His Desire, Her Surrender (6 page)

Tabitha shivered. Her back arched. What would Marcus do?

"Spread your legs."

Tabitha complied. She jumped as Marcus pressed his face between her thighs and swept his tongue across her.

Marcus pulled back. "Did you like that?"

Tabitha wiggled her rear in his direction. "Yes. Yes, Sir."

"I thought so. You taste wonderful. I need another sample."

The spoon still in his hand, he grasped her with his fingertips, spreading her wide. His tongue and lips savored her flesh before retreating. "And that? Did you enjoy that?"

His sudden absence left Tabitha waiting, wanting. "Oh yes! Yes, Sir."

"I thought I felt you quiver. Would you like more?"

"Yes, Sir!" She rocked backward, begging to feel his mouth again.

Marcus nipped her rear with his teeth. "You know a penance must be exacted for pleasure. Don't you agree?"

"That's for you to say, Sir."

"Yes, it is. However, it must be a willing trade. A trade for pleasure."

Tabitha swallowed. She imagined the sting of the wooden spoon on her skin and weighed it against the reality of Marcus's mouth on her. It would be worth it.

"What do you want? Do you want me to taste you? Lick you? Kiss you?"

"Yes. Please, Sir." Her voice rose with excitement.

"And do you accept my discipline in return?"

"Yes. Yes, Sir." She was eager now. Wetness dripped from her.

Marcus put his mouth to her again. His tongue thrust between the lips of her most intimate zone.

Desire rebounded through her.

He brought her slickness into his mouth. Urgent licks pushed her closer to release.

Tabitha bit her lip to suppress a stunned gasp as the spoon landed on her ass. He struck her twice on each cheek before his mouth parted her folds to nuzzle her. The sting of the spoon faded under the cascading pleasure of his mouth. He nibbled and laved her exposed area. He couldn't reach her deepest ache from this direction. Her clit throbbed and swelled.

Marcus pulled back and delivered two crisp blows to each side of her ass. When he returned his mouth to her, she balanced on the threshold of sensual oblivion.

Marcus dropped the spoon on the counter and flipped her over. The cold countertop soothed the hot marks on her bottom. Marcus spread her legs wide and dove right for her with his mouth. As he sucked her inside, pleasure exploded. He held her knees open as she shook, his mouth gentle against her.

When the storm passed, he assisted her down. "You look so enticing. You should remain naked."

She fixed him with a considering look. "I will if you will."

"Don't think I won't." He stripped his clothing off piece by piece. Tabitha relished each inch of newly exposed flesh.

Tabitha glanced at the wide expanse of glass. "Should we avoid windows?"

Marcus shrugged. "The neighbors aren't close, and there's a wall and a hedge between us. Don't worry." He opened a drawer and removed an apron. "You might want this."

Tabitha caught it as he tossed it to her. "Thanks." She slipped it on, conscious of the odd sensation of wearing an apron with nothing underneath.

Marcus tapped his stomach. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry. If you fix something, I'll reward you later. Deal?"

"Sure." Tabitha pulled chicken from the refrigerator as Marcus left her to find her way around the kitchen. She planned to cook something quick and easy on the stovetop. She located onions, chopped them and tossed them into a sauté pan. Further searching turned up rice and spices. A little saffron and cardamom and she'd have something tasty.

Once everything was in the pan, she tracked down the makings of a salad. That would do, she thought, chicken and rice with salad. Simple, but appetizing.

As she set the table, Marcus reappeared, towels in hand. "I thought you might want one for sitting." He spread one on the chair at the head of the table and the other on the chair to the side.

Tabitha handed Marcus the salad bowl. "This whole nudity thing. I'm not sure if I'd get used to it. Might get chilly."

Marcus stole a carrot slice out of the salad and tossed it in his mouth. "I imagine so. But it can be a fun change of pace."

"Yes." Tabitha brought the chicken and rice to the table and they settled in.

Marcus gazed on the food with appreciation. "This is great. I'm starving."

"I hope you like it. I make it quite often."

Marcus placed one hand on her thigh as he took a bite with the other.

Tabitha's fork stopped in mid-air as heat flooded her. She was glad for the towel underneath her. The last thing she wanted was to stain the upholstery.

Marcus massaged her skin and slid his hand between her thighs.

Tabitha set down her fork. "Marcus!"

He continued eating. "Yes?"

"I can't eat when you do that."

"You can't?" He took another bite of chicken, clearly enjoying it. His fingers searched her intimate recesses.

Tabitha pursed her lips, displaying an amused frown. "No. I'm too distracted."

"Mmm. That
is
unfortunate. This meal is wonderful."

"It's hard to think about eating right now."

Marcus maintained his innocent air while he explored her moistening skin. "Really? I'm having no trouble at all." He ingested another bite.

"What were you working on while I was cooking?"

Marcus speared another piece of chicken. "I made a few phone calls."

"Well, I'm done." Tabitha pushed her plate away.

Marcus laughed. "You seem irritated."

Tabitha knit her brow. "Not irritated. Keyed up? I don't know. Maybe it's anticipation."

Marcus wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. "Don't worry. Let me show you the rest of the house." Marcus stood and held out his hand. "As I'm sure you've guessed, my mother loved to cook. This kitchen was her pride and joy. It was redone shortly before she passed away."

Tabitha squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry, Marcus."

Marcus faltered. "So am I. She was a loving woman and a great mother. I was lucky." He led her through the great room and out the sliding glass doors. The smooth surface of the pool sparkled under the light of the setting sun. "I have many fond memories of this pool. I was a swimmer in high school. We still barbeque here frequently."

