Chapter 12 Sweet As Sugar #4
“Okay, okay,” Sable laughs. When the door shuts, Marc kisses me hard and starts pounding into me.
We are both desperate for release now and I cling to him as he pulls us both into an orgasm.
I whimper a moan against his lips as he pumps me full of his come.
When I finally relax, he pulls out of me and brings me to my feet.
I lean back against the wall, and he takes to cleaning me before pulling my dress back into place. “I’m sorry I made you mad,” I say quietly.
“You didn’t make me mad, Ravy,” he says before kissing me. “I shouldn’t have been so hard on you so soon. I am trying to remind myself that you are new to being a submissive.”
“First of all, you can absolutely be that hard on me,” I say, and he laughs. “Marc, hun... I promise I will speak up if you cross a line.”
“I know,” he smiles. “I’m just trying not to scare you.”
“I trust you, Marc,” I say, cupping his face.
“I’m glad,” he says with a smile. “You should get back to Sable. I’ll come by later on so we can talk some more.”
“Why do I feel like there won’t be much talking happening?” I ask.
“Depends how much of an attitude you get,” he shrugs, and I laugh and shake my head at him. “No, just talking. I’d like for us to spend time doing more than that, believe it or not.
“Awe. Are you secretly a softly, Marc?” I ask sweetly as I open the stall door. I immediately slam it shut when I see Sable. “Fuck.”
“I’ve already seen you now. No sense in hiding,” Sable says.
I shake my head and back away from the door, trying desperately not to cry. “Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay. Come here,” Marc says as he grabs me and pulls me close. I hear him unlock the stall so Sable can get to us but that only makes me try to pull away again. “Take a deep breath. You’re okay.”
“Let me,” Sable says. Marc lets go of me and backs up a half step so she can hug me.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” I whisper. She pulls away and cups my face, wiping my tears.
“Raven. I’m not mad at you,” she says softly. “I never thought I’d be in this position but, I can live with it. I also know that you’ll do whatever you want regardless of what I have to say, but that’s why I love you.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I say as I pull back and wipe my face.
“Well, I will say that shock does not even begin to cover what I felt when I realized it was him that I heard railing you, but at least you are getting laid now,” she says, and I laugh. “How long has this been going on?”
“Not long,” I say.
“Dad?” she asks.
“Since yesterday,” he says honestly.
“How?”
“He saw me at the grocery store. It just led to him finding out that I was basically one misstep away from being homeless and starving. He didn’t want me walking home so he drove me. That led to him seeing where I lived. I’ll spare you the rest,” I say.
“I appreciate that, but at this point, I’ve heard more than I ever thought I would from my father, so I guess it doesn’t matter,” she says.
“That is a very vague way to describe that,” Marc says.
“What do you mean?” Sable asks him.
“I mean... she was trying to buy a week's worth of groceries with twenty dollars and still came up short. She hadn’t eaten in two days. She wasn't using heat or lights because it uses power and I’m assuming she couldn’t afford that either.
She had no food in the apartment other than what I put away from the store.
When I ordered us dinner, she ate like she was starved to death.
Let’s not forget that Billy said rats would bite him when he sat in the hallways to look after her,” Marc says.
“Jesus,” Sable says. “Well, I guess that makes sense on why you moved her so quickly then.”
“The rats weren’t bad as long as you didn’t make eye contact with them,” I joke. Sable and Marc both glare at me and I laugh. “Can we get out of the bathroom, please?”
“Yeah. It smells like sex in here, which normally doesn’t bother me, but right now it does because I know too much.”
“You’re the one who stayed to be nosy,” Marc says.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was making sure my bestie wasn’t being raped and forced to tell me it was consensual. How was I supposed to know that my dad was fucking my best friend in public,” Sable says bluntly before looping her arm with mine. “Let’s go outside so I can threaten your life a little.”
“Okay,” Marc laughs.
We leave the bathroom and go outside. We walk about a half block before the noise dies down and we can talk.
“Alright,” Sable says, turning to Marc. “I love you and you are my father. I would do anything for you, and I hope you know that.”
“I do,” he says simply.
“I will cause you actual pain if you hurt her, and I am dead fucking serious. She has been hurt by every single guy she has been with or dated, and you better not make it on the list of assholes who tried to break her. I will choose her every time,” Sable says.
“If you treat her like every other woman you have fucked around with, I will kick your ass. She deserves to be treated like a Queen. If you aren’t willing to be her King, then walk away. ”
“Sable, darling. I have no intention of hurting her or disrespecting her. We have laid out our boundaries.”
