by LK Shaw
Starting at my shoulders, he began a deep, sensuous massage, kneading the knots in my muscles. I closed my eyes as I relaxed under his expert touch. He released the tightness from my muscles by drawing big circles up and down my back and kneading certain spots. For what seemed like hours, he continued massaging my back before shifting himself further down the bed until the massage started up again. Marcus massaged my feet, not forgetting my toes, before moving up to my calves, then my thighs. He continued massaging my thighs, which I widened almost unconsciously, and before I took my next breath, his finger pushed deep into my dripping core from behind. He gathered my juice before he slowly dragged his finger up and lightly massaged my anus, using both my own moisture and the oil to coat the outer ring. I squeezed my cheeks almost instinctively against the invasion. I knew anal sex had been on the table from the beginning and even though I’d experimented a little, it was different experiencing the sensation caused by someone else.
“Relax. You need to loosen up if I’m going to get a plug in there. I’ll try to take it as slow as I can, but know that I can’t wait to drive my cock in there, watching as I stretch this hole wide.” I shivered as I pictured his cock thrusting into my ass. He continued to massage my ring which loosened little by little with each circle he made until I was relaxed enough that he slid his finger all the way in. He thrust his finger inside my oiled up hole several times, which had me panting at the intrusion.
He removed his finger and poured more oil over my ass, which dripped down my crack. This allowed him to push his finger back inside my asshole with more ease. “I want you to inhale, then exhale and as you exhale push out.” At my exhale, I pushed out as he’d instructed and then there was a slight burn and sting as this time he entered me with two fingers. In and out, he pressed his fingers adding in a scissoring pattern to open me up wider. I don’t remember him getting into the nightstand again after picking up the oil. Sometime during my massage he must have. Suddenly, he removed his fingers. They were quickly replaced by something much bigger.
“God, I can’t wait until it’s my cock inside you instead.” I struggled to catch my breath as I felt the pressure of the plug against my ass. “Like before I want you to breathe in, and then as you breathe out, try to push the plug out.” Taking a deep breath in, I concentrated on relaxing as I exhaled and pushed out at the same time. Even before I’d completed my inhale, the plug was being gently pushed into my ass. I forced myself to relax as the plug stretched me wider than I ever thought possible as Marcus slid it the rest of the way in. I winced at the stronger pinch of pain as the flared base added that final, additional stretch before the plug became fully seated in my ass.
“Oh my God, I’m so full.” I lay there trying to catch my breath as the sensation of having the plug in my ass washed over me. It was mildly uncomfortable and foreign. I wanted to experience everything so I continued to force myself to relax. Before I knew it, the intense pressure had eased and I slowly grew accustomed to the full sensation.
“Fucking gorgeous. Seeing you with a plug and knowing that soon it’ll be my cock there instead has me almost ready to blow. I don’t think I can go easy on you right now. I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you hard.” Without further warning, Marcus grabbed my hips, lined his cock up to my cunt and thrust all the way to the hilt. I screamed in pleasure at the sensation of being filled. With the plug in my ass, the fit inside my pussy was as tight as a glove. Ruthlessly, he began fucking me. With each thrust of his cock, the plug pushed further inside my ass and the dual sensation of being filled in both holes was more than I could take, especially after the two orgasms I’d already had. Boldness came over me just then. I reached down between my legs and played with my clit. I was desperate for release and with a few flicks, I screamed out my climax as I heard the roar of pleasure as Marcus echoed my release. Collapsing on the bed, I was lost to the world. I barely felt Marcus pull me up against him, his cock and the plug still inside me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Penny
As I slowly came awake, a delicious heat warmed my back. I snuggled a little closer to it. I winced slightly with the movement as the muscles in my ass reminded me of the plug that had so recently been there. Marcus must have removed it while I slept. I lazily turned over to look at the man in bed with me. A lock of hair brushed Marcus’ forehead, and in sleep, he appeared slightly less intense than usual and even a few years younger. I admired the beauty this man possessed. It wasn’t even his outer beauty that was so potent. It was also his inner beauty. Of course, I’d never tell him that for fear of embarrassing myself. It was true though. Marcus was kind, gentle when needed, yet firm when required, protective, and loving. He was like a knight in slightly tarnished armor. For however long it lasted, he was mine.
I studied him a bit longer. My eyes traveled from the adorable lock to his full lips. I continued my perusal down his muscular chest and then stuttered a little at the exposed washboard abs. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement further south of my visual journey’s end.
“Don’t mind him. He just appreciates the lustful gaze of a voluptuous goddess such as you.”
