Chapter 6
M ark’s penthouse was no less impressive the second time Jenna walked into the foyer straight from the elevator, but she didn’t have much time to appreciate its grandeur before its owner pushed her up against the wall, pinned both of her wrists above her head with one of his hands, and used his free hand to fondle her breasts through her thin shirt as he kissed her hard .
Jenna moaned into his mouth, arching her back against the wall to push herself further into him. His hand roamed over each cloth-covered nipple, then down across her stomach before brushing the waistband of her jeans. Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth to her ear.
“I’ve been waiting to hear from you for a week. Do you know what happens to naughty girls who keep me in suspense and then suddenly ask to be fucked like little sluts?”
Jenna panted, still breathless from the kiss. “Are you going to spank me again?” she asked, unable to keep the annoyance—or the unwilling arousal—fully out of her tone.
She had asked for a normal fucking, and now he was going to do weird shit again? It didn’t matter that her pussy was already clenching, this wasn’t part of the deal.
“Not this time,” he said, leaning closer to bite her ear lobe before continuing. “This time I’m going to punish you with my cock.”
Jenna barely had time to process his words before Mark released her wrists, spun her around, wound his hand into her still-damp hair, and used his firm hold there to lead her into his living room.
She stumbled in ahead of him, briefly mesmerized by the pinks and oranges of the setting sun out the floor to ceiling windows, before she was toppled over the back of his couch and found herself staring at the high-end, pebbled gray fabric of the cushions.
She couldn’t help wondering how many women had stared at this same fabric, in this same position. Ten? A hundred? More? The material looked impeccably clean, but he probably had people who kept it that way. People whose job it was to clean up after each one-night stand.
Unsure why her thoughts were taking her in these unappealing directions, Jenna looked back over her shoulder to see Mark standing a few feet behind her, staring at her ass.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass look so good in jeans before,” he said absently, as if talking to himself. “It’s almost a shame to have you take them off.”
Jenna let out a puff of air, blowing a piece of her hair away that had fallen into her eyes. “Well you could just paint a picture if you’d like, I’ve got time.”
“No, no,” Mark said, stepping up behind her and grabbing her right cheek roughly through the denim. “Go ahead and take them off. Panties too.”
Jenna stood and turned around to face him. Unbuttoning her jeans, she shoved her fingers underneath both them and the waistband of her panties to take them down before Mark put up a hand to stop her.
“One at a time. Jeans first.”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “If you think I’m going to do a striptease for you or something, that’s not my forte. If it was, I could have made way more money than I did bartending.”
“No teasing necessary. Just the stripping part,” Mark replied lightly.
He didn’t seem to react at all to her sarcasm, which threw Jenna off. He was doing his thing where he was always cool, calm, collected, and in charge of his emotions no matter what she threw at him, and it unnerved her.
Pushing her jeans down quickly, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside before moving to do the same with the satin red thong she’d picked out in a hurry when he’d demanded their spur-of-the-moment meetup.
“Slower,” he demanded, and Jenna paused, shooting him a look.
With exaggerated slowness, she pulled her panties down centimeter by centimeter, keeping defiant eye contact with him the whole time.
Mark smirked. “I know you’re eager for your fucking, babygirl. But the look you’re giving me is making me think you want another spanking first.”
“I do not!” Jenna huffed, finally pushing her panties the rest of the way down and kicking them aside to join her jeans on the floor.
Mark closed the distance between them in an instant, cradling her face in his hand and running his thumb teasingly over her bottom lip.
He leaned in as if he were about to kiss her again, and Jenna closed her eyes, waiting for it.
When she didn’t feel his lips, she opened her eyes again to see his handsome face still hovering inches away from hers.
She could feel his hot breath on her skin. It smelled spicy like cinnamon.
“Then ask me to give you the hard fucking you need.”
Jenna’s breathing quickened as she stood there, bare from the waist down, suddenly hyper aware that Mark was still fully clothed in his work attire.
“I…” she started. She hadn’t expected to be at a loss for words after feeling so confident before, but he seemed to have that effect on her.
Mark gripped the hem of her T-shirt and ripped it off over her head, then pushed her bra up so it rested just above her breasts, making them stick out lewdly. Gripping both of her stiff nipples with his fingers, he pinched them hard enough to make Jenna squeal.
“Ask me, my little slut.”
Why had that made her pussy clench so hard.
“Ugh, Mark! Fine… will you please fuck me?”
Spinning her around, Mark unhooked her bra and pushed it off her shoulders. Then he bent her roughly back over the couch, palming each of her bare cheeks and giving them a squeeze. She heard some rustling and zipping sounds behind her before she felt the head of his cock brush over her ass.
She looked over her shoulder at him, swallowing as she saw that he had undressed completely. She’d seen his cock before, but she hadn’t seen the rest of him, and she suddenly felt pouty that her first view of him in the buff was impeded by her bent-over-the-couch position.
So unfair.
Jenna was barely able to take in his muscular shoulders and washboard abs with a quick glance before he stepped closer to her, his fingers brushing against her wet slit.
She squeaked as he found her sensitive little bud and began circling it.
“You’re soaking wet for me already, naughty girl,” he growled, increasing the pressure on her clit.
