit the ground or you die thing. Jerking awake from
the nightmare, you feel your heart racing as if you had really been
falling.

Gah! What was she going to do with the test?
She couldn’t leave it in the bathroom. Charles would find it and
she may have some explaining to do. She put the cap back on and
rolled it up in some tissue. Snatching a small trash bag from the
underneath the sink, she bagged the test up. Deep breaths. She had
no idea when she walked out of the bathroom, that there was a
glassy eyed look in her eyes. She moved robotically to her desk and
began her work. Charles hadn’t arrived yet.

“Take a break my dear,” Charles said
approaching her with coffee and a baguette.

“You are a saint,” she stood up and cracked
her neck. She took a sip of the coffee. Wait a minute, was she even
allowed to have coffee. Would it hurt the baby? Wait she wasn’t
officially pregnant yet. She just had to breathe.