by S. J. Maylee
“What's that?” He knelt at her feet. “Step back.”
She shuffled out of the room, swallowing hard as she made her way to the kitchen. She busied herself with fetching a glass of water, reminding herself the moment couldn’t have lasted anyways. This was Marcus. The man who’d always hated her. No amount of wanting something more from him would ever make it happen. No, she didn’t need Marcus to want her. She’d be fine on her own.
“You have been holding out on me.” His chuckles filled the room.
She took a deep breath and a long swig from her glass.
“Speak now or else I'm going to set this up right in the middle of the room.” He hauled the contraption out of the closet and swiveled both of the legs. It set up as quickly as the salesman had claimed.
“All the windows are treated. You can't see in here unless you're standing next to the window. Set it up where ever you want.” Maybe if she had a scene in the swing she could start letting go of all she'd lost. She shook her head, knowing she was a lost cause.
“Rob never told me you two had one of these.” He picked up the leather swing
“He never used it.”
“Oh.” He looked back and forth between her and the metal contraption. “Did you use it with the other guy?”
“No!” She spit out the water from her latest sip. “I bought it for Rob and it arrived the day he left me.”
“Oh.”
“Would you stop saying that?” She sat down her glass and marched over to him. After grabbing the swing from his grip, she attached it and turned, taking a tight grip on the handle bar. “You're going to need to help me up.”
He knelt at her feet, not breaking eye contact.
She steadied herself in his grip and, with his assistance, hoisted herself into the seat.
He secured both of her feet in the stirrups and stood back.
“You've got me where you wanted me. Now what, Master Marcus? Or don't you think you can handle little ole me?”
“The Doms around the club have been slacking. How is it you think you can still get away with that kind of lip?” He stepped between her splayed legs and removed a vibe from his pocket. “I started carrying these around last year.”
She closed her eyes. Her pussy betrayed her. She could feel the wetness building already. Marcus was not what she needed. She shifted her hips, as she repeated the mantra a few more times in her thoughts.
“Answer my questions and I'll make this quick.” He pulled on her G-string and swept his touch over her pussy lips. “Wet already. Interesting. Your pussy doesn't lie.” He slipped the vibe into her, positioning it just under her pleasure center.
“Not going to turn it on? Or is the battery dead? I'm guessing you hear that all the time.”
He held up something black. It looked like a tiny phone. “I've always favored remote control. This is the low setting.”
A gentle hum kissed her from the inside. It was gentle. “That's nice.” The hum stopped.
“You don't deserve nice.” He slapped her inner thigh, reminding her he was in control. “I want to know what all you've been hiding. What's really been going on here? I thought you and Leslie were thick as thieves. Why didn't you want to see her today?”
A powerful surge took over all her thoughts. She lost her focus, everything centered on the glow building in her pussy. This wasn't what she wanted. A spanking, that's what she wanted. It was obviously what she deserved.
“Look at me, Gina.” His hand moved up her thigh, but she remained focused on the vibrations. “Eyes on me.” He slapped her cunt.
“Sir.” She closed her eyes and breathed through the waves of pleasure. In the next breath, the pulses were gone. It was all gone.
“Gina.” He tapped on her clit. “Are you ready to start talking?”
“Hardly.” She concentrated on her view of the lake. Not a single ripple in the glass like surface.
“Maybe I should have had you strip. Good thing I keep this in my pocket as well.” He took out a pocketknife. “Keller is always busting on us about being prepared.” He cut through the sides on her panties and pulled them away, exposing her. “I'm going to have to thank him next time I see him.”
Being here like this with Marcus felt all kinds of dirty. She was sure no one would be surprised if she slept with him. Why wouldn't the cheater sleep with her ex-husband's best friend? It didn't matter he was once her best friend, too. No, the truth rarely mattered when folks had their mind set to judge you.
“Let's try this again.” He walked around the island and leaned over the counter.
The vibrations blanketed her pussy, stronger this time. Her gazed landed on his and she lost her last bit of control over her body as she took in his dark gaze. She was having an effect on him, Marcus, the stone Dom.
“We were close once.”
She nodded and breathed through the pleasure heating her body.
“Somewhere along the way we lost it.”
“You walked away. You let Rob have me.”
“He clearly wanted you.”
“You never did.”
“That's where you're wrong, sweetheart.” He must have turned the controls to the next setting. An inconsistent pulse stroked her pussy. “But my best friend spoke up first.”
“You couldn't have cared all that much if you just let him have me.” Her pussy was on fire. She rolled her hips, expecting the orgasm to take her over any second. She welcomed it. Anything to take her away from the conversation.
“You seemed fine with the arrangement.”
She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Memories flooded her thoughts. She had been fine with the outcome. Rob was easy to love, but it had always been Marcus that she’d been in love with. He was the only man that always lit her fire.
The vibe stilled.
“Fuck. Turn it back on.” Her pussy pulsed on the edge of bliss. She needed to get to the other side of this hill and black out the impending heartache because it was the only way she could see this ending.
“Not until you tell me what you were just thinking.” He came towards her.
“Why are we talking about this? It's not important.”
