“My little slut,” Marcus said. “Do you want to get off?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.
“Then do it. You deserve it. My good little kitten whore.”
Gabi gasped. A tremble coursed up her legs. She was close. Kneeling behind her, Marcus replaced his hand with his mouth. He groaned at the first taste of her musk. Licking her from top to bottom, he fucked her with his tongue while stroking her clit with his thumb and index finger. Gabi whimpered. Her body shook.
“Come for me, kitten. Whenever you want.”
Doubling his efforts with his tongue, he pinched her clit. Gabi cried out, her legs stiffening, and juices dribbled onto his chin.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, lapping at her. “And delicious.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she mumbled. “That was, I haven’t. Fuck. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time,” she confessed with a self-conscious laugh.
Marcus pulled back. “And we’ve only just begun.”
Dipping his fingers back into her pussy, he gathered her juices and brought them to her ass, rimming her hole. She tensed.
“Relax, kit. I’m not going to hurt you,” he reminded her.
He grabbed her ass cheeks and massaged them vigorously, pushing her cheeks together then pulling them apart. Abruptly, he smacked one of her globes in quick succession. Gabi gasped and tilted her ass upward. He changed to the other side, and she panted. He forced himself to take a step back. Taking hold of the plug, he squirted lube onto it and some more on his fingers.
“Almost there, kitten. You’re spectacular.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied.
Marcus teased her anal whorl. Gabi swayed slightly. He pushed his finger inside.
“Tight little slut,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to fuck you here.”
“Sir,” she whimpered.
Marcus seesawed his digits, taking his time to spread her. Finally, he thrust in the tip of the plug. Gabi stiffened.
“Relax, kitten. You’re ready for it.”
“Yes.”
She dropped her head between her arms and pushed back against him as he bore down. Inch by inch the metal object disappeared into her body until only the flat fake diamond tip was left sparkling under the electric light.
“Gorgeous,” Marcus said.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He stroked her ass. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“I’m game, Sir.”
Marcus chuckled. “Not yet. Get dressed. We’re going to go train.”
“Train?”
“Of course. Why did you think I asked you to meet here?”
Chapter Nine
Gabi stared at Marcus. His gaze was steady, the slight curve of his lips the only indication that she might have misheard him.
“You want me to train with this up my ass?”
“Yes.” He cupped her cheek. “We won’t do anything drastic. A few stretches, a little cycling, maybe some weights. That’s it.”
She bit her lip. She wanted to complain. To barter. She knew better. They were no longer in the club. There, she’d ask for what she wanted and men would stumble over their feet to give it to her. Marcus was different. He’d made it clear from the start: he called the shots. He would not hurt her or do anything to harm her. Gabi met his eyes. Excitement zipped to her toes. Heat flooded her senses. She hadn’t been this aroused in ages, and at this point, she had nothing to lose.
“You know best, Sir,” she said.
The pride radiating from Marcus was unmistakable, and a warm, fuzzy feeling settled near to her heart. Surprised at the onslaught of emotion, she averted her gaze.
“You please me, kitten.”
Taking her hand, he led her back to the gym to an area with mats and floor to ceiling mirrors and with no one around.
“Let’s start with some stretching.” Marcus grinned wickedly, and she squirmed. “If you do all your exercises,” he whispered. “I’ll get you a treat after.”
Her heart skipped a beat, and she nodded.
Marcus took a step back. “Lie down and stretch your legs and arms, as if you’d just woken up. Take in a deep breath. Feel your body uncoil, your column aligning itself, coming out of the top of your skull all the way down to your toes.”
She did as instructed, fighting back a moan as the kinks in her body unfurled and the plug seated itself firmly in her ass.
They repeated the breathing exercises three times, every moment increasing her arousal.
“Now lift your right leg.”
The plug shifted lightly, and she bit her lip. Her pussy throbbed relentlessly.
Marcus grinned down at her. “Now the other,” he said softly. “Lift your torso and imagine you’re climbing up your legs. That’s it. Back down, deep breath and up.” Marcus squatted at her side. “How are you feeling, kitten?”
“Horny as hell,” she admitted.
Marcus chuckled. “Good. I want you dripping and desperate.”
“I’m close.”
“But not there yet. Repeat.”
They redid the exercise five more times.
“Sit back on your heels and stretch forward. I want to make sure you don’t have any tension on your back.”
“Why?”
“Because when I fuck you, I don’t want you to get a pulled muscle. Now, get on all fours. That’s it. Make sure your hands are at the height of your shoulders. Good girl.”
Gabi took in a shuddering breath. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples taut against the material of her sports bra. Liquid dribbled onto her panties, and in this position, she could think of little more than to be fucked hard.
Smack. Smack.
Gabi gasped loudly. Pleasure blazed across her ass cheeks making them clench around the plug. Her body was on fire, eager for more.
“Sir.”
“Perfect, sub,” Marcus growled. “I could fuck you right now, right here.” He grabbed her ponytail forcing her to look up to the mirror in front of them.
“You see what you do to me?” he asked, pointing to the large bulge in his shorts. She licked her lips. What would it be like to have him in her mouth? To have the power to bring him to release?
