Consume Me (Devoured Club Series) (11 page)

“You have pleased me
, sub. Ready for a scene? Are you okay with a light flogging?” I asked as I continued to rub my hands up and down her body. Over her shoulders, down her arms, around her neck, watching her breathing become faster in anticipation as to where my hands would go next.

“Yes, sir
, that will be fine,” she replied, never lifting her eyes from the floor.

“I’m glad you agree
, my love. Stand now,” I demanded in a curt and short tone. Emma did as I said almost instantaneously. I walked around her so that I was facing her, and began to undo the corset. “We won’t need this in here.”

She stared into my eyes while I undid the knots and unwrapped the rope from her chest, allowing her breasts to pop back out.
God, I loved her breasts.
If I had to guess, they were probably a full C cup or small D, and rather perky for that size. Her nipples were already slightly erect, and I rubbed my fingers over them, perking them to their fullest points.

“To the middle of the room underneath the ring,” I again demanded of her. As she walked to the middle of the room, where I had installed the ring to the support earlier in the day
, I shifted my pants to relieve some of the tension of my straining cock. I wanted to bend her over the bed and sink myself into her, but instead I made my way to the armoire that held the toys here at the club, to retrieve the spreader bar and light flogger.

She was in position under the
ring, and I grabbed the rope off the bed on my way back to her. “Emma, I am going to bind your wrists together, and then suspend them above your head. After that I am going to attach your ankles to the spreader bar, and flog you. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” Her breath
was ragged, and her pupils were dilated.

“Good. Safe word?”

“Still cupcake, sir.” Her eyes bored into mine as I grabbed her wrists and placed them about two fist widths apart. I began to wrap the rope around her wrists.

Star
ting with the middle of the rope draped across her wrists, I took one end and wrapped it twice around both wrists. I took the other end and wrapped it around her wrists twice, but this time in the opposite direction. Next, I crossed the rope on the bottom of the wrap, and brought the edges up to the top. The loose ends of the rope wrapped around the horizontal wraps that I had made in the beginning, starting in the middle and continuing on each side, until their ends reached each wrist. I tightened the wrap by twisting it in opposite directions, and then secured it by tightening the ends through the last loops on either side.

Finally, I raised Emma’s arms over her head
, and attached the ropes to the ring above us. I stood back for a brief moment and observed her standing naked, bound, and attached to the ring. My cock throbbed in response, begging to be let out to play.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” I
grabbed the spreader bar off the bed and kneeled before her. “Spread your legs, Emma.” She did as I asked, and I strapped her right ankle to the cuff and proceeded to do the same with her left ankle. I adjusted the spreader bar to the desired width.

“Are you ready
, sub? You are going to answer a few questions for me as well,” I said, as I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, stopping just shy of her apex, causing her to release a moan that I knew she had attempted to conceal.

“Yes, sir, I am ready.” Her voice was laced with need and desire. The musky smell from her arousal filled my sense
s as I grabbed my flogger off the bed.

I began to run it over her body, lightly grazing her back and ass, the inside of her thighs
, and even through her pussy. The motion was meant to awaken her skin and desensitize it prior to me picking up the impact of the whip. I chose a low intensity flogger, one that would have a lighter sting and more thud than a thicker flogger. I wanted to start her off slow, and build her tolerance up. She had mentioned that one of her biggest fantasies was to be restrained against a St. Andrew’s cross and flogged until she came. I would make that fantasy come true, but for now, baby steps, so to say.

I continued to run the flogger over her, teasing her
while alternating between grazing and light strikes against her skin to awaken it, prepare it for the heavier strikes.

“Sub, tell me why
you hesitated earlier in the lounge?” I ran my hands over her breasts, pausing to feel them roll through my fingers, pinching her nipples before I picked up the flogger and continued on. Her body swayed toward me, yearning for more.

“Sir…I um…” her response fragmented as I lightly st
ruck her thigh with the flogger.

“I’m waiting, pet. Answer me.” I growled back while landing the flogger on her ass.

