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  “Idon’twanttobewithouthim,butI’mscaredtoo.”

  “It’soktobescared,honey.Ifitgetstoomuch,atanytime,you knowwhereIam.”

  Igrinathimandpullhimcloserforahug.

  “Ishegoingtofeedyouthefat?”hewhispers.

  Ipunchhisarmandsmotheragiggle.“Quinn,that’sgross!”

  “Itisfat,isn’tit?God,tellmehe’swellhung?I’dbehorrifiedifhe hadatinyone.”

  Irollmyeyesandtakehishand,pullinghimtothedancefloor.

  Whenwe’redancingslowlytogether,Iwhisper,“It’sbig.”

  Hesquealshappily.“Howbig?Sixinches?Ohoh,nine?”

  Ichuckle.“Ihaven’tmeasuredit,Quinn.”

  “It’snine.”

  Mycheeksflameredandastrangledgaspleavesmythroatasthe soundofMarcus’sexyvoicefillsmyears.OhsweetJesus,heheardus.

  Someonekillmenow.Iwishthefloorwouldjustopenupandswallow me.Quinnstaresblankly,thenburstsoutlaughingandreachesaroundme toshakeMarcus’hand.Idon’twanttoturn,mycheeksareburningred andIamhorriblyembarrassed,Ican’tbelieveheheardmetalkingabout hispartsinapublicplace.Jesus.

  “Quinn,goodtomeetyouofficially,lasttimewasn’tsogreat,eh?”

  Quinnchuckles.

  IturnwithredcheeksandfaceanamusedMarcus.Hegivesmea devilishsmilethenturnsbacktoQuinnandnods.“Nicetomeetyoutoo, itseemsweknowalotabouteachothernow.”

  Quinngrinsandletsmego.“Wedo.I’mgoingtogetadrink.You twokidsdanceandenjoyyourselves.Oh…andMarcus…nice…”

  IflushagainasQuinnnodshisheadinapprovalatMarcus’nineinch comment.MarcuschucklesandwhenQuinnwalksaway,hegripsmy hipsandspinsmeintohimforadance.IlookintohisbrowndepthsandI canstillfeelmycheeksflaming.Ican’tbelieveheheardmesaythat.

  “Wouldyouliketomeasureitsoyou’resurerofyouranswernext time,MissWalters?”

  Igivehimasourlookandhegrins,sweepingastraystrandofhair frommyface.

  “That’snotfunny,”Igrumble.

  Hesmiles.“JustanotherthingIhavetopunishyouforlater.”

  Ipoutandlookupathim.“You’renotgoingtogoeasyonme,are you?”

  “No,sweetgirl.”

  “Butyouswearyouwon’thurtme?”

  “Iswearandbesides,youhaveasafeword.Youknowyoucan alwaysuseit,andI’llalwaysstopwhenyoudo.I’dneverhurtyou, Sierra.”

  Inod,andwemoveslowlyacrossthedancefloor.

  “So,haveyouresumedstudying?”heasks.

  Ilookawayandflush.WhatdoIsaytohim?Ihavebeenwallowing inmybedforfivedaysandsulking?No,Ican’ttellhimIoverreacted insteadofactinglikeamatureadultandspeakingtohim.Itwouldhave savedmesomuchheartache.Ilookbackupathimandsmile.

  “Yes.”

  Henarrowshiseyes.“That’sthree.”

  “What?”

  “ThreethingsIhavetopunishyoufor.”

  Igape,“Forstudying?”

  “Forlyingaboutstudying.”

  Dammit.Howdidheknow?Themanisfartoogoodatreading people.

  “I…washurtingok?”

  “Soyoushouldhavesaidthat.”

  “I…fine…I’msorry.”

  “Now,I’llaskagain,haveyouresumedyourstudying?”

  “Asshole.”

  Hesmirks.“Don’tbefeistybaby,I’monlyasking.”

  “Hasanyoneevertoldyou,thatyouhaveapersonalitydisorder?”

