Taking Over

by S. J. Maylee

  “You want me to stop?” He positioned the head of his dick at her entrance.

  “No. I don't know.” New tears rolled down her cheek. “Don't leave.”

  “I'm not going anywhere.” He pushed inside her. “This time, I'm staying.”

  “Marcus.” She screamed and arched back as he filled her. Her pussy squeezed around him.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He thrust into her with a mixture of slow and fast movements. Their pelvises danced together, driving the pleasure higher. He held her gaze for a few heartbeats before claiming her lips again.

  This is what she'd always wanted, pleasure in its most raw form. Her connection with Rob had been beautiful, but there’d always been something missing. This was it. This was the closest thing to making loving she'd ever known.

  He ground his pelvic bone against her clit.

  “Tell me we'll do this again.” She lifted her ass, meeting his thrust. “Right now, tell me this will happen again.”

  “Oh yes, we'll be doing this again.” He pulled out slowly, only to drive back into her.

  They continued in an uneven pattern. She lost herself in the pleasure until a flash of light heated in her core. Time seemed to stop for a second and then pleasure blanketed her body. She could hear nothing but the beating of her own heart. She moaned on and on, as her orgasm started again while Marcus roared through his.

  They lay together for quite some time, until he undid her bonds. She didn't want to move, fearing she'd wake and find it had all been a dream. For years, she'd thought about the pleasure he could bring her. She still couldn't imagine there wasn't something more going on. True happiness had never seemed so within her reach.

  Eventually they fell into a deep peaceful sleep. When she woke, he was still holding her. She rubbed her ass against him, enjoying his hardness. Maybe her luck was changing.

  Chapter Seven

  “We'll be talking to your stepfather tomorrow.” He caressed the edge of her shoulder. “I have a proposal I want you to consider.”

  “Oh, right.” She pushed up to lean on her elbow. “That is why you're here.” She turned away from him, knowing she had to remember who they were to each other. “I suppose that's what this was all about.” She tugged on the sheet, wanting to keep herself covered. “You needed to warm me up for your grand plan. I should have known.”

  “That's not what's going on here.” He touched her arm, gripping gently. “I didn't make love to you to get you to agree to some plan.”

  “I think I'll call bullshit.” She moved away, taking the covers with her. “I should believe you because you've never lied to me. Is that it? Big, strong, handsome Marcus who never lies.”

  “Nice try. We're not going to fight about what happened a dozen years ago, yesterday, or this morning.” He pulled her underneath him. His weight keeping her in place. “You're not on your own with this anymore.” He ran his touch over her bottom lip. “You think I'm handsome?”

  “Seriously, that's your take away? You've got problems.”

  “Honey, we both have a problem and his name is Dale.”

  “Well, don't listen to Keller. He's always coming up with ideas for how to deal with Dale and I'll tell you what I tell him—they are all too damn risky. You can't predict what he'll do. My mom doesn't have much time left. I won't have her stressed out or upset. She's all that matters in this.”

  “That's where you're wrong.” He kissed her gently. “You matter.”

  She melted underneath him, wishing they could shut out the world and stay in this place, in this bed forever. Life would never be that simple. Her mother needed her and nothing could be more important.

  “I admire all you've done to help your mom, but you need to start letting someone watch out for you.”

  “I don't know what you're planning, but it can't involve telling my mom what Dale has done.”

  “You mean what Dale is doing.”

  “This was your end game all along.” She shoved his chest with all her strength, taking him off guard and scooting to the end of the bed. He followed her and her foot came up in warning. She pressed her foot against his chest. “What are you waiting for, Marcus? Tell her. She'll believe you because you're Marcus. Everyone believes you.” She could have spit at him.

  “Gina, come on. We can't let him continue to have the run of the place.”

  “I'm sure it will all work out. Even if she doesn’t kick me out of the house, our relationship will never be the same and it will completely ruin the little time we have left. Who knows what she'll do about Dale. If the shock of it doesn't killer her, I'm sure she'll help you get Keller's funding back. Go ahead, do it. Take away the one person who still loves me.” She pushed her toes against his muscles. “I dare you.” Her heart felt like it was breaking apart in her chest. All the years of keeping Dale to their agreement would be for nothing. All the relationships she'd ruined would be for nothing. A cool sweat broke out over her whole body.

  “Be reasonable, my plan won’t have anything to do with telling your mom.” He grabbed hold of her ankle and yanked her to him. “I only want to diffuse that asshole.” He hugged her tightly to his chest. “First of all, he has way too much power.”

  “Don't you think I know that?”

  “No, I don't.” He sat back and looked at her. “Whether you're willing to see it or not, you've let him win. You've given him all the control.” He lifted her chin. “The only one I want you submitting to is me.”

  “What exactly do you want me to do?” A tear rolled down her cheek.

  “Be the grand bitch I know you can be.” He rubbed the wetness away.

  “Thanks, Marcus.” She crossed her arms.

  “Look. Your mother would do anything for you. She'd cut him off in a second if she knew what he's done.”

