by Bec Botefuhr
“I’m sorry, Sierra, you weren’t ready.”
“It was my idea,” I croak.
“I should have known tying you on the first attempt was a stupid idea. I know better.”
“It’s ok,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know what happened, I just couldn’t calm myself.”
“It’s ok, it’s not your fault. We will work on that slowly, we’ll tie one hand at a time, letting you keep your control, until you’re fully ready to trust me.”
“I do trust you,” I say, in a wobbly voice.
“I know you do, but it takes more than trust for something like that.”
“Maybe I’m just not the girl for you, Marcus, what if I never get over it?”
He holds me tight. “Then you never get over it, that’s not why I’m with you, Sierra.”
“If you can never be a dominant again, it will bother you.”
It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
“Being a dominant goes far further than just the bedroom. I practice my dominance day in, day out. I want you far more than I want some kinky sex.”
I chuckle softly. “Really?”
“Really, really.”
“You’re hard,” I whisper, feeling his erect cock pressing into my backside.
He chuckles and moves his hips against my bottom. He’s so rigid, I know it must hurt. I can’t blame him for being hard, it was a pretty intense moment until I had my mental breakdown.
“Of course I am, I’m holding a beautiful woman in my lap and she happens to have a very nice ass.”
I giggle and wiggle on his lap, he groans and thrusts his hips up, pressing his cock harder against me.
“Marcus?”
“Hmmmm.”
“Can we just have sex, right here, right now, just like this?”
“Baby, you shouldn’t even have to ask.”
He moves me off his lap a moment, and unbuckles his pants, pulling them down. When he’s released that gorgeous cock, he pulls me back onto his lap and presses his back against the headboard. The moment turns from erotic, to beautiful, in a matter of seconds. Marcus looks into my eyes and grips my face as he gently lowers my body down over his cock. His lips find mine and he kisses me so softly, my heart aches for more of him, even though I’m surrounded in him. He slowly teases my tongue with his as he fills me with his cock.
He lets me take control, lets me rock my hips and rotate them how I see fit. His little moans of pleasure every now and then tell me he’s enjoying it. He’s being so gentle with me, it’s the gentlest I’ve ever seen Marcus. He’s stroking my cheeks, my hair, my lips. He’s kissing me. He’s running his hands over my body. He’s…making love to me. The reality of that has my first orgasm tearing through my body in a mad, pleasurable rush. I whimper his name as I let my head fall back and his lips glide up my neck while his cock pulls every last shudder from me.
“Tell me you want me to come,” he rasps. “Tell me, Sierra.”
Control, he’s giving me control. This whole love making session, he’s given me control. He’s showing me I can trust him, he’s showing me that it doesn’t matter to him, so long as I’m with him. In that moment, I realize that Marcus Harrison, has become my life.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper into his ear, tangling my fingers into his thick, dark hair.
He does, with a deep, guttural moan, that has my body breaking out into shivers that start from my head and travel down to my toes. I feel his cock pulsing as he fills me with his pleasure. His fingers clutch my hips and his biceps strain as he lets every last spurt release into me. I bury my head into his neck and we stay like that for long moments, until our breathing calms and our bodies begin feeling slightly normal again.
“Thank you,” I whisper into his neck.
“Sleep, sweetheart. You need it.”
He lays me down, and I feel his cock slide from my depths. He pulls the sheets back and pulls them up over me, before leaning down and brushing his lips across mine.
“You won’t sleep with me?” I say, feeling my eyes sting with the need to close
“I have work to do, I’ll be here though. I won’t leave you.”
I touch his face. “We’re ok, right?”
He smiles and nods. “We’re ok, baby.”
I watch him as he leaves the room, his perfect ass on full view for a few delicious moments. When he’s gone, I find myself smiling for the first time in days. Maybe, just maybe, we have a chance of making this work.
CHAPTER 5
MARCUS
Fuck, I feel like a jerk. I tied her up knowing full well she hadn’t thought it through. Worse, I should have taken it slowly. I should know this by now. My judgment is clouded at the moment and it’s starting to show. When I see her drift off, I walk out of the room silently and into my home office. I switch on my laptop, pull on a pair of silk pants and sit down. I can’t think, I certainly can’t sleep, so work is the only option I have. I know I’ve been falling behind. I’ve got a conference in two weeks and I haven’t told Sierra I’m going to be away for a full week. I power through my emails and respond and super speed, I take a few calls and I organize meetings around my schedule. I am working as my own PA at the moment, the one I have is not as quick as Sierra.
