Make Me Yours (17 page)

“Y-yes,” she stammered. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to see if a little pain stimulates you.” Kneeling, he attached the cuffs on the bar to her ankles leaving her legs spread about eighteen inches apart. “Relax.” Smiling at her, he sat on the edge of the bed and drew her slowly over his lap, adjusting her so her head was down and her ass up. “Comfortable?” he asked as he ran his hand over her rounded buttocks.

Peering up at him through the cascade of her hair, she sputtered, “No!”

Marc smacked her cheek, admonishing, “No, what?”

“No, Sir.”

“Let me see if I can take your mind off your uncomfortable position.” He smacked her again, a little harder, and then ran one finger down her slit, pleased at how wet she was. “I think you rather like this position.” She cried out at the next two smacks, but her pussy was even wetter, telling him all he needed to know. Alternating between slapping her buttocks and fingering her warm, wet sheath, he brought her to a feverish pitch. Her cries were sounds of pain, but the lifting of her ass for each swat was a sign indicating she wanted more of that pain, and the pleasure it was obviously giving her.

Nothing turned Marc on more than the sight of a wriggling, red ass, and Cassie’s was no exception. Her buttocks warmed under his hand, a heat that was matched when he fingered her pussy and felt the warmth of her damp walls closing around him. When she was close, he smacked her ass harder with one hand while simultaneously fingering her cunt, using his thumb to stroke her swollen, needy clit. She screamed as she came, her hips grinding against his thighs, her buttocks jiggling and her pussy spasming around his fingers.

When her cries turned to whimpers and her hips settled once more on his lap, he soothed her buttocks with his palm while stroking her pussy softly. She was so tight he could barely get two fingers inside her, which just inflamed him more. He couldn’t wait to feel her grasping his cock as she did his fingers, feel her heat scorching his dick as she soaked him with her come.

Reaching down, he released the spreader bar and turned her over on his lap, cuddling her shaking body next to him. Her tears of submission and the pleasure/pain she received from it only endeared her more to him.

“Tell me, darlin’,” he asked her when she had calmed down from what he suspected was the best orgasm she had ever had, “have you ever come like that before?”

Cassie turned her face into his shoulder, her body still shuddering with pleasure. “No, Sir. Never.”

“Good girl. For being so honest even though it embarrassed you, I’m going to reward you. Up on the bed now.”

Cassie watched him out of wary eyes as he lifted her right arm and attached her wrist to a cuff before moving to secure her left one. After pulling on her restraints, she gave him a panicked look, but before she could demand to be let go or say her safe word, Marc held her face between his palms and kissed her, using his mouth to soothe her fears. It took only moments for her to relax and fall into kissing him back eagerly and for her body to strain against his in a silent plea for more.

“Better?” he asked when he lifted his mouth from hers.

“Yes, much, Sir.”

Her smile was relaxed and came easy and her eyes were once again clouded with arousal. Damned if she wasn’t turning out to be the perfect submissive for him. Moving as fast as he could, he stripped out of his clothes and laid back down with her, the first feel of her naked body next to his almost making him come. But, before he could indulge himself, he promised her a reward for her honesty. Slowly, he made love to her with his mouth, lips and tongue. Moving down her arched, slender neck, he latched on to a peaked nipple and sucked strongly before doing the same with the other one. When they were both as red as her ass had been and pointing up in stiff peaks, he moved down her waist, dipped into her cute bellybutton and tugged on the tight curls covering her mound.

Shifting, he used his shoulders to widen her legs, slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her pussy for him to feast on. Her gasp had him looking up into her flushed face and dilated eyes, her teeth once again gnawing on her lower lip.

“Darlin’, if you don’t quit abusing your poor lip, I’m going to have to punish you.” He chuckled when he felt her buttocks clench in his hands.

“I’m sorry. It’s just, no one’s ever….”

Marc couldn’t hold back his surprise at her admission. Then a grin of pure delight lit his face. “So, I’ll be the first to go down on you. You don’t know how that pleases me.”

