14. Marcus
“ C an you do it for me?”
Those few innocent words nearly brought me to my fucking knees. This is supposed to be Chloe’s punishment, so why does it feel like I’m the one who’s being tortured?
After she changed out of that ridiculous outfit she was wearing, and took off the excessive amount of make-up, she emerged from her room looking exactly like the woman I’ve gotten to know over the last week. But also the girl I’ve been trying not to see from afar for years.
I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without fucking a girl, but why the hell would I go looking for something meaningless and random when I have the most gorgeous woman waiting in my house?
Granted, I can’t touch her yet, and the blue balls it’s giving me is starting to become a fucking nightmare, but I know we’re getting closer.
I’m showing her that she can trust me, whilst also helping her take back control of her body. At this point, I’m starting to think that whatever her secret is, it can’t be worse than the horrors I’m imagining inside my head. So much so, I’m already plotting the brutal deaths of everyone involved. I know someone has broken Chloe, and I intend on making them pay.
But first, I’m going to help her gather all her broken pieces, so she can create an even stronger version of the woman she was before.
I take a deep breath as I keep my gaze locked on her sparking silver eyes, startled when I see no hesitation reflected back. I swallow hard, hoping when I speak that my voice doesn’t betray just how close I am to breaking all my rules.
“Take your knickers off and bend over the back of the sofa,” I instruct, my voice thankfully holding firm.
Even though she looks a little nervous, she barely hesitates for a second before she reaches up under her little white dress and begins removing her knickers. As the hem of her dress lifts, I catch sight of more of her creamy thighs, and my cock twitches painfully.
Even though I wanked in the shower before getting dressed in preparation for today, my dick clearly can’t remember, growing harder with each bit of flesh she exposes. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my moan as she slides white lace down her legs.
Once she steps out of them, she holds the knickers in her hand, clearly unsure what to do. Without thinking, I reach over and take them from her, stuffing them into my jeans pocket. Her eyes widen comically as her gaze flicks rapidly between my face and the pocket now housing her underwear.
“What are you doing?” she blurts out, making me chuckle.
“I’ll give you these back when you need them. Now, bend over.”
She looks like she’s about to argue with me, until she catches sight of my stern expression, reminding her that I will add to her punishment if she continues to disobey me.
Her eyes narrow at me in a scowl, but that’s the extent of her rebellion as she slowly moves towards the back of the sofa.
I can’t help but smile, when she’s not looking, at how fucking adorable she is when she’s trying not to sulk. I like her rebellious streak, but I fucking love when she obeys me.
Once she reaches the sofa, she begins to lean over it, her chest moving towards the cushions as her back curves, forcing her arse to stick out. Her dress has risen up, and I can see the roundness of her arse cheeks peeking out underneath the hem.
My cock throbs painfully, and I have to grip myself through my jeans, re-adjusting slightly to dull the ache that only seems to be growing the longer I look at her sexy body, bent in the perfect way, presented to me.
Then she turns her head until she’s looking over her shoulder at me, a shy but mischievous smile on her face as she asks, “Is this how you want me? ”
Fuck, yes! I’ve seen her in this position so many different times in my dreams, but my imagination has vastly let me down on this one—the real thing is so much better.
I walk towards her slowly, wanting to drag this moment out for as long as I can, mentally saving this image for later.
I want to remember every minuscule detail, every curve, so that when I wrap my hand around my dick later, this will be the exact image I see. I want it to be perfect.
The closer I get, the more my fingers start to twitch with the overwhelming urge to touch her, and that’s when I remember that I can’t. It’s going to be hard enough putting the damn egg in without doing more, but I doubt I’ll be able to stop if I touch her the way I want to.
“Reach back with your hands, pull your dress up above your waist, and then spread your arse cheeks wide,” I say, my voice raspy with lust.
Her eyes sparkle as the flush on her cheeks spreads down over her neck, creating a trail that I want to follow with my lips. Even though she’s slow with her movement, almost hesitant, she follows my instructions without complaint.
