Marcus: A Black Lily Club Story (7 page)

Chapter 9

The sunlight, streaming though the windows, awakens me from my perfect dream. My body sore, in the most pleasing of ways. The bed is empty where Marcus had been when I drifted off. The hand penned note on the stand, the only visual reminder of his visit.

With a light heart, I shower and head to the shop for the morning rush. The birds seem louder, the air clearer, than ever before. I’m a walking cliché, basking in the loving after glow of Marcus.

The shop is only a short walk from my home. Putting the key in the door, I start the morning checklist. Lotions are going to need to be made to restock this week. The dried herbs need refilled; I can take those out of storage at home. There are a few notes left for schedule changes on my desk and a few personalized orders I need to fill.

I check the cash box and turn on the store lights at nine, unlocking the door to await the string of customers.

The dinging bell over the door draws my attention to a cute little old lady, bent over walking with a cane. She smiles up at me.

“Would you have anything for arthritis in here my dear?” She rubs her fingers together. The knobby joints swollen.

“Yeah there are some teas over hear that might help you.” I take her hand leading her over to the far counter.

I pick out three different flavors. “This is stinging nettle tea, it can help with pain and ease inflammation in the joints. Usual dose is three cups a day.” I hand her the packet of tea.

“What are the others?” She puts the tea in her purse.

“These are Devil’s Claw and this one is Ginger Root. Why don’t you take samples of all three of them home? You can come back if one of them helps.” I put the rest of the teas in her hand.

She pats my arm, smiling. “You are such a nice girl.”

The door dings again and two men walk in, behind them a few more women. The women heads over to the beauty creams and lotions. The men just wonder about. That prickling sensation from the other night creeps up my spine, raising the hairs on my neck. I look around, but no one is watching me. I help the little old lady walk to the door, holding it open for her.

The woman are talking and sniffing the different lotions. I head over to see what kinds they want this week. I stroll past one of them men and he bumps into me.

“Excuse me.” I turn towards him.

“Oh, yes, excuse me miss.” He has a cruel smile. His beady eyes rake over my body, sending shivers skirting up my spine.

I back away from him, going over to help the woman. The shift girl should be here soon. I occupy myself with the woman chatting about the different uses for each lotion and tonic.

That prickling sensation won’t go away, glancing up, Mr. Beady Eyes is still staring at me. He isn’t even trying to not be obvious. The man with him taps him and the shoulder and nods. They both leave the shop and the breath I didn’t realize I was holding rushes out. That was creepy.

The shop girl comes in around noon; she’s on a work-study program from school. I leave her to run the front of the shop and go back into the office to fill the Internet orders and make a list of supplies for the personal orders.

We close the shop at five, the sun still shining on the treetops outside. I lock the door behind me, taking my lists and walking towards home. There aren’t many people out now, most have already headed inside for dinner this evening or out on the highway fighting rush hour traffic to get home. I don’t even own a car; my shop is within walking distance to home, even in the winter.

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my stomach flutters with nervousness. The alley to my house shadowed in darkness. It’s never bothered me before walking home this way; those men must have really messed with my senses tonight. My footsteps echo off the buildings, ringing an alarming warning in my system, quickening my pace. A screeching cat leaps from behind the dumpster, squealing I leap against the building. I take a deep breath and assess my surroundings. I’m alone.

I continue my short walk home, breathing deep, trying to calm my nerves. The front light to my house in on, highlighting a box on the porch. I skip up the steps; it’s a flower box. I pick it up and quickly get inside the house. There can only be one person to send me flowers.

I lock the front door and put the box on the table. I open the red wine bottle to let it breath and tear the pretty red bow from the box. The most beautiful Madagascar Jasmine blooms I’ve ever seen in the box. I search for a card, expecting the familiar handwriting of Marcus. The card bears no signature, just and unknown scribble saying,
See you soon.

I toss the box into the trash and check to make sure the windows and doors are locked. This is crazy I’ve never in my life had anything like this happen. Why now? I wonder to myself if it has anything to do with Marcus or his club.