With slow precision, Marc ran his tongue up her slit, dipping slightly between her damp folds for a small taste. Keeping his eyes on hers so he didn’t miss seeing her enjoyment, he licked her again, and again, lapping her up as a kitten would a rich bowl of cream. When her thighs spread further and her hips strained towards his mouth seeking more, he knew she was seconds away from another powerful climax. Moving one hand from beneath her, he spread her puffy lips revealing the pink, wet walls of her vagina and the bright red bud of her clit. Fucking her with his tongue, he felt those walls close around him as her cries echoed in the room followed by breathy pleas.

“Oh, please, Sir, please.”

Latching on to her clit, he sucked strongly, giving her what she needed to go over. Her hips bucked against him as she cried out in stunned pleasure, her cream coating his tongue as she gushed out her release. Without giving her a reprieve, he inserted two fingers while keeping up the suction on her clit, bringing her to another climax almost instantly. When her body was reduced to small tremors, he moved up between her legs, sliding easily into her slick cunt as he settled against her.

“Taste yourself on me,” he demanded as his cock filled her, his body shuddering as she closed like a fist around him.

Cassie reached up, eagerly taking his mouth, her small tongue licking every drop of her essence from his lips, tongue and mouth. Moaning, she expressed her delight, her damp body undulating beneath him in eager acceptance of his body.

“Ah, fuck, darlin’,” he cursed, knowing he couldn’t hold back. “Put your legs around me and hold on tight. You’re in for a hard ride.” He felt her slender, soft thighs wrap around him, but it wasn’t enough. Reaching up, he released her wrists and was thankful her arms went automatically around his shoulders, holding him tightly to her.

Marc thrust into her hard, his cock taking her pussy with ruthless strokes, her breathless moans like music in his ear. Unable to help himself, he fucked her fast and hard, hoping, praying, she was with him. Her hips thrust against his with each stroke as her sheath soaked his dick and her walls clamped around him, signaling her climax.

“Yes, Master Marcus, yes, please,” she gasped frantically as her body bucked under him.

Those words set off his own release, which seemed to shoot up from his balls and explode out of his head with hurricane force, making his body shake with the tempest. Anchoring her head with his palms, he kissed her hard as his climax moved through him, groaning into her mouth as he filled the condom with his seed, uncharacteristically wishing he was filling her body instead.

The Present…

“Marc. Am I welcome or would you rather I left?”

Suppressing memories he thought he had put behind him, he took her arm and steered her out to the lobby.

“What are you doing here?” he asked harshly, his tone every bit as bitter as his emotions.

It had taken every bit of her nerve to come here tonight and face him, Cassie thought, which left her completely nerveless at the moment. He hadn’t changed much in seven years and neither had her feelings for him. He still scared her, and he could still arouse her with a simple look from those enigmatic green eyes. She had never forgotten him, had never forgiven herself for fleeing from him like a naïve virgin, and had never come close to experiencing the pleasure he could give her with someone else. Watching him fuck that other woman along with the other two men had actually excited her, a complete reversal of how she had felt when he had tried to introduce her to ménage so long ago. Her initial response tonight had been jealous shock, but the longer she watched, the more she saw. The men were gentle, their movements coordinated to bring the other woman nothing but pleasure, making Cassie long to be the recipient of such focused attention. She could have had that once, from Marc. But she had been too young, too naïve to see what he was offering her wasn’t a betrayal, but a gift.

“You said I could look you up anytime, it didn’t matter where you were located, that I would always be welcome. Did you mean it?”

Marc cursed then pulled her up the stairs to their loft. At the time he had meant those words. He would have said anything, done anything, to erase the look of betrayal on her face. After she had cut off the limited communication they had indulged in for two years after that last night in the club and the weeks turned into months then years with no word from her, he had resigned himself to having failed at the one relationship that mattered to him. Why now? And exactly what did she want from him? Both questions just fueled his anger at the impossible position she had put him in. Releasing her once they entered the loft, he glared down into her flushed, lightly freckled face, and knew immediately he was in trouble. Dressed in a short blue skirt with a matching bustier, she was even sexier now than she was as a young college girl. The girl had matured into a very desirable woman, and God help him, he found her maturity even more appealing.

“Yes, I meant it. But, for God’s sake, Cassie! That was five fucking years ago. I haven’t heard a word from you since you cut all our ties.”

