by Marie Force
“And I promise to let you.”
A spark of fire lights up her eyes. “I won’t go easy on you.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
“Does that mean…” She swallows hard. “You won’t go easy on me either?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Hell no.”
I would’ve bet my life on that answer, and she doesn’t disappoint.
“Don’t you dare go easy on me. I can take whatever you’re handing out.”
I sincerely doubt that, but I know better than to say so. “Hard limits?”
Her chin goes up in defiance. “None.”
“Marlowe… Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you have hard limits.”
“I don’t.”
“So I can bring a goat in to pee on you or—”
She pinches my lips together and then releases them. “No animals, no pee.”
“See, you do have hard limits. What else?”
“Are we being honest here?”
“Always.”
Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as she seems to contemplate how honest she wants to be. “I was lightly dominated while in training. So I’ve never really…”
I’m stunned and wildly aroused. “Had done to you what you’ve done to others?”
“Something like that.”
“Why do I suddenly feel like a kid in a candy store?”
“Go easy, Candy Man. You need to break me in slowly.”
“Oh, I’ll break you in, baby. I’ll break you in so good, you’ll be begging your Candy Man for more.”
“Give it your best shot.”
“I want you naked on your hands and knees in the middle of my bed. And hurry up about it.”
As she removes the nightgown, I notice a slight tremble in her hands. It thrills me to know she’s excited and nervous. There’s nothing I love better than a sub who’s a little afraid of what’s coming. The fear exacerbates the pleasure. And a sub who’s actually a Domme stepping outside her comfort zone? Even better.
When she’s in position, I study her for a long time, planning my approach and making a mental list of what I’ll need while trying to ignore the intense desire that makes my cock ache from wanting her. Not yet. But soon…
“Don’t move.”
She tosses a saucy look over her shoulder. “Where would I go?”
“Talking back to your Dom, sub? Never a good idea, especially from someone who should know the rules by now. Let me refresh your memory. You’re not to speak unless your Dom asks you a direct question or unless you require your safe word. Understood?”
“Yes.”
I swear she’s doing this on purpose. “Yes, who?”
“Sir. Yes, sir.”
“Much better. Now don’t move.” I leave the bedroom and go into my office where I keep a locked cabinet with items intended to provide the ultimate pleasure. When I have what I need, I return to the bedroom.
Marlowe is right where I left her. Upon closer inspection, I note a slight tremble in her thighs that thrills me. I can’t wait to make her tremble everywhere.
If I make her scream, too? Even better.
Chapter 14
He’s drawing this out to torture me, and it’s definitely working. I’m impatient by nature, which is why I’m better suited to being in charge rather than being the one left waiting for the Dom to get on with it already. But I know better than to mouth off, so I voice my frustrations internally when I’d prefer to air them out.
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this or how relieved I am to know that I don’t have to do any of the thinking. I’m just along for the ride. I’ve seen Sebastian in Dom mode, so I have an idea of what to expect. He’s intense, focused and driven, three qualities I admire in others. But I’ve never yet had a lover who was all three of those things. Usually, they’re one of the three, but never all.
His intensity makes me nervous even as my arousal spikes to previously unmatched levels. Every part of me is on full alert. My nipples tingle, my clit throbs and my muscles quiver in anticipation.
In my effort to put the nightmare with Rafe behind me, I’ve found something new in a longtime friend, and it’s just what I need. Being with someone who truly cares about me the way Sebastian does, someone I can trust implicitly, allows me to relax in a way I usually can’t with other men. I’m always questioning their motives and wondering if they’re with me for me or for what I can do for them and their careers.
None of that is a concern with Sebastian, who was a true friend long before we ever changed the rules between us. He wants this to be more than a fling, and now that I know how he feels, I can picture us together in a way I couldn’t have only a week ago. Funny how things can change when people are honest with each other.
That said, I’m well aware of his issues in the area of commitment, so while I feel comfortable with him in this context, it would do me well to guard my heart where he’s concerned. I already care about him so much. Enough that he could probably break my heart if I let him.
The bed dips behind me, and then he’s there, his hands on my ass, squeezing and shaping, his hard cock hot against my most sensitive flesh. The coarse hair on his legs brushing against the backs of my legs gives me goose bumps.
I have to give him credit—he’s barely touched me, and I’m more aroused than I can recall being in, well, ever.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” My voice sounds weird. I wonder if he notices it, too.
“Are you scared, Marlowe?”
“No.” I clear my throat. “No, sir.” I’m not at all afraid of him.
“What do you think your punishment should be?”
“I leave that up to you, sir. You know what’s best for me.”
The sound that comes from him is a cross between a groan and a growl. “I believe a spanking is in order.”
“I-if you say so, sir.”
“I do.” He cups and squeezes my ass cheeks. “I say so. How many spanks do you think you deserve?”
“Ah, three?”
