by Shae Black
How many times will this man pulverize my tender heart with his need for me? As many times as it takes is the only answer to that question, and for as long as it takes.
Chapter 22
After untangling myself from Marcuss embrace I move to the elevators and jump a foot when they slide open and Mr. Black and Elijah are there inside waiting. “Shit, you scared the crap out of me!” I shake my hands at my sides trying to rid myself of the adrenaline rush. “Sorry Imani, we couldn’t go far after all that’s happened.” Elijah replied. “Yea, about that. Where the hell were you earlier when I really did need you?” I whisper loudly widening my eyes for effect but I don’t give him time to answer. “Cat got your tongue?” Elijah begins to open his mouth to speak but I hold up my hand. “No never mind, I need help taking him to his room, he says if we don’t he will just do it himself and you know he will.”
I lower my voice for the next part just in case Marcus has supersonic hearing, which he probably fucking does. “Erase that section of the video surveillance before he sees it.” Mr. Black nods in agreement and Marcus interrupts us. “I’m pulling this thing out and I know you are scheming Imani, you are terrible at being sneaky.” Shit, shit, shit, I need a good excuse and fast! Oh what the hell? I’ll never get away with lying, better to just avoid the truth.
The three of us leap into action, Elijah grabbing a wheel chair and Mr. Black and I helping Marcus off the gurney. “You know you should stay here a little longer don’t you? Just saying.” I shrug. He looks at me with sleepy eyes that say duh. “Ok, ok I had to try.” Marcus sneers at the wheelchair and I’m sure he would refuse it if he weren't so weak from this afternoon’s ordeal. “Come on Mr. Castillo, let’s get a move on then.” I tease and snicker. “You are building a strong case for punishment Ms. Jefferson, you’re lucky I adore you so much.” Crap, yea I’m lucky all right, as long as this Marcus stays put and the other Marcus far, far away.
I wonder if he’s “Punished” women in his past. I can’t worry about that right now, I’ve got to focus all of my attention on the upcoming visit from Dr. Carlson, he’s the key to our happiness. I pray he is anyway.
Back in Marcus’s bedroom I give the guys a wide eyed look and tilt my head toward the door in hopes that they understand what I want. They need to get that video erased and I need to get this man in bed. “I’ll be right outside the door.” Mr. Black says. “And I’m going to talk to Maria about dinner plans, I’ll bring it to you both in here if you like?” Elijah offers. “Yea that’s ok, in here is fine thank you both.” I tidy up a little, putting the things we purchased this morning away with one eye always on Marcus.
He’s got his computer out, first thing he requested once he was in bed. He can see now and wants to make the most of it catching up on work I guess. “Stop all that and come over here with me.” I finish up drawing the tasks out a little. I’ve dedicated myself to this, I’m not going to be afraid of him. Well, I’m going to try my best not to be.
It’s not this Marcus I’m fearful of anyway, just the uncertainty of the other side of him breaking through. “You’re stalling.” he notices, crap. “I am not, this room is a disaster. We just came home earlier and dumped everything to nap.” “Well let’s finish what we started then, come here.” I start to approach. “Stop. Undress for me.” that commanding voice…my sassy mouth stays silent and once again I find myself doing as he says without a second thought. Already shoeless I begin to unbutton my shirt slowly and he holds up a finger indicating I should pause.
My fingers freeze while I watch as he reaches for my iPad on the table next to the bed, someone must have found it and returned it to Marcus’s room. He taps a few times and music begins to flow, after which he makes a fanfare in my direction indicating I should return to undressing. The music isn’t especially sexy or heavy but soft and exotic.
I let it seep through my skin and fill me with the intended sultriness and close my eyes. My fingers unbutton to the slow beat and I hear Marcus rustle ever so quietly from the bed. I don’t need my eyes open to know where he is, I’m beginning to feel his essence and presence in the air around us.
