by Celia Crown
Mari feels the intensity on her skin as her mind clicks in place, he wants to mar her skin with his title; it’s a reminder to her that she belongs to him and she’ll constantly think of him when he’s a room away.
She wants that to happen.
His nips don’t have animosity behind them, only the gentlest bite to lay down his mark. He’s careful as to not break her skin, Mari thinks it’s his way of allowing her to gather her thoughts and experience the touch of a man.
His touch.
The only touch she’ll ever know because when his hands spread her legs down on the bed, she understands how deep his lust goes for her.
Shuddering in pleasure, her voice escapes with a shocked moan when his tongue gives her dewy pussy a long lick. He flicks her clit and her green eyes blur; her body goes into pulsing spasms as she struggles to focus on one thing.
“Mr. Novak—”
He growls, the vibration jolts her little bundle of nerves.
She corrects herself with a slur, “Sir.”
Mari is let off with a warning suck on her clit, her walls squeeze with the need to be filled.
“Put your hands under your knees, sweetheart.”
She obeys, sluggishly hooking her trembling hands on her knees and he shifts her into a position that he wants her in. With her knees spread to her waist, mortification flushes down to her chest as she feels her pussy split open for the cold night air to trace its breezy fingers on her slick folds.
“They don’t move.” James pats firmly on her knee and she swallows with a short bob of her chin.
“Yes, sir.” a chuckle of satisfaction and a lick from her clit to her pulsing hole is the reward.
She can’t see him with her head on the pillow, but she can feel and hear him if she focuses hard enough, but that’s kind of difficult when he’s doing things to her that wipes her mind of any coherency.
“You’re soaked.” he purrs, circling his fingertip to her slick opening.
Mari’s heart skyrockets in an unsteady rhythm as blood sing in her ears, her nails claws at her creamy thighs with restraining control to stay still.
James sinks one of his thick fingers inside, her small body locks in pleasure as her lips open for soft and broken moans. The muscles in her thighs strain and pull taut when he moves with deliberate twists and turns, his strokes are long and deep with a sole goal to bring her over the edge.
She’s speechless, her tongue is heavy behind her teeth as his mouth descends on her. Reckless flicks of mindless sucks on her clit, another finger slides in easily with her mind distracted from the sudden fullness.
It’s an uncontrollable accident when her hip bucks, he stops to establish that he’s still in charge; it’s a warning that just because she’s his good girl doesn’t mean he’ll let her off the hook for not following his orders.
“What did I say?” he grunts, taking his fingers out with a needy whine from her.
Green eyes tear up in frustration as the heightened peak dulls the more he refuses to touch her. Her chest shudders with a hiccup, red lips wobble while she extends her pout to her begging eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you?”
He challenges, kneeling on the mattress with her legs hanging to the side. The hands under her knees are still there so she’s not in too much trouble, Mari prays he has mercy on her because her cunt is throbbing for his thick cock to fill her up. Judging by the massive bulge on his dark briefs, he’s thinking about it too, but he has more self-control than she does, and it shows in the way he isn’t affected by her innocent pleading pout.
“I am,” she said, her head nods frantically.
The platinum strands tug against the silk pillows, she yanks her body up with her legs curling to the side of her hips. Small fingers finding its way to his stomach, caressing his hard muscles with green eyes glossing over.
“And yet, you continue to defy me.”
Mari freezes, her shoulders draw up and she scrunches down her neck as his voice gradually sound more disappointed. She takes back her hands and wrings them in her lap, ignoring her perky tits bouncing in attention when she breathes in shakily.
“I’m sorry,” Mari repeats in a murmur, throwing her glassy eyes to the side.
Heat and solid strength settle on the base of her neck, tugging the soft strands of her hair when he nudges her head up. His lips fall on hers almost immediately, chasing away the shimmering doubts in her heart as her clammy hands find purchase on his thick wrist.
“I don’t expect you to be perfect, but you will learn. Your disobedience is going to be punished, little doll.” husky and deep, his tone leaves her no room to argue as her pussy tingles pleasantly.
She accepts his promise with big green eyes, “Yes, sir.”
His strong hand hauls her over his chest as he drops down on the bed with her straddling his hips, her wet folds squishing on his hot cock and she shakes.
Even if she doesn’t see it, she estimates his colossal size just by his hands crushing her ass tightly and grounds her pussy on his clothed length.
With one forceful thrust of his hip, her cunt soaks his briefs as her cheeks burn with her eyes dodging his dark gaze that just stares at her.
Then he stops, her hands supporting her on his chest as he kneads her fleshy ass. A promise, a reminder of what he will do with her two soft delicacies. The man is unsympathetic when he gives one loud-sounding slap to her butt, jolting her with a squeal of pain.
Her skin throbs from the muscle under the reddened skin with his handprint on it. She tries to pull away from the hand rubbing soothing circles on the throbbing cheek, but he’s not having it. James crushes her waist to him at the same time he shoots up the bed, molding their lips in a fiery kiss that steals her breath away.
Mr. Novak delivers four more spanks, each echoing after her whimpering cries in his chest. Preferential treatment isn’t what he does so he gives her other cheek the same treatment, ingraining in her mind of what would happen if she were to disobey him again in the future.
