15.2
CHLOE
Anything. Whatever you want, you can have it.
MARCUS
That’s a dangerous thing to promise a man like me, but I’ll accept.
Before I’ve finished reading his text, the egg drops down to a much more manageable level. The vibration is still intense, but that’s because my body is incredibly sensitive already.
It’s a small miracle that I didn’t come. The egg gets me all hot and bothered, but it isn’t enough to push me over that edge.
Once I’ve caught my breath, I send Marcus a quick text before quickly making my way back to the table.
CHLOE
Thank you. I will make it up to you. I’ll be a good girl, just for you
I get to the table just in time to see Marcus reading my message, and the way his blue eyes darken makes my core tighten. He looks up at me and the fire I see shining back is enough to make me shiver. I really wish dinner was over so that we can go back home.
“Is everything okay, Chloe?”
I’m aware of people talking around me, but my attention is solely on Marcus and the way he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me. It’s not until my mother places her hand on my arm that the fog lifts.
I blink a couple of times, trying to clear the sex-filled haze that’s descended over my brain, as I look over at my mother.
“Jacob asked you a question,” she says, looking very annoyed that she’s having to talk to me. She even points over at my brother, so I can follow along.
I look across the table, only to find that everyone is staring at me. Miles and Marcus look amused, Jacob seems concerned, while everyone else appears to be annoyed at me.
I fix my gaze on my brother, slightly shocked to see he’s participating in the discussion at all.
“Sorry, Jake. What did you say? I missed it.”
“I just asked if you’re okay?” he replies, his gaze flicking between myself, Marcus, and Scott.
“I’m fine, honestly. Just women’s problems that I won’t go into,” I say, giving him a small smile to try and reassure him.
My dad cuts in, “Great, now we can enjoy the main course.”
As soon as he announces that, the room floods with staff once more. The same pantomime continues as they bring food, announcing how fresh and homemade everything is, while my parents boast and preen like damn peacocks.
I’m distantly aware of what’s going on, but the gentle vibrating continues to pull my attention away. I try to keep an ear out, in case anyone talks to me, but it’s not easy when my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
My mother decides this is the perfect time to discuss wedding planning, and the more questions she asks me, the harder it is for me to focus. I can see Marcus getting more agitated, to the point he’s cutting his meat with far more aggression than is needed.
“We will have to find a time to go wedding dress shopping. It’s already going to be hard enough getting a dress at the last minute, and since you’re not small enough to fit in a sample size, that will only make it harder,” she says, looking down her nose at me.
Before I can respond, Scott cuts in. “What’s the difference between Chloe’s size and the sample sizes?”
“Well, wedding dresses do run on the smaller side, but I suspect Chloe would need to drop a dress size to fit in a sample,” my mother replies, dragging her gaze over my body in a less than satisfied way.
Scott shrugs his shoulders. “Well, I’m sure Chloe can drop a dress size before the wedding. I’d actually prefer that.”
I must have fallen into some kind of bizarre world. My mother and my fiancé are basically calling me fat, telling me I need to drop a dress size before getting married to a man I hate, while the man I do want to be with sits opposite me, glaring at everyone like he wants to kill them, all while a fucking love egg vibrates in my pussy, driving me crazy.
When the fuck did this become my life?!
“You can do that, can’t you, Chloe?” My mother directs her question at me, though I’m not really sure she’s even looking for me to respond.
Scott clearly doesn’t need me to reply, as he does it on my behalf. “Of course, she can. I’ll set her up with a personal trainer I know, and they can sort her out with a diet and exercise regime that will make her look amazing.”
“Absolutely fucking not,” Marcus snaps, hitting his fist on the table, startling us all.
“Marcus, you—” My mother starts to address Marcus, but he simply cuts her off.
“In case you’ve all forgotten, Chloe will be with me for the next few weeks. Which means it’s my decision if she gets a trainer or not. And I will not allow it. She doesn’t need to lose any weight, she looks amazing the way she is,” Marcus snaps, and I can’t keep the smile off my face that he’s sticking up for me.
“That’s not your fucking decision to make. She’s going to be my wife. This thing with you is just temporary, and you’d do well to remember that,” Scott snarls, glaring at Marcus while he sits there with that cocky smirk of his.
I expect him to fly off the handle, but I’m surprised to hear Jacob cut in. “Actually, Scott, you’re the one who needs to remember your place. You may be aligned with us, but we rule side-by-side with the Morellis. Meaning, Marcus is just as much your superior as I am.
