Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
marlowe
S hortly after six, he leaves to have dinner with his mother and brother.
I share a quiet meal with Mrs. Calder, then head up to my room and crack open a textbook. Last month I started reading books assigned by my professors to get a jumpstart on grad school.
Curled up in my desk chair, I try to finish the chapter I started yesterday. But I can’t concentrate. The words on the page keep blurring together as thoughts of Gunner infest my brain.
Finally I give up, snap the book closed and turn on the TV. I surf channels until I find a suspense thriller on HBO Max. I half watch the movie, keeping my ears trained for the sound of Gunner returning home.
Around ten o’clock, I hear the low rumble of his voice downstairs. Every nerve ending in my body sparks to life, propelling me to my feet. I hurry across the room and press my ear to the door, listening as Gunner talks to Mr. Leland. I’m too far away to make out their words until I hear him tell the butler goodnight.
Heart racing like a bullet, I lean back against the door and close my eyes.
I don’t want to spend the night apart from Gunner. I have to go to him, make things right between us. And I know a good way to start.
Before I lose my courage and talk myself out of it, I strip naked and slip into a short satin robe. Leaving my hair loose around my shoulders, I take a deep breath and then make my way through the silent house to the south wing.
I reach Gunner’s master suite and pause at the double doors, listening for any sound from within. Hearing nothing, I slowly turn the knob and enter. Both the bedroom and sitting room are empty.
Following the sound of running water, I pad across the enormous suite to reach a set of French doors that open to the master bathroom.
Gunner is in there. Showering. Naked. Wet. Hot. Pissed off.
As my pulse kicks up another notch, I silently count to ten and then slip inside the luxurious room.
My breath catches sharply when I see him.
He’s standing in the huge black marble shower with a dozen rainfall shower heads and multiple jets. His face is lifted to the hot spray and his eyes are closed, water sluicing down his muscled body.
My nipples tighten as I stare at his bulging biceps and wide shoulders, his V-shaped torso arrowing down to that amazing ass. His cock hangs heavy between his powerful thighs, heating my core with scorchingly explicit memories of our lovemaking.
As if sensing my hungry appraisal, he opens his eyes and turns his head. When he sees me standing there, he goes completely still, staring at me through the swirling steam.
Without breaking eye contact, I slide my robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Gunner’s eyes blaze a path over my breasts and my stomach before settling on my triangle of dark curls. The hunger in his gaze is unmistakable. But he doesn’t say a word, just watches me open the glass door and step inside the steamy enclosure that could easily fit a whole football team.
The falling water tingles as it hits my aroused body. I move silently toward Gunner and curl my arms around his neck, pressing my naked breasts against his chest. I feel him shiver, his cock twitching against my belly.
“Marlowe.” His voice is a dark rumble, breath raspy. “What’re you doing?”
“What do you think?” I catch his full bottom lip between my teeth, tugging softly and then dipping my tongue into his mouth for a slow, sensual kiss.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warns.
“Too late. I’m already burning.” Staring into his eyes, I slowly sink to my knees in front of him.
He watches intently as I slide my hand down his lickable abs, trailing my fingers over the ripped muscles. His beautiful cock rises before my eyes, stretching and swelling to its very impressive size.
He sucks in a harsh breath when I wrap my fingers around him, circling the broad head with my thumb. My hand looks so tiny against his straining thickness. It’s both fascinating and arousing.
I tilt my head to look up at him, watching as he slicks back his wet black hair, his chest rising and falling with his jagged breathing. He’s so sexy I almost can’t take it.
Keeping my eyes on his gorgeous face, I tighten my hand around the base of his cock just before my mouth covers the tip.
“Fuck,” he hisses, spearing his fingers into my hair.
“You like that?” I whisper seductively.
“Hell, yes.” His voice is a tight rasp that makes me feel gloriously empowered. He’s under my control for once, mine to do with as I please.
I circle him with my tongue, exhilarated by the way his thighs clench before he locks his knees, bracing himself. His lashes are lowered to watch me, stormy blue eyes blazing as I slide my mouth down his hard shaft, my lips stretched wide around his girth.
