by Bec Botefuhr
“Iknowthat,it’swhyIwantthis.”
“It’snotapunishment,Idon’twantyoutoseeitasthat.”
“I’mgivingyoumycontrolandinasense,you’regivingmeyours.”
Hisbrowngazesearchesmyface.“Areyousure?”
“Yes,I’msure.”
“When?”
Hiswordissimple,hardanddetermined.
“Now.”
Hestepsforward,cuppingmyfaceandbringingmylipsclosetohis.
“Youhaveasafeword,youuseitifanythinggetstoomuch.Idon’twant youtofearme,Sierra.”
“Ipromise,butcanyoupromisemeyou’llonlyattemptoneortwo thingsatatime?Idon’twantwhips,nottoday.”
“Ofcourse.”
“Butyoucantiemeup…”Iswallow.
“Areyousure?”hewhispers,shocked.
“Yes,Itrustyou.”
“Baby,”hemurmurs,strokingmycheek.
Hereachesdownformyhand,leadsmeoutofthekitchenandinto hisbedroom.HeturnsonthelightandIfacethelarge,beautifulbedin themiddleoftheroom.Heleadsmeovertoitandsitsmedown,gripping mychinandtiltingmyfaceuptofacehim.
“Areyousure?”
“Yes.”
“Ok,thenlet’sgooverafewthings.Iprefer‘sir’over‘master’.Iam notinanywayawfulorcruel,butI’mfirm.IfIaskyouaquestion, answerit.Ifyou’rescared,tellme.IfI’mhurtingyou,useyoursafe word.It’sallverysimple.”
Inod,swallowing.Hegripsmyshouldersandgentlypushesmeback onthebed.Iscootbackwardsandlaydowninthemiddle.Heloomsover me,pressingasoftkisstomylipsbeforeleavingthebed.Ihearhim rufflingaroundinhiscloset,thenhecomesbackwithahandfulof goodies.Heplacessomesofthandcuffs,afewsatinropes,afeather ticklerandablindfolddownonthebedbesideme.Hegripshisshirt, undoingitslowlythenflickingitoff.Whenhe’sstandinginjustthose blackpantsandnothingelse,myhearthammers.
“You’resobeautiful,”Iwhisper.
“Shhh,”heorderssoftly.“Notalking.”
Iletmyeyesfollowhimashemoves,hegripsthefeatherticklerand sitsonthebedbesideme.
“Situp,sweetheart.”
Isitupandhereachesaround,grippingthebackofmydress.His breathticklesmycheekasheunzipsit.Heslidesthegowndownmy bodyandthenmakesshortworkofmybraandpanties.WhenI’mfully naked,heletshisgazetraveloverme,takingamomenttoappreciatethe view.Hegentlylaysmedownonthebed,proppinghimselfuponhis elbowbesideme.Heplacesthefeathertickleratthebaseofmyneckand gentlyslidesitdownmychestandaroundmybreastscausingmynipples tohardeninstantly.
“Thisismywayofrelaxingyou,preparingyouforwhat’stocome,”
hemurmurs,ticklingonenipple,thentheother.“Yourbodylikesit,I see.”
“Yes,sir,”Iwhisper,closingmyeyesandlettingasoftlittlemoan escapemylips.
Heslidesitlower,circlingmybellybutton.
“Thefeatherticklerisgreatforstimulation,itgetstheblood pumping,theskintingling.Itbringsthebodyalive.Itpreparesitfor what’scoming.”
Imoanwhenheslidesitovermyfolds.Thelightticklingofthe feathersisenoughtomakemyclitjumpandwanttomove.Marcusleans down,brushinghislipsovermythroatasheslidestheticklerupand downtheoutsideofmyachingcleft.Thecombinationhasmeachingso badlyitalmosthurts.Iarchup,wantingtofeelhim,desperateforhis touch.
“Prolonginganorgasm,makesitsomuchmoreintense.Iknowyou wantmetolickyou,orputmyfingersdeepinsideyourgreedylittlecunt, butthatwilltakeyourbodydownfromthishigh.Iwantyousowoundup thatwhenIfinallytouchyou,withmymouth,fingersorcock,you’ll eruptbeneathme.”