“Sir…Public nudity brought back a bad memory, sir, I’m sorry. I won’t hesitate again.” Her voice was shaky, as if she was trying to hide something. I picked up the speed and rhythm of the impacts, varying the positions from her ass to her back to her thighs. I paused to give her body a break, and her head sagged onto my shoulder.

I ran my fingers over her sex
, to find her wetness dripping down her leg.  “We will talk about that in more detail later, but one more question before I allow you to come.”

“Yes, sir?”

Running my fingers between her sex, I opened her lips up to allow myself access to her sensitive bud. Grazing my finger up and over it, her body shook and tightened. “Now, Emma, be honest with me, have you been a submissive before?”

I pulled my hand back away from the heat of her sex and waited her reply.

“Yes, sir…briefly before.” Her green eyes searched mine for any form of emotion, whether good or bad. I humored her with a smile.

“Thank you for your honesty
, Emma. I am in a giving mood tonight, and I want to see you come tied up to my spreader bar. Therefore, I will allow you to come. What do you say to your Master, Emma?”

Master? Had that just slipped from my mouth? Jesus, this woman had me all fucked up.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.” I place my fingers back into her sex, stretching open her lips so that I could access her opening. My cock throbbed against the leather of my pants as I plunged two fingers deep into her
cunt, and in that moment I wished that I had worn some form of underwear.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her wetness while taking her nipples into my mouth
, sucking them, teasing them with my tongue, biting them lightly. Emma’s moans increased as I circled my thumb on her clit. I picked up the speed of my fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, circling my thumb on her clit, applying enough pressure to allow her the friction she needed.

“Come on
, Emma, come for me now!” I demanded. I felt her cunt tighten around my fingers as I pressed into her front wall.

“OH MY GOD, MARCUS
!” she cried, as I continued my assault on her clit.

“Good girl, Emma. You come so sweetly
.” I pulled my hand away and sucked the juices of her arousal that laced my fingers.
God, she tasted so sweet.

I quickly undid the cuffs around her ankles allowing her time to stand up straight. 
I removed her from the ring and unwrapped the rope from her wrists, massaging them to regain blood flow. Picking her up, I placed her on the bed for some aftercare.

“Thank you, sir.” She looked up into my
eyes, and I kissed her forehead.
Maintain your control Marcus. You promised her professionalism.

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.”
And I meant it.
She looked at me again.
That look finally broke me. Fuck professionalism. I wanted her to be mine.

******

I walked her out through the locker room and watched her get safely into her car, and then headed to the office.
What the fuck was I going to do now?
I wanted her. I had finally admitted it to myself, but the training program.
Fuck, Lucas will be pissed. Hopefully he’ll understand.

Speaking of the devil, I looked up as I heard Lucas stroll into the office, Chloe not far behind. “Hey
, Luc.”

“Marcus. What’s going on? Your sub leave for the night?”

I watched him sink into the chair behind his desk as Chloe took her spot on the couch. “Yeah. And the other subs have left as well. Hey, can we talk for a second?”

“Sure. What’s up?” He looked up from the computer.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about the training program.” I looked away to a pile of paper work on my desk, and then back to him.

“I’ll find someone else to take over.” His answer was blunt, but he knew. Hell
, everyone knew.

“Thanks
, man. I just want to try with her. For once since April, I just want to try.”

“It’s not a problem
, Marcus. I’m glad you finally came to your senses.” I snickered. Lucas always had a way with words.

“Nothing like being blunt
, Luc. But honestly, thank you for understanding.” I looked over at Chloe and back to Lucas, who nodded. We understood each other perfectly. Hell, we had been through a lot together, and Lucas was the brother I’d never had. Fuck, without him and Devlin, I’m not sure what would have happened to me after April.

“Well
, that was a night.” Devlin said as he came through the door and fell into his chair. The office had three desks – one for each of us. Devoured was technically mine and Lucas’s, but we had given a share to Devlin as well, a year ago. We were like the three musketeers. One for all, and all for one.

“Marcus has decided to be a one sub Dom now,” Lucas piped up from over my shoulder.

I looked at him and smirked. “Geez, thanks for letting that out of the bag.”

