Still reeling from what just happened, I shook my head and followed him to the backroom. The whole way I argued with myself over whether or not I was going to do as he said. On the one hand, I really wanted my fix of him. It was one of the reasons I had come out tonight. Okay, it was actually the reason. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen John in a really long time, and I didn’t like the idea of Mack making me leave when he wanted me to. And the threat of punishment wasn’t so much of a deterrent, but rather compelled me to want to disobey him.
Mack was lowering himself in a seat next to Kara when I hit the room. My heart skipped a beat at how good he looked. His tight white t-shirt stretched across his chest, and his long legs were clad with worn blue jeans. He leaned back in the chair and stretched his leg out in front of him, crossing them at the ankle. He looked casual and laidback, but his eyes were avidly watching me with an attentiveness that until that point I’d only seen him use in the bedroom. It was enough to convince me to leave.
“Didn’t you get yourself one?” John asked when I handed him his beer.
“Nah. Got called into work. I’m off on Sunday if you want to come over for dinner. I’ll make sauce.”
His grin was infectious, and I found myself smiling even though my insides were knotted after my conversation with Mack. “I could never pass up your sauce. I’ll bring a bottle of wine.” John leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m glad I ran into you. I was afraid after all this time away you just didn’t want to see me anymore.” Even though his tone was joking, I knew he meant the words. After our history, I couldn’t blame him for being concerned.
“Never,” I said with conviction. “I really have to go. I’ll see you Sunday.”
“Sunday.”
I turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd towards the exit. Looking over my shoulder, my eyes met Mack’s and I swear I felt his gaze straight down to my toes.
Chapter Four
Dressed in a light blue satin quarter cup bra with black lace and matching panties, I laid on the bed listening intently for the click of a door, the creak of a stair, anything that would symbolize that Mack was there.
My nerves were running amok knowing he wanted me naked. Rather than doing as I was told, I decided to try out the risqué lingerie I bought with him in mind. Whether or not that would garner me punishment was yet to be seen. I was hoping with the way the fabric showcased the swells of my breasts and exposed nipples¸ it would be enough to take his mind off my insubordination.
Taken by surprise, I jumped slightly when I caught sight of Mack in the doorway to my bedroom.
“How did you get all the way up here without me hearing you?”
“Not important. What I want to know is why you’re not naked,” he replied. Of course that fact didn’t escape him.
Feeling bold and brazen, I ran my hands up my stomach and circled my nipples with my index fingers. The way his eyes darkened made me take it even further by pinching and rolling each one. “I was hoping you’d like what you saw.”
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.” His feet brought him to the side of my bed where he reached out and grabbed my hands in his, pulling them over my head. Struggling to breathe thanks to how on edge I was—his demeanor was turning me on even more than the anticipation did—I watched as his head dipped and his tongue curled around the tip of my right nipple. A moan worked its way up my throat and filled the silence of the room.
“Thank you,” I belatedly whispered after his compliment.
“It’s not what I wanted though, buttercup,” he gently berated me. “And after watching you with John earlier, I’m of the mind to put you over my knee.” His breath glided across the skin of my chest, and a shiver worked its way through my body from head to toe.
“Up,” Mack commanded. I scrambled to my feet once he let go of my hands, intent on seeing where this was going to go.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me down over him so that my ass was on his lap and my torso lay on the bed. As I faced the foot of the bed, my heart began hammering in my chest.
Mack’s hands gently stroked the exposed skin of my ass. The tenderness of this act did nothing to ease the tension building inside my belly. And even though I anticipated the first crack of his hand against my bottom, I was unprepared for the sharp sting that followed it. Sucking in a breath, I bit my lip in an effort not to cry out.
The next smack of his palm landed in a different spot from the first. It didn’t burn quite as badly, but it wasn’t altogether pleasant either.
By the eighth blow, I felt immune to the sting although my ass definitely felt hot. A pulse had built between my legs that hammered as hard and fast as my heart did. It was strange to feel both turned on and ashamed by what he was doing to me, especially because I found myself craving the next hit.
“Spread.” Mack’s voice jolted me and I quickly made room between my legs for his probing fingers. They dipped in and out of me slowly, twisting with each pass.
I really wanted to ask what he was doing, what he was thinking, or even what was going to happen next, but my words died when his fingers pulled away only to return as another smack on my ass cheek.
“Ahhh,” caught unaware I cried out. Mack ignored my distress and continued on. Faster than the first time, I returned to that strange headspace where I was anticipating the next hit. When it took longer than expected between swats, I almost begged him to continue. At that point, I was too far gone with desire and need to wonder if what we were doing was right or wrong.
When he made it to the twentieth strike, he stopped in order to finger fuck me again. This time a little faster and a lot harder. My legs opened even wider, and my ass pushed up into the air seeking more. I felt that familiar tightening in my belly, and knew I was going to come embarrassingly quick, when his fingers stopped plunging, and I felt myself being rolled over onto my back.