Giggling, I raised my eyes to meet his brilliant green ones. “So, you’re saying I should ignore him and he’ll go away? I don’t want to be rude and not offer a proper good morning.” Even before I’d finished my sentence, my hand had made its way under the covers to grasp Marcus’ cock. Simultaneously sitting up and elbowing the sheet out of the way, it was impossible not to ogle the gorgeous specimen in my hand. Continuing my stroking, I began peppering kisses down Marcus’ chest giving a little nip here and there to his nipples. I circled his belly button with my tongue and followed his treasure trail to my pot of gold. Moving positions so I now straddled his legs, I leisurely ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, giving it a little swirl around the head. I gave him one long lick down the length before gently sucking his ball sac as I continued stroking him with my hand. After my tender ministrations to his sac, I raised my eyes to meet his as I at last took him in my mouth.
I had never before been interested in giving blowjobs, but as with everything else I’d experienced with this man, I wanted to do this. I wanted to give this to him after everything he’d given me. I felt powerful, knowing that I brought this man to his knees. Never breaking eye contact, I gave him all that I had. Hollowing my cheeks I continued sucking, taking him deeper each time. I wanted Marcus to become a part of me. I fondled his sac, gently coaxing his orgasm forward.
“Take a deep breath and relax your throat,” he instructed. Inhaling deeply, I did my best to relax my throat as he said as I continued lowering my head. His cock hit the back of my throat and I began coughing and had to pull back. “Gently,” he coaxed. Recovering quickly, I tried again, this time taking him a little farther. I relished him being so far inside me. Up and down my mouth moved over him. His balls tightening under my hand. “I want you to swallow everything I give you. Can you do that for me, Sweetness?” I hummed my agreement, and before I knew it, I felt his seed wash the back of my throat. I continued milking every last drop until I’d taken all he’d given me. With a pop, I pulled my lips away from his still semi-hard cock.
“I’m falling in love with you, Sir.” I uttered without thinking, the words bubbling up and bursting out before I caught them. A prolonged silence followed my declaration. Marcus swallowed and opened and closed his mouth like he wasn’t sure how to respond. Hurriedly, I added, “I don’t expect you to feel the same way about me. I just wanted you to know.”
“I’m sorry, Penny, I don’t know what to say. I care about you greatly. I think you’re confusing your feelings with love, though, because I’m the first man who finally understands your needs in the bedroom. It’s extremely easy for a new sub to develop overly strong feelings for her first Dom. Once you become comfortable in your role as a submissive and start to play with other Doms, I think you’ll soon discover that it’s gratitude, not love, you’re feeling.”
> My heart broke a little at his words. Shielding my heart against his rejection, I tried to shrug off his words. “Perhaps you’re right, Sir. Maybe it is gratitude. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” Although his tone said different. He rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, leaving me to nurse my bruised heart. When I heard the shower start, I rose from the bed and dressed, wincing slightly. What had only moments ago been a lovely way to start my morning now had me tired and heartsick. As I finished putting on my shoes, the bathroom door opened and Marcus emerged wearing only a low-slung towel. He paused slightly as he noticed my attire.
I awkwardly rocked back and forth on my feet. “Thank you for a great evening, Sir. I need to get going. I have some things I need to take care of.”
“Penny…” he started.
“It’s fine, Marcus. I’ll see myself out,” I turned and walked out.
Marcus
“Fuck,” I ground out, pissed at myself for letting Penny walk out like that. Hurt crossed her face when I didn’t say anything to her. The fucked up thing was, I knew I probably loved her. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. There was too much fucking shit going on in my life right now with Evan that I needed to deal with first.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Marcus
I knew I had fucked things up with Penny the other night, but I was still trying to figure out what to do about Evan so I stayed away from her for the rest of the weekend. It was mid-morning on Monday, and I sat at my desk looking over a client’s investment portfolio when my assistant knocked on my door. “Mr. Allen, this was just delivered for you.”
Taking the yellow manila envelope from her, I stared at my name block printed on the front. “Thank you, Elaine.” I turned it over looking for anything to identify the sender. Other than my name, the envelope was blank. Grabbing my letter opener off my desk, I sliced it open carefully. Dread hit as I pulled out a stack of pictures. I froze when I noticed the object of the first picture, and then anger began to burn in my gut. One by one, I looked at each picture, my fury rising with each. Every single picture depicted Penny. They showed her entering and leaving her yoga studio, sitting at the coffee shop she frequented, and getting into her car in the hospital parking lot. The one that pissed me off and scared me the most was the picture of her entering her house with me behind her. It appeared to have been taken the other night when we’d returned from playing at Eden, the night I’d first fucked her.
“Fuck,” I threw the pictures across my desk, knocking the envelope on the floor. Bending down to pick it up, I noticed a note had partially fallen out. I picked them both up and read the note.
She’s not your usual taste. Not nearly as beautiful as G.
You can’t keep hiding her forever. I WILL find her.
Until I do, maybe you should keep a closer
eye on your new toy. I’d hate for something to happen.
“Elaine,” I yelled at my assistant, who immediately rushed in.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Allen?”
“Who delivered this envelope?”
“A courier, sir.”
“Which one?” I snapped at her.
She startled at the tone I’d never before used with her. “I apologize, sir, I didn’t get the name of service.”
