Hot, Rich and Dominant 4 - Making a Scene
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Marc reached over for the box of tissues on the side of the bed and handed one to me. “Unless you have other plans, you’re mine. My only sub. My only girl.”
I began to mop up the remnants of my tears. “No other plans, Sir.”
He waited until I’d finished wiping my face, then pressed a slow, soft kiss to my lips. “Mine, then.”
“Yours,” I agreed, and went unresisting when he lay back on the bed, pulling me with him.
****
We dozed for a while in between kisses and soft, affectionate caresses. A while later, a question came to me. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did your father disown Serena?”
A darkness seemed to descend on Marc, making me wish I hadn’t asked.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell—”
“She’s a lesbian. My father wasn’t okay with that.”
I winced. Of all the horrible reasons to disown someone, doing it because they loved someone of the same sex was near the top of the list, in my opinion. “God, I’m so sorry. Is he really religious, or…?”
“No, he’s just an asshole who cares too much about his own reputation.” Marc shook his head. “I’d rather not talk about it. It was a pretty dark day for our family.”
I definitely understood that. “That’s fine.”
A few moments passed in silence, and I tried to find a way to lighten the mood. “Now I feel twice as stupid.”
“Hmm?” Marc tilted my chin to gaze down at me. There was a slightly haunted look to his expression that chilled me, but I decided not to ask, despite my curiosity to know exactly what had caused it.
I carried on with my original train of thought. “Being insecure that you were having an affair with your sister is embarrassing, but your lesbian sister? Even less likely to happen.”
Genuine amusement spread across Marc’s face, chasing away the shadows of his past. “Well, I wasn’t going to point it out, but now you mention it…”
“I’ll take my punishment for assuming the worst, Sir.”
Marc smoothed his hand over the bruises he’d put on my ass, making me gasp at the unexpected pain. “You will…when these have faded.”
I nodded a little reluctantly, hoping I hadn’t let myself in for something worse than I could handle. Before my imagination really went wild, though, Marc interrupted my thoughts. “Now sleep, my sub. It’s been a long, hard night and you need rest.”
Unable to resist, I giggled. “Long and hard? Yeah, that’s how I remember it…”
“Little minx.” Marc tugged on my hair, angling my head back so he could kiss me. For long moments, his lips lingered on mine, his tongue tasting and teasing. Then he broke away abruptly. “I mean it. Sleep, Eleanor.”
I snuggled closer and brushed my hand over his hardening cock. “Are you sure, Sir?”
Marc groaned as I ran my fingertips gently up and down his shaft. “You’re a disobedient little temptress.”
“I just want to please my Master,” I protested playfully, beginning to stroke him harder. His hips bucked involuntarily, encouraging my touch, and I knew I had him.
“Your Master, huh?” He gripped the back of my neck, squeezed a little, and I thrilled at the dominant display. Would I ever get enough of Marc Cassidy?
“Yes…Master.” I wasn’t entirely sure it was the mode of address turning him on until his cock became even more solid in my hand. “That’s more hardcore than being called ‘Sir’, right?”
He growled as I swirled my thumb over the head of his dick, rubbing his pre-cum over the skin lightly. “Yes. It’s generally what collared subs call their owners.”
A deeper level of submission, and the thought of it was driving him crazy? Interesting. “What do collared subs need to do that uncollared ones don’t?”
“That’s down to the individuals involved. Some view a collar as seriously as they would a wedding ring. Some just like their subs to know who they belong to, and wear a reminder of that at all times, but they’re more relaxed about the symbolism.” Marc ran his hand down my throat, as if imagining an official collar there. I tilted my head back, closing my eyes, and sped up my strokes beneath the covers.
“And what about you, Master? How do you see a collar?”
“Fuck, Eleanor,” he gritted out, and grabbed me by the hair, pushing me down. “Suck me, now.”
Only too happy to oblige, I wriggled down under the covers to take his hot, steel-hard cock in my mouth. Marc pushed down the blanket to watch me, and as I met his eyes the heat between my own legs intensified. He was mastering me with his gaze as much as with his hand in my hair—maybe even more. So hot…
“Since you asked, I see a collar as somewhere in the middle. A stamp of my possession and a serious commitment. And yes, my sub, I’m planning to collar you someday soon.”
