Between the Sheets (9781476775807) (35 page)

Marika

Sweet delight.
Blood boiling, body on fire, I surrender to Marcel.

Give him what he's demanded of me.

Total submission.

Wicked need simmers as I give him complete control. Tonight there are no illusions. No smoke screens. Marcel is too pissed with me for me to toy with him.

And I won't.

So I submit.

Pussy juices trickle down my inner thighs as I knee-walk over to him. My pelvic muscles tighten at the sight of him.

I see why that bitch is after my husband.

Raw energy.

Burning fire.

Sexual hunger.

My nipples tighten.
God, yes!
The mouthwatering ache causes my body to shiver as I inhale, deep and slow. I can smell him.

Masculinity.

The clean scent of soap mixed with the musky heat of his skin. I breathe him in. Savor him as his gaze rolls over my body, settling on my breasts. I can practically see the drool gathering in the corners of his mouth as I inch closer to him. Yes, Marcel is upset with me. But his lust, his overwhelming desire for me, is softening his heart.

He scowls. “Hurry the fuck up, Marika.”

Oops. Maybe not…

I swallow around a lump in my throat.

When I reach him, Marcel stops me from coming any closer. He stands up and my breath escapes in a long hiss at the sight of his hard dick straining and swelling against the fabric of his boxers. The head of his dick hangs out past the leg of his underwear, causing my lips to quiver at the sight of beads of precum covering its slit.

He's excited. The nasty fuck's turned on by all of this.

“Yeah, you like seeing that hard-ass dick, huh? Got my shit leakin'.”

“Yes.”

“
You
do that shit to me, Marika.
You
. Not some random broad.”

“I know,” I rasp out.

“Shut the fuck up.” He roughly cups my head in his hands and grinds himself into my face. “I should choke the shit outta you.” I open my mouth. Try to suck him in. My tongue flicks over his hanging dickhead, catching a droplet of his sweet nectar. But it isn't enough. I need more of him. Want all of him. My hands go up, try to hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear to free his cock. I feel like I am going to die if I don't taste him…now.

Marcel backs away from me, depriving me, leaving my mouth wet and needy. “Nah, fuck that. Greedy ass. Put ya muthafuckin' hands down.” He smacks my hands away. Then steps back, yanking his boxers down over his hips. “Is this what you want?” He glares at me as his thick, chocolate dick springs upward, pointing like a long, angry arrow.

My insides suddenly start to shake.

“Yes,” I manage to say, fighting to keep from reaching out for it. My whole body vibrates with wicked need.

He shakes his dick at me, then steps forward and slaps me across the lips with it. My mouth snaps open and waters. I extend my tongue and Marcel slams his dick down against my tongue, then back across my opened mouth. I feel like I've just been slapped with an expandable baton.

He steps back from me, taunting me. “You don't get to put ya muthafuckin' hands on me, then think you gonna get rewarded with some of this good dick.”

“I'm s-so—”

“Nah, shut the fuck up. I want you to watch what you missing out on.”

He grabs his dick at the base, then bends forward and raises his gaze to meet mine before licking the crown of his cock and drawing himself deep into his mouth.

For the love of God…

My groan only emboldens him further to lovingly suck his dick in long, lascivious pulls.

I nearly cry out in sweet agony when he swallows seven, eight, nine inches of his own dick down into his throat. Everything inside of me explodes watching him tease me—no, no,
torture
me—like this.

Denying me his dick! Motherfuck him!

His head bobs up and down the length of his shaft, then his mouth suckles on the head, licking around his sticky crown every so often.

Oh, God, yes…

What a beautiful sight!

I moan my appreciation. Ache with jealous delight in having a man with a big, long dick. Still I envy his mouth, wishing it were my own mouth engulfing him, my own tongue laving him.

My cunt muscles twitch, then contract, hungry for the thick heat of his seed. My mouth droops open in waiting anticipation, hoping he'll be generous enough to share his cum with me. Instead he pulls his wet, shiny dick from out of his mouth and straightens himself, pulling his underwear back up over his hips; most of his dick is now exposed out from the top of his waistband, pressing along the ridges of his stomach.

