Red, White and Sensual

by Bec Botefuhr

My mouth opens and I whimper, “You kissed her!”

  “Because it would cause a problem if I just shoved her away and told her I don’t want to kiss her. Do you know what sort of hell my life would be if I did that?”

  “Please, just stop…let me go…”

  “No, because you want this as much as I do and I won’t leave until you admit that you want what I’m offering.”

  “I don’t,” I whimper. “I don’t.”

  “You do.”

  “No.”

  He leans down and glides his lips across my throat and murmurs another yes against my skin. That’s it for me, every boundary I set between us crumbles, and I clutch him with desperate need. I do want him. I want him to fix every bad sexual experience in my head. I want him to show my body how to come alive again. I want him to show me how to trust once more. With a groan, he scoops me up and deposits me onto the bed.

  The mattress is soft under my back as he lays me down. His body lands over mine and I can feel every hard inch of him. With a groan, I tangle my hands in his hair and kiss him so forcefully I taste blood. He hisses and pulls back, looking down at me. He rocks his hips and his erection presses into my sex, causing a strangled sound to escape my throat.

  “My way, do you understand?” he murmurs.

  “Yes,” I hear myself saying, but not quite believing it.

  “Safe word.”

  I close my eyes, feeling fear rise up. You can do this. He won’t hurt you. Ben said he wouldn’t hurt you either, my inner voice taunts. Marcus takes my cheek and whispers, “Open your eyes.”

  I open them and meet his liquid chocolate ones. He strokes my bottom lip.

  “Trust me, give me a word. You say that word, I’ll stop. I promise you.”

  “Purple,” I whisper.

  “And a word for me to slow down, but not stop?”

  “Green.”

  “Very good, sweet girl. Tell me what you’re afraid of, tell me your hard limits.”

  I raise my wrists and put them up to his face. He looks down and when he sees the deep gashes I usually keep covered, he jerks. He grips them and runs his fingers over the horrible memories.

  “Being tied up,” I whisper.

  He stares at my wrists for so long, I wonder if he’s reconsidering. Eventually, he presses a soft kiss to the scars and places them up above my head.

  “Just my hands, I won’t tie you, I’ll just hold you.”

  I nod, swallowing.

  “What else?”

  “Whips.”

  He nods, understanding. It’s surprising.

  “We’ll work up to that sort of thing, if you feel you can. Until then, only my hand.”

  I nod again, feeling my stomach twist angrily. He strokes my cheek again and keeps his gaze locked firmly on mine. I trust him, I don’t know why, but I do. There’s warmth in Marcus’ eyes that Ben never had.

  “I promise you, I won’t hurt you.”

  Then he leans down and captures my mouth in another deep, heated kiss. His fingers slide up my thigh as he finds that I’m wearing no panties under my nightie. With a groan, he slips his hand under it and finds my heated flesh. Then he moves his head down and sucks my nipple through the satin. I groan and arch up to him as my nipple hardens and begs for more. He grips the strap and lowers the nightie, revealing my breasts.

  “Beautiful,” he murmurs, drawing my nipple into his mouth and sucking until I’m letting off little whimpers.

  He licks, teases and taunts my nipples while his other finger flicks over my clit. When I come hard, he rocks his hips into mine and increases my pleasure by pressing his hard length against my core. Before I know it, his shirt is gone and he’s sitting above me, staring down. I stare at the perfection that is Marcus’ body. Hard, firm, planes of muscle stretch over wide shoulders that narrow down to one heck of a six pack. That then narrows down to a beautiful sculpted pelvis. Marcus is clean skinned, not one mark, tattoo or piercing on his beautiful body.

  His skin is perfectly smooth, lightly olive and begging to be licked. The bulge in his pants captures my eye a moment and oh, I want so badly to see what he packs down below. He grips the top button of his slacks and undoes them. As if in slow motion I watch him lowering them until a long, hard, thick cock springs free. I gasp, the size alone is impressive. Holy sweet mother. Thick, pulsing and oh so erotic.

  “Oh god,” I whisper.