“You may not like that he owns Chloe for the next few weeks, and you have a right to be unhappy about it, but you must never forget the hierarchy. Marcus is a leader, and you will show him the respect he deserves.
“You’ll also honour the agreement made between me and him regarding Chloe, whether you like it or not. If he says she doesn’t need a trainer and won’t be going on a diet, you will honour that, and quite frankly, I agree with him. Do I make myself clear on this?”
Everyone around the table has matching looks of astonishment on their faces. I think that’s the most I’ve heard Jacob say in a long time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so authoritative.
Although Scott looks pissed, he nods his head at Jacob, giving him the respect he demands. Through gritted teeth, and despite him clearly not wanting to, Scott turns to Marcus. “My apologies for stepping over the line.”
“See that it doesn’t happen again,” Marcus deadpans, clearly refusing to accept Scott’s poor attempt at an apology.
I have to bite my lip to stop from laughing at the way Scott balls his hands into fists. He’s grinding his teeth so loudly, I can almost hear them.
Luckily for us all, Scott doesn’t attempt a comeback and remains silent, though he continues to glare at Marcus. What’s worse is that Marcus isn’t paying him any attention, his gaze is fixed on me.
The rest of the meal passes by extremely slowly, and by the time the dessert plates have been cleared away, I’m ready to burst. Although the mild vibration isn’t enough to push me to the edge, having it running constantly has left me in a state.
I’m hot, sweaty, and so fucking desperate to come.
“Well, this has been lovely. We’ll have to do it again next week,” my dad states, and I have to bite my lip to stop a sarcastic laugh from coming out as a snort. This meal has been far from lovely, and I think everyone at the table will agree.
He makes it sound like next week is a suggestion, but we all know it’s not.
Ewan, who has remained reasonably quiet for most of the meal, is the first to respond. “I can’t thank you enough for inviting us. It’s a pleasure to get to know you all better, especially since it won’t be long until we’re all one big family.”
When he says the last part, his glare is fixed on Marcus, waiting for him to react. I’m not sure if he just doesn’t care, or if Miles is doing a good job of keeping him calm, but Marcus doesn’t even bat an eyelid, let alone respond.
My mother, on the other hand, takes the opportunity to interfere. “Oh yes, we can’t wait. Can we, Chloe? We will start wedding planning very soon, making sure it’s an event befitting the occasion.”
Her eyes are fixed on me, and I know she’s waiting for me to respond. “Oh yes, it will be, erm, great.”
I couldn’t sound any less enthusiastic if I tried, and both Miles and Jacob snicker across the table, though they quickly stop when my mother glares at them.
Marcus, who doesn’t look amused in the slightest, cuts in. “Well, we should get going.”
“Won’t you stay for an after dinner drink?” my dad asks. “That will give my wife and Chloe some time to discuss the wedding.”
As my dad is speaking, a wicked grin spreads across Marcus’ face, and that’s when I feel the vibration on the egg increasing. I let out a gasp, my eyes wide as everyone around the table turns to look at me.
My cheeks are heating, no doubt turning a bright shade of red as I grab hold of my dress, just for something to squeeze.
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying my hardest to remain still, as everyone continues to stare at me, but it’s nearly fucking impossible not to fidget with this damn egg setting me on fire.
“Are you okay?” my dad asks, looking at me with concern.
“Sorry, just a bad cramp,” I blurt out, struggling to come up with anything better.
There’s silence in the room, and I’m mentally praying to anyone that will listen to start talking. I’m worried they’ll be able to hear the egg if it stays too quiet.
“We definitely should get going then,” Marcus says.
My mother looks like she’s going to object, and we’re all shocked once more when Jacob interrupts. “Yeah, if Chloe isn’t feeling too well, it's best you take her home. I’ll see you guys out.”
“Thank you,” I say, giving my brother a genuine smile.
As I move to stand, the egg must shift slightly, as all of a sudden, it hits just the right spot and I have to bend over, a low groan slipping out. I look up at Marcus, using my eyes to silently beg him to turn the vibration down before I come in front of my family.
“Oh darling, you clearly aren’t very well. You need to go home and rest right away,” my dad says, looking extremely worried about me. If only he knew.
“Here, let me escort you to the car,” Scott says as he grabs hold of my hand.
“That won’t be necessary. I’ve got her,” Marcus snaps as he takes my other hand in his.