He’s circling me, slowly, my breathing picks up. I feel like an animal that’s being preyed upon on and knowing there is nowhere to run, no escape. But this animal isn’t afraid of being caught, quite the opposite, I’m excited beyond belief. My shirt open, I begin to shrug to remove it but he steps to me and without touching my skin slides it off and tosses it aside. “You’re doing so well.” he breathes in my ear, his warm breath hits my skin and I’m trembling.
“Do you trust me?” he says softly in my opposite ear and I nod yes. I do trust him, completely, as long as he stays him. But so far I’ve been able to feel the shift in the atmosphere around us when the Marcus I loathe is present. I feel none of that now. Next, something very soft tickles my shoulders right before he circles my head with his hands and covers my eyes with the silky material. What the…?
I suck in a sudden sharp breath of fear. I may have had multiple surgeries to hide my physical scars but the emotional damage can never be erased. “Shushhh, its silk, and I’ll tie it loosely, see?” He does and I can’t really feel the blindfold other than my long eyelashes feathering against it when I try to open my eyes.
Purple silk is all I can see when I do but I close them again, making the blindfold virtually nonexistent. “Mmm, I knew you could do it baby, now out of the rest of those clothes.”
I unbutton my jeans and I hear him go to the door and close it with a soft click and pad across the plush carpet back to his former position behind me, still not touching. No sexy way to get out of these jeans, they are too tight. I wiggle my ass, again feeling the music and using the rhythm, not exactly a strip tease but it’ll do. I bend at the waist getting out of the jeans and Marcus hisses in a breath. “Stop.” I’m touching my toes, nearly done shedding my clothes and he wants me to stop? I hear him kneel behind me, so close the heat from his body touches mine, still no physical contact though.
His breathing is suggesting a strong attempt at staying in control. A warm puff of his breath hits my ass and he surrenders, hands surround my ankles and I feel his soft hair against my leg as he works each foot out of the jeans. Leaving me in sheer purple panties and a matching push up bra. I try moving again but he stops me with his hot hand on the small of my back. I still and that hand begins to glide over the round cheek of my ass and he moans placing both hands on me now.
I’m soaring in a purple ethereal universe. He has guaranteed I’m not going to peek with the scarf over my eyes and I understand, he can see now and I can’t. The tag teaming of caring for each other that has gone on our entire relationship continues and right now he’s taking care of me. His Fingers slide up hooking under the edge of my panties and he pulls them gently back and down my legs.
Cool air hits my core when they drop to my ankles which are now being grasped as he spreads my legs exposing everything he wants, and all that I want him to have. “Ahhh, God Imani…to see you again…and like this…fuuuccckkk.” His Hands roam up my legs more leisurely than I would like and I start to feel the effects of the blood rushing to my head from being in this position for too long.
“Come…stand up and move to the bed.” As always, he knows what I’m experiencing. I hear him rise from his knees and circle around to my front, he takes my hands to lead me to the bed. I allow him to direct and do with me as he pleases, because ultimately it pleases me just as much, if not more. Able to breath better, my head clears and he faces me toward the mattress again away from him and assists me in bending over face down on the bed. My arms above me I’m able to relax a little but not much more as the room is engulfed in an electric charge that crackles between our bodies.
Hovering over me I hear his own jeans drop to the floor and he kicks them aside. He was already shirtless, we cut it off of him in the Castillo mini hospital. The palm of his hand moves up my spine until it reaches the clasp of my bra and he unhooks it but makes no
further moves to take it off. He wants access to my bare back.
A soft crack of his joints as he kneels again behind me catapults my heart into my throat. The things this man can do with no more than a graze of his fingers and a hot breath…shit… Hands on my ass again, he slides them down until his thumbs are wet from me. My God I want him to go faster, to touch more of me, to taste all of me! “Please...” I whimper and he obliges with much more than I anticipated.
Marcus’s tongue runs along one side of my sensitive folds and then the other, spread open with his thumbs. I grasp the comforter with both hands above my head and try like hell to relax but it’s instinctual to clamp down around him. “You taste so sweet, and you smell like cotton candy, how appropriate as I have always had a sweet tooth where you are concerned. I’ll never get enough of you my Imani.” And with those words he’s there, mouth covering me, teasing my clit, lapping every drop of my essence, circling and moving until I’m writhing over him, panting and moaning with abandon, nearing the explosion he is coaxing from my body so skillfully.
