by Sara Fawkes
Marco waited until the temperature warmed up before he stepped in himself.
“I thought you were supposed to be concerned with my well-being above all things!” Ariel couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so mad. She was famous, damn it. She was not used to this kind of treatment.
“Oh, I assure you I am.” Dipping his head, Marco suckled one of her painfully tight nipples into his mouth, right through the drenched cotton that clung to her skin. Ariel writhed under the onslaught of sensation, tangling her fingers in his dark hair and tugging lightly.
Pulling his mouth from her breast, Marco gripped the hem of the sodden shirt in his hands and peeled it off Ariel’s torso. The pulse of warm water from the showerhead felt wonderful, and Ariel arched into the spray.
“Come here.”
Hell, he’d even gone through her toiletry bag and placed her soap and shampoo in the shower. When the scent of her citrus shampoo permeated the air, and Marco began to massage it through the long locks of her gilded hair, she groaned, not able to hold on to her irritation.
He rinsed the shampoo away, then washed her body with her floral soap, his movements thorough but never lingering. When he rubbed between her legs, Ariel hissed, not sure if she was too sore, or if she wanted more.
She was just beginning to relax, lulled by the soothing warmth of the water as Marco briskly washed his own hair and soaped up his skin. The trail of soap bubbles over his chest made her want to lick at them, and she was about to do just that when he turned the water off.
Ariel lifted her foot to step from the tub, but Marco caught her up in his arms instead. Stepping carefully on the slippery porcelain, he carried her from the tub, then dried her off with a towel, even going to far as to lift and dry beneath each breast.
“That feels nice,” she said. Arousal was churning inside her by the time Marco was done rubbing her skin. She leaned into him, lifting her lips for a kiss, but he instead turned her so that she faced the mirror. He was tall enough that she could see both of them clearly reflected, damp and naked.
She wanted him inside her again. She was sure that he knew it, but instead of reaching to stroke her in the expected places, Marco took her hairbrush in hand and began to stroke it through her hair.
“Oh.” Momentarily distracted, Ariel preened like a cat. “Oh, that’s amazing.”
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the brush stroking over her scalp. Marco took his time, combing through every tangle before drawing the wheat-colored ribbons of hair back in a neat ponytail and securing it with an elastic.
“Go get me your bathing suit.”
Ariel smiled inwardly as she saw Marco’s eyes flicker to her breasts, the look reflected in the mirror. He was feeling just as aroused as she was.
Ariel had packed several bathing suits, and she selected the skimpiest one. A red bikini, it had been gifted to her by the designer and cost, she knew, several hundred dollars in department stores.
There wasn’t more than five dollars’ worth of fabric in the entire suit.
Sashaying back to the bathroom, she dangled the set of red strings in front of Marco’s nose.
“Here you go.” She knew that she looked good in the suit and was eager to see Marcus’s face when she put it on.
“Give me the bottoms.” Ariel’s mouth went dry as she did as he asked, tossing the top carelessly onto the bathroom counter.
“Face the mirror. Put your hands flat on the counter.” Her pulse began to pick up speed when she did as he asked. Palms flat on the smooth marble meant that she bent a bit at the waist, making her breasts hang heavily in front of her.
“Lovely.” Marco undid the strings that held the suit together at the sides. Skimming his fingers over her belly, he dipped down between her legs, smoothing the fabric into place over her labia, then tying the strings at her hips.
“Don’t move,” Marco warned as he pulled his shaving kit across the counter. He pulled something out of it, but Ariel couldn’t see what.
“Your ass is shaped like a heart. Has anyone ever told you that?” With sure fingers, Marco pulled the bikini bottoms down in back so they snugged up beneath the curves of her ass. Ariel craned to see what he was doing and yelped when something cold was drizzled over her smooth cheeks.
“What are you doing?” She tried to shy away but stopped when she caught Marco’s glower in the mirror.
