She lay there, her body tingling all over. Her lungs burned, her body weak. Sofia had never experienced that kind of intensity before in her life.
When she’d come back down to earth and could breathe once more, she rallied up the energy to speak. “What was that?”
“You’ve never had a g-spot orgasm?” he asked with his wicked smile covering his lips.
“No,” she replied weakly. But she sure as hell wanted another. And soon. Marc could enslave her with those.
“Did you like?” he asked.
“Yes would be an understatement,” she answered.
Marc chuckled, sliding his fingers back inside her. “It was a stupid question to ask. Your body told me all I needed to know.”
He started to make the same motion, in the same spot, and she groaned. “I just came,” she said, laughing. Sofia tried to pull his hands away, but he refused her insistent tugs. Yes, she wanted another soon, but this was too soon.
“I think I need to show you who’s in charge here,” he said, withdrawing from her body.
Sofia took a deep breath, her head finally stopping its spinning.
Marc grasped the box and pulled out a long black strap, with what appeared to be Velcro on either end. He took one of her wrists and wrapped the thing around it. Too late, she realized his intentions. Within a matter of seconds, he had both her wrists bound and tied to the curved, wrought iron headboard.
“Marc?”
“Shhh…” he countered before slapping her ass cheek with one wide hand. The sting reverberated through her, and she couldn’t ignore the blistering heat the playful strike caused.
Marc went back to his task, inserting his fingers into her wet pussy. It was too much sensation, but he seemed unwilling to let the torture stop. Within a few more strokes, she was gripping the cuffs, her body pushed back to the edge. He’d found her weak spot and apparently planned to exploit it.
Oh and how he was exploiting it.
The initial overwhelming feeling subsided after a few moments, and all she felt was pure pleasure from his caresses. Mews came from her lips, little needful cries, as he plucked and rubbed her most sensitive of spots. Sofia’s back arched off the bed, the sensations swirling within her instantly, his fingers coaxing her higher and higher.
Again she came, violently, the orgasm so strong she screamed. And screamed. This wasn’t an orgasm she’d ever felt before. Her entire body tensed and tingled as the masterful wave crashed over her. Sofia couldn’t recall ever screaming like that, her body exhausted from the enormity of what he’d done to her.
After, she felt flayed, ripped open and completely vulnerable. Sleep drew her down into the bed, exhaustion making everything seem fuzzy around her. Sofia tugged at the bounds on her hands, but she didn’t have the strength to pull too hard.
Marc moved between her legs, the head of his cock prodding her entrance. He covered her with his muscular body, and she felt safe again. Wrapped in him, Marc was her shield, protecting her from the outside world. He sank within her an inch or two, the fatigue drifting away as her heart sped up.
“Wait, we need protection,” she whispered.
“I’m wearing a condom,” he whispered into her ear, nipping at the lobe.
Had she been so fuzzy she’d missed him covering himself? She focused on the feel of him and sensed he was telling her the truth. Skin-to-skin contact bore more heat, more sensation.
As he slid into her halfway, she blossomed around his thick cock, dragging a moan from her throat. She felt animalistic, her screams and moans ripped from her body in such a primitive way. Marc sank the rest of the way in, stretching her apart and filling her as no man ever had. He was large, almost too large, but he felt so good at the same time. Just like the man, there was no doubt he was there, a large and intimidating presence.
Marc’s lips found hers as he paused, apparently letting her grow accustomed to his size. His body trembled over her, as if he were straining to hold back. Sofia kissed him back as ruthlessly as he kissed her, refusing to let him know how much he had already shattered her. She feared once he started moving within her, he’d shatter her even more.
Even so, she rolled her hips, beckoning him to thrust.
He lifted on his arms and broke their kiss, thrusting lazily into her depths. His gaze capturing hers, he thrust again, this time with a little more power. Sofia held his stare, silently willing him to do his worst.
Yet he drew out of her, a smile on his lips. He rose to his knees and reached for the box, pulling it closer. What was he doing?
Sofia looked down at his hard cock jutting before him, and indeed covered in latex. Before she could ask him a question, he flipped her onto her belly and leaned in to kiss her bottom. A stinging spank followed the kiss, and she looked over her shoulder to glare at him.
“What? You didn’t like that?” he asked with a cocky grin.
“Why did you stop?”
“I haven’t stopped,” he said, drawing a bottle of lube from the box. “I’ve just begun.”
He squeezed some lube onto his fingers, and her worst fears were realized. He’d played with her ass the last time. There was no way he thought he would fit that huge cock there this go round, did he? When he slathered the lube over her asshole, she jerked, shocked he would be so bold.
“You won’t fit there,” she said, her chest tightening.
Marc reached into the box and pulled out an anal plug. “But this will.”
Sofia wasn’t sure she wanted that inside her, but her body apparently had other plans. It was much smaller and thinner than his cock, but almost as long. The end tapered, perhaps to prevent it from going too deep. She writhed on the bed, sweat breaking out on her brow as she looked at it in his large hands. When he’d touched her puckered hole the other night, it had felt better than she’d expected. So far he’d played her body like a practiced musician, so why shouldn’t this potentially be as good? She relaxed some, watching him closely.