Devlin didn’t miss a beat
. “So, that brunette you’ve been gaga over since she started, eh?” His Irish accent accentuated the ‘eh’, as if he was Canadian.

“Fuck you both
! Seriously, you know how hard the decision was, and I’m still not sure I’m doing the right thing. I should be protecting her from me, not subjecting her to it.” I rustled through some papers before I decided I’d had enough. “I’m going home. You can all have your laugh after I leave.”

“Chill out
, Marcus. We wouldn’t be us if we didn’t bust your balls a little. I’m glad that you are ready. We’ll have Cole take over the training program. No big deal. I’m happy for you, my friend. I really am.” Lucas stood and walked toward my desk, extending his hand out. I took it and brought him close for a hug.

“Thanks
, man. I do appreciate it.” I pulled away. “But I’m still heading home.” I bent down and kissed the top of Chloe’s head. “Night, love.”

“Night, sir. I’m glad you are pursuing her. She’s a great girl.”

I winked at her. “I know.”

And I did know. There was something about Emma that had me confused,
but in a good way. She made me reassess all my previous thoughts about relationships, about love. I just hoped that I wouldn’t hurt her, push her away, like I’d done to April.

Chapter 18- Emma

A few days had
passed since I last saw Marcus, yet we had texted almost every day since. I knew that he’d said he wanted to get to know me better, but this seemed like a different Marcus than the one I had come to know, even the little I knew about him. I didn’t know who I thought I was trying to kid, I was enjoying the attention. Yet, I was trying to make sure that I didn’t let myself slip into my old pattern with men, even though I knew, deep down, that he was different. Again, I still needed to know more. I could sense that there was something that Marcus wasn’t telling me, or at least trying to hide.

I was once again at the bakery. So much for a day off lately. Then again
, I shouldn’t complain. Business was good, and I was happy. So, even with no days off, I could still hope for one slow week. I walked out to the front retail area of the bakery to assess what we needed on the floor, and to finish stocking the shelves. Nikki was there again, and between her, Ally and me, we were all in need of a day off. Nikki was making a fresh pot of coffee and wiping down the coffee bar. I always thought it was a nice feel for the customers to be able to make their own coffee. On any given day, we offered about six or seven different options for flavors and caffeine levels, along with about five different tea options. We weren’t Starbucks, but we held our own.

“Nikki, I was thinking that maybe Ally, you and I need a girl’s night out. Are you game?”

“When were you thinking?”

“How about Friday night? I’ll see if one of the part time girls can open the bakery on Saturday morning.” I watched as she contemplated the thought,
the motion of her hand across the coffee bar stalling, and her head tilted to the side.

“Are you sure you can get out of your weekly meeting?” She stared at me, sarcasm laced the question.

“I can do whatever I like.” I responded, hoping that Marcus wouldn’t be pissed off I was going to bail on training, but I was in need of a girl’s night, and I had been neglecting my sister and my best friend. I owed this to them.

“Sure. I’ve missed us. Oh
, by the way, I think we need to hire another counter helper or two.” She returned to cleaning the bar, before popping her way back behind the counter.

“I was thinking the same thing. I’ll put an ad in the paper and a sign in the window. Can you help with interviewing and training?” I looked at her as she wiped the counter.

Nikki turned toward me and looked at my eyes. “Have I ever let you down before?”
Touché.
I could hear the hurt in her voice. Nikki and I had been friends since we could walk. We’d gone through everything together; boyfriends, first heartbreaks, our awkward phases, and even the bakery. Nikki moved to Boston to help me open and run the bakery after my parents died. I would be lost without her, and I was not being a good friend lately. Keeping my relationship with Marcus and the whole training program at the club a secret from her was taxing our relationship.

“No
, you never have. I’ll explain my behavior in due time. Please trust me?” I said, more of a question than a statement.

Nikki nodded
, and returned to cleaning the bakery. I nodded back at her, and headed into the kitchen to work on the pastries for the shop and an order that had come in the other day. I thought about texting Marcus to ask about Friday night, well, tell him about Friday night. I don’t recall the agreement requiring me to ask to hang out with my friends. It would be a courtesy, but then, officially, he was only my Dom within the club, not my boyfriend outside of it, although I wouldn’t have minded.

