Marcus: A Black Lily Club Story (6 page)

Chapter 7

The light rap of knuckles on my door drags me from my exhausted slumber. “Who is it?”

“Jasmine, it’s Sam. Can we talk?”

I crawl from the couch, inching my way to the door, in a shuffle of dread. She can only be here because Marcus sent her. I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about this yet.

I click the lock on the door, swinging it open, and motioning her inside. “Come in, I’ll put some coffee on.” I leave her in the doorway and stagger to the kitchen.

I find Sam slumped over on my couch, head in her hands. “What’s up Sam? Why are you here?”

“Jasmine, Marcus is lost, without you there.”

“Well if he didn’t want me to leave, why would he push me away?” I hate the way my voice cracks, when I talk about this.

She levels her gaze at me, patting the sofa beside her. “Sit down Jas, we need to hash this out.”

I plop down on the couch next to her, meeting her stare head on. “ Sam, if he sent you here, I’m not ready to go back yet.”

“He didn’t send me Jas, I came because I’m his friend, he’s in a lot of pain and I just want to help. He loves you.”

“Wh...what did you say?” Damn it, my voice needs to quit cracking.

“Marcus loves you. He is really beating himself up about what happened.” Sam’s voice soothes my broken heart.

“Why would he do that then, I don’t understand?”

“Jasmine, dominants like to push a subs boundaries. It helps the submissive grow and learn. You should have talks this out with him, after you got scared, honest communication remember.”

“Shit, Sam your right, but I was so hurt, he left me there. He’d been so cold all night long, I didn’t understand the switch in his feelings.” The hot tears stream down my face. My eyes burn with sadness and shame.

“Marcus has a hard time controlling his emotions, hon. You need to tell him this, explain how you feel.” She pulls me against her rubbing my back.

I settle closer to her curling into her embrace and just cry. I don’t know how to have this conversation with him, but I need to do it. Sam continues to hold me, letting me sob all over her. Shoulders shaking, my breath hiccups in my throat.

“Sam, thank you. I needed that.” I pull back from her seeing her own pain etched on her face. “Sam what’s wrong?”

“Jas, it’s been a long week for us all.” She forces a smile.

“Sam, do you want to talk about it?” Her eyes sparkles like bottomless crystal pools. My body heats, waves of lust lick at my core. Her gaze rakes across my skin, licking flames of hell fire across me. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, but she is ethereal.

“I wanted to talk to you about, what you witnessed, Friday night.” Her gaze flicks around the room, avoiding eye contact with me.

“I wouldn’t let Marcus explain anything, it is your story, and your right to share or not.” I place my hand on her leg, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Her smile lights up her face, when she looks back at me. “ I know Marcus loves you and I want you to understand, that it’s not normal behavior in the club. I want us to be friends.”

“I know you mean a lot to Marcus too and I would love to be friends.”

“I don’t like playing a dominant.” She blurts out the simple statement taking me by complete surprise.

“But, you were-”

She cuts me off, “ I know what you seen and it’s because Marcus and I are such good friends, that newcomers assume. And also because of the outfits I wear. They don’t show much skin.”

I nod, not really understanding her train of thought. “If you don’t like to do it why do you?”

“I can’t let go and trust anyone. There are things in my past that have me scared of that kind of loss of control. Even in the safe haven of the club.”

“Oh, hon. Maybe you just haven’t found the right guy yet. Don’t beat yourself up, we all make mistakes.” I pull her into an embrace, loving the way she molds into me. Her curves melt into mine. My body heats, and my core weeps. Damn it, I need to get a grip. I’m not attracted to woman, right?

Sam lifts her tear stained face to stare into my eyes. Her warm breath tingles across my lips. I lean in unable to stop the inevitable. Her lips yield under mine, so soft and warm. She moans quietly in my mouth. When she doesn’t pull away, I lick my tongue across the seam of her lips, tasting her salty tears.

Her mouth parts, granting me access to her. I glide my tongue along side hers, she tastes of fresh summer berries. Sam hand trails up my side to cup my breast, rubbing her thumb across the nipple through my shirt. The nipple tightens to a puckered bud under her attention.

I moan, deepening the kiss. I twine my fingers through her silky golden strands, pulling her head to me. Her hands trail to the hem of my tee lifting it over my head and pushing me down on the couch. She slithers her body on top of mine. The cool leather shirt she’s wearing, breaks goose bumps out across my over heated flesh.

Sam breaks the kiss, staring down at me, her pink lips swollen. “Are you sure about this Jas?”

“Yes.” I can’t stop now, my body is on fire. I pull her back down to me, sucking her lips between my teeth. I run my hands along the edge of her leather top, the contrast of cool leather to heated skin, a tantalizing combination.

Sam’s body stills above me as I pull the leather off her body. “What’s wrong Sam?”

“It’s just, I haven’t had my clothes off with anyone in so long. What if you’re appalled?” Her body shudders.