“Oh, God,” Jenna mewled, pushing her ass out and spreading her legs a little to give him better access.
It felt so good that in that moment Jenna didn’t even really care if he fucked her or not. He could just keep doing that for a few hours and she would be fine. She wouldn’t even expect sugar daddying this time. His skillful fingers were payment enough.
Just as she was getting close, Mark pulled his fingers away. She felt his cock at the head of her entrance for a split second before he pushed into her roughly, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust.
“Fuck!” she cried out, both from the sudden, overwhelming feeling of fullness and the frustration at having what was sure to be a mind-shattering climax temporarily derailed.
“Your wish is my command,” he said in a deep, slightly-too-proud-of-himself-but somehow-still-panty-soaking voice as he pulled out and then drove back into her with full force.
His cock had seemed big when it was in her mouth, but now it felt massive as it stretched her with each thrust. She gripped at a throw pillow in front of her as he took a firm hold of her hips and began fucking her hard.
She bit down on her lip as her clit began to find friction against the fabric on the back of the couch, and she could feel the heat in her core blazing even hotter than before.
“Mark!” she barely got out before she came hard, her pussy convulsing around his cock as it continued to piston in and out of her.
Slowing down his rhythm, he began to thrust deeper, pulling all the way back out each time before grinding into her. “That’s it, baby,” he said roughly.
Jenna tried to push herself up, the sensations becoming too much after such a strong climax, but Mark firmly pushed her back down. “I’m not even close to through with you,” he gritted out before gripping her hips even more firmly and starting to fuck with a renewed vigor.
Jenna squealed as her hips were slammed into the back of the couch over and over again, finally throwing one of her hands back to… block him? Slow him down? Encourage him to keep going? She wasn’t really sure, but it felt like it made sense in the moment.
Grabbing her wrist, he ordered gruffly, “Give me your other hand.” She obeyed without thinking, and he pinned both hands behind her back, using them as leverage to fuck her even harder. The pressure began to build deep in her spasming pussy once more.
“Oh god, Mark, stop! I can’t—” she moaned as she careened over the edge into another brutal climax.
“This is how sassy little sluts gets fucked,” he growled, accentuating each word with a thrust harder than the last, and Jenna screamed as her orgasm waned and suddenly exploded again, a back-to-back sensation she’d never known she was capable of experiencing.
Had he already made her come three times? Nothing about this fucking could be considered “normal” in her mind, not with how she was feeling right now, and yet…
Fuck. He hadn’t come yet!
Jenna turned to look back at Mark wildly. “Please…” she implored desperately, and he looked back at her with an animalistic glint in his eyes.
“What do you want, little girl?”
“Please… come inside me.” She blushed as she said it, but she was so beyond caring that it came out loud enough for all the neighbors to probably hear.
With a growl, Mark thrust into her savagely several more times before she felt him pull out and hot liquid was splashed all over her ass. Then, leaning forward over her spent body, he kissed her neck. “Maybe sometime soon, my beautiful naughty girl.”
Jenna lay there panting until she realized what he meant.
Of course he hadn’t come inside her. He hadn’t had any protection on, and he had never asked her if she was on birth control or not.
She was, had been since her mom had forced her to go to the gynecologist at sixteen even though she was still a virgin with no prospects at the time.
Still, she felt a slight hint of disappointment at the fact that Mark’s seed was on her ass and not inside her.
You already want babies with him?
She didn’t… she didn’t think. But just as with the money the other night, the experience felt somewhat cheapened, like Mark knew this was obviously a temporary arrangement, so he had to be extra careful not to knock her up.
He helped her to stand and led her by the hand into a bathroom on the first floor, where there was a giant walk-in shower.
Reaching in to turn on the water, he opened the cupboards of the vanity and took out two white, fluffy towels, placing them on the counter before taking her hand again and leading her to stand under the water with him.
For a moment they just stood there, Jenna feeling sore just about everywhere and Mark looking at her with a sort of curious smile on his face.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked.
“Yeah, I’m good,” she answered, reaching for a bottle of body wash she saw on the shelf.
She was okay, technically.
That had been a phenomenal fucking, she really couldn’t have asked for anything better. But her mind was wandering to other things. Like the fact that she really needed to find a job.
If she had her own job and some financial security then maybe she wouldn’t feel so hopelessly dependent on the glorious specimen of a man taking a shower with her.
That was how she needed to take back control.
The last thing she wanted was to become one of those girls who was desperate to keep her man.
That was a dangerous, unattractive place to be.
It was settled, she decided as she washed her body with a loofah. When she got back home she would start her job hunt in earnest, and she’d take another shitty one if she had to. She’d survived many shitty jobs in the past.
Having decided that, she felt instantly better and was able to finish cleaning herself as Mark did the same beside her. Turning off the shower, he stepped out and handed her one of the towels.
“Would you like to spend the night, Jenna?” he asked casually as he dried off, then wrapped the towel around his waist.
Huh, really? He’d already gotten laid, and he still wanted her to stay over?
Jenna finished drying off slowly, wrapping the towel around her wet hair as she pretended to take time to think this proposal over.
Cuddling up next to Mark in bed sounded so nice.
“That would be great,” she responded before she could second-guess herself.