“Sir.” Her voice came out husky, pleading.
“Come on, we’re not done yet.”
Helping her to her feet, he tugged and drew her into his arms. His kiss was savage, clamoring possession with every stroke and nip. Gabi moaned.
“Please,” she murmured.
Marcus cupped her ass, his fingers seeking and finding the plug. He pressed down on it, and she whimpered.
“I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Whenever you’d like, Sir.”
An inkling of surprise seemed to cross his gaze, but he quickly stamped on it. His green eyes smoldered.
“Fuck the bicycles,” he growled. “Let’s find some privacy.”
As soon as they were back in his office, he lifted her into his arms. Her legs went around his waist, his erection rubbing against her crotch. Pressing her back to the door, he took hold of her arms and held them over her head.
“You’re mine,” he growled in her ear before raining kisses down her neck.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
Slipping his hand beneath her shirt, he reached for her breasts, kneading them.
“Let’s get rid of all these clothes.”
She slid down the length of his body, giving him a saucy grin.
“You’ll pay for that.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said before throwing off her shirt and sports bra. Butterflies fluttered in her belly, but she ignored them, quickly discarding the rest of her clothes.
“Kneel,” he said.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she lowered herself to her knees. Though she’d assumed the position with other Doms, it was the first time in years in which there was true meaning behind it. She spread her legs slightly and placed her hands, palm up, across her thighs. She
yearned to please Marcus and to make him proud. Her heart pounded, and her skin tingled under his stern gaze.
“You’re perfect, kitten,” he said, the depth of his voice making a shiver race down her spine.
Cupping her chin, Marcus lifted her gaze to his, the emotion there making her mind reel.
“Look at me, Gabi. Don’t hide from me.”
She opened her eyes, unaware she’d closed them. Her pulse raced. Marcus offered her his hand and helped her stand. Reaching between her legs, he rubbed the hilt of his palm against her clit, and she jumped.
“You’re soaked.”
“For you, Sir,” she said.
Marcus inserted two digits inside of her and rotated them. Gabi pressed her lips together, pleasure quickly building to heights she would not be able to control.
“My little slut,” he crooned, pumping.
“Sir.”
“I am going to fuck you, possess you, make you mine and mine alone.”
“No sharing?” she whispered, the old memory slinking into her brain like the foul smell of garbage.
“I never learned the Sesame Street lesson properly,” he whispered. “I don’t share what’s mine.”
Relief flooded her senses, and she bit back tears. Antonio hadn’t been so magnanimous. She’d also belonged to him, and because of that, he’d chosen whom she had sex with. Her body was his to do with it what he willed.
“Whatever happened to you in the past is better left there, kitten. You’re my treasure now.” Marcus reached behind her, grasping the plug. Then he rotated it and began to draw it out. Gabi teetered forward and grabbed his forearms. “I will cherish you,” he said, the bite of his words making it sound like a promise not to be toyed with. In a swift move, he pushed the thick object back inside her rear.
“Fuck me, Sir, please,” Gabi moaned.
Marcus shook his head. Placing a knee between her legs, he spread them apart.
“Not yet, kitten. You’re still in your head, thinking about the past instead of being here with me. When we fuck, I want you to be in the present moment. I’m going to demand you give yourself to me completely. My cock is going to turn blue, but I’m not going to fuck you yet.”
“Let me suck you then,” she offered, mouth watering at the prospect.
Marcus barked out a laugh.
“Too tempting. If I let you do it, I might just end up laying you down on the table and burying my dick in you. No, love. When you suck me, you’re also going to be completely aware of where you are and who you are with.” Marcus sniggered. “My knee is wet from your juices, kitty slut. Why don’t you make yourself come?”
Gabi frowned. He wouldn’t have sex with her, but he wanted her to come?
“You deserve an orgasm, kitten.” He rubbed his kneecap over her pussy. A tremor coursed through her. Marcus clutched her wrists with one of his and held them behind her back. “Roll your hips, stroke your clit against me. Do what you have to do, kitten. Let me watch you reach nirvana.”
Gabi searched his face. There was no playfulness in Marcus’s visage. A thrill raced through her. Would she be able to get off?
“Yes, Sir.”
Closing her eyes, she gyrated over him, quickly finding a rhythm which left her panting.
“I’m—”
“Come for me, slut. Do it.”
Marcus smacked her ass cheek, and she tilted forward, her orgasm crashing into her and bringing stars to her eyes. She cried out, every inch of her body palpitating with pleasure. The plug slid out of her ass, crashing to the floor with a loud thud, and still she came.
“That’s it, kitten. You were fantastic.”
Marcus gathered her into his arms, hugging her tightly. The feather of a kiss grazed her forehead, and she sighed, content.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Chapter Ten
Marcus stared out to sea. The winter sun reflected its rays over the water creating luminous waves. A slight breeze blew, filling the air with the scents of brine and seafood, the restaurants at the boardwalk already beginning to prepare the day’s menu. He couldn’t wait to see Gabi again and to treat her to his favorite place. Their relationship was evolving at a speed which surprised him, but which he embraced nonetheless. His scalp prickled, and he spun. Gabi was coming in his direction. His lips quirked upwards into a broad grin, and his heart flipped when she returned the smile, bringing his world alight.
