Page 83 of For Cowgirls and Kings

His dick is lined with veins, blue and bumpy, the skin dark but so silky smooth looking, the head an even darker color. I note his hair is trimmed, and even though I never used to care about such things, I’m grateful today.

Seeing him like this doesn’t send me back to the basement with Marco. He’s everything Marco wasn’t,this moment is everything I want, and not the other way around. It might be a complete parallel to the moment that broke me, and my heart hammers like a trapped bird in my throat, but I can’t look away. I want this memory with him to bleed through every horrible one that came before it.

Stepping back, I drink in the sight of him, intoxicated with the adrenaline racing through my veins. He’s completely naked—dark tattoos covering more of his body than I realized—his hands fisting at his sides, chest panting, hair disheveled where my hands were running through it, and eyes glued solely to my own.

God must weep at the image of him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, and he shakes his head, disbelief etched into the lines of his face.

And that pisses me off. How could a man like him not see it? “Kneel for me.”

I’m still completely clothed, and at this point I’m so fucking high on the power he’s giving me I feel like I’m set to explode. But I’ll gladly combust at this point.

God, you can take me. It won’t get any better than this.

Only, when he drops to his knees, the room seems to shake, and. It. Gets. Better.

“What a good boy you are.”Is that my fucking voice?Who’s taking over my body, and where has this goddess been all my life?

“Yes, cowgirl.”

I smirk at the name. It still doesn’t sound quite right—Mistress or even Mami would work better, but the way he says it? The way he described what it meant?

He can call me whatever the fuck he wants to.

Moving around his now kneeling form, I admire the sight of him, chin tucked to his heaving chest, black strands of silky hair dangling over his face. I drag my finger over his shoulders, admiring how hard and taut they are beneath my hand, and then across his rippling back, covered in a mural of a man bowing before a goddess. I’ve never seen the tattoo, and it looks so close to how this moment feels, it takes the breath completely from my lungs.

I walk back to the front of his body, pulling his chin up so his face is almost level with my own. I expect frustration, or at least some kind of irritation to be in his eyes—I’m all but toying with him after all—but all I see is desire mixed with something deeper.Yearning?

My pussy aches, seeing him like this, and I can feel it getting hotter and wetter with each passing second. I need to move this along before I involuntarily ignite into flames.

“Shall I take my clothes off?”

“Yes, please. I—” He licks his lips, hungrily searching my face. “I can help if you want. I’ve imagined undressing you for so many years, it would be the greatest gift you could give me.”

I forget about the angry bruises that are still ruining my skin. I forget about our friendship, or what friendship we used to have. All I can think about is how vulnerable Mateo’s being with me. Not only is he stripping naked, exposing his body to me, but he’s stripping bare his desires too.

Not so that I will feel safe with him, but so that I will feel power over him.

“You may undress me.”

He moves to stand back up, but I put firm hands on his shoulders and shake my head.

“On your knees,” I enforce and he just nods. “My shirt first.”

He pulls the fabric up over my head—he’s tall enough even on his knees that he doesn’t have to stretch much to get it off—and is met by my aching, and very naked, breasts. I skipped the bra today, and now I’m glad. The surprise and hungry need on his face is enough to make me feel like I’ve won the lottery.

“Can I touch you?” His voice is so husky, rubbing in all the right places, and a shiver races down my spine.

“Not until I’m naked.”

He catches his tongue between his teeth as he carefully pulls down my leggings, the string of my thong with them, until I’m standing in front of him, bare. I’ve never been this naked in front of a man in my life.

Especially one this close to my arousal slicked pussy. Can they smell that kind of thing?

“Fuck, Dale, you’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking strong. And you smell so fucking good.”Well, that answers that.

“If you could touch only one part of me, which would it be?”