Chapter Seventeen
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Marilyn didn’t have an emotional commitment to sex, but Cash had stirred something inside her, and she was feeling that same, unfamiliar ‘something’ with Sam. The drive to the building in which Sam worked was made in silence, but the chemistry between them was palpable. Once inside his office suite, he led her down a long corridor to an impressive door with a brass plaque announcing his name. Pulling keys from his pocket, he opened it up and ushered her inside.
Her father’s corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows was in a Century City high-rise on the outskirts of Beverly Hills. It was elegant, bold, and impressive, but Sam’s put it to shame. His suite boasted a full sitting room at one end, with Sam’s large desk at the other. An expansive, uncluttered section separated the two areas, allowing the spectacular view to envelope the large room.
“Wow,” she exclaimed as she entered. “Just, wow.”
“It works,” Sam replied casually. “Would you care for a drink?”
“Vodka if you’ve got it, or whiskey, I don’t really care.”
As he moved to the bar near the sitting room and splashed whiskey in a glass, she wandered across to the windows. Turning, she saw him pause his step, not knowing he was imagining her bent over with her palms on the glass.
“I think you’re bored, Marilyn,” he remarked, finally walking forward and handing her the drink. “I think that’s your biggest problem. It’s why you drink too much, have crazy ideas and chase them capriciously, and you probably have too much sex with too many men. It’s why you’re here with me now, because you’re bored.”
Taking a gulp, she shook herself as the welcoming heat seared down her throat, then stared back at him.
“You might be right, but quite frankly I don’t care. I’m here because you’re sexy as hell, Sam Reed. It’s no more complicated than that.”
“Interesting, I’m flattered. Even in defeat you’re a fighter, and that makes you sexy as hell to me, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still bored You’re also mixed up and a brat.”
“If I’m a brat...then...” she purred, letting her voice trail off.
“Then you need a spanking.”
She felt the familiar butterflies burst to life in her stomach, then watched, curious, as Sam strode to his desk.
“Do you have a box of tricks in your desk?”
“More like, tools of the trade,” he replied, opening a locked drawer.
As he walked back to her, she spied a round leather paddle in one hand, and a black satin scarf in the other. A quiver of nervousness rippled through her body.
“Put your drink down,” he instructed as he neared.
There was a small decorative table nearby. Pulse quickening, she carefully placed the heavy crystal tumbler on one of the coasters.
“You’re doing as you’re told,” he remarked. “I can’t believe it. Perhaps you’re not such a brat after all.”
“I’m just misunderstood.”
“You become more interesting every second,” he grinned. “Bend over and place your palms flat against the window.”
Turning around and following his instructions, she gazed out at the lights of Manhattan, but before she could truly enjoy the stunning view the scarf was slipped across her eyes.
“Why did you do that? I wanted to look at the view.”
“You don’t get to ask any more questions,” he replied sternly, tying a secure knot behind her head.
“And if I have one?”
“That’s two extra swats. You were going to get ten, now it’s a dozen.”
She was tempted to respond, but thought better of it, focusing instead on the warm wetness between her legs, and the carnal desire sweeping through her body.
* * *
Sam was about to lift her skirt, but decided to unzip it and let it drop around her ankles. It would not only prevent her from kicking back, he enjoyed the look of it. Shimmying the tight skirt over her backside, he smiled happily as he discovered she was wearing skimpy panties, a black garter belt and stockings.
“How did you know I love these?” he asked, pulling on one of the elastic garters and snapping it back.
“Ouch, I didn’t, I just like wearing them,” she quipped. “I had no idea I’d end up with you tonight. Consider yourself lucky.”
“Really? You’re going to be facetious?”
“I’m just calling it like I see it.”
“I think you might be a little less defiant very soon.”
“If you say so,” she sighed, tossing her head.
“When I’m finished,” he continued, deciding to ignore the provocative remark, “you’re going to thank me, then count out loud to ten. While you’re counting I’ll decide if I’m going to fuck you or have you blow me. That decision will be based entirely upon the sincerity of your appreciation. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“Your hands don’t leave the glass,” he instructed, deepening his voice, then holding his favorite implement inches from his target, he raised it in the air and slapped it down—hard.
“Shit! That hurts!”
“I don’t need the commentary,” he said brusquely, following it quickly with a second.
He saw her bite her lower lip, then tensed as if bracing for the third. It landed slightly lower than the first two. She wriggled and let out a yelp. The fourth followed, he paused, then delivered the fifth and sixth.
“Very nice,” he commented, running his hand across her tanned backside. “It’s remarkable how lovely an ass looks when it’s changing from pale white to blushing pink. It’s time to check your wetness. Let’s see just how much you like this.”
She moaned at his comment, then squirmed against his probing fingers as he slithered them inside her swollen pussy lips.
“Yes, your pussy is drooling. I hope, for your sake, you’ll be very grateful for this attention.”
Stepping back, he resumed his task, swatting her twice in quick succession. She let out a cry, squirmed, then settled. Two followed in the same spot, and he knew it took all her self-control not to let out a resounding howl.
“Four to go. These will be slow and steady and quite a bit harder,” he warned. “If you move your hands from the glass, I’ll start again, so unless you want a scorched behind, I suggest you keep them exactly where they are. Understood?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Understood.”
With practiced precision, he delivered the four strokes with a slow, forceful rhythm, and though she gyrated and groaned, she did not cry out, or squeal or complain. When he’d finished, he stepped back to review his handiwork.
