No Free Rides Pt. 01

"So... speaking of the room and ride. I wanted to say thank you and as soon as I get home I'll repay you. Just let me know how much they cost," I stated.

He let out a husky chuckle. "Sweetie, this room is about $5000 a night."

I sucked in a breath of horror and felt a wave of despair come crashing in. That was more than I made in a month... in two months. It would take me the next six months to pay him back and that was only if he would take payments.

"Can we discuss payment plans?" I asked hoping my despair didn't show in my tone.

He shook his head at me. "I do not need nor want your money."

"Well, I certainly didn't expect you to do all this for free."

"Oh, believe me, my dear, when I say there is no such thing as a 'free ride'," Mattais informed me, his heated gaze traveling down my body. There was no mistaking his words, or the look in his eyes.

"So... what is it? Ass, grass, or gas?"

"That phrase is very much older than you," Mattais said giving me an odd look.

"I've been told I have an old soul. No matter the age of the phrase in is no less true in this instance, Matthew," I told him, purposefully using his real name wanting to show him he could trust me.

Then maybe he would draw up a payment plan and let me out of whatever bargain he was trying to make. An odd quiver in my stomach made me wonder if I really wanted to stop this bargain or not.

A strange emotion seemed to pass through him and he frowned at me as he pushed away from his post. A determined air finally settled around him as he stalked over to me purposefully. Sitting on the wide couch I felt very vulnerable and very aware of how little clothing I had on. I folded my knees underneath me as if trying to cover as much of my body up with oversized robe as I could. Planting his hands on the couch on either side of my head, he bent down until our noses brushed against each other. His sheer size invaded me and the purple fire that was burning through his gaze started a heat in my stomach that slowly burned and spread dangerously low. He gave me a slight smirk as if he knew the emotions he was invoking.

"Despite the age, yes, that's a good description of what I'm expecting," he said.

"But, I've just said that I don't have any money," I protested breathlessly.

Ugh, get a hold of yourself, Chloe! The angry little voice in my head yelled at me. You sound like a sex starved whore!

"Let me make this as clear as I can... I don't want your money and I have no use for drugs. So, what does that leave?"

Ass... I whispered in my head. He wanted me... my body...

"I-I don't think that's a good idea," I stuttered out.

My body tightened and my heart slammed against my ribs excitedly. Yes! The treacherous thing screamed. Even as I quietly listed the reasons why this was a very bad idea, starting with of course and ending with... I barely knew him.

"Oh, I'm sure it's an absolutely terrible one. Yet, here I stand and I will not take no for an answer," he said softly. "You will be mine tonight, Chloe, because I give nothing away for free."

My breath came in small gasps. He was so close that every word seemed to brand my very skin. I would be his? Dear God, yes! I wanted his mouth on me, his hands on me his... my pussy clinched just thinking about what he would put in me.

"Now, let me show you how you are supposed to thank your rescuer."

His lips captured mine in a scorching kiss that burned me to my toes. Before I even realized what I was doing, my arms wound around his neck and my hands dove into the silky-smooth strands of his dark hair. With a hungry growl Mattais swooped in and wrapped his arms around my waist. With a strong unbreakable hold, he yanked me off the couch and pressed our bodies flush together.

His kiss was ravenous. Devouring my lips with a demanding greed I had never experienced. His tongue traced the seam of my lips then pressed in not waiting or giving a chance for denying him. His taste burst across my own tongue; dark, rich, and forbidden. It was like a drug that I feared would be quickly addictive.

A voice of warning screamed through my head, but as soon as his strong hands cupped my ass and ground his hard erection against me, that voice was silenced. I rubbed against it restlessly, unable to resist needing to get closer. He let out a harsh groan in response sending a purely feminine thrill through me.

One hard thigh shoved itself between my legs forcing me to straddle it. I whimpered at the erotic and naughty sensation of his slacks pressing against my bared pussy, reminding me that I was completely naked under the robe.

Shocked out of my mindless passion by the not so subtle reminder of my state of undress, I broke the kiss and tried to pull away. But, Mattais refused to let go, forcing me to stay mounted on top of his hard, strong, leg.