Juices drip from her cunt as she rocks back and forth in his lap, bringing attention to her little hard nub. She drags her clit on the underside of his cock, the rough fabric between them is a new sensation that’s different from his fingers and mouth. The coarseness feels more primal and dirtier, it feels amazing, but what she wants most is to feel the scorching big cock hidden his briefs.
“Did you learn your lesson?”
She moans, “Yes, sir.”
He doesn’t seem satisfied as he questions her further, “What did you learn, little doll?”
Mari blinks the cloudiness in her eyes and lifts her head up to see him looking down at her, if she got distracted by his lips, then he didn’t call her out on it. A little mercy on his part.
“If I don’t listen to you, you spank me.”
It stings and his hot palm on her newly spanked cheek is unbearable, but she keeps her mouth shut. Pink lips purses in ache as her green eyes glass over, she’s breathing again by the time he moves his hand up to her hip.
“Is there something you want to tell me, sweetheart?” James’ tone lowers, whispering against her ear as she withdraws into his arms.
“It hurts,” she whines.
He said, “It’s supposed to, this way you won’t forget your mistakes.”
Mari notices the hand starts to move down south and she shakes her head.
“You don’t like getting spanked?” he questions, no anger and no disappointment in his voice. There’s only slight concern over her wordless protest.
“I do,” she shamefully admits as her nipples tighten, “But, it hurts.”
His massive body jolts her when he chuckles deeply, “I will build up your tolerance, little doll.”
Mari is at awe on how he can go from the gentle and kind Mr. Novak to the domineering and controlling sir in a split second.
“Don't worry your pretty little head about it. As your tolerance builds, the number of slaps will
increase.”
She wiggles in excitement.
“Filthy little doll.” he purrs, a growl resonating in her ears as he yanks her to close the space between them.
His hand rustles between them, yanking and toeing off the clothing that separates them, his thick cock smacks against her clit from how hard he is. Her curious hand is adventurous and bold, not exactly matching with the burning heat on her face.
He’s big, she can’t wrap her fingers around it as she straddles his thighs for a better view. Engorged with desire and pulsing with a pearly drop of cum tipping over the head. Green eyes follow the trail of a prominent vein with her inquisitive thumb, pushing and massaging the girth as she clenches.
A loud grunt goes over her head as she’s too focused on the throbbing cock in her hand, so big that she has to take both her hands to play with it.
“Hold onto me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes jerk up to his, hands stopping their teasing touches.
“I’m going to make you mine.”
Chapter Six
James
With her hand around his shoulders, Mari’s dependent on him to support her weight as she slumps against his chest. Fleshy skin under his palm brings back his punishment, she pushes back on his hand when he stops.
He didn’t put much power in his hits, but they do have a certain momentum in there to etch into her mind that any little mishap will result in a spanking.
Shaky thighs straining on the bed, her arms curl around his neck even tighter as she chokes a moan. James’ not a stranger when it comes to the relationship between his hand and his cock, but after her soft touches, he can’t find pleasure in his own strokes.
Her wet pussy will be the ultimate pleasure.
Positioning his hard shaft at her pulsing opening, James reassures the smaller woman that he would try his best to ease her pain.
“It’s too big,” she murmurs in his ear, her ass lowers so his tip taps the soft hole.
James purrs in pride, chest puffing as his hands on her ass spread her cheeks. She protests at the new coldness licking her exposed cunt to the air. He swirls the tip of his cock on her sodden clit, she mewls weakly before he parts her folds with a nudge. He feels the throbbing and suction when he pushes in just the tip, her breath hitches in her throat.
Nails digging into his skin, Mari trembles in his arms as his cock splits her tiny pussy open like the savage he is. He’s in heaven, but little Mari is struggling to not cry in agony. Her pussy wraps around his girth in twitching muscles and scorching hotness seers his cock, forcing a snarl of restraint from his mouth when she squeezes tighter.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart.” he groans, crushing her ass in his hands.
James’ considerate, stopping his cock midway and lets her get used to having him in her. Mari heaves and shivers, not once finding the strength to push him away.
“Be good for me and take the rest.”
Mari swallows, weak arms going back to her side as her hands stay on his broad shoulders. He smiles at her delirious face; tears clinging on her lashes with trusting green eyes searching his dark hues, and her pink lips puts on the biggest pout he’s seen.
“It hurts,” she huffs, eyebrows knotting in dismay.
Her tight walls clench when she hiccups, and James finds a part of him to chuckle at her adorableness with love lacing in his voice.
“I would let you take charge, little doll, but you’ve never done this before and your pussy is too tight. You’ll only hurt yourself if you do it.”
She wiggles and whimpers when she sinks another inch in, Mari shudders with goosebumps rising on her arms right before his own eyes. The tension in her body rolls off as she begins to get used to his thickness, James watch a fire of determination lights up her eyes.
“I can do it, Mr. Novak.”
He knows it’s a habit that’s hard to stop, but one of these days he’s going to enforce the rule of either James or sir in her mind. A good spanking will do, for now, he’ll settle with the commanding power he has over her.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yeah.” Mari nods heroically, even when a brief flicker of doubt crosses her eyes. If Mari wants to be the one to give him everything, then he will help her with guidance.
