“Marcus no,” she gasped, struggling weakly.
“Oh yes, you know this is my favorite part,” he lied. In truth, he’d never been so desperate to fuck her.
“Can’t I at least have a pillow?” she pouted prettily.
“So you can hump your little pussy against it?” he laughed richly. “No, you may not. I want you to feel each and every spank to the fullest and according to you, you have a paycheck to earn.”
“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” she cried. “I swear I didn’t mean it baby. I know we’re more than employer and employee. I was just scared to admit it, scared of what you make me feel. Please, Marcus.”
“Don’t fret my love; I’m not one to hold a grudge. Perhaps tomorrow we may begin again, but for tonight it shall be just as you said,” he offered, stroking his hand over her ass. “You know I would much rather have you over my knee for this, but I can’t trust you to behave. As I told you in the beginning, you will cum when I bring you to it, so let’s get this over with. After tonight you might want to think twice about reducing us to this level.”
“Can’t I at least have a safe word?” she cried, tears falling freely. It was apparent now how much she’d hurt him and she regretted it deeply.
“Safe words are for playing, my love and I am not playing. No, for tonight we are exactly who you wanted us to be and youwill submit to whatever I chose to give you,” he informed her darkly.
“Okay,” she agreed sniffling. She had no one to blame but herself.
Picking up her hairbrush, Marcus began to spank her, moving from one cheek to the other with a rhythmic cadence that took her breath away. He avoided the heavy plug in her bottom, but her thighs and sit spots were open game as far as he was concerned. Her words from earlier taunted him.
“She wasn’t a toy.”
“It wasn’t about love, it was about sex and money.”
He tried his best to keep his temper and pain out of it, but in the end he roasted her bottom to a fiery crimson color and she hadn’t tried to move out of position once. Her cries, that usually brought him to instant hardness, actually had the opposite effect and he was glad she was wearing the blindfold and couldn’t see the agony in his eyes. Finally Marcus laid the brush aside and rested next to her on the bed, rubbing her back despite his vow not to comfort her. When she had settled down sufficiently he stood and pulled her hips until her bottom was at the very edge of the bed.
He entered her in one mighty thrust, his way greased by her bountiful liquid, but it was still a very tight fit. The plug in her bottom changed the contours of her pussy and he could feel the hard warm object gliding against his cock. He didn’t move, just gripped her tightly to him, her hot bottom warming his belly as he held her impaled. Soon she began to twitch and wiggle, her pussy clamping around him and he slipped his hand around her hip. Ever so gently he began to glide his finger over her clit in ever firmer circles.
Susan’s scream caught him off guard as she exploded and it took all of his strength and control to keep her wiggling hips pinned tightly to him. His cock savored each and everycontraction of her spasming pussy, but he was determined to maintain his sanity. When her cries turned to whimpers and her contractions became weak and sporadic, Marcus started to move, slowly withdrawing to the tip of his cock and gliding back in to the hilt. Gritting his teeth he refused to let her wiggle away. Although he was no longer directly touching her clit, he kept his finger right next to it providing stimulation that was constant, yet not overpowering. It wasn’t long before her moan slipped out and she began to meet each thrust weakly. Clearly she was exhausted, but he wasn’t feeling much in the way of mercy. His own teeth were tingling as he took deep breaths and locked his knees.
Slowly he moved his finger over a scant half inch and she was off, behaving like a wanton angel as she ground against him, squeaking each time her sore ass brushed against his taunt abdomen, yet always coming back for more. Susan, being Susan, tried to control the depth and speed of his thrusts, but Marcus wasn’t having it and he pinched her clit firmly until she relaxed in his grasp.
“Sorry,” she cried, giving a sigh of relief when he released her tender button.
“So you should be,” he said sternly, giving her a reminder spank on her red bottom. “Who is in control here?” he asked.
“You are Marcus,” she replied so meekly she didn’t recognize her own voice.
“Exactly, and see that you remember it. Now that I’ve allowed you to cum once, I think I can safely put you over my knee, so keep that in mind, Red.”
Susan gulped and nodded as Marcus resumed his own, painfully slow rhythm. After each firm plunge into her warm, wet pussy he paused and held her in place, so full of his cock she could only pant. He had himself in hand now, and as long as he controlled her movements he felt he could go quite a whileteasing her into madness. And he was right. Susan was begging and pleading long before he returned to her clit and brought her to another shattering orgasm after which she collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily but not moving a muscle.
Marcus rubbed her back as he continued to slowly pump into her. Releasing one hip he picked up the remote and tucked it into the palm of his hand as he pulled her back in position and picked up speed.
“Please Marcus, no more,” she pleaded. “I can’t.”
Marcus smiled and hit the button on the remote. Instantly Susan was babbling as she tried to get away until she realized the throbbing was coming from within her. Impossible to ignore, the powerful sensation soon had her grinding against Marcus and begging for him to shut it off.
“Oh no, my love,” he told her, enjoying every wiggle that accompanied the intense throbbing of her pussy. “This is just the beginning,” he warned as he kicked it up another notch. His hand once again made the journey to the precious area between her legs. By the time he hit it for the third time she was on her knees but upright, pressed fully back against him as he bit her neck and stroked her with abandon. Her hips moved in a circular motion that drove him past the point of no return and they came together violently, shuddering and crying out with each pulse of the toy.
Susan was screaming, “Shut it off” as Marcus tried to clear his vision to see which button would work. His own legs were so weak they could hardly support him and they collapsed on the bed a tangle of limbs. Susan had ripped the blindfold off, but her hands were still cuffed. When Marcus showed her the secret release button she slapped him weakly on the shoulder and gulped in air as she flung them across the room.
“You are going to take this out, right?” she asked, humping her ass tiredly.
“Give me a moment to catch my breath,” he replied, patting her on the butt and kissing her shoulder. Susan huffed.
She was nearly asleep when Marcus was finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to the bedroom. She put up only a minimal fuss as he removed the plug and gently washed her. Dropping the items to the floor he pushed her into the middle of the bed, wrapped his arms around her and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