Hiswordsbeingpurredintomyear,withthecombinationofthe ticklerandhishotbreathagainstmyear,hasmybodysparkingtolife.He takestheticklerfrommycleftandslidesitupmybodyagain,while pressinghislipslightlytomine,notopeningthemformetoaccess,but justenoughtotease.Whenhepullsaway,I’msquirmingwith desperation.Iwanttofeelhim.Ineedtofeelhim.Whenheslideshis fingersupmyarmsandclutchesmyhands,Iknowwhathe’sgoingtodo.
It’sokSierra,it’sMarcus,youcantrusthim.
Heputsmyhandsinthesoftcuffsandclipsthemtotheheadboardof hisbed.IfeelmyheartpoundingandIfocusonmybreathing.It’sjust Marcus.Youcandothis.Youhavetodothis.It’sok.Whenhegripsmy ankles,myheartbeginspoundingsoharditactuallyhurts.Hestops,andI hearhimmurmur,“Breathesweetheart.”ButIcan’tfinditinmyselfto answer,howcanI?I’msodamnedfrightened.I’mtoobusytalking myselfdown.IletoutthebreathIwasholding,andsuckinanother raggedone.
Thefeelingofmylegsandarmsbeingbound,hasmybody beginningtopanic.Marcusisbeingsogentle,he’sbeingsokind,he’snot doinganythingtoscareme,butmybodyhasotherideas.Ifeelsweat breakoutonmyforeheadandmyheartcontinuespoundingsoloudlyI canhearitinmyhead.Ican’tthink,Ican’tseemtocalmmyselfdown.
BeforeIknowwhat’shappening,I’mtrashingintheropesandrasping out‘purple,purple,purple’,butI’mfairlysureit’snotunderstandable.I can’tunderstandwheremythoughtsaregoing,letalonehowmywords aresoundingtoMarcus.
Marcusmoveslikewildfire,hehasmyarmsandlegsfreein minutes.Tearsthunderdownmycheeksandmybodyshakessoviolently myteethchattertogetherasMarcuspullsmeintohisarms.Hetucksme intohislap,wrappinghisarmsaroundmeandpressingmyheadintohis chest.Ittakesmeagoodfewminutestohearwhathe’ssayingtome, becauseallIcanhearismyheartthumpinginmyheadandthesoundof myownrapidthoughts.I’mtryingdesperatelytocalmmyselfdown,but evenmythoughtssoundjumbledtome.
“Shhhh,sweetheart,it’sok.You’resafe.I’vegotyou.You’reok.
Shhh.”
Imakealoud,hiccuppingsoundandgriphischest,needingtofeel him.Hestrokesmyhair,whisperingsoothingwordsintomyearasI comedownfrommypanicattack.Whenmybreathinghasevenedoutand I’mnotpantinganymore,ItiltmyheadupandstareatMarcusthrough blurredvision.Heswipestheleftovertearsfrommycheeksandgives mealooksoloving,itbreaksmyheart.Helookslikehe’scommita crime,likehe’shurtsomeoneheloves.It’snothisfault.Iaskedthisof him,yetIcanseehe’sblaminghimself.
“I’msorry,Sierra,youweren’tready.”
“Itwasmyidea,”Icroak.
“Ishouldhaveknowntyingyouonthefirstattemptwasastupid idea.Iknowbetter.”
“It’sok,”Iwhisper,myvoicehoarse.
“I’msorry,sweetheart.”
“Idon’tknowwhathappened,Ijustcouldn’tcalmmyself.”
“It’sok,it’snotyourfault.Wewillworkonthatslowly,we’lltie onehandatatime,lettingyoukeepyourcontrol,untilyou’refullyready totrustme.”
“Idotrustyou,”Isay,inawobblyvoice.
“Iknowyoudo,butittakesmorethantrustforsomethinglikethat.”