As soon as her dress is bunched around her waist, exposing her bare cunt for me, a groan rumbles from my throat, and I don’t even try to hide it.
Chloe looks shocked that the noise came from me, but as soon as she sees my hand cupping my denim-covered hard cock, her eyes sparkle and her smile widens.
With both hands, she reaches back and parts her arse cheeks, showing me her glistening pink pussy, and I’m so fucking gone. I moan loudly, taking a step closer to her.
“So fucking gorgeous, Mio,” I growl. “You have no idea how much I want to touch you right now.”
I watch her throat bob as she gulps, looking a little nervous, before her shy voice asks, “So why don’t you?”
I can feel my resolve snapping as this fucking gorgeous girl makes me forget all my own rules. Seeing her wet and waiting for me, it’s like my own personal brand of kryptonite. She’s my weakness, and at this moment, I don’t even fucking care.
I take a step forward, fully intending to take her for myself, when a buzzing in my jeans pocket pulls me out of the moment. I scowl, wondering who the hell I’m going to have to kill for interrupting me.
I hold a finger up to Chloe, indicating I need for her to give me a moment, as I pull the phone from my pocket. I let out a string of curse words when I see it’s a text from Miles.
MILES
We have to leave in five minutes. You’re already late. Whatever you’re doing, stop. I will come up and drag both your arses down if you’re not in the car in five minutes. And before you threaten me, these are the orders you gave me. It’s my job to make sure you both get to lunch, no matter how much neither of you want to go.
Another string of expletives leave my mouth as I consider, for just a moment, if I could manage without Miles if I kill him. When I’ve determined he’s too valuable to me, so I can’t murder him, I vow to come up with a way to give him a case of blue balls to rival my own.
Miles rarely dates, or fucks around, so it will be hard, but when the time comes, I vow to cock block him just as badly as he’s just done to me.
There’s a very small part of my brain saying this is probably a good thing. I was about to go too far, throwing all of my rules out of the window, but more importantly, I forgot that I’m supposed to be doing this to help Chloe, not just because my dick is so painfully hard it might genuinely fall off soon.
“Everything okay?” Chloe asks, her gaze scanning my face, assessing me. I smile when I see she’s still in the same position, exposed and wet for me.
“Yeah, everything is fine. It was just Miles, threatening to come and get us if we don’t go down to the car soon,” I explain.
Chloe looks torn between standing up and going to the car, and staying where she is to follow my rules. Thankfully, her submissive side wins out and she stays still.
“I better put this in quickly so we can go.”
I bring the egg to my mouth once more to make sure it’s still wet enough. Her hands are holding her open wide enough for me to see her entrance, but I kneel down to get a better look.
Once I’m on my knees, I’m so close that I’d only have to lean forward the slightest bit and my tongue would be on her clit. I’d know what she tastes like, but we both know when that happens, a taste will not be enough.
Gently, I use the tip of the egg and slide it through her slit, capturing as much of her juices as I can to help. Her gasp as she feels the egg touching her most sensitive place is like music to my fucking ears, and is part of the reason I press a little firmer when I reach her clit.
Chloe lets out a long, deep groan and I almost come in my boxers. The urge to tease her more is overwhelming, but the last thing I want is for the arsehole I call my best friend to storm in here and find Chloe bent over the sofa.
So, I slowly slide the egg back down, stopping at her hole. I press forward slightly, hearing Chloe’s sharp intake of breath as I begin pushing the egg into place.
As the largest part of the egg stretches her, Chloe hisses, and I grip her arse cheek, kneading her flesh to distract her. “Take a deep breath, Mio. Almost there.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her voice shaky and gravelly, but she does as I instruct and pulls in a deep breath.
As she breathes in, I gently press the rest of the egg in, watching with fucking amazement as her tight cunt swallows it, closing until only the string is left slightly visible.
“Ohhh,” Chloe moans as the egg gets deeper into her pussy, filling her.
