by Bec Botefuhr
The doctor is super quick, which I imagine is only because of my presence. He has her cleaned and stitched within half an hour. After giving me strict orders, he lets me take her home. The entire drive to my apartment is silent, Sierra falls in and out of consciousness, part of that I believe is alcohol. When we get in, I help her up the stairs and lay her in the bed. She looks up at me with those pretty eyes and her hand reaches out to stroke over my cheek. I turn my face into her touch, needing to feel every part of her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“I know you are.”
“Can we get through this?”
I lean down and kiss her head, letting my lips linger. “We already are, sleep sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”
Letting her hand fall, she smiles at me and then slowly, her eyes flutter closed. God help me, this girl is changing my world.
CHAPTER 7
SIERRA
“Hmmmmm,” Marcus murmurs into my hair. “You smell amazing.”
I groan and roll onto my back, my eyes are heavy because I’m so tired. I feel Marcus’ warm body beside me and he smells divine. Like Marcus, crossed with one hell of a sexy cologne. He swipes my hair from my forehead and leans down, grazing his lips across mine. When I move my head to the left, it throbs and I remember what happened last night. Groaning, I turn it back to the other side and let my eyes adjust to the faint light in the room. Marcus is lying beside me, looking perfectly ruffled and gorgeous.
“Ouch,” I whisper.
“I bet. Is the pain really bad?”
“No, just a dull throb.”
“It will hurt for a few days.”
“God, I am such a child sometimes.”
He smiles. “I won’t argue that.”
I smack his arm. “Hey, go easy. I’m hung over and sore.”
He slides his lips across mine. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh will you now?”
“Mmmmm.”
“How?”
He grins and gently deepens the kiss. I breathe him in as I snuggle closer, running my fingers up and down his sides. He shivers and groans, holding me tightly and pulling my body closer. When he slides his hands up my arm and grips my wrists, I stiffen.
“Trust me sweetheart, slowly remember?”
I swallow and close my eyes, letting my body just enjoy him. He slides his lips down my neck and his free hand travels down my body and over my naked breasts. Marcus pinches my nipple, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger until it’s hard, throbbing and so tight it almost burns. Growling, he trails his fingers down until he finds my aching pussy, I arch up, desperate to feel more of him.
He dips his fingers between my folds and finds my aching nub, he rubs it gently, sliding his fingers over the aching bundle of nerves until I’m arching and crying out loudly. I run my fingernails down his sides until he’s growling with a mix of pain and pleasure. He takes hold of my body, letting my hands go, and gently flips me over to my stomach. He grips my ass, tilting it up and plunging his tongue into my cleft from behind. I groan and drop the good side of my head into the pillow and shudder as bolts of pure ecstasy tear through my body.
“Oh god, Marcus, fuck me,” I cry, pummeling my firsts into the sheets.
“Oh baby, are you sure? You’re hurt.”
“I’m ok, please…” I mewl. I don’t care about the dull throb in my head, I need him inside me. Now.
He slides his tongue away and I hear him shuffling around, then his body is over mine again and he’s leaning down near my ear. His chest is curved over my back, his cock throbbing against my entrance.
“Do you trust me baby?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“You know I won’t hurt you, and your safe word is purple.”
I swallow and in my haze, I nod. Marcus grips my hands and pulls them down through the opening in my legs. My face is gently pressing against the pillow, and my bottom is in the air. He takes my wrists and binds them to my ankles, and I whimper at the odd sensation of having binds on again. I swallow rapidly, trying to keep calm. He won’t hurt you, let him in. You promised him you would try, Sierra. I close my eyes and let the moment take me, blocking out my thoughts. I can’t live in fear for the rest of my life, Marcus is good for me, I just have to let him try.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, running a finger down my spine. “You look so beautiful like this.”
When he finds my bottom, he slides his finger around the opening and then moves down to my pussy, he slides his finger inside my damp folds until he finds my entrance. He dips two fingers in and I whimper as he brings me to the edge with gentle, deep thrusts. When I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers out. I cry out, squirming in my bind.
“Marcus.”
“Sir,” he corrects me.
“Sir, please.”
“Soon, baby.”