“MaybeI’mjustnotthegirlforyou,Marcus,whatifInevergetover it?”
Heholdsmetight.“Thenyounevergetoverit,that’snotwhyI’m withyou,Sierra.”
“Ifyoucanneverbeadominantagain,itwillbotheryou.”
It’snotaquestion,it’sastatement.
“Beingadominantgoesfarfurtherthanjustthebedroom.Ipractice mydominancedayin,dayout.IwantyoufarmorethanIwantsome kinkysex.”
Ichucklesoftly.“Really?”
“Really,really.”
“You’rehard,”Iwhisper,feelinghiserectcockpressingintomy backside.
Hechucklesandmoveshishipsagainstmybottom.He’ssorigid,I knowitmusthurt.Ican’tblamehimf
orbeinghard,itwasapretty intensemomentuntilIhadmymentalbreakdown.
“OfcourseIam,I’mholdingabeautifulwomaninmylapandshe happenstohaveaveryniceass.”
Igiggleandwiggleonhislap,hegroansandthrustshishipsup, pressinghiscockharderagainstme.
“Marcus?”
“Hmmmm.”
“Canwejusthavesex,righthere,rightnow,justlikethis?”
“Baby,youshouldn’tevenhavetoask.”
Hemovesmeoffhislapamoment,andunbuckleshispants,pulling themdown.Whenhe’sreleasedthatgorgeouscock,hepullsmeback ontohislapandpresseshisbackagainsttheheadboard.Themoment turnsfromerotic,tobeautiful,inamatterofseconds.Marcuslooksinto myeyesandgripsmyfaceashegentlylowersmybodydownoverhis cock.Hislipsfindmineandhekissesmesosoftly,myheartachesfor moreofhim,eventhoughI’msurroundedinhim.Heslowlyteasesmy tonguewithhisashefillsmewithhiscock.
Heletsmetakecontrol,letsmerockmyhipsandrotatethemhowI seefit.Hislittlemoansofpleasureeverynowandthentellmehe’s enjoyingit.He’sbeingsogentlewithme,it’sthegentlestI’veeverseen Marcus.He’sstrokingmycheeks,myhair,mylips.He’skissingme.
He’srunninghishandsovermybody.He’s…makinglovetome.The realityofthathasmyfirstorgasmtearingthroughmybodyinamad, pleasurablerush.IwhimperhisnameasIletmyheadfallbackandhis lipsglideupmyneckwhilehiscockpullseverylastshudderfromme.
“Tellmeyouwantmetocome,”herasps.“Tellme,Sierra.”
Control,he’sgivingmecontrol.Thiswholelovemakingsession, he’sgivenmecontrol.He’sshowingmeIcantrusthim,he’sshowingme thatitdoesn’tmattertohim,solongasI’mwithhim.Inthatmoment,I realizethatMarcusHarrison,hasbecomemylife.
“Comeforme,baby,”Iwhisperintohisear,tanglingmyfingersinto histhick,darkhair.
Hedoes,withadeep,gutturalmoan,thathasmybodybreakingout intoshiversthatstartfrommyheadandtraveldowntomytoes.Ifeelhis cockpulsingashefillsmewithhispleasure.Hisfingersclutchmyhips andhisbicepsstrainasheletseverylastspurtreleaseintome.Iburymy headintohisneckandwestaylikethatforlongmoments,untilour breathingcalmsandourbodiesbeginfeelingslightlynormalagain.
“Thankyou,”Iwhisperintohisneck.
“Sleep,sweetheart.Youneedit.”
Helaysmedown,andIfeelhiscockslidefrommydepths.Hepulls thesheetsbackandpullsthemupoverme,beforeleaningdownand brushinghislipsacrossmine.
“Youwon’tsleepwithme?”Isay,feelingmyeyesstingwiththe needtoclose
“Ihaveworktodo,I’llbeherethough.Iwon’tleaveyou.”
Itouchhisface.“We’reok,right?”
Hesmilesandnods.“We’reok,baby.”