I reach up and capture both of her wrists in my hands, pulling them away, so she can stop holding herself apart. I almost groan in pain when I can no longer see her wet slit spread open for me, but the image is seared into my brain for all eternity, and that will have to do for now.
I give her arse cheeks a squeeze, simply because I’m not ready to stop touching her yet, then I push up from my knees to stand over her. I take a moment to appreciate the view from this angle, wondering what it would look like watching my cock plunge into her while she’s bent like this.
Focus, arsehole. You have to leave now , I remind myself.
After giving her arse one last stroke with the palm of my hand, loving the way she trembles beneath my touch, I lightly trace my hand up over her hip, until I reach the hem of her dress. Begrudgingly, I cover her exposed flesh.
“Stand up,” I instruct, helping to straighten her dress as she does.
Chloe stands in front of me with a strange look on her face, and I can’t quite decipher what it means.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She nods her head, though her brow is furrowed like she’s not completely sure. She shifts around from one foot to the other, and her mouth falls open into an O. “It feels so strange…and full.”
Fuck, I can just imagine how tight she is.
“You should try walking a bit,” I suggest, since discussing how tight her cunt is didn’t seem like the right thing to say.
She nods at me, her hand still in mine as she takes a few tentative steps. After the first couple, her scrunched up face starts to relax, when she realises whatever she’s feeling isn’t as bad or as strange as she maybe was expecting. But after a few more, her eyes widen and her brows shoot up as a little moan slips free.
“Fuck,” she groans .
My cocky smirk grows as I can only imagine what she’s feeling. “What?” I ask innocently, which earns me a glare.
“At first I just felt sort of full, but when I walk around, there’s an almost enjoyable pressure when the egg hits my more sensitive spots. I can feel the pleasure building each time it happens. It’s not enough to make me come, I don’t think, but it feels good,” she explains.
I give her a mischievous grin. “Don’t forget, this is supposed to be a punishment. It’s not about making you come, Mio.”
“What? So you’re just going to drive me crazy, push me to the edge, but never let me come?” she asks, looking a mixture of confused and angry.
“I might let you come, but that all depends on if you’re a good girl for me. You have to take your punishment first. Now, we better go before Miles comes storming in to get us,” I say, heading towards the door, pulling her behind me.
Chloe squeezes my hand to get my attention, and I turn to look at her. “I need my knickers, Marcus.”
I shake my head. “You’ll get them back when I decide.” She opens her mouth to argue, but I cut her off. “Don’t argue with me or you won’t get them back at all.”
She looks stunned. Her eyes narrow at me, and the glare she throws at me is sharp enough to wound me, if I weren’t enjoying myself so much.
She pulls her hand out of mine, the only act of rebellion she can think of, and folds her arms across her chest, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout.
Thankfully, she doesn’t argue and follows behind me as we make our way to the car. Miles is standing beside it with a face like a slapped arse, throwing a glare at me that rivals the one Chloe is giving me too. I roll my eyes at them both.
“You’re late,” Miles says through gritted teeth.
I point over at Chloe. “Sorry, someone needed a little help getting ready.”
Her eyes widen for a second before she’s back to shooting daggers at me when she hears me blame her for our tardiness. Miles doesn’t seem to believe me anyway, tutting at me as he opens the car door for Chloe.
“You look lovely, Chloe,” he says, as he helps her climb in.
For just a second, a moment of irrational jealousy that I’ve never experienced before threatens to overwhelm me, and I genuinely consider stabbing my friend.
Then the logical side of my brain reminds me he’s just being nice, trying to put her at ease, and I climb into the car with a groan, wondering where the hell that possessive side of me came from.
“Thanks,” Chloe mutters as she slides into the back seat, pulling at the hem of her dress as she does, clearly not wanting to show off any more flesh, or risk flashing too much.
Once both me and Chloe are seated in the back, Miles climbs into the front and turns on the engine. He looks at me through the rearview mirror, and we have a silent conversation that we’ve perfected over years of friendship.