Besides, it’s night time. I can’t expect her to be awake and responding to these things now. I find the last email from her and I re-arrange some meetings in accordance to what she’s told me in the email. Candice is young, pretty and has a bright future ahead of her. She’s a timid little thing, and works very quietly most days. She’s easy enough to work with, she never back talks and she never causes a problem. She’s almost missing that spunk that made Sierra so perfect for the job. I run my hands through my hair and think about the girl sleeping in the next room. Christ she’s gorgeous, in every way. Even after she freaked out, she still wanted me. I let her take full control, knowing for that moment, she needed it. It felt good too, far better than I ever would have imagined. I trust Sierra, and it makes me wonder if part of me ever trusted Chayne, because I never let her have any control. Maybe that was my problem.
My phone buzzes beside me and I look down to see it’s Candice. I check the time, it’s nine forty two. I open the message and read it.
CANDICE - Hey Marcus, just letting you know I got a call from Rose. She didn’t book your flights for your conference. Do you want me to do that now?
Sighing, I respond.
MARCUS - No, Candice, just do it tomorrow.
CANDICE - Ok then, no problem at all. Have a good night.
MARCUS - I re-arranged my schedule, you will see it all when you come in tomorrow.
CANDICE - Thank you, you make my life far easier than you should. I thought I was meant to be the PA? *Smiley face*
I can’t help but smile, and I respond without thinking about it.
MARCUS - I don’t like to work my PA’s too hard.
CANDICE - You’re not working me too hard, trust me.
MARCUS - Goodnight Candice, I’ll see you in the morning.
CANDICE - With bells on.
I tuck my phone away and lean back in my chair sighing. God, all this drama is making my head fucking hurt. I run my hands down my abs and stop at my half rigid cock. With Sierra around, this thing refuses to ever go down completely. I rub my palm over it, and it jerks to life, hardening. I could quite easily jerk off right now, the constant ache in my dick is hard to handle. She makes everything inside me come alive. Just the thought of her has my hand rubbing gently over my dick. Fuck it. I move my hand off and stand, pacing the room. Sleep is what I should be doing, not thinking about fucking her again, but I can’t stop my mind. It’s far too overactive and right now it’s refusing to stop at all. I walk over to my liquor cabinet and pour a glass of whiskey, that will help.
I hope.
~*~*~*~
SIERRA
I don’t remember going to sleep, all I kn
ow is I wake in the middle of the night, or perhaps it’s very early morning, and Marcus still isn’t in bed. I slide out, pulling on one of his shirts and a pair of panties before walking out in search for him. He’s in his office, standing by the window on the phone. I smile at the sight of him, wearing only a pair of silk pajama pants that do wonderful things for his ass. His back looks like smooth perfection under the dim light. I walk over, and when he hears me, he turns around. I’m not really sure why I do it, heck I don’t even think about it too long, but I find myself on my knees in front of him. I hear his sharp intake of breath and when I look up at him, he’s staring down at me with an expression so hungry it has my body clenching everywhere.
“Send them through to me, Pete, I’ll go over them tomorrow.”
Silence.
“Yeah, ok, bye.”
He flicks his phone off and tosses it on the nearby bench before taking a step closer to me.
“What are you doing, my sweet girl?”
I look up at him. “What does it look like, sir?”
“You should be sleeping,” he murmurs.
“And you shouldn’t be on the phone at this time of the morning.”
He smiles. “Touché.”
“What will you do with me, now we’re both here?”
His looks darkens and he stretches his finger down to slide over my bottom lip. I part my lips slightly, letting him slide his finger into my mouth. “Suck it baby,” he orders softly.
