I opened her legs wider and dropped down to my knees. My hands gripped her ankles and moved them about a shoulder’s width apart. I bent her at her waist, giving me perfect access to her sex. I moved my hands up her legs, rubbing her thighs as I got closer to her core. Placing my fingers over her clit, I rubbed at the sensitive mound feverishly, as my tongue found its way into her opening, fucking her cunt. I licked and sucked her lips, and plunged my tongue back inside her. I felt her body tightening, her muscles contracting, as the storm brewed inside of her.
“Let it go, Emma. Give it to me.” I said as I licked her cunt, moving my thumb rapidly against her clit, hitting her piercing in the process. A few more licks, and I felt her body stiffen, her breathing stop, as she exploded over my tongue. “Good girl.”
I stood and lowered my pants, rolling a condom over my length. Gripping her hips, I thrust inside of her hot, wet, tight pussy. The warmth of her surrounding my cock was almost too much to take. I slowed my movements, deliberately pulling out until my tip was at the opening, then slowly pushed back in, taking her as deep as I could. Her ass was presented nicely for me, as her tits swayed back and forth. I moved my hands back up to her chest and caressed the mounds, twisting her nipples. She gasped as I alternated between the two.
“That’s right. I know you like it.”
“Yes, sir. I do.” Her hands slid down the glass as I continued to squeeze her flesh and move slowly in and out of her. I attempted to control myself; watching her pressed up against the window, naked for anyone to see, had me more aroused than usual. I moved my attention back to her clit, pulling at it while I flicked the piercing back and forth with my finger. Emma’s breathing was quick, and her body was blotchy from her arousal. I rubbed her clit between my fingers, and heard her call my name. I sped up my thrusts, pounding into her from behind, until I found my release, and blew my load deep inside of her. I pulled her to the floor with me. “Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up again.” I kissed her deep, exploring her mouth with mine again, before standing and pulling her back up with me.
“Sounds good, sir.”
Chapter 20-Emma
We lay in Marcus’s bed naked after the shower our bodies intertwined, the aroma of sex and Marcus still lingering on the sheets. I didn’t mind too much. It felt nice to be surrounded by his smell, by him. My mind drifted back and forth to the events of earlier tonight. Part of me was elated that Marcus had seemed to pull back from the professionalism angle, and I was proud of the fact that I hadn’t shied away, like I normally did. The other part of me was conflicted with anger and fear. I apparently had a stalker, one that had been able to take photos of me pretty much everywhere I went. The thought was unsettling. Why me? What was so great about me?
“What are you thinking about?” Marcus’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I was curled into his side with my back against his chest, his arm around my neck and the other lazily rubbing my stomach.
“Just about today.” I answered. There were so many questions that needed to be answered, needed to be asked. But was this the right time?
“What about today specifically?”
“You and me. What happened at the bakery, and where we stand; the stalker; Nikki and Ally.” I turned to face him. “Can I ask a question?”
His fingers stroked my cheek. “Of course. Ask anything.”
I swallowed, hoping that, given time, my courage would build up. “What did happen between us today? Besides the obvious. For weeks, you’ve been trying to remain professional and keep your distance. Then tonight, that all changed. Why?”
His hands left my face and moved down my arms. “I gave up trying to stay away.”
I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at him. “I don’t understand. Why would you want to stay away?”
I waited for him to answer. Anything would be better than the silence currently cloaking the room, cloaking us.
“I have a tendency to hurt those that I care about, Emma. I didn’t want to hurt you. I still don’t. But there’s something about you that I just can’t stay away from.” I looked into his eyes and could tell he was being honest. Marcus wore his emotions in his eyes.
“Tell me about her.”
“Who?”
“The girl you hurt so bad that you haven’t ventured into any other committed relationships, or, hell, relationships at all.”
“Only if you tell me why you lied on your application? You tell me your story, I’ll tell you mine.”
I pondered the idea for a moment. It was a reasonable request. I wasn’t all that ashamed about my past, mostly it just sucked.
“Deal. You go first.” I moved closer to him, placing my head on his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles and the tattoo over his abdomen with my fingers. What I originally thought was just a sleeve turned out to be a complete tattoo down both the front and back of his left side. A Celtic design of some sort.
He placed a quick kiss on my forehead, and wrapped his arm around me again. “Her name was April. She was that last woman that I ever thought about committing myself to. I met her during my sophomore year of college, just as I was starting in this lifestyle. She was innocent, but fun to be around. As I delved deeper and deeper into the lifestyle, I pushed her further and further away. I tried to leave it behind, but I enjoyed the control, the need to be dominant. I thought that, as long as I had her, I didn’t need this. But I was wrong.”
He paused and I waited, still tracing his tattoo with my fingers.
“I pushed and pulled her back and forth, until, finally, she agreed to be part of this world with me. Long story short, I pushed too hard, was too controlling. She eventually left me, and ended up committing suicide about a year later. I still haven’t been able to completely forgive myself for breaking her down. She never said anything.” His voice trailed off, and I could tell that he was upset. Hell, I would have been.
“You didn’t kill her.”
