Free One Week Three Hearts: by Adele Allaire

indication that she would finally feel Matt's hands on her body. She craved the stinging sensation and the clear sound of his hand making contact with her flesh, but Rose knew he would deny her if she directly asked for it.
    Matt didn't honor requests. He stored them for later usage.
    "You're not running away this time," Matt said firmly as he hooked the chain to the handcuffs. "I'm going to make sure of that."
    Whether he was serious or roleplaying, the metallic click from the chain's clasp made it clear Matt was in control. Even though Rose had that same freeing perception last night when she relinquished to Matt, there wasn't a way for her to back out. No sense of panic overtook sensual thrill, although she still dug her fingernails into her palms.
    Instead, something passed between them. Something transferred from deep inside her to Matt. She didn't have to make a decision; Matt absorbed that responsibility and repercussion. This emotional freedom evoked such a sense of inner calm that she couldn't letting out a small sigh.
    After eliminating any potential slack in the chain, Matt stood over her with one hand resting on his shorts' waistband.
    Rose took that moment to relish her newfound clarity as she visually traced the thin line of dark hair that passed through his navel to the outline his stiff cock made against the khaki fabric. Courage gathered to raise her eyes to his, and the half smile disappeared.
    An emotional veil enshrouded his expression to turn it into a stern glacier devoid of any warmth. Matt's arm crossed across his narrow yet muscular waist. His fingers sought the watch missing from the opposite wrist, replaced with a pale stripe surrounded by deeply tanned skin.  
    "I have to be honest with you," Matt said. "I am half tempted to forgo this in order to fuck you because you look so incredibly hot right now. But first, you need to learn not to be so selfish and how to give yourself to others freely."
    His head shook in regret. "It's a shame I have to teach you what compromise really means."
    ***
    Light consolidated into a narrow rectangle on Matt's chest grew wider when the door opened, then vanished after it clicked shut. Two successive, plastic snapping sounds generated a slight echo.
    Moments earlier, Matt pulled out his mobile phone and said three words. "Ready. Bring gloves."
    The beginnings of a regretful wave formed, and seemed to crash in time with the rising tide outside the house. What did she think would happen when she consented to this?  
    Matt squatted down until they were on the same eye level.
    "Don't turn your head," Matt said. "Don't look at him. Look only at me."
    ***
    Mikhel's latex gloved fingers tentatively poked at her asshole.
    "Go slow when you fuck her ass," Matt instructed. "Slow in, hold for a moment, and then slow out. I'll tell you when to speed it up. Don't touch her anyplace else unless you need to."
    "I don't touch her cunt?" Mikhel asked.  
    Rose cringed at the rough word while Matt's head shook at Mikhel. Her concern levels shot up as she guessed Matt's plan was to humiliate her through denial.
    "I'm not paying you to give her what she wants," Matt said. "I'm paying you to do what I want, so enjoy it."
    Paying him?
    "Okay, but she's really tight," Mikhel replied.
    "Yeah, well… she likes the pain," Matt said. "She gets off on it. Don't you, Rose?"
    "Yes," she said in a small voice. The admission's accompanying shame churned in Rose's stomach. The setting and situation freed her to finally say it, and the consent seemed to hover in the air. Each time Mikhel's slippery thick fingers probed or stretched her asshole, it built up another level of anticipation for releasing a small emotional slice.
    His fingers ceased prodding. The aqueous sound of lube squirting out of its bottle followed the condom wrapper's distinctive rip. Attempting to brace herself against the inevitable, Rose grabbed at the chain that led from her wrists to the headboard. There wasn't anything else