“Be a good girl and cum again for me,” he encouraged her, and within a few seconds she was on her way to another orgasm, pinned securely between his hands. The second his slaps stopped and he penetrated her she exploded again much more powerfully than the first, her guttural cries echoing through the room.
There was no spanking during the third orgasm, just his gentle prodding of the special spot inside of her as he tapped on her clit until she flooded his hand, quivering mindlessly.
Marcus helped her off his lap and positioned her boneless body on her back on the bed.
“Where are you going? Sue asked hoarsely as he walked away.
“To get a condom,” he replied softly.
“You don’t need one,” she told him sitting up and brushing her tangled hair off her face. “I’ve got the Dr. Mike seal of approval and I’m on the pill.”
Marcus immediately pivoted and dove for the bed.
“God, does it get any better than this?” he asked, pushing her back down and resting his forehead against hers.
“I don’t think so,” she honestly stated, gentle stroking his cheek.
Marcus bent and took her nipple into his mouth and Susan began to rethink her statement as he scooped one arm under her ass, arched and seated himself to the hilt inside her hot wet pussy with one firm thrust.
“Oh baby,” he moaned as he began to move, “yes, yes it does.”
His words from the night of the party came back to Susan, ‘loved to near insanity in the bedroom.’ Well, the man was not aliar she admitted, and it was her last coherent thought for a long while.
Chapter Four
The sun was sinking slowly beyond the lake when Susan woke, stretching languidly. So much for him having insomnia she thought with a grin, hearing him snoring softly beside her. Slipping out of bed she padded quietly to the bathroom. After washing her face and hands she eyed Marcus’s toothbrush in the holder and decided, what the hell. With the places his mouth had been this afternoon, using his toothbrush was mild. Her bags were still downstairs so she brushed her hair with his brush and left the room stopping at his closet to grab a dress shirt and rolling up the sleeves on her way down the wide oak stairway.
Starving, she located the kitchen and began to methodically search the fridge and cupboards for something quick and easy. Nada. Damn when that man said he didn’t believe in junk food he wasn’t kidding. There wasn’t a chip or a cookie to be found anywhere. Taking a Pepsi from the fridge she thanked God he hadn’t been able to kick that habit, popped the top and took a long drink. Sue finally found one lonely package of low fat string cheese and opened it. She was really going to have to do something about the goody situation if she was planning to stayhere for a whole year. It was appalling; there wasn’t even any ice cream, just frozen yogurt, Yuk.
Taking her drink with her she backtracked to the great room and let herself out the glass door onto the deck. The furniture looked comfortable, but she wasn’t sure how her bottom would react to sitting right now so she slowly eased down onto a well cushioned lounge with a sigh of relief.
Not too bad she thought; A little soreness but nothing like the remnants of her previous spanking when she had difficulty sitting all the next day. No, this was more like a hypersensitivity, not unpleasant, but definitely noticeable. Still, all things considered, it was a small thing compared to the pleasure Marcus had conjured with his incredible skills. I mean really, she thought, what woman in her right mind would walk away from that. Geez, the man was the whole package, genuine prime as far as she was concerned. So he had a little kink bone, most people did in some form or another, whether they wanted to admit it or not. At least he was honest about it.
The ex-girlfriend was a bother; what if she changed her mind and came back sniffing around? Sue had no use for poachers and never dated men who were attached in any way if she knew about it. There was no way Sue was giving him up, especially after this afternoon. A lot of men were all hat and no cattle, talking a good story while looking for a place to get their rocks off. Marcus made sure she was a pile of goo before he took his pleasure and even then he took her with him. No, he had promised her she wouldn’t be disappointed and had delivered that and much more.
Taking another sip of her drink, she tipped her head back and looked at the twilight sky. The breeze blowing off the lake was cooling fast, but it was nothing compared to spending last winter in her ratty little room, hovering over a space heater. Curling her toes she hugged herself with happiness. A hot manwho wants to love her into oblivion, twelve thousand dollars a month to spend, I mean save, she scolded herself, a beautiful roof over her head, no it didn’t get any better than this.
Marcus sensed her absence as soon as he opened his eyes and bounded out of bed. Naked, he looked in the bathroom and then headed downstairs. Entering the great room he spotted her on the deck, enjoying the sunset and headed back upstairs to shower. It wasn’t that he expected her to be gone, but he felt better just the same. Showering took only a few minutes and he threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt before he went back downstairs.
Sue was still lounging so he headed into the kitchen, starving. Putting on a pot of water for whole wheat pasta he quickly chopped up fresh vegetables. In a matter of minutes he had zucchini, garlic, mushrooms, and onions sautéing in extra virgin olive oil. When they were almost done, he went out onto the deck to get Sue.
“Come on baby, it’s getting too cold out here and dinner’s almost done,” he told her, bending to kiss her hair.
“Dinner? You cook too?” she asked clapping, her hands together in delight. “What are we having, I’m famished?”
“Pasta,” he replied taking her hands, pulling her from the lounge and tugging her behind him into the house.
The smells coming from the kitchen were amazing and she followed meekly behind.
“Get some plates out of that cupboard,” he said pointing out which one, “and there are utensils in the drawer below it.”
Sue got what she needed, putting the plates next to him and setting the silverware on the island. She found some napkins in another drawer and climbed up on a bar stool to wait.
When he set her plate in front of her she eyed the vegetables suspiciously.
“I thought you said pasta? Where’s the meatballs and sausage?”
Marcus laughed and handed her the shaker of low fat Parmesan cheese.
