FightingforControl (10 page)

Lori listened to the song playing on the radio and wondered
what Marc decided. The club or his apartment? Her pussy still throbbed from all
his teasing in the restaurant, so her preference was to get naked and nasty as
quickly as possible. She’d said she trusted Marc to make a satisfying decision,
but actually waiting for him to do so was trying her patience.

When the radio volume lowered, she turned to see what he was
doing. His right hand sat on the gearshift, his left held the wheel. He sat
casually in the seat, not really reclining but not sitting upright. His black
hair hung free, once again tempting her to see how soft it actually was. She
had yet to touch his hair, and needed the tactile experience, along with
wanting to rub her palm over the stubble on his jaw, and taste the sweat on his
skin brought up by a wild round of fucking.

She sighed. It still hadn’t sunk in to her that this was
real. She was in the car with a fucking-hot young guy who had designs on her
body, which she planned to fully allow him to exercise.

His voice brought her out of her thoughts. “Lift your
skirt.”

“What?”

“Lift your skirt and show me your pussy.”

As the car accelerated onto the freeway, Lori glanced around
them. “But—”

“That wasn’t open to discussion.”

She noticed he didn’t tell her again what to do, but
expected her to follow through. She glanced at the cars in the next lane before
inching the fabric up her legs. When she had the hem in her fingers, she pulled
the fabric above her hips, held it there for a moment and let it drop.

“Is that what I asked you to do?”

“I guess not,” she said, reaching for her skirt.

“Turn in your seat and open your legs. Show me.”

She did as he said, heat pooling low in her belly. The light
from the dashboard and the flashes from the streetlights made her dark curls
stand out against her pale skin. As she held up her skirt, she itched to touch
herself and relieve some of the tension building in her pussy. She hoped
wherever they headed was close by.

“Very good,” he purred. His voice was so sultry she thought
he could probably talk her into an orgasm.

He said nothing more, so she shifted in her seat, wanting to
press her thighs together or spread them wider, anything to further her toward
release. He continued to glance at her lap then back at the road.

Moisture spilled between her lips and she wriggled again.
She was going to have a huge wet spot on the back of her dress when she got out
of the car.

“Touch yourself.”

He spoke so softly she thought she imagined the words she
wanted to hear. “May I?”

“Yes. Let me watch you. Spread your pussy and show me how
wet you are.”

She leaned back against the door, bunching her skirt around
her waist. She lifted one knee toward the console between the seats and reached
between her legs. Parting her lips to the cool air, she sucked in a breath and
brushed a finger into the wet, warm flesh.

Her finger felt so good. Closing her eyes, she focused on
the touch of her finger on her clit, flicking across it, feeling it harden. She
told herself it was Marc touching her, Marc wanting to watch her come.

Shifting lower in her seat, widening her legs until her knee
hit the glove compartment, Lori pushed two fingers into her pussy and rocked at
the delicious fullness. She was so horny, so needy, her awareness of the
traffic around them faded, as did her need to please Marc.

She pinched her clit with one hand while the other fucked
deep inside her, curling and twisting her fingers and relishing the sensations
spreading throughout her body. Her hips rocked in rhythm with her hand. Her
tongue wiped across her lips.

The familiar coil spiraled out from her clit, signaling how
close she was to release. She began to pant, scraped a fingernail across her
clit and thrust her hand faster.

“Stop.” Marc’s voice cut through the sounds of her mewling
and Lori blinked.

“Huh?”

“I didn’t give you permission to come.” His tone was level,
no anger, but not allowing argument.

“I-I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away. I need it so badly
right now. Please, can I come?”

“No. Not yet.”

She pulled her fingers out but spread her juices around her
sensitive skin. “But, Master—”

“I said no.” He glanced into the lane beside them and
flipped on his blinker, darting across the freeway. They were near downtown and
he exited onto streets that were practically deserted.

Lori looked around them, wondering why they were there, and
if there was anyone around who might try to rob them. And why Marc was slowing
down and pulling to the curb.