“What do you mean? Sam your beautiful.” Then I feel the welts along her back. The hardened fissures of scars. “Oh my God, Sam what happened?”

Sam tries to retreat from me. Her eyes shrouded in shame. “It happened a long time ago. Part of my past, part of the reason I can’t trust anyone to submit.” She yanks on the edge of her top, trying to pull it back down.

“Sam, look at me.” She slowly meets my gaze. “You're beautiful.”

I pull her leather top over her head, exposing her to my gaze. I lean down taking a pale pink nipple in my mouth. I suck and nip the hardened bud. Sam pushes my head hard against her chest. Her moans, music to my ears.

Her body skims down mine, her tongue dipping into my belly button. She slinks my pants down my legs, revealing me to her. Her tongue dips into the juncture of my things. My hands grasp at her silken mane. Sam buries her head in my core, her tongue licking hot fire up my slit. She thrust two of her long slim finger into my channel, curling them up to rub my g-spot. Sam sucks my clit into her mouth, rolling the bundle of nerves around with her tongue.

“Oh my God, Sam. I’m not going to last very long.” My raspy breath hisses out of me in a groan.

She peers up at me over my stomach, her tongue still tickling my clit. My legs start shaking, I’m burning up. Sam works her fingers harder into me, my juices leaking onto my thighs.

“Sam.” I scream as my body rides the waves of lust. I quake and tremble as she laps my cum from my core. “Oh shit, that was hot.”

She grins up at me. I pull her to me, licking her lips, tasting myself on her tongue. I push her onto her back and slide over top over her.

“Jas, you don’t have to-” Her sentence trails off, as I lick her dripping slit. The musky sweetness of her juices invades my mouth. Her breath hitches, grabbing her hips I thrust my tongue into her core. I savor the feminine nectar leaking out of her. Sam’s ragged gasps and thrusting hips encourage my exploration. I’ve never done this before, but I know my way around my own. I lick up to her clit, sucking the bud into my mouth. I bite down on it. She grabs my head, forcing my face against her center, as she rides me. I slide two fingers into her slick hot channel. Her pussy clenches on my fingers, her legs tremble around my shoulder. She is so close. Sucking her clit hard, I pump my fingers faster in and out of her. With a loud groan the fluids gush from her slit, as her body shakes on the couch.

“Damn, Jas. I haven’t done that in a long time.” Sam pulls me up to lie beside her on the couch, wrapping her slim arms around my shoulders.

“That was fun. I’ve never done that.” The giggle escapes my lips before I can stop it. She starts giggling. We fall off the floor in a naked pile of arms and legs, holding our bellies, as the laughter breaks free.

“In all seriousness, could you give Marcus a call tonight?” Sam’s blue eyes, sparkle with mischief.

“Oh hell, he’s going to flip. I’m not supposed to be doing any of this.” I wave my arms between the two of us. “Without his permission.”

Sam bursts out laughing again. “ Let me handle this, as you put it. You just communicate with him.” She kisses me on the cheek, reaching for her clothes. “I got to head back to the club anyways. Call him Jas.”

I walk her to the door, kissing her pouty pink lips. “All right, I will call him, after I have a shower.

Chapter 8

Sam storms through the club door, her body rigid. The scent of Jasmine tickles my nose. Sam stalks over to me. Smack!

“What the hell was that for?” I grab my face, damn that stings.

“How dare you treat Jasmine like that! She told you she didn’t want to be a slave. You sadistic son of a bitch, you lock her in the cages.” Her face flames red, her hands shake with anger. Damn she is really pissed.

“Sam, I was just pushing her boundaries, she broke the rule.”

“Damn it, Marcus, she is still learning, and you, you asshole throw her in a cage. A fucking cage.” Her rage boils over, she lunges at me, landing a solid punch across my face.

I grab her arms subduing her frantic swings, as she rakes her fingernails across the back of my hand. The scent of Jasmine’s arousal assaults my senses. “So what have you been playing at today? I fucking smell her all over you.”

Her body sags in my grip. “Marcus, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just went to talk to her. She is so loving and so caring. It’s been so long since I cared about anyone. It just happened.”

“Is that why you are so angry with me Sam?” I turn her to face me, ashamed by the pain I’ve caused the two most important women in my life.

“Marcus, please don’t be angry with her. It’s my fault. Her heart is so fragile. She needs you to love her, not punish her.”

I pull her into a hug, crushing her to my body. “ I’m not angry, Sam. I feel like a real ass right now. I’m going over there and make this right.”

Sam grabs my arm as I turn to leave. “You can’t go now, she is going to call you to attempt the communication part she failed last night.”

“All right. But if she doesn’t call soon, I’m leaving anyway.” The buzzing of my cell makes Sam smirk as she turns and walks away.

“Hello.” I place the phone to my ear.

“Marcus?” The hesitant voice of Jasmine pours from the speaker.

