Knots

by Chanse Lowell

  Sounded like his clientele were snobs.

  Bzzz . . . Bzzz . . .

  Another text, and another smile from her.

  When this day ends, if it ever does, I’m going to show you how much you mean to me. I love you, sweet little thing, and don’t you ever forget it.

  * * *

  Mark entered the house in a flurry, rushing straight into his room, ignoring her completely.

  Her brow slanted into a deep V.

  “Well, hello to you, too,” she said to herself from the kitchen.

  It was clichéd, but she was preparing him a drink before they left to go to the new club Marly had picked out.

  Last time, he was strung out from going dancing with her and Marly, until things calmed down when they got home. She hoped maybe this would help him relax beforehand.

  What was wrong with him? Why did he fly through the place like he had to put out a fire?

  She took a sip of the drink and shook her head. Doms. They made no sense sometimes. She took another sip. It tasted great to her. If he joined her, maybe he’d like it, too.

  She set it aside, leaned against the counter and wondered once more what the hell was going on.

  Several minutes later when he failed to reemerge, she knocked on the door. “Mark? Everything okay?”

  She listened at the door. There was a rustling noise like he was gift wrapping something.

  “Mark? Don’t we have to leave in the next fifteen minutes? I made you a cocktail real quick. I thought we could—”

  The door was flung open, and his eyes blazed at her as he took her into his arms, pinned her up against the door frame.

  He tucked her hands behind her and held both her wrists in place with one hand as he fondled her right breast with his left hand.

  “God, you smell good. Missed you today,” he breathed, then slid his lips down to her neck. He was inhaling at her pulse point like he was getting high off it. “Turn around.”

  “But we . . . Don’t we have to leave soon?”

  “I said, turn the fuck around. Now,” he said through his teeth.

  He released her wrists, and she turned around.

  His hands undid the button on her jeans, he unzipped and shimmied her tight jeans down her thighs.

  “Oh, God, a thong. You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you? I’ll know it’s slipping inside your crack while I’m dancing with you, getting slick from your arousal. How am I supposed to be polite to Marly when I know this is going on, and all I’ll be able to think about is getting rid of her so I can get you alone?” He yanked her by the hips, creating some distance between her and the door frame.

  “Hang on—this won’t be gentle. Next time, I’ll slow down enough to appreciate all of you.” In the next breath, he dropped down, had his tongue on her pussy and his fingers were inside her, then alternating with her clit.

  She gripped the edges of the frame and wobbled in her heels as she tried to stay steady.

  Snap! Ziiiiiiip.

  His pants were undone, pushed down to his thighs like hers, and he stood, lining himself with her entrance.

  “You’re entirely too clean—time to dirty you up before I take you out. I want you smelling like my come, so when you’re dancing, all the dicks around smell me and know you’re taken.” He pushed her hair aside, bit her neck and whispered a menacing, “Mine! My Jeanie. My pussy to fuck and control. My tits to grip while I ride you.” His hands went to her breasts and groped her as he rammed his cock inside her, taking her breath away.

  Her head almost hit the wall, but she managed to angle her head to the side and miss it.

  She could barely breathe as he bit, dug his fingers in and even fisted her hair at the roots.

  For some reason, she didn’t care he was messing up her hair and acting violent.

  He was so savage in his brutal intensity all she could do was mew his name over and over, along with a few cries for God.

  “That’s it—come on my cock like a sweet little girl. Make me smell like you, too. The same goes for me. All those women will smell you all over me.” He pulled out and ran his entire inner hand across her wet vulva.

  She craned her head over her shoulder and watched with wide eyes and her breath trapped in her throat as he licked his palm, then smeared her juices over his Adam’s apple. His eyes were on fire and devouring her.

  “Oh Christ!” She choked back a sob of pleasure at the sight of him so undone.

  What had he done today to put him in this state?