He turned off the car. “Step out.” He exited without waiting
for her response.

She climbed out of the car, watching him come around onto
the sidewalk. He grabbed her elbow and led her to the trunk of the car. “Put
your hands on the car.”

She did, glancing back at him to see what he was up to. He
was so quiet, yet she could feel something smoldering inside her. She hadn’t
really argued with him, so surely he wasn’t angry about that. Was he?

Marc placed his hand on her lower back. “You questioned me
when I told you to stop playing with yourself.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so horny. First you got me started in the
restaurant, then having you watch me play with myself, well, it was more than I
could take.”

“I know how much you can take. I tell you when you can come.
You said you trusted me.”

She tried to turn around and face him, but he pressed her
down against the car. “I do. I do trust you, Marc. With my body.” Her throat
tightened and she whispered the next. “With my heart.”

“But you don’t. Not really, or you would stop when I tell
you. You don’t trust me to lead you to the most enjoyment you can experience.”

The knot in her throat made it difficult to respond. “I’m
sorry, Master. The desire to trust is there, but it’s a skill I have to learn.”

His hand cupped her butt cheek and squeezed. “I have to
punish you, you know.”

Her pussy clenched. What was he going to do, spank her here
on the street where anyone could see? They were in the commercial district, the
shops all closed, no one on the sidewalks. But anyone could drive by…

When he lifted her skirt, the draft chilled her skin still
heated with lust. She bit down on her lower lip and waited. Marc rubbed a rough
hand against her cheeks, across her lower back and down each thigh as if
relaxing her muscles. She tried not to tense, knowing what was to come.

The first strike rang out before the sting hit. Lori gasped.
He had spanked her. His hand continued to rain down on her ass, bouncing from
side to side, until her skin stung. She tried not to cry out with each smack,
but it was hard.

Her ass began to numb to a dull burn, and she noticed she
was getting wetter. Marc’s hand cupped over her pussy when he spanked her, the
bite of the blow landing on her clit. Tension coiled inside her. She shifted
her feet and opened herself to him.

Rocking back to meet his hand, Lori realized she was going
to come from the spanking. “Master, please—”

He grunted and smacked her ass again. “You need to remember
this.”

“But, Master, I’m going to come. Please stop.” His fingers
hit her pussy again and she whimpered at the delicious pain that filled her.
“So close…”

He moved behind her as the spankings stopped, and she heard
the tear of a condom wrapper, then felt the hard tip of his swollen cock press
against her. “Yes please, Master. Fuck me hard. Make me come.”

“Wait.” He barked the word as he bottomed out in her,
pushing her hard against the trunk of the car. She braced her feet and pushed
back.

“Thank you, Master. You feel so good inside me.”

He fucked her hard again, thrusting and pulling back,
holding tight on her hips. “Come with me,” he grunted.

She let go and allowed the tension inside her shatter. Her
legs shook and she flopped against the car as shudders racked her. Her pussy
clenched around the hard cock inside her, and Marc groaned, pounding her once
more before relaxing on her back.

She heard him fastening his pants before he walked around to
the passenger door and reached inside the car. Lori grew self-conscious with
her ass and pussy on display, her bare cheeks cooling in the night air. But no
way was she going to move without being told.

Marc returned and wiped up her juices with paper napkins. “I
hadn’t meant to take you on the street like this. I should have stopped…” He
lowered her skirt.

Lori pivoted and peered up at him in the dim light from a
distant street lamp. “Hey, it’s kinda sexy knowing you are capable of losing
control once in a while.” She cupped his cheek and he turned his face into her
hand, kissing her palm.

“It’s not something I admit to very often, but you, your
body, you drive me over the edge.”

She shivered as a breeze stirred. He rubbed her arms then
urged her toward the sidewalk. “I mean, look at this, I have you standing in
the middle of the street in downtown L.A. when I could have you home, in my
bed.”

She climbed into the car when he held the door open and
buckled her belt while waiting for him to get behind the wheel. When he started
the car, she asked, “Is that where we’re going? To your bed?”

