Enamored (5 page)

“I want to see you again,” he said, and pulled back the covers. He groaned as if in appreciation, a primal sound that made her feel extremely sexy. “You wear clothing way too often around me, I think.”

“You too,” she laughed. “How come you never told me you had such a big cock?”

Marc laughed and rubbed his shaved head. “I can just imagine that conversation. Hey, Lauren, how’s it going? Fine. That’s cool. By the way, in case you’re interested, I tend to bruise cervixes when I fuck.”

Lauren laughed, glad to hear the Marc she was used to talking again. He’d never spoken to her before the way he did tonight, in that alluring, dominant way. He’d never called her baby before.

It was different, but . . . she kinda liked it.

“Are you still going to tie me up?” she asked. “I mean . . . ack, I keep topping from the bottom. I’ll shut up now.”

He looked at her and cocked his head. “I think you might benefit more from having the ability to move as you please but choosing to position yourself the way I tell you. It’s a lesson in submission.”

“I can’t believe this,” she said. “I’m being trained.”

“Yes,” Marc said. “You are.”

She could do this, she could let Marc train her if that’s what needed to happen. It was just one week. She could survive anything for a week, right? All those times she’d fantasized about being with Marc in bed . . . she was finally here.

Too bad she was on the bottom.

“I just want to put this out there, that this is hard for me.”

“I know.” He slid into the bed next to her, his body warm next to her cool skin, seeming to heat her up. “You think you lost a bet, but I’m going to try to make it so you feel like you won, too.”

“Does that mean I can be in charge?” she asked hopefully, already knowing the answer.

“No. It means you can trust me to take care of you while I’m in charge. You can finally let down that shield that’s surrounded you from the day we met and relax . . . because tonight, you’re mine.”

Desire coursed through her, inexplicable desire. Why would the thought of letting go of her shield do that to her? Her shield kept her safe from men, an invisible force-field that had been up ever since she was fourteen.

But Marc was different. She knew him, she trusted him with her life. And now, she’d trust him with her body.

What Marc didn’t know, though, because she’d never told him—or anyone, for that matter—that while she might be able to give her body to him, she was going to have a very hard time relinquishing the control she kept over everything in her mind.

“Get on your hands and knees, facing me, Lauren.”

Oh my God. This was happening
.

Chapter Three

M
arc watched as Lauren pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her heavy breasts swaying from the movement.

“I want you to be very still while I touch you, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Oh, God. Those words made him hot every time.
Yes, sir.
Coming out of Lauren’s mouth . . . it was his fantasy come true. He ran his hands over her back, sliding them over her curves, down her ass, down her thighs.

“Open your legs, more. Spread your knees.”

She didn’t hesitate, but he gave her a quick spank on the ass anyway. “Say ‘yes, sir.’ ”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded stronger now, less shaky.

He continued roaming his hands over her body, taking his time to feel her breasts, weighing them in his hands before giving them a squeeze. “Beautiful,” he said.

She didn’t respond, but he could see those beautiful breasts flush, the nipples tightening. He pinched each nipple, holding it until she gasped.

“Do you like that?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s okay to enjoy what I do to you. I want you to.”

He let go of her nipples and she moaned.

“I think you do like it. Let’s see if I’m right.” Marc slid his hand back over her ass and dipped one finger into her wet pussy. “You’re wet for me.”

“Marc, I’m so confused.”

“You don’t have to be confused. Just relax and let me do all the work. Lie down, on your belly.”

She obeyed, her body pressed against the sheets. Only her left ass cheek was pink, where he’d smacked her. That needed to be evened out.

“I’m going to spank you. It’s not a punishment. I don’t want it to hurt to the point that you can’t take it. Tonight we’ll just practice, okay?”

“Okay.” She moved her head to the side and looked at him with a smile. “Is that your way of saying you’re not going to give it your best shot?” Lauren laughed, and Marc couldn’t help but to laugh too.

“This is not meant to be a game of who is the better Dom. It’s meant to be you lying here, getting spanked by me. Say yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

L
auren didn’t want to be scared—there was no reason to be scared. She trusted Marc with her life—something she proved every time she let him drive them somewhere, considering he thought going ninety miles an hour was slow—so she could certainly trust him to take good care of her.

But . . . a spanking? She’d spanked many, many men and women in her time, she knew how arousing it could be for her. The feel of his ass, firm under her hand, growing warmer and redder as she brought her hand down again and again. Since she did a lot of psychological domination, she often used those moments with her playmates to lecture them or tell them what they needed to do to please her.

What would a spanking from Marc be like?

“Relax,” he ordered.

“I’m trying to.” She took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to obey, but she couldn’t relax, not knowing that at any moment he was about to—

Smack.

“Ow,” she yelped in surprise as he spanked her other ass cheek.

“Did I hurt you, Lauren?”

“No, just surprised me,” she admitted. “Sir.”

“That’s good, baby, I’m going to keep going, you let me know if you need a break.”

“Will do.” Not like she’d ever let him think he could out-Dom a Domme. No way.

He spanked her again, alternating ass cheeks, sometimes smacking the same area over and over until she bit back a moan. Her bottom felt completely toasted, and probably looked it too.

