26. Matias

26

MATIAS

T he events of last night flood my mind as I wake. Kali lies beside me, her hair disheveled and her skin glistening. A satisfied smile spreads across my lips as I recall how she surrendered to me and begged for my touch. She's truly mine now, body and soul.

I move to the kitchen carefully so as not to disturb her and prepare a hearty breakfast—fluffy scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, and buttery toast. After all, she's been through so much, and I want her to know that I can provide for her and that she's safe with me.

Tray in hand, I return to the bedroom. Kali stirs as I approach, her eyes fluttering open. "Good morning, baby," I murmur, setting the tray on the nightstand. "I thought you might be hungry."

Kali sits up, the sheet falling away to reveal the bruises I left on her skin. She winces, and I can't help but feel a surge of pride at seeing my mark on her. She's mine, and I've marked her as such .

"You didn't have to do this," she murmurs.

"Ah, but I wanted to," I reply, sitting beside her. "Consider it a reward for your submission last night." I reach out, tracing the line of her jaw with my fingertips. "And there's more where that came from."

Kali's eyes widen. I know she's still afraid of what this is between us, but she's starting to accept it.

"As for today," I continue, "I'll drive you to school. And when you're done, you'll come back to me. You're free to go, Kali, but you must return home every night." I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Because you belong to me, always."

Kali processes my words, and I can see the wheels turning in her mind. Her fate is now inextricably linked to mine. She may have the illusion of freedom, but she knows deep down that she's bound to me by an invisible leash.

Kali nods slowly, her gaze fixed on the breakfast tray. "Okay," she mutters.

I slide under the sheets and feel her tense up as I move down to settle between her thighs, gazing up at her. "Eat, rabbit," I command, my voice firm. "And I'll eat too."

Her eyes dart between the tray of food and me between her thighs. Slowly, her shoulders relax, and she rests back against the headboard.

I chuckle, the sound deep. I live for this: the power, the thrill of her surrender.

As Kali takes a tentative bite of her eggs, I take a bite of my breakfast—her. Her arousal is like a drug, and I can't get enough. I lick and nip at her clit, reveling in the way her body responds. Her breath quickens, and she moans, the sound muffled as she chews.

I work my magic, licking and sucking until she's squirming and her breakfast is forgotten. Her hands tangle in my hair, her hips arching off the bed. "Matias," she pants. "I can't... I need to..."

I chuckle against her pussy, the vibration sending a shudder through her. "Go ahead, finish your breakfast. I'll be here, savoring you for breakfast."

Kali whimpers. I want her to be consumed by me. Slowly, I insert a finger into her wet cunt, teasing her entrance while I continue to feast on her.

She moans, her body trembling on the verge of release. "Matias, please," she begs, her eyes closing.

I chuckle, the sound sending a thrill through her. "That's it, baby. Let go. Come for me."

As her body shudders and she cries out, I savor the taste of her on my tongue. This is my reward, my payment for a job well done. And it's just the beginning. I have no intention of ever letting her go. She's mine now, and I plan to keep her exactly where I want her—by my side.