25. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Vic
I have never been more turned on than I am from the way Tanner takes complete control. He’s usually so laid back, ready with a joke to make light of any situation. Now, he’s very serious and utterly in charge. Most of the time, I’m more dominant in bed, though I’ve known for a while that I’m a switch. It’s just that being submissive, for me, requires a huge amount of trust, and as I meet Tanner’s glittering brown eyes, I know I have enough with him to let him take control.
I nod, accepting his statement. Then, he picks up his tie and my heart speeds as I wonder what he intends to do with it.
I watch it apprehensively as he brings it closer.
“Do you think you can handle it if I blindfold you?” he asks.
“Blindfold?” I repeat, because I’m not certain I heard him right. He brings the tie to my face and brushes the silk against my cheek.
“Yes. You see, I have this feeling, if I don’t do something, you’re going to try to take control at some point.” He pauses to kiss me. “And I have been waiting and thinking about this night for almost eight years. Tonight, I am in charge.”
I lay my hands on his cheeks, the softness of that beard beneath my palms. I search his eyes for a moment before pressing my lips to his. Then I sit back and say, “Okay.”
He places the wide end of the tie over my eyes, tying it in a knot on the side of my head.
“Are you all right?” he asks when he’s done.
I swallow, but nod. “It’s hard for me to give up control.”
“I know, baby. But you’re doing so good. You’re being a very good girl. And do you know what good girls get?”
My lips curl up into a smile. “I hope you’re going to say we get presents.”
He kisses me, speaking softly against my lips. “Good girls get whatever they want.”
“Anything?” I ask, breathless.
“Anything.”
I shift my hips, trying to relieve the ache there. It doesn’t help. Then Tanner kisses my cheek and his hands come to rest on my waist below the hem of my pyjama shirt.
“I’ll go slow. Stop me if you need to.”
“How? Shouldn’t we have a safe word or something?”
His hands slip up the inside of my shirt along my sides, pulling it up. “We’re not going to do anything too crazy tonight, Vic. If you want me to stop, just say stop.”
My shirt comes off in the next second and it’s awkward for the first moment as I sit there, topless, unable to see anything. Does he like what he sees? Is he impressed? Happy? Underwhelmed?
I don’t have to worry for longer than two seconds before his tongue licks one stiff nipple. I moan and arch toward him, his hands on my back urging me closer. I thread my fingers into his hair, holding him to me as he licks and sucks and bites softly.
His hands slide down my back to the top of my pyjama pants and I lift myself up so he can slide them off me. When my ass touches the tabletop again, I’m acutely conscious of the fact that I’m naked, blindfolded, and completely at his mercy.
And yet, when his hands stroke up my legs, urging them further apart, I do exactly as he’s requesting and spread my thighs.
When he lifts his head from my breast, I try to hold him in place. He chuckles, taking my hands from his hair and placing them on the table behind me.
“I’m going to move you into position, baby,” he says as he shifts my ass closer to the edge of the table. “I want you to stay there and not move.”
He lifts one of my legs, placing my foot on something hard—the arm of the chair I had been sitting on. He lifts my other leg and does the same thing, setting it on his chair, so I’m spread wide for his gaze.
“Victoria Marcus,” he says, and my whole body heats at the sound of my name combined with his. “What is this I see? A flower tattoo, a butterfly tattoo, and pink toenails?”
“It’s not a butterfly,” I say. “It’s a moth. Don’t you see the comb-like antennae?”
He chuckles. “I stand corrected. Either way, it’s pretty. I would never have expected something so girly from you.” His hands travel softly along my skin—over my hip and pelvic bone where the flower tattoo is on my right side, then further up my sides to my ribcage, right under my breasts where the moth is on my left. He continues on to cup my face, bringing me toward him for a kiss.
“What did you expect?” I ask between kisses.
“I didn’t expect more tattoos. I knew about this one.” His hand drops to my right calf where a cute watercolour triceratops is in pink, purple, and blue. “I really wasn’t sure if you’d have more. As for your nails, I thought your toenails would match your fingers. A classic French manicure.”
I grin. “How do you know what a French manicure is?”
He kisses my jaw. “I have a bunch of nieces and two sisters, Vic. I’m the youngest sibling. I was subjected to all kinds of tortures growing up, including manicures.”
All along my skin, I feel his body, the clothes he still wears. His buttons slide against me, and I want to lift my legs to wrap around him, pull him closer to my aching core, but I do as he has instructed and remain still.
“You’re such a good girl, Vic,” he tells me.
I whimper when he says that, partly because the words are ones I crave, but also because he’s pulled away again and is no longer touching me at all.
“Tanner?” I ask, and I hear the tremor in my voice.
“I’m here, baby. Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You can lower to your elbows, or all the way to your back, but don’t sit up. If you’re good, I’ll make you come. If you’re not, I’ll stop.” He pauses and I have no idea what he’s doing. Is he taking off his clothes? Is he just looking at me, spread out before him like his own personal feast?
“Vic.” He says my name like a prayer and I shiver because his breath is on the inside of my thigh. Then his lips are there, pressing a kiss to my flesh before turning his head to kiss the other leg. “You are the most exquisite thing I have ever seen in my life, do you know that?”
“No, I—” But what I am flies from my mind as his tongue licks slowly from my cunt to my clit. “Oh, god,” I say and I sit up before I can think better of it.
Tanner immediately stops his magic tongue.
“I’m sorry,” I cry, leaning back on my hands again.
He chuckles. “There are no punishments tonight, Vic.”
“You not touching me is a punishment. Please make me come. I need you.”
