Chapter 7
Marci
My plan worked a little too well. I'm now at Jacob's mercy, and I'm not sure if I like it. The spanking wasn't so bad, and it surprised me that I kind of liked it. Now I'm on all fours, completely exposed to him, and don't know what to do except follow his orders.
As he kneels behind me on the bed, my heart beats faster. I'm thankful when he grabs my hips because it makes me feel grounded. His warm, rough hands give me a sense of belonging. One of his hands moves up and down my back in a gentle caress.
When he gets to my ass, I feel him soothing the places where he spanked me, and I shiver.
"Shhh, baby girl. I'll warm you up soon enough."
He places kisses down my spine and then licks the crack of my ass, which makes me shudder. I didn't know…There are a lot of things I don't know regarding what happens between a man and a woman—romance novels notwithstanding.
His tongue starts to explore, and when he gets close to my entrance, I almost let go of my position. As it is, my arms are trembling. I feel as his adept fingers open me up so he can dive deep inside me. He is growling now, and my body starts to move on its own.
My hips push back so that he can go deeper with his tongue, and a whimper leaves my mouth. This is so intense, having him here behind me, pleasuring me, but I don't want to let go. I want him to claim me.
"Daddy… I need you."
"Hold on, baby girl. Daddy hasn't finished having a taste of you."
I push back against his face and feel his whiskers against my thighs.
His tongue starts to go up and down my slit, barely touching my clit.
My body responds to his every lick, and a coil inside me starts to tighten.
I know what will happen when the coil finally bursts, and I become desperate for my release.
Daddy, however, doesn't seem to be in any hurry to finish what he's doing. My arms and legs are wobbly, and my body shakes.
"Grab that pillow over there, baby girl, and rest your arms on it."
I'm now ass up wondering if he's going to claim me this way. He's got other ideas and pulls the other pillow and places it underneath my hips, pushing me down so that I can rest. He doesn't stop eating me out, though. He simply opens up my legs and dives back in there.
It's like he's been starving and now has all the food he wants. That's how intense it feels to me. I start moaning and reach between my legs to tease my clit. He's barely paying attention to it, and I need it to come.
"Let me, baby girl."
He brushes my hand away and starts circling my clit with his fingers. It feels like he's all over me in a good way. The pleasure grows, and I can almost peek over the edge of the cliff.
"I'm so close, Daddy, please."
My words energize him, and pretty soon I'm going over the edge. I scream his name out loud, and when the last tremors of my orgasm are easing up, I realize I've lost the use of my body. I'm wobbly and spent, but this ache inside me is clamoring for more.
That's when I feel him lie down on top of me. He doesn't put all of his weight on me, but I can feel his hot skin against mine and his hard cock nudging at my entrance.
"See what you do to me, baby girl?"
"Please make me yours."
"Say that again, with the right words."
"Please make me yours, Daddy."
The bed dips as he gets up and helps me turn around. I can't believe I'm naked and spread-eagled in front of Jacob Barnes. That ache inside me calls for him, and I open my legs even wider in invitation.
"Are you sure about this, Marci? There's no going back after I claim you."
I nod at him and lick my lips invitingly.
"Use your words, baby girl. I need to hear it."
"I understand, Jacob. Take me now, please. Don't make me beg."
"Oh, you'll beg plenty when the time comes. Right now, I need to be deep inside you, so you understand who you belong to."
His possessive words make a chill run through me. Yes, I want to belong to him more than anything in this world. I reach for his hand and pull him on top of me. Once again, the heat of his skin against mine surprises me, but it's a good feeling.
He's resting on his forearms, and his eyes never leave mine. There's hunger there, and I'm ready to be claimed. I use some of the courage that has filled me while I'm with him and rock my hips against him so that the tip of his cock teases my entrance.
His eyes darken, and I know I've probably earned another spanking. It doesn't matter. I do it again, begging with my body. His whole body is tense, and I know I shouldn't tease him, but I can't help myself. What he says next makes my heart skip a beat.
