Red, White and Beautiful (4 page)

I swallow and lick my lips, I can’t help it. Marcus puts a hand on my chest, gently pushing me backwards, as he lays his body on top of mine.

The feeling of the cool leather against my skin makes me whimper slightly, it’s so damned cold. Marcus grips my thigh, sliding it up over his hip. He then runs his fingers down the smooth skin on my leg, taking my dress with them. When he finds my ass, he clutches it and tilts my hips up, forcing my aching cleft to ride against the cock that’s straining so hard against his pants, I have no doubt it hurts.

“How do you want this, baby?” he rasps.

“Just fuck me. I just need you to fuck me.”

“That’s my girl,” he growls.

He finds my panties and gently runs a finger up and down the silky material, causing my pussy to ache for him. He grips the elastic and pulls it aside, revealing my aching flesh to his hungry eyes. He slips his finger into my heat and groans deeply, sliding it in and out, and then pulling it completely out and slipping it into his mouth. I whimper at the erotic sight of him licking my arousal off his finger.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls. “I’ve missed you, Sierra.”

“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t make me wait.”

“I don’t plan to.”

He grips his pants, yanking the top button open and pulling them down to release his beautiful, hard, long cock. I reach out for it, desperate to feel my fingers closing around the rigid length but he stops me.

“You touch me, and this will get ruined, for us both.”

I whimper as he begins to stroke the hard length, I watch as a drop of pre-cum drips down and slides over the long, lengthy shaft until it finds his tight balls. God damn. He moves my hips so I’m open to him, then he presses his cock to my entrance, sliding just the tip in. I squirm, feeling the stretching and desperate throbbing as he teases me with what I know I need. He rotates his hips, letting his head slide around inside me, not enough to reach that spot and get me off.

“Marcus,” I cry out, gripping his head and tangling my fingers through his hair, bringing his lips to mine.

He kisses me so hungrily it takes my breath away. The way he moves his tongue, the way his lips just fit mine so perfectly, it’s all so mind blowing. With a deep rumble, he slides his cock inside me, filling and stretching me so painfully and yet so perfectly. I take tighter hold of his hair, tugging the thick strands until his lips are crushed against mine and I can taste him, oh that taste, I’ve missed that taste. I’ve missed everything about him. Every touch, every smile, every perfect thing that is Marcus Harrison.

“You have a greedy little pussy, Sierra. I can feel it all around me.”

He rocks his hips, sliding his cock completely out before plunging it back in, causing a scream to slide from my throat. I grip his hair harder, titling my hips up to take every hard, beautiful thrust. His mouth is on my neck, his hand is gripping my thigh and his cock is filling me so deeply, I can feel it pressing deep inside me. I shudder and convulse as my release builds higher and higher, bringing me closer to the edge that I so desperately want to jump off. Marcus groans, his hips thrash harder and his breathing becomes desperate and deep.

When I finally come, it’s so powerful my whole body shakes and trembles around him as he rides me harder, his balls slapping against my panties as he powers towards his own, much needed, release. When he finds it, his guttural moan has my body coming to life. I can feel every pulse as he gently uses my body to rub out his release until we’re both completely satisfied. We both came far too quickly, but I put that down to desperation and need. I know next time, he’ll make it a whole lot harder for me to find that much needed release. I know he’ll bring out the dominant side I have learned to need so desperately.

“God, Sierra, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs into my hair.

“Me too,” I whisper, pressing my face to his chest and inhaling.

“Stay with me tonight, please?”

“Ok.”

It’s not even a question I need to ask myself. I’ve been without Marcus and I know one thing for sure…

I don’t want to do it again.

Marcus takes me back to the apartment I woke up in all those weeks ago, when I thought I’d gone home with a stranger. As expected, it’s perfectly set out, tidy and I’m fairly sure, sparkling. Marcus takes my hand, leading me into the kitchen and flicking on the light. My legs are painfully tingly and my cleft is painfully aware of him. When he pulls off his suit jacket and presents me with a white button up shirt pulled firmly across that divine chest, I can’t help but lick my lips. He’s so god damned edible. He notices my stare and smirks.

