Chapter Eight
Marcus strolled out onto the back deck, stretching the kinks out of his shoulders.
He’d been working almost non-stop for the past three day.
He hadn’t seen much of Sue except during the night when he got into bed with her and slipped his fully engorged dick deep within her body.
Telling himself to let her sleep was his nightly plan, but on the way to their room his body took over and it was hopeless.
Sometimes her little legs would move restlessly in her sleep, as though she were trying to run away from him, but he wrapped his arm securely around her tummy, keeping her in place as he spooned her.
His guilt and disgust with his own behavior lasted about thirty seconds, evaporating as soon as he slid fully into her.
She was always wet and slippery as though her dreams were about this very thing.
Her hand would slap at his arm a few times until he had her fully impaled and then the guttural moans would start, banishing his guilt and fueling his pleasure.
As the hand splayed on her stomach moved lower she’d lift her top leg over his, allowing him access to the special part of her, giving her consent without words as she pushed back against him, taking him as deeply as possible.
Watching her now, as she strolled along the rocky beach, her shiny hair glowing in the sunlight, he wondered how he got any work done at all. She was easily the most desirable woman he’d ever met and his perpetual hard on agreed.
Walking back into the house he grabbed two cups of coffee, intending to enjoy the sunshine with her as he took a break. When he returned to the deck, she was nowhere in sight.
‘Susan,” he called, scanning the area as he leaned against the railing.
“Yeah,” she answered, although he had yet to locate her.
“Where are you?” he called back, curious now.
“I’m up here,” she replied.
“Up where?”
“In the tree,” she yelled, frustrated.
Setting his coffee down, Marcus went down the steps and quickly walked toward the sound of her voice. Peering up into the branches of a large maple that arched over the water, he finally located her about fifteen feet up on a limb.
“Get down from there before you get hurt,” he ordered crisply.
“I can’t, there’s a kitten up here and it’s scared. Can’t you hear it crying?” she asked, inching farther out onto the branch.
“Don’t touch it. It’s probably feral and could be dangerous,” he insisted, eyeing the small black kitten several branches above Susan’s head.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s just a baby,” Sue grunted, struggling to snag the next highest branch while coaxing the kitten closer.
“Despite what it looks like, it’s a wild creature and could be rabid. Don’t make me come up there,” he continued ominously.
Sue glanced down and weighed her options.
The danger above or the danger below? At the moment the kitten seemed the friendlier choice.
She could hear Marcus swearing softly as he approached the trunk of the tree and made her decision, pulling herself up until she was standing on one branch, hanging onto another.
Marcus heard the snap just as he was swinging onto the first limb and dropped back to the ground, looking up in alarm.
There she was, dangling precariously from the tree by her hands, several feet from shore.
The broken limb was splintered and sharp, but at least it was out of her way and she was now directly over the lake.
Seeing the panic on her face, he kept his voice calm.
“It’s all right baby,” he told her. “You’re directly over the water now. Just let go and you won’t get hurt.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Marcus,” she gasped, struggling to hang onto the branch, her hands scraped raw by the bark.
“It’s your only option now. If I climb up there, we’ll both end up in the water anyway. It’s deep where you are. There is nothing under you that’s dangerous. Just let go and drop straight down.”
“Marcus?” Sue asked, her voice quivering.
“Can you ever just do what I say without debate?” he asked shaking his head in frustration, his hands firmly on his hips. “What is it, Red?”
“Um, are you a good swimmer?” she squeaked, her green eyes pleading.
“Yes, why?” he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowed.
“Because I’m not,” she screamed as her hands slipped and she plummeted into the water.
“Shit,” Marcus roared, running the short distance to the water and diving in.
He had her in seconds, pulling her sputtering to the surface as she clung to him. Keeping one arm around her waist, he pushed her long hair off her face and fixed her with an intense glare as he tread water.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” she choked out, grasping his shoulders.