Trying not to snap at her in anger again, I ran my fingers through my hair. “I apologize, Elaine.” I sighed in frustration. “Thank you, anyway.” With a wave of my hand, I dismissed her. “Please close the door on your way out.”
Immediately, she stepped out and closed the door behind her. No sooner had the door closed than I was on my phone dialing the security firm I’d hired.
“Blacklight Security,” came the gruff greeting.
“Connor, it’s Marcus. Don’t ask any questions. Get to my office, now.”
“I’ll be there in less than fifteen minutes.”
I paced my office, cursing Evan Banks and glancing at the clock watching the minutes tick by as I waited for Connor to show up. Twelve minutes later, Elaine announced the arrival of Mr. Connor Black. He entered my office and made his way to the couch on the far side of the room. Elaine closed the door to give us our privacy.
“So, tell me what was so urgent that I had to drop everything and rush over here.” Connor asked once we were alone.
I snatched the pictures and note up from my desk, tossed them on the couch next to Connor, and waited impatiently as he looked them over. “He’s fucking following Penny, Connor. I hired your firm because it’s supposed to be the best. Plus, you’re my friend. What the fuck is going on? Why hasn’t your team found him yet? How does the man keep evading them? This motherfucker has been a thorn in my side for over two years. He can’t find Grace, so now he’s threatening Penny to fuck with me. I need him found and evidence that he’s been sending me letters threatening Grace. Now, Penny. I’m tired of this cat and mouse game, Connor.”
“I have my team working day and night on this, Marcus. I know the danger Evan presents. Somehow he always stays one step ahead of us. It’s like the fucker knows our every move before we make it. We’ll find him. It’s just going to take some time.”
“Time is running out, Connor. He’s upped the ante with his threats to Penny. I need this to be done with yesterday.”
After Connor left, I spent the rest of the day working on projects for the rest of my clients, but my focus was elsewhere. Before long, it was late evening and after what happened today, I needed to make sure things were okay. I headed to my car in the garage and was soon making the short trek to the suburbs. I always took great pains to make sure I wasn’t followed whenever I came here. It was imperative that no one find this place. After parking my car down the block, I waited a few minutes, looking around at my surroundings to make sure I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. When nothing caught my eye, I exited the car and took off through a nearby alleyway, cutting through several yards and crisscrossing a couple streets, before I finally reached my destination. Later, I would discover that had I taken an extra sweep of the area I would have seen a silver Honda Civic with a pine tree air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. Maybe it would have made a difference.
I knocked on the back door of a small, yellow house with the cookie cutter design of every third house in the development. It was the reason I chose this house. It looked like every other cottage sized Cape Cod house on the block. Little ornamentation to make it memorable. After several minutes, the curtain on the window of the door slid to the side and a man peered out. Immediately, he unlocked the door and ushered me inside the kitchen.
“No problems today, sir?” he inquired after shutting the door behind us.
After taking a seat on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, I looked over at the armed man who’d granted me entrance. “All precautions were taken, Miles. I wasn’t followed, I made sure of it. How have they been? Anything new I should be concerned about, besides what I spoke to Connor about today?”
Miles crossed his arms over his massive chest, pulling at the holster around his shoulders and back. “Everything has been quiet here. Nothing out of the ordinary to report. They miss you though. Well, at least Miss Hailey misses you.”
I barely held back the wince at his admonishment as I tried not to let the guilt over my inability to be here more than I already was get to me. “I visit as often as I can, Miles. You know it’s not safe for me to come here too much in case I’m followed. You know what Evan would do if he found them. You’ve been with me long enough to know I do my best. I wish I could come more often. I miss Hailey every day I’m not with her.”
“I understand, sir. I care about that little girl and know how much she misses you. She’s too young to understand why you can’t be here all the time. Miss Grace tries to explain it to her, but the little one cries every time you leave. It breaks her mama’s heart. I know it’s not safe. I do, and I understand how hard it is for you as well, sir
.” Filled with guilt nonetheless, I excused myself and went in search of Grace.
I roamed through the house, heading upstairs toward Hailey’s room. It was after supper and Grace was either giving Hailey a bath or reading her a story. When I reached Hailey’s room, the door was cracked, and I heard the sound of Grace’s lilting voice as she read about a bear cub and the moon. Standing outside the door, I dared to take a peek in. Sitting up in the bed was a beautiful blonde woman, and snuggled up next to her with a book in her hand, was a miniature version of her. A little girl, around two years old, who was an almost exact replica of the older woman she leaned against, from her blonde hair to her vibrant blue eyes, pert little nose, and cupid’s bow lips.
I watched them for a moment. When I shifted my weight, I moved enough to cause the door to open further and the hinges to squeak. The woman jumped slightly and snapped her head in the direction of the door, immediately poised to flee. The little girl, who hadn’t yet been conditioned to jump at noises that might mean danger, turned her head more slowly to see what had interrupted her story time. When she spied me standing there, she dove off the bed and raced toward me with her arms outstretched.