Red, White and Sensual

by Bec Botefuhr

  “No,” he murmurs, searching my face with that deep, brown gaze.

  “Marcus, please…”

  “I’m going to dinner with her to discuss our future, I…”

  I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t want to marry her, Sierra, and I don’t know how to stop it. I was going to talk to her, see what we could work out, see if I can get her to back off easily…”

  “What?” I gasp.

  He strokes my cheek. “I was being a jerk because…what I feel for you so soon…it’s scaring the life out of me.”

  “What does this mean?” I whisper.

  “It means I’m trying to find a way to be with you, but I can’t promise…”

  That’s enough for me, I grip his face and pull his lips down to mine, kissing him so hard and fast he’s taken a back for a moment. He groans after a moment and responds, kissing me with such deep intensity my legs go weak. He wraps his arm around my waist and holds me up as I sag against him. When he finally tears his mouth from mine, I’m panting.

  “Don’t run from me again,” he whispers. “I don’t like it when you run and I don’t want to have to punish you.”

  Then he lets me go and steps back, his eyes burning with lust and desire.

  “Was that a threat?” I say, licking my bottom lip.

  “It most certainly was, and if you don’t stop licking that lip, I’m going to make you wrap them around my cock.”

  My heart hammers and my gaze drops to his pants, where a clearly hard bulge is showing. I bite my lip and peer back up at him. I’ve wanted to taste Marcus since the moment I met him and now is the perfect time. I drop to my knees and I hear him suck a breath through his teeth as I grip his pants and pull him forward. He doesn’t protest and when I look up, he’s looking down at me with eyes so full of desire it makes me break out in goosebumps.

  When I unzip him and reach for that beautiful cock, he groans and leans against the wall. I release him and stare at the hard, thick length in front of me. God, he’s perfect everywhere. I snake my tongue out and lick him around his head, sliding my tongue around and then pulling back. He groans deeply and thrusts his hips forward. I do it again, this time I take just a little of him into my mouth, wetting his head with my saliva before pulling back again.

  “Come on baby, don’t play.”

  “It’s not nice to be played with, is it, sir?” I murmur.

  “Do you want me to spank you?” he grates out as I slip his head into my mouth and gently massage it with my tongue.

  “Yes, sir,” I say when I release him.

  “Fuck.”

  When I finally lower my head and take the entire length of him into my mouth, he growls so fiercely it has my loins clenching with need. I bob my head up and down, working his length with my mouth and relishing in the sounds of his guttural groans as he tangles his fingers through my hair and tugs me further down onto his length. I suck and lick, teasing and taunting, enjoying the soft, silky skin beneath my tongue. When I feel him swell in my mouth, I know he’s about to find his release.

  “Going to come, fuck…”

  He explodes and I feel his hot warmth shoot down the back of my throat. I take all of him and continue to work him until his groans stop and his body relaxes. Then I pull back and peer up at him, he’s looking down at me with a content expression.

  “Now,” he murmurs, lifting me up. “How are we going to play out this spanking?”

  ~*~*~*~

  I escaped the spanking, we were interrupted and I was kind of grateful. I haven’t been spanked since…Ben…and he was always so harsh. He always hit too hard or too much. I trust Marcus, I just don’t know how my body will react to his hand coming down over my ass. Will I be turned on, or will I hate it? Either way, I guess I’ll find out later.

  I walk into my office as Marcus chats to the man that’s come into the room. I hear them going over some massive issue, that I have no idea about. I don’t want to know either, those things are way over my head. I open my computer and glance at the screen. Another email from Ben. Has Marcus seen this? It bothers me a little that he can see everything I do, mind you he is the Speaker of the house. I do understand. To a point.

  To - Sierra Walters

  From - Benjamin Ford

  Subject - Urgent

  Call me Sierra, I have something you might want to see.

  Ben.

