Matched for Keeps

by Stevie MacFarlane

  "Extend your hands," he demanded softly.

  Susan complied, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as he fastened the smooth cuffs securely around her wrists.

  "Marcus, is this really necessary?" she asked. "I'll do whatever you want me to," she offered shakily.

  "Yes, you will," he agreed, "but as you pointed out so succinctly earlier, it's my dime and I quite like seeing you this way. Your blush is charming," he said lightly pinching her nipple. "Now, turn toward the bed," he instructed, taking her hips in his large hands and positioning her to his satisfaction. "Bend over; I want to see your lovely little ass on top of those pillows awaiting my attention."

  Susan stomped her foot, completely forgetting that although she couldn't see him, he could clearly see her and she was rewarded with a crisp slap to her butt.

  "Now, now, little girl, let's not have any of that, at least not so early in the game," he advised. "Your hairbrush is easily within reach," he warned, smiling.

  "Ow, sorry," she mumbled, letting his hands help her onto the bed.

  "I'll let it go this time, after all I am a very generous employer," he said as he adjusted the pillows beneath her tummy, "but you should be aware that any further rebellion will be dealt with in a manner you'll find most unpleasant. Extend your hands forward and you may rest your head on them for the time being," he said as he stepped back to admire the view.

  Susan was torn. What she most wanted to do at this moment was kick back with her foot and hopefully catch him in a very painful place. This was a most humiliating position and she was fuming. Struggling to find a comfortable spot for her head, she tried to blow the hair away from her sweaty face. The fact that she was hornier than she'd ever been in her entire life was the second blow to her pride. She was sure she was soaking the pillows with her juices and she could smell her arousal over her perfume. It was galling, and before she could stop herself, she once again let her mouth run away with her common sense.

  "Marcus?" she whispered.

  "Yes, my dear?" he replied as he gently tugged on the anal plug, gauging how easily it could be removed.

  "You are a complete and utter ass," she offered sweetly, her voice dripping with honey.

  Marcus laughed, placed his hand firmly on the small of her back and plucked the plug from her bottom as she squealed in shock at the quick, sharp pain.

  "That really hurt," she hissed over her shoulder.

  "And I might really believe that if you hadn't just gushed and filled my hand with honey," he shot back, still chuckling as he cupped her core.

  "I hate you," she groaned, letting her head drop onto her arms as a sob escaped.

  "Well, I know you won't believe it, but I adore you my flame-haired little brat and never more so than when you're working your way up to a spanking as you are now with your sassy mouth," he replied calmly as he picked up a bottle of lube and proceeded to spread the warm liquid around her bottom hole.

  "What is that?" Susan demanded with a sniffle as her head popped up. "It's hot."

  "Nonsense, it's a warming lube with a built in numbing agent. Something you will appreciate in short order," he informed her as he added more lube and plunged his thick finger into her tight opening.

  "Please Marcus," Susan pleaded, even as her hips rose to accept his invasion. "This is too much. Stop it this instant!"

  Marcus stopped as she requested, with one hand firmly holding her in place, ignoring the futile kicking of her legs. Unfortunately his other hand was stuck tightly to her ass, his finger deeply planted in her bottom.

  "Too much what Susan?" he asked silkily. "Too much pain or too much pleasure?"

  "Too embarrassing," she cried, her voice muffled as she fought for control.

  "Nothing that two consenting adults do to bring each other pleasure is too embarrassing," he informed her, returning to his thrusting pattern.

  "Do I look like a consenting adult?" she yelled over her shoulder.

  Marcus studied her and thought about it for a second before replying. "No, you look like a naughty young lady getting her comeuppance. Your bottom is still slightly pink from your defiance earlier this evening. Your lovely pussy is literally dripping in preparation for my possession. Now if only you would shut up and accept your discipline like a good girl, I may, at some point, actually let you come tonight," he said sighing in phony exasperation. Had her eyes not been covered she would clearly see just how much he was enjoying this whole scene. Rock hard, his balls felt so tight he feared they might burst; he removed his finger from her ass and picked up another plug. This one was marvelous and had cost him a small fortune. Bigger than the first one he'd used, this one was metal, heavy and had a built in multi-speed vibrator controlled by a handheld remote. It was cold to the touch, but would warm up quickly once inside her snug little passage. The salesperson had assured him it would be impossible to ignore its presence and Marcus could see why, weighing it in the palm of his hand before coating it with lube.