“Red is a beautiful color on you, Lauren,” he teased.

“It would be a good color on your ass, too,
sir
.” She tensed in anticipation of an extra-hard spank for bratting, but instead he stopped.

“Roll over, no rubbing.”

Lauren rolled onto her back, the skin on her ass burning as it came in contact with the sheets.

“No bratting. No trying to be the Domme. You are my submissive for a week. You are my slave, for one week. If you do it again, the repercussions will be severe, do you understand?”

“What do you mean, repercussions?”

“Consequences to not keeping up your end of the wager.”

Ah . . . kinky bastard did want to punish her. All right. “Okay. I understand.”

“Remember at the club, I told you that I’d fuck you?”

She swallowed, looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes. “I’ll never forget it.”

“I’m not going to tie you up. I don’t really want to fuck you right now, I want us to fuck each other. You can hold on to me if you want. You can wrap your legs around me. Let’s do this—”

“Like we’re vanilla?” she interrupted. She hadn’t had sex with someone she cared about in a really long time, and almost never unless the man was tied up so she could either ride him—or peg him, taking him from behind.

Marc laughed, rubbing his head. He always seemed to do that when he was thinking, it was one of those little habits of his she’d always found adorable, like rubbing a bottle hoping a genie would pop out with three wishes.

If she could have a wish, it would be to have the strength to submit to Marc, to let him have the lead. She’d expect it of him if he’d been the one who’d lost the bet, right?

M
arc hovered above her, his arms resting on either side of her beautiful red hair, which spread enticingly across his sheets. God, she was beautiful. He’d never had the chance to see her like this, naked and vulnerable. This new, different side of Lauren appealed to him just as much as her feistiness did.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been on the bottom, under a man,” she whispered, and shut her eyes.

“When was the last time?” Marc leaned down, kissing her face, her neck, breathing in the scent that was uniquely Lauren, even after the bath.

“Let’s not talk about past lovers. I don’t really want to talk at all.” She smiled and pulled him toward her, kissing his lips, and he ground his hips against hers, unable to control himself any longer.

“Hang on, baby,” he whispered, and sheathed his turgid cock in latex. “Are you still wet for me?”

Gently, he slid his cock inside her, only to find tightness, resistance. She was no longer aroused. “What’s wrong?”

“Stupid memories ruining what should be at the very least an interesting encounter.”

Marc nodded, still moving his hips against hers, hoping to get her back in the mood. “Maybe I should spank you again. That seemed to get you hot.”

“This,” she said, rolling over until she straddled him. “This gets me hot.” Lauren pushed his arms above his head, holding him down by the wrists. He let her, despite knowing he could easily overpower her. He didn’t want their first experience to be about him proving that he could physically dominate a woman. She already knew that.

What he wanted involved a lot more . . . he wanted Lauren to agree to allow him to dominate her. Marc looked up at her, not smiling.

“You don’t look amused,” she said.

“I’m not. I meant it when I said I’m not a switch. I’m a Dom through and through. But you . . . you could be a switch. Ever hear of the term ‘gay for you’? Well, you might be ‘sub for you’—well, me.”

Lauren laughed and he had to laugh with her, despite the fact that she still held his hands above his head like a Domme. “ ‘Gay for you’?” she giggled.

“You know what I mean. When you hear about a guy who’s only been with women, who considers himself straight, until the perfect person comes along and it’s a dude? It’s called ‘gay for you.’ Anyway—”

“Has that ever happened to anyone you know?” she asked, looking down at him with interest, and it felt like they were back at the club, sitting at their booth, chatting like the old friends they were. But that’s not how tonight was supposed to turn out. Not when she was straddling him naked.

“Yes, but Lauren, you’re missing the point. You could submit to me, if you chose to. When I spanked you, when I ordered you to call me sir and you obeyed, your desire was apparent all the way from your flushed breasts to your wet pussy.”

“Then why don’t you fight back? Are you afraid I’ll win?”

He sighed. “If that’s how you want to play it.”

Marc easily pushed past her hold on his wrists and flipped her over, holding both of her wrists in one hand so his other was free to stroke her most intimate areas as he lay on top of her. He rubbed her clit, relishing the look of desire she shot him.

“Stop topping. I’m in charge,” he said. “Tell me.”

She shut her eyes again. “You’re in charge, sir.”

“Open up, Lauren. Open your legs, and open your eyes. Fuck, open your mind.” He rubbed her clit harder, faster. Damn, she was wet now. “You like this. You want this. Tell me.”

“Yes, sir, yes, I do,” she gasped, spreading her legs beneath him as he increased the rhythm of his merciless fingers.

“I’m holding you down, and maybe that’s what you need for now. But someday, sometime soon, Lauren—you’ll submit to me all on your own.” He ground his palm against her clit. “Say yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir.” The words came out breathy, frantic as her climax crested.

“Come for me, Lauren. Look me in the eyes and come. Now.”

Lauren’s brow creased and she came hard, bucking against both the hand on her clit and the one holding her down.

“That’s it, baby, just let it happen. Go with it.” Marc saw desire in her eyes, ecstasy. She could be his. She
would
be his.