  I stare at the screen for a long moment, something I might want to see? What is he talking about? Why would Ben have something I would want to see? I don’t understand. I close my eyes and shake my head, I’m not going to call him. I’m not. Ben is dangerous and I know it. I can’t believe anything he says. Apology or not, Ben and I don’t need to be involved. I quickly delete the email and try to push it from my mind, but part of me is so dammed curious as to what he might have been talking about. What could Ben have that I would want to see?

  “Sierra?”

  I look up and Marcus is standing at my door.

  “Yeah?”

  “Change of plans tonight, we have a massive charity function to attend. Chayne will be coming with me, but I want you to come along too. It will be good for you to see how these things go down.”

  “Sure,” I say, not sure I really get a choice.

  “We’ll leave at seven, ok?”

  “Ok.”

  “Are you ok?”

  I force a smile. If Marcus has seen that email, he’s not letting on. Which tells me he either wants me to come to him with it, or he doesn’t want me to know he knows. Either way, it sends my stomach into a mass of knots.

  “I’m fine,” I murmur, staring at him. “Thanks.”

  He smiles and walks in further, he doesn’t seem mad, maybe he can only see emails I reply to? That would make more sense. When he closes and locks my door behind him, my heart hammers.

  “Now, you didn’t think you were getting away with that spanking, did you?”

  My cheeks heat and I shake my head, unable to think of anything else in this moment. When he’s looking at me like that…

  “No, sir.”

  “How do you want it baby? Over my knee or over the desk?”

  I swallow, feeling so nervous my stomach coils tightly. “Your knee, sir.”

  He grins and it makes him look so god dammed powerful, he strides over and I scoot off my chair, letting him sit down. Feeling a little sick, I look around the room for some sort of escape. I’m not so sure about this now. I once loved being spanked but now…

  “Panties off.”

  “No,” I whisper.

  His eyes widen. “Sierra, panties off.”

  “I don’t…I don’t want you to hit my skin there…I don’t think…I don’t think I can take it.”

  His gaze searches my face. “Do you trust me?”

  “You know I do,” I whisper.

  “Then take them off.”

  Closing my eyes, I slip my panties off. Marcus’ gaze becomes so heated I have to look away. He rolls the chair back and pats his lap. With a wobble, I stumble over. When I reach his knees, he gently lays me down over his legs. One hand gently tangles in my hair while the other slides up my thighs. My breathing becomes ragged and my heart pounds. I don’t know if I can do this.

  “Safe word is purple, you know I’ll stop if you say that.”

  His voice is gentle, kind, soothing.

  “We’ll only do five, because you asked for this spanking.”

  I swallow, why did I say yes to this? I must have been mad, I knew if I said I wanted to be spanked, even as a lustful comment, he would do it. His hand slides up my thigh, raising my skirt until my bottom is exposed. He gently runs his fingers over the fading scars, and I shiver as my body comes alive, even though I didn’t think it would.

  “You’re wet, Sierra, I can see it.”

  Flushing I drop my head, feeling some blood rush angrily to my cheeks. Marcus kneads my bottom, and I can feel how heavily he’s breathing. He raises his hand, and a mo
ment later the sting of his slap burns my skin. Feeling relief that I didn’t freak out, I let my body go, I let myself trust him. He’s not Ben. He won’t hurt you. When the second blow comes, I’m surprised that I make a squeaking sound. Marcus slips his hand from my backside and drags his fingers down until he finds my aching sex.

  When he slides a finger inside, I groan and wiggle, unable to help the pleasure that shoots through me. Marcus growls and thrusts his finger in and out a little, bringing me to the edge before slipping it out and spanking me two more times. By the fourth time I’m groaning and crying out for him. He murmurs some erotic words to me, and then slips two fingers inside me. I come so hard after three thrusts, it’s almost embarrassing. Marcus growls, jerks his fingers from my sex and then slaps me once more before lifting me and positioning me over the desk.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Sierra, god, you do love this don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” I breathe.

  “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  I hear him shuffle and hear the zipper of his pants being ripped open, then I feel him at my entrance. He leans over and puts his hands either side of mine on the desk. His hard body curls over my back and I come alive beneath him. He leans down and nibbles on my ear, whispering dirty words to me before sliding his cock deep, deep inside. In one hard thrust, he’s where he needs to be. He growls, slides back out and slams into me again. I whimper and let my head drop to the desk. Marcus uses one hand to grip my hip so he can drive his thrusts.