Reaching her in two short strides, he placed his hands on either side of her waist and bent down to give her a quick peck.
“Kitten,” he said in way of greeting.
Her eyes sparkled, and she gave him a coy gaze.
“Marcus. Sir,” she whispered, against his ear.
He sucked in a breath. Sir. The word washed over him, fueling his unspent desire.
“You’re playing with fire, kit,” he murmured, pinching her ass. She squealed and burst out laughing. “Tease,” Marcus said, capturing her lips in another quick kiss. When he released her, she was no longer laughing, and lust burned in her eyes. Marcus shook his head. Time to move on or he’d end up taking her home. He grasped her hand firmly in his. “I thought we could go for a walk and then to my favorite seafood place, but I realized I didn’t even ask if you liked that kind of food or if you were allergic.”
“I’m not allergic, and I do like seafood. Um, can we have lunch and then a walk? I’m starving,” she said, her cheeks turning a faint pink.
“I don’t see why not.”
They started toward the restaurant, and quickly got immersed in a conversation on their favorite films. Since it was still quite early, they didn’t have any problems being seated, and the waiter took them to his favorite spot next to a window overlooking the pier.
“The view is breathtaking,” Gabi said.
“It is indeed,” he said, looking at her. Flushing, she glanced at her menu.
“So what do you recommend?”
“The spicy shrimp. It comes with a tomato sauce with vegetables and rice.”
“Oh, it sounds delicious. I’ll have that.”
“You won’t be disappointed. White wine?”
“Sure.”
After taking note of their order, the waiter returned to serve them glasses of water and wine.
“To us,” Marcus said.
Gabi smiled. Light and happiness radiated from her, making his heart swell.
“Indeed,” she replied, lifting her glass and clicking it with his.
“You are perfect, kitten,” he said passionately, reaching for her hand.
“I am pretty close,” she replied, giggling and lacing her fingers with his. Marcus stared at her. Eight years ago, the woman before him would have never dared say such a thing. “Tell me about your life here,” he prompted. “What’s it like?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Well—”
The waiter arrived with their food, and they broke apart. As they did, Gabi smacked the glass of water with the back of her hand. It toppled over, rolling onto the floor and hitting the carpet with a thud. Water dripped across the table and to the floor in increasing rivulets.
Gabi’s eyes widened, and blood drained from her face.
‘Oh my God,” she cried. “I’m so sorry.” She threw herself to the floor, apologizing profusely.
“Ma’am,” the waiter said.
Marcus waved him off. He’d seen this before. A memory trigger. He’d suffered them himself. Coming to his feet, he gently, yet firmly, placed his hand on top of Gabi’s head.
“It’s okay, Gabi. It’s only a glass of water. It’s replaceable. You aren’t, kitten.”
Abruptly, she stopped. Her limbs grew stiff, and her shoulders started to shake.
“What did you say?” she whispered.
“It’s only a glass of water.”
“After that.”
Marcus crouched at her side.
“It’s replaceable. You aren’t, kitten.”
“I know who you are,” she gasped. “You worked with him.”
She scrambled to her feet. “I knew you were familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint from where until now.”
“What are you talking about?” Marcus stood and gave her a level gaze, but she ignored him and hurried to gather her belongings. He grabbed her wrist, effectively stopping her from leaving. “Gabi, what’s going on?”
She glared at him.
“You worked with him. You were part of Antonio’s team. Security?” She scoffed. “Protecting a drug dealer isn’t what I’d call honest work.”
“Gabi—”
“You’re going to tell me you don’t remember Antonio? Or me? You were there that day when he kicked me out of his room, told me to kneel in front of his door and stay there until he was done.”
Marcus swallowed. He didn’t know where she was going with this, but there was no point denying the truth any longer.
“You were crying.”
She nodded vigorously.
“And you brought me a glass of water. I knew I wasn’t supposed to take anything from you, but I tried to regardless.”
“You dropped it.”
“And you did the exact same thing you did now. You touched my head and told me it was okay, that it was replaceable. Something—” She cleared her throat. “Your words, the kindness you showed me triggered something in me, and I found the will to get out of there.”
“So why are you running from me?”
“Because you come from that world, and I refuse to return to it.”
“You’re wrong, Gabi.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I was an FBI agent working undercover. It’s why I couldn’t help you back then because if it had been up to me, I’d have killed that bastard from day one,” he growled in a low voice.
She gaped. “FBI? You expect me to believe that?”
“Come to my house. I’ll show you the truth.”
She pulled free from his grasp.
“Don’t get in touch with me again. I’ve fought hard to become the person I am today. I don’t need you in my life.”
“Gabi.”
Turning on her heel, she fled the restaurant without giving him a second glance.
Marcus stared after her. He knew that if he followed, he’d destroy any chances he might still have. No. He had to give her time to process. Time to remember and reconsider. Marcus hung his head. His gaze fell on the table with the steaming food. He called the waiter and asked for the bill. He’d lost his appetite.
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