by Force, Marie
I run my fingers through her long hair. “What?”
“I’d like to let someone else worry about the details.”
“So what you’re saying…”
“I’m tired, Seb. I want someone else to take care of me for a while.”
“How long is a while?”
“I don’t know.”
“I want to be the one to take care of you, Marlowe. God knows, I want to be the one. But I don’t know if I can do a fling with you.”
“Oh, well… Okay.”
When she moves to get up, I tighten my hold on her to keep her with me. “You’re misunderstanding me, sweetheart. I’m not saying no to you. I’m saying no to a fling.”
“So you want this to be… more?”
I nod. “More than a fling. Beyond that, I don’t know.”
“I’m still trying to believe you want me that way and never said anything.”
“I wish now that I had. I could’ve saved you from what you went through with him.”
“Maybe I was meant to go through that so it could lead me to you.”
“Wouldn’t that be something?”
Smiling, she nods and reaches for me, bringing me in for a kiss. “I’ve wondered, for years, what it might be like to kiss you.”
God, I wish I’d known that. “And now that you have?”
“I wish I’d done it ages ago.”
“Come to bed with me. Let me take care of you the way I’ve wanted to for so long.”
“You and I both know this isn’t as simple as we’re trying to make it.”
I know what she means. We’re both dominants, and at some point, we’ll need to address that dynamic and how it’ll work for us. But that doesn’t have to happen tonight. “We’ll figure it out.”
“What if we can’t?”
“We will.” With her in my arms, I stand and then put her down so we can gather the candles and bring them with us to my room. Normally, I couldn’t be bothered with shit like candles and romance, but I want her to have it all. She deserves nothing less than full romance, and I want to be the one to give it to her. “About that punishment you have coming…”
“What about it?”
“How do you think we should handle that?”
She links her index fingers and looks at me expectantly. “I have no idea. You’re in charge. I’d think that would be up to you.”
I go to her, put my hands on her hips and kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose and then her lips. “Have you ever been a sub?”
“Not in years. I used to switch, but I could never find a Dom who did it for me, so eventually, I stopped trying.”
Her words are like gas on my fire. “And that’s what you want now? You want me to dominate you, to take control of your pleasure?”
“I want to try.” She looks up at me with courage and determination and trust.
Knowing she trusts me is the ultimate pleasure. “Remind me of your safe word.” I love that I don’t need to explain the rules to her the way I would with a new sub. “And I want a promise. But first the safe word.”
“Famous.”
I love that she chose that word.
“What do you want me to promise?”
“That when you feel up for it, you’ll return the favor.”
Her expressive eyes widen. “You want me to dominate you?”
I nod, keeping my gaze fixed on hers.
“You’re not a switch.”
“No, I’m not, but you are a Domme. If you try to deny who you really are—indefinitely—you’ll be unfulfilled. I want you fulfilled and happy and content. I need you to promise me that, when the time is right, you’ll take the lead.”
Although she still seems unconvinced that it’d be possible to dominate me, she nods. “Okay, I promise.”
“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.”
“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.”