“What hurts, the plug, your lovely hot bottom or this?” he asked as he slipped his finger inside the robe and parted her lower lips, stroking her clit firmly.
Susan moaned low in her throat and sought his shoulders for support as she trembled. Her head dropped back and her eyes closed as he again brought her to within seconds of climaxing.
“That’s what I thought,” he said firmly, turning her around and giving her a sharp swat on her already flaming backside. “Now get upstairs. I’ll try to make you a little more comfortable when I get there,” he assured her in a tone that promised just the opposite.
It was a long walk through the huge house and up the stairs to their room; especially with each step reminding her there was an intruder in her ass that would likely be there for a while. Her satin robe was no protection from his hard hand and her bottom testified that it wouldn’t take much to have her sobbing again.When would she ever learn to keep her damn mouth shut? Of course she had feelings for Marcus. From the first moment she saw him, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. He was gorgeous and funny and smart. He was also the most incredible lover she’d ever had, spankings and all. Besides the fact that he had her freak flag flying at full staff, what was she afraid of?
Granted, he was the one in control of their relationship, but she’d given that up freely, well not exactly freely. He was paying plenty of money for it, but she would have surrendered to him anyway, right? If he were a working class, regular guy living from paycheck to paycheck, would she be following his orders like this? Probably not, she admitted. But things with Marcus happened in a way she couldn’t really compare to a normal relationship. Theirs was so much more complicated.
It was supposed to be a business arrangement. A sexy, profitable, luxurious break from the life of struggle and degradation she’d known. How was she supposed to know he would want to keep her, for Pete’s sake? And even if she was falling for him, how long would he continue to want her, another year or two? It wasn’t like he’d mentioned anything permanent. Nope, she thought, snapping her fingers is disgust. Just like that ‘he was keeping her.’ Well, hell, you keep a pet or a favorite sports car, not a woman.
Susan went into the bathroom to clean up and was shocked at her reflection. She really was a sorry looking mess. As a rule she was glowing and damn near purring after spending time in Marcus’s arms. Most of the spankings he administered to her vulnerable bottom were more erotic than truly painful. Tonight’s had been different and much more serious. Not as painful as the unfortunate lake incident, as she’d come to call it, but still painful as her glowing butt could attest to. He was angry, and hurt she admitted to herself. In reality, this was the very first time he’d treated her as an object, a paid employee there forhis personal gratification and nothing else, but she pushed him. Now that she thought about it, she realized she frequently tried to push his buttons and he was a master of control. He could probably discipline her several times a day for her mouth alone and be justified, but he didn’t. The real question was why?
Why would a man like Marcus, an admitted dominant and lover of all things related to blistering her ass, take so much bullshit from her and why did she feel the need to antagonize him? Why would looking at her own crimson butt in the mirror, the pink plug peaking from between her cheeks, produce a need so piercing that her freshly washed thighs were once again flooded with her juices?
Because she loved it! All of it! The control, the discipline, and the limits he set for her behavior. She loved the skirmishes she always lost and the battle of wits she mostly broke even on. She loved that he could make her and take her in a way that left them both exhausted and so sexually sated they didn’t need words to communicate their feelings. Basically, she loved him, she thought watching the color drain from her face. He could keep her if he chose, forever and for free. Her green eyes were wide with shock. How the fuck had she let this happen? She, Susan Shaughnessy, who had always done exactly as she pleased, was in love with a man who wouldn’t let her eat fucking Cheetos? It was absurd, ridiculous and heartbreakingly true. Oh, this was not going to turn out well, she just knew it!
Chapter Fourteen
Marcus paced his office, running his hand through his hair until it stood on end. There was a slightly wild look in his eyes that would have terrified a casual observer. His five o’clock shadow had long since come and gone and for once he wasn’t going to shave before he bedded her. No, in a few minutes he was going upstairs to fuck that bewitching little red head until she begged for mercy and then he was going to do it all over again.
She was right, she wasn’t a toy, had never been one to him and he couldn’t keep her, but he could make damn sure that she knew who she belong to for now. Why couldn’t she see that they were perfectly matched? Was she so obtuse she thought the rules he set for her were all about his desire to control and had nothing at all to do with his need to see that she was safe and healthy? He knew she was strong-willed. It was part of what attracted him to her in the first place. No way could he spend his life with a mousy little woman who said yes sir and no sir to him for eternity. He wanted a woman who challenged him, respectfully yes, but someone who had an opinion and wasn’t afraid to voice it. Someone bright and spirited, and a bit of defiance now and then wouldn’t be hard to take. Was he goingto spank her frequently? Hell yes, but they wouldn’t be harsh unless it was called for.