I motion for him to put up the privacy window and he rolls his eyes at me, the threat in his gaze more than evident, but he does it nonetheless.
Chloe watches as a window begins to rise in the middle of the car, partitioning off the front seats from the back. It’s a very handy tool if I need to have important meetings or calls that I don’t want to be overheard, or in this case, if I want to do something I don’t want someone else to see.
Although we can still see Miles, he can’t see us because of the one-way privacy glass. It’s also soundproof, so no matter how much noise we make, until we activate the intercom, Miles won’t be able to hear anything.
Once the window is up, Chloe looks over at me, no doubt wondering what the hell is going on, but when she finds me on my phone, she seems to relax just a tad. She doesn’t interrupt me, assuming that I’m working—I’m not. Instead, I’m messing with the settings on my phone, waiting for the perfect time to play.
Chloe turns away from me to look out of the window, relaxing back in her seat. She shifts about for a second, her brow furrowed until she finds a position that she’s most comfortable in. When she’s relaxed, that’s when I activate the egg.
I start on a low setting, but even that’s quite powerful when you’re not expecting it.
“Oh shit,” Chloe groans, her body tensing as she sits up straight, her eyes widening as she turns to look at me.
My lip tilts into a smirk as I watch the flush on her cheeks redden, her eyes darkening with lust. Her body becomes rigid, since she’s not used to the sensations, but as her mouth falls open on a moan, she begins to shuffle around.
“Something the matter?” I ask, sounding just as cocky as I intended.
She turns and scowls at me, but before she can come back with what I’m sure is a witty retort, I turn the level on the egg up a notch.
A moan rips from her as she arches her back from the chair, sticking her tits out in the most fucking gorgeous way. She moves her hands out to her sides, looking for something to grab hold of, but settles for clenching them into fists when she can’t find anything.
Her eyes are dark and hooded, her cheeks flushed with small droplets of sweat appearing on her brow as she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, no doubt trying to fight back the noises she’s desperate to make.
Loving the way her body is reacting, I turn the egg up to the middle level, and she’s not able to stop the moan from escaping this time.
Her eyes lock on mine, and I’m not sure what she’s trying to say, but they’re pleading with me for something. The silver in them is barely visible, looking almost black as her pupils are blown so wide with lust.
I watch as Chloe begins to rotate her hips whilst clenching her thighs together. She almost looks like she’s humping the seat, her pelvis rocking as she tries to chase the pleasure the egg is giving her.
“Oh fuck,” she mutters. “So good. It feels…so, so fucking good.”
I chuckle as her words become more unintelligible, my eyes drawn to the hypnotic way she’s rolling her hips. She then lifts one of her hands and begins to massage her breast, rubbing her thumb over her nipple until the stiff peak is showing through her white sundress.
I’m mesmerised as she controls her body, embracing the feeling the egg is giving her, whilst helping to get herself off. I imagine what she’d look like sitting on my cock rolling her hips in this way, rubbing her nipples as I grab hold of her, pulling her down onto me hard.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she moans, her eyes screwing shut as she loses herself in the sensations.
The corner of my lip tilts as I watch, one hand gripping my cock tight enough to help ease the growing ache as it presses against my jeans. It’s almost fucking painful, and the urge to pull it out and stroke myself as I watch her grows.
“Shit, I’m going to come,” she whispers, followed by a long drawn out moan that echoes around the car.
Her hips rotate quicker, her fingers squeezing her nipple just a little harder as she chases her pleasure. Her face is scrunched up, but her mouth has fallen open as she throws her head back against the seat of the car.
Just when it looks like she’s about to come, I quickly turn off the egg.
“Motherfucker,” she shouts loudly, her eyes flying open as she turns to glare at me. “What the fuck?”
She then moves her hand over her thighs, trying to slide it between her legs, but I grab hold of her wrist.
“Don’t even think about it, Mio. Have you forgotten the rules already?” I snap, trying to keep my stern expression.
