11. Lainey
ELEVEN
LAINEY
Marcus pushes me against the cabin door the moment we step inside, his hand fisting my hair as his mouth claims mine.
“Fuck, baby you drive me wild,” he growls against my lips. “Wanted to bend you over my knee right there in the fucking bar.”
I moan into the kiss, my hands scrabbling at his shoulders.
“I wouldn’t have stopped you,” I pant when he breaks away to bite at my jaw.
“No?”
“No.”
He makes a rough sound, almost a snarl, and suddenly spins me around.
“Then go to the bedroom and strip,” he commands.
I bite back a moan. “S-strip?”
“Strip, baby,” he repeats as he trails his hand up my jaw. “I want you naked and kneeling in the center of the bed when I get there.”
I practically run to the bedroom as I hurry to obey, shedding my clothes as I go.
Ever since I first met Marcus, he’s always been this towering figure of control. Stern, serious, unshakable. The kind of man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders without ever letting it show. Like there’s this storm inside him, but he’s built walls so high and so thick that nothing could ever break through.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to see him snap—to feel all that pent-up fury, that raw intensity, turned on me. Tonight, those walls are crumbling, and I’m the one standing in the eye of the storm.
It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
My heart is a wild drum beat in my chest as I kneel in the center of the bed and hear Marcus’s heavy footsteps approach.
Then the door creaks open, and he enters, still fully dressed, and slowly circles the bed. I keep my eyes downcast and fight the urge to squirm under his appraising gaze.
Finally, Marcus sits in the leather armchair by the fireplace. He leans back, the picture of calm control. But I can see the bulge straining against his jeans.
His voice is a dark rasp. “Crawl to me.”
I slowly crawl off the bed and make my way across the floor to him, swaying my hips. I feel sexy and powerful, even in this submissive position. When I reach him, I sit back on my heels and look up at him through my lashes.
“Good girl,” Marcus praises, running a hand over my hair.
I press into his touch, craving more. He cups my chin, making me meet his heated gaze.
“I’m going to spank you, baby. Ten swats to this pretty little ass.” He runs a possessive hand over the curve of my hip. “I’ll start gently, but each one will be a little harder. If it gets to be too much, just say ‘red’ and I’ll stop immediately. Understand?”
My body thrums with desire. “Yes, I understand.”
“What’s your color now?” Marcus prompts.
“Green,” I breathe.
I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want this, want him, with every fiber of my being.
“Good. Now stand up and bend over my lap.”
I rise from the floor and drape myself across his muscular thighs, my stomach fluttering wildly as he caresses my bare ass.
The first swat takes me by surprise, a sharp sting that quickly melts into warm pleasure. I gasp and arch into his hand.
“That’s one. Count them for me.” Marcus’s voice is rough with arousal.
“One,” I manage, my brain hazy.
The second spank lands slightly harder and ignites a spark that travels straight to my core.
“Two!” I cry out, my hips writhing against Marcus’s solid thighs.
His free hand presses into the small of my back. “Keep still, baby.”
I try to obey, but it’s almost impossible when the next swat sears across my skin.
“Three,” I gasp.
Marcus rubs the sting away before delivering another sharp slap.
“Four!” My voice is getting higher, breathier, as the pain blurs into intense, throbbing pleasure.
My ass is on fire but I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I’m dripping onto Marcus’s jeans, shamelessly grinding against his thigh, seeking friction. I’m so wet I can feel it on my thighs.
“None of that,” he scolds, pinning my hips with one strong hand.
I whimper in protest. “But I need it!”
“You don’t come until I say you can come.” His hand cracks against my ass again, making me jolt and yelp. “What number was that?”
“F-five,” I stammer. My brain practically shorts out from the overwhelming sensations.
“Halfway there. You’re doing so well, baby.”
His praise washes over me and soothes the deep ache between my legs. I want to be good for him, even as I’m shaking apart with desperate need.
The next five swats come in quick succession, pushing me right to the edge. Tears leak from my eyes as I sob out the numbers.
“Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!”
By the end, my ass feels raw and inflamed, but my body is singing with endorphins. I’m shaking and panting, my arousal so intense it’s almost painful.
“Please,” I beg, my voice ragged. Tears streak down my face. “Please, I need you. I need to come. I can’t stand it.”
Marcus lifts me up and settles me astride his lap, my throbbing core pressed right against the thick ridge of his erection. I moan brokenly and clutch at his shoulders, grinding down on him. The denim creates delicious friction against my swollen flesh.
He grips my hips, guiding my frantic movements.