“That’s nowhere near enough. We need three for you talking back to your Dom and at least five more for you blaming yourself for things that aren’t your fault. And then there’re the secrets you’ve been keeping from me.”
“What secrets?”
I hear the smack of his hand against my ass before I feel the burn that spreads like an out-of-control wildfire from my backside to my sex in a matter of seconds. I’ve been spanked before, but it never did much for me. I should’ve known it would be different with him.
He rubs the spot where his hand connected with my flesh. “Are you recalling the secrets you kept from me yet?”
“No, sir.”
His hand connects with the other cheek, and my reaction is even more pronounced the second time. “Mmmm, someone likes being spanked.”
I do like it. I like that I can turn over my pleasure to him and not have to think about anything other than what he decides I should think about. My brain is tired, and as Sebastian administers my “punishment,” I feel myself shutting down, checking out and focusing completely on the pleasure that’s so overwhelming, there’s no room for anything else. Nothing else matters but him and me and what’s happening right here and now.
One little thought keeps entering my mind, however.
All this time…
He was right here. Capable of this.
The next thing I’m aware of is his tongue between my legs, his fingers inside me and the orgasm that seems to come from nowhere, flinging me up and then dropping me into a free fall that makes me scream.
“Ready for more?” His voice is gruff and sexy, letting me know I’m not the only one being swept up in this.
“Yes, sir.”
“Do we need birth control? Condoms?”
“I’m protected and safe, if you are.”
“I got tested two weeks ago and haven’t been with anyone since.�
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“We don’t need condoms, then.”
He pushes his cock into me, and I cry out again. The struggle to accommodate him is epic, and before he’s halfway in, I’ve already come again. This can’t be real. These things don’t happen to me. I became a Domme because I’d rarely encountered a man who could make me feel anything special when it came to sex. Rather than be continuously disappointed, I’d taken matters into my own hands and doled out the pleasure while rarely taking any for myself.
Rafe had been an exception. I enjoyed sex with him, but I could never let go entirely, probably because I knew instinctively that I couldn’t really trust him.
But this… Sebastian still hasn’t given me all of him, and I already know he’s the best I’ve ever had.
His hand comes down again on my right cheek. “Let me in.”
I force myself to relax, to breathe, to surrender to him.
“Yes. Like that. Just like that.”
I’m stretched to my absolute limit and having one orgasm after another. Every nerve ending is on high alert for what comes next.
Grasping my hips, he pulls out and then slams back in.
My eyes roll back in my head, and my mouth opens on a silent scream.
I knew it would be good with her, but this is something else altogether. I have to remind myself to go easy on her, that she was badly injured only a few days ago. Despite her claims to the contrary, she’s not ready for any of this, but damn if I could bring myself to say no to her after she told me what she wanted.
Her skin is so soft, her pussy tight, wet and hot. She’s a dream come true, a dream I never allowed myself to have. And now that she’s here in my home and my bed and my arms, I hope she plans to stick around, because I don’t think I could stand to let her go.
I hate to think that we owe that son of a bitch Rafe a debt of gratitude, but this wouldn’t be happening if he hadn’t done what he did to her. It’s an awful thought, but it’s the truth no matter how much we both might wish otherwise.
I want to see her face, that gorgeous, one-in-a-million face that millions of men the world over have fallen in love with. I withdraw from her, and she gasps from the impact of my departure. Next to her, I stretch out on my back. “Get on top.”
It takes her a second to get herself together and follow my direction.
I’m satisfied to note that her brain seems somewhat scrambled. Excellent. If she’s scrambled, she’s not blaming herself for what happened with him or worrying about going public with what he did or focused on anything other than pleasure. That’s all I want her thinking about while we’re together. She’s got enough to think about the rest of the time. In here, it’s all about her.
She’s still trying to get herself situated, so I decide to move things along, lifting her by the hips and bringing her down on top of me, cautious not to do anything to further injure her. The marks and bruises on her skin infuriate me. She may have my handprints on her ass tomorrow, but she asked for that. She certainly didn’t ask for the bruises that mar the flawless skin on her face, ribs, arms and legs or the healing lash marks on her back.
I grasp my cock around the base. “Take me.”
Her gaze crashes into mine when she raises herself to follow my order.
I don’t do eye contact during sex. It’s too personal, but I can’t look away from her. I want her to know exactly who she’s doing this with.
She comes down on my cock, her eyes widening and her mouth forming an O.
Not every woman can handle me, but I always knew she could. She’s a badass. There’s nothing she can’t handle, even a ten-inch cock. But it takes some time for her to accept all of me, which is fine. I’ve got nowhere to be until late tomorrow afternoon. I can wait all night for her to work her way onto me, one torturous inch at a time.
