“Good grief, no,” she shuddered, remembering all the times she’d dumped men for exactly that reason.
“Well Red, if you want me to consider your argument, you’re going to have to be a little more specific,” he informed her.
“I don’t know how to put it,” she snapped, pacing behind the large leather sofa. “I feel out of control, needy, on edge or excited all the time. It’s very frustrating for someone like me.”
“Go on,” he instructed calmly.
“I don’t feel like myself anymore, Marcus. You’ve changed me somehow, woven a web around me that I can’t seem to breakout of. I can’t believe the things I think about during the day, waiting for you to come out of your office.”
“Sue, fantasizing about sex is perfectly normal.”
“No Marcus, this is way beyond fantasizing. I get wet the moment you walk into a room. All you have to do is look at me and my body weeps with need. Sometimes I even imagine myself doing things I know you will spank me for. I’m telling you it’s just bizarre,” she moaned. “And now this,” she pointed at the toys.
“Red, I would never force you,” he insisted quietly.
“That’s the point, Marcus,” she cried. “You wouldn’t have to. You have a way of making me want things I would never have imagined letting anyone do to me. This is not who I am,” she insisted heatedly. “I am not a submissive woman!”
“Don’t I know it,” he laughed.
“Marcus, this is not funny. It’s shaken the very core of who I thought I was and it’s scary as hell,” she said, her fists clenched at her sides.
“Come here, baby,” he softly ordered, holding out his arms.
“I’m not a baby,” she insisted as she stomped over to him.
“I know you’re not, Sweetheart,” he replied, gathering her into his arms. He could feel her heart beating wildly against his chest and he ran his hand down her silky hair.
“Red, you don’t have to be a submissive woman to enjoy submitting to your man sexually,” he said gently as he tucked her head under his chin. “And there is nothing wrong with anything we do in the bedroom, or any room for that matter, as long as we both enjoy it.”
“I don’t enjoy it when you spank me,” she said, her fingers gripping his shirt.
“Apparently, sometimes you do,” he contradicted, smiling into her hair.
“Well I don’t want to,” she shot back.
“I’m sure you don’t,” he conceded. “Do you think it was easy for me when I realized that some of my darkest desires were frowned upon by society? For years I tried to push them away, ignore them and for a while I succeeded, but I was very unhappy and frustrated. Eventually it would have destroyed any relationship I had with a woman. Finally I had to face the fact that I was somehow genetically different. Things were far more complicated for me, but at least I was no longer hiding behind a facade. I promised myself that someday I would find a woman who not only understood my needs, but hopefully could share them.”
“That’s another thing that bothers me,” she whispered. “What am I going to do with all these feelings when this is over? I would be terrified if I had to explain to another man that I wanted him to…”
“What do you mean, when this is over?” he demanded, sick at the thought of any other man even touching her, let alone exploring her beautiful body so intimately.
“Well,” she said hesitantly, pulling back to look at him and shivering at his blank expression. “When our contract expires we’ll be going our separate ways,” she continued. “I thought that when it was over...oh, what are you doing?” she gasped as he took her hand and pulled her towards the sofa. She was over his knees before she knew what happened and he was raising her robe to expose her bare cheeks.
“I’m spanking you for even considering such a thing,” he stated crisply. His hand connected with enough force that Sue immediately regretted her words. “Do you think for one minute that I would let you go?” he demanded as his hand fell in rapid succession.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she squealed as she tried unsuccessfully to wiggle free.
“Oh no, Red, you’re not getting away from me,” he said, pulling her tightly against him. “I guess I didn’t realize that my feelings for you were not clear and I intend to remedy that right now. I’m not letting you go honey,” he said, resuming the spanking with gusto. “There will never be another man doing this to you or for you. You’re in my blood now,” he informed her as he turned her bottom from pale pink to rose.
“Ow, you can’t just ‘keep’ me like I’m a toy or something,” she shot back between cries and moans. “Stop, it hurts,” she shouted.
“Good, I hope it does. Do you think it hurts me to know that even after everything we’ve shared it’s still about the contract and money?”
“That’s because you’ve never been poor,” she spat over her shoulder. “Money is everything when you’ve had nothing. It just doesn’t mean anything to you because you have plenty of it.”
“You’re right, money means less than nothing to me, you mercenary little twit,” he agreed, picking up his pace, “at least not without someone to share it with. Does love count for anything with you?”
“Love? Who said anything about love?” she howled, as he moved to her sit spots. “This is sex.”