He brings his fingers around to my mouth and slips them in, I can taste my own arousal and I whimper as he swirls the pad of his finger around on my tongue, forcing me to taste it all. My loins clench as the erotic moment gets the better of me. When he slips his fingers out, I hear him move away again. A moment later, he comes back and I feel a cool, rubber toy press against my cleft. When he slips it inside me, I whimper and struggle in my binds.
“Shhh, sweetheart, I’ll make you feel good.”
I groan as he slides the vibrator out and then gently slips it back in. He presses a button and the machine jumps to life, vibrating deep inside me. I cry out and squirm as my pussy clenches around the device, gripping it with need.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Marcus growls.
“I want to come, please sir, let me come.”
“Not until my cock is inside you, if you come, I’ll spank you.”
“Please,” I whimper.
“Hold it off, Sierra.”
I can’t though, he’s brought my body to the edge and I can’t stop it. I scream as my orgasm rips through me, Marcus pulls the vibrator out and before I can finish shuddering, he slides his cock in its place. The feeling of being stretched, makes my orgasm drag out that much longer and I scream and writhe as he picks up his pace, sliding his cock in and out and making my release truly mind blowing. When I stop shuddering, I don’t have a chance to come down from my high as he quickens the pace, I can feel his balls slapping against my ass as he thrusts his hips and fills me with his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, more!” I rasp, forgetting that I really shouldn’t be letting my head bounce around this much. I don’t care right now though, it feels too damned good. In fact, the pain almost makes it…dare I say…better?
He hisses and his hand slaps down onto my ass, I growl, yes growl and tilt my hips up to meet his thrusts deeper.
“Again,” I rasp.
He spanks me again, the burning of his slap radiates through my ass and into my clit. He reaches down, flicking it with his thumb as he rocks his hips harder and faster. When his hand slaps me again, I erupt in an orgasm so intense I see white for a moment, holy shit. I hear Marcus’ roar of pleasure as his cock begins to spurt hard and deep inside me. He groans my name and slows his hips, gently rocking and milking every last drop from his shaft. Our panting combines and all I can hear in the room is the sound of our deep, intense breathing.
“Baby,” he murmurs against my sweat slickened back.
“God,” I whimper.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
He slides out of me and quickly releases my hands, he pulls me up and into his hard, firm chest. I turn, wrapping my arms around him and I breathe in the smell of him, me and sex. He strokes his fingertips up and down my back and I sigh deeply as my breathing begins to slow.
“You did it,” he murmurs into my hair.
“I did,” I say in a small, tired voice.
“Sleep, angel.”
“Marcus?”
“Hmmmm?”
I roll, nestling my face into his chest. “Thank you.”
“Alway
s. How are you feeling?”
“Sore, my head is hurting a little now.”
He stiffens. “You should have told me to stop.”
“I didn’t want you to, it’s ok, it’s nothing major.”
“You need to keep resting.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s very early, sleep some more.”
“Hmmmm,” I murmur, feeling my eyelids growing heavy.
I feel Marcus move away a moment later, and he tucks me in gently before stroking my hair and then leaving the room. I fall into a rather blissful sleep, letting the pain go with me.
~*~*~*~*
MARCUS
I sit, staring down at her perfect sleeping form. Gorgeous thick hair fanned out across the pillow, that beautiful face deep in slumber, completely relaxed and content. I want her to look like this all the time. I don’t want to see worry on her face. Well, I want to see all that without the black bruise on her temple. Silly girl. I stand and pull on my suit pants and tuck in my white shirt. She doesn’t move as I gather my belongings and tread quietly out of the room. I close the door gently and walk into the kitchen, shrugging on my jacket as I power on my phone. I’m greeted with a mass of messages and missed calls. It never ends.
I glance at the screen. Most messages are from Chayne, a few from work colleagues and one from…Ben? I open that voice mail but he’s left nothing. Smart man. If he called to threaten me, leaving a voice mail wouldn’t do him any favors. I flick out of the call screen and look at Chayne’s messages, the woman is trying hard, no doubt sure that I’m trying to find a way out of this blasted pre-nup. She knows it, and she’s freaking out. Can’t blame her really. Honestly though, she should have never fucking cheated in the first place and it would have never happened.