I slide my hands from her hips to her luscious, full breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples. Part of me can’t believe that Marlowe Sloane is naked in my bed and riding me with such abandon. I want to ask if she’s okay, if anything hurts, but I don’t want to take her out of the moment by asking about injuries that he gave her. No, I want her thinking only of me and us and this.
“I… I don’t think I can do it.” She’s taken half of me.
“Yes, you can.”
She shakes her head.
“Do you need your safe word?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“No.”
I laugh as I raise my hips to give her some more of what she thinks she’s already got enough of. “Nice and easy, sugar. You got this.”
“You got too much.”
“Shhhh, no talking. Just feel.”
“I feel like I’m being split in half.”
I let her get away with the chatter because submitting is new to her, but we’re going to have a conversation about topping from the bottom after this. I decide to cut her a break and sit up, wrapping my arms around her lower back where there’s no chance of brushing up against the wounds. The new position sends me deeper into her.
“Jesus,” she mutters.
“No, it’s Sebastian. Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s poor form to use another man’s name when you’re in bed with someone?”
“Very funny.” Her teeth are gritted, her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I can feel her having one small orgasm after another.
Despite her protests, she’s enjoying this, which is all that matters. I cup her ass, spread her cheeks and lift her, bringing her nipples close enough to my mouth that I can lick and suck and bite them.
She fists my hair and pulls so hard I see stars, but I don’t let up, and when I release her many minutes later, she slides down the full length of me and explodes. Her orgasm is so intense that I can’t hold back my own. I anchor her hips and power into her, giving in to the desire that seems to come from my very soul.
She comes down on top of me, breathing hard as her pussy continues to contract around my dick, a feeling I could very easily become addicted to. She’s a feeling I could very easily become addicted to.
“Are you okay?” I need to know that we didn’t make anything worse.
“Mmmmm.” She sounds blissed out, which is how I want her.
“Anything hurt?”
“Not at the moment, but I’m going to feel that later.”
I run my fingers through her hair with one hand and caress her sweet ass with the other. “I like that you’re going to feel me when I’m gone.”
“I’ll feel you for days.”
“Then my work here is finished.”
She raises her head to give me a defiant look. “And here I thought your work was just getting started.”
“You’re right. It is. I’ve only begun to scratch the surface of my Marlowe-related fantasies.”
Her head returns to my chest, and the silk of her hair against my skin fires me up all over again, as if I didn’t just come so hard, I nearly blacked out.
“I’m sorry.” Her softly spoken words put me on alert.
“For what?”
“That I never once allowed myself to consider this possibility because we were such good friends, which I now realize was seriously stupid on my part. Friendship is a great place to start.”
“No need to apologize, babe. I thought of you this way many times but never said anything. We were both a little stupid.”
“Will you promise me something?”
“Right about now, you could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to you if I could.”
“I only want one thing.”
“Name it.”
“No matter what happens between us, promise we’ll still be friends.”
“Always.”
“You promise?”
“I will if you will.”
“I promise.”
We exist in peaceful silence for a long while until she speaks up again. “There’s something else I want.”
“Tell me.”
“If you’re doing this wi
th me, you’re not doing it with anyone else. That’s nonnegotiable for me. I don’t share.”
I can’t help the laughter that spills out of me, even though I know she’s dead serious.
Her head comes up off my chest, her brows narrowed and her fabulous green eyes shooting daggers at me. “Why’re you laughing?”
“Because if I have the gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, incredible Marlowe Sloane in my bed, I have absolutely no need for anyone else. You don’t have to worry about me looking for side jobs.”
“Even when you want someone who’s completely submissive to you?”
“Even then.”
“Even when you’re surrounded by sexy, willing women every night at work?”
“Especially then. You know how rarely I partake of the offers I receive at work.” I give her hair a gentle tug, compelling her to look at me. “I’ve had a lot of fun with a lot of different women—and a few men.”
“Is that right?”
“Uh-huh. Does that shock you?”
“Not really. I knew you were adventuresome, even if you kept most of your adventures private.”
“I never have gotten into the public aspects of our lifestyle. Once in a while, but not as a rule.”
“I don’t mind being public when I’m in charge, but I’m not into being the vulnerable one on public display. People would enjoy that too much.”
“Because of who you are.”
She nods. “I don’t really have the luxury of letting it all hang out in public, even if I have faith in the NDAs. It’s too easy, especially these days, for people to post something online in a matter of seconds. I’ve walked a fine line between participating in the lifestyle and doing it in a way that would never leave me open to exploitation. If the public were to see me tricked out like a Domme, I could say it was research for a role. If they saw some guy dominating me, I’d be hard-pressed to explain that, you know?”
“I get it.” I’ve never thought about that from her perspective, but it does make sense when she explains it to me. “If you were outed as a Domme, it would only add to your badass reputation.”
She laughs. “That’s true.”
Something else occurs to me, something so big and wild that I’m not sure if I should go there with her, even in this moment of intimate honesty.