So she was frightened by the dark desires he brought out in her, tough! He could take her to places that made his fetish look downright angelic. As far as her having to explain those needs to another man, well that just wasn’t going to happen, ever. Tonight he was going to show her the difference between being his employee and his woman. Hopefully she would never confuse the two again. Shutting off the light, he activated the security system and headed upstairs.
Marcus entered the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Undressing, he heard water running in the bathroom as he tossed his clothes to the floor and waited. Going to his dresser he pulled out several items and placed them on the bed making sure they were clearly visible. He pulled two large pillows from the shelf in the closet and placed them in the middle of the bed at the edge of the high mattress. Grinning, he rubbed his hands together. If this doesn’t have her knees shaking nothing will, he thought, eyeing the handcuffs, blindfold and assorted toys. There were several bottles of lubricants, including one that ensured a satisfying burn, as well as a pair of nipple clamps that look fierce. In reality, every item there was extremely well-crafted and made to look much harsher than it was. The handcuffs wouldn’t leave a single mark on her wrists no matter how hard she struggled and the clamps were lined with silicone and adjustable for a firm, yet tender pinch. He almost laughed out loud when she opened the bathroom door and quietly inched her way into the room. Her back was to the dresser, her hands gripping the edge as her eyes frantically traveled between the bed and his cool blue eyes.
“Marcus,” she began, biting her lower lip. “You can’t be serious?”
“As a heart attack,” he replied smoothly. “Oh, I forgot something,” he said as he continued walking to the dresser and picking up her new hairbrush. He’d bought it for her as a joke when they came across it in the antique shop. The brush was solid mahogany; the back worn to a satin sheen that Marcus suggested had been achieved from frequent applications to a naughty backside.
Susan immediately insisted she didn’t want it and the price was outrageous, but he bought it anyway, enjoying her pink cheeks as he handed it to the proprietor with a wink. Now he was placing it on the bed.
“Come here, Susan,” he ordered with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I don’t think so,” she replied, working her way closer to the door.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked curiously. Despite her panicked expression, he seriously doubted his Red was afraid of anything, especially him.
“No,” she insisted with a snort, her chin in the air. “Don’t go getting all puffed up with testosterone Marcus. When push comes to shove, I can take care of myself.”
“Then come here,” he repeated firmly. She was quivering, he could see that and if he believed for a moment it was genuine fear he would have crossed the room and taken her in his arms immediately, but it wasn’t fear and they both knew it. It was need.
Stiffening her back, Susan tossed her hair behind her shoulders, let her robe slip to the floor and walked to him. Her green eyes never left his face as each step brought her closer to the unknown. He was naked and unashamed, his body and his unspoken challenge irresistible.
She forced herself to move slowly, each small step a bond he secured her with that had nothing to do with the restraints onthe bed. It wasn’t about the money; she knew that now, at least on her end. There was no possible way she could deny this man, nothing she could do to protect her heart, it was much too late for that. Somehow, someway, he had stormed his way past all her defenses. Who knew spankings and rules could be just as effective as loving words and gentle caresses? Not that Marcus didn’t use both freely, he did. The money was the catalyst, but it wasn’t what made her cross that room and stand before him, waiting…
Marcus held her gaze and swallowed his sigh of relief. Gently he stoked the curve of her cheek, the dip of her collar bone, the crest of her breast as he fought to keep his stern expression. She’d come to him. For a second he didn’t think she would, but she did and his heart swelled with pride, as though he was somehow responsible for her strength. Quickly he picked up the blindfold and slipped it over her head lest she see the love and admiration in his eyes. Now was not the time to weaken. He had a point to make and he would make it. By morning she would want her lover back and not her boss.
“Extend your hands,” he demanded softly.
Susan complied, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as he fastened the smooth cuffs securely around her wrists.
“Marcus is this really necessary?” she asked. “I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she offered shakily.
“Yes, you will,” he agreed, “but as you pointed out so succinctly earlier, it’s my dime and I quite like seeing you this way. Your blush is charming,” he said lightly pinching her nipple. “Now, turn toward the bed,” he instructed, taking her hips in his large hands and positioning her to his satisfaction. “Bend over; I want to see your lovely little ass on top of those pillows awaiting my attention.”
Susan stomped her foot, completely forgetting that although she couldn’t see him, he could clearly see her and she was rewarded with a crisp slap to her butt.
