Red, White and Sensual (15 page)

M – I don’t have 2 tell u
every time I have dinner with my fiancé.

Ouch. Tears well in my eyes and I struggle to breathe.

I have nothing to say. If this isn’t his way of saying it’s over, I don’t know what is. I stand, unable to think let alone work. I need some fresh air, I honestly can’t deal with this horrid mind games that Marcus is playing. If he doesn’t want to do this, he should just say so. Maybe I shouldn’t be waiting for him. I knew this would end badly, so it’s up to me to end it now before I gets any worse. Marcus has made his point, it’s time for me to make mine. I pick up the phone and respond.

S -
I’m outside. I need space. I think what we’re doing here is dangerous. I think we should end it. If u need me. I’ll be on the grounds.

Then I drop the p
hone on the bench and walk out.

CHAPTER
15

The gardens are beautiful, green and relaxing. Occasionally I pass someone, but more often than not, I’m on my own. I breathe in the fresh air and try to calm my pounding heart. I wonder if my phone is ringing constantly on my desk, or maybe Marcus just doesn’t care and is sighing with relief right now. Who knows, either way I think I’ve made the right choice. I have…haven’t I? Why does my chest feel so heavy? Why is my heart aching? God, what have I gotten myself
into?

“Miss Walters?”

I spin around to see two guards walking up behind me. Christ, I hadn’t even heard them coming.

“Um yes?”

“Mr. Harrison requests you come back immediately, he’s searching for you.”

Sigh.

“Of course, sorry, I was just walking…”

They don’t let me finish, they just grip my arm and lead me back inside. Huffing, I snatch my arm from the guard holding it and give him a dirty glare before storming down the halls to my office. When I get in, Marcus is pacing the room. He looks over at me, his eyes burning with anger and…is that pain? He storms over, barks at the
guards to get out and then grips my shoulders and slams me against the nearby wall.

“What was that about?” he growls.

“We should end this Marcus,” I say, looking at his chest instead of his eyes.

“No
. You said you would give me the time you were here.”

I snap my head up and glare at him. “You weren’t being a jerk then and flaunting your fiancé around in my face. Don’t do that to me Marcus, it’s not fair. Let me walk away, don’t put me through this…”

“No,” he murmurs, searching my face with that deep, brown gaze.

“Marcus, please…”

“I’m going to dinner with her to discuss our future, I…”

I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to marry her, Sierra, and I don’t know how to stop it. I was going to talk to her, see what we could work out, see if I can get her to back off easily…”

“What?” I gasp.

He strokes my cheek. “I was being a jerk because…what I feel for you so soon…it’s scaring the life out of me.”

“What does this mean?” I whisper.

“It means I’m trying to find a way to be with you, but I can’t promise…”

That’s enough for me, I grip his face and pull his lips down to mine,
kissing him so hard and fast he’s taken a back for a moment. He groans after a moment and responds, kissing me with such deep intensity my legs go weak. He wraps his arm around my waist and holds me up as I sag against him. When he finally tears his mouth from mine, I’m panting.

“Don’t run from me again,”
he whispers. “I don’t like it when you run and I don’t want to have to punish you.”

Then he lets me go and steps back, his eyes burning with lust and desire.

“Was that a threat?” I say, licking my bottom lip.

“It most certainly was, and if you don’t stop licking that lip, I’m going to make you wrap them around my cock.”

My heart hammers and my gaze drops to his pants, where a clearly hard bulge is showing. I bite my lip and peer back up at him. I’ve wanted to taste Marcus since the moment I met him and now is the perfect time. I drop to my knees and I hear him suck a breath through his teeth as I grip his pants and pull him forward. He doesn’t protest and when I look up, he’s looking down at me with eyes so full of desire it makes me break out in goosebumps.

When I unzip him and reach for that beautiful cock, he groans and leans against the wall. I release him and stare at the hard, thick length in front of me. God, he’s perfect everywhere. I snake my tongue out and lick him around his head, sliding my tongue around and then pulling back. He groans deeply and
thrusts his hips forward. I do it again, this time I take just a little of him into my mouth, wetting his head with my saliva before pulling back again.

“Come on baby, don’t play.”

“It’s not nice to be played with, is it, sir?” I murmur.

“Do you want me to spank you?” he grates out as I slip his head into my mouth and gently massage it with my tongue.

“Yes, sir,” I say when I release him.

“Fuck.”

When I finally lower my head and take the entire length of him into my mouth, he growls so fiercely it has my loins clenching with need. I bob my head up and down, working his length with my mouth and relishing in the sounds of his guttural groans as he tangles his fingers through my hair and tugs me further down onto his length. I suck and lick, teasing and taunting, enjoying the soft, silky skin beneath my tongue. When I feel him swell in my mouth, I know he’s about to find his release.

“Going to come, fuck…”

He explodes and I feel his hot warmth shoot down the back of my throat. I take all of him and continue to work him until his groans stop and his body relaxes. Then I pull back and peer up at him, he’s looking down at me with a content expression.

“Now,” he murmurs, lifting me up. “How are we going to play out this spanking?”

~*~*~*~

I escaped
the spanking, we were interrupted and I was kind of grateful. I haven’t been spanked since…Ben…and he was always so harsh. He always hit too hard or too much. I trust Marcus, I just don’t know how my body will react to his hand coming down over my ass. Will I be turned on, or will I hate it? Either way, I guess I’ll find out later.

I walk into my office as Marcus chats to the man that’s come into the room. I hear them going over some massive issue, that I have no idea about. I don’t want to know either, those things are way over my head. I open my computer and glance at the screen.
Another email from Ben. Has Marcus seen this? It bothers me a little that he can see everything I do, mind you he is the Speaker of the house. I do understand. To a point.

