Chapter 12 Sweet As Sugar #3
“Not a sound or I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he says before dipping his head and licking across my clit. I immediately slap my hand over my mouth as he slides his thick fingers inside of me. He curls them as he starts to fuck me with his hand, and I groan.
I try to hold my breath and keep quiet but when he starts to suck and nip at my clit, I lose the fight when I moan louder than intended, only muffled.
I pull the pillow over my face as he goes harder and deeper.
My thighs are shaking, and my back arches dramatically when suddenly the release of pressure forces my arousal to flood out of me.
Marc drinks and laps at my core as I try to stop myself from moaning.
The harder I try to be quiet the louder my moans get.
He’s not letting up and it quickly forces another orgasm in which I yell out into the pillow as my hips rock against his mouth, causing a tugging sensation as he is latched onto my clit.
He finally pulls away from me and has a feral look in his eyes.
He did warn me he would fuck my mouth if I made noise.
I'm not surprised when he moves me to where my head is dangling off the side of the bed. I open my mouth and happily accept his cock. I gag slightly when he pushes his cock straight to the back of my throat. He doesn’t even hesitate to lean in slightly before he starts aggressively fucking my throat.
Instinct, I push back on his thighs, but he grabs my wrists and crosses them over my chest before thrusting harder.
“Fuck,” Marc moans. He moves one of my hands to my throat and I can feel every thrust. His moans are quiet and desperate but quickly turn into a growl whenever I moan.
I don’t know why that was my reaction but something about the way he uses me as his little fuck doll is so goddamn erotic.
I will let him do whatever he wants to me, and I don’t need anything in return. Feeling wanted by him is plenty enough.
Marc pushes his cock as deep as he can, and I can feel him pulsating in my throat as he makes me drink down every drop of his come.
“Jesus, Raven,” he pants as he pulls out of my mouth and sits me up. He wraps his arms around me, and I melt into his chest.
“I tried to be quiet. I’m sorry,” I say.
“It’s okay,” he says, kissing my head. “We both have a lot to learn.”
“Are you okay with me going out? Your daughter likes to dress me up like a slut,” I say as I pull away and stand up.
“Yeah. No drinking though. Okay?”
“We usually don’t drink much anyway,” I shrug. “I should get dressed before Sable comes back.”
“I’m going to go. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what will happen if I find out you were messing around with another man,” he warns as he grabs my hips and pulls me to stand between his legs.
“I know,” I smile.
“Good girl,” he praises and cups my cheek before kissing me softly.
“This place is so busy,” I say as Sable puts a drink in my hand. “Sable, I wasn’t going to drink.”
“Oh, come on. Just one,” she says with a pouty face, sticking her bottom lip out.
“Fine,” I sigh. I can’t say no to her. Plus, it’s one drink.
Marc seems to have this attitude that he owns me.
I understand that he is a very dominant man, but if I don’t take orders from my father, I’m not going take them from him.
Although, thinking that makes me feel guilty.
I want to please him, but I also have this urge to push back on him just to see his reaction.
Sable dressed me in a skintight black body con dress that hardly covers my ass. It shows off every curve and all of my cleavage. It is paired with four-inch black heels, and I look hot as fuck.
“Shit. Hold on,” she sighs and answers her phone. I turn back to the bar just as a man comes up to stand beside me.
“Hey there,” he says with a sweet smile.
“Uh. Hi,” I say politely.
“You here alone?” he asks.
“No. I came with my best friend,” I say.
“You wanna come with me next,” he asks seriously.
“I’m alright. Thanks though,” I laugh.
“She’s good. Just flirting with some guy at the bar,” Sable says. I snap my head to her when I realize she’s on the phone. “Okay, Dad. Love you too.”
Fuck.
“So?” the guys says.
“I said no,” I snap. “Go away.”
“Fat bitch,” he mutters as he walks away. I roll my eyes and turn to Sable.
“Was that your dad?” I ask.
“Yeah. He was just asking if we got here okay. He texted both of us, but we didn’t answer, so he called,” she says.
“I was not flirting with that guy,” I frown.
“No?” she asks.
“No. I said I came here with you, and he asked if I wanted to come with him next,” I say with a dramatic full body shiver.
“Ew,” she laughs. “What a fucking creep.”
I nod and pull my phone out of my bag.
Marc: Get there okay?
Marc: Raven…
Marc: The one thing I tell you not to do, you go and do it. While drinking, which I also told you not to do.
Me: You are not my father. You don’t own me.