******

Nikki came into the kitchen a couple of hours later, with a long rectangular box. I looked up from the metal work table that I had been laying fondant flowers on. “What’s that?”

“How would I know? Looks like flowers.”

“Any idea where they came from? Who the box is from?”

“No. I came back from the bathroom
, and the box was laying on the counter, addressed to you. Maybe it’s from your new friend?” She cracked a smile across her petite face.

“Maybe
,” I said as I opened the lid to find a dozen red roses. I searched the box for a card, note, or any indication of where they had come from. Nothing.

“Well
, they are beautiful. I’ll get them into water.” Nikki said as she turned toward the shelves that held our extra decorating supplies and vases for the shop.

“Thank you, Nik.”

“No problem, Em. Oh, Ally just came in. I’m going to head out for the day, is that okay?”

“Of course it is. I’d join you
, but Mrs. Peachnet’s order awaits.” We both chuckled at the comment, and thought of the woman that had become a proverbial thorn in my ass the last week, constantly calling the shop, checking on the status of her order, even though I told her it would be a week.

“Have a good night.” She gathered her stuff from the office and headed out the back entrance. Ally walked into the kitchen
. “Hey sis. Been busy today?”

“Not too much. Steady. Oh, you, me and Nikki- girl’s night Friday. You in?” I asked as I continued to place more fondant pieces onto the cool metal counter.

“Hell, yeah! It’s been awhile since we hit the town. Anything particular?”

“No. I was thinking about inviting another girl I know. You cool with that?”

“Sure, whatever you want. I’m just happy I’m not the one opening Saturday.” Ally laughed, and headed back to the front of the store, while I turned my attention back to the fondant. I heard Ally talking to some customers about a small order, and turned to see what was going on and if she needed any help, which she didn’t.

Ally
had moved to Boston about a year after our parents died. Again, to help me with the bakery, and to be closer to each other. The bakery was our baby. Our memorial to our mother. The thought brought tears to my eyes, as I thought back to the day I received the news that they had been in a car accident. It was the summer after I graduated from Johnson and Wales. I was working as a pastry chef for a hotel in Boston, and had just moved to the city. Ally had just graduated from high school, and was supposed to head to college in the fall, which she still did, at my urging. My parents were coming back from a fundraiser for a charity that my mother was passionate about, and were struck head on by a delivery truck that had lost its brakes or something like that. It was an accident, but it took the two people that mattered the most to me in my life. Malorie’s was a tribute to my mother’s memory, and to all the memories that Ally and I had of baking with her. Shaking my head to release the memory, I tried to focus on the task in front of me, with no luck.

“Hey
, Em?” I heard Ally’s voice call from the front of the store.

“Yeah?”

“There’s someone here to see you.”

“Be right there.” How had I missed hearing the door open? Apparently I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts. I wiped my hands, checked the time
, and headed to the front. It was seven o’clock, and we were closing shortly. Wednesdays were slower, so I shut the bakery down early.

I took the corner to see Marcus standing at the counter
, chatting casually with Ally.

“Hey,” I said as I walked over to the two of them. They stopped talking and both turned to look at me.

“Hey,” Marcus replied. He was dressed in a pair of low rise blue jeans, and a black t-shirt that showed every muscle in his upper body. He had on a leather coat, and his hair was a bit messy. I noticed he had a motorcycle helmet in his hand.

“A bit chilly for a bike, isn’t it?” I asked
, eyeing the helmet.

“Your sister and I were just talking about that,” he snickered
, and looked at Ally and then back at me. “There isn’t snow on the ground yet. I needed to clear my head. No other way to do that.”

I noticed
, out of the corner of my eye, Ally look at Marcus, and then back at me. “Um, Em. I’m going to go if you don’t mind. I’ll leave you two to whatever…” Her voice trailed off as I heard her head to the office, and, moments later, out the back door.

I looked at Marcus and pursed my lips
. “What did you need to clear your head about?”

“Nothing for you to worry about.” We stood staring at each other for what felt like minutes
, even though, in reality, it was only a few seconds.