  It took patience, a bit of coaxing and a few smacks on the ass before the plug was fully lodged in Susan's bottom. She had wiggled, pleaded, fought and tried to push it out, all to no avail. He would have his way, he informed her. He had a signed contract in his office and he intended to see her honor it. If she was going to consider herself his employee, then she was going to follow the rules to the letter. By the end of their little battle, Susan was humping the pillow, praying each brush of the soft fabric would bring her relief. Marcus quickly disabused her of that notion and pulled her from the bed, pushing the pillows aside.

  Steadying her on her trembling legs, Marcus brushed her hair back and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Even you tears tempt me," he whispered before pulling her against him and kissing her so passionately she forgot to breathe. As she began to sag in his arms, he regained control and pulled away. Sitting on the bed, he held her before him and stroked her gently to calm her. His lips trailed across her shoulder and moved to her breast, teasing the nipple to a hard little bud he drew into his mouth to ravish.

  Susan flung her head back with a cry and offered herself to him with abandon, her hair spilling down her back. She was shaking so badly, Marcus was forced to wrap his arm under her ass, pulling her tightly to him and forcing the plug deeper. Her cuffed hands were useless and the fluid trickling down the inside of her thighs was driving her crazy.

  "Please Marcus," she begged. "Take me, take me now."

  "Not yet, Red," he groaned hoarsely as he reached for the nipple clamps and quickly attached one to her glistening tip. Immediately he moved to her other breast, preparing it for the second clamp as the guttural moan tore from her throat. Sucking firmly he paused to slap her hands that frantically reached for her clit. "Ah, ah, ah," he warned. "That's not acceptable and you know it. Even if your hands could reach that precious little spot, I wouldn't allow it," he said sternly as he applied the last clamp to her pouting nipple.

  Susan was beyond rational thought. Each jiggle of her breasts sent a shock wave of pain and pleasure directly to her womb. She tried rubbing her thighs together for relief, but Marcus inserted his large foot between her feet, preventing that. All thoughts of embarrassment had long since fled her mind and she was a quivering mass of need, weeping from both ends. At this point she had no idea what else he was going to do to her. She could no longer remember what was on the bed and the blindfold had her listening intently for any little sound that might indicate something she needed to know, but all was quiet.

  Marcus was taking in the experience like a man possessed. He registered every little moan and cry. The sight of her with her nipples, pouty and proud in the pretty clamps, had him biting his own lip to keep in the groans. Her cheeks were red and her pale skin glistened from head to toe. Sliding his hand between her thighs, she was so slippery he shivered and snatched his hand away before she could feel it. He has purposely avoided her clit all night, knowing she would come in seconds and he wanted her to appreciate this lesson. Finally after taking several deep breaths he wa
s able to pull himself together.

  "All right baby, back up on the bed," he told her, helping her into position. "On your hands and knees, it's time for your spanking."

  "Marcus no," she gasped, struggling weakly.

  "Oh yes, you know this is my favorite part," he lied. In truth, he'd never been so desperate to fuck her.

  "Can't I at least have a pillow?" she pouted prettily.

  "So you can hump your pretty little pussy against it?" he laughed richly. "No you may not. I want you to feel each and every spank to the fullest, and according to you, you have a paycheck to earn."

  "Oh my God, I'm sorry," she cried. "I swear I didn't mean it, baby. I know we're more than employer and employee; I was just scared to admit it, scared of what you make me feel. Please, Marcus."

