Chapter 9: His Possessiveness

Kelly’s POV

I tensed myself and lay motionless in front of the mirror, Matthew seemed to read my thoughts and deepened the kiss, I was breathless from the kiss when he suddenly released me and spun my body around to be face to face with him.

Tears flow from the corners of my eyes from the emotion as he kisses me at the corners of my eyes.

"You have beautiful eyes, and I love the way you are so intent on being under me."

As my body turned and the rod left my body, I felt a liquid flow out of me and fall slowly down the base of my thighs.

The liquid flowed out and the feeling of fullness inside me disappeared, but there was something sticky and uncomfortable between my legs.

"Get out of here, I want to shower." I tried to push Matthew's body away.

"Bad girl, you still haven't said what you went out to do this afternoon?"

"I ......"

"Did you have fun drinking coffee with other men? Was the coffee good?"

Matthew's hands caressed my breasts, not forgetting to pinch my nipples with his fingers as he passed them, and I let out a delicate moan as I was aroused.

Suddenly Matthew jammed my chin, "Did you say you had sex with that that guy?"

"No, really." I shook my head in denial.

I don't know how Matthew knew I had met with Jacob, but I do know that right now Matthew is pissed.

"Was there any kissing, wet kissing like this?"

Matthew pried my lips apart and sucked on my tongue nonchalantly.

"Mmmm ...... mmmm ......" I shook my head no and Matthew was satisfied with my answer, his tongue leaving my lips bringing out ambiguous saliva.

I used to watch other people kiss and think exchanging saliva was disgusting and unhygienic.

But kissing with Matthew, I was able to accept such behavior and even enjoyed it.

Matthew's kissing skills were so good that a simple wet kiss could make me move.

Not to mention his skill in the area of lovemaking.

"You have to realize that you're my guy now, and there's no use looking for a backup. I didn't specify when this relationship would end, that means it's valid until I initiate the end."

Matthew's eyes were somber in a way that scared me and I nodded numbly, the length of time wasn't the most important thing to me anymore, "We're just friends."

Matthew smiled and reached up to caress my cheek, "Baby, remember what you said now, don't meet up with him."

"No, you can't, I need to be free."

Matthew's decision was something I couldn't accept, it would mean a complete loss of my freedom.

"Baby, as long as you promise me you won't see him, I have no problem with that."

Matthew murmured softly as he held me close to him.

I didn't understand what Matthew was trying to do, but I had no choice but to accept his request. I leaned against his shoulder and nodded.

Matthew held me in his arms as he made love to me in the bathroom, under the hot water I could feel Matthew's madness inside me, I was driven by his emotions until my orgasm came.

He grabbed a towel and wrapped me in it and carried me to the bed.

I had no strength in my legs and he had me lay on my back as he entered me from behind.

He kissed my back as he moved in and out of me, and gradually he kissed me all over.

He pulled his stiff rod out of me and inserted his finger into my bud, I didn't understand why he would want to replace it with a finger at this juncture, the feeling of falling out made me feel a wave of annoyance.

Matthew was behind me and I couldn't see him move, I braced myself with my hands to lift myself up as my feet had no point of gravity and I made to move my body down, spreading my legs apart with some trial and error before landing on my feet.

I turned my head on my side and saw Matthew staring at my bud down there, suddenly he pinned me down on the bed and his rod plunged hard into the bud, at that moment I felt his excitement.

"Good girl, I won't hurt you, I promise."

I pressed on with no resistance and eventually collapsed.

I followed Matthew's movements up and down, the near-death pleasure piling up as Matthew finally lost control of the force and began to push.

I was close to semi-consciousness at that point, "Get up, I'm hurting ......"

This delicate moan hit Matthew's fragile nerves like a stimulant.

Finally he was satisfied and released inside me one last time.

My eyes were tearful, Matthew had done it so hard I could visibly feel my bud swelling down there.

Lying on the bed, panting weakly, Matthew helped me clean myself off.

"You said it would be nice to have our baby here." Matthew's large hand caressed my abdomen.

It was then I realized that Matthew never wore a condom when he made love to me, nor did he ever mention letting me use birth control.

I didn't dare mention letting Matthew wear condoms, so it looks like I'll have to pick up some birth control pills tomorrow.

Just as I was lost in my own thoughts, Matthew's voice brought me back to reality, "Are you wondering why I don't use condoms?"

"Why?" I asked offhandedly.

"I was prepared to, and when I found out you were a virgin, I decided not to use one."

Matthew explained to me in all seriousness, looking at me with a still puzzled expression, he smiled, "You're so clean and spotless, how could I let a condom get in the way of my intimacy with you. I know you like that feeling too."

Matthew said with certainty.

"You're not afraid I'll get pregnant?"

"I'll have someone bring you birth control pills tomorrow, just take them on time."

"Okay."

For a moment just now I wondered if Matthew wanted me to get pregnant, but then I thought, I'm just his mistress, how do I deserve to give him a child.

He has a huge family, his choice of wife must be a famous woman.

I slept very uneasily that night, I kept dreaming, but when I woke up the next day I didn't remember anything.

And so it was that Matthew and I moved in together, and I lived in the apartment he provided.

Matthew wouldn't come to my place every day and I got used to his irregular appearances.

He wouldn't take me to any parties and I didn't know any of his friends.

I couldn't dance, but to pass the time I took piano lessons.

After three months of learning, I could play complete tunes on my own.

Matthew praised me for my talent and bought me an antique piano for Christmas.

This year, when the city was surrounded by snow before Christmas, Matthew offered to take me on a vacation.

I had never been and was looking forward to it.

But when I got my bags together and waited at home for Matthew to come back to join us, I couldn't get a hold of him.