He groans hoarsely, his hand gripping my hair at the base of my skull. Reveling in his response, I cup his heavy balls, squeezing and stroking and rolling them against my palm.
He shudders and flexes his hips, pushing his big cock farther into my mouth. I moan around the luscious fullness, loving the pulse of his veins on my tongue. Cupping his ass with my other hand, I swallow more of him, deep-throating as much as I can without choking.
“Fuck, Marlowe.” His head falls back as he closes his eyes, his features strained.
I bob up and down his veiny length, my hand curled around the three or four inches I couldn’t fit in my mouth. He groans my name again, his abs contracting as I hollow my cheeks to suck him harder. He swells even more, leaking salty precum onto my tongue. His pleasure, so raw and elemental, ramps up my need to an almost obscene level. Never have I enjoyed giving a blowjob so much.
“So good,” I moan, licking and circling his swollen head. “You’re so damn big. I’m going to suck every last drop of cum out of you.”
“Goddamn, baby.” Fisting both hands in my hair, Gunner takes control and starts thrusting between my lips.
I moan my approval as he stares down at me, his eyes wild with savage lust. I know what an erotic vision I make on my knees before him, my lips wrapped around his cock as he fucks my wet mouth. I know he’s fantasized about this exact scenario, because I’ve done the same thing.
“Fuck, Marlowe, the way you look right now,” he rasps darkly, confirming my thoughts. “Don’t wake me if I’m dreaming.”
I smile and then moan as he slams his cock deeper, hitting the back of my throat. The look on his face is fierce and primal, heightening my arousal as my pussy throbs, my nails digging into his ass cheek.
“Yes,” I whimper breathlessly. “I want you, baby. Come for me.”
Clenching his jaw, he holds my head between his hands and gives one last deep thrust. His hips lock against my mouth before he jerks and groans helplessly, coming so hard I feel it down to the marrow of my bones.
Thick hot semen spills over my tongue, flooding my throat. I swallow greedily, loving the musky taste and texture of him as he shudders against me, eyes closed, chest heaving with ragged breaths. The pure ecstasy on his face thrills me to the core.
When I’ve sucked him dry as promised, he releases my hair and drags his cock out of my mouth. I lick my lips, gazing up at him until he pulls me to my feet and kisses me, his mouth a searing brand in the cascading water.
My pulse pounds as he slowly backs me up against the marble wall and hooks one of my legs over his elbow. Watching my face through the hot mist, he thumbs my aching clit and curls two fingers inside, fucking me with them before finding my G-spot.
That’s all it takes for me to break apart, sobbing his name.
He thrusts his fingers in and out of my slickness until the orgasmic spasms ebb away, leaving me limp and flushed. Then he drops his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling as steam swirls around us.
“You have an incredible, amazing mouth,” he rumbles, staring at my parted lips. “I could fuck it all night and still not get enough.”
“Oh my,” I breathe, my pussy rippling at his carnal words.
Drawing my leg around his hip, he grinds slowly against me, sliding his cock back and forth along my slit. He’s already getting hard again, and the thought excites me like nothing else.
“Gunner,” I whisper. “I need you to fuck me. Please .”
Lifting his head, he pushes a button on the touchscreen interface on the wall. Across the room, the gargantuan soaking tub starts filling with water.
I grin up at him. “The marvels of modern technology.”
“Mmm.” He bends to nuzzle my neck, his hands hot and slick on my skin as he caresses my hips and thighs. I arch back with a moan when he cups my breasts, teasing my nipples with his teeth and tongue as tingles explode through my body.
When the tub is full, he turns off the water and takes my hand, tugging me out of the shower. As he steers me behind him—away from the tub—our dripping bodies track water across the marble floor that I mopped two days ago.
“Gunner—” I start, but he cuts me off with a look.
“You’re going to learn what happens when you make me jealous, Marlowe.” His voice is low and dangerous, sending a thrill of both anticipation and fear through me.