“Yes, this is Marcus. Can I help you luv?”

Her breath catches, the audible gasp heard through the phone. “Uh. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you, if you um.”

“Jasmine slow down. What do you need?”

She takes a deep breath and starts again. “ I would like you to come over to my house to talk.” Her voice comes out in a rush.

“Okay, I will be there in fifteen minutes.” I shut the phone and grab the whiskey from Thomas. I need a drink first.

I opt for dark blue denim jeans and a cotton t-shirt, I’m trying for approachable and not Dom. Sam’s right I pushed to hard. Jasmine is a soft heart and she needs more affection than I gave.

I knock lightly on her front door; I hear her heart start to flutter in her chest. She opens the door, her eyes still rimmed red from crying, makes my hear sink. She motions me inside, never saying a word.

“Jasmine, please talk to me.” I follow her to the couch. She motions for me to sit, taking the chair opposite me.

“Marcus.” Her breath catches and her voice cracks. “I don’t know if I can be what you need.”

My heart breaks with her sadness. This is my fault I caused all of this. I want to take her in my arms and tell her it will be all right, but the damage may be done. “Jasmine, I’m sorry. I rushed you. Pushed you to far. Can you forgive me?”

She raises her head and stares through me with burning tear stained eyes. “Marcus, why me?”

I take a deep breath, trying to find the words to tell her how I feel, without scaring her away. “Jasmine, you’re a beautiful woman, a natural submissive. Your heart calls to me, your softness, your kindness. I’ve done this all wrong, I love you.”

The tears floating in her eyes streak down her face, her heart flutters in her chest. “Marcus, are you sure? What if I can’t be what you want?”

I walk over to her, taking her soft body into my arms, kissing her gently on her tear-dampened cheek. “Jasmine, I’m sure, whatever you can be is what I need.”

The small smile that graces her lips, sends a shiver of hope through my soul. She raises her ruby lips to mine, her tongue peaks out licking my lips.

“Are you positive this is what you want?” Her voice waivers with uncertainty.

“Yes.” I pick her up and carry her up the stairs to her bed, laying her on the soft down comforter. I lick and nibble my way across her jawline, sucking the pulse hammering in her neck. Her body arches to meet mine. Her breath comes in ragged little gasps; her hands slide under my t-shirt.

Jasmine pushes my shirt over my head, running her hands along my chest. She raises her head, licking her way down my neck and flicks her tongue across my nipple. The groan that escapes from my lips, sneaks a smile across her face,

“Make love to me Marcus, because you love me, not as Dominant and submissive, as lovers.” She wraps her legs around my waist grinding her body against my erection.

I peel the shirt from her body, exposing her hardened nipples to my gaze. The rosy flush creeps along her chest and up to her cheeks. I slink down her body, trailing my hands along the curve of her hips, sliding her pants off her legs. Once she is completely naked, I remove my own pants. I sit on the end of the bed between her spread legs, lifting her foot to my mouth; I kiss the inside of her ankle.

The goose bumps break out along her leg. She gazes at me with need and love in her eyes. I trail soft wet kisses to the juncture of her thighs. As I blow cool air across her heated core, she twines her hands in my hair. She arches her body, pulling my head to her center.

I lick her slit, savoring the sweet flavor of my love. Her grip tightens on my hair pulling me hard against her. I suck her clit into my mouth and roll the bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her arousal leaks onto my chin. She grinds herself against me.

“Don’t hold back Jasmine. Let me hear you. Let yourself go.”

Her breathing becomes short and shallow. “ Oh God Marcus, please-” Her voice trails off in a ragged groan as her body drops over the edge into orgasm. Her legs tremble and shake, as she rides the waves of ecstasy.

I move up her body, kissing my way across her face, to capture her lips, thrusting my tongue into her warm wet mouth. She sucks my tongue, biting at my lip. Her body arches as she rubs her wetness along my shaft. I inch into her tight slick channel, savoring the way it hugs my cock. Her body stretches to accommodate me.

“Please, Marcus.” Her whimpers, driving me on.

I pull out of her warm wet haven and plunge in again. Her nails score down my back, as she raises her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. Her pussy sucks and clenches around my cock, bringing me to the brink of insanity.

“Marcus, please, I need-.” Her head thrashes on the pillow, her body rigid and strung tight.

I grab her hips plunging into her harder and faster. Her body quakes with need, she buries her head in my shoulder. As her orgasm over takes her she bites into my neck. Unable to control my self any longer, I slip my fangs into her neck, as my cock pumps my seed deep into her body. Her blood burst across my tongue, her body soars into another trembling wave of ecstasy. I slide my fangs from her neck licking the wounds closed as her body goes limp in my arms.

“Jasmine?” I brush her sweat caked hair from her face.

“Hmmmm?”

“I love you.”

She never opens her eyes, half asleep in my arms, she murmurs, “Marcus, I love you too.”