“That’s it, baby. Use me to make yourself feel good. You’ve earned it.”
I ride him shamelessly, my head thrown back, whimpering with every roll of my hips. The coarse fabric is almost too intense, bordering on pain. But I can’t stop. I’m too far gone.
“Look at you,” Marcus growls, his eyes devouring me. “Desperate and wild, grinding on my cock like the needy girl you are.”
His filthy words make me clench and gush around nothing.
Marcus stands suddenly, lifting me with him. I cling to his shoulders, my legs instinctively locking around his waist. He carries me to the bed and drops me on the mattress, making me bounce. Before I can catch my breath, he’s on me, pinning my wrists above my head.
“Keep these here,” he orders. “Don’t move them.”
“Yes, sir,” I gasp, my heart racing wildly.
He releases my wrists, and I obediently keep them in place as he sits back on his heels to strip off his shirt. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his ripped torso and the tattoos rippling over hard muscle.
He’s back on me in an instant, his body caging mine, his weight deliciously heavy. His mouth claims my neck in biting kisses that make me arch and pant.
“Such a good girl,” he rasps against my throat. “You’re going to take my cock so well, aren’t you? Stretching tight around me while I fuck this greedy little cunt.”
I can only moan, my brain too fogged with lust to form words. He reaches between us to unzip his jeans, shoving them down just enough to free his erection. It springs out, thick and hard, the engorged head already glistening.
I try to press my hips up, desperate to feel him inside me, but he pins me down with one hand. He notches the broad head of his cock against my entrance, barely dipping in before pulling back, teasing me mercilessly. I’m practically sobbing with need.
“Marcus, please!” I beg shamelessly. “I need your cock, I need it so bad. Please fuck me, fill me up, I can’t - ohh!”
My pleas cut off in a choked moan as he thrusts into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful surge. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but so, so good. My walls clamp down around him, fluttering wildly.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his face etched with pleasure. “Squeezing me like a fucking vise. This cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whimper, too far gone to say anything else. I’m impaled on his thick length, stuffed so full I can hardly breathe.
Marcus starts to move, rolling his hips in deep, claiming thrusts that make me see stars. I arch my back, taking him even deeper, my nails digging into my palms where my hands are still pinned above my head.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls, snapping his hips harder, fucking me into the mattress. “Taking my cock like you were born for it. So good for me.”
His filthy praise makes me clench around him, my walls fluttering. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter with every relentless thrust.
“Please,” I keen, my voice breaking. “Please let me come, I need it so bad, I can’t hold it.”
“Not yet,” Marcus pants, his own control slipping. “I’m not done with this pussy yet. You don’t come until I say you can come.”
He hikes my legs higher around his waist and pounds into me, hammering that secret spot that makes me light up from the inside. I’m openly sobbing now, babbling desperate please.
“Please, please, please,” I chant mindlessly, too lost in sensation to say anything else.
“Do it, Lainey. Let go for me.”
His permission slams into me and I detonate, my orgasm crashing through me in blinding waves. I scream his name, my body arching as pleasure turns me inside out.
My cunt clamps down on him like a vise, milking his cock for all I’m worth. Marcus shouts, slamming into me one last time before pulsing deep inside me, flooding me with wet heat.
We shudder through the aftershocks together, clinging to each other and exchanging sloppy kisses as we come down. Marcus gentles his thrusts, rocking into me tenderly as I flutter weakly around him.
Finally, he pulls out and collapses next to me, tugging me into his arms. I cuddle into his strong chest, my mind blissfully empty.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect, baby. You came so well for me,” Marcus murmurs into my hair, his arms banded tight around me.
I hum contentedly, still floating in a hazy cloud of bliss.
“That was so intense,” I manage, my voice hoarse from screaming. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Marcus pulls back slightly to look at me, his eyes soft with awe. “Neither have I. Letting go like that, giving you what you needed, what we both needed... It’s not something I ever thought I could do.”
I press a kiss over his steadily thumping heart. “Thank for letting me see this side of you.”
He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “You make it easy baby. Easier than it’s ever been for me.”
I feel the squish of Marcus’s come as I shift in his arms. It’s an unfamiliar sensation, but I revel in the intimacy and possession of it. Marcus notices my squirming and slides a hand down to cup my sensitive mound.
“You like feeling my come inside you?” he asks. “Marking this sweet little pussy as mine?”
I moan breathlessly and press into his touch. “Yes,” I whisper. “I love it. Love feeling owned by you.”