He leads me out of the bathroom and into the sprawling bedroom. Before I can draw my next breath, he tosses me down on the bed. I land with a bounce, my wet hair slapping my face.
Heart beating rabbit-fast, I watch as he crosses to the walk-in closet and disappears inside. Seconds later, he reemerges with a long blue vibrator and a leather paddle.
My eyes widen, a mix of excitement and nerves pulsing through my veins as he prowls toward me, his cock bobbing with every step.
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “W-What’re you?—”
“You don’t get to torture me all day and then waltz back in here like nothing happened.” He climbs onto the bed like a stalking panther, his eyes dark with intent. “You need to be taught a lesson.”
My breath catches as a heady rush of excitement sweeps through me. “What, um, what kind of lesson?”
“The kind you won’t ever forget.” He crawls over my body and holds himself there with the hard imprint of his cock on my belly. I can’t resist reaching down to grasp it, giving him several long strokes as he watches me under his black lashes.
“How bad do you want me to fuck you?” he murmurs.
“Do you even have to ask?” I shamelessly grind myself against him. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Tell me,” he commands. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Gunner. Want it so fucking bad.”
He pulls my hand off his cock and lowers his face until our mouths are almost touching, two water droplets dripping from his wet hair to fall on my lips.
“If you want me to fuck you,” he whispers silkily, “don’t come until I say so.”
Even in that moment, with every part of my body screaming to be penetrated, I feel my chin tilt up in defiance. “What if I come without your permission? How would you know without being inside me?”
His expression darkens as if he’s insulted. “You think I can’t tell when you come, Marlowe? You think I haven’t already memorized the way your eyes go all hazy before rolling back into your head? The way your nostrils flare and your teeth sink into your bottom lip? The way your stomach quivers and your thighs shake? You think those images haven’t been seared into my fucking brain? You actually think you can hide an orgasm from me?”
“G-Guess not,” I mumble.
His eyes drill into mine. “You don’t come until I say you can come,” he warns darkly. “Do you understand?”
I nod quickly, breathless and trembling.
He lifts away from me and sits back on his heels. Pulse hammering, I watch him pick up the vibrator and turn it on, the low hum filling the room. He trails it lightly over my body, teasing my breasts, my stomach and my thighs, each pass making me squirm and gasp.
“Spread your legs a little more. That’s it.” He brushes the toy over my clit and I cry out, my hips bucking against the electric sensation.
His eyes darken with satisfaction. Slowly, deliberately, he circles the tip of the vibrator around my clit, never quite applying the pressure I need to find release. Before long I’m going wild, my breaths coming in short gasps, hands clutching the sheets beneath me.
“Please, Gunner,” I whimper, my body arching toward him, crazed for his touch. Hungry for his cock.
He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “Not yet,” he rumbles, the words sending hot tingles down my spine. He slides the vibrator lower, teasing my entrance before moving back up to my hard clit, keeping me on the edge but never letting me fall over.
My frustration grows like a furnace being stoked, my body thrumming until I’m nearly climbing out of my skin. When I move to touch myself, Gunner seizes my wrists, pinning them above my head with one big hand. The ruthless dominance in his eyes makes my heart race even faster.
“Do I need to tie you down?” he growls.
“N-No.” I close my eyes, my breath hitching. “But I . . . I don’t think?—”
“Who fucking told you to think?”
I swallow a whimper, my toes curling.
He continues his torment, the vibrator buzzing against my dripping pussy in maddeningly light touches.
My hips twist against his hand, searching for the friction I so desperately crave. But he denies me, holding me firmly in place as my heart thunders in my ears, the tightness in my pussy and clit downright painful.
Just when I think I can’t take another second without exploding, he flips me over on all fours. My sodden hair hangs over my face as I look back at him, watching as he drags the paddle across the swell of my ass. The leather is cool, a stark contrast to my heated skin. I instinctively tense up, anticipation heightening my senses.
The first strike is sharp, making me gasp.