She takes a breath in through her mouth, she purses her lips in preparation as she slowly sinks down. His hands on her ass is a precaution, Mari is physically weak when compared to him and he knows how far her strength goes; by the quivering limbs, she’s overwhelmed by everything that’s happening.
He’s too big for her. He towers her smaller frame effortlessly, broad shoulders yield aggression in his callous hands and strong legs that can break ribcages like a snap of plastic straws.
She gets stunned by him a lot, and on a brave day, she sticks to him like glue. Mari doesn’t let his size sway her from taking his cock deeper like a daring little doll she is.
His composure is cool on the outside but he’s a raging storm inside, it’s impossible to remain calm when the woman he loves is devoting herself to him in the most intimate way.
James’ breath stops when her ass is flush on his thighs, his thick muscles straining in their position as he forces himself to not thrust in her soiled cunt. Wet, tight, and his.
His girth splits her tiny opening obscenely, quivering folds spread around his cock as her fluttering walls clench and twist with her scrambled thoughts.
“Oh!” Mari gasps, wide green eyes blinking furiously at him as his dark gaze follow the electric shivers going down to snap at her clit.
“I can’t!” her blonde hair tumbles down her shoulders, teasing his arm as it flows down over her tits beautifully.
His little doll isn’t truthful. She says she can’t handle thousands of sparking pleasures and yet she stays on his lap without an attempt to lift herself off his cock, it’s a throne her pussy has claimed, and admitting defeat from this immense pleasure simply takes away the bravery of her previous determination.
“Are you lying to me, little doll?”
She shakes her head hastily, plump lips quivering with big green eyes staring so innocently at him that even his steely resolve from his army training breaks. Futilely trying to convince him that she’ll do better, Mari tightens her body in haste to speak.
That results in his body launching up from the bed and crashes into her, knocking her breath from her rambling.
“I’ll let this transgression slide, but I’m not always this generous.”
He kisses her lips, soothing her frayed nerves and she rotates her hips. Her tight cunt swallows his cock easily the next time she lifts up and shoves back down, choked cries and broken moans are like music to his ears.
James has touched Mari before; a hand on her back to guide her to places, a good morning and good night kiss on her squishy cheeks and holding her hand to help her walk in her ridiculously high heels. He only allows them for photoshoots because Mari will fall and hurt herself, and it’s not happening on his watch.
This type of touch burns in his stomach, sending tingling sparks to his cock as it leaks lewdly in her soaked pussy.
She bounces a little, his hands coming to stake claim on her waist as he helps her with his own thrusts.
“Good, sweetheart?”
She nods her head sluggishly, eyebrows pinching together in attentiveness as her walls rhythmically pulses.
“Good, sir.”
He nearly purrs.
“Does it always feel like this?” she rambles, naivety reflecting in her apple-green hues. “I can feel you inside, Mr. Novak. So big!”
He hisses through clenched teeth, his hips begin to hammer into her with her hands flying to his shoulders. Hugging her body to his, his strong hips pounds her stretched cunt with his massive cock spearing in the depth of that one nerve that brings out the wanton feline in her.
Red and burning lines on his back counters with the cool bedroom air, James’ pelvic scrapes against the sodden button that makes her
writhe in his arms.
“You can’t say things like that, it makes me want to fuck your little pussy harder. Is that what you want, you dirty little girl.”
Every thrust is an emphasis on his words, and he yanks her hips down and slams his girthy length all the way in. A hard nudge and scrape of her clit force her lips open to give space for that wail to resonate. She squeals in shock; a physical manifestation of humiliation James sees dig its claws into her skin as she cum with violent shivers.
There’s no remorse in his ravaging plunges, not even when she begs for him to slow down through shuddering pleas. Not with her sore cunt sucking greedily on his cock, or when she voluntarily delves down to meet his thrusts.
“My beautiful girl,” his voice purrs huskily, coarse and deep, just how she likes it. “You make me proud, always so obedient and willing. You’re perfect, and all mine.”
She agrees with a neediness that rivals his hasty thrusts, James watches a slight change in her; a subtle change between this new experience fusing with the Marionette as she sensually rolls her hips to hold him inside of her.
To keep him, to chain him, and ultimately possessively owning him.
“Yours, sir.” she didn’t completely answer him, but she’s dazed in thick lust as she angles her hips as much as she can with his rough hammering to find pleasure to her neglected clit. Juices smearing on his pelvic bone from her soiled clit as more slick clings and webs viscously around his cock.
He leans over to just mouth at her neck, feeling the erratic pulse singing to him under thundering blood. His balls draw up tight, cum dribbling out of the head as James curses in her ear with a strong bite.
Marking Mari will cause a chaotic backlash from her aunt, but Marionette also belongs to him. He has the right to do whatever the hell he wants with his little doll and no one can speak ill of his intentions to what’s best for her.
Right now, he wants to give her his cum and breed her.
Pump her full of his sticky cum, so much that it spills out after he’s done and plug her small pussy with his thick cock.