Marcus groans and pushes two fingers inside me, scooping up some of the slippery evidence of our coupling and pushing it back into my fluttering passage. I gasp and clench around the intrusion, my over-sensitized flesh sparking with pleasure-pain.
“This is where my come belongs,” Marcus growls possessively. “Stuffed deep in your tight little cunt. You’re going to keep it plugged up inside you all night. Let it soak into your womb.”
His filthy words make me shudder and gush around his pumping fingers. It’s so dirty and wrong but it just feels so incredibly right.
“I’ll keep you full of me,” he promises darkly. “This pussy will never be empty again.”
I can only moan and rock my hips into his hand, letting him finger-fuck his own release back inside me. I’ve never felt so deliciously debauched, so utterly claimed.
After thoroughly saturating my channel with his seed, Marcus withdraws his fingers and brings them to my mouth. I part my lips eagerly, my tongue darting out to lap our mingled essence from his skin.
The taste is intoxicating. Salty musk and tangy cream. I suck his fingers clean, my cheeks hollowing lewdly.
His eyes gleam with satisfaction. “My perfect dirty girl.”
I preen under his approval, heat licking through my veins.
I’ve never been a fan of crude dirty talk before, but the way Marcus says those vulgar words, the way he looks at me like I’m the filthiest treasure... It turns me on like nothing else.
Finally releasing his fingers with an obscene pop, I collapse back onto his chest, completely wrung out. Marcus strokes my hair soothingly, coaxing me down from the erotic high.
“Stay here. I’m going to run to the kitchen.”
I make a muzzy sound of protest, clinging to him tighter. I don’t want him to go, don’t want to lose his warmth surrounding me.
Marcus chuckles softly and peels my arms from around his neck. “I’ll just be a minute, baby. I need to take care of my girl.”
My heart flips at the endearment, at the gentle kiss he presses to my forehead before slipping out of bed. I curl up in the warm spot he left behind, utterly content.
Marcus returns a moment later with an ice pack, a cupcake and a glass of water. My heart swells at his thoughtfulness.
He sits on the edge of the bed and hands me the water first. “Drink,” he encourages gently.
I sit up and take small sips, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat. Marcus watches me intently, making sure I drain the glass. When I finish, he takes it from me and sets it aside.
“Lay on your stomach, sweetheart,” he instructs.
I stretch out on the bed. The movement makes me wince as my well-spanked ass makes contact with the sheets. Marcus notices and frowns in concern.
“Too much?” he asks, his brow furrowed.
“No, I’m okay,” I assure him. “Just a little sore. But a good sore.”
His expression softens. “I’m going to put some ice on it to help with the sting.”
I shiver slightly as he rests the cold pack on my heated flesh, but it quickly starts to numb the burning sensation. I sigh in relief and relax into the mattress.
Marcus sits beside me, stroking my hair back from my face with his free hand.
“You took your punishment so well. I’m proud of you.”
I practically purr at his praise, arching into his touch like a cat. “I wanted to be good for you,” I murmur.
“You were,” he assures me. “So very good.”
I flush with pleasure, my heart feeling like it might burst.
After a few minutes, Marcus removes the ice pack. “How’s that feel now?”
“Much better,” I tell him. “Thank you.”
He leans down to press a kiss to the small of my back, making me shiver. “Anything for my good girl.”
Sitting up, he retrieves the decadent-looking chocolate cupcake from the nightstand.
“I think you deserve a reward for being so well-behaved. Open up.”
I push myself up on my elbows and open my mouth obediently. Marcus peels the wrapper off the cupcake and holds it to my lips, letting me take a big bite. I moan at the rich flavor, my eyes fluttering closed in bliss.
“Good?” Marcus asks, sounding amused.
I mumble around my mouthful. “Divine.”
He feeds me the rest of the cupcake in small bites, his fingers brushing my lips, making me lick and suck the chocolate frosting from his skin. It’s an oddly sensual experience, the way he’s caring for me, indulging me.
When I finish the last bite, Marcus wipes a smear of frosting from the corner of my mouth and brings it to his own lips, sucking it clean. The intimate gesture makes my breath hitch.
“Delicious,” Marcus murmurs, his amber eyes glowing with satisfaction. “But not as sweet as you, baby.”
I blush under his heated gaze, my heart fluttering.
I still can’t quite believe this is real, that I’m here in Marcus’s bed, that he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I reach for him, tugging him down into a deep, thorough kiss.
Marcus groans into my mouth. His arms come around me and he holds me close as he takes control of the kiss. His tongue delves deep, claiming me, stoking the embers of my desire back to a low burn. And it isn’t long before I fall into a deep, contented sleep.