With lust, his hands join in the attempt to drive me insane and he circles my clit with two fingers and raises up further so his tongue is no longer torturing me in its usual place but a forbidden area that we have never explored. He pauses right below where he wants to be as if asking permission and without a thought I press back against his mouth and he gives my ass the exact same treatment the rest of my body has received. I yell out in ecstasy unable to hold back. I come with a scream, balling up the comforter around my head so the sound is muffled.
After rolling my eyes back into my head so hard it hurts, I ride out the waves of pleasure like a surfer trying to get that last little bit out of a monster wave, making it last until the surfboard slides onto the sand of the beach. “Oh my...” I can’t even finish the exclamation. I’m on sensory overload and every single nerve ending is hypersensitive.
“You are exquisite my lady. I could kneel here all night looking at you.” And I’d sure as hell let him! But of course, he doesn’t. He stands and pauses before laying his body over mine in the same position. I can feel the throbbing solid length of him pressing against my bottom and he buries his face in my hair, sliding his hands up my arms and encouraging my fingers to release the bedding.
When I have, he begins kissing a path from the nape of my neck down to the small of my back and back up until I’ve relaxed some. “Turn over.” he commands and raises off of me just enough so I can squirm onto my back under him. I wrap my legs around his waist locking my ankles. He slips my bra off and places it next to us. Lacing his fingers through mine he presses my arms against the mattress but doesn’t let go of my hands. The tip of his cock is poised at my entrance and it would take only an infinitesimal movement to bring us together but I wait.
I’ve learned waiting with Marcus brings so much more pleasure than rushing, a lesson he literally pounded into me before I understood and submitted. is, he slides into me with no effort. I’m soaked and he puts a hard thrust at the end making me gasp. “Fuck Imani…you are my perfection, nothing I’ve ever possessed is more satisfying than you are. I need to give it all to you, everything I own, every emotion, every moment of time, everything…” Thrust after thrust those words repeat over and over in my mind and we begin to match the music with our rhythm.
Squeezing my legs around him in anticipation of orgasm number two he covers my mouth with his, taking my breath, breathing my heart and soul into him every time we gasp for air I know two people could never be closer or more connected than we are on every plane, every level. His release and mine crash together simultaneously as I bite down on his shoulder and he roars in pleasure and pain.
Everything is heightened for me by taking one of my senses away and forcing the others to focus. I know now what Marcus meant when he once said that he could die a happy man at that moment because I feel the exact same way right now.
Chapter 23
Waking in Marcus’s arms is an addictive experience that I’ll never get enough of. Drawn in tight, my back to his front, we have both slept hard through the night, something neither of us is accustomed to doing. I blink a few times trying to focus, I’m still a little confused when I wake up. I’ve gone from sleeping in my own apartment for 10 years to Marcus’s Seattle home back to my childhood home, Marcus’s Aunt’ Angelica’s home and now yet another mansion of Marcus’s in Italy. I stare out the window that faces the lake and see a light snow falling outside, how many days until Christmas? I count in my head, shit 10 days away? Can that be right? I repeat the count and realize that yes indeed I only have 10 days to figure out gifts for my family and friends and Marcus.
Good lord, is there anything you can even give a man like him? I’ll have to be very creative and sneaky, now that he has his sight back he’s not going to miss a thing, as if he ever did. I toss around gift ideas for a while and develop a plan to order Christmas online and have the gifts shipped to the states. Marcus still has a steady breathing pattern and I assume he’s sleeping, I want to call Dr. Carlson and see how soon he will be arriving but leaving the warmth of Marcus’s embrace is impossible.