The only thing strange that has happened in our little town is the unexplained animal attack across town. They found some homeless junky with his throat ripped out. Maybe it wasn’t an animal; maybe it’s a serial killer. I’m not a homeless junky though, so why would I be targeted. I grab the wine bottle off the counter and one glass, heading to the bathroom. I’m sinking into the hot bubbles and not worrying about this right now. It was just a creepy guy; I’m not stalker bait.

Chapter 10

I hover outside her window, just watching her lithe body, swaying to the music in her room. Her auburn hair swirls in seductive waves, as she twirls. Her robe half open reveals the gentle curves of her body. My cock hardens at the site of her pert dusky nipples. Her olive skin glistening in the moonlight.

I land softly on her porch, wrapping my knuckles against the font door. Jasmine swing the door open, her eyes shine with desire.

“Marcus.” She motions me insides, her heart fluttering.

“How was work today?” I pull her into my lap on the couch.

“It was okay. I missed you.” She nuzzles her lips into my neck.

I run my fingers along her thigh, resting it on the curve of her hip. “Jasmine, my love, we need to talk a little more.”

She sighs, her hot breath whooshing over my skin. “I know, I’ve been doing some more research so I can have a better idea of what I don’t like.”

“Well then why don’t you tell me what you want out of submission?” I stroke the soft swell of her belly, trailing my hand up to thumb her nipple.

“Marcus, I can’t think with you doing that.” She pushes my hand down to rest on her thigh and smiles. “Okay, now I definitely do not like the cages, I don’t like to feel abandoned and like property.”

“I know Jasmine, I’m sorry about that. I knew how much the cages scared you.”

“Marcus, it’s all right we are past that now. I don’t like the leash around my neck, it was so cold and detached from you.” Her voice cracks as tears form in her eyes.

“My love, don’t cry. I never meant to hurt you.” I pull her head into my shoulder, stroking my hands along her spine.

“The single tail whip, the sound it makes scares me.” She shudders in my arms.

“What about anal or other people?”

She stiffens in my lap, her heart rate ratchets up another notch. “I’ve never done anal, so I don’t know about that.”

“What about other people Jasmine?” I can’t keep the smile out of my voice.

She looks up at me, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “ You know about Sam?”

“Yes, I know about Sam, did you enjoy it?”

Her face flames a deep red and she bites her bottom lip. “ I did.” She diverts her gaze from my face.

I grasp her chin tilting her face to look at me again. “Don’t be embarrassed with me Jasmine, not about anything.” I lean in licking the seam of her lips, swallowing the moan that escapes her mouth.

She wraps her legs around my waist, twisting her fingers into my hair. She thrusts her tongue in my mouth, the heat of her sex scorching my cock.

I trail my hands down her back, sliding them under her robe to cup her ass. She groans against my mouth, licking her way across my jaw to nip at my neck.

The scent of her arousal encompasses me, enveloping me in the intoxicating aroma of Jasmine. Her wetness seeping into my jeans. I push her down on the couch, hovering over her body. I trail my fingers lightly across her swollen sex, spreading the wetness around, bringing the glistening digit to my lips, savoring her juices.

Her lust filled gaze watching my every move, leaning down I lick her slit. Her body jerks against my mouth. I wrap my arms around her hips pinning her in place. I nibble my way down her slit, raising her hips up, I tongue her puckered virgin hole. Her moan strokes my soul.

“Mmmmm.” She thrusts her hips hard against my tongue.

“Do you like that luv?”

“Yes,” she breathes out on a ragged groan.

Her pussy is leaking her juices out, coating her thighs, running down her crack. I coat my finger in her wetness, sliding it into her ass. I suck her clit into my mouth, biting down on it. She is riding my finger, thrusting herself up and down. I push a second finger into her, feeling her muscles relax and open.

“Marcus, please,” she groans.

I remove my fingers from her ass and free my raging hard on. I ram my cock into her dripping pussy. I slam into her again and again, using her hips to hold her to me. Her body draws tight. Her slick hot channel pulses around my cock, sucking my orgasm from me. I slam myself deep in her pussy, groaning out my own pleasure.

I kiss her cheek, pulling her back into my lap. The sexual after glow on her skin, radiates like moonbeams through a darkened night sky. Her breathing in short shallow gasps, her hair dampened with sweat. She is never more beautiful.