“One, two, three…”
As she began to count, he knew her ass was on fire, and she probably longed to put her hands behind her and soothe the stinging heat, but she continued without moving.
“…eight, nine, ten. Sam, thank you so much. Thank you for bringing me up here to spank me, especially considering our dinner conversation.”
“That was very agreeable,” he remarked, quickly removing his trousers and boxer shorts. “You deserve the pleasure of my cock.”
Stepping behind her, he ran his fingertips over her hot backside, then held his cock at her entrance and thrust into her passage.
“Sam, that feels so good.”
“You want it harder?” .
“Yes, yes, I do, please.”
“You mean like this?” he asked, plunging forward and pumping with gusto.
“Yes, yes.”
“Only for a moment,” he declared, suddenly slowing.
He loved to tease.
He loved to hear them groan and beg.
He loved the power and control.
It was obvious Marilyn had bucked authority for years. She was so damn hot she’d probably called the shots her entire life, but it wasn’t what she really wanted…a man to put her firmly in her place, and made her behave.
As he suddenly rammed his rod, her wails of joy echoed through the suite, but just as he had teased her before, he leisurely brought back his pace.
“Sam,” she bleated, “please…I’m so fucking close I can’t stand it.”
“I’m not sure you deserve any pleasure after planning to write such a despicable book.”
“I’m sorry. Really, I am. You’re right,” she admitted, panting and tremulous. “I don’t know why I have these crazy schemes.”
“I told you why, because you’re bored,” he declared, continuing to leisurely move his cock in and out. “You’re not bored now though, right?”
“Of course not.”
Slipping his hand underneath her belly, he pressed his finger against her clit, rubbing it fervently until she was at the edge.
“Sam, I’m there, I can’t hold back!”
“Will you behave?” he asked, dropping his hand away.
“I will, I swear it, I will.”
Moving his hand and grasping her hip, he began pummeling her pussy as he stared at her gorgeous, crimson cheeks. He toyed with the idea of making her wait even longer, but his cock was telling him it was time. Fucking her with gusto, he rode her until he was gushing his essence and listening to her euphoric cries, but his climax soon waned, and her wails faded into whimpers. As she leaned her face against the glass, he slipped out and moved quickly to his bathroom.
* * *
Sliding down the window, Marilyn collapsed on the hardwood floor. She was utterly spent and completely confused. Not only was she awash with the unfamiliar need to be held and cuddled, the desire was even greater than it had been with Cash. Making her way to the couch, she curled herself up into a ball, but hearing a noise, she raised her head. Sam was nearby and pulling on his trousers.
“Sam, please will you hold me?”
“Sure,” he said, sitting down and letting her crawl into his lap. “Where is that spitfire I met?”
“She’s sleeping.”
“You’re a very complex woman,” he murmured, “but isn’t this who you really want to be? Soft and yielding and fulfilled?”
“Is that what I am right now?” she asked, the thought completely unfamiliar.
“Aren’t you?”
“I guess so,” she muttered with a sigh, and closing her eyes, she surrendered to the strong arms around her.
Though he was enjoying the intimate moment, Sam needed to get home. The fervor of the week leading up to the concert had drained him, and if he was to recover his energy and deal with the craziness of the next few days, he needed to sleep for at least eight hours.
“Time to get you back, young lady,” he said firmly, trying to make her sit up.
“Why don’t you stay at the hotel with me?” she said softly, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. “It’s so close.”
“I need sleep, and I doubt I’d get much of that if I accepted your kind invitation.”
“Can I use your bathroom before we leave?”
“Sure, it’s through that door to the side of my desk.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
As he watched her slowly stand up and glide across the room, he had to admire her. She had her father’s brains, she was a knockout, and she was tough. It was a powerful combination, but her lack of boundaries was disturbing, and a loose cannon in Cash Colt’s world was not a good thing. Moving off the couch, and walking across to his desk to pick up his keys and cell phone, an idea suddenly came to mind. The bathroom door opened, and looking at her, he nodded his head.
“Come here tomorrow,” he declared. “Be here at eleven sharp. I have a proposition for you.”
“That sounds intriguing, but why don’t you just tell me now?”
“I haven’t worked out all the details yet, just be here,” he said sternly, taking her by the elbow and guiding her out the door.
“I wouldn’t miss it. I love a good mystery.”
* * *
In the back of the bus, Becky was resting against Cody’s chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. Still dressed, they’d fallen on the bed, stuffed from the gourmet meal her father had prepared, and slightly buzzed from the expensive wine he’d insisted they share.
“I can’t wait until Friday,” she said happily. “I’m so excited about going to Dallas.”
But her voice sounded far away, and Cash knew he was descending into a deep sleep, one he couldn’t fight.
“You poor thing, you must be past the point of exhaustion,” she murmured. “It’s hard to believe you were performing in front of thousands of people last night, and you came all the way here just to see me.”
Though he wanted to respond, the need to rest was overcoming the desire for anything else.
“You told me who you are, but you really don’t know who I am,” she breathed. “You think you do, but you don’t, and I’m scared.”
He wanted to reassure her, tell her there was nothing she could say that would change his feelings, but as he tried to open his eyes, they grew heavier.
“I wish you were staying,” she continued softly. “I’d take you out to my special place on the lake. You’d love it there. It’s a small, deserted cabin. Roy and I found it and fixed it up. It’s so peaceful and quiet.”
Closing her eyes and drifting off, she hoped she wouldn’t be judged too harshly by the man who had stolen her heart.