“Little subs do not get to question their Doms.” Ariel opened her mouth to retort that he wasn’t her Dom, remembered when she had done exactly that the night before, and closed her lips again.
She had to struggle not to glare when Marco chuckled.
“Have you ever had anal sex, Ariel?” Her lips parted in surprise, and he took advantage of her disconcertment to press a finger against the pucker of her behind. She cried out when his finger slid through the tight ring of muscles, entering the tight channel that lay there.
“Oh my God.” Her body stiffened against the intrusion, and her wide eyes met Marco’s in the mirror. “No way. Stop.”
“Are you using your safe word?” He stilled, and Ariel inhaled deeply.
She knew that if she used her safe word, all of this—whatever this was—would be over.
What was it that he had said? She had to trust him not to push her farther than she could go.
She very nearly whimpered as she made up her mind.
“No. No safe word.” Slowly Marco’s finger began to move again, pressing in and out, her flesh relaxing a bit as he did. After a moment, the uncomfortable burn melted, leaving behind a trail of newly discovered nerves that sizzled.
She moaned when he removed his finger, and again when he drizzled more lubricant over the tight rosette.
“Aah!” Ariel cried out. Marco smiled wickedly as something else pressed against her opening—something harder and larger than his finger. “I don’t think you’re going to fit, Marco. I really don’t.”
Marco smoothed a hand down her spine, stroking her as he might a skittish cat.
“Your ass isn’t ready for my cock, Ariel.” She inhaled a searing mouthful of air as the object he was pressing to her anus began to slide forward. It burned as it stretched, and she whimpered.
“Not ready yet, at any rate.” Ariel jerked with surprise, and, as she did, he pushed the thing all the way inside her anus. Something wide at the end seemed to secure it in place, holding it where it was.
“Oh, I don’t like this.” She shifted uncomfortably, unable to break her eyes away from Marco’s in the mirror. “It hurts.”
“Give it a moment. It will start to feel good.” He continued to stroke her back as her flesh pulsed around what she now knew was a butt plug.
When the burn began to cool, just the slightest bit, Marco tugged on the plug, moving it in and out of Ariel’s anus just the smallest fraction. Nerves turned to flame, sending arousal shooting throughout her cunt. She found herself panting, painfully aware that her cunt was empty.
“Please, Marco.” She looked up at him beseechingly, her blue eyes wide. It was a look that brought thousands of besotted fans to their knees but had no effect on the shopping-mall tycoon.
“All in good time, baby.” Leaving the plug where it was, Marco pulled her bathing-suit bottoms back up. With an arm around her waist, he pulled her up straight, skimming rough palms over her nipples, just hard enough to bring them to life.
“Very pretty.” He nodded with apparent satisfaction. “Now just let me find my suit. We’re going to spend the morning by the pool.” He nipped the top of Ariel’s bathing suit into his fingers as he left the bathroom, giving her no chance to put it on.
“Marco, I’ve told you. I can’t run around like this. Someone is going to take a picture of me and sell it.” By now Ariel wasn’t embarrassed to be naked in front of Marco because the man had touched and licked every part of her.
She had no desire for the rest of the planet to get to know her so intimately, however.
A flicker of disappoi
ntment worked through Marco’s eyes, and Ariel felt her spirits fall. She had said something wrong, she realized, and was amazed at how badly she wanted to correct it.
“I’ve told you already, I wouldn’t put you in a position where your well-being would be at risk.” He stepped into his own black suit, and Ariel nearly swallowed her tongue when she saw that, unlike most American men’s, his was a brief style. It showed off nearly every perfect bit of him, and the arousal that was simmering thanks to the butt plug fanned into full flame. “If you put on your bathing-suit top, that will be your decision. But it will send a message to me, and I want you to think about that message before you do anything.”
She didn’t have to think. Tearing her stare from the scrap of red fabric that was still clenched in Marco’s hand, she looked down at her feet.
“I’m ready to go.”