Mack leaned over my body and pulled my arms up towards one of the posts at the end of the bed. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of black velvet fabric. I watched as he quickly and deftly secured me. When he sat back up, his eyes were fixated on my chest. Looking down my body, I saw what had caught his attention. My breaths were coming quicker, making my chest rise and fall, drawing attention to my pebbled nipples highlighted by the black lace of my bra. My back arched in a silent invitation that he wasted no time whatsoever in accepting.
His mouth worked at my chest, teeth nipping and scraping against each nipple. His tongue swirled, and his mouth sucked. I found myself writhing under him on the bed and each time my thighs rubbed against each other, I became more aroused. It didn’t matter how much I wanted it, he just kept taking his time, slowly savoring every inch of my chest.
“Mack,” I panted out. “I need you.”
He didn’t answer, though. He just kept torturing me with each delicious lick, suck and bite.
Finally. God. Finally, he drew my panties down my legs, and his hands spread me wide. He settled between my legs and made his way down to where I was wet and swollen for him. Wasting no time, he drove me to madness with a mix of gentle and hard sucks of my clit while his fingers worked me over with a thoroughness that was sheer bliss.
“Yes!” I cried out with enthusiasm as my legs stiffened and my pussy convulsed.
My body slumped into the mattress, but my languidness was short-lived as Mack’s mouth moved slowly over my skin and up to my neck, reigniting my need for more.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispered.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Do you want me to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me pounding inside you long after I’m gone?”
“Yes,” I whimpered my response.
“Do you want me to come in this tight little pussy of yours?” He accentuated his words by running his fingers through my wetness.
“Mmmm.” My legs shifted restlessly and my hips lifted up towards his fingers, seeking friction.
“Do you want to come on my coc
k?”
“Yes,” I cried out as two of his fingers plunged inside me.
“Are you going to defy me ever again?”
Words wouldn’t leave my mouth as his fingers rode me hard. When I didn’t answer, he bit my nipple harder than anyone ever had causing me to cry out.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“No.” The word sounded torn from my chest it was so ragged.
“Good.”
With that he was gone. I opened my eyes and blinked, trying to ascertain where he went. I was met with the glorious sight of him mostly naked as he took off every stitch of clothing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his strong hands rolling a condom down his rigid length. And then he was on me and in me.
My arms strained against my binds wanting to touch him and hold him as he fucked me so damn good. His hips pounded into mine as he bucked against me. Since I couldn’t move, my eyes closed instead, and I relished in the feel of it, just letting it carry me away.
That was the great thing about sex with Mack. I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to chase an orgasm. All I needed to do was feel. And right then I could feel all nine inches of him inside me; the weight of him against my chest; the abrasion of his chest hair against my nipples; the way his ass muscles flexed under my legs with each push. All of it was so glorious. I couldn’t begin to imagine sex with another person ever again. The thought was both blackly exciting and downright terrifying at the same time.
“Spread high and wide.” At his words, I did just that. And that’s when Mack lost control and took me so hard there was no doubt I was going to feel him for days. The wildness in him made my orgasm come out of nowhere, and I shouted nonsensical words as he fucked me through it. Heaven.
“Fuck yeah. Sweet little cunt. Jesus,” Mack grunted as he planted himself deep and succumbed to his own climax. His body slumped into mine. His breath was heavy on my neck where his head was buried.
Turning my neck, I whispered in his ear, “I think it’s safe to say you liked my choice in lingerie… And that I’ll be disobeying you again.”
His body shook with laughter. He raised his head, and his beautiful eyes looked into mine. The softness there made my chest ache. “I look forward to it, buttercup.”
At that moment, I knew I was being careless and falling for the man. Too bad even if I could allow myself to keep him, I didn’t think he’d want to be kept.
* * *
It was after Mack untied me, and I put my panties back on along with a silk robe that fell just below my ass; I shuffled down to the kitchen and made us both sandwiches. Mack either stood with his hip against the counter watching me or behind me as his lips ran over my neck, and his hands caressed my belly, my thighs, and my ass. We went back up to my bedroom and ate our sandwiches in bed, and we each drank a bottle of beer.
We were lying in bed with our legs tangled as Mack sensually explored my now uncovered body with his mouth. My hands were threaded in his silky brown hair, casually running through the strands. It had only happened a few times, but whenever Mack left me unrestrained I took the opportunity to explore him as well. I’d be a fool not to.
All of our sexual encounters up until this point always led straight to a climax. They had purpose. Surprisingly, this one was leisurely and sweet. It was two lovers lazily taking in each other without any pretenses or races to the finish line. I was scared of what was happening, and of the fact that I was so easily allowing it to happen. The longer it went on, the more I came to terms with it. I decided to go with the flow and see where things would end up. There was no way I could walk away from him right then like I had all the others. Shit, the others never even got this much play with me, unless you counted Dr. Thompson… but he was just a fuck buddy.
“Why do you insist on domination?” I asked Mack. His head tipped back, and his alert eyes moved over my face.