  “Marcus,” I whimper. “Spank me again.”

  He curses, then raises my skirt and continues with his mind blowing thrusts. He brings me to the edge, my body coiled tightly around his, and then he brings his hand down onto my backside. I scream as my orgasm shoots through me with such force my head slams down onto the desk and my hand slaps the wood over and over. Marcus grunts and hisses my name as his own release shoots into me, I can feel him pulsing deep and hard inside me. Oh god, could it get any better than this?

  When I finally stop beating the desk with my fists, Marcus pulls out of me and brings me up with him as he stands. He wraps his arms around me, and my back presses firmly to his chest. He leans down and whispers, “And that is what I like to call dominant sex.”

  “I…I never…even with him it wasn’t…”

  He chuckles. “Don’t speak love, just rest.”

  He lets me go, reaches down for my panties and then thrusts them at me with a grin. I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face as I stare over at him. When we’re both dressed and ready for work once more, he steps forward and leans down, brushing a soft, gentle kiss across my lips.

  “I’ll never hurt you, Sierra, I hope you can see that now.”

  I nod, gripping his face and kissing him harder. I can’t get enough of him. Of his taste. Of his lips. Everything about him is intoxicating.

  “I want all of you, Marcus.”

  He grazes his lips across my jaw. “And you’ll have all of me, sweet girl.”

  CHAPTER 16

  “Girl, I bet you look hawt!” Quinn says over the phone, later that evening as I’m waiting for Marcus.

  “I don’t know, this dress is awfully tight.”

  “A dress is never too tight.”

  “I so don’t want to go to this,” I grumble, staring at myself in the mirror. I do look nice, in my tight, black, shimmering V neck dress with black high heels and a silver clutch.

  “You’ll have a blast, it’ll be a great experience.”

  “That’s true,” I admit.

  “And you might meet someone who wants to give you a job.”

  I never thought of that. “Well, that could be good. How’s school?”

  “Gah, you know, law is boring the crap out of me. If it’s not screwing with my mind it’s boring me.”

  I giggle. “It’s not that bad, is it?”

  “Some days I don’t understand a damn thing I’m learning and other times it’s so god dammed simple it hurts.”

  “That’s law for you.”

  “Well, it’ll give me a good career in the end. Hey, did I tell you Raine is going out with Huckleberry?”

  I snort and then burst out laughing. Quinn and I have called a boy in our class Huckleberry for as long as I can remember because he has the exact same look as the boy from the movie Huckleberry Fin, with his long shabby looking hair and the clothes he wears. He’s quite an attractive guy, and Raine has always had a bit of a thing for him.

  “Wow, so she is getting it on with Huckleberry, I saw that one coming from a mile.” I laugh.

  “Yep, they’re going on a ‘air quote’ date.”

  I chuckle. “Uh oh, little Huckleberry babies coming our way.”

  “What’s his real name anyway?”

  I think a moment. “Jeremy….maybe?”

  “We’re bad people, Sierra, we’re going to hell.”

  I laugh again. “Yep, we sure are.”

  “Anyway, I gotta roll. Love you babes!”

  “Love you too.”

  I hang up and smile to myself, Quinn always makes me feel better. I fix my hair, which is flowing in loose curls around my shoulders and check my make up before heading towards the door. Just as I’m about to open it, I hear a knock. Taking a deep breath I open it to see Marcus and Chayne standing and smiling at me. My heart clenches but I force a smile. I watch as Marcus drags his gaze down my body, god, could he be any more obvious? Chayne isn’t paying attention, because she’s doing the same thing, only she has a scowl on her face. Whatever lady, like I could ever compare to you.