  “Tell me you missed me,” he said, gripping her behind the neck. His moist hand was on her skin, marking her with both of their scent there now, too. “Tell me you were dying to have me inside you again. Once in the shower—a quick morning fuck isn’t enough.”

  “It’s never enough, Mark.”

  “God, please, call me Sir. I need to hear it.”

  “Sir . . . I missed you more than you’ll ever know. I was stir-crazy without you,” she said.

  He was back inside her, pummeling her insides hard, groaning like a feral animal behind her.

  With one hand on the back of her neck, the other reaching over and rubbing her clit, she came, her knees buckling on her.

  His hand was off her clit, wrapped around her waist, supporting her dead weight as he kept pounding into her.

  “Mine! All mine! I’ll fuck you whenever I damn well please, including in that club tonight, and you’ll let me. I’ll figure out a way to have what’s mine so you’re not worried about Marly. Say you’ll trust me.”

  “I do.” She inhaled in a rush as he pushed himself in harder—yet, pushing her off balance again. “Sir,” she tacked on.

  “Jesus—love the sound of that—love the feel of how creamy my cock is now with your come, but it’s not enough. I don’t wanna stop. I don’t give a shit if we have somewhere to be. Just wanna be inside you, feel how tight you are even after you’ve already come.”

  Her nails scraped into the wall for a moment when his thrusts went from a methodical rhythm to erratic and more desperate.

  “Can’t stop. Jeanie—tell me to stop or we’ll never leave. I want to eat you, taste you while you come on my tongue and drench my lips with your flavor.”

  “You can do whatever you like, Sir. But I do hope you’ll at least drink the cocktail I made you before we go.”

  For some reason, he grunted through a forced-sounding moan and then he was on his toes, shoving his cock in as far as it could go. He pulled out and let his cream spurt all over her lower back. His fingers rubbed it into her skin as his orgasm faded.

  A drink? Really?

  That was all it took? For her to remind him she’d done something for him?

  Shit—what would he do when she actually did start cooking?

  He dragged her top half up to standing. His left arm stayed around her waist and his right wound over the tops of her breasts, slanted at an angle so his right hand was right under her armpit. She was caged up against him.

  “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, and buying you that shit today got me all worked up. I can’t wait until we’re done tonight and I get you back here—home with me. I’ve got something special planned for you. So, no wearing yourself out tonight dancing. You save some of your energy for me. You’re gonna need it.” He kissed her ear through her hair, let go of her and smacked her tush.

  “Oh no.” She sniffed herself.

  “What?”

  “I smell like sex. We’re gonna see Pono’s parents when we pick up Marly and afterward.” She turned to look at him, expecting to find a guilty expression.

  Instead, he was smirking and putting his clothes back together like he’d planned this.

  “Did you do this on purpose?”

  “As my submissive, you don’t have the right to ask questions like that, but since you’re new at this, I’ll say I only ever do what’s for your own good.”

  She hobbled to the bathroom, yanked down his clean towel she’d washed and dried for him today an
d wiped her sopping vulva off on it. It would serve the asshole right for doing this to her. He wanted to smell like pussy tonight? Well, now he’d smell like pussy every damn day when he was at work—the fucker.

  She pulled her thong back up, though it was already disgusting with how wet and cold it was. Ugh! How was she supposed to dance like this and not chafe?

  Though they had little time, she pulled off her shoes, jeans and thong, then grabbed a pair of sensible white cotton panties and put them on. Let him be pissed when he put his hands down her jeans later and found something unappealing.

  She slipped her jeans back on and her heels.

  When she left his bathroom, he was in the kitchen, finishing off the drink she’d made him.

  The bastard was smiling, and for some reason, her heart melted at the sight of him.

  She shifted and looked away.

  Right now she wanted to be angry at him for setting her up for failure with Pono’s family.

  No way the Finaus wouldn’t notice they both reeked of sex.

  Shit.

  She walked back into his room and took a few deep breaths to keep under control.

  No tears. No way.

  “Time to go,” he called out.

