Chapter Fourteen
Marcus paced his office, running his hand through his hair until it stood on end.
There was a slightly wild look in his eyes that would have terrified a casual observer.
His five o’clock shadow had long since come and gone and for once he wasn’t going to shave before he bedded her.
No, in a few minutes he was going upstairs to fuck that bewitching little red head until she begged for mercy and then he was going to do it all over again.
She was right, she wasn’t a toy, had never been one to him and he couldn’t keep her, but he could make damn sure that she knew who she belong to for now.
Why couldn’t she see that they were perfectly matched?
Was she so obtuse she thought the rules he set for her were all about his desire to control and had nothing at all to do with his need to see that she was safe and healthy?
He knew she was strong-willed. It was part of what attracted him to her in the first place.
No way could he spend his life with a mousy little woman who said yes sir and no sir to him for eternity.
He wanted a woman who challenged him, respectfully yes, but someone who had an opinion and wasn’t afraid to voice it.
Someone bright and spirited, and a bit of defiance now and then wouldn’t be hard to take.
Was he going to spank her frequently? Hell yes, but they wouldn’t be harsh unless it was called for.
So she was frightened by the dark desires he brought out in her, tough!
He could take her to places that made his fetish look downright angelic.
As far as her having to explain those needs to another man, well that just wasn’t going to happen, ever.
Tonight he was going to show her the difference between being his employee and his woman.
Hopefully she would never confuse the two again.
Shutting off the light, he activated the security system and headed upstairs.
Marcus entered the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Undressing, he heard water running in the bathroom as he tossed his clothes to the floor and waited.
Going to his dresser he pulled out several items and placed them on the bed making sure they were clearly visible.
He pulled two large pillows from the shelf in the closet and placed them in the middle of the bed at the edge of the high mattress.
Grinning, he rubbed his hands together. If this doesn’t have her knees shaking nothing will, he thought, eyeing the handcuffs, blindfold and assorted toys.
There were several bottles of lubricants, including one that ensured a satisfying burn, as well as a pair of nipple clamps that look fierce.
In reality, every item there was extremely well-crafted and made to look much harsher than it was.
The handcuffs wouldn’t leave a single mark on her wrists no matter how hard she struggled and the clamps were lined with silicone and adjustable for a firm, yet tender pinch.
He almost laughed out loud when she opened the bathroom door and quietly inched her way into the room.
Her back was to the dresser, her hands gripping the edge as her eyes frantically traveled between the bed and his cool blue eyes.
“Marcus,” she began, biting her lower lip. “You can’t be serious?”
“As a heart attack,” he replied smoothly.
“Oh, I forgot something,” he said as he continued walking to the dresser and picking up her new hairbrush.
He’d bought it for her as a joke when they came across it in the antique shop.
The brush was solid mahogany; the back worn to a satin sheen that Marcus suggested had been achieved from frequent applications to a naughty backside.
Susan immediately insisted she didn’t want it and the price was outrageous, but he bought it anyway, enjoying her pink cheeks as he handed it to the proprietor with a wink. Now he was placing it on the bed.
“Come here, Susan,” he ordered with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I don’t think so,” she replied, working her way closer to the door.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked curiously. Despite her panicked expression, he seriously doubted his Red was afraid of anything, especially him.
“No,” she insisted with a snort, her chin in the air. “Don’t go getting all puffed up with testosterone Marcus. When push comes to shove, I can take care of myself.”
“Then come here,” he repeated firmly. She was quivering, he could see that and if he believed for a moment it was genuine fear he would have crossed the room and taken her in his arms immediately, but it wasn’t fear and they both knew it. It was need.
Stiffening her back, Susan tossed her hair behind her shoulders, let her robe slip to the floor and walked to him. Her green eyes never left his face as each step brought her closer to the unknown. He was naked and unashamed, his body and his unspoken challenge irresistible.
She forced herself to move slowly, each small step a bond he secured her with that had nothing to do with the restraints on the bed.
