“Marcus?” Sue asked, her voice quivering.
“Can you ever just do what I say without debate?” he asked shaking his head in frustration, his hands firmly on his hips. “What is it, Red?”
“Um, are you a good swimmer?” she squeaked, her green eyes pleading.
“Yes, why?” he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowed.
“Because I’m not,” she screamed as her hands slipped and she plummeted into the water.
“Shit,” Marcus roared, running the short distance to the water and diving in.
He had her in seconds, pulling her sputtering to the surface as she clung to him. Keeping one arm around her waist, he pushed her long hair off her face and fixed her with an intense glare as he tread water.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” she choked out, grasping his shoulders.
“No, you’re just going to wish you were dead,” he promised before clutching her to him tightly for a moment as he gave a silent prayer of thanks.
“How about you just let me drown instead?” she wheezed as he started dragging her to the shore.
“Too easy,” he replied, as he finally found his footing, pulling her behind him.
They stood on the shore, water pouring off them while he steadied her. She choked up more water as Marcus patted her back until she was able to get her breath.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes, I think so,” she replied, trying to decide if she had enough energy to make a run for it.
It was a moot point, because he never released her, just strode off toward the deck, towing her behind him, his expensive shoes squishing with every angry step. His hand formed an iron band around her wrist as he pulled her up the steps to the table. Removing his waterlogged cell phone from his pocket, he looked at it and sighed before slapping it down on the table.
Hoping she wasn’t in for a long drawn out lecture regarding her behavior, Sue stared back into his accusing eyes for only a moment before he dropped onto a chaise lounge and pulled her over his lap. The slaps started with gusto and Marcus didn’t bother pulling down her capri’s and panties, for which Sue was initially grateful. However, that was only until she realized that applied to wet, tight pants his spanking stung fiercely. The material heated up quickly and seemed to hold the heat against her burning skin as his hand fell again and again.
As he worked up speed her cries seemed to echo over the lake as she begged him to stop.
“Please Marcus, stop,” she begged breathlessly, fighting the tears. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
She tried not to struggle. She’d learned it was useless in this position anyway and the quicker she became compliant, the faster he’d lighten up. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem so inclined today.
“Red,” he told her, pausing in his mission and resting his hand on her very hot bottom. “You are about the most ill-behaved woman I’ve ever met.”
“That’s not fair,” Sue hissed. “You picked me because I was ‘ill-behaved’! You wanted someone to spank, admit it.”
“Oh, I admit it,” Marcus growled. “I didn’t want some prissy, perfect little girl who would never give me an excuse to light her bottom on fire. I just didn’t plan on someone with a death wish.”
“I do not have a death wish,” Sue shot back, glaring at him over her shoulder, her green eyes flashing.
“Then answer this,” Marcus ordered with an unholy glint in his eyes. “Have you or have you not been swimming in the pool almost every night, alone, while I was on the other side of the house working?”
“Yes,” Sue answered from between gritted teeth as she tried to wiggle a little and dislodge his hand.
“And did you, at any time, tell me you couldn’t swim?”
“You didn’t ask me,” she defended herself. “And I can swim, a little.”
“Just not enough to save yourself,” Marcus observed dryly.
“Right.”
“So had you gotten into trouble out in the pool by yourself, I would have eventually found your dead body floating in the water?”
