Red, White and Sensual (9 page)

I force myself to stop choking and glare at him. “Last time I checked, sir, it was my body.”

He grins and licks a drop of wine off his lip.
God damn him for being so fucking beautiful. He doesn’t answer me or respond, he simply stands and walks over to the chair next to me. I flinch when he sits down and leans over until his lips are nearly touching mine.

“Perhaps it is yours, but let me assure you, sweet girl. I’m about to own it….”

I gasp when his fingers slide up my thigh. Oh no, we’re not going to punish and leave me hanging again. I grip his hand, curling my fingers around his.

“Don’t play with me, sir.”

He leans across and runs his tongue along my bottom lip. I shudder.

“I’m not playing, I’m deadly serious
, Miss Walters.”

“Don’t tease me anymore, please,” I say, not recognizing my own sultry voice.

“I don’t plan to tease, I plan to dominate.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he whispers.

His lips don’t touch
mine, instead he moves them over my jaw and up to my ear. He licks and sucks as his fingers continue to slide up my thigh and find my damp panties.

“You want it too, while you deny it,” he pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth before finishing with, “Your beautiful little cunt says other things.”

I gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his fingers into my mouth. I bite down onto them and he growls, but doesn’t pull them out. His other hand finds my wet heat again and he slides his finger under my panties, finding my clit. I groan and clamp down onto his finger again as he gently begins massaging and stroking me until I’m squirming on the chair. Suddenly, he slides his finger out of my mouth and turns on the seat so it simply looks like we’re sitting side by side.

A waitress walks out and I force my hooded eyes over to where she begins putting food on the table. She looks over at Marcus, a little suspiciously considering he’s sitting beside me. He continues working my clit, and oh god, I’m so close to coming it’s embarrassing. The waitress continues to slowly serve the food, taking her sweet fucking time. I want to scream at her to hurry up, I’m so close. Marcus simply sips his wine and smiles at her, his finger still sliding over my clit. I can’t hold back my orgasm though, I tried, god, I did.

I put my head in my hand and cough loudly to cover the moan and shudder that tears through my body. The waitress stops and when I look up, still flushed and panting a little, she’s giving me a curious look.

“Is everything ok
miss?”

“Fine,” I squeak.

Marcus smiles and slides his hand from my panties. As if the waitress isn’t in the room, he quickly slips his hand up and slides his finger into his mouth. I gape at him as he sucks my arousal off. The waitress looks at him curiously, but he simply slides his finger out and says to her, “That sauce is delicious.”

His voice is a husky purr and she flushes and smiles, nodding. Idiot thinks he’s talking about the sauce she had placed in front of us. I am still coming down from one hell of a release
, when Marcus turns to me. His eyes, god, those brown depths are promising so many things. Pleasure, pain, lust, love and desire. It’s hard to look away, I want to but…god…I can’t.

He shifts and stands when the waitress leaves, I see the massive bulge in his pants and a huge part of me wants to get on my knees and lick that cock until he’s begging me to stop. He notices my gaze and grins as he takes his seat.

“Later, sweet girl. I will come to you later.”

“What?” I gasp, looking up at him.

He meets my gaze and a slow, sexy smile creeps across his face. “Tonight, my sweet, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe.”

My mouth drops open but before I can respond, Chayne enters the dining room. This not only shocks me, but Marcus too. She saunters in looking like candy dipped in chocolate. The woman is stunning. She grins at Marcus and then gives me a simple, cold smile. She slides into the chair next to him and leans in to kiss him. I’m surprised when he quickly picks up his wine glass and takes a sip before letting her kiss him.

I know exactly why he sipped that wine, because I know what taste would be in his mouth. My blood boils and I feel my vision cloud. He’s kissing her, right in front of me, after he just shoved his fingers in my panties. What the hell am I doing here? What sort of idiot…the man is basically married and I’m letting him touch me up and was actually considering letting him fuck me until I couldn’t walk. I stand and drop my napkin.

“I’m not really hungry, thank you
, sir.”

Marcus looks over at me, and Chayne turns her head to stare at me as though I’m no more significant than a fly.

“You didn’t eat, Miss Walters.”

“I really didn’t feel like it, goodnight.”

I turn and walk off, I hear Marcus call my name but I don’t bother stopping. I walk down the halls, feeling my hands tremble. I feel like a complete idiot. The man has a beautiful fiancé, who he no doubt fucks senseless each night, and here I am considering letting him make a toy out of me. A fucking toy. He doesn’t need me, I would be no more than a bit of fun, a bit of fresh meat.

When I get into my room, I slam the door loudly. With a sigh, I open it again and apologize to the
guards. They both nod, but neither say anything. I shut it a little more gently this time and then slump down at my desk. I can’t ring Quinn or Raine about this, they would be so angry at me. I’m an idiot, I don’t need to be told twice. I feel hot tears burn my eyes and I’m angry that I have let myself get to this point. What’s wrong with me?

I stand and dig through my closet to find a satin nightie. Then I slip into the shower, ignoring the tingle that shoots through me as the hot water touches my heated skin. I wash my hair and shave my legs, trying desperately to take my mind off the fact that I very nearly slept with a taken man. When I get out of the shower, I dress and walk back into my room to find Marcus sitting at the end of my bed. I skid to a halt.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I spit.

“You left before dinner was served,” he says, his tone simple.