“Good girl.” Stepping toward her, Marco tilted her face up for a kiss, and Ariel found herself breathless from just the light brush of his lips over hers.
“And wise choice. If you’d kept on arguing, you would have lost the bottoms as well.”
MARCO WATCHED ARIEL from beneath his sunglasses as he pretended to doze in the sun. She had been clearly aroused since they’d lain down on the loungers, squirming with discomfort, her skin flushed, her nipples peaked.
Lord, but she was stunning. Her curves were lush, nothing like the stick figures of the models who were forever throwing themselves his way. He liked a woman who was soft, who wasn’t forever jabbing him with her bones.
Ariel was most definitely soft. Soft, and lush, and so incredibly sexy. She was also beautifully submissive but strong in her obedience.
It was a combination that was bringing him to his knees. He knew that one more day with her wasn’t going to be anywhere close to enough.
“Is something the matter?” he asked. Chuckling to himself, Marco sat up on the lounger, adjusting the back so that he could lean against it. He tilted his sunglasses down his nose and was met with a furious set of brilliantly blue eyes.
“You know exactly what the matter is, you bastard.” Ariel clenched her fists as her hips, and temper brought a flush of pink to her cheeks.
It was all Marco could do to keep from bending her over the lounge chair and plunging deep inside of her, then and there. It wouldn’t have been a strange sight, not during Fetish Week. Even now, a heterosexual couple fondled one another in the pool. A group of three women and two men played on a cabana in the shade, caressing and kissing. One well-muscled young man sat on the edge of the pool in the shallow end, while his equally lean male partner knelt in the hip-high water, enthusiastically sucking on his cock.
His own cock was erect, aroused as he was from watching the others and from being near Ariel. He knew that the plug in her rear had likely aroused her to a fever pitch.
But he wanted her ready to melt when he came to her that night. For that reason, he would abstain from partaking in her wet heat.
But he could take the edge off for her.
“Come here.” He held out a hand, and Ariel hesitantly took it, then stood. He pulled her into his lap, and she tumbled down to the lounger with a breathless laugh.
Her breasts jiggled as she fell, and Marco growled at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He pulled her back against him, her back to his front, and bent and spread her legs. Hooking one of his feet on the inside of each of her ankles, he pulled her even farther apart.
“What are you going to do?” Ariel asked.
Marco thrilled to the fact that she sounded anticipatory. He grinned and reached for his wallet, in which he’d placed a small but mighty bullet vibrator before they’d left the suite.
“You told me I know what the matter is. You were right, and now I see the error of my ways. I’ve made you suffer horribly.” He slid one hand beneath the flimsy fabric of her bikini bottoms, sliding his fingers through her labia. She gasped as he rubbed through the slickness that was gathered there. “You poor darling. All excited, and nothing you can do about it.”
“Oh.” Ariel panted and arched against him, pushing into his palm. He flicked his fingers over her clit before withdrawing his hand to retrieve the vibrator.
“Come for me Ariel. Hard and fast.” Sliding the bullet into her bathing suit, he pressed it directly over top of her clit and turned the intensity to high. She cried out loud, drawing glances from the male couple in the shallow end of the pool. The one with the cock in his mouth gave Marco a thumbs-up. The other had his head back in ecstasy and clearly cared about nothing else.
“Marco!”
He felt her orgasm snap, like a rubber band pulled too tight. She flooded into his palm, her heels digging for purchase on the lounger.
“You’re so pretty when you come. Let’s have one more.” He began to move the vibrator around her clit in small circles and savored the moan from low in her throat.
With his other hand, he pressed on the small of her back, urging her forward onto her knees on the lounge. Once she went, he traced his hand into the crease of her ass, finding the stopper of the butt plug. He tugged on it lightly, and again, to awaken her nerves. When he felt her again tense with impending orgasm, he tugged it out of her tightness, and as it pulled free, she shuddered with another wave of release.
Marco shifted uncomfortably as she pushed back, rubbing her pert bottom against his rock-hard cock. When he finally slid inside of her that night, it was going to be the best damn thing he’d ever experienced.
