by Marie Harte
“Good.” He rubbed his cock between her legs, coating himself in her release. “You gave me a nice orgasm, sub. Enough to work off my need. So now when I fuck your ass, it won’t be so rough. Isn’t that nice of Master?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” She swayed under him, breathless, excited, and scared of having that huge cock up her ass. Maggie hadn’t had anal sex in years, and the one time she’d tried it had been less than stellar. That guy had been nowhere near Mac in size.
In one swift thrust, he entered her pussy once more and took her breath away.
“Shit. You’re still hot. So wet.” He moaned and stilled, and she swore she felt him grow.
When he stopped, she wriggled her hips to get him to move, and he clenched her waist tight.
“Stop. Let me…” He withdrew and thrust slowly. “That’s it. My hard-on is back.” He removed himself from her body and wiped her cream down to her ass. “You’re wet enough. You’ll have to be,” he said softly.
She didn’t like the sound of that. “But—”
He put himself at her anus and pushed. The small breach felt good, surprisingly erotic. And then he hit a ring of flesh that refused to give. It hurt.
“You didn’t think that blowjob was your punishment, did you?” He laughed, a thick sound of angry need that turned her on without trying. “No, sub. You need a good assfucking.”
She heard his excitement, and it amped her own. No matter that she’d just come, she wanted to come again. With Mac in such a forbidden place, taking her from behind. She felt small and helpless under him. A totally foreign sense of self from the strong, independent Maggie. For some odd reason tears came to her eyes. Tears of relief, of confusion, but most of all, tears of joy.
“Accept Master. That’s it.” Mac thrust slowly, but he continued to move. “Push out and you’ll take me easier.” He sounded strangled. His fingers would leave bruises when he let her waist go, but the telling restraint eased a sigh out of her.
“Yes, Sir. Please, more.” Her breath hitched when he continued to penetrate.
The burn grew, as did the fullness. Such a wicked thing, having him there. Yet she couldn’t imagine anyone else owning her so completely. Dazed and taken, feeling completely under his spell, she trembled and waited for him to stop.
“You okay?” he rasped and finally ceased moving. “Christ, I’m in. All inside that tight, fuckable ass. You know how many times I used to dream about this? Every time you’d bend over in those tight shorts, every time you flaunted yourself after telling me to kiss your ass… I wanted to kiss it. To fuck it.” He leaned over her back and seated himself deeper.
She moaned, hurting yet aroused all over again.
“Yeah. That’s it.” He kissed her shoulder and the small of her back. Then he let go of her waist to hold her shoulders. “Oh, that’s good.” Mac withdrew a little, which eased the pressure inside her. And then he thrust forward again, getting better penetration because he used her shoulders to grip her. “Yeah.” He moaned and started fucking her, slowly, then faster as she moaned and pleaded for more.
More pain, more fucking, more feeling like a woman born to be owned.
“That’s a good girl.” He pumped harder, his balls slapping her pussy. “You feel good, Maggie.”
Hearing her name cemented something between them. He wasn’t imaging some other woman. No other sub or baby. She warmed and felt herself drift, lost in Mac and his hold over her body.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. Right up inside you.” He yanked her back against him, grinding against her hips as he groaned and came.
He didn’t let her go, even after she felt him soften inside her.
Mac eased his hands from her shoulders, stroking her back and hips as he straightened on his knees behind her. “Shit. I left bruise marks on your hips.”
“I like it, Sir.” She felt drugged.
“Good. Because I like seeing them there.” His satisfaction was hard to miss. “I left a lot of cum in you, sub. And you’re going to let it stay there.” He withdrew. “Get down on your belly while I go clean up.”
He left her and returned with a damp rag. As Mac cleaned her with a gentle touch, she started to come down off her high.
“You good, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” She sighed. “I don’t think I can move.”
He chuckled and finished with the cloth. She closed her eyes, content to lie there, even when she started to feel the cold.