“No, you’re just going to wish you were dead,” he promised before clutching her to him tightly for a moment as he gave a silent prayer of thanks.
“How about you just let me drown instead?” she wheezed as he started dragging her to the shore.
“Too easy,” he replied, as he finally found his footing, pulling her behind him.
They stood on the shore, water pouring off them while he steadied her. She choked up more water as Marcus patted her back until she was able to get her breath.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes, I think so,” she replied, trying to decide if she had enough energy to make a run for it.
It was a moot point, because he never released her, just strode off toward the deck, towing her behind him, his expensive shoes squishing with every angry step.
His hand formed an iron band around her wrist as he pulled her up the steps to the table.
Removing his waterlogged cell phone from his pocket, he looked at it and sighed before slapping it down on the table.
Hoping she wasn’t in for a long drawn out lecture regarding her behavior, Sue stared back into his accusing eyes for only a moment before he dropped onto a chaise lounge and pulled her over his lap.
The slaps started with gusto and Marcus didn’t bother pulling down her capri’s and panties, for which Sue was initially grateful.
However, that was only until she realized that applied to wet, tight pants his spanking stung fiercely.
The material heated up quickly and seemed to hold the heat against her burning skin as his hand fell again and again.
As he worked up speed her cries seemed to echo over the lake as she begged him to stop.
“Please Marcus, stop,” she begged breathlessly, fighting the tears. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
She tried not to struggle. She’d learned it was useless in this position anyway and the quicker she became compliant, the faster he’d lighten up. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem so inclined today.
“Red,” he told her, pausing in his mission and resting his hand on her very hot bottom. “You are about the most ill-behaved woman I’ve ever met.”
“That’s not fair,” Sue hissed. “You picked me because I was ‘ill-behaved’! You wanted someone to spank, admit it.”
“Oh, I admit it,” Marcus growled. “I didn’t want some prissy, perfect little girl who would never give me an excuse to light her bottom on fire. I just didn’t plan on someone with a death wish.”
“I do not have a death wish,” Sue shot back, glaring at him over her shoulder, her green eyes flashing.
“Then answer this,” Marcus ordered with an unholy glint in his eyes. “Have you or have you not been swimming in the pool almost every night, alone, while I was on the other side of the house working?”
“Yes,” Sue answered from between gritted teeth as she tried to wiggle a little and dislodge his hand.
“And did you, at any time, tell me you couldn’t swim?”
“You didn’t ask me,” she defended herself. “And I can swim, a little.”
“Just not enough to save yourself,” Marcus observed dryly.
“Right.”
“So had you gotten into trouble out in the pool by yourself, I would have eventually found your dead body floating in the water?”
“I guess so,” Sue admitted softly. Why did it sound so bad when he said it like that?
“That’s a death wish.”
“But I didn’t get into any trouble,” she insisted.
“Oh yes, my love, you did,” Marcus drawled.
“It was just delayed, but it’s here now,” he informed her with a grimace as he pulled her pants down swiftly.
“You are never again to get into that pool unless someone else is with you, someone who can swim,” he told her with a sharp slap to her bottom. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she squealed.
“And the next time I tell you to stay away from something, that it’s dangerous, I expect your instant obedience. Is that understood as well?”
“It was only a tiny kitten,” she wailed.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s a kitten or a cougar.
There are wild animals in these woods that you know nothing about.
If you want a kitten, we will get one from Ty’s shelter, one that has all its shots and is healthy.
No more trying to rescue wildlife,” he ordered with two more incredibly firm spanks.
“Okay, okay,” Sue cried, struggling despite her attempts to just accept her punishment.
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other now,” Marcus said approvingly.
Sue sighed in premature relief; because it was then the real spanking began.
Marcus showed absolutely no mercy as he spanked every inch of her bottom cheeks, the tops of her thighs and the horribly painful area between.
It didn’t matter one whit how much she begged and screamed or even if every neighbor around the lake heard her.
His intention was to teach her a lesson in self-preservation and he meant to do a good job of it.