  “I'm not so sure she'd take all my lies in stride and that's beside the point. She has weeks left. Weeks. I can't tell her. Dale knows I won't.”

  “But he doesn't know me.”

  “Why should I trust you with this?” Her heart hurt under the building pressure.

  “I can tell this is just a game to him. He can play, but we'll play it better.” He grasped her hands and held them out. “Are you in?

  “Against my better judgment, and because I don't have a better idea, yes.”

  “Now, that's a Gina endorsement I recognize.” He smirked and snatched the sheets from her grip. “Get your ass dressed. It's time to make a deal.”

  ****

  She dragged out getting ready as long as she could, but all too soon they were in the great-room, waiting for Dale.

  “I'm not sure I can do this.” She rubbed her arms.

  “Let me do the talking.” Marcus took her hand and led her to the windows. With her in front of him, he wrapped his arms around her. “All you have to do is go along with what I say.”

  “I'm nervous.” She took several cleansing breaths. Even if she didn't know if it would work out, she was glad for once not to be alone in this wretched situation, even if the partnership wouldn't last.

  “I wasn't expecting him to still be here.” Dale stopped at the bar, filling his tumbler with scotch. “What's his name again, darlin'?”

  “The name is Marcus.” He walked over and held out his hand, giving Dale a handshake that made the older man wince. “Gina and I are a team now.”

  “Oh. Why would that be?” He shook out his hand.

  “We're getting married.”

  She took a step forward, ready to spit at the idea. How dare he say such a thing? If her mom found out, they'd probably have to go through with it.

  Marcus turned and caught her gaze. He spoke a dozen things with his challenging glare. Time seemed to slow. Her whole world caught in a snag before it started moving again. He stood there so damn strong and determined, waiting for her to give in. It bugged her that she wanted to give him everything.

  “Is this true, Gina?” Dale asked.

  “Yes.” She looked at Marcus and at his
nod, she continued, “He just asked.”

  “Huh, does your mom know?” He slammed the rest of his drink. “I find it hard to believe she'd be pleased about you marrying someone, especially since I've never heard his name before two days ago.”

  “We go way back. Long before you darkened this place.” Marcus clasped Gina's hand and pulled her to his side. “You don't need to worry about Mrs. Fontaine, I know for a fact she'll be pleased.”

  “Is that so?” He took several stomps toward them, looking liked he'd just eaten a handful of jalapeno peppers. His skin turned deep red and his eyes narrowed to tiny slits.

  “There will be a few other changes around here, Dale.” He shifted Gina behind him. “Unlike my darling here, I don't see a problem with telling Mrs. Fontaine all about your bad behavior.”

  “I don't believe for a second Gina will let you do that. She's feisty, that one.” He pointed his finger at Marcus. “And I'll tell you another thing. Her name is Mrs. Schulz. She's my wife. You got that?”

  Marcus squeezed his finger and twisted Dale around, shoving him until his cheek was smashed on the bar top. “You'll give Keller back your investment.” He hiked his grip a little higher.

  Dale whined and hissed, but said nothing.

  “You won't tell Mrs. Fontaine a thing of what we discussed. You know if you do, I'll be back here to enforce a punishment you deserve. If you're curious about my style, give Keller a call. He can give you a rundown of the implements I prefer at his club. Where I'm a Master.”

  The air crackled with the change of control. Gina almost felt sorry for Dale. He'd clearly lost this round.

  “Do you understand?”

  Dale mumbled something.

  “You're going to break his arm.” She picked at a chip in her nail polish.

  “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Well, no. But it would be hard to explain.”

  “You're a lucky bastard, Dale.” Marcus released some of the pressure. “Keep making Mrs. Fontaine happy and return Keller’s funding. That's all you need to do. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “That's better.” Marcus let go completely.

  Dale stumbled around the bar. “You're both fucking crazy.”

  “You'll have to get used to me. I'm sure I don't have to add that you'll keep your hands off my Gina, correct?”

  “Whatever. Just stay the hell away from me.”

  Marcus held up his hands and then pulled Gina close to him. “You keep your end of the deal and I'll keep mine.”

  Before Dale tripped out of the room, Marcus reminded him to ensure Keller's funding was returned first thing in the morning.

  “Dale was right.” She squeezed his arm. “You are fucking crazy. I'm not sure your plan is going to work.”

  “We'll come up with another plan if it doesn't.”

  “We?”

  “I may have come here to get Keller's funding back, but there's more to this.” He kissed her. “A lot more.”

  “You might have to actually marry me if he mentions it to my mom. I don't know what possessed you to say such a thing.”

  “You're not alone anymore.” He drew her closer. “If he starts to spill, you’ll hear about it and we’ll get back up here.”

  The moment was tender and a million other things she never would have expected from Marcus. She didn't want to analyze any of it. She wanted to roll around in it. A shiver ran up her spine.

  “I know the idea will make your mom happy. That is a priority, right?” He caressed her cheek.

  “Exactly. You're right.” Her mother was the priority, by her repeated request. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing away her rising hopes of something more and focused her thoughts. “If he decides to tell her, it will make her very happy.”