I moan in protest, but he only scowls at me, squeezing his swollen cockhead. “This muhfuckin' dick is angry as fuck. It's ready to beat you the fuck up.”

Yes, yes…beat me, daddy! Fuck my pussy up good…

Marcel leans down and exhales. His breath spreads over my throat, heating my skin and spreading over my breasts. “You disappoint me, Marika; real shit.” He caresses my nipples. “I can't believe you let some unstable broad get all up in your head like that. I thought we were stronger than that.”

He speaks so low and slow as he rolls my nipples between his fingers that I am struggling to concentrate on what he is saying. Besides, my mind is still on the imageries of him sucking his own dick, and the idea of him
beating
my pussy up.

“I—”

He twists my nipples. “Not one fuckin' word. Talking to me is what you should've been doing earlier instead of comin' at me all crazy.” He plucks my nipples. “You don't get to say shit now.”

“Marcel, baby…”

“You will speak when I'm ready to hear you,” he whispers against my ear. Then murmurs something in French as he twists and pinches my nipples.

I groan as an agonizing heat swallows me whole. I reach between my thighs to soothe the ache pounding in my clit.

“Nah, fuck that, Marika. Get ya hands away from your pussy. That's
my
muthafuckin' pussy. You don't get to touch that shit. Ya ass gonna suffer.”

Reluctantly, I abandon the wet space between my legs.

Then he tells me to place my hands behind my back and cross them at the wrists.
Sweet Jehovah.
I do as I am told. Allow him to bind my hands together with the scarf.

My toes curl. And then a groan gets caught in the back of my throat when Marcel pulls out a crop. A crop!

Oh, God!

I search my lust-hazed brain trying to recall when he'd gone into our toy chest and retrieved it, or if it had already been out in the open. I can't recall.

“What you did was fucked up. But you gonna learn tonight, baby.”

My inner walls clench.

I will never resist him.

Never.

Marcel knows this.

His sexy lips curl as he runs the heel of his palm over the length of his straining bulge. I don't think I've ever seen his already big dick so thick—so, so, huge. Not like this.

“Marcel, if you'd just let me—”

His gaze on me darkens. “I told you to keep ya mouth shut, and you still running it, right?”

I shiver when the tip of the leather crop skims over my flesh.

“I'm gonna spread you over my knees and whip your ass raw, Marika…”

My pulse quickens. Arousal surges. Marcel has never whipped my…ass.

It is not a threat. It's a promise.

One he plans on keeping. Marcel is always a man of his word.

He swats my ass for emphasis.

Why had I ever doubted him?

“And then I'm gonna eat that sweet pussy…”

I moan low in my throat.

Marcel reaches between my legs, pats the crotch of my cum-sodden panties.

“Look at ya pussy all wet.” He presses into the fabric with his fingers, then pinches my clit. “All this for me.”

It isn't a question.

He already knows. I am always wet for him.

He brings his hand to his nose, sniffs, then licks his fingertips.

And then…

“I'm gonna fuck you in ya ass. I love you, Marika. But tonight, I'ma split ya shit open. You're gonna learn to never put ya muthafuckin' hands on me.”

I groan against the gag. “God, yes…”

My need for him swells. Hotter. Wetter.

My God, I wish he'd stop torturing me. Wish he'd dole out my punishment. And just fuck me already!

I can't take this anymore.

The heat is becoming so unbearable.

I cry out against the gag, “Oh, God! Just fuck me already.
Please
.”

My breathing hitches when he reaches for my taut nipples and pinches them hard.

“You still talking shit, right?”

My cheeks flush and I bite down on my lip, shaking my head.

I swallow when I notice his dick twitch and start to swell again.

Despite everything, I know Marcel's desires for me are real. As are mine for him.

He walks over and grabs the ball gag, then stalks back over to me. “I got something for that shit. Open ya mouth.”

Again, I do as I am told. Do whatever is necessary to make things right with my husband. I open my mouth. Allow him to push the ball into my mouth, fitting it between my teeth, then fasten the leather straps behind my head.