He pauses to let me recover, demanding gruffly, “Are you okay?”
Some foolish spark of defiance makes me hiss, “That all you got?”
The punishment is swift, three hard smacks against my ass that have me arching and crying out, pain mingling with unexpected pleasure.
“Little brat. That smart mouth of yours will be your downfall.” He delivers a series of firm, measured smacks, careful never to hit me in the same spot more than a few times.
I’ve never been spanked before, let alone with a paddle. The punishment leaves me panting and moaning, my skin burning with each impact. Tears sting my eyes, the ache in my core intensifying until wetness drips from my slick folds and my thighs burn like they’re on fire.
By the time he stops, my ass is bright red and throbbing. But I’m way past the point of caring. I need release like never before, need him to send me crashing over the edge into pure sexual oblivion.
He flips me over again, his eyes glittering with feral triumph as he takes in my desperate, half-crazed state.
“See what happens when you play games with me?” he growls low.
“Yes,” I whimper, hips writhing as I ogle his cock. It stands out from his body, straight as a spear and granite hard. I want him inside me with an intensity that’s almost obscene. The man’s got me feeling and acting like a dick-crazed little whore.
“Please, Gunner, I just need to?—”
“Not yet,” he repeats, bringing the vibrator back to my clit.
He teases me relentlessly, luring me to the brink again and again, only to pull away at the last second. My hungry moans turn into mewling cries as the toy’s pulsating vibrations drive me closer and closer to that wondrous, dazzling edge. I’m a writhing hot mess, every cell in my body begging for sweet relief. But he keeps me there, teetering on the precipice of orgasm until I’m nearly delirious with need.
“Did he touch you?” he whispers against my panting mouth.
I stare up at him in dazed confusion. “Who?”
“Your fucking date. Did he touch you?” Gunner presses the vibrator harder against my clit, making me groan. “Did you let him kiss you?”
I shake my head quickly. “ No ?—”
He turns the dial up a notch. “Don’t lie to me.”
“He didn’t kiss me, I swear!”
“Hmm.” Gunner eases just the tip of the vibrator inside me, watching my pussy suck at it, demanding the whole length. “Did you want him to kiss you?”
“No,” I gasp. “I don’t kiss on the first date.”
“You kissed me.”
My body flushes. “Only you, Gunner. Only you.”
His eyes darken, something like pleasure flickering through the molten blue depths before he murmurs, “Good girl.”
I half expect to be rewarded with a reprieve. But he continues torturing me, alternating between the vibrator and his skilled hands and mouth. He pinches my sore nipples, eliciting a wild cry before he soothes the sting with soft kisses. My skin burns from his fingers trailing a path down my stomach, leaving my muscles quivering.
When he finally slides a finger inside me, I scream with pleasure, my hips bucking against his hand. He rumbles his approval and adds a second finger, twisting and plunging until my walls clench in agony.
“Please, Gunner,” I cry, my voice breaking. “I can’t . . . I can’t take it anymore!”
“You can and you will.” He pulls his soaked fingers out of me, ignoring my whimper of protest as he moves down, spreading my legs wider before he kisses my inner thighs. His breath is hot against my hypersensitive skin, the soft rasp of his beard stubble almost too much to bear.
I squirm beneath him as he licks and nibbles his way closer to my core, never quite touching me where I need it the most. My entire body is a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release, my blood burning hotter with every agonizing second he denies me an orgasm.
Finally he presses his mouth to my needy pussy, running his tongue along my slit. My moan is loud and uninhibited, my fingers clawing through his wet hair to pull him even closer.
He sucks on my clit, his tongue swirling in torturous circles. The sensation is otherworldly, every curl and stroke sending jolts of ecstasy through my body.
My orgasm builds quickly, the pressure within me reaching fever pitch. Just as I’m about to tumble right over the edge, Gunner pulls away once again.
I let out a little scream of frustration, tears leaking down my temples. “No more . . . please, Gunner, I need to come!”