“What are you doing here
, Marcus?” I asked as I made my way around him to go and lock the door.

“I wanted to see you
, Emma. Nothing wrong with that, either.” His hand caught my abdomen as I tried to maneuver my way back around him, pulling my back tight to his chest. “You smell good.”

I
tried to pull away, but his arms held me tight. “I smell like frosting, pastry and cake batter. But, hey, whatever floats your boat.” I shrugged my shoulders as he let me go. I headed to the work table to put away the fondant pieces.

Marcus had stopped in the door way
, and was now leaning against it. The man was hot, and even though I tried hard to not let my libido be affected by him, I failed. Miserably. His dark hair currently hung down over his forehead into his eye, as he watched me place the fondant pieces onto a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. “Want help?” he offered standing straight and walking toward the counter.

“It would go faster. Soooo…” I let the word linger in the air.
“Again, why are you here?”

“Well,” he started as he washed his hands and took another cookie sheet from my pile
, then looked around for the parchment paper. “I wanted to see you. See if you maybe wanted to grab some food.” He looked up at me, and I handed him the roll of parchment and continued placing my pieces onto my sheet.

“I already ate, but thanks anyway.” I finished filling up the sheet I was working on
, and began toward the walk-in.

“Why are you being so cold tonight?” I heard him ask as I entered the refrigerator. I paused before answering.
Why was I being a bitch? It wasn’t like we weren’t talking.

“I guess I just can’t read you
, Marcus. One minute it’s ‘I want to be professional’ and the next minute, you’re texting me all the time, and showing up. It’s confusing, that’s all. And, to top it off, you haven’t told me much about you.” I returned to the metal workstation and pulled another cookie sheet. There were about three hundred fondant pieces that needed to be put away. As I grabbed the parchment paper, I turned, and walked into Marcus’s rock hard chest. I hadn’t even heard him move to me.

“There’s nothing to be confused about
, Emma. I enjoy your company, and I want to see you outside of the club.” His hands encircled my waist and pulled me tight to him. His fingers grazed my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. “As for me, ask away. Anything you want to know, I will tell you. But first…” His eyes bore into mine, and I felt the familiar buzz of electricity hum between us.

“But what?” I muttered
, still staring into his eyes. Marcus lowered his mouth to mine and hovered an inch above my lips. I could feel his breath on my face as he waited, for what I didn’t know. My tongue swiped my lips, wetting them in anticipation of him kissing me.
Please kiss me
, my mind screamed. Marcus’s hands came up to my face, encasing each side with each of his hands.

“You are so beautiful. I’m going to kiss you and I might not be able to stop.”

My heart raced. My breath quickened. My pussy clenched. “Please don’t stop.”

Marcus’s lips crashed into mine, his hands pulling my face to his leaving
, no room for anything. His tongue teased my lips open to explore the inner area of my mouth, stroking my tongue. I opened up willingly as he pulled me closer to him, deepening the kiss, seizing my mouth as if it was virgin territory. He took control of the intensity and speed, encircling his tongue with mine, as we explored each other in a way we hadn’t yet. His hands moved down to my waist, making their way to the hem of my shirt. Marcus gently pushed me back toward the counter with his upper body. I tried to pull away but he had my back pinned to the edge of the counter and my lips to his.

“Marcus, the fondant…” I mumbled against his mouth
, hoping he’d get the hint. And he did. Swinging me around, he landed me against the counter behind us. His mouth began to explore mine again. My hands hit the edge of the counter to brace myself, while his hands returned to their original mission, my shirt. I felt his fingers dance across the hem and grab at the sides. With the shirt pulled upward and off over my head, I was now standing in my kitchen in my jeans and a bra. Marcus stood back and moved his eyes over my body. I rested my back against the counter and freed my hands to remove his jacket, landing it somewhere on the floor. Marcus’s lips were back on mine as I pulled his tee shirt from the hem of his pants, pulling it over his head, revealing his tattoo-covered chest and arms. I could feel the wetness increasing in my pussy, as he pulled me tight to his body, shoving his hand into my hair, driving his tongue back into my mouth. This man knew how to kiss, there was no denying that.