With a bloke on each side, I feel like I’m in the middle of a fucking tug-a-war, and all I really want to do is have a fucking orgasm, not referee a pissing contest.
Jake walks over to us and shakes his head. “Stay here, Scott. I’ll see them out. Marcus, lead the way,” he instructs, taking my arms from them both so I can walk with him.
Miles grabs hold of Marcus’ arm and practically drags him out of the room, but just before he gets to the door, Miles shouts back over his shoulder, “Thank you so much for having us all over for dinner. It was lovely. We’ll see you all again at the same time next week.”
How Miles can remain so calm in situations like this impresses me, but then again, it is his job to remain calm under pressure. Maybe he can teach me how to do it?
He doesn’t wait for anyone to respond, and we all say goodbye as we walk towards the car. Jacob hangs back with me, and I’m grateful he’s threaded our arms together, as I’m struggling to walk thanks to the damn egg.
Every so often, it hits the most delicious spot, and my legs go weak.
“Chloe, you have to be honest with me, are you safe with Marcus?” Jacob is looking at me with a deep, penetrating stare, almost like he’s trying to see what I’m hiding .
“I promise, I’m safe. Come and visit us at his apartment, and you’ll see for yourself,” I reply, amazed I’m able to keep my voice steady.
“So you’re really just unwell?”
Shit, I hate lying to my brother, but I can’t exactly tell him the truth.
“It’s just cramps.”
“Okay, I’ll be over on Tuesday evening.”
I give him a smile. “Will you make sure you’re sober, please?”
He rolls his eyes at me, but I hold firm. “Fine.”
I pull my brother in for a hug, but don’t hold it for as long as I usually do. Having someone so close to my body, when all my nerve endings are prickling, and I’m so fucking turned on, is not a good decision. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice.
Marcus and Miles are standing beside the car when we join them. I let them know that Jake has agreed to visit us on Tuesday. I’m a little shocked when it’s Miles that speaks to him.
“Don’t even think about showing up hammered, Pretty Boy. If you are impaired in any way, or I suspect you’ve taken anything, I will send you away without a moment's hesitation. It’s my job to keep them safe.”
Jake glares at Miles, looking extremely annoyed, but after a brief stare-down, he nods and sighs. “Fine. I’ve already promised I’ll be sober.”
“Good, I just wanted to make it clear.”
Miles doesn’t wait for a response, he walks around to the drivers side and climbs in. “Your bodyguard is an arsehole,” Jake grunts, and Marcus chuckles.
“Well, you seem to bring out the worst in him,” Marcus replies. “Thanks for agreeing to come and visit on Tuesday. You won’t regret it.”
“Make sure I don’t,” he says, before turning to me. “Take care of yourself.”
He pulls me in for another hug, and I have to bite my lip and tense my body. It’s over quickly, and once he turns back to the house, I climb into the car, Marcus following behind me.
As soon as the door closes, the car starts. I notice the partition is already up, and I waste no time turning to Marcus.
“Please, do something,” I beg.
“What do you mean?” he asks nonchalantly, looking far too smug.
“The egg is driving me crazy. I’m so fucking turned on, but it’s not enough. I need more.” I sound high-pitched and desperate, but I don’t care.
“Pull up your dress and show me.”
I do as I’m told, shuffling until my dress is bunched up around my waist. I then slip my shoes off so I can pull my feet up onto the chair, as I spread my legs wide. The cool air hitting my exposed pussy makes me gasp.
Marcus’ eyes widen as he watches me expose myself to him completely, having lost all my inhibitions. He groans as he sees I’m dripping wet. “So fucking wet, I can see it from here.”
“I need more,” I beg again. “Please, will you touch me.”
Marcus freezes for a moment, and I can see he’s warring with himself. He’s clearly torn between sticking to his rules and throwing the rulebook out so he can have me. Maybe I just need to push him a little more.
I reach down with one hand and rub my fingers over my clit, a loud moan falling from my lips as my back arches from the overwhelming sensations. His eyes are fixed on where I’m touching myself, my fingers getting wetter with each swipe.
“It doesn’t feel as good if I do it myself,” I moan, pleading with my eyes.
“Fuck,” he growls, though he still doesn’t move. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
This time, I’m the one with the wicked smile as I maintain eye contact with him. “Surely that’s not a bad way to die?”
He chuckles as I press harder on my clit, rocking my hips in a way that moves the vibrating egg against that sweet spot deep inside, making me practically purr.
