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Margot

I’ve been home a week now. I’m getting stronger every day, slowly coming back to life. My curves have started to return thanks to Dotty cheating the meal plan. Much to Matty’s chagrin.

Everything’s getting better…

Except one thing.

He won’t touch me.

I mean, he does, just not in the way I want him to. Not in the way I need him to. I get a chaste kiss, a morning cuddle, a short embrace. But every time I try to take it further, he pulls away.

It’s not because he doesn’t want me. I see the proof of his need every time I press up against him. He just won’t act on it. Not while I’m still ‘healing.’ Not when he’s drowning in guilt.

If he won’t touch me out of guilt, then maybe he needs a reminder that I’m not fragile. That I’m his.

Instead of letting the rejection embarrass me, I let it fuel me.

Because today? Today, I’m getting my man .

I slip into the blue sundress that I know he likes. The one he’s ripped off me more than once, and a couple times, didn’t even finish getting off. No bra. I want to tease him a little. Show him how much I need him.

We’re finally at the point where I’m allowed in a different room. For small stretches, anyway. But that’s enough.

“Come here, Benny.”

He trots to me like the perfect accomplice, tail wagging. I turn and skip down the hall toward the front door.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” Matty calls lightly from behind me in his office.

That light tone won’t last much longer.

I keep walking.

I hear his chair scrape back. His footsteps follow, quickening when he sees where I’m headed.

“Margot, don’t you dare open that door. Get your cute ass back here. One of the guards can walk Benny,” he growls, his voice sharp now.

He hasn’t let me outside once all week. He acts like there’s a sniper camped across the lawn just waiting to take me out. It’s ridiculous.

I reach the front door and unlock it.

“Not another fucking step! I swear to God, Margot. I’ll spank your ass raw!” he bellows, and I hear him start to run.

That’s all the encouragement I need.

I swing the door open and bolt. I make it to the bottom step before his arms wrap around me.

“What the fuck, Margot? You can’t be out here. It’s not safe.” His voice is tight with fear, but I don’t stop.

“Ow!” I fake a cry, sagging against him.

He freezes in panic and drops me immediately

I twist out of his arms and run, laughing as I race through the garden .

“Margot, get back here! I’m not kidding!” he shouts, angry and scared in equal measures.

“No,” I call back, spinning in the sun. “I’m fine. I’m safe. I’m on our property. Nothing can get me here!”

Sunlight kisses my skin. My pores soak up the vitamin D.

Naughty girl. We all know you’re after a different D .

“Margot, get back here, right now! You’re going inside and staying there. I’ll lock you up if I have to. I’ve done it before, and I sure as fuck will do it again,” he threatens.

I shoot him a wink, then sprint around the house toward the garage. There are no guards stationed over here.

Perfect .

I wait for him to round the corner, and when his eyes lock on mine, I slip the straps of my dress off. It falls easily, pooling at my feet.

The only thing left is my black lace panties. The one from that first day.

Matty freezes, his eyes locked on my bare check. His cock hardens visibly. He curses under his breath, tilts his head up, and pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s praying for patience.

“What the fuck are you doing, Margot? Put your goddamn dress on,” he grits out, eyes locked on the sky. He refuses to look at me.

“Nope.” I turn slightly, feigning a step toward the backyard where there definitely are guards.

It snaps him out of his little fit.

He lunges, grabbing me by the waist and hauls me to the wall of the house. One hand grips my hip, while the other braces the wall beside my head, caging me in.

“You’re going to put that dress back on and march yourself inside, or I will throw you over my shoulder and lock you in our bedroom for a month. Do not test me. ”

“No. I want to be outside. I want to be free. I want you. Touch me, baby. Please, Matty. Fuck me.”

I press my breasts against his chest, and grind against the solid length I can feel through his slacks.

He groans, tortured.

“No. I can’t. You’re not healed yet.” His voice is hoarse, begging me to understand.

Too bad for him, I don’t.

And today, I’m getting what I want. So, I go for my ace.

I spit in his face.

His pupils blow wide.

Rage. Lust. Hunger.

“You want to play that game?” he snarls. “Fine, spitfire. Let’s play.”

He wipes my spit with his fingers, then smears it on my cheek. He grips my face, pinching my chin to force my eyes up.

“I’ll give you one chance to apologize.”

“Fuck you.”

I go to spit again, but he covers my mouth with his palm, finally learning his lesson.

He laughs darkly. “Have it your way.”

He spins me around, so I’m facing the wall.

RRRRIP!

The sound alone sends a shiver down my spine. Then the cool air hits my soaked core.

He ripped my panties off.

“You’re being a naughty girl. Looks like someone needs a spanking to remember her place.”

And then his palm lands hard on my ass.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

By the fourth, I’m moaning and arching into him .

“Fuck, sweetheart. You love this, don’t you?”

“Mhmm,” I moan.

“Fuck it.” he curses.

I hear his belt come undone.

“You drive me insane. You know that? You don’t listen. You don’t behave, and I still can’t fucking breathe without you.”

I hear his zipper lower.

“Spread your legs.”

When I hesitate, he kicks them apart. He pulls my hips out and presses my chest against the brick.

“Arch your back.”

The rough texture scraped my nipples, and pain and pleasure merge.

“Please, Matty. Please, fuck me. I need you.”

“Fuck, spitfire.”

He thrusts in hard and deep, and I cry out. It’s been too long.

He fucks me with long, punishing strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in. Over and over again.

I push back into him, chasing every thrust.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growls. “And when I make rules to keep you safe, you listen.”

And then, he pulls out.

“No!”

Before I can protest further, he spins me around and lifts me into his arms. His eyes are wild and unhinged. It’s enchanting.

He slams back into me as I cling to his shoulders, my legs locked around him. He moves one hand to my cheek and kisses me so fiercely I forget how to breathe.

He breaks the kiss, and trails his lips down my neck, biting and marking me.

When he reaches under my ear, I clench, and he groans, doubling his pace .

He tweaks my nipples, then drops his fingers to my clit, rubbing just the way I need.

I’m a mess. A pleading, shaking mess.

“I… I need to come,” I gasp, knowing I should wait for permission.

He doesn’t hesitate.

“Do it. Choke the cum out of me. Take my seed like a good girl.”

I come instantly, screaming as stars burst behind my eyes.

He follows with a roar, pumping into me as I feel him fill me. It’s hot and heavy and endless. It’s him. It’s perfect.

He drops his head to my shoulder. We breathe together, our heartbeats syncing.

Then he lifts his head.

“Don’t break my rules, sweetheart. They’re to keep you safe.”

“Matty, they’re ridiculous !” I whine.

“I might tweak them since you’re healing but promise me you’ll let me protect you.”

“Yes, sir.”

He groans, and I clench around him. The groan turns into a growl.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he rasps. “Coming out here with no bra. Did you plan this? Did you plan to be a little slut for me? To strip in our yard and beg for my cock?”

I moan in answer, resting my head back against the bricks.

“Look at me.”

I obey instantly. He smirks, loving it.

He unbuttons his shirt, finally shredding a layer. I blush at being naked while he’s fully dressed.

He pulls his shirt off and wraps it around me, then takes my weight from the wall, and cradles me.

“Let’s go, spitfire. I have two weeks to make up for.”