Ariel sagged, her muscles lax and loose. Pulling her back into his lap, he tugged lightly on her ponytail before pressing a kiss to her forehead and urging her to sit.
“You have someplace to be in approximately . . . oh, fifteen minutes.” Marco helped her to her feet, then handed her a large white towel. “You may cover yourself with the towel now if you wish.
He felt a bolt of pride when she wrapped the terry cloth around her hips, leaving her breasts naked.
“Someplace to be?” Unless he was very much mistaken, she was disappointed to be leaving him though she hid it with some of the sass that crept back into her voice.
“I’ve booked you an appointment at the spa.” His words were mild, meant to soothe. He’d arranged for her to have an aromatherapy massage, a salt scrub, and a seaweed wrap. He’d also booked one other thing, and he was quite pleased that he wouldn’t be there when she found out about it.
“Oh.” Momentarily mollified, she fidgeted with the terry-cloth robe. “Thank you. Um . . . will I see you again today?”
Marco was ecstatic that she was asking. He’d made more progress toward her submission than he’d hoped.
He’d also discovered that he had feelings for her that lay beyond the realm of domination and submission. He felt he was making progress toward uncovering the fact that she felt the same.
He didn’t want her to feel unsure, however, so he leaned forward and ran a finger gently along her knee, enjoying the resultant shiver.
“You’ll have your spa afternoon. You’ll dress in the clothes that will be delivered to you there, and you’ll eat the meal given to you as well.” He watched as Ariel’s brows knit together, but she didn’t argue. “Then you’ll come to the club. You’ll be there at precisely seven o’clock.”
“And then?” He loved that she challenged him. He’d had submissives who were content to accept and see to his wishes. He found it more gratifying to be questioned, to be pushed before the acquiescence.
“And then . . .” Sliding his hand up, he caught one of her delicious cherry-colored nipples in his fingers, rolling the flesh until she shivered. “And then I’ll come to you.”
Chapter Six
ARIEL’S NERVES WERE a colorful jangle as she wandered into the play area at five minutes to seven o’clock.
She ignored the appreciative stares and whistles that she received. She knew she looked good in the black bustier, the matching thong, thigh-high stockings, and heels that Marco had had delivered to the spa. Th
e dark hue was a study of contrast against her pale skin and flaxen hair and made her seem very delicate, nearly fragile.
She was anything but. She’d even suffered through the surprise bikini wax that Marco had ordered. Ariel pressed her lips together tightly as she remembered the discomfort of that. The manner of the esthetician had told her that Marco hadn’t been certain she’d go through with it and had told the spa staff as much.
After everything he’d pushed her with in the last twenty-four hours, she wasn’t going to break down over warm wax.
Besides, she couldn’t deny that the feeling of smooth lower lips was . . . enticing. She could feel the pull of her lace thong on the naked skin.
She could also feel the cool breeze through the slit that she’d cut in the crotch of the thong. Marco had thought to throw her off guard with the wax; well, she’d give him a little surprise in return.
And then he was there, standing in front of her, his large frame taking up the entire field of her vision. All of the looks, the mutters, her name whispered in excited voices—they all ceased to exist for her.
At that moment, Marco Kennedy was her entire world.
He looked her up and down, and his dark smile made her feel a warm glow inside.
“I’m very pleased.” He hooked a finger in the front of her bustier and pulled her forward. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you.” She wanted to tell him that he looked amazing as well—his white linen shirt was unbuttoned over loose black pants, his golden chest hard and tantalizing.
But surely every woman he met drooled over him. She didn’t want to be just another of those women, at least not in his eyes.
The realization startled her, and she was silent as Marco took her hand and led her through the club. She looked down at her feet as she walked, trusting Marco to lead the way.
He turned into the same room in which they’d played the previous night, and Ariel exhaled with relief at the hint of privacy that the shadows provided.
