Big Book of Smut (25 page)

Marcus broke the kiss and tugged again at her nipple. “Come now,” he said, smiling.

Valerie glanced nervously around the neighboring condos and yards. While there were lights in homes and entrance ways, the cover of darkness seemed complete enough here to hide her shame.

At least, as long as no one was explicitly looking this way.

Valerie stepped out of the car with some reluctance. The made their way to the front door, or rather, Marcus led her by the nipple to his front door. “Hey,” she said, “When do I get my nipple back?”

Marcus already had the house key in his free hand. “You’ll have my nipple back when I’m done with it,” he laughed. Valerie wondered if he was dyslexic. Her nipple was feeling sensitive, and he pulled it harder than before when leading her through the doorway.

“Not long now, I promise,” he said, leading her through the condo to his bedroom.

“But my nipple hurts
now
,” she wailed.

“By the way, my roommate isn’t home. No need to advertise so loudly.”

Valerie dropped her purse inside the bedroom just as Marcus released her nipple. Grateful, she whirled, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. “Don’t ever do that again!”

“Let go?” He grabbed her nipple again. “Okay. If you insist.”

“Hey!” She ran her hands down his back and untucked his polo shirt. She slid her hands under his waistband. “Cold hands!” she threatened, her palms, chilly from the outdoors, flat against his rear.

“Now that isn’t fair,” Marcus said, releasing her nipple.

Chapter 4: Ask Nicely

Their hands were everywhere, unbuttoning, caressing, unhooking, kicking off bottoms, slipping out of tops, and they tumbled, naked, onto the bed. It was dark, so Valerie couldn’t see him, but her sense of touch told her his body was spectacular. She straddled him, and she kissed him, open-mouthed and hungry. She reached back to feel his cock. Freed now, it was even more impressive than she’d imagined.

Valerie had had enough of foreplay, between class yesterday and the car on the way over. She was sex-starved and wetter than she’d ever felt in her life. She slid back, ready to slam down on his cock and take it inside her….

Abruptly, Marcus pushed her off of him, chuckling, spinning her around. Now she was on her back on the king-size bed, Marcus looming over her. If that was the way he wanted it, she was perfectly fine with that. She was getting laid either way.

Valerie opened her legs for him, and wrapped her arms around his back. He plastered little kisses on her breasts, and came back up, his cock rubbing her pussy enticingly.

“Oh, come
on
,” Valerie exhorted.

“Do you want my cock?” Marcus asked, pressing it against her pussy.

“Yes,” Valerie nodded quickly.

“Ask nicely,” Marcus said.

What? She was as hot as she’d ever been, her mind lost in the feeling of sex, and the question confused her.

“Just ask for what you want,” Marcus said. “Ask for my cock and you shall receive.”

So he wanted to role play, or something. No problem! Anything to get that rock hard cock in her. “Please, give me your cock,” she begged.

“Do you want it?”

“I want it. I want your cock. Please!” Valerie could hardly believe what she was hearing, but it made sense. He was just covering his ass in case Valerie had regrets down the line. That had to be it.

Plus, saying it? It felt right and proper.

Chapter 5: And Ye Shall Receive...Or Shall Ye?

Marcus thrust into her wet hole, and she wrapped her legs around him as he penetrated deeper. He was thick, and she felt him sliding his whole length as she’d never felt with Rob. She felt stretched, but pleasantly so; her lubrication made her vagina
very
accommodating at this moment.

They fell into a rhythm, slowly at first. Marcus thrusting his cock in her, Valerie meeting him with her hips. She kissed his neck, and found that a spot below his ear made him shiver in delight. He growled then, and held her hands against the bed, tight in his own. He thrust harder, almost angrily, and Valerie rose to meet him, slamming her pelvis into his. She wanted him inside her as deeply as possible. Every time they met, Valerie felt the pressure push against her clit, heightening her arousal.

Valerie tried to pull her hands away from Marcus’. He shook his head and pulled out of her abruptly, sliding down to the end of the bed. Valerie was about to complain when she felt his hands roughly pushing her thighs wider apart, and his head bent down between her legs.

He raised his head momentarily. “Don’t move. If you do, I’ll stop,” he said.

Valerie worried her nod would be construed as moving, but she nodded anyway. Marcus licked her labia, poking his tongue inside her. His hands kneaded her thighs. His tongue snaked up to her clit, licking around it at first. Valerie moaned, desperate for more.

Marcus slid a finger inside her dripping hole, and at the same time flicked his tongue over her clit, over and over. He continued fucking her with his finger and teasing her clit with his tongue. Her buttocks clenched as her orgasm grew within her. “More…more…” was all she could find to say, as the explosive feeling built up and gathered.

Valerie was going to come, not from her own hand, and she was going to come
hard
. She shook her head from side to side. Her mind noted a glowing red light in the darkness, and filed the knowledge away. Her left hand shot down to clutch the bedsheet; her right hand caressed Marcus’ hair, his head buried in her crotch.

She was close, so close. Her moans grew more regular, and her pussy muscles contracted as she neared her orgasm. “Oh, Marcus,” she breathed, “I’m coming!”

No, she wasn’t. Marcus lifted his head, got up off the bed and stood beside her. Valerie gasped, still flush with her arousal, and mutely pointed in the direction of her clit while she gazed at him imploringly. She was so close. She could come in about two seconds if he’d just get back to what he was doing.