  She took one last mind-cleansing breath and marched back out to him.

  He took her hand, kissed the back of it, then grinned as he walked her out to the car.

  “At least you have the peace of mind that Marly won’t realize what she smells,” he observed.

  “Hardly comforting,” she said, fighting off the urge to call him a dickhead.

  She was in no mood for correction, and if he gave her a bacon slap right now, she might claw his dick off.

  The drive over to get Marly was silent. She was hiding her frustration from him, and he was still smiling.

  “Stay in the car,” he told her, then exited.

  She gaped after him as he went to go get Marly.

  Was he protecting her from Pono’s parents, or did he sense how upset she was?

  Either way, gratitude washed through her from head to toe, and every sense was somehow heightened.

  Did he figure they would maybe guess he was sleeping with someone else? But why would they think that when they knew she was staying in his home as his guest?

  Questions continued to pour into her mind with no answers in sight.

  A few minutes later, he let Marly into the backseat.

  She hugged Jeanie over the headrest and immediately started babbling about a new boy she was seeing. Marly hoped he’d be there tonight. Apparently, this was his favorite hangout spot.

  Fabulous.

  This meant if Scott, the guy she was blabbing about, was there, Mark wouldn’t have to do anything to get rid of Marly.

  He’d probably lock Jeanie in the men’s bathroom with him and have his wicked way with her.

  Her safeword red, floated in her mind.

  Although she hadn’t used it yet, tonight she might.

  She wasn’t ready for this type of thing, especially not when her emotions were so raw over the idea of Pono’s parents suspecting she was Mark’s lover.

  The next hour was a blur with dancing, drinks and Mark’s hands all over her while they gyrated into each other on the dance floor.

  Scott was with Marly, dancing circles around her—a difficult achievement. Marly was a dancing machine. The girl never tired.

  He was doing flips, all sorts of air acrobatics and even krumped some.

  Jeanie could see why Marly was so into this guy. His talents were impressive.

  Marly was oblivious of Mark and Jeanie from the moment they entered the club. Good thing, too . . . Considering how things were going.

  Mark capitalized on Marly being distracted, pulling Jeanie into corners, molesting her and whispering dark, filthy things in her ears, into her cleavage and even her navel as he’d lift her shirt and lick her belly button.

  She could barely think—he was keeping her focused completely on him.

  His tongue was in that sensitive spot again, rimming her navel in the naughtiest way imaginable. It reminded her of how he’d come in that spot on her body a few days before.

  He kept her senses on high alert the entire time.

  When he stood up, he wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, ran his nose up and down her pulse point at her throat, and licked behind her ear, then bit there.

  “Having a hard time not fucking you—right here, right now. But you don’t want that, do you, sweet thing?” he cooed.

  She shook her head, but barely.

  “Okay,” he said through a dark chuckle. He took her hand and pulled her back out to the dance floor.

  She straightened her shirt out, and it stuck to her moist belly, his saliva having dampened it.

  Oh well. It looked like perspiration from dancing, so it wasn’t like anyone would really notice.

  He was attentive to her as they danced their way into a dark corner once more.

  Out of nowhere, his eyes grew tired and clouded with mixed emotions.

  “Marly’s having fun, and I’m hard as hell for you. Can’t wait much longer, so you’ll need to make some decisions, or you won’t have a choice—I’ll fuck you across a table if I have to.” Mark put her hand on his crotch as they danced so obscenely close, she hoped her sister-in-law wouldn’t look over and see them. “You cleaned my house today—made me dessert, didn’t you? I smelled it when I walked in the door.”

  She nodded and pressed her lips together.

  “Jesus Christ. You have no idea what that does to me—knowing you were thinking of me and serving my needs without being asked.” He groaned. “Thank God I got you dessert, too. I want you to see what you mean to me, and I swear you’ll love what I got you.” He kissed the tip of her nose and growled, “Can we get out of here now?”