Jasmine gets a serious expression on her face. “Marcus, have you been reading the paper? They found some homeless guy attacked by an animal across town.”

My heart skips a beat in my chest, shit I forgot to dispose of him. “Uh, no I hadn’t heard. What’s the matter?”

“Well the paper said they thought maybe it was a serial killer or something.” She wraps her arms around my neck, burying her head.

“What happened today that you are worrying about serial killer?” I stroke her back, her body shaking in my lap.

“There was a couple creepy guys at the shop today and when I got home there were flowers on the porch, I assumed from you.” She shivers and takes a deep breath. “The card said 'see you soon', that was it.”

“Jasmine, you will be okay, I won’t let anything happen to you. Why don’t you come stay with me tonight?”

“I would like that.” She kisses me and gets up.

“I will call the driver, you go pack.” I swat her ass sending her skipping to her room.

Chapter 11

It’s dark outside when I awake, alone in Marcus’s room. The shades drawn, the clock on the end table read eight o’clock. I get up and slide into jeans and a tank top, taking the elevator down to the club level. I’ve not been down here since I ran out.

The ominous ding of the doors opening, sets my nerves on edge. The music isn’t on yet, the bar looks innocently inviting. Spying Marcus at the bar with Sam and Thomas, I head that way.

Marcus turns to me as I approach them, his eyes flash a glowing amber, before it’s gone. I shake my head, clearing the fog from it. I must still be half asleep; people’s eyes don’t glow. The warm smile that graces his handsome face beckons me to him. I lean into him, kissing him. His arms slide around my waist pulling me against the hard planes of his body.

“Did you sleep well my luv?” Marcus pulls me into his lap.

“I did. Are you guys setting up to open the club tonight?” I settle onto his lap wrapping my arms around his neck.

“We are, we were also discussing your scare about the serial killer in town.”

Marcus eyes Sam and Thomas, they both have unreadable expressions on their faces. Thomas starts wiping down the bar top again and Sam downs her shot.

“Do you guys know something I don’t?” I look back and forth between those two.

Sam chokes on her drink, wiping the dribble from her chin. “No Jas, we haven’t figured out anything yet. Marcus was telling us about the strange flowers you got.”

“I didn’t expect them to be from anyone, but Marcus. It was definitely stalker type material. I just haven’t figured out why I would be a target.” I lay my head on Marcus’s shoulder.

They all exchange that knowing glance again. I feel like I’m the only one missing part of the story here. I swear Sam’s eyes just flashed, maybe it’s a play on the lighting in here or I’m not awake enough yet. I slide off Marcus’s lap, turning to kiss him.

“I think I am still tired. I’m going back up to the room, are you coming?” I slide my body against his purring in his ear.

He grabs my waist pulling me hard against him. “I will be up in ten minutes, hope you aren’t that tired.”

My body heats at the suggestion, I exaggerate the sway of my hips as I stroll to the elevator. His laughter floating around me cloaking me in warmth and love.

Back in the room, I strip out of my clothes, and lay in the middle of the bed. I relax into the quiet of the room, letting the worries of stalkers flee from my brain. The duvet on the bed, a soft brushed velvet, tickles against my skin. I trail my hands along my body, the nerves ultra sensitive to my touch. My skin breaks out in goose bumps and my nipples harden. I slide my hand between my legs, my slit dripping with my arousal. I cup my hand over myself, pushing the palm of my hand onto my clit, trying to easy the ache.

“What are you doing?”

Marcus’s stern voice jolts me from my lust filled haze. I jerk my hand from my self, laying it beside me on the bed.

“I, uh, um.” I open my eyes, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Are you too eager to wait for me?’ He lifts my hand, sucking my fingers into his mouth.

The lust in my body blazes from my fingertips to my clit, making it throb in want. I stifle the moan threatening to break free.

“Jasmine, don’t hide from me, I want to hear you.” Marcus leans down and nips my ear lobe.

“Mmmm.” The ragged groan slips past my lips.

“I want to take you back down to the club tonight.” He flicks his tongue along my neck.

“Are you sure?” I shudder under his attention.

“Yes luv, but I just want you to watch. We won’t play tonight. I want you to get more comfortable in that setting.” Marcus nips his way across my jaw, licking at the seam of my lips.