“Ten minutes, and you’re ready to go again?”

I grin and step forward, putting my hands on his hard chest and running my fingertips down the hard planes. He grips my wrists, smiling down at me. His dark gaze searches my face as he steps closer, putting his body up against mine. He swipes a strand of hair from my forehead and whispers, “Sierra, we do have to talk some more. What we talked about tonight was only touching the subject. I don’t want you running from me again, because we jumped back into this without sorting it all out first.”

“You want to talk now?” I say, shocked.

“I think it’s important we go over this before we take things any further, don’t you?”

Oh really? He tells me this after he fucks me in the back of his limo.

I pull my wrists from his hands, a little hurt that he’s getting all serious now. He could have spoken to me on the way home, instead he chose to fuck me and wait until we got here and now he’s telling me it’s time to get serious.

“Why didn’t we talk in the car? It didn’t seem to be on your mind then.”

His gaze hardens. “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about.

You’re snapping at me over nothing. That’s because you’re still angry at me. We need to talk about what happened, so we don’t carry it around.”

“I thought you were going to punish me for what happened?” I retort.

“Isn’t that how you work, Marcus? Don’t you just want to spank me, fuck me and move on?”

His mouth forms a hard line and he runs a hand through his hair. “Is that what you really think of me, Sierra?”

“Yes, sometimes it is. You’re here telling me you want to talk to me, after you got your rocks off in the limo only ten minutes ago. Where was the ‘serious’ talk then, Marcus?”

“Got my rocks off?” he says, in an angry tone. “Really?”

“Well, that seemed first on your to do list earlier and now you want to,” I make air quotes. “Talk.”

“Grow up, Sierra. You wanted that as much as I did.”

I’m being childish, believe me when I say I know this, but I don’t care. I’m angry and hurt and yeah, he’s probably right, we really do need to talk about what happened because it’s still pinching a spot deep, deep in my chest. I close my eyes, trying to gather some calm. When I open them, Marcus is staring at the wall, his face a mass of anger.

“Fine,” I huff. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I’m not talking to you while you’re acting like a child.”

I gape. “Are you serious, Marcus? You just threw it out there that you want to talk when I tried to lay a move on you. It was ok for you to lay your move on me earlier, but now it’s not?”

“We both wanted that,” he repeats.

“Fine, whatever. I’m going home, I don’t need this crap all over again. You can never see what you’re doing wrong and I’m not going to put up with it constantly. You have anger issues, you seriously do.”

I grip my purse and storm towards the door, but he’s there before I even take three steps. He blocks my path and puts his hands up, in a gesture of truce. “I’m sorry, baby, ok?”

“I don’t want to face what happened,” I half yell, “because I don’t want to think maybe this isn’t real.”

“You don’t think I’m serious?” he says, lowering his hands.

“Less than a week ago, you told me you wouldn’t hurt Chayne. Now, suddenly, you’re ok with it.”

“I wasn’t ok with it then because I had a choice, when you walked out, you made the choice for me and I realized I was wrong. Losing you, Sierra, made me see that we have something that Chayne and I never had.

I didn’t realize it until you walked out how much that meant to me. Then I was forced to decide for real and I knew which way I would swing.

Chayne made her bed, now she has to lie in it. I don’t want to hurt her, that hasn’t changed, but I won’t lose you again.”

I meet his gaze and I can see the truth in his brown depths.

“You hurt me, Marcus, what you did with Chayne and what you knew about me before you employed me…”

“I know,” he whispers. “I don’t know what I can do to fix that.”

“Can you just tell me why?” I say, meeting his gaze.

“Look, I heard what happened and I saw a picture of you and I felt…I don’t know…I felt something. I felt a pull. I saw you’d been hurt. I knew right away what the injuries were and I was in such a bad place, I thought I could help you. I don’t know why I ever put you in that position, and for that I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to feel like a project, Marcus.”

“Baby,” he whispers. “You’ll never be a project to me.”

“I know,” I say, dropping my head.

He steps forward. “Tell me what you want me to do to make this better, I’ll do anything.”