First, because who would want to and second, because he’s incredibly solid and I can’t lift the leg he has wrapped around mine. “You’re gears are really turning this morning.” I jerk at his unexpected words. “You’re awake?” “Mmhmm, I’ve been watching the snow with you for 5 minutes.” How did I miss that? His body gave no indications that he was awake. “What are you thinking about?” “You mean you don’t already know? Usually it’s you who tells me what I’m thinking, sometimes before I realize myself.” “Well I have an idea but I thought I would give you an opportunity to tell me for a change.” “Gee thanks, what was your idea? Now I’m intrigued.”
“We’re watching it snow, thousands of miles from home with no definite return plans, you’re missing your family and friends, it’s almost Christmas so that’s on your mind and finally I’d say you are figuring out how you’re going to get gifts dispersed to them. How did I do?” I roll my eyes and twist in his arms to face him, his beauty stuns me, even after all this time he’s still majestic, beautiful. God must have been in a special mood the day he created Marcus. “You’re too much.” He kisses me on the nose. “But I’m right aren’t I?” I wrinkle my brow and admit “Yes, yes you are.” “So, online shopping today?”
I bury my face in his chest and he draws me in closer. “Yes, if I ever get out of this bed.” “Not happening anytime soon baby.” “So, what are your plans for today?” “To stay right here and make love to you as long as you can tolerate it, and then an hour or two longer. Maybe a bite to eat, a bath with you and then back to bed. What do you think?” “Sounds like heaven.” And with a moan he’s on top of me and we start our day off with a bang, making love.
We snack in bed, soak in the tub and then you guessed it, back to bed. I could get used to this. It’s always when things seem too good to be true that I get smacked across the face with a big fat dose of reality, so I have never completely allowed myself to be happy.
The snow has stopped but more than I had expected accumulated and I have the urge to go outside in it. Even snuggled in the warm cocoon of love and sex I feel an unexplainable urge to throw a snowball at Marcus which makes me smile. I’m sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed with the soft blue sheet over my shoulders. I know Elijah and Mr. Black have seen me from more angles than I’ve ever seen myself courtesy of the security cameras but I try to get lost in the moment when Marcus and I are intimate so I don’t feel their eyes on us.
Just sitting here talking I feel more vulnerable. “Why do you love purple so much, and why have you strayed from it in this room?” I’ve been wondering about the purple forever but never actually posed it as a question. Marcus leans against the headboard, fingers laced behind his neck and ankles crossed. “I told you it represents royalty remember?” “No, I mean the real reason, I know there’s more to it than that, and nobody chooses one color
so often without a special reason.”
“So now you can look into my mind as well?” “Yes, I can.” I nod my head once curtly and cross my arms over my breasts. “Chilly?” “No, just, I…” “The cameras?” “Yea, I know they’re watching us, it’s weird. Now out with it, purple, what’s up with that?” He sighs, “Ok, it’s not that big a deal, really. My Aunt Angelica wasn’t always blind, she lost her sight when she was 14 and her favorite color was purple. She often asked me to describe it to her, she always wanted to know what color something was, especially if it were purple.
I described it so many times that it easily became my favorite color. She told me fairy tales and described the royals clothing...always purple. So there’s the mystery of my color preference.” “What about this room, no purple in here.” “I didn’t decorate this room.” “Who did?” “Megan. She got sick of purple. I allowed her to change this room a few years ago.” Not particularly the answer I was expecting, and also not something I want to know but I asked didn’t I?
Sensing the tension he removes his hands and extends one to me, I rise to my knees taking the sheet with me. I crawl to him and straddle his hips. “Open the sheet.” Something about this man and his bossiness turns me into a compliant submissive puddle of obedience. I open the sheet and he takes the two corners from my hands pulling it over our heads.
I giggle and he smiles the warmest of smiles, all tension dissipates as he presses his lips gently on my mouth. My lips are swollen, partially from the vicious bite I received from him yesterday and partially from the hours of making love today. Remnants of the two sides of this man that I try unsuccessfully to figure out each day we are together. “I want to do something.” he says quietly as he tangles my hair in his fingers and backs away from my face enough to look me in the eyes.