He reached across the car and clasped her hand. “If you’re
still willing.”

“Let’s go.”

* * * * *

The next month flew so quickly with a new routine of Lori
seeing Marc and Brad, together or individually, after work and on weekends, and
working beside them during the week. She knew their changing relationship had
to be obvious to their coworkers. Just the depth of friendship between them had
to be noticeable. Yet she no longer worried about it. If anything, she got more
work done, had better ideas bouncing her thoughts around with them.

Brad had an evening planned for them, starting with a visit
to Unfettered, the club where they first got together. They hadn’t been back
since their second time there, the guys being more comfortable at Blackie’s or
at home. But Brad thought they would benefit from returning to the first club.

He rode in the backseat of Marc’s car while Lori sat in the
passenger seat. They were discussing the band on the radio when Marc slowed the
car.

“This is weird,” Marc said.

“What?” Lori looked out his window to follow his gaze but
didn’t see anything but old warehouses.

“It’s not here.”

Brad unbuckled his seat belt and leaned between the front
bucket seats. “What’s not?” Looking out the windshield, he asked, “Where’s the
club?”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Marc answered. “It’s not here.”

“Maybe you’re on the wrong street,” Lori offered.

“No, right street, right block. It’s programmed into the
GPS.” He pointed to the map glowing on the dash.

“Circle around the block,” Brad said.

Marc continued down the street and made the circuit back to
the address of Unfettered. The entire block had nothing but deserted buildings
with broken windows and construction fencing securing them. “It’s like it never
existed,” Marc mumbled as he pulled to the curb.

“Maybe they just moved.” Brad reached for the GPS and tapped
some buttons.

“But the building wouldn’t fall into disrepair like this after
just a few weeks,” Lori argued. “Maybe we should call that phone number again.”

Marc pushed the off button on the GPS, disrupting Brad’s
search, and shifted into first gear. He pulled out into the street and slowly
drove to the intersection. “No, we’re not going to call. We don’t need to.”

“What?” Brad asked as he buckled his belt again.

“Why not?” Lori asked.

“We don’t need it anymore. They said it was a service for
Doms and subs who need help. We don’t need help. We’ve got this worked out.”

Lori studied his profile in the light from passing street
lamps. She saw no signs he was joking. Yet how could he let go of it so easily?
The club had been there, they’d all three been inside. And now it had vanished.
It was creepy.

Brad echoed her thoughts. “But dude, it’s gone. Unfettered
vanished like Brigadoon.”

Lori laughed and twisted in her seat. “You know
Brigadoon
?”

He shrugged. “My mom was hooked on movie musicals. But don’t
let word get around, okay?” He offered her the beach bum grin that made working
with him nearly impossible some days. But tonight they were not at work.

Marc drove silently, and soon Lori recognized he was heading
toward his own apartment. She was surprised he hadn’t gone to another club.
“We’re not going to Blackie’s?”

He combed his hair back and glanced at her. “No, I don’t
think we need it tonight.”

“Oh, okay.”

Brad chimed in. “His toy box always has something hidden at
the bottom we can dig out.”

Marc scowled into the rearview mirror. “I don’t have
anything you don’t have.”

“True. Although I bought a few toys after trying them out
first at your place.”

Lori smiled out the side window. Brad was a natural Dom, but
so much less so than Marc, as to seem almost passive. Brad easily read her
needs and answered the requests she never had to speak, but Marc seemed to know
what she wanted even before she realized it.

That was probably how they were able to work together so
well. Neither threatened the other. And both satisfied her like no other men
alive.

Riding in the elevator to Marc’s floor, Lori studied their
reflections in the polished metal doors. One man so dark, the other so fair,
and both towering rocks standing beside her. How the hell did she get so lucky?

The doors slid open and Brad gave her a gentle nudge. She
walked between them to Marc’s door and took off her jacket when they got
inside. Setting down her purse and jacket, she turned to the men to await
instruction. It was the natural thing to do, now. Not anxious and uncertain
where to sit or stand, she understood all would be explained.