  "Don't fret my love; I'm not one to hold a grudge. Perhaps tomorrow we may begin again, but for tonight it shall be just as you said," he offered, stroking his hand over her ass. "You know I would much rather have you over my knee for this, but I can't trust you to behave. As I told you in the beginning, you will come when I bring you to it, so let's get this over with. After tonight you might want to think twice about reducing us to this level."

  "Can't I at least have a safe word?" she cried, tears falling freely. It was apparent now how much she'd hurt him and she regretted it deeply.

  "Safe words are for playing, my love, and I am not playing. No, for tonight we are exactly who you wanted us to be and you will submit to whatever I chose to give you," he informed her darkly.

  "Okay," she agreed sniffling. She had no one to blame but herself.

  Picking up her hairbrush, Marcus began to spank her, moving from one cheek to the other with a rhythmic cadence that took her breath away. He avoided the heavy plug in her bottom, but her thighs and sit spots were open game as far as he was concerned. Her words from earlier taunted him, "she wasn't a toy," "it wasn't about love, it was about sex and money," and he tried his best to keep his temper and pain out of it. But in the end he roasted her bottom to a fiery crimson color, and she hadn't tried to move out of position once. Her cries that usually brought him to instant hardness actually had the opposite effect and he was glad she was wearing the blindfold and couldn't see the pain in his eyes. Finally, Marcus laid the brush aside and rested next to her on the bed, rubbing her back despite his vow not to comfort her. When she had settled down sufficiently he stood and pulled her hips until her bottom was at the very edge of the bed.

  He entered her in one mighty thrust, his way greased by her bountiful liquid, but it was still a very tight fit. The plug in her bottom changed the contours of her pussy, and he could feel the hard warm object gliding against his cock. He didn't move, just gripped her tightly to him, her hot bottom warming his belly as he held her impaled. Soon she began to twitch and wiggle, her pussy clamping around him, and he slipped his hand around her hip. Ever so gently he began to glide his finger over her clit in ever-firmer circles.

  Susan's scream caught him off guard as she exploded and it took all of his strength and control to keep her wiggling hips pinned tightly to him. His cock savored each and every contraction of her spasming pussy, but he was determined to maintain his sanity. When her cries turned to whimpers and her contractions became weak and sporadic, Marcus started to move, slowly withdrawing to the tip of his cock and gliding back in to the hilt. Gritting his teeth he refused to let her wiggle away. Although he was no longer directly touching her clit, he kept his finger right next to it providing stimulation that was constant, yet not overpowering. It wasn't long before her moan slipped out and she began to meet each thrust weakly; clearly she was exhausted, but he wasn't feeling much in the way of mercy. His own teeth were tingling as he took deep breaths and locked his knees.

  Slowly he moved his finger over a scant half inch, and she was off, behaving like a wanton angel as she ground against him, squeaking each time her sore ass brushed against his taut abdomen, yet always coming back for more. Susan, being Susan, tried to control the depth and speed of his thrusts, but Marcus wasn't having it, and he pinched her clit firmly until she relaxed in his grasp.

  "Sorry," she cried, giving a sigh of relief when he released her tender button.

  "So you should be," he said sternly, giving her a reminder spank on her red bottom. "Who is in control here?" he asked.

  "You are Marcus," she replied so meekly she didn't recognize her own voice.

  "Exactly, and see that you remember it. Now that I've allowed you to come once, I think I can safely put you over my knee, so keep that in mind, Red."

  Susan gulped and nodded as Marcus resumed his own painfully slow rhythm. After each firm plunge into her warm, wet pussy, he paused and held her in place, so full of his cock she could only pant. He had himself in hand now, and as long as he controlled her movements he felt he could go quite a while teasing her into madness. And he was right. Susan was begging and pleading long before he returned to her clit and brought her to another shattering orgasm after which she collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily but not moving a muscle.

  Marcus rubbed her back as he continued to slowly pump into her. Releasing one hip he picked up the remote and tucked it into the palm of his hand as he pulled her back in position and picked up speed.

  "Please Marcus, no more," she pleaded. "I can't."