  Hissmilewidensandhelookstrulydevastating.“Allthetime.”

  “Well,youshouldlisten.”

  “Marcus,thereyouare.”

  WeturntofaceRose,shesmilesatmeandIgivehermybestsmile back.

  “Sierra,howareyou?Areyourfamilyproblemsallsorted?”

  MarcusmusthavetoldRosethatIquitbecauseoffamilyproblems.I amgratefultohimforthat,becausehewasprotectingmeevenwhenhe didn’tneedto.

  “Yes,thankyou.”

  “It’sashameyoucouldn’tcontinuewiththejob,areyousureyou don’twantitback?”

  Ishakemyhead.Eventhoughthejobwasgreat,itwasfartooclose tothedramaforme.

  “Ohno,it’sok,Ireallydoneedtofocusonmystudiesagain.”

  “Areyougoingtotakeanotherjobwhileyoufinishyourfinalyear?”

  sheasks.

  “Yes,Ithinkso.Ijustdon’tknowwhere.”

  Marcusisgivingmealook.Iknowhewantsmetogobackbythe expressiononhisface,butheneedstounderstandIcan’t.Idon’twantto goback,it’sjusttooriskyandworkingsoclosetohimisreallynota goodthing.

  “Wellgoodluck,”shesaystome,thenturnstoMarcus.“Sir,we havesomepeoplewantingtospeakwithyou.”

  Marcusnodsatherandthenturnstome.“We’regoingtotalkabout thatjob.”

  “Marcus…”

  “Later,Sierra.”

  HeturnsandwalksoffwithRose.Goddammedstubbornman!

  ~*~*~*~*

  SIERRA

  ImeetMarcusoutbacknearhislimoateightsharp,asrequested.

  Whenheopensthedoorforme,Islideinacrossthecoolleather.Marcus slidesinbesidemeandordersthedrivertotakehimhometohis apartment.Then,heturnstome.Hereachesupandgripstheclipsinmy hair,pullingandlettingthesoftlocksspilloverhisfingersashetangles themthroughmyhairandbringsmeclosertohisslightlypartedlips.

  “Sierra,Ihavebeenachingallnighttotouchyou.”

  Iswallowandmeethisgaze,thenturnmyeyesdowntowatchashis fingersslideupanddownmythigh.

  “Ithoughtyouweregoingtopunishme,sir?”Iwhisper,focusingmy gazeonhislips.

  “Oh,Iam,butI’mgoingtofuckyoufirst.”

  Iswallowandlickmylips,Ican’thelpit.Marcusputsahandonmy chest,gentlypushingmebackwards,ashelayshisbodyontopofmine.

  Thefeelingofthecoolleatheragainstmyskinmakesmewhimper slightly,it’ssodamnedcold.Marcusgripsmythigh,slidingitupover hiship.Hethenrunshisfingersdownthesmoothskinonmyleg,taking mydresswiththem.Whenhefindsmyass,heclutchesitandtiltsmy hipsup,forcingmyachingclefttorideagainstthecockthat’sstraining sohardagainsthispants,Ihavenodoubtithurts.

  “Howdoyouwantthis,baby?”herasps.

  “Justfuckme.Ijustneedyoutofuckme.”

  “That’smygirl,”hegrowls.

  Hefindsmypantiesandgentlyrunsafingerupanddownthesilky material,causingmypussytoacheforhim.Hegripstheelasticandpulls itaside,revealingmyachingfleshtohishungryeyes.Heslipshisfinger intomyheatandgroansdeeply,slidingitinandout,andthenpullingit completelyoutandslippingitintohismouth.Iwhimperattheerotic sightofhimlickingmyarousaloffhisfinger.

  “Youtastesofuckinggood,”hegrowls.“I’vemissedyou,Sierra.”

  “Please,”Iwhimper.“Don’tmakemewait.”

  “Idon’tplanto.”