“It was Rob who you wanted back then. Not me, right?” He stepped between her wide spread thighs.
“I was a stupid teenager. What did I know?” She could smell him, the closer he got the more she inhaled his delicious woodsy sent. As a teenager, that smell turned her on so much she'd spent many of her evenings masturbating, imagining him coming through her bedroom window and fucking her all night long. “I was stupid.”
“Are you telling me you were wrong?” He felt his way up her thigh and around her clit.
“If I was wrong, then you were wrong too.”
He removed the vibe and then pushed several fingers inside her, rubbing over the exact spot the vibe had heated. He was relentless, nudging the vibe against her clit. A storm swept over her, squashing any chance for coherent thought.
“I'm coming, Sir.”
“Good.” He pumped into her and ruthlessly rubbed her clit. “I'm curious if you'll become more compliant.”
She moaned as her pleasure soared higher and higher. He continued to work her body. There was nothing she could do but give in to his domination. She'd always dreamed of him wanting her. Never could she imagine the power of emotions that would storm through her. All those months ago when he worked over her backside, he'd given her what she needed, but she hadn't needed the release.
Or did she?
That one night had puzzled her for months. Maybe she didn't know what she needed.
Her heart had always wanted Marcus and here he was driving her to orgasm.
She needed to live in the moment. That's all there was after all.
This.
He curled his fingers over and over that spot inside her and any restraint she had ripped away. Her body felt like it was flying and she never wanted to come down.
Chapter Five
Gina coming apa
rt under his hands would have blown his sixteen-year old mind. He'd imagined it all wrong. His cock liked this version even better than what he'd imagined. Her luscious lips parted and all he could think about was sealing his mouth over hers.
She'd always been a drug to him, something that made him think crazy thoughts, like kidnapping her so he could have her all to himself. He used to hate sharing her with Rob. She was the creature capable of making him forget who he was, and forget what mattered most to him. An addiction for sure.
The day Rob mentioned he was interested in asking her out was a dark day. He was disgusted by his thoughts. It wasn't just that he wanted Gina to turn Rob down but also that he wanted to stand in front of what his friend wanted. Marcus wanted her to say no to Rob, and confess it was because she was in love with him.
His lust for one girl had had the power to wreck what the three of them shared. He’d forced himself to deny his feelings. There were still days he’d wished he’d fought for her. But eventually, he was thankful for Rob's declaration. Eventually. His addiction to Gina hadn't been healthy and for a long time she and Rob had been happy.
He lightened his touch as the pulses coming from her lessened. His need for her might be as strong as when he was a young man, but he needed to remember she was more conniving than ever. Gina had a way to get what she wanted. It was time to turn the tables and push her to share what she’d been hiding.
“Why didn't you tell me you wanted me back then?”
“I may have been wrong, but I wasn't foolish.” She squeezed her eyes closed. “I knew you didn't like me.”
“I didn't like being in the middle.” He pushed the vibe back into her. “That was then. Now, I simply don’t trust you. You're probably manipulating me right now.” He turned it on. “What do you want?”
****
“Oh, damn.” Cream seeped from her pussy. Her resolve weakened.
“Why did you let me string you up?” He licked his lips.
“I wasn't prepared to have you here.” She rocked her pelvis. “Why did you have to stay?” She cried out. “Why? You never stay.”
“I was expected to.” He stroked her thigh. “Besides, I don't follow your directions.”
“I wish Keller hadn't made you a part of this.” Her life may be a tangle of lies and half-truths, but she had everyone in their corners. Everyone needed to play their parts. She rolled her hips and a wave of pleasure skirted over her senses. Marcus was supposed to keep his distance. He shouldn’t be able to stand being in the same room with her, let along touch her and bring her pleasure. How could she keep her feelings for him locked away when he touched her like this?
“I'm glad he did.” He caressed her knee. “I needed to know about your mom. I care about her and this isn't something anyone should have to deal with on their own.” He turned off the vibe and made his way into the kitchen.
“Where the fuck are you going? Get back here.”
“How is it you can talk to me with all this venom, but you can't talk back to your stepfather when he's clearly being repulsive?” He took his time getting a glass of water and plunking in a couple of ice cubes from the freezer.
“I don't want to talk about him. Would you hurry up please?”
“Interesting. It's almost like you're giving him a pass. Why is that?” He walked around her, letting the wetness from his fingers drip onto her chest. Then, he snapped open the front clasp on her bra, exposing her further.
“That’s too cold.” Goosebumps rose across her chest and arms. “He's married to my mom. It's not more complicated than that.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
“More half-truths. That's so your style, Gina.” He sat down on a stool at the counter.
“I'm not here for your viewing pleasure.” She swung her feet, getting nowhere. “Get me down if you're done playing.”
“I have an idea.” He sat down his glass and picked up an ice cube. “How about I play until you tell me exactly what's going on.” He dragged the stool over to her, settled between her legs, and then circled her nipple with the ice cube.
“Oh come on.” She hissed. “That’s so cold.”
“You don't want to talk about your stepfather, than tell me about your stepsister. I thought you and Leslie got along.” He circled her other nipple.