  When his pants are off, he tosses them to the side. He grips a foil packet, I don’t even know where he got it, and tears it open with his mouth. I can’t move my eyes from that impressive erection. I watch as he grips it and rolls the condom over his thick head and then down the length of his shaft. Sweet mother, I’m going to come before he even touches me. When he’s fully sheathed, he slides his body over mine again.

  He grips my hands and puts them above my head, holding them firmly in one of his. With his other hand, he jacks one of my legs over his hip and presses at my entrance. His eyes are burning into mine as he murmurs the next words. “Don’t come until I tell you to, if you do, I’ll punish you.”

  I nod, I don’t even know myself right now. His eyes search my face, and then he surges forward, filling me in one, hard thrust. I cry out and tighten around him, a burning pain shoots through me as I stretch to accommodate his large length. He hisses and I groan as he jerks his hips back, and fills me again. Pleasure is soon overriding the pain and I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him down closer to me.

  “Ah ah, patience, sweet girl.”

  I groan as he slowly slides his length out, then drives it back in. He grips my hip and tilts it up, hitting that perfect spot as his thrusts become more measured. I whimper his name, biting my lip to stop my orgasm from coming when it so desperately needs to. I’m on the edge, a few more of those perfect thrusts and I’m going to come so hard I’ll strangle him with my shudders.

  “Not. Yet.” He grates out.

  “I can’t hold…oh god…”

  “Don’t come,” he growls in a strained voice as he begins thrusting harder and faster.

  “Marcus, please…”

  “Hold for me baby, hold…”

  I bite my lip so hard I draw blood and I clench so tightly around him I’m nearly sure it hurts as I try to hold back the orgasm that is threatening to tear me apart. Marcus groans and thrusts harder and faster, his fingers tight around my wrists.

  “Now, baby, now,” he groans deep and low before throwing his head back.

  I scream as I let my release go. It explodes, starting from deep inside me and slowly moving out until I don’t recognize my own ragged cries. Marcus pulses hard and deep, and I can feel my release milking him. When I stop shuddering, my head drops back into the pillow and I stop panting. That was, without a doubt, the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. Marcus drops his head into my chest and we lay like that for long moments.

  “You have impressive control,” he whispers against my skin.

  “I’ve done it before, remember?”

  He raises his head and meets my eyes. “Perhaps, but I promise you that with me, it will be unlike anything he ever showed you.”

  I search his gaze and then whisper. “It already is.”

  He pulls out of me with a groan and rolls to land beside me. I force my comfortably numb body to roll and face him. His chest is rising and falling with hard breaths and a light sheen of sweat covers his beautiful skin.

  “How many women?” I ask.

  He narrows his eyes, knowing exactly what I’m asking. “Four, all of them only one night. It’s not easy to go for months without feeling a woman.”

  “So you cheat?”

  He scoffs. “I have been with Chayne since I was twenty-three years old. I never laid a hand on another woman until the night I found her in our bed with her skirt hiked up around her waist and a man fucking her. That was just over six months ago.”

  I open my mouth, then close it. Poor Marcus, that has to hurt.

  “Why are you with her, if you don
’t love her?”

  He rolls to his back and stares up at the roof. “I did love her, I loved her for nearly ten years, but…when I got this position things began to change. She stopped looking at me as her lover and began looking at me like a gold mine. Before I caught her cheating, we signed a pre-nuptial agreement.”

  Oh. Oh shit.

  “So you’re with her because you can’t leave?”

  “It’s not just that. In my position, having someone as well known as Chayne by my side is a good image. It’s good for me to look happy, content and in love. It’s good for me to have someone like her on my arm and she knows it. It’s not just about her taking just about everything I’ve worked for if she leaves, it’s about her taking everything I am.”

  “Your career?”

  “This job, this position, the life I’ve created for myself. I’ve worked my entire life for this. I was a smart kid, I studied when other kids were out running amuck. I have put my heart and soul into this job. If she leaves, she’ll tear me down and she’ll take my position with her. No, she can’t physically take my job but she can make my life such a living hell that it’s not worth working anymore.”

