I know Marcus is getting close to a release based on the salty flavor hitting my tongue, but he pulls my mouth off of him before he finishes.
His hands work to unfasten the belt around my neck as he tells me, “I want you naked and on the foot of my bed, ass up. Go!”
Oh, so that’s how he wants to finish this – he’s going to spank me and then fuck me.
I’m okay with both of those things, so I get to my feet and do what he wants.
I barely have time to get into position when he walks into the room, the leather covered paddle in his hand.
“You know what I’m going to do to you?” he asks as he goes to stand behind me.
“Yes.”
“It’s going to hurt like hell,” he warns.
“I’m sure it will,” I agree, bracing myself. “I can handle it.”
Marcus is angry about something, something that I think has to do with me. Now he’s going to take that anger out on my ass.
Without any further discussion, he hauls back and then wham! The paddle is so long it hits both of my ass cheeks at the same time. The pain is…so much more than the belt. Two more hard hits, and I can’t hold myself up on my arms anymore. I fall forward, my face pressed to the mattress as he strikes me again and again.
I wish I knew what I did to deserve this…punishment. Because that’s exactly what it is. Marcus is punishing me, for some reason.
Then, I suddenly remember the reason why he took my pants off that first night to thrash me with the belt – he was trying to run me off.
Is that what he’s doing now? Trying to scare me away from him? Does he want me to leave?
I don’t understand this man.
Blow after blow lands on my ass until my entire backside eventually goes numb.
That’s when tears fill my eyes and race down my cheeks, not because of the pain but because I wish I knew why he’s angry at me.
If Marcus wants me to leave so badly, then he should just tell me so!
Unless, he doesn’t actually want me to go, but he’s still trying to push me away for reasons I don’t understand.
Finally, after what feels like forever, he throws the paddle to the hardwood floor next to the bed where it lands loudly, startling me.
The room is silent other than the sounds of both of us breathing hard.
I hear Marcus walking around the bed, the side table drawer opens, and then the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
What I wasn’t expecting is the pop of a top of something before Marcus is back behind me, pressing a slick finger to my asshole. “I’m going to fuck you here now,” he tells me.
“Oh!” I exclaim in surprise when he works the tip of his finger into my tight, virgin hole. “Wait.”
“Wait?” he asks, removing his hand from me. “You don’t want me to…”
“Not if you don’t want me to stay.”
His response to that statement is to press his finger to my tight hole and tell me, “You need to relax or it’s going to hurt.”
As if he actually cares if I’m in pain or not. That’s ironic since he doesn’t, or he wouldn’t keep beating me with a belt, paddle, and his hand pretty much every single day since I’ve known him.
I’m teetering on the line of loving and hating him at the moment. I just can’t decide which way to go.
“Teagan?” he says softly, wanting my decision.
“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me that you’re not angry at me and that you want me to stay.”
“I’ll only be angry at you if you leave,” he replies, which is a relief I feel all the way down to my soul.
“O-okay. Keep going.”
Marcus swears softly, then says, “Lift your hips for me, baby. Let me have a taste of your sweet pussy first.”
I do as he asks, and then his hot, wet tongue swipes through my folds urgently, and I make my decision.
I definitely love him.
All the hate fades away with each second he keeps tasting me.
And, fuck, he licks me for so long I lose count of how many orgasms I have. I’m just a limp, sweaty mass of limbs on the bed, slipping in and out of consciousness. When I can speak, I’m begging him for more.
The entire time his tongue is getting me off, his fingers are doing things to my asshole, but I don’t even mind. In fact, I barely even notice until there’s a slight stinging sensation as he shoves in something larger than a few fingers.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groans, telling me it’s Marcus’s cock inside of me back there for the very first time. At that realization, my body tightens. “God, that’s good. You okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I reply.
“No, you’re not,” he replies. “Not yet.”
Reaching under me, his fingers find my clit. He rubs me in that perfect way that has me coming yet again.
The next time I come to, my head is resting on Marcus’s bare chest and the soft covers are over us. Guess he moved me afterward…
“Marcus?” I ask him quietly, knowing by the feeling of his fingers stroking my hair that he’s still awake.
“Yeah, baby?” he asks, his voice soft, sounding content with me at least for the moment. “How’s your ass?”
“It’s fine,” I say, knowing he’s referring to the fucking and the spanking. “I was just wondering, when can I go to the Savage Kings’ clubhouse with you?”
There’s silence as his body tenses under me. “When I fucking say so.”
“Oh.”
“Remember our agreement. You do what I say when I say. You go where I tell you, when I tell you!”
“I know, I remember,” I agree as I lift my head to see his face. “It’s just, you have to let me go sometime, right? To meet the other Kings?”
His golden-copper eyes are intense but not furious, just…grave. “I will take you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just not yet,” he adds followed by the last word I was expecting. “Please?”
I nod my head in agreement since he asked so nicely. “Okay, if you say so.”
“Good, thank you,” he replies, his voice a little calmer as he reaches down to grab my chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth along my jaw almost caressingly. “I just want to keep you here with me a little longer.”
Oh.
Why does that sound like he’s still trying to get rid of me?
I don’t want him to throw me to the curb or keep trying to push me away.
The last few days have been some of the best of my life. They’ve been confusing as hell but incredibly good. So good that I’m not ready for them to end just yet.
And by God, I won’t let Marcus just toss me out because he’s done with me or whatever reason why he keeps trying to run me off.
I’m not leaving. Not until I’m good and ready to.
I’ll just have to figure out how to convince him to let me stay longer.