  She’s wearing a tight, red dress that hugs her body and fans out around her legs. Her gorgeous blonde hair is tack straight and down, and her makeup is so perfect she looks like a god dammed model. Marcus looks divine in his pinstripe suit with a dark blue tie. When he finally tears his gaze from my body, he meets my eyes and a small smile appears on his beautiful face.

  “Ready, Miss Walters?” he asks.

  “Ready. Good evening, Chayne.”

  Chayne forces a fake smile. “Evening, Sierra.”

  We all walk outside and slip into the limos waiting for us. When we get in, Marcus sits across from me and Chayne slides up awfully close to him, gripping his hand. He doesn’t pull away, which upsets me just a little because I was so sure he was going to try and end things tonight, and now I suppose he’s not going to. I stare out the window as we drive, I can feel Marcus’ gaze on my face, but I can’t force myself to look at him or Chayne, with her hand now running up his leg.

  “Chayne,” he murmurs, removing her hand.

  “Aw baby, come on. I’m in the mood tonight,” she whispers, thinking I can’t hear her.

  “Oh really, after six months?”

  “Aw Marcus, don’t be like that. Tonight I can show you exactly how much I’ve missed you. Don’t push me away. We used to have so much fun together. You can tie me up like you used to…”

  I find the knob on the door for the volume to the radio, and turn it up. Both Marcus and Chayne stare over at me, but I just keep staring out the window.

  “Would you like a drink, Sierra?” Marcus asks.

  “Sure,” I mutter.

  He opens the mini bar and pulls out a bottle of whiskey and vodka. He makes Chayne a drink first, and hands it to her. She purrs her thank you and sips it like a little lady. Pffft. When Marcus goes to pour vodka for me, I put up my hand. “Whiskey for me,” I say, meeting his gaze.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “I’m sure.”

  He pours a whiskey and goes to mix it but I take the glass and shoot it back, straight. Chayne gives me a dirty look, but I simply smile at her and put the glass back down in front of Marcus. He mouths ‘stop it’ to me and shoves the glass back in the fridge so I can’t drink anymore. I turn and stare back out the window. This could be a long night.

  ~*~*~*~

  The charity party is huge, crawling with celebrities, guests and people of high statuses. I’m ove
rwhelmed to say the least and spend the first part of the evening chatting to all sorts of professional people. I am dragged from one person to another, and I lose Marcus during the evening. God only knows where he’s gone. When the speeches finally come up and I take a seat, I see him sitting beside Chayne just over from me. They’re in a deep conversation.

  “Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the annual Charity Ball. We thank you all for coming and we hope we can gather some great donations tonight. We’re absolutely honored to have the Speaker of the house, Marcus Harrison, with us tonight, will you all give him a big round of applause.”

  Everyone claps and Marcus looks up, smiling at them all and waving.

  “Now we’ll start the auctions, all money for these items will go to the children’s cancer charity.”

  I sit and listen as they auction off items such as antiques, bottles of wine and other such luxuries. By the time dinner is served, I’m starving. I haven’t eaten a lot all day. I nibble at my food, trying not to look like a starving, rabid animal. When I’m done and the plates are cleared, the dancing begins. I watch as couples get up and dance to the slow music. I watch Marcus stand and Chayne follows him as he walks out to the dance floor.

  I try to tear my eyes away and convince myself it’s only for public image, but I can’t. Watching his arms go around her and watching her press her body against his and whisper things into his ear that has him smiling, I can’t help but feel jealousy rip through me. I drink flute after flute of champagne as I watch them dance. It’s when she leans up and kisses him deeply, and he responds, that tips me over the edge.

  I stand and mutter a goodbye to the man beside me, who was talking about something I wasn’t listening to. I hurry through the crowd and out the doors. God damn this. The man is playing some serious games with me and I’m done with it. I am simply not strong enough to deal with constant bullshit. Whatever made me think I was good enough for Marcus anyway? I could never fill the part that Chayne does. She fits it. I don’t.

  I rush down the sidewalk, my heels clink loudly as I near a corner. I’m about to wave down a taxi when a limo pulls up beside me and the door opens. It’s Marcus. “Get in, Sierra,” he grumbles.