  “I’m sorry Marcus, I can’t imagine how it feels to have someone you love turn against you.”

  “Chayne loves me, in her own way. Before the material things got to her head, we were inseparable. I don’t doubt that part of that love is still there, it’s just been clouded.”

  “Do you still love her?”

  He shakes his head. “I love the girl I knew, the girl that I’m with now is someone I don’t know anymore. So no, I don’t.”

  “Does she know you take other women?”

  He shakes his head again. “No, and if she found out, she would destroy me. Chayne isn’t someone you want to cross, Sierra. She’s deadly. Like a viper.”

  “Does it hurt?” I whisper. “Her sleeping around?”

  He shrugs. “Not so much now. When I saw her that day…yeah, it tore my fucking heart out. I thought we had it all. We were close, I had this job that would give us everything we could dream for and more. I never thought she would look elsewhere for affection. I gave it to her, I gave everything I could to her, but it obviously wasn’t enough. I was obviously not enough.”

  I stroke his cheek and he looks away. “You’re enough, Marcus, she’s just too selfish to see it.”

  “She used to look at me the way you’re looking at me now, but one day that changed. Her love turned to greed and she began sauntering around with this arrogance about her. Soon enough, I was just the money maker. She was getting attention from men and that clearly made her feel good. Chayne will never leave me, because one day she hopes I’ll crawl up in the chain and she’ll be sitting even prettier than she is now.”

  “Will you marry her?” I dare to ask.

  He shrugs. “No, I don’t think so but the pre-nuptial still works regardless of marriage. A de facto relationship is considered just as serious now days.”

  “So you’re trapped?”

  He closes his eyes. “I guess you could say that.”

  “And me?”

  He opens his eyes and stares right into mine. “You, sweet girl, are too precious for this world and someone like me.”

  I shake my head. “I disagree. I think you’re too precious for this world, and someone like me.”

  He sighs and presses a kiss to my lips. “You are so wrong.”

  “Marcus?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Were you a dominant with her?”

  He nods. “Yes, for five years we practiced. It gave me some sort of power. When she started becoming out of control, it let me feel like I was getting some of that control back. When I saw her getting nailed by that man though, my control slipped away. After that, I became far more dominant then I ever have been before.”

  “Does it make you feel better?” I ask.

  He smiles a little. “Yeah, it does.”

  “Those other women, did you dominate them?”

  He nods. “Yeah, all of them were submissive to me the nights that I slept with them.”

  “Why didn’t you keep sleeping with them?”

  He shrugs. “They just, didn’t fit me…”

  “And what about me?” I whisper.

  “You scare the life out of me,” he murmurs. “Because you fit me too well.”

  CHAPTER 9

  To say I was completely fucked by the end of the night, was an understatement. Not only was I tired, I had been slammed in every which way possible. Marcus had sex with me at least four times, in four different ways. By morning I was alone, but completely content…and sore. I get out of bed as soon as my alarm went off at six. God I hate early mornings. I drag my sorry ass into the shower and stand under the warm water for far too long, ignoring the stinging between my legs.

  When I’m dressed, full of coffee and ready to face the day, I head down to Marcus’ office. When I walk in, he’s not there which is surprising. Mornings are usually the only time he gets a few moments peace. I place a hot coffee down on his desk and then I hear the door open. I turn quickly ready to greet him, only to see the one and only Mr. President himself. I gasp and then quickly pull myself together.

  “Mr. President, good morning.”

  He smiles and walks forward. He’s an attractive man, with lightly greying hair and blue eyes. His suit is impeccable, as is he. He stops in front of me.

  “Good morning, Miss Walters, is Marcus in?”

  I shake my head, still trying to calm my nerves. “No sir, not yet.”

  “Oh, he was meant to be in a meeting. Would you go to his room and check for me?”

  Go. To. His. Room? He wants me to go to his room?

  “Um, won’t his fiancé be able to go and get him?”