  Hegripshispants,yankingthetopbuttonopenandpullingthem downtoreleasehisbeautiful,hard,longcock.Ireachoutforit,desperate tofeelmyfingersclosingaroundtherigidlengthbuthestopsme.

  “Youtouchme,andthiswillgetruined,forusboth.”

  Iwhimperashebeginstostrokethehardlength,Iwatchasadropof pre-cumdripsdownandslidesoverthelong,lengthyshaftuntilitfinds histightballs.Goddamn.HemovesmyhipssoI’mopentohim,thenhe presseshiscocktomyentrance,slidingjustthetipin.Isquirm,feeling thestretchinganddesperatethrobbingasheteasesmewithwhatIknowI need.Herotateshiships,lettinghisheadslidearoundinsideme,not enoughtoreachthatspotandget
meoff.

  “Marcus,”Icryout,grippinghisheadandtanglingmyfingers throughhishair,bringinghislipstomine.

  Hekissesmesohungrilyittakesmybreathaway.Thewayhemoves histongue,thewayhislipsjustfitminesoperfectly,it’sallsomind blowing.Withadeeprumble,heslideshiscockinsideme,fillingand stretchingmesopainfullyandyetsoperfectly.Itaketighterholdofhis hair,tuggingthethickstrandsuntilhislipsarecrushedagainstmineand Icantastehim,ohthattaste,I’vemissedthattaste.I’vemissed everythingabouthim.Everytouch,everysmile,everyperfectthingthat isMarcusHarrison.

  “Youhaveagreedylittlepussy,Sierra.Icanfeelitallaroundme.”

  Herockshiships,slidinghiscockcompletelyoutbeforeplungingit backin,causingascreamtoslidefrommythroat.Igriphishairharder, titlingmyhipsuptotakeeveryhard,beautifulthrust.Hismouthisonmy neck,hishandisgrippingmythighandhiscockisfillingmesodeeply,I canfeelitpressingdeepinsideme.Ishudderandconvulseasmyrelease buildshigherandhigher,bringingmeclosertotheedgethatIso desperatelywanttojumpoff.Marcusgroans,hishipsthrashharderand hisbreathingbecomesdesperateanddeep.

  WhenIfinallycome,it’ssopowerfulmywholebodyshakesand tremblesaroundhimasheridesmeharder,hisballsslappingagainstmy pantiesashepowerstowardshisown,muchneeded,release.Whenhe findsit,hisgutturalmoanhasmybodycomingtolife.Icanfeelevery pulseashegentlyusesmybodytorubouthisreleaseuntilwe’reboth completelysatisfied.Webothcamefartooquickly,butIputthatdownto desperationandneed.Iknownexttime,he’llmakeitawholelotharder formetofindthatmuchneededrelease.Iknowhe’llbringoutthe dominantsideIhavelearnedtoneedsodesperately.

  “God,Sierra,I’vemissedyou,”hemurmursintomyhair.

  “Metoo,”Iwhisper,pressingmyfacetohischestandinhaling.

  “Staywithmetonight,please?”

  “Ok.”

  It’snotevenaquestionIneedtoaskmyself.I’vebeenwithout MarcusandIknowonethingforsure…

  Idon’twanttodoitagain.

  CHAPTER4

  SIERRA

  MarcustakesmebacktotheapartmentIwokeupinallthoseweeks ago,whenIthoughtI’dgonehomewithastranger.Asexpected,it’s perfectlysetout,tidyandI’mfairlysure,sparkling.Marcustakesmy hand,leadingmeintothekitchenandflickingonthelight.Mylegsare painfullytinglyandmycleftispainfullyawareofhim.Whenhepullsoff hissuitjacketandpresentsmewithawhitebuttonupshirtpulledfirmly acrossthatdivinechest,Ican’thelpbutlickmylips.He’ssogoddamned edible.Henoticesmystareandsmirks.

  “Tenminutes,andyou’rereadytogoagain?”