"Stop. Please, I'm not a... I don't want... I can't," I whispered unconvincingly.

Despite my pleas, as soon as he gripped my hips and ground his thigh harder against my tingling clit, I couldn't stop my body from responding eagerly. My head fell back on its own accord as I gasped out my pleasure. Mattais immediately took advantage of my bared neck, kissing and nibbling at the exposed flesh. His hot, strong lips played along the sensitive column driving all the rest of my protest out of my head.

"You can. I know you're not and I know you want to. Your pretty little cunt is so hot it's practically burning a hole in my pants," he whispered against my neck.

His hot breath sent shivers down my spine and my body arched towards him, begging silently for more. A sharp nip wrung a moan out of me that belied the words I was trying so desperately to repeat. His tongue lapped at the spot soothing the pain and send another barrage of sensual tingles through me.

"Matthew!" I cried out as he repeated the motion on a spot that was even more sensitive.

He pulled back suddenly and his violet eyes blazed with an angry emotion that I didn't understand.

"When we are alone you will call me Mattais or Master... do you understand?" he demanded harshly.

I blinked up at him in confusion as my desire clouded mind processed his words.

"Master?" I whispered up at him.

A dark pleased smile crossed his lips and he slowly allowed me to slide off his thigh. Before I could ask him why he was letting me go, he grabbed my wrist and pulled them above my head binding them together with a coarse rope that was hanging from the ceiling. A rope I had never seen before.

Panic quickly overwhelmed me.

"No! Let me go!" I began to jerk against the rope and felt it cut into my wrist.

"Chloe, stop," he snapped firmly.

Much to my shock, even though my mind was still screaming for me to free myself, my body refused to respond to it.

"Look at me," he demanded.

My eyes flew to his and my chaotic scared mind began to calm underneath his level gaze.

"You will not do that again. You could have been seriously injured he growled. "Now, are you hurt?"

Taking a deep breath, I took stock of my body. Yes, I was tied up, but I wasn't stretched in an uncomfortable position. And, if I was to be honest with myself being tied up was only making me hotter. I had never had this fantasy... well, maybe in the darkest hours of the night when I knew no one was around, my hand would find its way down between my legs and this image would come to my mind as I eased an ache that no one else could. His deep chuckle reached my ears and I felt a flush raise in my cheeks. Why did I keep getting the idea that he could read my mind? Must be those shockingly gorgeous violet eyes; they seemed to be able to touch my soul.

"Answer the question, Chloe," he said softly.

"No, I'm not hurting," I finally relented.

"The corrected response is 'No, Mattais, I'm not hurting.'" he corrected me.

"No, Mattais, I'm not hurting," I repeated and only barely kept from sticking my tongue out at his patronizing tone.

"Ok, if you want to act like a brat than I can accommodate you. Have you ever played a game in the bedroom, little Chloe?" he asked as he began to walk around me.

"You mean like scrabble?" I asked sarcastically.

His hands twisted in my hair and pulled my head back until our eyes met. His thinning patience showed and I couldn't help but wonder what he would do if I pushed him even further.

"Don't test me, kitten," he whispered in my ear.

My stomach clenched in fear but a fresh wave of juices spilled from my pussy making it the most confusing reaction I'd ever had.

"Answer the question. Did you and any of those idiots you dated ever play?"

"I'm not sure exactly what you are asking for," I admitted.

"Then the answer is no. If you had you'd understand what I'm looking for and what's is going on."

Stepping away from me he pulled of his watch and a single ring from his middle finger that I hadn't really noticed before.

"Have you ever heard of BDSM?" he asked as he began to unbutton his cuffs then rolled them up.

I wrinkled my nose. "You mean like... bondage?"

Suddenly a light went on in my head and everything that was happening made sense.

"Holy shit. Do you want to beat me and stuff like that?" I asked feeling the panic rise in me once again.

His eyes met mine and I felt the calm come over me once more before he chuckled.

"Not unless I have to, little one. But, there are rules and once you step outside the lines on those rules there are punishments," he explained.

"What rules?" I asked curiously.

"To start with you will address me properly. Now what did I say for you to call me?" he asked.

"Mattais," I repeated.

"Or?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Master."