  “Chayne is out for the morning, and I don’t want to intrude if he’s sick.”

  Oh, he’s not sick.

  “Yes sir. Of course.”

  He smiles. “Thank you dear.”

  I nod politely and walk out. I know where Marcus’ room is but I’ve never been inside it or even to the door. I walk down the long halls until I reach the end of the east wing. Marcus doesn’t always stay here from what I hear, he has a massive house too, but it’s just easier sometimes for him to live in here. I don’t blame him when I see the size of his room. He wasn’t answering my knocks, so I had no choice but to walk in and it just about blew me away.

  The room itself is at least four times bigger than mine. A huge kitchen area is to the left, as well as a massive lounge set up. There is a bedroom off to the side, and a bathroom that I can see has a spa bigger than mine. A massive balcony comes off from two huge double doors. There are no lights on, so I wonder for a moment if he’s even in. I gently tread through the room and stop at the door of the bedroom. I peer in and see Marcus on the bed, hands behind his head, dead asleep.

  I tiptoe in until I’m over at the side of his bed, looking down at him. He’s sleeping rather peacefully and I can’t help but smile at the beauty lying before me. His face shows no pain, anger, fear, or anything else terrible. It’s just pure peace. His mouth is slightly open, and his breathing is deep. I don’t want to wake him, but I know he’s not meant to be sleeping in like this. I think he must have missed his alarm. I reach over and gently touch his shoulder.

  “Marcus…” I whisper.

  He doesn’t move, so I shake him a little harder. His eyes slowly flutter open and he peers up at me. Confusion fills his face for a moment, like he really doesn’t know where he is.

  “Sierra?”

  “You…you’re late for work.”

  Just like that he bolts upright and stares at the clock beside his table.

  “Fuck!”

  He leaps from bed and flicks on the light. I stand with a somewhat gaping expression as he hops into his pants and yanks on a shirt that he pulls from the cupboard so quickly hangers go flying all over the floor. When he gets to his tie, he’s in such a hurry he curses and fum
bles when he can’t get it.

  “It’s ok,” I say, walking over and slapping his hands away so I can tie it. “Mr. President was fine with it. He thought you might have been sick.”

  I tie the tie slowly, and when he doesn’t answer, I look up at him. He’s smiling down at me, looking utterly gorgeous with his just fucked hair and sleepy brown eyes. He grips my chin, leans down and slides his lips across mine.

  “Anyone tell you that you’re amazing?”

  I smile. “Oh you know, here and there.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  I flush and focus back on his tie.

  “Sore?” he murmurs.

  “Something like that,” I admit.

  When I’m finished his tie, I pat it down and smile up at him.

  “I’ll see you in the office,” he murmurs.

  He turns and rushes towards the door, picking up a brief case and phone. Just as he’s about to step out, he turns and looks down at my skirt.

  “Make sure you take your panties off before you come back in.”

  Before I can answer, he’s gone. I stand in his room, completely shocked. I begin walking towards the door when I notice a photo on the small desk beside the door. I glance down at the happy couple in the picture and my chest clenches. I know that it’s Chayne and I don’t know how I feel about that. I know very well Marcus is with her, and that this isn’t like a normal relationship. I know Chayne is as big a cheater as he, but it doesn’t mean I don’t feel guilt looking at the picture.

  I shake my head and dart out of the room. I stop at the kitchen on my way through and pick up a couple of croissants for Marcus. I know he hasn’t eaten and he needs to. Then I duck back into the office. Marcus isn’t there, so I set Croissant on his desk. I slip into my office and remember his request just before I sit down. Don’t wear any panties.

  I stare around the room as if it’s got built-in cameras, then, with a sigh, I reach down and slip my panties off. Feeling my cheeks heat, I shove them into my locked cabinet and then sit down and begin working. It feels awkward having no panties on, it’s like I can feel every touch of cool air that washes past. I clench my legs shut, wondering what Marcus has planned for me. I flick through my emails, trying to take my mind of it when a private email catches my eye. It’s from Ben. My stomach turns. Why is he trying to contact me?