Her nipples tightened and she tried to block out everything but how he was making her feel.
“Why does it feel like you're avoiding her?” When she didn't answer, he guided a droplet of water to land on top of her nipple and watched as it slid around her breast. “Don't want to talk about your stepsister either. It’s quite the pattern.” He dragged the cube down and circled her naval. “Why don't you talk back to your stepfather?”
“Don't.” It was no use. The ugliness always found its way in. “Red! Red.” She hunched her shoulders, even tried to pull her knees together. “Please, don't.”
“What the hell.” He gripped her thighs.
“Please, don't touch me and talk about him.” Pressure seized her muscles.
He tossed the cube toward the sink and immediately moved to get her down. Once he had her settled on the couch, he slipped the dangling bra straps from her arms and wrapped the throw he found around her shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“I'll be fine.” She gripped the edges of the blanket and tugged them tightly around her like a shield. So many times she’d protected herself from the truth. Telling Keller and Mistress Charlie had been hard, but she’d never been in love with either of them. This situation was quite different.
“That's not what I asked.” He fetched his glass of water and held it to her lips. “Take a sip.”
She complied not only because she needed the drink but she needed the moment to think everything over and calm her racing heart. Never before had she had such an intense need to tell someone the whole retched story. She looked at him.
“Keep the glass.” The way he had his eyebrows all pinched and the intense way he watched her, she knew she’d need to tell him something. He pushed back the hair from her face. “You're going to have to start talking.”
“Dale's really good to my mom. Or I should say, he makes her happy.”
“That's a good thing.”
“Absolutely. You know how she was when my dad died.”
“I remember. It was hard to watch.”
“It got worse when we were home at night. Once her sobbing started, it took her a long time to calm down.” It felt good to share the memories with someone who knew her mom back then. “I tried to show her how to move on. I pushed away my sorrow.” She played with the condensation on the glass. Little droplets fell on the blanket.
“That was kind of you.”
“Blocking out all my hurt, only helped so much. Dale changed all of that.”
“I don't like the way he talks to you.”
“You're not the only one.” She shivered.
“Tell me what happened.”
She took another sip of water and examined him. His concern seemed genuine but any hope she had for him growing to love her was forgotten a long time ago. Besides, the truth would more than likely make him despise her even more.
“Go on.” He rubbed her knee.
“I suppose it's past time I tell you.” She took a deep breath. “It all started about a month after they got married. First, it was a comment here and there. Never when anyone else was in the room, at least not at first anyway.” She took another sip and handed him the glass. “Once he realized I wasn't going to run to my mom and tattle on him, he got bolder, standing too close, grabbing my knee under the table.” She pulled her feet underneath her.
“Shit, Gina. I had no idea.”
“They'd invited us over for dinner about a year ago. Rob got stuck at work.” She looked out the window, hoping it would be easier to get it all out without looking at him. “I came up by myself and he was going to come as soon as he could. My mom wasn't home when I got here. She and Andrew were still at the market.” She gathered the blanket t
ighter around her shoulders. “It had been a long week. Our old boss was nothing like Keller. We were working crazy hours. Our project was about to launch. I took one look at the lake and I got lost. The stress of the week stripped away. I didn't even hear him come into the room.” She stared off, her gaze unfocused.
He sat back in his seat, probably guessing what was coming.
“He whispered disgusting things in my ear and put his clammy hands all over me, groping my ass. I swung at him but he used it against me.” She closed her eyes, disgusted that she hadn’t been able to put a stop to it. “He took hold of my wrist and bent me back. Told me to comply or he'd tell my mom I'd come on to him. That's when we heard Leslie arrive.” Her heart pounded. “He wasn't expecting her. I used the moment to get away from him, but I didn't know what to do.”
He squeezed the edge of her blanket tight in his fist.
“My mom couldn't find out.” She looked down and watched his knuckles turn white. “He said if I told Leslie what he'd done, he'd run to my mom and blame me. I didn't know what to do. I honestly don't know if she'd believe me. The whole mess certainly had the power to break her heart all over again. I didn't know if she'd survive that.” She sucked on her lip. It had been a horrible day, one that tore her life in two. She still hadn’t gotten the pieces of her heart back together.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing, not at first. I think I was frozen. I couldn’t process it. But then Leslie came in. That's when he shoved me away and started yelling at me, calling me a slut for making a pass at him. I ran and got sick in the bathroom.” She took the glass back from Marcus and sipped, hoping to calm her stomach from reliving the nastiness.
He pulled a tissue from the nearby box and wiped at her eyes.
“The two of them were making so much noise. My mom was going to be home any minute. I had to get them to stop. My mom couldn't know.” She looked at him, her eyes wide. “It could have killed her. That piece of shit was the only thing keeping her together. But Leslie was my champion.” Her heart swelled when she remembered how her stepsister had fought for her. “She didn’t believe any of it. She railed on him for ruining their home. I had to yank her off him. I wanted to hug her for standing up for me. I've never been able to thank her. It was during their argument that I realized what I had to do.” She looked at Marcus, wanting to see his disgust when she told him what she did.