In the blink of an eye he was right in front of me gripping my chin and forcing me to look into his flashing eyes.

"You watch your tone. You will always address me respectfully, I am your Master and I do not request your respect I demand it. Do you understand me?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Mattais."

"No, since you want to continue to act the brat despite my warning you may only address me as Master tonight." he ordered harshly.

"Yes, Ma-Master," I conceded.

He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling away. "Good girl."

At his approval a weird feeling uncoiled in my stomach and I pushed it away not wanting to look at it to closely. I must be going crazy to be allowing this all to happen, but dear god did I want it to. A hard knot of excitement and fear had imbedded itself in my stomach and only eased when his eyes met mine.

"Rule number two: you will not wear anything unless you are given clothes. I want you naked and ready when I am," he said then with a flourish he unbelted the robe and bared my body to his gaze.

"Ummm... yeah, how are you planning on getting this thing off me?" I asked him with a pointed look to my arms bound above my head.

He gave me a disapproving look and I felt my heart sink and the knot grow tighter knowing I had disappointed him. Immediately I regretted my words and wished them back, I had the insane notion to ask for his forgiveness and promise never to do it again.

He stepped around me and gripped one of the arms of the robe. Before I could question him once more, a tearing noise resounded in the room and onside of the robe fell to tatters on the ground. A second later the next side ripped and followed suit.

He came back in front and raised an eyebrow at me. "You were saying?"

In complete awe of him, my jaw hit the ground. That had not been a cheap, cheesy, or flimsy material. The act was hella hot, but I couldn't figure out how he'd done it.

"What are you?" I suddenly asked.

It was his turn to be shocked, but instead of being insulted he threw his head back and let out a belly laugh.

"You are going to be a joy to play with," he said then stepped back so he could stare at me.

"Rule three." His leg went in between mine once more and kicked them apart. "Unless, otherwise instructed you keep your legs apart and remain open to me at all times."

The air in the room rushed over my overheated core and I bit my lip to hold a moan. This was crazy! Insane! I really shouldn't be allowing this. But, I couldn't stop it and didn't really want to. What kind of woman did that make me?

"Chloe?"

"Yes?" I said jerking myself out of my thoughts.

"Yes... what?" he said warningly.

"Yes, Master?"

I was startled at how easily the word slipped out of my mouth, as if I had been calling him that since the moment I met him.

"Better. Now pay attention because I don't like to instruct you more than once. The last and final rule is that you will do what I say, when I say no questions asked. I will give you what you need, but you may not necessarily want it."

I gave him a skeptical look. "How do you know what I need?"

The smile on his face was the definition of the word mysterious. He lifted my chin up and stared deeply into my eyes.

"I know what you need, little one. So, take that defiance out of those beautiful green eyes of yours and let go. I promise when this is over you'll not regret it," he reassured me.

I believed him. Heaven help me, I believed every word he said. There was an odd sense of rightness about this, he was so different from every other guy, I had ever wanted or met. In my normal life I would never have been okay with this, but it felt like I had fallen down a rabbit hole and I just wanted to follow it to see where it would take me.

He must have seen the surrender in my eyes because he released my chin and stepped back away from me.

"Good. Now this is the final time I'm going to ask you. Do you have any questions about the rules I set forth?"

"It seems like a bit much for just one night," I said softly.

"You are right." he looked at me thoughtfully, then a wicked grin lifted his sexy lips. "But, you did say that you wanted to do payments. So, I guess we'll just consider this the first installment."

My eyes widened in shock, but I didn't know how to protest when a big part of me began to dance at the idea of seeing him again. Damn you over-stimulated under-used hormones! You've turned me into a hooker!

"Damn it, Mattias!" I swore at him. "I told you I'm not like that!"

He got in my face once again. "And I told you, I don't do anything for free. This is the only option you have, Chloe."

Before I could speak again his hand came down on the fleshy part of my backside. I let out a surprised cry then spat a curse at him again, which only served to bring another hard swat on the other cheek.

"Stop!" I cried.

"Rule one: Respect."

I had to address him respectfully. I guess my swearing at him wasn't respectful enough. I winced at my mistake and gave myself a mental slap.

"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to be disrespectful," I apologized.

