18. Marcus
EIGHTEEN
MARCUS
I stare at Lainey’s body trembling as she comes down from her orgasmic high.
The way she shattered so completely, the wanton way she gave herself over to the pleasure - it takes my breath away.
As her breathing slows, I walk over and trail a finger down her quivering inner thigh. She gasps and arches into my touch.
“Did I say you could take your hands off the armrest, baby?”
Her eyes widen and cheeks flush pink. “N-no.”
My voice is a low rumble against her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you make it up to me.”
Her answering shiver rocks me to my core. I can practically smell her arousal spiking again at my words.She responds so beautifully to my dominance. I want to devour every inch of her gorgeous body and claim her as mine.
“Now, I want you to stand up, slowly. Then strip down for me, nice and slow. Leave the necklace on.”
Her eyes widen but she nods, an eager shimmer in her gaze.
She does as I say and I watch, heart pounding in my chest as she reveals her creamy skin. Christ, she’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to have my fill of every inch of her.
Once she’s naked, I point at the bed. “On your stomach, ass up, legs spread.”
Without a word, Lainey crawls onto the bed and obeys.
I join her on the bed, running a finger down her spine. Gently, I tease her spine with a feather-like touch, trailing it down her back and over her curves. Her moans spur me on, so I pluck a blindfold from the nightstand.
“Time to heighten your senses, baby.”
Her quick inhale is the only warning I get before she nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I cover her eyes with the black silk, plunging her into darkness. The trust in her voice is like a drug. “Ready for more?”
“Yes, Sir,” she pants out, her hips arching in anticipation.
“Good girl.” I run a cool piece of ice along her spine, making her shiver. “You’re mine tonight, Lainey. And I’m going to make you feel things you never thought possible.”
Her moan sends a shudder through me, but I keep my composure. With a wicked grin, I reach for the cuffs. “Now, let’s see how bad you really want this.”
I unravel the rope from her wrists and help her flip over onto her stomach.
“Arms above your head, angel. I’m going to bind you to the bedposts.”
She hesitates for a moment, and I see the fear and arousal warring in her eyes.
“You’re in control, Lainey. You can safe-word at any time. No judgment. Understood?”
She nods, her trust in me evident in her eyes. It’s a heady fucking thrill, and I vow again to be worthy of it.
“Good girl,” I praise, securing each wrist to a bedpost. Her naked body is laid out before me, begging to be explored, and damn it if I don’t want to take her right then and there.
“Tonight, we’re going to try something else,” I say, picking up a long, supple-looking flogger from my bedside table. “I’m going to use this on you, just like we discussed. But first, I need to know you’re okay with it.”
Her breathing quickens, but she lifts her head, defiance and lust mingling in her eyes. “I trust you, Marcus. I’m yours.”
I pick up the flogger, weighing it in my hand as I study Lainey’s prone form. Her skin is flushed, muscles quivering with anticipation. I trail the leather tails lightly over the curve of her ass.
“I’m going to give you ten strikes. You will count each one out loud. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her reply is breathy but firm.
I raise my arm and bring the flogger down with a snap of my wrist, the tails landing precisely across both cheeks. Lainey jolts and sucks in a sharp breath.
“One...” she exhales.
Pride surges through me at her response. I deliver the next three strikes in quick succession, the steady thwack of leather on skin filling the room.
“Two...three...f-four...” Lainey’s voice wavers but she doesn’t break posture.
On the fifth strike, a particularly sharp yelp escapes her and she squirms against the mattress. I pause, taking in the pink blooming across her backside. Slowly, I walk around the bed until I can see her face.
“Color?” I ask gently but firmly.
Lainey’s eyes flutter open. They’re glassy with endorphins but meet mine steadily. “Green, Sir. Green.”
My chest swells with an emotion I’m not ready to name. Her trust in me is a gift I will never stop cherishing.
“Good girl.”
I bring the flogger down twice more in rapid fire, the strikes echoing through the room. Lainey’s back arches as she cries out.
“Six! Sev-AH!”
I pause, watching her carefully. Her skin is flushed, glistening with sweat, but her posture remains steady.
“Color?” I prompt.
Lainey’s breath hitches. “Y-yellow, Sir.”
Immediately, I drop the flogger and move to her side, one hand resting gently on her lower back.
“I’ve got you, baby. You’re doing so well. Breathe for me.”
She takes a shuddering inhale, releasing it slowly as I rub soothing circles on her skin. “That’s it. You’re perfect, taking your punishment so beautifully for me.”
Lainey turns her head, catching my gaze. Her eyes shine with unshed tears but the trust in them staggers me. “I want to be good for you, Marcus.”
I lean down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“You are, sweetheart. So damn good. I’m proud of you.”
She shivers beneath my touch, a pleased hum escaping her. “Thank you, Sir.”