I turn on the coffee machine and dial back a few of the important calls. Twenty minutes and two outbursts later, and I’m one coffee down and late for work. Sierra still sleeps, so I’m not going to wake her. Letting my eyes scan the kitchen top, I find a piece of paper and a blue pen. I drop my briefcase and quickly scroll her a note. I know she’ll smile when she sees it, and that’ll make me happy. Her smile is my sunshine. Her smile is what I’m doing this for. I won’t lose her again.
Sweetheart,
I had to go to work. Think of me when that hot water runs down over your body, bringing your sweet little clit alive. Don’t touch yourself though. I have big plans for us. Keep smiling, sweet girl. Don’t forget to rest your head and call me if you need anything, otherwise, I’ll call you later.
M x
I put the note down beside her phone and grip my briefcase again before walking out. When I get to the limo and climb in, I stare up at the window where she lays. I don’t know what the future holds for us but she sure as shit is changing me. Inch by inch, section by section, she’s creating someone I don’t know, but, someone I am beginning to like. She’s showing me that control isn’t everything and love can be found twice in one’s life. That’s a big lesson a lot of us never get the chance to learn, or re-learn.
Work is hectic, the entire morning is filled with meetings, phone calls and constant problems. I do wonder at times why I worked so hard for a job like this. I was always an over achiever, I always wanted to go far, but I never thought I’d end up here. I did though, and while difficult, it’s changed my life for the better and for the worse. My days are always filled, it’s a never ending job. When I finally get back to my desk just after lunch, I get a message from Sierra. I smile, wondering if she truly slept in that long, Christ knows the girl needed it.
S - Hey, I would like to say thanks for the sweet note. But I’m not sure it was sweet…it was sexy sweet. That, I’ve decided, is what you are Marcus Harrison. Sexy sweet.
Unable to contain the face splitting grin that creeps up on my face, I quickly reply.
M - Sexy sweet. I’ve been called many things sweet girl, but I think that’s the nicest. How did u sleep? How’s your head?
A moment later she replies.
S - Best I’ve slept in years. Now I’m running around in your pants and trying to figure out your kitchen. My head is fine, I am surviving.
M - Call the house maid.
S - No, I got this.
M - You said my pants…do u mean only my pants?
S - You’ll never know sexy sweet, never.
M - I have security cameras.
A moment passes before she replies.
S - I just looked around the room like a crazy person, thank u for that.
M - That’s my girl, always on her toes. I need to talk 2 u about something this afternoon.
S - Bored of me already?
M - No baby.
S - Am I in trouble?
M - Do u want to be?
S - What happens if I do?
M - My hand. Your ass.
S - Then yes, I want to be.
M - All right, after I punish you for something you didn’t do, we’ll talk. It’s nothing major, so don’t worry too much. C u later, baby.
S - Laters sexy sweet.
Grinning I drop the phone onto the desk. My grin quickly slips when Chayne saunters into the room, her mouth turned up in an arrogant smile. She’s wearing a dress that’s so damned tight her tits are basically popping out the top. How did I not notice this shit earlier? I raise my brows as she saunters in and stops at the edge of my desk. She reaches down, running her bright red fingernail over the hard wood before looking up at me with eyes that I once thought were dazzling. Now, they do nothing for me. Chayne doesn’t hold a candle to Sierra.
“Hello lover,” she purrs.
“What do you want, Chayne?”
“I want to know what sort of game you’re playing?”
I pick up my briefcase and slam it onto the table, popping it open and digging through some papers. “Nothing,” I finally say after a long pause.
“You tell me that you’re leaving me, and yet I’m still here. You haven’t kicked me out, tell me why that is, Marcus?”
I give her a casual shrug. “I don’t want to hurt you, this is your home for now until you find something else.”
“I have my own condo.”
“So you do. Why are we discussing this then?”
“You know when this is announced, a court case is going to go ahead. You’re not just going to leave me with nothing, Marcus. I’ve earned my share of this.”
I snap my gaze up to hers. “How exactly? You have done nothing but lie, cheat and spend my money. So please, by all means, fill me in on how you earned anything.”
“I’ve been by your side. I’ve dealt with your moods. I’ve dealt with all your shit and supported you.”
“Good for you, Chayne, I’m sure it must have been hard to do what most normal couples do.”
“Don’t poke fun at me, Marcus Harrison, I want to know what you’re up to. Why haven’t you announced this?”
