Carrie's Answer (11 page)

“Never again, Carrie.”

She turned to face him, and Marcus gently pushed her back against the door.

“I will never share you again.” He whispered the words almost to himself as he bent his head and kissed her with a slow exploration that rocked her to the core.

She loved this man even more today than she had yesterday. More than she had ever thought possible.

She knew that in the light of the coming morning, she would cling to the picture of Marcus and the look in his steely gaze as it wandered over her face. Possession seemed carved into every line of his features. His smoky eyes seemed to shout
mine.
She pushed back the knowledge that it was really just
mine for now,
determined to wring every bit of pleasure that she could out of the weekend.

Chapter Thirteen

“Go get into the bath, Carrie-mine.” He stood waiting for her to obey. She could have sworn he wanted to say something else but he gave his head a shake and the moment passed. She went into his luxurious bathroom, leaving Marcus in the playroom.

The marble tub was huge, easily able to fit three or four people. Carrie felt a knot in her stomach as she wondered if Marcus entertained more than one woman at a time here. It made sense that he would and she chastised herself for getting upset. She didn’t have the right to be jealous. This was only one weekend. Marcus, while possessive, had given her no indication that he wanted something more from her. She needed to get girlish fantasies out of her mind and concentrate on the moment. She’d known the rules from the beginning. He’d demanded one weekend, nothing more. She prayed that he would be asking for more come Sunday night.

Slipping into the hot tub, Carrie let the warmth melt into her skin, loosening sore, stiff muscles. Her pussy was tender and swollen, as were her nipples. Her ass burned like fire. She gathered soapy water and let it trickle over her neck and back. She was deliciously sore from head to toe, well used and totally satisfied sexually for the first time in her life.

The bathroom door opened and Marcus entered. He knelt at the side of the tub, grabbing a thick sponge. He doused it with sweet-smelling body wash and began bathing her body. He worked slowly, starting at her aching feet, rising to the curve of her calf. Carrie leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of.

She closed her eyes, intent on enjoying the sensations, but Marcus had other ideas.

“Keep those damn eyes open.” He sounded thoroughly tired when he spoke. She noticed the dark circles under his gray gaze. She watched his hands glide up her thighs, her belly and chest. He was careful to go easy on her still-red nipples. He reached her neck, stroking the sponge over her shoulders until she was warm, clean and completely relaxed.

He dropped the sponge and started to rise. Carrie caught his forearm. He stooped and looked at where she was holding him.

“Join me,” she invited gently. She watched his hesitation grow as his arm tensed.

“Marcus, we only have two days. Join me and relax. Just for a little while.”

He eyed her a moment then turned his face away. Taking a deep breath, he turned back, stepping carefully into the tub behind her.

Carrie leaned into his chest. Marcus closed his eyes and enjoyed the quiet, the feel of her skin sliding against his. Not fucking or screaming out her pleasure, just resting together. It was such a simple act but one that Marcus had never experienced before. Karen had never shared this kind of intimacy with him. No woman had. He swallowed hard, myriad emotions battling to take hold of him at once. A man could get used to this.

He was so fucking torn and he didn’t like the feeling. He was left weak and unsure of himself for the first time in his life.

Daniel. He’d never come so close to hurting someone physically as he had his best friend. The minute Daniel had laid his hands on Carrie, Marcus had felt as if he’d been sucker punched.

He idly ran his hands up and down her arms. Caressing soft skin, he inhaled her scent, which lingered in the air. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of it, of her.

His first instinct was to tuck Carrie in her car and send her home. Cut all ties and leave them both in one piece, but he wouldn’t. He was still a selfish bastard and he didn’t want this to end yet. Besides, a tiny voice whispered in his heart, it was already too late to avoid heartache.

Absently, his arms crept around, clasping in front of her, holding her close. His mouth lingered on his favorite spot on her body, the back of her neck.

He listened to her breathe, felt her heart beating against his chest. Fuck, why did he feel this way now? Goddamn it, this wasn’t a complication he needed.