To - Sierra Walters

From - Benjamin Ford

Subject - Urgent

Call me Sierra, I have something you might want to see.

Ben.

I stare at the screen for a long moment, something I might want to see? What is he talking about? Why would Ben have something I would want to see? I don’t understand. I close my eyes and shake my head, I’m not going to call him. I’m not. Ben is dangerous and I know it. I can’t believe anything he says. Apology or not, Ben and I don’t need to be involved. I quickly delete the email and try to push it from my mind, but part of me is so dammed curious as to what he might have been talking about. What could Ben have that I would want to see?

“
Sierra?”

I look up and Marcus is standing at my door.

“Yeah?”

“Change of plans tonight, we have a massive charity function to attend. Chayne will be coming with me, but I want you to come along too. It will be good for you to see how these things go down.”

“Sure,” I say, not sure I really get a choice.

“We’ll leave at seven, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Are you ok?”

I force a smile. If Marcus has seen that email, he’s not letting on. Which tells me he either wants me to come to him with it, or he doesn’t want me to know he knows. Either way, it sends my stomach into a mass of knots.

“I’m fine,” I murmur, staring at him. “Thanks.”

He smiles and walks in further, he doesn’t seem mad, maybe he can only see emails I reply to? That would make more sense. When he closes and locks my door behind him, my heart hammers.

“Now, you didn’t think you were getting away with that spanking, did you?”

My cheeks heat and I shake my head, unable to think of anything else in this moment. When he’s looking at me like that…

“No, sir.”

“How do you want it baby? Over my knee or over the desk?”

I swallow, feeling so nervous my stomach coils tightly.
“Your knee, sir.”

He grins and it makes him look so god dammed powerful, he strides over and I scoot off my chair, letting him sit down. Feeling a little sick, I look around the room for some sort of escape. I’m not so sure about this now. I once loved being spanked but now…

“Panties off.”

“No,” I whisper.

His eyes widen. “Sierra, panties off.”

“I don’t…I don’t want you to hit my skin there…I don’t think…I don’t think I can take it.”

His gaze searches my face. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” I whisper.

“Then take them off.”

Closing my eyes, I slip my panties off. Marcus’ gaze becomes so heated I have to look away. He rolls the chair back and pats his lap. With a wobble, I stumble over. When I reach his knees, he gently lays me down over his legs. One hand gently tangles in my hair while the other slides up my thighs. My breathing becomes ragged and my heart pounds. I don’t know if I can do this.

“Safe word is purple, you know I’ll stop if you say that.”

His voice is gentle, kind, soothing.

“We’ll only do five, because you asked for this spanking.”

I swallow, why did I say yes to this? I must have been mad, I knew if I said I wanted to be spanked, even as a lustful comment, he would do it. His hand slides up my thigh, raising my skirt until my bottom is exposed. He gently runs his fingers over the fading scars, and I shiver as my body comes alive, even though I didn’t think it would.

“You’re wet, Sierra, I can see it.”

Flushing I drop my head, feeling some blood rush angrily to my cheeks. Marcus kneads my bottom, and I can feel how heavily he’s breathing. He raises his hand, and a moment later the sting of his slap burns my skin. Feeling relief that I didn’t freak out, I let my body go, I let myself trust him. He’s not Ben. He won’t hurt you.
When the second blow comes, I’m surprised that I make a squeaking sound. Marcus slips his hand from my backside and drags his fingers down until he finds my aching sex.

When he slides a finger inside, I groan and wiggle, unable to help the pleasure that shoots through me. Marcus growls and thrusts his finger in and out a little, bringing me to the edge before slipping it out and spanking me two more times. By the fourth time I’m groaning and crying out for him. He murmurs some erotic words to me, and then slips two fingers inside me. I come so hard after three thrusts, it’s almost embarrassing. Marcus growls, jerks his fingers from my sex and then slaps me once more before lifting me and positioning me over the desk.

“You’re so fucking hot, Sierra, god, you do love this don’t you?”

“Yes
, sir,” I breathe.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

I hear him shuffle and hear the zipper of his pants being ripped open, then I feel him at my entrance. He leans over and puts his hands either side of mine on the desk. His hard body curls over my back and I come alive beneath him. He leans down and nibbles on my ear, whispering dirty words to me before sliding his cock deep, deep inside. In one hard thrust, he’s where he needs to be. He growls, slides back out and slams into me again. I whimper and let my head drop to the desk. Marcus uses one hand to grip my hip so he can drive his thrusts.

“Marcus,” I whimper. “Spank me again.”

He curses, then raises my skirt and continues with his mind blowing thrusts. He brings me to the edge, my body coiled tightly around his, and then he brings his hand down onto my backside. I scream as my orgasm shoots through me with such force my head slams down onto the desk and my hand slaps the wood over and over. Marcus grunts and hisses my name as his own release shoots into me, I can feel him pulsing deep and hard inside me. Oh god, could it get any better than this?

When I finally stop beating the desk with my fists, Marcus pulls out of me and brings me up with him as he stands. He wraps his arms around me, and my back presses firmly to his chest. He leans down and whispers, “And that is what I like to call dominant sex.”

“I…I never…even with him it wasn’t…”

He chuckles. “Don’t speak love, just rest.”

He lets me go, reaches down for my panties and then thrusts them at me with a grin. I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face as I stare over at him. When we’re both dressed and ready for work once more, he steps forward and leans down, brushing a soft, gentle kiss across my lips.