"I know you are new to this, sweetheart. But, this is the only way you'll learn. Besides-" he reached between my legs.

I gasped as his touch brought my attention back to the spot that was still throbbing uncontrollably. I had been wet when this had all started but my fears and insecurities had forced me to ignore it. Until now... now I was horrified at how incredibly wet I really was. When he pulled his hand back it held a glistening sheen across it and all he'd done was cup me gently.

"I think you enjoyed the punishment," he said with a wicked smile.

I knew he was right. The pain had immediately turned to something darker and more erotic than I was willing to admit aloud. Not that I needed to, since he seemed to already know. I felt my face flush in embarrassment at the sight he was presenting me.

"I think I want to explore this further next time," he mused as he stuck a finger in his mouth and licked off the juices on it.

The moan I had been biting back for so long slipped out. It was filled with heat and shame, but he just let out an amused chuckle.

He reached out and cupped my breasts, testing the weight of them first then flicked the nipples gently. They hardened to sensitive little points immediately and he made a noise of appreciation.

"You have very sensitive nipples. That'll be fun to play with, I'd love to see them all dressed up and a nice shade of red," he said.

"Dressed up?" I asked astounded at the breathless quality of my voice.

"Yes... in nipple clamps," he explained distractedly.

He pinched my nipples hard and the pain shot through me straight to my clit. If anyone had even guessed I would like pain with my sex I would have denied it, but here I was shoving my nipples forward wanting more.

"Mmmm... I think you will enjoy it immensely."

I whimpered when he tweaked them once last time before his mouth swooped down and captured one throbbing peak to sooth the ache from them. His tongue flicked back and forth teasing it until I yanked against the bindings. I needed him closer, I needed more. He released the nipple from his torment with a gentle nip only to attack the other one with the same hunger.

"Oh, god please!" I cried out.

"Please what?" he asked before nipping at the straining peak.

"Please, Master!" I groaned out arching my back towards him.

He wrapped his arms around my back to pull me flush against his body and he gave into my demands. Mattais sucked my nipple deeply into his mouth using his tongue and teeth to draw each drop of pleasure from them. My body writhed against his unable to be still as the ecstasy pounded through me. I whimpered, purred, and moaned as he continued to lavish my breastss with attention. He pulled back slowly letting the nipple slip out of his mouth before giving it a light tongue lashing. Mattais lifted his head and gave me an arrogant self-satisfied look.

I gazed at him through half drooped eyelids my world a haze of desire. The corners of his red lips drew up in a soft smile as he stared down at his handy work.

"Beautiful. I love the shade of red I've made them. So sensitive as well," he said then illustrated his point by blowing on them softly.

I let out a cry as the rush of air made them tighten impossibly further.

"Perfect," he praised me.

"Thank you, Master," I whispered back to him.

I wasn't sure what I was thanking him for. Something inside me told me that was exactly what he wanted to hear. The smile of approval I received from him told me I was right.

His hand slid down my back and cupped my bottom for a moment before venturing in between the cheeks. I stiffened when I felt a finger slid down the crease and touched my puckered back hole. I pressed forward to move away from him, only to have him chase me slightly.

"You've never played back there, have you?" he asked.

I could tell it was more of a rhetorical question but I answered anyway. "No, Master. It's not right, it's so... dirty."

He chuckled and whispered into my ear. "Yes, but sometimes dirty can be fun. By the time I am through with you, there will not be a hole on you I haven't been in."

He gave my ear a gentle nip that caused me to jump against him. Thankfully, despite his warning he didn't press me further on that area. Instead his hand continued its journey until he found my sopping wet tunnel.

"God, you are so fucking wet. Let me see how this little clit is fairing."

My legs spread even further apart and allowed him to take most of my weight. A gasped burst from my lips at the first light brush.

"Good," he growled then began to tap on it just gently at first then with more firmly when I thrust my hips towards him.

My pussy walls clenched sensually as the sharp bolts of pleasure from my clit slammed into them. When his direct touch became too much for me to handle he began to run his finger along one side still stimulating the sensitive nub. Whimpers and cries began to spew from me as my hips jerked and the sensation built to a roaring peak.