Men of Fortune 1: Derek by Sienna Matthews

mewling, piteous sound. She
wanted the cock in her mouth, but she also wanted the one in her
pussy. She was greedy. She wanted them all.
    Another slap, this time on the other
side.
    Pain sublimated to pleasure.
    “Down, Carly!”
    More.
    She lost count of the number of times he hit
her, lost in the pleasure-pain he was giving her. Finally, he
surged up, filling her to the hilt. She screamed, her pussy
contracting around him, pleasure swamping her.
    When she came to, she was lying face down on
Matthias’s chest. “Oh my God, what was that?”
    “That, my dear, proved you liked spanking,
that you can find pleasure in it.” In his voice was a wealth of
satisfaction. “I’m going to enjoy you so much.”
    The intensity of her orgasm left her feeling
drained, but she knew the night was far from over. For one,
Matthias was still hard within her. Then, there was Adam yet to
experience. Plus, Oliver hadn’t orgasm, had he? Fucking so many men
sure was hard work, but she wasn’t complaining. She just needed a
little rest and she’d be ready to go again.
    For the moment, what Matthias was saying
fascinated her.
    “Could my childhood have to do with it?”
    “What do you mean?”
    She gestured vaguely at his question. “Did
Derek tell you about my mom?” At his nod, she continued, “I was
always spanked in those days. The more I cry from the pain, the
more she hit me. In time, I learned to take the pain. Perhaps, even
then, my body changed it to pleasure so I could endure, but I’m not
sure.” She shrugged. “I certainly never thought I could find
pleasure in pain.”
    “Maybe you couldn’t believe pain would equal
to pleasure so your mind rejected it,” Nathan offered. “You were
still a child, after all.”
    “Perhaps,” she said, distracted, because
Matthias was cursing a blue streak and he had a flinty look in his
blue eyes. “What is it?”
    “Introduce me to your mom sometime.”
    Startled at this non-sequitur, she asked,
“Why?”
    “I’ll give her a taste of her own
medicine.”
    Unaccountably touched, she laid a hand on
his chest. “Thanks, Matthias. I really appreciate the thought, but
there’s no need as I don’t have communication with my mother
anymore.”
    “But your sister—”
    “Is innocent,” she said in a firm voice. “I
know what you’re thinking, that she contributed to my distress. But
I’ve since had time to think about it, and I realized she was also
young then, only two years older than I, when our mother
brainwashed her and raised her in her image, right down to the
attitude.” She shrugged, though she wasn’t as insouciant as she
projected. “Charlotte couldn’t help it that she was born pretty,
that she would become the apple of our mother’s eyes and be trained
to follow in her footsteps.”
    Matthias’s eyes narrowed. “She’s an adult
now.”
    “True, but she’s conditioned to belittle me
and—”
    “She’s an adult,” he said again, his voice
like the lash of a whip.
    “Yes, Master.” The salutation came out in a
natural way, probably as a result of his commanding ways.
    “She’s responsible for her own actions,
whatever her earlier conditioning.”
    Though his voice was hard and his face
stern, she thought she detected a hint of a kick at the corners of
his mouth at the way she addressed him. “Master” fit him, as did
Nathan.
    “She has a brain, she should know your
mother was wrong—”
    “Not if you were conditioned to believe
otherwise,” she countered, steel in her own voice. “I know what
you’re saying, Matthias, but it’s not so easy to turn away from the
teachings of your youth, especially when it’s your mother who
taught you those things. I have to admit I didn’t help Charlotte
break free, too,” she confessed, “when I let her run roughshod over
me, when I didn’t stand up to her.”
    Matthias stared at her, and she thought she
saw admiration sparked from the depths of his blue eyes. She almost
couldn’t stand their