She looks a little startled, before saying, “Sorry.”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. “What’s the rule?”
Chloe deliberately looks down at her legs, pulling her dress down from where it’s risen up as she does. “I’m not allowed to come without permission. ”
I nod my head. “And were you about to come without asking me first? From where I’m sitting, it looks like my dirty little whore was so lost in her own pleasure, she forgot all about making me happy.”
“I forgot to ask,” she admits, sneaking a quick glance at me out of the corner of her eye. I keep a stern look on my face, though it’s getting harder to do.
“This is supposed to be a punishment. Do you think bad little sluts like you should be allowed to come during a punishment?” I ask, loving the way she shivers when I degrade her.
She shakes her head. “No.”
I pause for a moment, watching as she continues to shuffle in her seat, desperate for just a little relief, and then a wicked idea enters my head. “That’s right. How badly do you want to come right now, slut?”
“So badly. Please, can I?” she asks, fluttering her lashes at me.
I do a long dramatic pause, as though I’m thinking, when really the thought is already there, but now I have time to actually consider the outcome, I’m starting to worry. Still, I say it anyway.
“If you are really that desperate to come, then you can…” Her eyes light up and she begins to smile, until I continue with the catch. “But only if you open the partition and let Miles see and hear everything.”
The deer-in-headlights look is back, and she shakes her head rapidly, narrowing her gaze at me until it becomes a glare. My heart stutters when I hear her say, “Not a fucking chance.”
That’s the outcome I was hoping for, but for just a moment, I wondered if she was desperate enough to do it. I’m normally not territorial or possessive, and it’s a test I’ve put a couple of women through.
Miles doesn’t really care, and is used to my antics. But the thought of him seeing Chloe in that way makes my skin prickle, and I start to feel nauseous.
It would appear I’m more protective and possessive over her than I first thought. Normally, that thought would consume my brain for a long time, as I try to work out what the hell it means, but I don’t have time for that, so I try to push it away, knowing it will no doubt rear its ugly head when I least expect it.
“Well, it would appear you’re not all that desperate to come then,” I state, my voice sounding almost sing-song.
Her scowl deepens. “I will never be desperate enough to have an orgasm in front of people.”
She sounds so sure of herself, I can’t help but chuckle. “We’ll see.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she snaps, her hand on her hip as she glares at me defiantly.
“Mio, you’ve only had an introductory lesson in edging so far. Just wait until I’ve been edging you repeatedly for days, refusing to let you come after bringing you to the edge multiple times an hour, every hour, for days.
“After a while, you lose all sense of propriety and standards, embracing the dirty whore you are just for me, and you won’t give a shit where you come or who is watching, just as long as you get the release your cunt desperately craves.”
With each word, her breathing starts to increase until she’s almost hyperventilating. I can almost hear her heart beating out of her chest as she picks at the skin around her fingers.
Her eyes travel from confused to annoyed, to intrigued, to out right turned on, and it’s clear that even though the thought is a little daunting for her, if not horrifying when she first heard it, there’s also an element of intrigue, and that’s the part I was hoping to see.
“I-I…I don’t… I’m not…” She struggles to produce a proper sentence, and I have to bite my inner cheek to stop myself from smiling or chuckling at how flustered she’s getting, the redness on her cheeks spreading down her neck now.
“It’s fine. I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. I think we should probably have a proper conversation about all of this when we get home tonight,” I explain, and she lets out a sigh of relief.
Although I lean more towards being Dominant during sex, I’m not immersed in the BDSM lifestyle. I don’t do scenes or contracts, and I don’t have to dominate each time we fuck. But that doesn’t mean I’m not aware of some of the elements that come with the lifestyle.
I wouldn’t ever do an official contract, but I always make sure that whoever I’m with is aware of the situation before we get into anything. Chloe is the only person I’ve ever broken this rule for.
Normally, I make sure the woman is aware that this is most likely a one-time thing, and that I will never want a relationship.