I suck on his finger and he groans, sliding the tip around on my tongue. When he goes to move it out, I bite down on it, nipping at him playfully. He grins and reaches down to tangle his fingers into my hair. He pulls my head back gently, releasing his finger. I tug my head forward and he lets me. When my cheek reaches his silk pants, I press it against his straining cock and rub it over it, feeling every hard inch of him pulsing against the soft skin on my cheek. He growls and tugs my hair back, forcing me to look up at him again.
“What do you want, Sierra?”
“You, sir.”
“Tell me how,” he orders, reaching into his pants and releasing his cock. He begins stroking it softly and I whimper, desperate to taste him.
“I want to suck your cock, sir.”
“Bad girl. What do you say?”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, sir?”
With a slow, sexy smile he presses his cock head to my lips and gently slides it around and around, teasing me as much as himself. When he slips the head in, both of us groan.
“You nip that,” he rasps. “And I’ll spank you.”
Then he plunges his length into my mouth. I open my mouth wide, taking as much of him as I can. He slides his cock back out, then slowly pushes it back in with a groan. His hand is still tangled in my hair while his other one reaches down and slides in the side of my mouth, so he can feel his cock moving as I suck.
“I love feeling my cock move in your mouth,” he groans, removing his finger and placing his hand by his side.
I bob my head up and down, taking his length and sucking it with everything I have. His deep, intense groans of pleasure are enough to send any woman over the edge. I reach down, finding my clit and I stroke it softly, whimpering at the instant swell of pleasure there.
“Get your hand off your pussy, baby, now,” he orders gruffly.
I don’t listen to him, I stroke my clit harder, sucking him and rubbing myself until we’re both tense and ready for release.
“Stop stroking,” he rasps, throwing his head back. “Or I’ll spank you.”
“Spank me then.”
I keep rubbing and I come so hard my body trembles and my mouth opens in a gasp. Marcus comes a second later, spurting his release into my open mouth as I whimper from my own release. The feeling of his come hitting my tongue is quite erotic. He groans, using his free hand to gently pump his shaft as he milks every last drop from his slowly softening cock. When he pulls out of my mouth, I look up at him, licking my lips.
“Bad girl,” he murmurs.
I let a slow, sexy smile creep up onto my face. Marcus crouches down, meeting my gaze face on.
“I’m going to spank you for that.”
“I know,” I murmur.
“Challenging me. Always challenging me.”
“Perhaps you deserve it, sir.”
He slides his finger across the bottom of my lip where a drop of his release still lingers. He presses it into my mouth and I suck on his finger, making his eyes become heavy and sexy.
“Perhaps I do,” he murmurs, slipping his finger out of my mouth.
“What will you do with me now, sir?”
He grins, leaning down and scooping me into his arms. He carries me to his desk and he slides the pens and papers out of the way before placing me on my feet and pushing me over the dark wood. He runs his fingers down my ass cheeks as he gently prepares for what I know is coming.
“How many do you think you deserve, sweet girl?”
“Ten, sir.”
“Hmmm, yeah, I think ten will work.”
The first slap comes as a shock, it always does. By the third and fourth though, my body is coming alive. I always did like a good spanking, call me twisted. When he gets to number six I’m squirming and whimpering, wanting him inside me, wanting something to release the pressure in my clit. By the time he’s reached ten, my body is writhing with need. He pulls me up, pressing my back to his chest. Then he leans down and whispers into my ear.
“If you rub your sweet little pussy again tonight, I’ll double that spanking and I won’t be releasing the pressure for you. Be a good girl, go to bed and when you wake in the morning, I’ll lay you down, spread your legs and lick that sweet little cunt until you’re begging me to stop.”
He lets me go, and with wobbly legs and a body that’s so damned aroused it hurts, I begin walking towards the door.
“Sierra, baby?” he calls.
I look over my shoulder at him.
“I’ll know sweetheart, so make sure you don’t touch.”
Bastard.
CHAPTER 6
SIERRA
Sleep didn’t come easy, it took a lot of rolling around to calm my body down. Marcus’ sexy voice kept me awake with such erotic promise. “I’ll lick that sweet cunt.” God, the man had a filthy mouth, but it was what made him so damned addictive. He just has that thing about him that makes women want to chase him, rip his cock out of his pants and play with him all night. Marcus Harrison just never gets old, I couldn’t ever imagine a time when looking at him wouldn’t make my panties wet.