She suddenly turned from his embrace and slid to the opposite side of the tub, her gaze rising over his chest and back to his eyes. His arms felt empty, his entire body cold without her in his arms. He couldn’t help himself. He had to ask the dreaded question.

“Are you okay?” He hadn’t meant to sound harsh but it came out that way.

Carrie hiked her eyebrow and smiled.

“I’m fine.” She gave that mysterious little smile that never failed to make him crazy. “I’m better than fine.” Her smile widened. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been this good.”

He didn’t particularly care for the satisfied expression on her pretty little face. Was she thinking of him or Daniel, or that she’d been pleased by not one but two men? He grunted then realized how loud the sound had been when her eyes darkened and she licked her lips.

“Carrie, you racked up several punishments this evening. You don’t listen very well.” He wanted to laugh when the little vixen pouted her lips.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she argued, batting her eyelashes as she smiled coyly at him.

Marcus rubbed his hand over his mouth, hiding his smile at her teasing, then pointed to the place in front of him. “Present yourself to me, baby. Now.”

Carrie slid across the tub, kneeling between his thighs. Placing her hands under her breasts, she lifted them and held them out for him to enjoy. He leaned forward and pulled one nipple into his mouth. He was playing rough with the peak, nibbling it, biting sharply then sucking until she gasped from the pleasure/pain.

He backed off and suckled gently when she whimpered, laving his tongue over her entire breast, applying the gentlest of touches until she was squirming, begging for more. He devoured her other breast in the same manner.

“You are so fucking hot, baby,” he rasped against her red, throbbing nipple. “This would be so pretty with a little gold hoop.” He flicked his tongue over one red peak. “If you wanted to please your Dom, you’d get two sexy little ruby hoops here.”

It was a slipup, implying they had a future, but he didn’t care. She only seemed to melt further the more he laid claim to her.

His cock was perilously close to her pussy and he could tell she was dying to be touched. Marcus smiled against her skin. Popping her nipple from his hungry mouth, he stood up, dragging his stiff length along her torso as he rose. He stepped from the tub and held out a hand.

Carrie wanted to scream in frustration. Her body was humming with unfulfilled longing. She couldn’t believe how wet she was, even after the incredible sex she’d had less than an hour ago. But there she stood, taking Marcus’ hand, wanting nothing more than for him to throw her to the floor and ride her hard.

Apparently he was having none of that. Instead he grabbed a big fluffy towel and began drying her off. It was an exercise in keeping as still as possible. When he finished with her, he tossed the towel in the corner.

“Now it’s your turn, Carrie.” When Carrie went to grab another towel, Marcus stopped her. “Not with a towel, baby.”

“Then what would you like me to use,” she asked, confused until his thumb slid over her bottom lip.

“Use your mouth. I want to feel that hot tongue sliding over every inch of me.”

Her heart slammed into her throat. She hadn’t gotten the chance to explore Marcus’ body. Now she was going to know every part of it. She wanted Marcus to suffer as she was suffering. She wanted him to feel the heat rise and be helpless to do anything about it.

Carrie grinned. She felt truly devilish as she walked around his back. Kneeling, she placed her lips at his ankle. She slid slowly up his leg, licking every single drop of water from his hard muscles. She discovered a small scar along the back of one knee and flicked her tongue over it, smiling when the muscles clenched in response. The coarse hair lightly covering his legs tickled her nose as she continued a path up the back of his thighs.

She gently nudged his thighs and he widened his stance. Licking along the insides, she carefully nibbled his flesh here and there. He tried to hold in his pleasure but by the time her tongue and teeth rounded one tight ass cheek, Marcus no longer bothered to hold anything in. Instead he encouraged her.

“Mmmm, that’s it baby,” he hissed when her mouth danced a pattern between his ass cheeks and back down. He shuddered as her tongue touched him there over and over.

“
Fuck
, Carrie.” His uncontrolled outburst only encouraged her more. She licked her way back up his ass, along the length of his spine, lapping tight skin and the strong sinew housed underneath. This was a powerful man; powerful in his body as well as his mind. Carrie’s body was singing.

He watched her through stormy eyes as she moved to face him. Her tongue snaked along his jaw. She lapped at the droplets of water clinging to hot flesh.