“Can’t have you shivering.” Mac pulled the covers out from under her and tucked them both in. After a few moments, when she’d just started to fall asleep, drugged on his warmth, he spoke again. “Maggie, you okay?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You’d tell me if you weren’t, right? I mean, I’m your master. I told you to tell me the truth. You’re sure you’re fine?”
“I said so, didn’t I?” she wanted to snap but could barely think past the need to snuggle into his warmth.
“No discipline,” she thought she heard him say before he sighed and spooned her against him.
Maggie woke the next morning disoriented. She’d had the best dream ever. Total submission to Mac Jameson, and he’d been the best master she could have hoped for. Domineering, overwhelming, and so strong.
Something hard and hot nudged her from behind.
No dream. That was totally real. Her mind blanked as she processed how she felt about him. Then she smiled. “I rock.”
He chuckled against her neck and dragged her leg over his. On her side, she had little leverage to stop him. Not that she wanted to. When he thrust inside her and started fucking her, she didn’t argue.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” he ordered as he demanded her pleasure. Mac filled her, stretching out her tight pussy and then rubbing her clit with a callused thumb. “Come for me, sub. Come hard.”
She followed his lead, letting her body fall over the edge with him, caught in his pleasure as much as her own.
After a few moments, he withdrew and hauled her out of bed with him. “Time to shower.” He made a face. “You’re full of cum.”
She snorted. “Your cum. And don’t give me any more Master crap. We’re out of bed. It’s a new day.” She had to put herself back on equal footing and fast, because Maggie felt wobbly. She wanted to continue the subservience thing, to see how far they could take it. But that meant getting deeper with Mac. Mind-blowing sex added to fulfilled fantasies of a guy she thought she might really like scared the crap out of her.
“I knew you’d be like this.” He sighed and dragged her into the bathroom. He turned toward the toilet and she hightailed it out of there.
“I am not watching you pee.” That was way too intimate—a crazy thought considering what they’d done last night and this morning. But bathroom privileges meant relationship. Not going there.
After the toilet flushed and he came out with a frown, she pushed past him and locked herself in the bathroom.
“Hey,” he shouted through the door.
“Hold on.” After taking care of her needs, she turned on the shower, then let him back in. “Okay. Now we can shower.”
“You’re so controlling.”
She had to laugh as they washed up. Maggie watched him soap those impressive muscles, turned on yet comfortable with him. Which was just weird.
Mac watched her just as intently. “Wash your tits. Yeah, play with your nipples until they get nice and hard.” The spray of water covered his face, and drops clung to his lashes, making them look impossibly long. “I’m taking a mental picture.” He grinned. “The next time you’re giving me shit at work, just know I’ll be seeing you naked and covered in water and bubbles.”
She rinsed off. “Yeah? Well I’ll be ignoring your demands at work. All the while I’ll be remembering how good you were, coming in my ass. So big and full,” she whispered. When he leaned close to kiss her, she shoved him back. “Uh uh. Playtime’s over, big guy. I hate to kick you out, but I have work to do.”
He blinked. �
�What?”
“Sorry. I had a lot of fun. I mean, you were great.” She wanted to laugh at his crestfallen expression. Had he thought she’d bow at his feet all weekend? She’d had an itch he’d more than scratched, as well as a dangerous warmth in her heart for the stubborn man. Not something she wanted to explore at the moment. She needed to get back to work. And protect my heart, whispered her sense of self-preservation.
Mac’s frown slowly turned into a considering nod. “You’ve got a point. Time for me to go. I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow, huh?”
“Ah, right. Sunday.” She had a class at four. A new step aerobics routine to work through with her experienced Sunday group before the rush returned on Monday.
Mac got out first, and Maggie took some extra time to compose herself before turning off the shower and stepping out. She dried off and dressed in her room, ignoring Mac while he watched her with eagle eyes.
“What?” she snapped.
He buttoned his jeans and threw on his shirt, then stopped to stare at her. “Embarrassed? Don’t be, sweetness. You were terrific.”
She knew that tone. Oddly enough, his arrogance soothed her. People who annoyed each other as much as she and Mac did would never have a relationship. Nothing meaningful, anyway. The sex, that she could handle.