  Igrinandstepforward,puttingmyhandsonhishardchestand runningmyfingertipsdownthehardplanes.Hegripsmywrists,smiling downatme.Hisdarkgazesearchesmyfaceashestepscloser,puttinghis bodyupagainstmine.Heswipesastrandofhairfrommyforeheadand whispers,“Sierra,wedohavetotalksomemore.Whatwetalkedabout tonightwasonlytouchingthesubject.Idon’twantyourunningfromme again,becausewejumpedbackintothiswithoutsortingitalloutfirst.”

  “Youwanttotalknow?”Isay,shocked.

  “Ithinkit’simportantwegooverthisbeforewetakethingsany further,don’tyou?”

  Ohreally?Hetellsmethisafterhefucksmeinthebackofhislimo.

  Ipullmywristsfromhishands,alittlehurtthathe’sgettingallserious now.Hecouldhavespokentomeonthewayhome,insteadhechoseto fuckmeandwaituntilwegothereandnowhe’stellingmeit’stimeto getserious.

  “Whydidn’twetalkinthecar?Itdidn’tseemtobeonyourmind then.”

  Hisgazehardens.“See,thisisexactlywhatI’mtalkingabout.

  You’resnappingatmeovernothing.That’sbecauseyou’restillangryat me.Weneedtotalkaboutwhathappened,sowedon’tcarryitaround.”

  “Ithoughtyouweregoingtopunishmeforwhathappened?”Iretort.

  “Isn’tthathowyouwork,Marcus?Don’tyoujustwanttospankme,fuck meandmoveon?”

  Hismouthformsahardlineandherunsahandthroughhishair.“Is thatwhatyoureallythinkofme,Sierra?”

  “Yes,sometimesitis.You’reheretellingmeyouwanttotalktome, afteryougotyourrocksoffinthelimoonlytenminutesago.Wherewas the‘serious’talkthen,Marcus?”

  “Gotmyrocksoff?”hesays,inanangrytone.“Really?”

  “Well,thatseemedfirstonyourtodolistearlierandnowyouwant to,”Imakeairquotes.“Talk.”

  “Growup,Sierra.YouwantedthatasmuchasIdid.”

  I’mbeingchildish,believemewhenIsayIknowthis,butIdon’t care.I’mangryandhurtandyeah,he’sprobablyright,wereallydoneed totalkaboutwhathappenedbecauseit’sstillpinchingaspotdeep,deep inmychest.Iclosemyeyes,tryingtogathersomecalm.WhenIopen them,Marcusisstaringatthewall,hisfaceamassofanger.

  “Fine,”Ihuff.“Whatdoyouwanttotalkabout?”

  “I’mnottalkingtoyouwhileyou’reactinglikeachild.”

  Igape.“Areyouserious,Marcus?Youjustthrewitouttherethat youwanttotalkwhenItriedtolayamoveonyou.Itwasokforyouto layyourmoveonmeearlier,butnowit’snot?”

  “Webothwantedthat,”herepeats.

  “Fine,whatever.I’mgoinghome,Idon’tneedthiscrapallover again.Youcanneverseewhatyou’redoingwrongandI’mnotgoingto putupwithitconstantly.Youhaveangerissues,youseriouslydo.”

  Igripmypurseandstormtowardsthedoor,buthe’stherebeforeI eventakethreesteps.Heblocksmypathandputshishandsup,ina gestureoftruce.“I’msorry,baby,ok?”

  “Idon’twanttofacewhathappened,”Ihalfyell,“becauseIdon’t wanttothinkmaybethisisn’treal.”

  “Youdon’tthinkI’mserious?”hesays,loweringhishands.

  “Lessthanaweekago,youtoldmeyouwouldn’thurtChayne.Now, suddenly,you’reokwithit.”

  “Iwasn’tokwithitthenbecauseIhadachoice,whenyouwalked out,youmadethechoiceformeandIrealizedIwaswrong.Losingyou, Sierra,mademeseethatwehavesomethingthatChayneandIneverhad.

  Ididn’trealizeituntilyouwalkedouthowmuchthatmeanttome.Then IwasforcedtodecideforrealandIknewwhichwayIwouldswing.