No worries. She could take care of it herself. It would still be a good one, better than she’d had in months. She snaked her hand down to her crotch.

Marcus grabbed her arm and pulled it back, shaking his head. “What did I tell you? Before I began?”

Valerie racked her brain. “The moving thing?” Was that what he was on about?

Marcus nodded. “You lost your right to that orgasm. But you can still earn another one.”

Her impending orgasm had receded significantly and her wits began to return to her. Spreading her legs in the car, being led around by her nipple, those were all fun and games — she could go along with them for
his
sake — but this was getting ridiculous.

“I think I should be going,” she said, moving to get out of bed. “It’s been fun, but I don’t think I’m into this.”

Marcus still held her arm. His tone softened. “Aw, please stay. Let me explain. Here.” He got into bed beside her. His hand went to her pussy and began lazily fingering her clit and her still-wet hole, alternating between them.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Valerie,” he said. Her arousal was returning, his hand’s ministrations between clit and hole keeping it at an even, if distracting, level.

“But I just want some fun,” Valerie said. “A good time for a night. Maybe a few. You’re a great guy, Marcus, but—”

Marcus shushed her by pressing a finger to her lips. It annoyed her, even through her arousal.

Even though her pussy was screaming to have his tongue or his cock back.

“Just let me talk for a bit, okay?” he asked kindly. “Now, see that little light over there in the corner?”

Valerie nodded.

“That’s my insurance policy. I’ve recorded everything.”

Valerie gasped.

“Wait!” Marcus continued fingering her. “I’d never use it against you. Well, I would, but only if you didn’t agree to my proposal. That’s sensible, right? Completely logical.”

Valerie taught logic, though it was hard to apply those principles right at this moment. Against every logical bone in her body, her hips lifted to urge his finger to press harder. Marcus was waiting for her to respond. She nodded. “Logical,” she managed to say.

“Here’s the thing. You’re a slut, Valerie. You’ve always been a slut, but you’ve been too busy dating milquetoast professors to realize it.”

How did he know about Rob
?

“And with that body, that pussy, those tits, that gorgeous round ass, it would be a shame to let that go to waste wouldn’t it?”

When Valerie didn’t respond, he very lightly grasped her clit between his thumb and forefinger. It didn’t hurt, but with the slightest movement she’d feel agony.

“Wouldn’t it, Valerie?”

Valerie nodded quickly. What was he getting at?

“And we already know you’re submissive.”

“No, I’m not!”

“You exposed yourself in public at my order,” Marcus smirked.

Drat
. Valerie couldn’t deny that.

“So here’s what I propose. I want a toy, you were made to be a toy. You’ll be my submissive slut, obey my orders, and serve me however I wish. In return, I keep that video safe and secure in my family’s vault.”

He was still stimulating her, for gods’ sake! She was getting close to coming, too. He must be finger fucking me harder, she thought. This conversation can’t have anything to do with this!

Marcus laughed. “This is turning you on, slut,” he said.

Oh, she was even closer now.

“You’ll get to keep your job, because no one will know. The video won’t be on Facebook, or sent to every person on campus, from the dean on down. You’ll get orgasms — when you earn them, and you’ll get to suck my cock as often as I like. It’s a win for everyone!” Marcus exulted.

Valerie squirmed. Just a little more. She was so close.

“What do you say, Valerie? Do you want to be my toy?”

She bit her lip. She wanted to come…but his terms….

Marcus’ tone became stern. “Remember, slut, my family is extremely well-connected. If you cross me, your life won’t be pleasant. That isn’t a threat. People in my family simply get what they want, and what I want is this cunt.”

He was still fingering her, and in spite of everything she was still more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.

Valerie nodded. She was prepared to agree to just about anything in that moment.

“Say it.”

Valerie worked hard to form the words. “I want…to be your toy.” He would let her come now. She was ready.

“Good girl,” Marcus said, and suddenly her clit was alone. He’d pulled his hand away completely, just as she was about to come.

Valerie sat up with an anguished cry. “What did you do that for?”

“Remember our agreement, slut,” Marcus grinned. “Orgasms have to be earned.”

What on earth did he have in mind?

Marcus pointed to the carpet at his feet. “On your knees, slut.”

Valerie knelt before him, saying, “You don’t have to be so demeaning, you know.”

“Says the slut talking to my penis,” Marcus said dryly. “Get to work.”

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Hands shaking, Vanessa scribbled down the directions the man on the phone gave her. She cleared her throat twice before speaking when he asked if she had any questions.

"No, uh… I got everything. Nine o'clock, right?"

"Yes," he replied, sounding bored. "And don't be late or we'll give your spot away. There are a lot more wannabe singers in this town than stages to put them on."

"Yes, of course. I'll be on time."

"Fine. We'll see you in a few hours. Oh, and one more thing. Wear something sexy, so if you choke the audience has something nice to look at." He hung up.

"Asshole," she said to herself. Shouldn't a guy giving amateur singers a chance be a little more supportive? Must be jaded, she figured with a shrug before turning to face the closet. She looked in the mirror and frowned. The nice, but shapeless black top and slacks she wore were designed to downplay her body, keep the attention on her face, her voice.