For the first time, Marcus looks torn…almost like he’s in pain, and I’ve never felt sexier. Even though he’s the one controlling the egg, and I need his permission to come, so all my pleasure is essentially in his hands, I’m the one that’s able to make him come undone just looking at me.
Seeing how much he affects me is making him lose all control, and that’s a heady power I never expected.
“Please, Marcus. I need you,” I beg once again, my body getting more and more tense as my pussy drips with desire.
“Fuck, if I do this, you will tell me what I want to know. Do you agree?”
The way he’s staring at me, his eyes alight with so much fire and passion, makes it clear this isn’t really a question. If I want him, this is the price I have to pay.
The thing is, I’ve been thinking about telling him anyway. Not all the details, just enough to placate him.
Although I don’t want my secret to get out, I’m beginning to trust Marcus enough to keep it safe. But the real reason is that I crave him too much, I’ll spill all my secrets if it means I can have him.
“Yes, I promise.”
As soon as he hears the words, his breath hitches, like he wasn’t sure I’d agree. His bright blue eyes darken to the point they’re almost black and my heart races when he looks at me like he’s a starving man who wants to devour me .
“Pull out the vibrating egg,” he instructs, and I do as I’m told.
Once I have a hold on the string, I gently begin to pull the egg out. It’s still vibrating, and the feel of it moving makes my core tighten, making me extra sensitive. I close my eyes, just allowing myself to feel the sensations as I focus on keeping my breathing even.
As the egg reaches my hole, I feel it stretching me slowly as I pull it out. When the egg is at its widest part, stretching me in the most delicious way, that’s when I feel Marcus’ large hand on top of mine.
My eyes spring open, but I no longer find him sitting beside me. Whilst my eyes were closed, Marcus lowered himself onto the car floor, kneeling between my legs. Those dark eyes of his are level with my glistening pussy, and I freeze, unsure what to do.
Marcus moves the hand that’s over mine and takes the piece of string from me, so he's in control of the egg. He doesn’t pull it out further, and the stretching combined with the intense vibrations are driving me insane.
I try to rock my hips, desperate to relieve even just the slightest bit of the ache that’s building, but he places his other hand on my thigh, holding me in place.
“You’re so fucking wet, Mio,” he growls, licking his lips.
“Please. More.” I can’t even form proper sentences, I just know that I need him to give me what I crave.
He chuckles, the corner of his lip tipping into that smirk that both infuriates me and turns me on, but before I can comment, he starts rolling the egg. At least, that’s what I think he’s doing.
The widest part is still stretching me, but he’s moving it in a way that’s doing it even more.
My moans become uninhibited and I’m panting frantically as only his hold on my hip stops me from rocking into the amazing feeling. Yet, still it’s not quite enough, and Marcus seems to know that.
“Tell me what you want, Mio. What does my beautiful little whore need?”
“You,” I breathe, dragging the word out like a plea.
“You have me.”
I shake my head frantically. “No. I need…more.”
“Use your words, love,” he snaps, his fingers digging into my thigh is a way that I know will leave bruises. Yet, unlike with Scott, I don’t care. I want this man to mark me, to make me his.
“Please, make me come,” I beg.
Marcus then quickly pulls the vibrating egg out. I go through a myriad of sensations as he does. The stretching and pleasant burning sensation worsens for a second, and then once the largest part is out, the vibrations become more intense around my clit, pushing me right to the edge of insanity.
Once the egg is all the way out, my core feels both numb and alive at the same time, yet there’s this awful empty sensation that I wasn’t expecting.
The constant vibrations have left my pussy feeling almost numb, yet it’s like everything is prickling with heightened sensitivity, and I know it won’t take much for me to come now. I just need Marcus to give me that little bit more.
“How do you want to come, Mio?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.
“However you choose. I meant what I said, I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
Wow, talk about speaking before thinking. I’m just putting it all out there today, aren’t I?!
Though, given the way Marcus’ face darkens as his eyes become hooded, it appears I’ve said the right thing. I watch in awe as he brings the egg to his lips and begins to suck my juices from the sex toy.
As soon as he tastes me, his eyes screw shut and he throws his head back with a groan. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that. I knew one taste of you would make me lose all fucking control.”
As his eyes fly open, he moves so quickly I can barely keep up. He throws the egg onto the seat beside me and grabs hold of my arse with both hands, pulling me a little further down the seat until both of my legs are hooked over his shoulders.