Flowering hedges bordered the pool area. Flagstone tiles formed the pool deck, their colors matching the fabric cushions on the chaises. Tabitha marveled at the beauty of the space. "It's lovely."

Marcus pointed to a small building past the pool. "There are showers and changing rooms in there. We can take a swim later or tomorrow."

Tabitha worried her lip. "I didn't bring a suit."

"Don't worry. We can skinny dip."

Tabitha playfully punched him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you."

"Why, yes, I would. There are extra suits in the pool house, if you want them."

He steered her back inside. "Most of the bedrooms are upstairs." They climbed the staircase.

Tabitha motioned down the hallway. "Which one is yours?"

"You mean from when I was younger?"

"Yes."

Marcus pointed. "At the end of the hall, but they've all been redecorated."

Tabitha's face clouded. "That's disappointing. I thought it might give me some insight into you."

Marcus tilted his head. "You need further insight?"

Tabitha smiled. "Always."

"Perhaps I can provide you with some." He led her down the hall, opening a door.

Tabitha entered the room. In the dimness, she recognized the outline of a canopy bed in the center.

"Take off the apron. Get on the bed."

Tabitha complied, dropping the apron on the floor and spreading herself on the bed, limbs outstretched.

Marcus surveyed her body. "Perfect."

Tabitha quivered.

"You look quite enticing like that." His voice conveyed appreciation.

Tabitha flashed an inviting smile. "I'm glad you think so, Sir."

Marcus grinned with anticipation. "I have just the thing to enhance this display."

"Sir?" Tabitha tried to suppress the curiosity in her voice.

Marcus didn't respond to her query. He opened a black leather duffle, one of the bags he'd brought for the weekend. "I have a few items I thought we might have fun with." He drew out a black coil and brought it toward her for inspection.

Tabitha raised herself on her arm. "Rope, Sir?"

"Yes, but special. Velvet covered."

Tabitha reached out and handled the loops. They were soft on the surface. Thick, velvet fabric padded the strong line within.

"Do you want to try it? I've had a vision in my head of you tied to the bedpost. I find it … inspiring." Marcus's voice thickened with arousal.

Tabitha turned her attention back to Marcus. "How inspiring, Sir?"

Marcus touched his stirring erection. "Extremely."

Did she want to be tied to the bedpost? She wasn't afraid. Marcus wouldn't hurt her or take her where she didn't want to go. The rope was strong, and there was a lot of it. She didn't think he planned to fasten only her wrists and ankles.

"Yes. Yes, Sir." Tabitha granted her permission without reservation, without fear.

Marcus motioned her. "Come. Kneel in front of the bedpost."

Tabitha scrambled off the bed and onto the carpet. She kneeled, her back to the bedpost.

"Cross your ankles behind the post. Put your arms behind it."

Tabitha complied, her ass pressed up against the circular post. The smooth polished wood braced her back.

Marcus knelt by her. "Spread your knees."

Tabitha obeyed, opening her legs to expose her glistening femininity.

Marcus measured off a length, fingertip to fingertip. He brought the end of the measured length between her legs and looped it around the post, around each ankle, and the post again. With his fingers, he tested to make sure the binding wasn't too tight. "Comfortable?"

Tabitha tested her bonds. "Yes, Sir."

Marcus tied off the end of the rope and pulled the main coil up between her legs, laying it against the less delicate skin outside her labia. He looped it around her waist, up between her breasts, and over her shoulder, pulling it snug. He encircled the post and lashed her wrists behind her. He guided the rope around and up again between her breasts and over the opposite shoulder. "Still good?"

Tabitha shrugged her shoulders. The snug rope immobilized her, but cushioned by the velvet, it didn't dig in. "Yes, Sir." This bondage didn't compare to the handcuffs they'd used before. It encompassed her whole body, heightening her feeling of submission.

Marcus looped the rope around her, adjusting the placement. He encircled her upper arms, her breasts, and her waist. He moved down her body, creating a crisscrossing design around her hips and thighs. He tied off the rope to the post and left the excess to fall to the carpet.

Marcus stepped back to observe the result. "I want you to see yourself." He moved a freestanding mirror from the corner of the room to a position opposite Tabitha.

The large oval mirror appeared antique and the sight of herself in it awed Tabitha. The dark rope contrasted against her skin. The simple, symmetrical design came up between her legs, around her waist and crisscrossed over her breasts. Even loops decorated her arms and thighs. Thick rings of rope bound her wrists and ankles. She trembled. Her skin flushed as she saw a hint of wetness between her thighs.

"It's quite beautiful, isn't it? You, naked and restrained. The pattern, the symmetry."

Tabitha's lips parted. "Yes … Sir." The bonds held her securely, but she didn't struggle. She'd never envisioned herself like this. Never. She looked ripe, ready, sexy.

Marcus revisited his bag. "I have something that will go well with this situation." He pulled a toy from the duffle bag.

At first, Tabitha assumed it was just a dildo. But Marcus twisted the end and a faint buzzing emanated from the device.

He waved it toward her. "Would you like to feel it?"

"Yes, Sir." Tabitha throbbed between her legs.

Marcus approached her. He stroked the vibrating tip around her breast and then focused on the areola.

In the mirror, Tabitha watched her nipples darken and swell.

Marcus switched to the other breast, lingering on the bottom curve before settling on the nipple. The vibrator drifted down her stomach, tantalizingly close to her inflamed nubbin. He switched direction, leaving a tingling trail as he guided the vibrator over her hip and around to the fullness of her ass. He slid the tip down the crack between her cheeks and down the back of her thigh to her knee. The vibrator then traveled to the front of her thigh and up to the apex.

Marcus held it just out of reach. "I want to put this inside you. Do you want that?"