“So, are you dating?” Sable asks.
“Well, that hasn’t been specifically stated,” he says.
“Then go ahead and state it because the one thing we are not going to be doing is treating her like a side piece. I know losing Mom made it hard for you to commit, but I’ll be damned if I let you lead her into thinking that she has a future with you when you won’t settle down with anyone,” Sable says as she points to me.
When Marc looks at me and smiles, it melts me like butter.
“Come here,” Marc says holding his hands out for me to take. When I lay my hands in his, he pulls me closer and then cups my face.
“If you ask me to go steady, I’m going to laugh at you,” I say with a sweet smile.
“Brat,” he chuckles. “Do you want us to date?”
“Yes,” I say honestly.
“Then, Raven, will you be my girlfriend?” he asks softly.
“I would love that,” I say happily. Marc kisses me softly then wraps his arms around me.
“Does this mean I can call you Mommy now?” Sable asks, feigning an innocent smile.
“Please don’t,” I say and Marc laughs.
“I was going to say we could have a movie night, but I think it’s only fair that you two spend some time together. I can share,” Sable says. “I’m going to catch an Uber home.”
“You’re not getting an Uber,” Marc frowns at her. “I’ll drive you home.”
“So do I get an Uber then?” I ask and Sable laughs.
“I don’t think Dad understands just how much of a brat you really are,” she says. “Oh... I assume we are not telling Allen?”
“No,” Marc and I say in unison.
“Didn’t think so,” Sable says as we walk toward Marc’s car. “I’ll be your cover. It's not the first time we’ve covered for each other.”
“What?” Marc asks, looking at me.
“Don’t look at me,” I laugh. “You’ll lose this battle. I won’t give up shit.”
“We’ll see,” he smirks as he opens the passenger door.
“Are you claiming me for the rest of the night or something?” I ask as I sit.
“Pretty sure he just did that,” Sable says. “Which reminds me... is your cervix okay?”
“Not at all,” I laugh.
“My morbid curiosity is going to be the death of me,” she says from the back seat.
“Not with me here, please,” Marc says as he starts the car.
“Plug your ears then. I have to know something,” Sable says.
“You annoy me sometimes, Sable,” Marc laughs.
“You had a kid with a brat, became friends with someone who also had a kid with a brat, and now you’re fucking your best friend's kid. You did this to yourself, old man,” Sable says. “Also... I just want to say that I am surprised. I thought men had issues getting it up when they got older.”
“Ouch,” Marc says. “I’m not that old.”
“You’re twenty-two years older than us. You’re old,” she laughs.
“Ah, that hits a bit differently when you say it like that,” Marc says.
“It’s only a bad thing if you wanted to fuck her as a minor. I highly doubt that, so it’s not a big deal. Plus... none of this is surprising, considering she has daddy issues.”
“Maybe a little,” I say.
“You don’t call him daddy, do you?” she asks.
“No,” I laugh. “Not daddy. That would be weird.”
“Then what? I have to know now.”
“Go on, Raven. Tell her what you call me,” Marc laughs.
“No. I’ll pass, thanks,” I laugh.
“I will literally cry,” Sable says. “Tell me.”
“Fine. Master. Happy?” I ask.
“Like Dobby? I mean you are short,” she says, and Marc cackles.
“Alright. That’s enough of that,” I say, laying my head back. I smile when Marc lays his hand on my bare thigh and softly strokes my skin as he drives. I lay my hand on top of his and close my eyes.
I am sitting in Marc’s office waiting for my dad, and I am incredibly nervous.
Marc decided to wait to tell him in person that he hired me.
We spent all morning getting me added to the system and set up so that Dad can’t really say much.
He doesn’t understand why I am nervous, but I don’t think he knows how little Dad wants to help me.
Ever since Mom died of an overdose, I think he just hates women.
He was never abusive and never neglected me, but he was emotionally unavailable.
He provided the bare minimum, and it was up to me to get everything else.
“Will you please stop fidgeting,” Marc says with a sigh as he sits back in his chair to look at me. “You look nice, by the way.”
I am wearing black slacks and a long-sleeved, blue blouse, paired with black flats. “Thanks,” I say. “You look... yummy... in a suit.”
“Good to know,” he smiles. “it’s going to be okay, Ravy. I promise.”
The door opens and I jump up to greet Dad. I don’t know why I do this but giving him my undivided attention is the easiest way to not make him mad. When he’s mad, he yells and says things he later regrets. It’s easier if I stay on his good side.
Marc gives me a strange look when I basically jump to attention. “Hey,” Marc says to Dad.