His eyes gleam with wicked satisfaction. Slowly he moves back up my body, his hand trailing between my legs, broad fingers dipping inside me again. He pumps them slowly while his thumb brushes my overstimulated clit, keeping me painfully balanced on a knife’s edge.
“You will come when I say so,” he reminds me. “And only when I say so.”
I whimper as he leans down and kisses me, his tongue claiming my mouth with the same dominance he’s exerting with his touch. I kiss him back desperately as my body arches into his, craving his heat, his control. His complete possession.
He pulls back, his cobalt eyes glittering with raw lust. “Now, Marlowe,” he growls. “ Now I’m going to fuck you.”
I nearly wail with relief when he picks me up and carries me back into the bathroom, where he nimbly climbs into the massive tub and lowers us into the steaming water.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and straddle him, gasping at the blunt press of his cock at my opening. “Oh God. I’m not gonna make it.”
“Yes, you are,” he rumbles, firmly gripping my hips. “You’ve been such a good girl, Marlowe. Hold on a little longer. Go the distance with me.”
Sadist , I silently curse him as I rise up on my knees, reaching down to grasp his thick erection. Our eyes lock as he lowers me onto him, groaning with husky satisfaction.
Stretched to aching fullness, I can’t move for a moment, can only lean forward with my face pressed against his shoulder. Nothing has ever felt more perfect than the way this man stretches me. Fills me to overflowing.
Gripping my ass cheeks with both hands, he begins lifting me up and down his cock in a slow, mind-blowing rhythm. I’m swollen and sensitive from being tortured for so long. As a tremble racks my body like a foreshock, I clutch Gunner’s shoulders and close my eyes, moaning at the slick heat of him rubbing every nerve ending inside my pussy.
“Look at me,” he commands.
The moment I obey, the scorching need in his eyes nearly unravels me on the spot.
“Gunner.” My voice breaks on his name. “Please . . . I can’t?—”
“Shh . . . just a little bit more.” He kisses my neck and jaw before his mouth covers mine, wet and hungry. I kiss him back, my nails digging into his shoulders as a tidal wave of erotic tension swells inside me. When he reaches between our bodies to rub my engorged clit, the luscious friction makes me keen in ecstasy.
He thrusts up into me, taking complete control. He’s not slow or gentle, and I don’t want him to be. I want the brutal penetration as he slams himself inside me again and again, each stroke grinding my clit against his cock and sending shockwaves of pleasure zinging through me.
“So good, Marlowe. So fucking good.” He sucks deeply on my breast, his tongue stroking the tight flesh of my nipple.
“Yes,” I sob with need as my head falls back, damp hair tumbling to my ass. “Please, please, please, I can’t?—”
“Soon, angel.” He pounds in and out of me, the hot water slapping against our bodies and sloshing over the tub’s rim. I hold on tight, my breath fracturing into gasps as my pussy squeezes around his cock, milking him with every thrust. I’m so close to the edge, chasing exquisite relief.
“You’re mine, Marlowe,” he growls in my ear. “Your sweet pussy is mine, your sexy ass, your gorgeous tits, your smart fucking mouth. You belong to me, every fucking inch, and don’t you ever forget it.”
“I won’t,” I gasp, half delirious. “I promise.”
“Good girl. I’m going to let you come now.” The words are barely out of his mouth before I’m climaxing, screaming his name as my walls convulse around him. The pleasure is so intense, the relief so dizzying, I think I might pass out.
I’m still coming on his dick when he erupts with a guttural shout, pressing his mouth against my neck as he pumps hot ropes of cum deep inside me.
We remain like that for several minutes, panting and plastered wetly together. When he sinks his teeth into my skin, I shiver before dropping my head weakly onto his shoulder, completely drained.
After a few more minutes, I murmur contentedly, “We should fight more often. The makeup sex is outta this world.”
Gunner’s smoky chuckle is sex personified. “All we do is fight.”
“ Your fault.”
He nips my shoulder in retaliation.
The quick sting makes me gasp and then moan as his soft lips dance over my skin, teasing and caressing.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this man. And that’s totally fine by me.