“I just want you to promise me this is real,” I whisper.

He grips my face. “It’s real, I swear it to you. I want you, Sierra, I want every part of you with me, every day that I can have you. I promise to do my best not to hurt you again.”

I nod, meeting his gaze. “Then what is there to talk about?”

He strokes my cheek. “Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“You won’t run from me again? If you’re ever hurting, you talk to me first.”

“I promise.”

“Then I guess we’re done talking.”

“You said you wanted to punish me for running?” I say, meeting his gaze.

“Yes,” he murmurs, looking at my lips.

“I want to punish you for hurting me, so can we make a compromise?”

He narrows his eyes. “Ok?”

“I want to choose how we play this out. I want to pick my punishment. I want you to give me the control tonight. This way, we’re both getting something out of it.”

He runs his hands through his hair and looks away a moment, when his eyes meet mine again, he says in a firm, clear tone. “Ok, pick your punishment. What is it you want?”

I swallow, knowing it’s time I faced my fears. In a small, fragile voice I say. “I want to submit to you, Marcus. I want you to be my dominant and to do that, I want you to tie me up.”

~*~*~*~

SIERRA

I’m almost sure Marcus stands there for a good ten minutes not saying anything. When he finally opens his mouth to speak, nothing comes out. I know he’s shocked, but it’s something I have to do for myself. I need to face what happened with Ben and move on. I trust Marcus and I know it’s something he enjoys, if we’re to make a good go of this, we have to be in it together and that means me honestly giving it a try. I still have my limits, but I’m willing to let him try whatever he wants on me. He’s already proven to me he will stop if I use my safe word.

“You want to submit?” he murmurs, in a low, gravelly tone.

“Yes.”

“To me?”

“No, to the doorman.”

He chuckles almost nervously. “I thought you didn’t want that.”

“I didn’t think I did, but those little things you showed me back at the White House, made me want to try it again. I trust you; I know you won’t hurt me.”

Marcus steps forward, cupping my cheek. “Sierra, baby, I’d never hurt you.”

“I know that, it’s why I want this.”

“It’s not a punishment, I don’t want you to see it as that.”

“I’m giving you my control and in a sense, you’re giving me yours.”

His brown gaze searches my face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“When?”

His word is simple, hard and determined.

“Now.”

He steps forward, cupping my face and bringing my lips close to his.

“You have a safe word, you use it if anything gets too much. I don’t want you to fear me, Sierra.”

“I promise, but can you promise me you’ll only attempt one or two things at a time? I don’t want whips, not today.”

“Of course.”

“But you can tie me up…” I swallow.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, shocked.

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Baby,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek.

He reaches down for my hand, leads me out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. He turns on the light and I face the large, beautiful bed in the middle of the room. He leads me over to it and sits me down, gripping my chin and tilting my face up to face him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, then let’s go over a few things. I prefer ‘sir’ over ‘master’. I am not in any way awful or cruel, but I’m firm. If I ask you a question, answer it. If you’re scared, tell me. If I’m hurting you, use your safe word. It’s all very simple.”

I nod, swallowing. He grips my shoulders and gently pushes me back on the bed. I scoot backwards and lay down in the middle. He looms over me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before leaving the bed. I hear him ruffling around in his closet, then he comes back with a handful of goodies. He places some soft handcuffs, a few satin ropes, a feather tickler and a blindfold down on the bed beside me. He grips his shirt, undoing it slowly then flicking it off. When he’s standing in just those black pants and nothing else, my heart hammers.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.

“Shhh,” he orders softly. “No talking.”

I let my eyes follow him as he moves, he grips the feather tickler and sits on the bed beside me.

“Sit up, sweetheart.”

I sit up and he reaches around, gripping the back of my dress. His breath tickles my cheek as he unzips it. He slides the gown down my body and then makes short work of my bra and panties. When I’m fully naked, he lets his gaze travel over me, taking a moment to appreciate the view. He gently lays me down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow beside me. He places the feather tickler at the base of my neck and gently slides it down my chest and around my breasts causing my nipples to harden instantly.