Iwatchhimasheleavestheroom,hisperfectassonfullviewfora fewdeliciousmoments.Whenhe’sgone,Ifindmyselfsmilingforthe firsttimeindays.Maybe,justmaybe,wehaveachanceofmakingthis work.
CHAPTER5
MARCUS
Fuck,Ifeellikeajerk.Itiedherupknowingfullwellshehadn’t thoughtitthrough.Worse,Ishouldhavetakenitslowly.Ishouldknow thisbynow.Myjudgmentiscloudedatthemomentandit’sstartingto show.WhenIseeherdriftoff,Iwalkoutoftheroomsilentlyandinto myhomeoffice.Iswitchonmylaptop,pullonapairofsilkpantsandsit down.Ican’tthink,Icertainlycan’tsleep,soworkistheonlyoptionI have.IknowI’vebeenfallingbehind.I’vegotaconferenceintwoweeks andIhaven’ttoldSierraI’mgoingtobeawayforafullweek.Ipower throughmyemailsandrespondandsuperspeed,ItakeafewcallsandI organizemeetingsaroundmyschedule.IamworkingasmyownPAat themoment,theoneIhaveisnotasquickasSierra.
Besides,it’snighttime.Ican’texpecthertobeawakeand respondingtothesethingsnow.IfindthelastemailfromherandIre-arrangesomemeetingsinaccordancetowhatshe’stoldmeintheemail.
Candiceisyoung,prettyandhasabrightfutureaheadofher.She’sa timidlittlething,andworksveryquietlymostdays.She’seasyenoughto workwith,sheneverbacktalksandshenevercausesaproblem.She’s almostmissingthatspunkthatmadeSierrasoperfectforthejob.Irun myhandsthroughmyhairandthinkaboutthegirlsleepinginthenext room.Christshe’sgorgeous,ineveryway.Evenaftershefreakedout, shestillwantedme.Ilethertakefullcontrol,knowingforthatmoment, sheneededit.Itfeltgoodtoo,farbetterthanIeverwouldhaveimagined.
ItrustSierra,anditmakesmewonderifpartofmeevertrustedChayne, becauseIneverletherhaveanycontrol.Maybethatwasmyproblem.
MyphonebuzzesbesidemeandIlookdowntoseeit’sCandice.I checkthetime,it’sninefortytwo.Iopenthemessageandreadit.
CANDICE-HeyMarcus,justlettingyouknowIgotacallfrom Rose.Shedidn’tbookyourflightsforyourconference.Doyouwantme todothatnow?
Sighing,Irespond.
MARCUS-No,Candice,justdoittomorrow.
CANDICE-Okthen,noproblematall.Haveagoodnight.
MARCUS-Ire-arrangedmyschedule,youwillseeitallwhenyou comeintomorrow.
CANDICE-Thankyou,youmakemylifefareasierthanyoushould.
IthoughtIwasmeanttobethePA?*Smileyface*
Ican’thelpbutsmile,andIrespondwithoutthinkingaboutit.
MARCUS-Idon’tliketoworkmyPA’stoohard.
CANDICE-You’renotworkingmetoohard,trustme.
MARCUS-GoodnightCandice,I’llseeyouinthemorning.
CANDICE-Withbellson.
Ituckmyphoneawayandleanbackinmychairsighing.God,all thisdramaismakingmyheadfuckinghurt.Irunmyhandsdownmyabs andstopatmyhalfrigidcock.WithSierraaround,thisthingrefusesto evergodowncompletely.Irubmypalmoverit,anditjerkstolife, hardening.Icouldquiteeasilyjerkoffrightnow,theconstantacheinmy dickishardtohandle.Shemakeseverythinginsidemecomealive.Just thethoughtofherhasmyhandrubbinggentlyovermydick.Fuckit.I movemyhandoffandstand,pacingtheroom.SleepiswhatIshouldbe doing,notthinkingaboutfuckingheragain,butIcan’tstopmymind.It’s fartoooveractiveandrightnowit’srefusingtostopatall.Iwalkoverto myliquorcabinetandpouraglassofwhiskey,thatwillhelp.