My eyes widen as Marcel taps the riding crop against his thigh. I swallow hard. Then gasp as he trails the edge of the crop over the hardened peaks of my breasts, causing them to become so painfully rigid that I think they'll snap open at any second.

“Tonight, I'ma make you wish you never put ya muthafuckin' hands on me, baby. I'ma make you wish you never doubted me or ever questioned what we have. And you know I'm a man of my word.”

He slides the crop along the crack of my ass, causing it to brush the back of my pussy.

I moan, wind my hips.

Whap!

I grunt.

“Keep ya greedy-ass still. You disrespected me. You knew you had it coming. Punishment. I'ma redden that beautiful ass until it glows fire.”

If I weren't already on my knees, I'm sure they'd have buckled at those words.

“I know—”

Whap!

I gasp as he smacks my ass again.

Lightheaded, tears spring from my eyes.

I know this is supposed to be punishment. But I love it. Love the sting. Love the burn.
Oh, God, yes…

I gasp again and again when Marcel slides the crop between my pussy lips, over my clit, then into my slick heat. Then back over my clit.

The crop, oh, God, yes…so fucking barbaric, yet so unbelievably sensuous.

Whap!

I scream against the gag when the leather snaps into my ass, then moan when Marcel slides it back over the back of my cunt, before slipping its tip into me, fucking the mouth of my pussy before rubbing it over my clit again and again until I am delirious.

He lifts the tip to my mouth. Tells me to lick it clean. And I do. I stick the tip of my tongue out, my gaze set on his as I lick the leather, catching the sweet musk of my wetness.

“Yeah,” he says huskily. “Lick your juices.”

I lave my tongue over the leather, then just when I'm about to suck the crop into my mouth, Marcel pulls it away from me.

Damn him!

He sucks it into his own mouth, forcing a groan to spill out over the gag in my mouth. Then without warning, he snaps it over the side of my right breast, catching my nipple and areola with the flat edge.

I cry out.

Sharp pain followed by a burst of aching heat.

Oh, God, yes…yes…

He snaps the crop over my left breast and my nipple flares searing heat that bursts into flames. I close my eyes and swoon. I am not sure when I pass out, or how long I'd been out, but when my lids flutter open, the gag is off, but my hands are tied over my head and I am naked and spread for Marcel's unyielding pleasure.

I thrash my head when he strikes my cunt with a lash.

Tears flood my lids.

I feel…

Vulnerable.

Deliciously helpless.

And seconds later, Marcel's tongue, moist and greedy, gliding over my pussy lips.

“Oh God,
yes!”

Marcel looks up at me. His eyes narrow and darken.

“Do you know how much I love you, Marika?” He reinforces the question by pinching my engorged clit. Fire flares through me, then dances in the pit of my pussy, sending me over the edge.

“Uh…
yessss
…”

“Do you not know that you are the only woman I've ever loved?” He pinches my left nipple, then the right one. “That I will ever love?”

I moan. “Baby,
pleeeease
. Let me…”

He scowls. “Let you what, Marika? Tell me some bullshit that I already know? How sorry you are? Nah. I'm not tryna hear that shit.” He brings the lash across my labia, striking my clit, my slit, causing my cunt to flare open.

I arch into the sizzling heat. Blink through the tears.

“Uhhh, I am so—”

Slash!

More tears spring from my eyes.

“Marcel,
pleeeeease
…”

Slash!

“Please what, Marika?”

Slash!

Mewling like a wild bobcat, a molten river flows from my swollen breasts to my clit, then bursts out of my hot, overflowing slit. My pussy has become a wet fountain of sensations, spurting and pulsing. Tingling. Throbbing. Aching.

I groan and arch my spine.

“You're my fuckin' wife, yo. I'd never fuckin' disrespect you. Or play you.”

Slash!

He lashes my pussy until fire explodes from my clit.

Then leans in. Cages my cunt in his mouth. Tongues it. Kisses it. Loves it. Sucks and suckles until I erupt into his mouth, then releases my clit with a wet, juicy sound.