“Yes, I did. I pushed her too far. I broke her spirit. I took away everything that she was, in order to fulfill my selfish needs. From that point on, I made it a point to not get involved. Not to hurt anyone else. But that changed when you walked in to the club that first day. I needed to know you, I couldn’t stay away.” His hands stopped stroking me, and moved their way up my back to pull me closer. “You’re turn.”
I took a breath in. My story wasn’t half as bad as Marcus thought his to be.
“Mine isn’t that bad compared. My love life, let’s say, wasn’t always the best. The one serious relationship I had was during college, and the guy turned out to be a complete prick. Most of the time, the men I chose, those bad boy types, ended up being selfish assholes. I was always the one to pleasure and not be pleasured, so to say. My sex life wasn’t overly satisfying. I decided to take control one night, and bring a little kink into the bedroom. Colin, the ass I was with, played along for a while. I took control, I called the shots, until one night, I didn’t. He had tied me to my bed, and left. I was gagged and bound, helpless. I called out to him with no response. About an hour later, I heard him come through the door with friends. Needless to say, my fear of public nudity stems from that experience. He humiliated me in front of his friends, guys that I knew. Taunting my likes, my desires. He stripped me naked, and let his friends have their way. Grabbing me, fingering me, teasing me. I cried for him to stop, but the asshole never did, until Nikki came barreling through the door and kicked them all out. It wasn’t a pretty time.”
“What happened to the asshole?” Marcus asked with a sharper sound to his voice. I heard him grinding his teeth as he stroked my hair.
“I left him. I moved in with Nikki, and finished my last year of culinary school. After that, I moved back home for a year, and then to Boston. Since then, I’ve always been in control. I get what I need, and I leave. No relationships here, either. My trust is hard to give to anyone.” I stopped to let him respond, ponder, whatever.
“Yet, you walked in to a BDSM club looking to be a su
bmissive. That takes giving control and trust to the next level.” He moved so that he could look into my eyes. “You are a natural submissive. You are familiar with protocol, with scenes, how so?”
“When I realized what I truly wanted, needed, I did a lot of research. I had to make sure that this was truly what I wanted. I talked to other submissives; I read everything I could. I thought the program could help me with my trust issues. Then I met you, and I knew immediately. There was something about you, Marcus, that I instantly trusted. I can’t explain it, because, hell, I can’t explain it to myself, but it’s there.”
“What is it that you want, Emma?” It was a simple question, but one that I didn’t have a simple answer to.
“I want to be loved. I want my desires taken care of without me thinking about them. I want to know that I please someone so much that I don’t have to worry about masturbating afterward to get off. I want to be connected to someone as if they can read my mind, anticipate my needs. I’m sorry, Marcus, it isn’t a simple answer.”
“Not much is black and white.”
“Where does that leave us?” I asked, afraid of the answer. I hoped that this would continue, even though I’d spent weeks wondering if it should.
“It leaves us exactly where we are, together in my bed. I was serious with you, Emma. I’m not going anywhere. You make me want things that I haven’t wanted in a very long time. You make me want to be a better person, to try to be the man you are worthy of.” His eyes were filled with remorse, truth and pain, and I knew he was telling the truth. Thinking about it, Marcus had never once lied to me. And that felt good.
“I’m not going anywhere either,” I said as I placed a kiss on his lips. “Let’s get some sleep. We have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow at the shop.”
“Let me guess…Nikki?”
“You got it. Hopefully we get there before she does, or all hell will break loose.” I heard Marcus chuckle. He’d had his run in with her. And now I had a lot of explaining to do to her, and to Ally. Tomorrow would be my come clean moment, but it was to protect them; to protect all of us.
“Good night, my love.”
“Good night, Marcus.”
******
I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon. I looked at the clock and saw that it was just after 6 a.m. Jesus Christ, what the hell was he thinking? I stumbled out of his monstrosity of a bed and made my way towards the kitchen, which was open against the wall opposite the fabulous glass windows of the living room. I hadn’t really noticed the kitchen last night, what with everything that was going on. The floor was a gray slate. The back wall was filled with the stainless steel range, and double ovens. The back splash was accented with black tile set to resemble a brick pattern. In the middle of the area was a gray island, inset with two sinks and a great work area, finished off with a breakfast bar lined with three bar stools. The small wall adjacent to the back wall was lined with matching gray cabinetry. Recessed lighting, accented by a gold light fixture over the island, completed the decor.
“I didn’t know you cooked,” I said as I took a seat on one of the stools.
“I’m Italian. My mother wouldn’t have had it any other way,” he replied as he finished removing the bacon from the pan. He slid me a mug of coffee. “Cream and sugar are right there next to you.”
“Thank you. By the way, why are we up so freaking early?” I added the cream and sugar to my coffee, and looked back at him as he moved the plate of bacon and eggs toward me.
“We need to get you back to your apartment to change, and get to the store before you are supposed to open. Devlin is there already, installing the cameras and security system.”
I grunted back at him. “You realize we open at 7:30? How am I going to shower and get changed and back down to the store by then?”