I obediently open granting him access. He thrusts his tongue inside, consuming me. His hands trail up my sides, to rest under the curve of my breast. The air in my lungs freezes, waiting for his next move. He ends the kiss, rising from the bed. My breath hisses out in disappointment.

“Come on luv, let’s get you ready.” He pulls me to stand beside the bed. “Stay right here.”

Marcus walks over the closet, pulling out an array of items. Some I recognize, some I have no idea what they are for. My heart palpitates in my chest, with anticipation. He tosses a handful of items on he bed. He slants his mouth across mine, winding his fingers in my hair. My nipples pucker into tight buds and my slit drips, responding to his touch.

His thumbs rub across my already sensitive nipples, something cold and hard slides over the end of one. The ensuing pinch, dragging a gasp from my mouth. The sensation of constant pressure trails fire though my body. He tugs at the clamp he place, I sway towards him, my eyes flutter closed. He slides a clamp around my other nipple. My body shudders with desire.

“Do you like that luv?”

“Yes Sir.” My body blazes with arousal. My voice takes on a husky lilt.

Marcus runs his fingers through the wetness at my core, a pleased expression on his face. He turns me around leaning me on the bed, face down, ass up. The cool lube against my heated ass sends a shiver slithering up my spine. He pushes his finger into my ass, working it in and out past the tight ring of muscles.

“Relax luv. Deep breath.”

I take a deep breath, as the hard plastic tip of something presses against my ass. The broad enters me and my nerves fire off a rapid succession of lust through my body. I’m stuffed full, the plastic toy fully seated in my ass. Marcus stands me back up, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. He holds a black box in front of my face, clicking a button. The vibrations rush though my body from my ass to my clit, my muscles pulse around the toy. My legs go weak; I tremble and tumble back onto the bed.

“Oh my God, Marcus.”

His laughter swirls through the room. “Do you like that?”

“Marcus that is cheating.” I attempt to gain control of my legs to stand up.

He kisses me hard on the mouth, clicking the vibrations off in my ass. “Lets go to the club.” He grabs my hand and leads me to the elevator, holding me close to him the entire ride down.

The music is thumping now and the room is packed with people. We go over to one of the booths and he pulls me to sit on his lap, toying with the nipple clamps.

Sam comes and sits with us, her gaze focused on the golden bells dangling from my nipples. She licks her lips and her blue eyes darken with lust.

“Aren’t they pretty Sam?” Marcus flicks the bells.

“Very nice Marcus, she looks lovely all dressed up.”

He slides me off of his lap onto the booth beside him. “I’m going to go get some drinks, I will be back in a little while.” He winks at Sam. “You girls have fun.”

“Oh we definitely will.” Sam winks at him, reaching across and tugging the clamp.

Sam gets up and sits in the booth next to me. Her dark gaze fixated on my tits. She pushes me back against the wall, her tongue flicking out to lave my hardened nipples. My fingers twine through her hair, pulling her hard against me.

“Sam,” I hiss through pursed lips.

Her hands slip down my sides, resting at the juncture of my thighs. She pushes my legs as far apart at the seat allows. Her fingers trail through my wetness, coming to rest of the base of the plug in my ass.

“What do we have hear?” She taps the plug, sending ripples of need through me.

“Uh, Marcus thought it would be fun.” As I finish the sentence the vibrations kick on. I cling to Sam’s arm, to ground the waves coursing want through my ass.

“Oh isn’t that interesting.” She dips her fingers into my core, rubbing up against my g-spot.

“Oh God, Sam.” My nails bite into her arms.

Marcus returns with the drinks, an evil grin on his face. The vibrations cease. Sam removes her fingers from me and takes her seat on the other side of the booth.

Marcus slides in beside me, handing me a glass of wine. “You look like you could use a drink luv.”

A drink, hell I could use a vat of ice water right now. I’m never going to make it through the night with these two. I take the glass and gulp the wine down, in an attempt to quench the ache.

“We should take her over to the stage to watch the performance tonight.” Sam’s devilish grin, doing nothing to quell the ache I have now.

“That’s a lovely idea Sam.” Marcus takes my hand and pulls me out of the booth. My body molds to his as he brings his lips to mine.