It wasn’t about the money; she knew that now, at least on her end.
There was no possible way she could deny this man, nothing she could do to protect her heart, it was much too late for that.
Somehow, someway, he had stormed his way past all her defenses.
Who knew spankings and rules could be just as effective as loving words and gentle caresses?
Not that Marcus didn’t use both freely, he did.
The money was the catalyst, but it wasn’t what made her cross that room and stand before him, waiting…
Marcus held her gaze and swallowed his sigh of relief.
Gently he stoked the curve of her cheek, the dip of her collar bone, the crest of her breast as he fought to keep his stern expression.
She’d come to him. For a second he didn’t think she would, but she did and his heart swelled with pride, as though he was somehow responsible for her strength.
Quickly he picked up the blindfold and slipped it over her head lest she see the love and admiration in his eyes.
Now was not the time to weaken. He had a point to make and he would make it.
By morning she would want her lover back and not her boss.
“Extend your hands,” he demanded softly.
Susan complied, a tiny gasp escaping her lips as he fastened the smooth cuffs securely around her wrists.
“Marcus is this really necessary?” she asked. “I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she offered shakily.
“Yes, you will,” he agreed, “but as you pointed out so succinctly earlier, it’s my dime and I quite like seeing you this way.
Your blush is charming,” he said lightly pinching her nipple.
“Now, turn toward the bed,” he instructed, taking her hips in his large hands and positioning her to his satisfaction.
“Bend over; I want to see your lovely little ass on top of those pillows awaiting my attention.”
Susan stomped her foot, completely forgetting that although she couldn’t see him, he could clearly see her and she was rewarded with a crisp slap to her butt.
“Now, now, little girl, let’s not have any of that, at least not so early in the game,” he advised. “Your hairbrush is easily within reach,” he warned smiling.
“Ow, sorry,” she mumbled, letting his hands help her onto the bed.
“I’ll let it go this time, after all I am a very generous employer,” he said as he adjusted the pillows beneath her tummy, “but you should be aware that any further rebellion will be dealt with in a manner you’ll find most unpleasant.
Extend your hands forward and you may rest your head on them for the time being,” he said as he stepped back to admire the view.
Susan was torn. What she most wanted to do at this moment was kick back with her foot and hopefully catch him in a very painful place.
This was a most humiliating position and she was fuming.
Struggling to find a comfortable spot for her head, she tried to blow the hair away from her sweaty face.
Add to that the fact that she was hornier than she’d ever been in her entire life was the second blow to her pride.
She was sure she was soaking the pillows with her juices and she could smell her arousal over her perfume.
It was galling and before she could stop herself she once again let her mouth run away with her common sense.
“Marcus?” she whispered.
“Yes, my dear?” he replied as he gently tugged on the anal plug, gauging how easily it could be removed.
“You are a complete and utter ass,” she offered sweetly, her voice dripping with honey.
Marcus laughed, placed his hand firmly on the small of her back and plucked the plug from her bottom as she squealed in shock at the quick, sharp pain.
“That really hurt,” she hissed over her shoulder.
“And I might really believe that if you hadn’t just gushed and filled my hand with honey,” he shot back, still chuckling as he cupped her core.
“I hate you,” she groaned, letting her head drop onto her arms as a sob escaped.
“Well, I know you won’t believe it, but I adore you my flame-haired little brat. Never more so than when you’re working your way up to a spanking as you are now with your sassy mouth,” he replied calmly as he picked up a bottle of lube and proceeded to spread the warm liquid around her bottom hole.
“What is that?” Susan demanded with a sniffle as her head popped up. “It’s hot.”
“Nonsense, it’s a warming lube with a built in numbing agent. Something you will appreciate in short order,” he informed her as he added more lube and plunged his thick finger into her tight opening.
“Please Marcus,” Susan pleaded, even as her hips rose to accept his invasion. “This is too much. Stop it this instant!”