Marc: Duly noted.
“Shit,” I sigh.
“What?” Sable asks. I lock my phone and put it away before she can see the messages. “You are acting weird. Who was that?”
“No one,” I say. Wanna go dance?”
“Let’s get it,” she smiles. She grabs my hand and I down the rest of my drink before letting her drag me out to the dance floor.
If I’m going to get punished, at least I’m going to make it worth getting punished for.
I’m sure the mature thing to do would be to just have a conversation and let him know what actually happened.
I know that he wouldn’t get upset at me if he knew the truth of it, but I was already a bitch and I’ve already downed the drink, so why not?
As we are dancing, I feel hands grab my waist. I recoil instantly but somehow Sable is faster. “What the fuck is wrong with you, creep? Didn’t she already tell you no?” Sable yells as she shoves the guy from earlier away from me.
“Dressed like that, she’s clearly asking for someone to fuck her,” he frowns.
“I don’t give a fuck if she is walking around here butt ass naked. You don’t fucking touch people, especially when they’ve already told you no,” she yells again.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I whisper to her. “Don’t get stabbed please.”
“I won’t. Go on,” she says.
I turn to go to the bathroom and freeze for a second when I see Marc.
I give him a blank stare before going to the women’s restroom.
I go back to the last stall and lock myself in before leaning against the wall and closing my eyes.
Shortly after I hear the door open and close, someone knocks on my stall. “Hold on, Sable,” I say.
“It’s me,” Marc says. I sit up and open the door before going back to leaning on the wall. He shuts and locks the stall door behind him and based on the bulge in his pants, he’s about to fuck me. I guess it’s a good thing the walls of the stall and the door reach the floor.
“What?” I ask.
“Are you okay?” he asks, cupping my face.
“Yeah, Marc. I’m fine,” I say with too much attitude. I backpedal immediately. He’s worried about me. I shouldn’t be mean to him for caring. “I’m sorry. That just scared me is all.”
“How much have you had to drink?” he asks.”
“Just the one drink,” I say honestly. “And I wasn’t flirting with anyone. Sable just didn’t hear what was being said.”
“So instead of just saying that you were a brat?” he asks. I try to pull away, but he tightens his grip on my face.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I can hardly hear myself over the bumping music.
“Turn around,” he says, taking a step back.
“Marc,” I frown. “We are in public.”
“Now, or I’ll make you turn around. If I have to make you, I’ll make sure you feel me for the rest of the week,” he growls at me. I sigh and turn around.
Marc pulls my dress up around my waist before ripping my thong off, making me gasp. He bends me at the waist and puts my hands on the safety railing.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, hoping he won’t cause me too much pain. He’s mad and I deserve it, but I’d still like to try to get out of it if I can.
Marc says nothing before slamming into me so hard that I cry out. It’s a good thing this club is loud, and no one is in here. He quickens his pace to a punishing speed as he fucks me. Despite the pain, the pleasure is just as overwhelming.
“Fuckfuckfuck. You’re too deep. Oh God. Too hard.
Marc, please. Stop. Fuck, please stop,” I beg.
Marc turns me around and picks me up so he can set my ass on the safety railing before thrusting back into me.
He has my legs draped over his arms so when he covers my mouth with his hand, it forces my knees to my chest when he leans in and starts slamming into me harder and harder.
It hurts, but it’s feels so fucking good to be punished by him.
I still beg and scream into his hand for him to stop. I don’t know if I actually want him to stop or not. I do know that I have no way of saying that safe word that he told me about. I think that was just a courtesy to say it, but he will still do whatever he wants to me.
The bathroom door opens, and Sable’s voice makes him slow down considerably and uncover my mouth. ”Raven, you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I choke out. “I’ll be there in a second.”
“Oh, okay. You wanna leave after this?” she asks as Marc is still fucking me.
“Please,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m getting tired anyway.”
“Okay. I’ll close the tab,” she says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay,” I say, trying not to moan.
“I don’t think I believe you,” she says. “Which stall are you in?”
“Sable, please,” I say, nearly crying from holding back this orgasm building in me. Marc has his face buried in my neck and when he bites my neck, a small moan slips out of me.
“Raven!” she gasps. “You’re fucking someone, aren’t you?
“Sable!” I say louder.
“Okay. I’ll go away. Is it consensual at least? I’ll cut his dick off if it’s not,” she says.
“Fuck… yes. Go. Please,” I whimper as he starts to fuck me harder.