Marcus’s hand froze in midair, his face a mask of shocked torment as Susan’s feet drummed against the cushions. Her struggles were useless, but they did give him the time he needed to conceal his pain at her words. He was her paycheck, her ticket out of poverty and nothing more, he realized. The connection he felt was apparently one-sided. Sexual satisfaction was what motivated all her sighs and whispered endearments when they made love and not any genuine affection for him. It was sobering and crushing. The pretty nails that she sank into the sofa in her attempts to extricate herself from his grasp might as well beclawing at his soul. The red polish was the blood she drew from his wounds. Suddenly he was furiously angry and cold as ice.
“I see,” he said softly. “Apparently I’ve been laboring under a misconception. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.”
Sue stilled, peeking at him over her shoulder. The spanking had stopped, for which she was grateful, but his voice made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. A shiver passed through her that she was unable to suppress and Marcus smiled in a way that terrified her. His blue eyes were shards of glass, looking through her, not an ounce of feeling reflected in them.
“Marcus, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, knowing instinctively she’d made a horrible mistake. “I didn’t mean it like that and I…”
“Hush Susan,” he replied, stroking her so gently it was somehow worse than the spanking. “It is I who have made an error, one I mean to correct immediately. What I mistakenly thought of as a relationship was in fact, a business deal. I’m sorry my dear. It must have been difficult for you to pretend to have feelings that don’t exist. I realize now that I am just your employer for the next few months,” he said simply, picking up the anal plug and inspecting it.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, panic dripping from her voice as she felt his arm tighten around her waist.
“Now Susan, is that even a fair question?” he asked with a bitter smile. “I’m getting my money’s worth. Don’t move an inch,” he instructed her firmly as he released his grip on her waist and picked up the lube.
Susan stayed in position, her heart beating wildly as her frightened eyes watched him apply the gel to the slim plug. Under normal circumstances she would have made a run for it, but this man suddenly seemed like a stranger to her. His brittle smile never reached his cold eyes and for the first time she was over his lap and not feeling his erection pushing against her belly. Whatever appeal this moment had for her earlier was longgone. It was no longer a sexy exploration into forbidden territory and had morphed into a humiliating act of submission.
“Marcus, please, please don’t do this,” she pleaded as tears dripped down her face and she clenched her bottom cheeks tightly.
“I believe we have a contract that requires you to submit to me in all things sexual and Susan, this is purely sexual, no strings attached. Feel free to fight me if you desire, I shall enjoy subduing you and bending you to my will. Of course, that could possibly make the whole experience slightly more painful for you, so you might want to consider that my dear. In any case, I will have you over my knees with this plug lodged firmly in your bottom.”
“Why are you doing this?” she cried as she felt the slippery tip penetrate her ass the tiniest bit.
“Because I want to,” he replied smoothly, as he slowly removed the plug before pushing it further in. “And because I can; this and anything else that strikes my fancy. Unless of course you want to break the contract,” he added, slowing his hand as he twirled the plug. “But you would never do that, would you Susan? No,” he drawled, “that money means more to you than anything else, including your pride doesn’t it?”
Susan sobbed over his lap as he carried on, continuing his patient advance and retreat. When he got close to the widest part of the plug she felt him remove it, only to reposition it at her opening and thrust quickly until it was buried inside her to the hilt.
At her small cry of pain, Marcus doubted the wisdom of his actions, but only until he slipped his hand between her legs and felt the copious moisture she was spilling. For an instant his anger was replaced with incredible sadness. She was perfect for him in every way and this should have been a moment of passion for them both. Instead he was intent on punishing her and herbody was responding against her will. What a fucked up mess. Removing his hand from between her thighs, he enjoyed her cry of disappointment and resumed spanking her quivering bottom. Each smack was a small bit of retribution for the fact that she didn’t love him as he loved her. On some level he felt shamed by it, but his hand still rose and fell. This was what she’d agreed to and there was no point in denying the satisfaction it gave him to redden her ass from the top of her cheeks to halfway down her thighs. If she only wanted sex and discipline, he would give it to her.
He could not stop loving her any more than he could stop his erection from pushing against her tummy as she sobbed over his lap. Her heartfelt cries echoed the silent howls of his own misery and he deliberately smacked the plug many times as she ground against his knee, soaking the fabric of his jeans.
Marcus didn’t stop until her bottom was candy-apple red and she was lying limply over his lap. Her surrender was complete as he thrust two fingers deep into her core. He could feel the plug in her ass through the thin wall that separated her channels as she quivered and clamped down on him with a guttural moan. She may not love him, but she loved what he did to her body, he thought with grim satisfaction. For now it would have to be enough.
Susan was beyond mortified. Each withdrawal of his thick fingers had her teetering on the edge of begging. She was a sloppy, snotty mess, her hair plastered to her face by her tears and other bodily fluids she didn’t even want to think about. Her bottom was a raging fire and each time he pulled out of her she could hear a sucking sound that had more humiliating tears falling from her eyes. The material under her pussy was drenched and she could actually smell her desire with each shuddering breath. Never had she leaked from so manyembarrassing places at once, yet all she could think about was the orgasm dangling just out of her grasp.
“Marcus,” she croaked out, her hands folded above her head, as if in prayer.
“What is it Susan?” he asked casually, as though his fingers were not slowly tormenting her to madness.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, my dear. You have nothing to apologize for,” he replied removing his fingers and grasping her ass in his huge hand. “I love every minute of having your beautiful red ass over my lap with your sweet little bottom hole plugged. Granted it’s a very small plug, but we’ll progress from here, you needn’t worry about that. By the time your contract expires you’ll be able to take my cock deep in your bottom. Maybe by then I will plug your pussy with a dildo and switch things around,” he continued, patting her bottom and giving the plug a twirl.
Susan struggled to smother her moan of pleasure but was helpless to stem the flood of moisture that coated her thighs. When his fingers returned to her, she arched her bottom, hoping for more.
Marcus honored her silent request until he felt her first spasm and quickly stopped his attentions to her utter amazement. While he never allowed her to bring herself off, he also had never left her unsatisfied. This was something new and not at all welcome.
“Please Marcus, don’t stop,” she panted. “I need…”
“I know very well what you need, my dear,” he replied, pulling her up and sitting her on his lap without an ounce of concern for the condition of her bottom. “If you’re a good girl for the remainder of the evening, you may get it,” he continued rising from the couch and standing her on her feet. His strong hands gripped her shoulders for several minutes, keeping her from moving into his arms for comfort and steadying her at thesame time. She really was the most pathetic looking, soundly spanked little thing he’d seen in a long time and he almost weakened and took her into his arms. Instead he pulled a handful of tissues from the box on the end table and wiped her nose, instructing her to blow. When she complied, he picked up her robe and slid it up her arms. “I want you to go upstairs and wait for me,” he commanded, pulling the garment closed and tying the sash. “I’ll be up shortly.”
“But aren’t you going to…?” she began, her eyes wide. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “I mean are you going to leave this thing…?”
Marcus smiled. “Am I going to take out the plug?”
“Yes,” Susan whispered, feeling weak with fear and desire.
“No, not yet,” he replied. “Since it’s all about money with you, tonight you’ll earn it, and don’t even think about disobeying me.”
“But it hurts,” she cried, shifting from one foot to the other, conscious of her sticky thighs and burning butt.