After covering the plug in a condom, he pressed the tip of it to her bottom. “Relax, Sofia. We’ll go slowly.”
She let out a breath as he slowly introduced the plug. He hit the tight band of nerves, and she felt the toy stop, and a little lick of pain. Sofia groaned, the pleasure and pain mixing. She wasn’t sure which was stronger.
“Relax. And breathe.”
“It’s too much,” she said.
“I haven’t been wrong yet, have I?” he asked. “If you can relax, I think you’ll like it.”
“And if I don’t?”
Marc kissed her back. “I will remove it if you don’t and never ask you again.”
He continued to drop kisses on her back, his free hand working under her belly to rub against her throbbing clit. She relaxed some, the touch to her clit helping to calm her.
Marc pressed a little harder, and she felt the band of nerves open. The plug slowly slid into her, the widening near the base making her cry out. But once she passed that and the tapered end settled, she had an incredible sensation of fullness she’d never felt before. Her pussy clenched, the need to be filled by him again even stronger.
“Marc …”
“I know,” he said, his voice low. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Marc rolled her to her back and moved between her thighs again. He captured her gaze and gathered her face in one hand. “How does it feel?”
Full? Swollen? She wasn’t sure the right adjective, because none fit. It felt foreign, yet made her yearn for him in a way she couldn’t comprehend. Her pussy spasmed over and over, needing that same feeling of fullness. She needed his cock inside her, and now.
“It feels like you better hurry up and fuck me,” she said, shocked the words came out of her mouth.
Marc obeyed her command, sliding into her with one thick thrust. Sofia cried out, the dual sensation of both Marc and the plug inside her making her feel lightheaded. Tingling sparks coursed through her limbs as she rushed to catch her breath. It was too much.
> And then he pulled almost completely out before sliding home.
Pleasure coursed through her, wave after wave following each of his thrusts. She muttered incoherently, her mind numb to everything but what he was doing to her. The feel of him inside her was almost more than she could take. There was no gentle build-up to her limits. Marc raced to the edge and then crashed through her barriers.
Another orgasm swelled through her. Tugging on the cuffs at her wrist, she arched into the surge. She cried out, her pussy clenching him tightly. Marc groaned and increased his pace, prolonging her release. Once she’d come out of the haze, she felt him speed more, as if his own orgasm approached. She wrapped legs about his body, and kissed him. His body trembled violently, then he stiffened in her embrace.
Marc came with a cry, his thrusts short and quick as he emptied himself into the condom. His breathing was rapid, hers closer to normal. Both their hearts still raced. Hers she felt in her chest, his she could feel with the pulsing of his cock still inside her.
Once he’d had a moment, Marc withdrew from her body, holding the condom tight. He disappeared into the bathroom and Sofia lay there, unsure what she should do.
This wasn’t a relationship. It was a hot, fast fuck.
Sofia hated that word, but she also called a spade a spade. There would be no happily ever after with Marc, so there was no reason to stay in his bed now that the deed had been done. She lifted, her body weak, and she heard water running into the tub.
A bath! That sounds so wonderful. Her ass was sore, and she needed to take the plug from her body. She wanted to pull it from her, but he’d left her tied to the bed. Having him pull it from her seemed awkward in some odd way. Sofia needed some privacy after what he’d just done to her for some reason. Maybe because this wasn’t the type of sex you cuddled after.
“Here, let me,” he said, returning without her catching him. The man moved stealthily, and it unnerved her.
She caught his gaze and then quickly turned away, a little humiliation filling her at how much she’d enjoyed their romp and how vocal she’d been in doing so. There was no doubt in his mind he’d satisfied her. Had she satisfied him? She quickly glanced his way as he drew the plug from her sore bottom.
“I don’t do shy, Sofia. There’s no shame in what we just did. You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. Why feel embarrassed?” He caught her gaze and held it. “Total access, remember?”
Total access? “This is beyond the meaning I had for that term and you know it.”
A grin played at his lips. “Perhaps, but the coy looks, the embarrassment—it diminishes the fun we just had. We shared pleasures, and you learned some new things about your desires. There is nothing wrong with that.” Marc reached up and undid the Velcro straps, freeing her hands. He took one wrist in his hands and massaged a little life into it, his warm hands feeling wonderful.
He had a point. She had enjoyed herself, and she was completely wiped out. “I will do my best, but it’s hard when I barely recognize myself in your arms.”
His grin turned into a full-fledged smile, teeth included. “That’s when you know it’s good,” he said before lifting her in his arms. He started walking toward the bathroom, where she realized the water was still running.
Sofia startled. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sure that bottom is sore,” was all he said before he lowered her into a bubble bath.
Sofia sighed, the warm water feeling heavenly. The consideration he’d had gave him a few good points, but they still didn’t outweigh his bad ones. But she’d been seeing little glimmers of another man within, one she didn’t think others saw often.
Kind of like the shy girl hiding within her. Maybe if that guy met her innermost self they’d get along.
Marc leaned back, pointing to a bar of soap and a washcloth. “There’s two robes in the closet by the door, so you can use one, and there are fresh towels, as well.”
He turned to leave.