I barely have enough time for my gasp to slip free before he thrusts one of his long fingers into my soaking wet pussy. We both groan at the same time, mine turning into a longer moan when he adds a second finger.
His long digits stretch me in the most amazing way, and it’s mere seconds before my already sensitive pussy is building towards release.
“Oh, fuck. I’m so close,” I mewl, gasping for breath as he rocks his fingers in and out of me, stretching me with each thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight, Mio. Fuck, you would squeeze my cock like a vise.” His voice is so deep and gravelly, and I can hear the way he’s struggling to hold it together.
“Oh, please… Please, Marcus… Please, can I… Can I come?” I mumble in between desperate gasps for air.
“Do you want to come for me, slut? Do you want to come all over my fingers like a good little whore?” he asks, and I am nodding my head so much, I’m surprised my neck isn’t aching.
“Yes, yes… I want to come for you.”
Marcus pauses for a second, his fingers deep inside, and I’m sure he can feel my walls fluttering around him as I chase my release. He leans in closer until his lips are right over my clit, and he blows air on my sensitive nub, making me shiver and groan.
“This is supposed to be a punishment. Do you think you’ve been a good enough little slut for me to reward you?”
“Yes.” I can’t think clearly enough to say anything more.
“Beg me, slut,” he says as he starts to move his fingers again, curling them in just the right way that I see stars.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream, unable to say anything more.
To make things worse, that’s when Marcus presses his lips onto my flesh, flicking his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. My back arches as a desperate sound I’ve never made before is ripped from my throat.
“Please. P-please, Marcus. I need… I have to… Can I-I…come?” I beg, my voice becoming more high-pitched and frantic with every flick of his tongue.
He chuckles against my pussy, the vibration sending a tremble through me as I attempt to writhe around, his arm now wrapped around my leg, so that he can press his hand against my lower stomach, keeping me in place.
His fingers and tongue are like magic, and my whole body is on fire. Every nerve is crackling, and I’m teetering on the edge, mere seconds away from falling. I’m holding back as best I can, but won’t be able to for much longer.
“Hold on, love. You can do it,” he says in between slow licks through my slit.
“No, no, I can’t. I need…I need to come. Please. Please. I’ll be your good little slut. I’ll do anything you want. I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, just, please, let me come.”
I’m not even sure what the hell I’m saying anymore. All I know is my begging is becoming more frantic as I struggle to keep control over my body.
I’m barely aware of anything going on around me until I feel the car come to a stop and the engine turns off, which means we’re home. Any second now, Miles is going to open the door and this will be over.
Suddenly, the very real possibility that Marcus might leave me in this state hits me, and I begin to panic.
“Please. Please. Can I come? Can I come? I’ll be good, just for you. I’ll be your slut. I need to come now. Please.”
Each word becomes more desperate, and Marcus continues pushing his fingers deep into my pussy like he’s not heard a word I said.
I reach over and grab hold of his hair, pulling at the dark strands to the point I’m sure it’s hurting him, but he doesn’t seem to care. He continues licking and sucking my clit, whilst fingering my pussy with increasing speed.
“Come. Now!” He mumbles the words against my clit, but I hear them loud and clear.
As soon as I hear the instruction, my body follows the command.
Every muscle tenses before my orgasm hits me like a fucking truck. My body twitches and spasms as my walls clamp down on his fingers, getting wetter with each moan that rips from my throat.
I cry out as my release rips through my body. My grip on Marcus’ hair tightens as my thighs practically squash his head between them. I’m sure my walls are clamped so tightly around his fingers, he couldn’t remove them even if he wanted to.
As I look down, Marcus is staring up at me, his tongue out as he gently flicks it over my clit. His dark eyes are hooded, and he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I don’t even think he’s blinking, not wanting to miss a moment of my orgasm.
When the last ripples of my release finally work their way out of my system, I’m panting as I try to claw back some much needed air, but my body finally begins to relax. Marcus pulls his fingers out of my exhausted pussy, making me wince at how empty I feel when they’re gone.
I watch with a smile on my face as he lazily licks them clean, making sure to get every drop of me off them. He then leans down, that cocky smirk on his face as he drags his tongue along the length of my slit, making me shiver.
“Now I’ve tasted you, there’s no going back. You’re mine,” he growls.
His words both terrify me and make my heart soar. All I’ve ever wanted is for him to want me, I’m just not sure he means it in the same way I do.
This will only ever be about sex for him, whereas I’m ready to give him all of me, even though I’ll get my heart broken in the process.