“Well, when you ask so nicely.” His tongue is back, and it really is magic. He licks and sucks, changing what he’s doing from long slow licks to focusing on my clit, learning my body.
I lean further back, shifting my hips closer to him, rocking against his face as he devours me, moaning and gasping at every little flick of his tongue. After a few minutes of this, one of his hands wraps around my hips and presses down on my pelvis, keeping me in place. The other hand strokes along my thigh, closer and closer to my pussy. His tongue never stops working, lapping against me as though he’s starving. His fingers brush against my opening, stroking on the outside, driving me completely insane with the need to be filled with something. No matter how much I shift or beg, he keeps licking my clit, and his fingers never go deeper than his first knuckle.
“Are you close, baby?” he asks.
“I’d be closer if you put your fingers inside me,” I all but growl.
He laughs. “Is my good girl frustrated?”
“Yes!”
He licks me again, then two of his fingers fill me and I clench around them.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as he starts pumping those fingers in and out of me while continuing to lick my clit. “Yes. I’m close. Please don’t stop. Please.”
The pleasure continues to build and I’m starting to wonder if it’s ever going to break when he sucks on my clit and curls his fingers, finding the spot inside me that few have ever found. My whole body tightens as the orgasm washes through me. I moan loud and long as I shudder and shake.
I’m not sure when I’d laid back far enough that my arms are no longer supporting me. The table isn’t quite big enough and my head rests against the wall, which is slightly uncomfortable, but the orgasm I just had makes everything else feel like bliss.
“You look pleased,” Tanner says, and I realize he’s not touching me again.
“I am. What are you doing?”
“Taking off my pants,” he says, sounding smug.
“May I see now?” When he doesn’t answer immediately, I say, “Please?”
“Go ahead, baby.”
I remove the tie from around my eyes, raising to my elbows again. I haven’t moved my feet from the arms of the chairs, so I’m still spread for him. He can fuck me right here on this table if he wants to. Looking him over, he’s ready to do exactly that.
I’ve seen him without a shirt a bunch of times over the last couple months, so it comes as no surprise that his shoulders are broad and strong, his waist trim, his stomach flat. But what has my attention right now is the large cock, hard and pointing straight at me.
“You look pretty pleased, yourself, Mr. Marcus,” I say.
He smirks at me. “I’m about to be even more pleased, Mrs. Marcus.” Then he grows serious again. “I have a condom. One. I always have one with me. But I didn’t bring any more.”
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. Get over here.”
He takes the two steps toward me and pulls me up so my chest is pressed against his, before he claims my mouth again, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. His cock presses into my pussy. He guides himself in, and I sigh as he fills me.
“Tanner, you’re—” I cut off with a gasp as he holds my hips, pulling out to thrust back in.
“I’m what, baby?” he asks before kissing me at the base of my ear.
I moan as he thrusts again. One of his arms wraps around me and he plants that hand on the table behind my ass. The other hand snakes up my back to grip my braid, gently pulling so my head tilts up, giving him access to my neck. I’m wrapped around him as he starts pumping into me in a steady rhythm. He kisses my throat, my shoulder, leaning over me. With every thrust, the table rocks, hitting the wall with a soft thud.
“Tanner. I need more. Harder.”
He gives it to me. He may be in charge, but whatever I want, he’s going to give me. He pounds into me so hard, the table bangs against the wall. Then he lifts me off it like I weigh nothing, turning us and setting me on the bed without pulling his cock from my greedy cunt. He lays me back so now my ass is on the edge of the bed and he holds my legs, ramming into me over and over. I clutch the bedding, anchoring myself to meet his thrusts, my boobs bouncing, my eyes closing as I chase a second orgasm.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he says, and like the good girl I am, I obey.
He smiles at me, a smile that tells me he knows why I opened my eyes. We stay like that, staring at each other, as his thrusts start to take on a frenzied edge.
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
Immediately, I lift a hand to my mouth, but he grabs it and sucks my fingers into his own instead, getting them wet before placing my fingers over my clit where I rub circles, watching him watch me. It’s so fucking hot that I’m riding that pleasure wave a second later, crashing over it into my second orgasm after another couple of thrusts. It rushes through me, stripping me of all my walls, all my insecurities, all my doubts. It’s so strong, I practically black out. Distantly, I hear Tanner’s groan as he comes as well, right after me.
When I regain a semblance of consciousness, Tanner is lying next to me, his chest heaving, his hand travelling along my arm until he takes the hand that’s lying still over my pussy. He brings it to his mouth and licks all my cum from my fingers.
“You taste amazing, Vic,” he says.
I’m watching him. I can’t seem to stop. He looks incredibly… smug.
“What?” I say, stroking a finger along his jaw.
“What do you mean, what?” he asks, reaching across my body to caress my arm and pull me onto my side so we’re facing each other.
I tangle my legs with his and press a kiss to his lips, leaning back again with a smile. “The way you’re looking at me. You’re looking very pleased with yourself.”
“That’s because I made you come twice. You’re all flushed and satisfied, and I did that. Your husband.”
“You sure are full of yourself.” I roll further over so I’m lying on his chest, his arms wrapped around me. “Why did you move us to the bed?”
He rubs the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “I was worried we were going to put a hole in the wall. I didn’t want to have to pay to fix it.”
I drop my head onto his chest as my body shakes with laughter. His arms tighten around me as he joins me. It feels so light and easy with him, and so right.
“You want to go for a shower or something before we go to sleep?” he asks, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair that’s come loose from my braid.
I shake my head and kiss him again because I’m so full of hope and warm feelings and I think back on the contract negotiation. I’m not sure if this thing between us can last forever, but I’m excited to try.