"I don't know if I can do this, baby girl."
I place my hands on his lower back and hold on tight to him.
"Why?"
"I'm scared of hurting you. I'm scared of failing you. I'm scared that if I take you now, I'll never let you go."
"I have my own fears, Jacob. But now there are two of us. We can handle anything together. I just know it. I know what you're thinking, that I'm being na?ve."
He flops down next to me and sighs noisily. I put my head on his chest and hook a leg over his. I want to be as close as possible during this conversation.
"I don't even have my own home."
"You'll build me one."
"How do you know I can build a house?"
"I've been watching you from afar. You're handy. Either way, you can get someone to help you with it. Stop worrying about these things."
"I won't be able to marry you until I have somewhere we can live."
"Haha, good try. I'll live here with you. Hey, did you sneak a marriage proposal in there?” I tease. “That's not fair."
"You're right. It's not fair. I should have a ring for you, and flowers and champagne to celebrate."
"Ugh, I'd rather not drink, thank you very much."
"Marci."
"Huh?"
"Are you sure you'll take an old man like me as your husband?"
"Ask me properly."
He's silent for a minute, and I'm scared he's decided against proposing. Then I feel his hand going through my hair, then on to my back. His touch soothes me, and I burrow more into his chest.
"Marci, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? So we can build a future together?"
I take my time answering him, just like he did with me.
"Yes, Jacob, I will."
Before I know it, I'm underneath him, and the tip of his cock is at my entrance. I pull him down on top of me so that we can kiss. His warm lips cover my own, and heat courses through my body. Our tongues start battling each other for dominance, but I know he will win.
I'll always surrender to him because we belong to each other. My need for him grows, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He doesn't budge, though. He's still at my entrance, and I wiggle my butt to get some friction against my core. He pulls away and chuckles..
"My greedy little vixen. Don't worry. I'll make you take me inch by inch."
He grabs one hand and pulls it up over my head, then the other one goes up as well. Once he's got both my wrists in his grasp, he looks into my eyes and goes in just an inch. He pulls back and goes in a little bit more. He keeps this torture going until he's penetrating me completely.
His brow has beads of sweat from the restraint he's using. I thought for sure he'd let go and take me like a wild animal, but no. He's being measured and gentle. When he finally fills me up completely, he gives me time to get used to his size.
"I knew you could take all of me, baby girl."
I'm overwhelmed with all that is happening right now and can't really answer him.
"Do you want me to move, Marci?"
I gulp and nod yes. I hope he doesn't ask me to say the words because I don't think I can now.
If I thought he was torturing me before, I was completely wrong. The torture starts now as he slips in and out of me with a steady rhythm. I move my hands, trying to get loose from his grasp, but he doesn't let me go. I want to touch him, but he seems to want to be in charge.
So I let myself go—let my body be teased by his—and let him carry me away to the heavens. Just as before, the orgasm rushes into me, and I scream his name. I feel my pussy convulsing around his cock and know that he'll definitely be joining me soon.
"Yes, baby girl, squeeze my cock. Get all my cum out and into you."
"Let me touch you."
He lets me go, and my arms wind around him. He's still thrusting in and out of me in that steady rhythm of his, and I pull at his hips to get him to go as deep inside me as possible. Pretty soon, he's pumping me full of his seed and collapses on top of me.
He is like a weighted blanket, but he doesn't stay there long. He leaves for a minute and comes back, arms full of stuff. Two water bottles and a washcloth. He cleans me with it like it's something he does every day and tosses it aside when he's finished.
"You're so beautiful, Marci. Thank you for letting me be your first."
"You knew?” I blush. “And my last."
"Yeah."
He traces my face with his fingers, as if I'm something extremely valuable to him. We're interrupted by his phone. He goes to answer it, and when he's done talking, he looks resolute.
"The streets have been cleared, and the parade will go on. Let's go shower."
He pulls me from bed, and we take a shower together. It takes us longer than it should because we are both hungry for one another.
This is like a dream come true, and I hope I don't ever wake up.