“Thanks, hunk-of-love,” she drawled. “You and that monster cock were impressive.” Then to goad him, she added, “A little quick on the draw, but you said you’d been in a dry spell, like me. So that makes sense.”
“Excuse me?”
Pleased she’d struck her target, she nodded. “Yeah. You really know how to work that Dom angle. Very sexy. You’re big and thick. You definitely know how to use what you’ve got. I was just surprised you were so, um, quick. But it was good,” she hastened to add.
“Yeah?” He glared at her, a familiar sight that turned her on all over again. “I’m thinking that next time you need a little more discipline. Some added punishment for being such a brat.”
A next time. She wanted to clap with glee. Who said blonds were dumb? Maggie had finagled another sexual encounter with Mac without asking for one or looking vulnerable. Instead, she’d let his pride work in her favor. He’d make her pay, she was sure, but man, she couldn’t wait.
She swallowed her satisfaction and finished dressing in her scrub clothes, what she normally wore when working in her makeshift studio. “Punish away if it makes you feel better, Mac.”
He snarled something before leaving her bedroom and slamming out the front door.
Game set and match. Maggie laughed out loud before making herself some coffee. She hummed a Christmas carol under her breath and thought about getting a tree. Her good mood lasted throughout the weekend and into the next week.
***
Two days later, Mac still had no idea where he’d gone wrong. He’d controlled the woman, had put her through her paces, and had the best damn orgasms of his life. She’d come hard too, had drenched him with her release and fallen asleep in his arms. A total girlfriend move that had freaked him out when he’d woken… until he’d felt her ass against his cock and had incredible morning sex.
So for her to dismiss him so casually, to have the nerve to accuse him of being “quick on the draw,” made no sense that he could understand. No one criticized his technique. Not since Mrs. O’Leary had shown him how to pleasure a woman, her graduation gift to the newly enlisted Marine, had Mac ever been close to being sexually lacking. And even then, Mrs. O’Leary had praised him for his enthusiasm.
“That little witch.” The hell of it was, he still wanted to paddle Maggie’s ass, then fuck her until she cried out his name. Somehow, she’d turned his dread of the morning after into a promise to be back for more, and all while insulting his pride and stamina in the same breath.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. It’s seven in the morning!” his uncle roared as he stumbled into the kitchen and ripped the plug of the coffee grinder out of the wall.
“Yo, Ian. I told you I needed to take the car in this morning.” Mac plugged the grinder back in and finished grinding the beans. Then he started the coffee pot and brooded.
“I thought you meant later in the day.” Ian frowned. “So the invite to spend the night wasn’t for some early morning bonding. Thank God.”
Mac thought it funny people often thought of them as father and son. Especially since Mac took after him, or so he’d been told. Ian looked years younger than fifty-five. He lifted and ran like a maniac, a former Marine and proud of it. Like Mac, he took stock in action, not words. Ian had never hurt for female companionship, Julie’s betrayal notwithstanding. Mac loved the arrogant bastard, and he’d never forgotten how Ian had changed his life to take in his wayward nephew.
But Mac still liked aggravating the man. “Sorry, Uncle Ian. I forget you old people need your rest.”
“Fuck off.” Ian grumbled as he slammed through cupboards before finding a mug. He interrupted the coffee flow to pour himself a cup, then sat down and glared at Mac. “So where were you Friday night? You still haven’t said. Geo and I had planned on pizza night.”
“I had a date.” With the most annoying woman to walk the face of the planet. But that ass... Shit. He wanted another shot at her. At it—her ass. Just a body part. Lusting after Maggie didn’t mean he thought of the blond as more than a sexual companion.
“Well?”
“Well what?” Mac asked, irritated with the third degree.
Ian’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t get that tone with me.”
“Hey, you told me fuck off.”
“I raised you. I can tell you to eat shit, and you should say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and get busy spooning it up.”
Mac grimaced. “Please. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”
“Pussy.”
Mac grinned. “Nice mouth.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Ian guzzled his coffee. “So who’s the lucky lady?”
