Page 45 of Defending Mateo
Not when he was taking her like this, when she was unable to consent, when she was on her knees and had already been forced to service some of the other guests, when he hadn't been able to make up to her for all the ways he’d failed her.
But he was only human, and he was insanely attracted to every inch of this woman’s body, soul, and heart, desperately in love with her even though their future was uncertain. Not swelling as her tongue swirled around him was impossible.
Cupping her cheek in one of his hands, Mateo began to stroke his thumb along her cheekbone, maintaining her gaze because he knew she was clinging to it like a lifeline. This was the best way to maintain his cover, make sure he didn't appear suspicious, because if anyone had cause to challenge why he was here, he wouldn't be able to come up with a plausible explanation.
Even if Koa Rolland had him killed on the spot, he knew the Delta Force team would get her out. He wasn't worried about her remaining a prisoner, but he didn't want her to witness his death. Maybe she wasn't sure how she felt about him anymore, but she’d loved him at one point, and he knew watching him be gunned down, or worse, killed slowly, would be adding trauma on top of trauma.
“Good girl,” he praised as he nudged the back of her throat, and she gagged a little but continued to suck on him.
She relaxed at his words, and it both filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction that he could help his girl feel better even in the midst of horrendous circumstances, and a deep sadness that she was okay with sucking him off in a room full of people because she’d already become desensitized to her own sexuality and had begun to see herself as the toy her buyer wanted.
“That’s it, baby, take me deep,” he murmured, just in case anyone was listening too closely. The baby was probably taking it a step too far, since as far as anyone here was concerned, no one knew her, so an endearment was a little odd, but it wasn't so odd that he’d seem suspicious. Likely, anyone listening in would just assume he was playing out some fantasy in his head.
Her hands lifted to cup him, and he groaned as he became impossibly hard, and the first tinglings of pleasure began to light inside him.
Mateo didn't want to come.
Well, he did, his girl was gorgeous, especially with her glistening lips wrapped around him, and her slender fingers gently fondling him, but he didn't want to come like this. Didn't want to further demean her, make her do something she didn't want to do. Her power and control, her bodily autonomy, had been ripped away from her, and he’d already played way too big a part in that for his liking.
“Ease up, little mouse,” he said softly, lowering his voice so it wouldn't be heard. “I'm going to come, and I won't do that to you.” Keeping his cover was one thing, and he couldn’t come up on her platform and not touch her, but actually coming in her mouth was taking it too far, and he wasn't comfortable with that.
Although his girl seemed to have other ideas.
Making a whining sound low in her throat, she squeezed him harder with her fingers and sucked him deep into her throat.
“Baby, it’s wrong,” he murmured, sweeping his thumb over her cheekbone again in a gentle caress.
Ally gave a small shake of her head, and her eyes were clearly giving him the go signal. It was clear she was okay with him doing this, but he still felt like it must be wrong. What consent could she really give while she was chained to the floor and on display as the night’s entertainment?
Trusting his girl under these circumstances was hard because Mateo was sure he knew better. But if he didn't trust her, he was really the same as the man who had bought her, the men who had helped to train her. They’d seen her as someone who no longer got to make decisions about themselves, as a thing and not a person.
Determined not to be like them, Mateo let his control snap.
Tangling his fingers in her wavy red locks, he tipped his head back and took control. Thrusting into her mouth somewhat frenetically, as his pleasure built and then exploded through him as he squirted into her mouth.
Pulling out of her slowly, part of him didn't want this moment to end because then he had to face the reality of the situation they were in. He caught a dribble of his semen that slid down her chin on the pad of his finger and fed it to her. His sweet girl lapped it up eagerly, swirling the tip of her tongue around his finger before letting it pop out of her mouth.
“We’re definitely doing that again, little mouse, once you're safe and one hundred percent in control of who gets to touch you, when, and how,” he told her before he realized how arrogant that sounded.
The heat flaring in Ally’s eyes told him she wasn't offended. Nope. She was clearly aroused at the idea.
“Okay, baby, I'm going to have to walk away from you now,” he told her, hating the idea but knowing it was necessary. “If I stay here, I make it obvious I'm more interested in you thanI should be, and I don’t want an encounter with Koa Rolland because he’s going to know I've crashed his party.”
“Koa Rolland, is that King?”
“Is that what he called himself to you?”
Ally nodded.
“Yeah, baby, that’s the name of the man who bought you. So far, no one has questioned my presence here, and I want to keep it that way. So I'm going to walk away, but I'm going to stay close and make sure no one gets too rough with you. I'm going to let the guys know I have eyes on you and that I'm going to need a distraction to get you out.”
“What about the chain?” she asked, her fingers tugging on the diamond-encrusted metal tying her to the platform.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll get it off you when we’re ready to move,” he assured her. He had a lock-picking set in his pocket, and he’d be able to get the chain unlocked from her collar in seconds. The collar looked like it would take a little longer, since the lock looked elaborate, but it would be coming off her the second they were out of this house, and he knew she was safe.
“I trust you,” she said, and he could see in her eyes and hear in her voice that she meant it.
“Never going to deserve you, little mouse.”