  “See, it’s not so hard to agree with me.” He grabbed her hands.

  “It’s not when we have the same goal. Did you see Dale run from you?” Gina shook her head. “I can hardly blame him.”

  “I shouldn't have been so rough. I'm sorry.”

  “I'm not.” She dipped her chin. “I should have given him a reason to back off a long time ago. I hope this works though.”

  “I just kept thinking about all the times he must have tried something with you.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “I had every intention of breaking his arm. I can see why Keller wants you to bring someone. I don't like the idea of you coming up here by yourself.”

  “It's not like I get a lot of volunteers.” She strolled away and fixed herself a glass of water, as tension spread like fire through her muscles. There were too many things she wanted from this man.

  “Until now.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Well, we are getting married.”

  “That was just for Dale.” She sat on the couch, crossing her legs. “You don't need to keep that up. I'll be fine. I'm not actually your responsibility, remember?”

  “That's not the way I see it. You said it yourself. We can't predict what Dale will do.”

  “We had a nice time with our heart to heart, but let's not push it.” She sat down her glass and strutted towards him. “You hate me and I hate you. That's how it is.” Her heart felt like it was beating in her ears. The lie tasted sour as well.

  “I can admit when I'm wrong.” He pressed his body against her and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her back. “Can you do the same?” He kissed her neck.

  “Of course not. I'm a bitch, remember.” She rubbed her leg up along his thigh. Between the tingle on her scalp and his firm grip, he drove her desire to hot and needy.

  “A damn sexy bitch.” He nipped at her lips.

  “Maybe we should stop now.”

  “Don't fight what you know we both need.” He brushed his lips over hers.

  She wrapped her arms around him and gave in. He claimed her mouth, taking everything, even the parts she thought she had closed off.

  Somehow, they made it back to the guesthouse with all their clothes on. Everything changed the second the door closed.

  “Right here?”

  “You better believe it.” He unbuttoned his shirt.

  “Taking me right in the kitchen, huh? Seems a bit clumsy, don't you think?” She slipped off her shoes. “Have to say, I like seeing you like this.”

  “Stop procrastinating. You have one minute to get naked.” Between his dark gaze and the way he chucked his shoes as he took them off, told her he wasn't messing around.

  “What if I don't get everything off?” She tugged her shirt up and over her head.

  “I can't guarantee I won't rip anything.” He yanked off his pants. “I need to get inside you.”

  “Feeling needy, much?” She slipped her panties off and threw them at him.

  “Hands on the island.” He walked towards her. His cock was hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She gripped the edge of the counter and widened her stance. He slapped her backside.

  “What was that for?” She wiggled her ass, enjoying the sting.

  “For making us wait.” He stepped in behind her and stroked his cock right between her folds. “You're already wet for me.” He nipped her shoulder. “I'm not the only one that's needy.”

  She arched her back, eager to feel him filling her once more. With three firm strokes he was all the way in. He clutched her breasts, plucking her nipples.

  “Marcus.” She cried out.

  “What did you call me?” He increased the pressure.

  “Sir. Please.” She leaned back against him.

  “That's better.” He massaged her breasts. “You feel so right, so fucking tight.” He grabbed her hips, pulling out and slamming back in. The kitchen filled with smacking sounds of their bodies coming together.

  Pleasure built in her core, faster than she knew how to handle. She moaned and closed her eyes, shutting out everything but what Marcus was doing to her. He'd helped her to do something about the ugliness in her life, something she didn’t think she’d
ever have the strength to do and now he was bombarding her body with all kinds of things she never thought she’d feel again.

  Step by step he was taking over, and God help her, but she was letting him. He worked her body up and over. Not long after his moans grew louder than hers, a blast of pure gratification hit her. His sporadic thrusts increased the intense pleasure surging through her. The moment had been raw and animalistic, exactly what she needed. She clung to him as they slumped to the floor.

  “Don't let me go.”

  “I'm not going to.” He tucked her against him.

  ****

  Within an hour they'd received a call from Keller. The investment would be back in place by the morning. They'd done what they'd come to do. She was quite pleased. Keller hadn't deserved this.

  Of course that wasn't all that had changed over the weekend.

  Her mother had picked up on it too. During their last visit, her mother’s shit eatin' grin gave it all away when Marcus stepped out to get fresh water for her pitcher.

  “I knew you two would be good together, that all it would take would be a little bit of time.” She squeezed her daughter's hand. “You love him, don't you?”

  “Oh, Mom.” She sat beside her. “I've always loved him.”

  “I know. That's why I never understood why you didn't tell him how you felt. Don't let your fears keep you from what you want most.”

  “It's more complicated than that. We don't have what you and Dad had.”

  “I don't believe it for a second.”

  Marcus came back into the room. “What are you two talking about?”

  “Nothing.” She caressed her mom's hand. “We should get going.” She leaned over and kissed her mom. “I'll see you next Saturday and I'll call you tomorrow night.”

  “It was so good to see you again, Marcus. Please tell your mother I said hello.” She held out her hands and he came closer.

  “I'll do that.” He kissed her cheek. “And I'll see you next week, too.”