“You better get your ass moving then.” He looked at me, then turned to grab two travel mugs from his cabinet. He poured our coffees into them. “There’s one problem solved. Let’s go.” He motioned toward the door. There’s that dominant side again. God knows I love it though.
“Fine, boss man.” I stuck out my tongue as I passed him, only to receive a quick swat on my ass.
“Don’t you know it?”
*****
An hour later, we were pulling up to the back entrance of my bakery, with a black Suburban parked outside already. Must be Devlin. We walked through the back entrance, and I placed my stuff into my office and headed toward the sales area to catch up with Devlin, who was already speaking with Marcus.
“So boss, where have you placed the cameras so that they will not be intrusive?” I was still not completely on board with the idea of the shop being watched, but, deep down, I knew that it was the best thing in order to try to catch the stalker.
“Take a look around, Emma. Let me know if you think you could find them?” Devlin looked at me, and then moved his hands in the air to signal that I should look around. He was right; I couldn’t see them immediately, as I had feared.
I looked back at him. “So where did you hide them?”
He smiled and looked at Marcus, and then back at me. “We installed small cameras throughout the shop and the bakery area, in order to monitor the main areas that we need; primarily the seating area and the doorway, as well as the counter in the shop, and the rear entrance.” He paused and looked at me again. “I made sure that your customers will not notice the cameras. This is for your safety, Emma. We believe the stalker comes in here quite often, and we need to make sure.”
“What if he hasn’t been in yet?”
“If he hasn’t been in yet, he will be.” Devlin was serious about that, so I knew that it probably was true. Stalkers eventually want to confront their victims.
“Okay.” I looked at Marcus. “Now to tell Nikki and Ally.” Marcus came over and put his hands on my shoulders, rubbing my arms.
“It will be okay,” he said, placing a kiss on my head. And with that said, Nikki barreled through the back door, with Ally in tow. I had sent them both a text last night to meet me at the shop early to go over a few things.
“Whoa, what is going on here? And who are the hotties?” Nikki had never had a filter on her mouth the entire time that we had known each other.
“Nikki Martin! Please watch your mouth,” I ordered as she came to a stop. She looked at me, looked at Marcus holding me, and then at Devlin, before returning to me.
“Em, everything okay?” Her voice was now full of concern.
“Not really. Let’s sit and I will explain everything.” I looked at her and then at Ally. We moved to one of the tables at the front of the shop. Marcus sat next to me, and Nikki and Ally were across from me. I looked hesitantly at Marcus, and took a deep breath.
Ally took my hands. “Just tell us what’s going on.”
“Okay, well, to begin with, I’ve been receiving weird phone calls, mostly heavy breathing or just silence and then hang ups. I didn’t think much about it until I received the flowers the other day. When I found out they were not from Marcus, I figured a client must have sent them. However, the other night I received a package of photos in an unmarked envelope.” I stopped and looked at Marcus, who rubbed my back. “The photos were of me, in many different places, and at different times. I don’t want to go into what the pictures were of, but let me say that this person was able to find me in a place I haven’t even told you two about. Which leads me to why Marcus and Devlin are here.”
Nikki looked at me. “Ha! I knew that there was more between you two.” She moved her finger back and forth between Marcus and me.
“Yeah, Nik, there is. Okay, let me say that I have been exploring some areas of my sexuality that I’ve been interested in for a while. That is where Marcus comes in. I met him through a program that I had applied to. Marcus owns Devoured. Devlin is the head of security there.”
Nikki’s face drained of color. “Are you sure about this, Emma, you know, after last time?”
“Of course
I am, Nikki. Throughout the past couple of months, and since meeting Marcus, it is what I want.” Nikki looked at Marcus. “So what, you’re her Dom?”
“No, I am her boyfriend, not just her Dom. Yes, I am a Dominant, but rest assured that Emma means more to me than that. Her happiness and safety are my primary concerns.”
I jumped in quickly and looked at Marcus. “Boyfriend? We hadn’t even discussed that yet.” I turned to Nikki. “What Marcus is trying to say, is that, yes, we are seeing each other in more aspects than one.”
Nikki didn’t seem to completely believe what he had said, but she looked back at me, and I nodded in reassurance. “If it is what you want, then I am behind you.”
“Thank You.” I got up and hugged Nikki and then Ally, before sitting back down at the table. Ally looked at me. “So what does this have to do with us?”
And as if on cue, Devlin walked back into the shop. “Well, we’ve installed a bunch of cameras to hopefully catch a glimpse of this guy before he can hurt Emma. We also will have two of my security team stationed outside within the market. We want you to pretend like nothing is wrong, everything is fine. Otherwise, he might suspect that we are attempting to catch him.”
Marcus cleared his throat. “And Emma will have a security detail with her when she is not here, whether that be me or one of Devlin’s security team. We would like to make sure you two are safe as well and have assigned detail to you too, if you want it.”
I turned to look at Devlin and Marcus. “Are you kidding me? Don’t you think that is overkill? We don’t need babysitters.” To say that I was angry was an understatement. I could feel my blood pressure rising. They hadn’t even discussed this with me, let alone drop it in front of Nikki and Ally. Did he think that I wouldn’t respond? What the fuck?
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