“Oh gee, I wonder why? It couldn’t have been that you basically finger fucked me at the table and then your fiancé walked in and you kissed her right in front of me as though I am no more than a pathetic toy. Don’t play with me Marcus, I’m here to work and I let you get the better of me when I knew I should have stayed away. It won’t be happening again. I won’t be the girl you fuck for something to do, then go back to your fiancé each night and fuck her too. You can just…”

He’s up and
is in front of me before I can finish what I was saying. He grips my hip with one hand and tangles his other in my hair. He tilts my head back and growls. “I haven’t fucked my fiancé for at least six months. She spends her nights fucking someone else. Do you think I’m that much of a fucking bastard that I would screw two women in one day? Do you know what it’s like to be engaged to someone you don’t love, merely for business purposes? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see your sweet little face in my office each day and not take you over and over again?”

My mouth opens and I whimper, “You kissed her!”

“Because it would cause a problem if I just shoved her away and told her I don’t want to kiss her. Do you know what sort of hell my life would be if I did that?”

“Please, just stop…let me go…”

“No, because you want this as much as I do and I won’t leave until you admit that you want what I’m offering.”

“I don’t,” I whimper. “I don’t.”

“You do.”

“No.”

He leans down and glides his lips across my throat and murmurs another yes against my skin. That’s it for me, every boundary I set between us crumbles, and I clutch him with desperate need. I do want him. I want him to fix every bad sexual experience in my head. I want him to show my body how to come alive again. I want him to show me how to trust once more. With a groan, he scoops me up and deposits me onto the bed.

The mattress is soft under my back
as he lays me down. His body lands over mine and I can feel every hard inch of him. With a groan, I tangle my hands in his hair and kiss him so forcefully I taste blood. He hisses and pulls back, looking down at me. He rocks his hips and his erection presses into my sex, causing a strangled sound to escape my throat.

“My way, do you understand?” he
murmurs.

“Yes,” I hear myself saying, but not quite believing it.

“Safe word.”

I close my eyes, feeling fear rise up. You can do this. He won’t hurt you.
Ben said he wouldn’t hurt you either
, my inner voice taunts. Marcus takes my cheek and whispers, “Open your eyes.”

I open them and meet his liquid chocolate ones. He strokes my bottom lip.

“Trust me, give me a word. You say that word, I’ll stop. I promise you.”

“Purple,” I whisper.

“And a word for me to slow down, but not stop?”

“Green.”

“Very good, sweet girl. Tell me what you’re afraid of, tell me your hard limits.”

I raise my wrists and put them up to his face. He looks down and when he sees the deep gashes I usually keep covered, he jerks. He grips them and runs his fingers over the horrible memories.

“Being tied up,” I whisper.

He stares at my wrists for so long, I wonder if he’s reconsidering. Eventually, he presses a soft kiss to the scars and places them up above my head.

“Just my hands, I won’t tie you, I’ll just hold you.”

I nod, swallowing.

“What else?”

“Whips.”

He nods, understanding. It’s surprising.

“We’ll work up to that sort of thing,
if
you feel you can. Until then, only my hand.”

I nod again, feeling my stomach twist angrily. He strokes my cheek again and keeps his gaze locked firmly
on mine. I trust him, I don’t know why, but I do. There’s warmth in Marcus’ eyes that Ben never had.

“I promise you, I won’t hurt you.”

Then he leans down and captures my mouth in another deep, heated kiss. His fingers slide up my thigh as he finds that I’m wearing no panties under my nightie. With a groan, he slips his hand under it and finds my heated flesh. Then he moves his head down and sucks my nipple through the satin. I groan and arch up to him as my nipple hardens and begs for more. He grips the strap and lowers the nightie, revealing my breasts.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, drawing my nipple into his mouth and sucking until I’m letting off little whimpers.

He licks, teases and taunts my nipples while his other finger flicks over my clit. When I come hard, he rocks his hips into mine and increases my pleasure by pressing his hard length against my core. Before I know it, his shirt is gone and he’s sitting above me, staring down. I stare at the perfection that is Marcus’ body. Hard, firm, planes of muscle stretch over wide shoulders that narrow down to one heck of a six pack. That then narrows down to a beautiful sculpted pelvis. Marcus is clean skinned, not one mark, tattoo or piercing on his beautiful body.

His skin is perfectly smooth, lightly olive and begging to be licked. The bul
ge in his pants captures my eye a moment and oh, I want so badly to see what he packs down below. He grips the top button of his slacks and undoes them. As if in slow motion I watch him lowering them until a long, hard, thick cock springs free. I gasp, the size alone is impressive. Holy sweet mother. Thick, pulsing and oh so erotic.

“Oh god,” I whisper.

When his pants are off, he tosses them to the side. He grips a foil packet, I don’t even know where he got it, and tears it open with his mouth. I can’t move my eyes from that impressive erection. I watch as he grips it and rolls the condom over his thick head and then down the length of his shaft. Sweet mother, I’m going to come before he even touches me. When he’s fully sheathed, he slides his body over mine again.

He grips my hands and puts them above my head, holding them firmly in one of his. With his other hand, he jacks one of my legs over his hip and presses at my entrance. His eyes are burning
into mine as he murmurs the next words. “Don’t come until I tell you to, if you do, I’ll punish you.”

I
nod, I don’t even know myself right now. His eyes search my face, and then he surges forward, filling me in one, hard thrust. I cry out and tighten around him, a burning pain shoots through me as I stretch to accommodate his large length. He hisses and I groan as he jerks his hips back, and fills me again. Pleasure is soon overriding the pain and I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him down closer to me.

“Ah
ah, patience, sweet girl.”

I groan as he slowly slides his length out, then drives it back in. He grips my hip and tilts it up, hitting that perfect spot as his thrusts become more measured. I whimper his name, biting my lip to stop my orgasm from coming when it so
desperately needs to. I’m on the edge, a few more of those perfect thrusts and I’m going to come so hard I’ll strangle him with my shudders.