“Some chick. No one special.” He didn’t want his uncle nosing into his affairs. The big mouth had taken to training Geo, Shane’s younger brother, who had a huge crush on Maggie as it was. Geo would find out about Mac and Maggie, and he’d no doubt tell Shane Mac was “boning” her. Then Shane would pressure Mac to go easy on her tender sensibilities while pulling him into romantic double dates and couples crap.
Mac should go easy? Hadn’t he told Shelby Maggie might be the one to break his heart? Not that he had a heart to break, but she’d kicked his ass out after he’d given the woman orgasms. Who the hell did she think she was?
“Oh yeah. Woman problems.” Ian chuckled. “The silence is telling. I’d like to meet this one.”
“She’s nobody. Now how about you get your senile ass into the shower so I can get a ride to the gym? And hey, make a decision, would you? Are you in or out? You want me running the gym or not, because I need to make plans.”
Mac itched to move on. He’d been working at the gym, in limbo for the past two years, while his knee recovered and he settled into civilian life. No longer a part of the Corps, he nevertheless felt a need to surround himself with discipline and order. He’d been filling his uncle’s shoes at Jameson Gym while Ian resolved some investments and business decisions. But Mac was tired of waiting on his life. Being dissed by Maggie only made it worse. He’d waited on her ass long enough. Now he planned on showing her how to behave with her master. Time to take back control of everything.
Ian sighed. “Boy, I’m not sure of anything. I finished up with New York. I’m officially consolidated. But the gym… You’re doing a fine job. Why not keep on as you’ve been?”
“So you can putter around on vacation while I do all the hard work?” Mac snorted, well aware of his uncle’s antics. “Please. You’re paying me less than a temp’s wages, and I’m not even getting vacation time.”
“You’re getting pussy,” Ian said bluntly. “You should be thanking me.”
“Nice.” He scowled. Maggie was more than pussy. Aggravating, cute, sweet, and demonic. A woman with
issues, because no one ever told Mac to leave. It was always the other way around. Always. Without fail. Until now.
“Anyway,” Ian continued. “After I drop you off today, I have plans. So you’ll need to get a ride home.”
Mac sighed. “I guess we’re done talking about my future. I’ll just keep trudging away while my family takes advantage.”
Instead of feeling bad, Ian stood and slapped him on the back hard enough to make him choke. The bastard had a mean right, and he’d never been intimidated by Mac. “Good boy. Now make me some eggs while I shower. And don’t burn them.”
After Ian left, Mac swore as he slaved over the stove. Ian wouldn’t appreciate the touch of curry or hint of parmesan in the eggs. He wouldn’t thank Mac for the added bacon and toast. An image of Maggie moaning over Mac’s stir fry suddenly came to mind.
“Maybe I should cook for her again before I spank the crap out of her. Quick on the draw my ass.” He slammed a few pans together while he finished his uncle’s breakfast, determined to show the woman who was boss, once and for all.
Ian watched his nephew banging pots with fascination. Definitely woman problems. Geo had been picking his brain Friday night. The high school senior had a bright future ahead of him. The boy was popular with the ladies, had a few leads on football scholarships and a giant brain to match his ego. A great kid who reminded Ian a lot of Mac. Or the way Mac used to be.
He frowned and wondered if he’d been to blame for his nephew’s change. Mac had been a steady kid, not taking after his loser of a mother or troubled father. As much as Ian had loved his brother Brian, Brian hadn’t been strong enough to handle Marissa. When Brian had died, Marissa had left without looking back, leaving Ian with an eight year old and no way to care for him except to leave the Corps and start over.
At the time, Ian had thought his life had ended. Instead, it had just begun. He loved Mac to death, but the stubborn bastard couldn’t see past Ian’s mistakes to a bright future of his own.
He refused to commit to a woman, and if anyone needed an honest relationship, it was Mackenzie Jameson. The boy had been left too many times by those he loved. First Brian, then Marissa. He’d formed a tight bond with Julie, Ian’s biggest mistake and regrettable heartache. He’d poured his heart and soul into the woman. Unfortunately, so had Mac.