  Chaynemadeherbed,nowshehastolieinit.Idon’twanttohurther, thathasn’tchanged,butIwon’tloseyouagain.”

  ImeethisgazeandIcanseethetruthinhisbrowndepths.

  “Youhurtme,Marcus,whatyoudidwithChayneandwhatyouknew aboutmebeforeyouemployedme…”

  “Iknow,”hewhispers.“Idon’tknowwhatIcandotofixthat.”

  “Canyoujusttellmewhy?”Isay,meetinghisgaze.

  “Look,IheardwhathappenedandIsawapictureofyouandIfelt…I don’tknow…Ifeltsomething.Ifeltapull.Isawyou’dbeenhurt.Iknew rightawaywhattheinjurieswereandIwasinsuchabadplace,Ithought Icouldhelpyou.Idon’tknowwhyIeverputyouinthatposition,andfor thatI’msorry.”

  “Idon’twanttofeellikeaproject,Marcus.”

  “Baby,”hewhispers.“You’llneverbeaprojecttome.”

  “Iknow,”Isay,droppingmyhead.

  Hestepsforward.“Tellmewhatyouwantmetodotomakethis better,I’lldoanything.”

  “Ijustwantyoutopromisemethisisreal,”Iwhisper.

  Hegripsmyface.“It’sreal,Iswearittoyou.Iwantyou,Sierra,I wanteverypartofyouwithme,everydaythatIcanhaveyou.Ipromise todomybestnottohurtyouagain.”

  Inod,meetinghisgaze.“Thenwhatistheretotalkabout?”

  Hestrokesmycheek.“Promisemesomet
hing?”

  “Anything.”

  “Youwon’trunfrommeagain?Ifyou’reeverhurting,youtalkto mefirst.”

  “Ipromise.”

  “ThenIguesswe’redonetalking.”

  “Yousaidyouwantedtopunishmeforrunning?”Isay,meetinghis gaze.

  “Yes,”hemurmurs,lookingatmylips.

  “Iwanttopunishyouforhurtingme,socanwemakea compromise?”

  Henarrowshiseyes.“Ok?”

  “Iwanttochoosehowweplaythisout.Iwanttopickmy punishment.Iwantyoutogivemethecontroltonight.Thisway,we’re bothgettingsomethingoutofit.”

  Herunshishandsthroughhishairandlooksawayamoment,when hiseyesmeetmineagain,hesaysinafirm,cleartone.“Ok,pickyour punishment.Whatisityouwant?”

  Iswallow,knowingit’stimeIfacedmyfears.Inasmall,fragile voiceIsay.“Iwanttosubmittoyou,Marcus.Iwantyoutobemy dominantandtodothat,Iwantyoutotiemeup.”

  ~*~*~*~

  SIERRA

  I’malmostsureMarcusstandsthereforagoodtenminutesnot sayinganything.Whenhefinallyopenshismouthtospeak,nothing comesout.Iknowhe’sshocked,butit’ssomethingIhavetodofor myself.IneedtofacewhathappenedwithBenandmoveon.Itrust MarcusandIknowit’ssomethingheenjoys,ifwe’retomakeagoodgo ofthis,wehavetobeinittogetherandthatmeansmehonestlygivingita try.Istillhavemylimits,butI’mwillingtolethimtrywhateverhe wantsonme.He’salreadyproventomehewillstopifIusemysafe word.

  “Youwanttosubmit?”hemurmurs,inalow,gravellytone.

  “Yes.”

  “Tome?”

  “No,tothedoorman.”

  Hechucklesalmostnervously.“Ithoughtyoudidn’twantthat.”

  “Ididn’tthinkIdid,butthoselittlethingsyoushowedmebackat theWhiteHouse,mademewanttotryitagain.Itrustyou;Iknowyou won’thurtme.”

  Marcusstepsforward,cuppingmycheek.“Sierra,baby,I’dnever hurtyou.”