“I like my sex with a side of kink.” His mouth broke out into that cocky grin I knew so well, and I shook my head.
“Hate to break it to you, but the things you’ve done to me are more like a main course than a side dish.”
“You caught that, did you?”
“It was hard not to,” I volleyed back. My stomach fluttered with our easy banter.
“Any objections?” He asked, and his face looked serious as his eyes moved over my face again.
“Only that I didn’t get to suck your cock earlier,” I said it in a teasing manner, but I was extremely serious. I loved it when he fucked my face. Almost as much as when he fucked my pussy. The thought was enough to set my libido into overdrive.
“Well, I aim to please. If your mouth feels empty, we need to get it filled.” He pressed his hardness into my hip, and his head dipped towards my ear. “Can you feel how hard I am just thinking about your little pink tongue wrapped around my cock?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. God could this man set me on fire with his dirty talk.
“I love when you suck my dick so hard that I can’t stop myself from coming down your throat.” Once he laid that hot one on me, he shifted his body so that his back was to the headboard, and his knees were cocked. His hand fisted his rock hard erection, slowly pumping up and down, giving me quite a show.
Moving quickly between his legs, I sat on my calves and watched with rapt attention as he stroked himself.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured as he tugged harder. “Waiting for me to give you instruction. Lean over and wrap your mouth around my cock, buttercup.”
I did as I was told—I did like being his good girl after all—and just as the tip of my tongue was about to make contact with his velvety smooth skin, my hospital pager went off on the nightstand.
Mack’s head darted to the side, and a look of disappointment clouded his features. I’m sure it matched my own. I gave his large and very hard appendage one last longing look before scooting out of bed and grabbing the pager. Seeing the code, I picked up my cellphone and dialed the hospital as I walked towards my closet to grab some clothes.
“Sibley Memorial Emergency Room,” the nasally voice said once the call connected. That sound always made me grit my teeth. Sweet girl… annoying voice.
“Hi, Laura. It’s Dr. Huntley.”
“Hi, doctor. We need you to cover the overnight shift tonight. Dr. Sears called out with a bug and we just received word a ten car pileup is going to be heading this way.”
I inwardly sighed as I dipped forward and pulled a fresh pair of panties up my legs. “I can be there in twenty minutes.” Looked like I was going to have to drive. Normally, I took the Metrobus into work—it gave me time to relax with a book or with my thoughts—except for when I was in a hurry. Driving in the city always made me a little antsy. I tried to avoid it. Byproduct of growing up in a more rural area I suppose.
“Great,” she muttered distractedly. “We’ll see you then.”
Setting my phone on the built-in dresser, I made quick work out of throwing on a bra and pair of dark blue scrubs. My hands expertly twisted and knotted my hair into a bun at the back of my head, securing it with bobby pins.
I found Mack sitting on the edge of the bed still gloriously naked… and still gloriously hard. Damn.
“Sorry, I have to go in. Call outs and a big accident. Rain check?” I cocked my head and looked his way as I slipped on my shoes, hoping he’d say yes.
“Yeah.” He got up and started dressing while I finished my shoes and started to pack my messenger bag with spare clothing and a few other items I might need. His voice had me pausing in my efforts and looking up at him. “When can I see you again?”
“I’m not sure.” I went back to rummaging in the bag and shoving a cell charger inside it.
“Tomorrow?”
“Working. Double shift,” I murmured and turned to grab my Kindle in case I had some down time.
“Sunday?” He asked.
“I have a friend coming over.” His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened when I said that.
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“John Katz,” I answered but really should have thought better of it. If he looked irritated before, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. Deciding it was best to assure him, I hastily continued, “He’s just a friend.”
“You sure about that?”
I fought the roll of my eyes at his accusatory tone. “Yes.”
He sighed, but thankfully dropped it. “Fine. Monday?”
“Shift at the Rape Crisis Center.”
“Tuesday?” He persisted.
“Shift at the Women’s Shelter.”
“Wednesday?”
“Another double shift.”
“What are you running from?” His change in questioning made me do a double take. I stopped dead in my tracks on my way to the bedroom door and turned to face him.
“I’m not running from anything.”
“Bullshit. If you weren’t then you wouldn’t have to have something scheduled for yourself just about every damn day of the week.”
“You don’t know a thing about me,” I argued. He was cutting a little too close to the bone for my liking.
“I do too.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because I’m running too.”
“What? I don’t believe you,” I sputtered. His admission threw me for a loop. My curiosity immediately piqued.
“I met my wife when we were sixteen. Married her when we were twenty-one.” His eyes took on a haunted look as he aimed them somewhere past me. Finally he choked out, “She died two months before her twenty-third birthday.”
“Holy shit,” I gasped. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He always made no bones about not wanting commitment or seriousness from me. What we had only pertained to the bedroom… and kitchen, living room, bathroom, stairs, oh and let’s not forget the supply room. I was surprised that he had such a serious relationship in his past. I thought he was a bachelor to the core. Albeit a kinky one.
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