She lowered her mouth to his flat male nipples, licking them gently before biting one hard enough to rock him on his feet. His erect cock hit Carrie’s damp skin as she knelt again, this time in front of him.

She stroked the front and sides of his thighs. Her mouth watered at the sight of the single dewy drop hanging from the tip of his swollen head. Her eyes darted to his and she gasped at the expression she found there. His eyes were wild, molten. Inflamed herself, she leaned forward, running her tongue along his heavy sac.

She had only a second to prepare before he fell to his knees. Hands on her hips, he spun her around so she was facing away from him. Excitement sliced through her. She felt the silk belt from one of the robes hanging on the back door wrapping around her arms from elbow to wrist, binding them tightly in front of her.

He placed a folded up towel on the floor and guided her down until her forehead hit the towel.

“Carrie, you drive a sane man to madness,” he groaned before filling her in one hard thrust.

Marcus leaned over her, trying to slow the force of his thrusts, not letting her see his face as he fucked her. He couldn’t let her see his control give way to something so foreign, so terrifying that he’d been left with only two choices: run like hell or fuck her hard. Marcus didn’t run. Instead he chose to sink himself into the one person who knew him better than anyone else in the world. The one person who scared him to death and the one person who deserved a hell of a lot more than Marcus could ever give.

“Please.” Her cry drew him out of thought as she pushed against him.

He grabbed her hair, pulling slightly, lifting her head up. “Please what, Carrie?”

“Please, Marcus. I need you to fuck me harder. I need to come.”

He needed no more encouragement. Pulling back until only the very crown of his cock lodged inside her, he made a sudden thrust forward, slamming into her welcoming heat. His thumb pressed against the delicate hole in her ass. She cried out for more and began to move in concert with him.

“That’s it, ease back into me,” he whispered, desperate to feel her wrapping those creamy walls tight around him. “Feel me, baby. Feel me taking you hard and deep. Like no one else.”

Carrie was mewling and wiggling. His thumb delved a little deeper into her ass.

“Tell me, Carrie-mine, have you ever been taken like this? So fully? Have you ever given a man everything?” He was playing with fire, asking for something he wasn’t able to give in return, but in this moment Marcus didn’t give a fuck. He wanted her answer. He tugged her hair.

“Answer me, baby. Tell me.” It was as close to begging as Marcus had ever come to in his life.

“No, no man has ever taken me this way.” She was shaking. “I’ve never given another soul what I’ve given you.”

He knew that later her confession would make him uneasy but for now Marcus only felt the triumph of having his woman beneath him, offering him everything, totally at his mercy.

He balls tightened and lifted, he quickly slid a finger against her clit and rubbed. Her head rolled back as she moaned in earnest. It was more than Marcus could take.

“Come, Carrie,” he bellowed as his orgasm shot hard into her welcoming depths. He pumped over and over until his cock jerked from the sensitivity of sliding into her recesses.

He stayed crouched over her for a long time, savoring her heat, the snug clasp of her twitching pussy on his softening cock. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled out.

With shaky hands, he grabbed a wet washcloth, washing himself off then stroking the cloth over her thighs but avoiding her pussy, unwilling to wipe away all the traces of his possession from her body. He liked knowing his seed marked her as his. With her hands still tied, he helped her rise to her knees, and then to stand.

Wrapping his arm around her, he held her tightly. They walked slowly out of the bathroom, through the playroom and down the hall into his bedroom. The significance of her being the first female in his room since his divorce—the only woman to sleep with him in this house—wasn’t lost on Marcus. He helped her to perch on the side of the bed. Pushing her thighs apart, Marcus knelt between her legs.

He untied her arms, rubbing the angry red marks left by the belt, kissing them again and again. When he finally looked up, his breath caught in his throat. Carrie showed no fear over the hard way he’d taken her. Instead her eyes were filled with fire, an obvious desire for more. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“You did well tonight.” The compliment brought a small smile to her face. Damn, he loved that smile. Marcus stood and pulled the covers back. “Lie down, baby. You need your rest.”