Ihope.
~*~*~*~
SIERRA
Idon’tremembergoingtosleep,allIknowisIwakeinthemiddle ofthenight,orperhapsit’sveryearlymorning,andMarcusstillisn’tin bed.Islideout,pullingononeofhisshirtsandapairofpantiesbefore walkingoutinsearchforhim.He’sinhisoffice,standingbythewindow onthephone.Ismileatthesightofhim,wearingonlyapairofsilk pajamapantsthatdowonderfulthingsforhisass.Hisbacklookslike smoothperfectionunderthedimlight.Iwalkover,andwhenhehears me,heturnsaround.I’mnotreallysurewhyIdoit,heckIdon’teven thinkaboutittoolong,butIfindmyselfonmykneesinfrontofhim.I hearhissharpintakeofbreathandwhenIlookupathim,he’sstaring downatmewithanexpressionsohungryithasmybodyclenching everywhere.
“Sendthemthroughtome,Pete,I’llgooverthemtomorrow.”
Silence.
“Yeah,ok,bye.”
Heflickshisphoneoffandtossesitonthenearbybenchbefore takingastepclosertome.
“Whatareyoudoing,mysweetgirl?”
Ilookupathim.“Whatdoesitlooklike,sir?”
“Youshouldbesleeping,”hemurmurs.
“Andyoushouldn’tbeonthephoneatthistimeofthemorning.”
Hesmiles.“Touché.”
“Whatwillyoudowithme,nowwe’rebothhere?”
Hislooksdarkensandhestretcheshisfingerdowntoslideovermy bottomlip.Ipartmylipss
lightly,lettinghimslidehisfingerintomy mouth.“Suckitbaby,”heorderssoftly.
Isuckonhisfingerandhegroans,slidingthetiparoundonmy tongue.Whenhegoestomoveitout,Ibitedownonit,nippingathim playfully.Hegrinsandreachesdowntotanglehisfingersintomyhair.
Hepullsmyheadbackgently,releasinghisfinger.Itugmyheadforward andheletsme.Whenmycheekreacheshissilkpants,Ipressitagainst hisstrainingcockandrubitoverit,feelingeveryhardinchofhim pulsingagainstthesoftskinonmycheek.Hegrowlsandtugsmyhair back,forcingmetolookupathimagain.
“Whatdoyouwant,Sierra?”
“You,sir.”
“Tellmehow,”heorders,reachingintohispantsandreleasinghis cock.HebeginsstrokingitsoftlyandIwhimper,desperatetotastehim.
“Iwanttosuckyourcock,sir.”
“Badgirl.Whatdoyousay?”
“Please.”
“Pleasewhat?”
“Please,sir?”
Withaslow,sexysmilehepresseshiscockheadtomylipsand gentlyslidesitaroundandaround,teasingmeasmuchashimself.When heslipstheheadin,bothofusgroan.
“Younipthat,”herasps.“AndI’llspankyou.”
Thenheplungeshislengthintomymouth.Iopenmymouthwide, takingasmuchofhimasIcan.Heslideshiscockbackout,thenslowly pushesitbackinwithagroan.Hishandisstilltangledinmyhairwhile hisotheronereachesdownandslidesinthesideofmymouth,sohecan feelhiscockmovingasIsuck.
“Ilovefeelingmycockmoveinyourmouth,”hegroans,removing hisfingerandplacinghishandbyhisside.
Ibobmyheadupanddown,takinghislengthandsuckingitwith everythingIhave.Hisdeep,intensegroansofpleasureareenoughtosend anywomanovertheedge.Ireachdown,findingmyclitandIstrokeit softly,whimperingattheinstantswellofpleasurethere.
“Getyourhandoffyourpussy,baby,now,”heordersgruffly.
Idon’tlistentohim,Istrokemyclitharder,suckinghimand rubbingmyselfuntilwe’rebothtenseandreadyforrelease.
“Stopstroking,”herasps,throwinghisheadback.“OrI’llspank you.”