He leads me over to a stage at the edge of the dance floor. He sits in the front row, settling me across his lap. He faces me sideways with my legs dangling over one side of his lap he turns my chin to look at the stage. Sam sits in the chair behind me.

There is one woman on the stage, tied to a bed. The spotlight on her shadows the rest of the area. Her breasts rising and falling with each gasping breath. The pale skin of her thighs lined with thin red welts. A man stalks form the corner of the shadows, whooshing a cane back and forth. The woman’s breath hisses out of her mouth as he connects the cane across her legs. Her slit glistens in the lights.

My arousal leaks onto Marcus’s lap. His hard cock pressing into my ass. I squirm on him trying to ease my aching clit. Marcus leans forward running his tongue over my shoulder, just as the vibrations in my ass start again.

“Ooh.” My head falls back and my eyes fluttered closed.

“Watch the show luv.” Marcus raises my head back up turning me towards the stage.

I watch through half lidded eyes, unable to concentrate on the show. My clit pulsating with every wave of vibration that passes through my ass.

The vibrations stop and I take a deep breath, trying to relax. The woman on the stage is pleading with the man, as he thrusts his fingers into her pussy. Her juices run down her thighs. The man smacks her swollen pussy and she comes quaking and screaming. He continues to rub her clit, sending her careening into another ear piercing orgasm.

“Do you think you would like to do that?” Marcus nips my shoulder drawing my attention back to him.

“If it would please you, I will try.”

“Come on girls, I think it’s time to head back upstairs.” He picks me up and motions for Sam to follow.

Marcus holds me all the way up to the room. I’m having a hard to focusing, my mind racing a mile a minute. Girls, he said, Sam is coming up with us. I’ve no idea what to expect to happen. Am I ready for something like this? I’ve been with Sam and Marcus separately but I’ve never done anything like this.

Marcus lays me in the center of the bed and Sam climbs in on my right, She curls her body up against mine. The cool leather of her outfit brushing against my skin. The bed dips as Marcus climbs in on my left.

“Are you okay luv?” He strokes his hand along my thigh.

“I think so, I’ve never, um, this is new.” I shudder as Sam’s tongue flicks across my nipple.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Sam turns my head to look at her. I see the loneliness swimming in her clear blue eyes.

“It’s okay, I uh, I don’t mind.” My body breaks out in goose bumps, as Marcus turns the vibrations on in my ass again.

Marcus pulls the satin blindfold out of the nightstand. “Tonight, I just want you to feel.” He wraps the fabric around my eyes.

I sink into the darkness, every other sense heightened. The sweet smell of Sam’s perfume tickles my nose. The warm lick of a tongue on my left ear. A gentle brush of a hand on my clit. My hips jerk up seeking more contact. The soft chuckle that pours from Marcus.

“Roll over luv and spread your legs.” His voice full of demand.

I abide his command, lying on my stomach with my legs spread. A hand blazes a trail of want down my back, tapping on the vibrating plug. Two fingers dip into my dripping core.

“Oh God.” My legs tremble and my belly flutters.

A tug on my hair raises my head from the bed, legs come around my shoulders. Marcus inches his cock into my slick channel. It stuffs me full with the vibrating plug still in my ass. The nerves in my ass and pussy fire off in tandem driving me to the edge.

“Not yet luv.” Marcus pulls out of my channel and slides back in.

Marcus pushes my head forward, the scent of Sam’s arousal filling my nose. Her wetness coats my lips, sticking out my tongue I lap at her core. Her legs shake by my head, hands twine in my hair pulling me harder against her. Marcus pumps in and out of my pussy. The vibrating plug set on a pulsate rhythm sending waves of sensation through my ass.

“No coming luv, not until Sam get’s there first,” Marcus whispers behind me.

I’m right on the edge, ready to barrel into bliss. I suck her clit into my mouth, biting the hardened nub. Her breath comes out in pants, tickling the hair on my face. Her legs squeeze my shoulder, as her body tightens towards her release. She yanks hard on my hair grinding into me, as her wetness coats my face. A moan breaks from her throat as her legs quake with ecstasy.

“Good girl. Come for me Jasmine.” Marcus jabs his cock hard into my dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck.” My body drops over the edge of the cliff.