Cassie knew this would be difficult, but after learning he was still single, she didn’t plan, she just acted. “I’m sorry. I should’ve let you know I was coming, but I didn’t want to give you a chance to talk me out of it.” Swallowing her pride, she looked at him earnestly. “I wanted a chance with you again so much I…” She hesitated in telling him the extremes she had gone to to prepare herself for seeing him again. “I didn’t think about how you might feel about seeing me again.”

Marc had to visibly reign in the anger consuming him; anger at her for once again throwing his life and his emotions into turmoil and anger at himself for wanting her so badly he was willing to forgive her immediately, ready to pick up where they had left off all those years ago. She wanted a chance with him again, did she? He wondered how badly she wanted it, and how much she had actually matured.

Moving towards her, he backed her against the wall, his hands braced on either side of her as he glared down into her wary face. “You want a chance with me again, Cassie?” he asked in a deceptively soft voice. “Show me how much you want that chance, how much you want me.”

When his mouth swooped down and took hers in a hard, wet kiss, Cassie felt like she was home. Sinking into him, she clung to his voracious mouth, her lips molded to his, her mouth opening willingly for the damp exploration of his tongue. Moaning, she leaned into him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed him back. When his hand moved to untie her bustier and bare her breasts, she made no move to stop him. He was moving fast, for which she was thankful. She didn’t want either one of them to have time to think, only to feel.

Marc cursed as he cupped her breasts in his hands, their plump softness counter balanced by the hard, stiff peaks of her nipples, their familiarity just one more enticement he couldn’t resist. Dipping his head, he sucked her right nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue, while pinching the left one tightly. The way her small hands tightened on his shoulders and the way she pushed her breast closer to his mouth was all the encouragement he needed. Reaching under the short skirt, he ripped the thong from her hips and unerringly sought out her pussy. When he encountered bare, damp flesh, he muttered a curse. “What did you do with those pretty red gold curls?” he growled even though he was anything but disappointed.

“I heard men like it when women shaved there,” she whispered, her face turning beet red. “I had it waxed a few days ago.”

Marc explored the swollen, denuded folds before slipping between them with ease. “You heard right, darlin’, but I did like those pretty curls.” Relief at finding her sheath soaking wet made him light headed and heightened his urgency to feel the slick walls hugging his cock again. Releasing himself, he quickly grabbed her buttocks, lifted her and impaled her on his shaft without further delay.

“Oh, God,” Cassie groaned as she felt him fill her with one powerful stroke. “Marc, it’s been so long.”

Marc needed no further encouragement and in truth, couldn’t hold back another second. Thankful that she was with him, he pounded into her, her cunt a warm, wet welcome after a long cold separation. “Put your legs around me,” he panted and was grateful she quickly obeyed. “Hold on tight, Cassie, you’re in for a hard ride.”

Much more than she had ever expected, Cassie met him thrust for thrust, her body convulsing in spasm after spasm of pleasure so quickly she couldn’t tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. The wall was hard against her back, his body was hard against her front and his cock was hard inside her, bringing her the pleasure she remembered and had despaired of ever experiencing again. As she shattered against him, she wept with the relief of discovering being with him was everything she remembered.

Chapter Ten

Marc eased his grip on her ass, hoping she wasn’t going to be sporting bruises there by tomorrow. He was stunned by how fast and how hard he had come, especially given the fact he had just gotten off less than thirty minutes ago. Pulling out of her snug pussy brought reality crashing back, and as she gingerly lowered her legs, he moved back and adjusted his clothes.

“I need a drink,” he muttered, turning away from the look of sated pleasure on her face, a look he had never forgotten. “Want anything?”

Cassie straightened her clothing and followed him into the spacious kitchen. “I’ll have a beer too,” she answered when he pulled one out of the stainless steel refrigerator. “Thank you.” Taking the brew, she took a hefty swallow as she looked around his home. The open look of the den and kitchen appealed to her as did the floor to ceiling windows, hard wood floors and the comfortable looking leather sofas. Pretty paintings depicting different mountain scenes were arranged artfully on one wall and drew her attention.