  Marcus smiled and hit the button on the remote. Instantly Susan was babbling as she tried to get away until she realized the throbbing was coming from within her. Impossible to ignore, the powerful sensation soon had her grinding against Marcus and begging for him to shut it off.

  "Oh no, my love," he told her, enjoying every wiggle that accompanied the intense throbbing of her pussy. "This is just the beginning," he warned as he kicked it up another notch. His hand once again made the journey to the precious area between her legs. By the time he hit it for the third time she was on her knees but upright, pressed fully back against him as he bit her neck and stroked her with abandon. Her hips moved in a circular motion that drove him past the point of no return and they came together violently, shuddering and crying out with each pulse of the toy.

  Susan was screaming, "Shut it off" as Marcus tried to clear his vision to see which button would work. His own legs were so weak they could hardly support him and they collapsed on the bed, a tangle of limbs. Susan had ripped the blindfold off, but her hands were still cuffed. When Marcus showed her the secret release button she slapped him weakly on the shoulder and gulped in air as she flung them across the room.

  "You are going to take this out, right?" she asked, humping her ass tiredly.

  "Give me a moment to catch my breath," he replied, patting her on the butt and kissing her shoulder. Susan huffed.

  She was nearly asleep when Marcus was finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to the bedroom. She put up only a minimal fuss as he removed the plug and gently washed her. Dropping the items to the floor, he pushed her into the middle of the bed, wrapped his arms around her and fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  It was extremely unusual for Marcus not to answer his cell. Only a very limited number of people had the number and if they abused it, Marcus promptly blocked them, so when Ty's call went to voicemail for the third time, he became concerned. Marcus and Susan were combustible in Ty's opinion, and they wouldn't be the first couple that got into trouble trying out some new bondage technique, he thought with a grin.

  Brushing Kelsey's hair off her cheek, he leaned down to kiss her, waking her gently.

  "I'm going to run over to Marcus's place, Sweet Pea," he whispered in her ear.

  "Huh?" she replied sleepily, opening one eye.

  "It's nothing important. I just haven't been able to reach him on the phone and I want to tell him our plans. He has a ton of connections and may be able to get us a flight quicker than I can. Go back to sleep, baby," he ordered gently, patting her bottom. "I'll be back soon."


  "Okay," Kelsey sighed, snuggling back under the covers.

  Lord, she was beautiful, Ty thought as he left the room, closing the door softly behind him. He couldn't wait to make her his, permanently.

  The drive took less than ten minutes and Ty stood at the door knocking for another five before he used his key to let himself in. He immediately punched in the security code, disabling the alarm and headed to the office.

  Before Susan, it was not uncommon for Marcus to write late into the night and crash on the leather sofa, but he wasn't there. Ty noticed the pillows on the floor and picked them up. Marcus's desk was abnormally messy which was also out of character. There were clumps of used tissues on the floor, a wine bottle and two glasses that looked untouched and a glass of whiskey on the desk without a coaster that had already left a ring in the finish. No, there was definitely something wrong with this picture. Marcus had that desk custom made the first time he hit the bestseller list, and he would never be so careless with something he treasured. It was a symbol of his success and it meant more to him than any of the awards he'd received.

  Leaving the room, Ty made his way slowly through the downstairs before moving quietly up the staircase. He checked several rooms and all were empty. There was an eerie stillness to the place at a time when he should have smelled coffee brewing and heard Susan bitching about having to make an egg-white omelet or some such thing.

  Reaching the bedroom, he knocked several times before turning the lever and opening the door. To say he was shocked would be putting it mildly. The room looked like a tornado had gone through it. Even now, he wasn't sure something terrible hadn't happened.

  Marcus was in bed, well mostly, although one naked leg was actually hanging off the bed and on the floor, a very unusual sleeping position. The only part of Susan, at least he thought it was Susan, Ty could see was her naked, cherry red ass. The rest of her was completely buried under the comforter, including her head. Clothes were strewn everywhere and as he took a step into the room, softly calling Marcus's name, he tripped over his size 14 shoes, stumbled and crashed to the floor with an oomph.