When he had his hand on the knob, she quickly blurted out, “Thank you.”
“It’s the least I could do.” He looked over his shoulder and grinned. “By the way, are you staying here at the hotel?”
“Yes,” she answered, reaching to turn off the tap.
“Which room?”
“Five-thirteen,” she answered, frowning. “Why?”
“No reason,” he answered, then left, closing the door behind him.
Once she was alone, her mind began to whirl. Questions of why she was doing this, knowing it would ruin her journalistic credibility in sleeping with the man she wanted to write about. Her bias was now destroyed, but then, had she truly ever been biased when it came to that man?
She’d almost not added Maddox to her drug scandal story, just because she’d been so infatuated with Marc. Deciding that wasn’t the right course of action, she’d done the right thing, only to be burned by it when she found out the truth. Maybe it was time to do the wrong thing for the right reasons.
Right reasons? Yeah, your lust for Marc Anders isn’t a right reason.
Sofia sank deeper into the soaker tub and tried to clear her mind. The little niggles of worry had to go. She had total access to the sports star she wanted to write about, and yes, she’d used questionable tactics to get that access. She wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last. At least she’d wanted him before the whole thing began.
The warm water relaxed her tired muscles, just as Marc had intended. Looking out at the spectacular view, she wondered what it felt like to live like this. Even in her modeling heyday, she’d been shipped all over the world, often staying in decent rooms, but never this kind of extravagance. People always assumed she was rich, but she wasn’t. Sure, she’d been a working model for many years, but once she’d paid agents and coaches and the like, she hadn’t had all that much left over.
She wasn’t one to waste money on luxuries. Sofia knew she more than likely had an expiration date on her career, so she tucked away as much as she could into savings. Even her gig now, while nice, didn’t afford her the kind of lifestyle a decade in the NFL and numerous sponsorship deals had allowed Marc.
Sofia washed her body after soaking as long as she thought was acceptable. She didn’t want to wear out her welcome on the very first day. Climbing out of the tub, she wondered what Marc was doing out there. She heard murmuring and moving about. Grabbing a towel, she dried off and then pulled the offered robe about herself.
Once she was done, she peeked out into the bedroom, but he wasn’t there. She headed through to the living space, so she could gather her bathing suit and head out, but something caught her attention. Sofia paused, turning to look at the end of the bed.
Her bags were lying there.
Chapter Nine
Marc ran as fast as his feet would take him, his heavy footfalls shaking the poor excuse for a treadmill. He was still amped up from his time with Sofia, his body still ready for more. She wasn’t. It was obvious Sofia wasn’t used to the kind of sex he enjoyed, and she didn’t have the libido he did, either. Marc’s lusts were strong, and he was often lusty, but he seemed almost insatiable with Sofia.
It didn’t help knowing she was lying naked in that bathtub. He was jealous of the water.
Exercise was the next best thing to tire him out. He’d held back with Sofia, scared he’d chase her away if he took everything he’d wanted. She hadn’t seen the paddle or the flogger in his box, and she wouldn’t—yet.
But soon.
Soon, he would feel his hand stinging from laying swats on that lovely, round ass of hers. Her light caramel skin would look lovely a nice, deep shade of pink. Just as lovely as her pink mouth had looked wrapped around his cock.
He picked up his pace, his cock already hard again. Exhaustion was his only salvation.
“Why are my bags in your room?”
Marc slowed and looked over his shoulder. His first thought was that Sofia was naked under her robe and he wanted it off. He picked up the pace once more, punishing t
he treadmill. “Total access,” he spat.
“You’re just bandying that phrase around as if it’s an excuse for your testosterone-fueled control fixation. I wish I’d never said it.”
Marc slowed the treadmill to a stop and then jumped off. He closed some of the space, trying not to get too close. He’d worked up a major sweat and she’d just bathed. Not that it mattered much. He planned to dirty her up some more soon. “You wanted to see who I was. So now that you see it, don’t back away. You’re the one who wanted total access, and you’ve got it. You’ll stay in this room, with me, and you’ll write your story here—where I can control who gets to see it. If you can’t agree to that, then you can call the whole thing off.”
Sofia stood there, blinking, her mouth working, but no words came for a few moments. “Fine. I stay here. Under your thumb.”
“Oh you’ll be under something, but it won’t be my thumb,” he said, a ruthless feeling churning in his gut. Yeah, he was being a dick, but she seemed to bring out the worst in him. And some of the best. Being inside her body had felt almost magical. For a jaded man such as himself, someone who made things feel different, new—well that was worth its weight in gold. If he was stuck, exiled in paradise, she was going to be glued to him. One way or another.
Her eyes rounded, and she backed up a step. “Is there a second bedroom?”
“Nope,” he said.
“Then I’ll sleep on the couch, I suppose. I’ll take my bags out there.”
Marc shook his head. “You’ll sleep in my bed. With me.”
She looked him over. “That wasn’t a part of the price you’d given. You said kisses, and I’ve already gone well past kisses with you. I never said anything about a week in your bed.”
A week wouldn’t be long enough. “The contents of the story have altered, as did the price. You changed the payment plan, and now this is what I demand.”
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