  “It’s up to you—you’re in charge,” she said, her tone mocking. “Go fetch Marly and we can get home.”

  “What’s wrong?” Mark stopped swaying to the music and took her hand off his hard-on.

  “I don’t understand why we came here.” Her nose wrinkled and her mouth twitched into a frown.

  “We came here to have fun, so you could spend time with Marly,” he reminded her.

  “Uh, yeah, but she’s off with Scott. I’m with you. How is this any different from being at home? I wish we hadn’t come. I smell like a locker room where guys jack off. It’s gross.” She cocked her head at him. “And people have seen us dry humping each other all over this dance floor. You don’t think Marly’s seen how we’ve been acting like cats in heat?” Her throat tightened.

  He studied her like he was trying to figure something out, then took her hand and dragged her over to Marly.

  “Time to go,” he told Marly, standing behind her.

  “Not yet. We’re not done,” Marly said, standing in a circle, watching Scott get down.

  “Time to leave, now. We’re done here. Jeanie isn’t feeling well.”

  Marly turned and gave him a scathing look. “Just go. I’ll get a ride home.”

  Oh, shit. He was using that tone—the one that said he’d pick her up and carry her out if she tried to defy him.

  Mark gripped the back of her arm. “You’re my responsibility—I brought you here, and I’m not about to pawn you off to someone else. We. Are. Leaving. Say bye to your boyfriend.”

  Marly rolled her eyes, and her head followed as she groaned. She clomped her way out into the inner circle, said something in Scott’s ear, hugged him and then glared at Mark.

  She dragged her way out to the car, scowling at Jeanie now, too.

  “This blows. It’s not even close to my curfew.” Marly slunk into the backseat and kicked the back of Jeanie’s seat with her right foot.

  “Young lady, you will keep from acting like a spoiled brat, or you won’t be going out with us again in the future,” Mark told her, then shut her door.

  “Fuck you—bossy prick!” Marly mumbled.

  Jea
nie kept quiet.

  Mark slipped into the car, and there was an uncomfortable silence the entire ride back to Marly’s house.

  Once they were there, Mark ordered everyone out.

  Jeanie’s veins froze in her body because she was icy and numb.

  “You can’t be serious,” Marly said, “I can walk myself inside. It’s not like I’m gonna run off.”

  “I want to have a little chat with your folks before I go,” he said, stony-faced.

  “You’re serious? You’re gonna tell them I was misbehaving when all I did was complain a little when it was time to go? What the hell?” Marly raced up to her door, opened it and ran inside, straight to her bedroom.

  Mark turned to Jeanie. “You need to know—I’m going in there right now, and I’m telling them about our relationship. It’s time. And if you recall, I told you the night you first turned your body over to me, that I would take care of this situation with his family. I know you’ve worried, and you have guilt over this, but telling them is the only way we can continue and move on. This is what’s best for both of us. There’s no need for guilt, and there will not be a discussion. You’ve chosen not to tell them—I accept that, so I’m dealing with this—now.”

  She swallowed hard, and her eyes popped open wide.

  Mark stepped inside, stringing Jeanie along behind him.

  “No, Mark. I can’t face them,” she whimpered at his shoulder blade. “Not when I smell like this . . .”

  God, please no!

  “I’ll do all the talking.” He roamed into their living room where both Pono’s parents were watching TV. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

  She tugged a little for a second, then relaxed her hand in his. It was too late to do anything now. He was right—she could’ve told them already but chose not to. It didn’t mean this was going to be painless.

  She winced as soon as he spoke.

  “Hey, can I have a moment of your time?” Mark stood tall, casting an ominous shadow from the light of the TV across their living room floor.

  “Sure.” Kueili turned off the TV.

  “Everything okay?” Toloa asked, her dark brows inching up on her forehead. She stood up like she was going to approach them and give a welcoming hug.

  “Everything’s great. Please, take a seat. No need to get up. This’ll only take a few minutes.”