I take a moment just to breathe her in, marveling at the incredible gift of her submission. The intensity of what I feel for her terrifies me, but in this moment, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.
“What’s your color now, baby?” I ask, needing to be sure she’s ready for more.
“Green, Sir.” Her voice is laced with anticipation.
I nod, stepping back and retrieving the flogger. The leather tails slide through my fingers, my grip tightening around the handle. Three more. She can take it.
The first strike lands across her shoulders, a sharp snap against her skin. Lainey jerks, a gasp torn from her throat. “Eight.”
Pride surges through me. My perfect girl, so responsive, so eager to please. I follow quickly with the next two strikes, the crimson blossoming beneath the leather a beautiful contrast to her creamy skin.
“Nine. Ten.” Each count is breathless, edged with a moan.
I can see her arousal glistening between her thighs. Fuck, the sight of her like this, splayed out and marked by me, it’s almost too much. My cock throbs, straining against my jeans. I need to be inside her. Now.
Setting the flogger aside, I reach for the restraints, quickly freeing her wrists. “Up,” I command, my voice rough with desire.
Lainey scrambles to comply, rising on shaky legs. I’m on her in an instant, one hand fisting in her hair as I crush my mouth to hers. She opens for me beautifully, yielding to the demanding thrust of my tongue.
I walk her backwards until her shoulders hit the wall, my hips pinning her in place. She whimpers into the kiss, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders.
Breaking away, I spin her around, pressing her front to the wall. “Hands above your head. Don’t move them.”
She obeys instantly, raising her arms and splaying her fingers against the wood. I kick her feet apart, spreading her for me.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl, nipping at the nape of her neck. “I’m going to take you now, baby. Hard and fast. You’re going to come on my cock like a good girl.”
“Please,” she pants, arching back into me. “I need you, Marcus.”
I fumble with my jeans, shoving them down just enough to free my aching cock. Gripping her hips, I yank her back onto her tiptoes, lining myself up with her dripping entrance.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart.”
Then I’m slamming into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Lainey cries out, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice. I groan, my head falling forward to rest between her shoulder blades.
“Marcus!”
I set a punishing pace, pistoning into her, chasing our mutual release. The wet sound of our bodies connecting fills the room, interspersed with her keening cries.
“That’s it, baby. Take me. Fucking take it all.”
She’s trembling in my arms, her legs threatening to give out. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her up as I grind against her, hitting that secret spot deep inside.
“Come for me, Lainey. Now.”
My command is all it takes. She shatters with a scream, her pussy rippling around my cock as she comes undone. I follow her over the edge, emptying myself inside her with a guttural shout.
We stay locked together, both panting harshly as the aftershocks roll through us. I press open-mouthed kisses along her spine, tasting the salt-slick sweat on her skin.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, gentling my grip on her hips. “I’m here. You did so well, baby. My perfect girl.”
Lainey sags back against me, trusting me to support her. I hold her close, reveling in the feeling of her soft skin against mine.
In this moment, nothing exists outside of this room, outside of her. She’s my entire world. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, to cherish the incredible gift of her submission.
Because she’s mine now. Utterly and completely. And I’m never letting her go.
I carefully disentangle our bodies, then scoop Lainey up into my arms. She nestles her head against my chest as I carry her to the bathroom.
“Let me take care of you now,” I murmur, setting her gently on the counter.
I grab a soft washcloth and run it under warm water. With tender strokes, I clean the sweat and arousal from her skin, washing away the evidence of our passion.
Lainey watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, a soft smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I want to.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “I need to. Let me.”
She nods, wordlessly giving me permission. I take my time, lavishing attention on every inch of her satiny skin. It’s an act of devotion, of worship.
When I’m finished, I wrap her in a fluffy towel and carry her back to bed. I tuck her under the covers, then slide in beside her, gathering her close.
Lainey sighs contentedly, tracing idle patterns on my chest with her fingertip. “That was...”
“Intense?” I supply when she trails off.
“Mind-blowing,” she corrects with a small laugh. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Pride surges through me at her words. Knowing I can give her pleasure unlike anything she’s experienced.
I tilt her chin up, gazing deep into her ocean-blue eyes. “Lainey, I...” The words stick in my throat. Three simple words I haven’t said in decades.
Her brow furrows. “What is it?”
I swallow hard. It’s now or never.
“I love you, Lainey. I’m in love with you. Have been for a while now, I think.”
Tears spring to her eyes. For a heart-stopping moment, I think I’ve misread this, ruined everything.
Then she smiles, radiant as the sun. “Oh Marcus, I love you too. So much.”
Relief crashes over me like a tidal wave. I claim her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all my love, my devotion into it.
We make love again, slow and sweet. Savoring each sigh, each whispered endearment. Tears mingle on our cheeks, happy ones this time.
After, we lay tangled together, her head pillowed on my chest, directly over my heart. Where she belongs.