I moaned approval around his cock, and he thrust right to the back of my throat as the vibrations teased him higher. I took him as best I could, pushing back the instinct to gag, and he began to slowly fuck my mouth. He was mindful of what I could take, but I sensed his need to just let go and pound deeper. I drew back with a gasp for air. “Master, thinking about you collaring me makes me so wet and hot for you… Please, would you fuck me hard?”
I’d barely gotten the words out when Marc dragged me up his body, then rolled me underneath him, crushing me beneath his weight for a breathless moment as we ground together. He shifted to position his cock at my entrance, and commanded, “Beg your Master for it, Eleanor.”
“Please, Master—please take your sub hard and deep. Be rough with me, use me, make me hurt, make me scream out for you, please please please—”
He slammed into me so hard that I cried out, and didn’t give me any time to recover before he withdrew and pounded in again, over and over. I clawed his back and buttocks in encouragement and let him use me, exactly as I’d asked for. Being on my back made each thrust hell on my bruised buttocks and thighs, but it was delectably arousing hell.
“Not gonna last, beautiful. Touch yourself for me.”
I arched my back so that his chest brushed my nipples with each one of his hard thrusts, and slid a hand down between us to rub my slick clit firmly. My pussy squeezed around his thick length and I moaned, my legs shaking as my orgasm crashed over me in a tidal wave of wet, tingling heat. “Master!”
Marc bit down on my shoulder with a muffled, masculine cry of pleasure, his entire body shuddering as he came deep inside me, grinding his pelvis against mine. I wound my arms and legs around him, holding him there, and as we struggled for breath he rolled us onto our sides, relieving me of most of his weight.
“Now sleep, or I swear to god, I will make you cook the most complicated meal I can think of from scratch tomorrow. And you’ll be doing it naked.” Marc punctuated his threat with a brief, hard kiss to my lips.
I winced and buried my head in his neck. “I’ll be good.” I debated calling him ‘Master’ again, but the idea of peeling vegetables and chopping onions was enough to make me toe the line. “Sir.”
Marc stroked his fingers over my bare neck with a thoughtful expression. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation, but felt the pull of sleep too strongly for any further interaction. With a faint smile, I let his touch lull me into oblivion.
* * * *
Dear Diary,
I’m so relieved that the mysterious blonde woman is Marc’s sister, but I get the feeling there’s more to the story than Marc’s letting on. I think something bad happened around the same time as Mr. Cassidy Senior disowned Serena. Something really bad, and it’s still affecting Marc’s life. He obviously hates his dad, so why is he working with him?
It’s none of my business, though, and I’ve got more immediate things to mull over—like the fact that Marc wants to take me out to play at a local club, and that he plans to collar me soon. I’m excited and scared all at once. Does Marc really feel as strongly about me as I do about him, or does he just have a fetish for being called ‘Master’? I wish I
knew.
One thing’s for sure—Marc makes me feel like no one ever has before, and I want to spend every moment I can with him. I just hope this issue at work that’s making him put in all this overtime is resolved quickly…
Author’s Note
Keep an eye out for the final instalment of Hot, Rich and Dominant, coming very soon! Thank you so much for reading, and for those who’ve been waiting months for this, your patience and kind words have meant the world to me. I’d love to know what you think!
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Also by Amy Valenti
Hot, Rich and Dominant
Hot, Rich and Dominant 2—Learning Curve
Hot, Rich and Dominant 3—Collars and Dollars
Little Tease (Rack and Ruin #1)
Model Submissive (Rack and Ruin #2)
Always the Quiet Ones
Battle of Thrills
Cornered
Die for Him
Dominance and Deception
Hidden Heat
Of Sawdust and Seduction
Shocked
Smoke and Mirrors
Switching Off
About the Author
Amy Valenti is a tarnished tease, and her mind has lived in the gutter since the day she realised what sex was. She hails from England, which she doesn’t find quite as exotic and sexy as the average US citizen seems to, but if people want to compliment her on her accent, that’s all fine with her! Her muses are many, fickle and very demanding.
She has a degree in creative writing and currently works as an editor. In her free time, she reads, writes and plays videogames. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have a laptop on her knee, she loves to curl up with friends and pets—and chocolate—for TV show and movie marathons.
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