Carrie's Answer (4 page)

Chapter Four

Marcus looked up from his desk, his dark-gray eyes penetrating right through her, making her hot and needy.

“Want to explain this?” he asked, his face impassive as he waited for her to answer.

Carrie nervously licked her lips, and she thought she saw his eyes widen a bit. No, must have been wishful thinking on her part. Her body was still reeling from the mere memory of how he felt pressed against her.

“I’ve been offered a better position elsewhere. It pays quite a bit more, and I happen to like the company very much. It’s a good move for me.” She was relieved to hear the false steadiness in her voice.

“I’ll match any offer you’ve received.” He casually leaned back in his chair.

Carrie felt her face burn as thoughts about being tied to that same chair floated through her mind.
God, I’m going crazy
, she thought as her panties dampened.

She shook her head. She wouldn’t give in, even though every cell in her body screamed to. “No. I’m sure it’s no longer wise for me to work here.”

“Why not? Is someone giving you a problem?” His voice had dropped a few octaves, his eyes boring into her.

No one,
she mused,
unless you count yourself.

“I think we both know why I’m no longer comfortable being here.” Carrie wouldn’t play games. She stood before him, calm on the surface while she tried not to remember the feel of his breath on her face, in her ear. Her “battery operated boyfriend’s” motor burning out last night had been the last straw. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, continue to put herself through this.

Marcus rose from his seat and walked around the desk and up behind her. He placed strong hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently. Her nipples tightened painfully within her silk bra.

“Carrie, you have no reason to be embarrassed. I still don’t think you have any business going to that club. I don’t want you to go but I don’t hold it against you.” His deep, smoky voice tickled her ear.

She bristled and eased away from him. Her thighs were moist from his firm touch and she was pissed at herself for having no control. She was even more pissed off at him for being an arrogant, oblivious
man.

“Please, let’s just leave this alone.” She faced him. “I gave you my two weeks’ notice so that I can train another assistant, and then I’m on my way. There is no changing my mind.”

Marcus moved around to the front of his desk and leaned back, crossing his ankles and folding his arms over his chest. “It isn’t as easy as you training a replacement. You’re under contract to me for another year and three months.”

She gasped. “You’re going to hold me to that?” She could literally feel her freedom, her escape, slipping away. Tears sprang to the corners of her eyes but she swallowed hard, refusing to cry. That damn contract. She’d forgotten all about signing the thing last year.

His face took on a smug look. “Yes, I think that I am.”

She wanted to stomp her foot in anger. Arrogant bastard! After all she’d done for him, working her ass off to help build his business, standing by him when no one else did. Her loyalty to him was unwavering and she had proven it over and over on a daily basis. And this was how he rewarded her?

“You cannot possibly be this selfish, Marcus. I deserve better than this from you.” Her voice quivered as her chest began to pound.

He lowered his arms. His handsome face softened a little as he left the desk and stood before her.

“I
can
be this selfish, Carrie. Have you forgotten what a sick, selfish pervert I really am?”

She shook with indignation. “Oh, for crying out loud. That was over years ago, and you know darn good and well that I never thought you were sick or selfish or a pervert.” Her face heated like it always did when she came to his defense.

Her reward was his hand cupping the side of her face, the pad of his thumb gliding across her bottom lip. “There’s my girl, always coming to my defense.”

His face lit up with his dazzling smile. It always amazed Carrie how transformed Marcus was when he smiled. It was a rare sight and she basked in it.

“I have a compromise for you.”

It was difficult for her to concentrate with his thumb on her mouth. “Ah… Ok. What is it?” she finally forced out. Better to keep her questions short or he would know for sure how affected she was by his touch.

The musk of his skin washed over her senses, heady and totally masculine. Her mouth watered and she wanted to reach out and lick the pulse point in his neck.

“You spend the weekend with me and I’ll let you out of your contract.”

She stepped back to get a good look at his face. He was stone-cold serious. Her spine stiffened ramrod straight and a lump formed in her throat, threatening to cut off her air. She had the sudden urge to not only kiss him, but also slap him right across his superior smile. The need to do both weighed heavily upon her. She wasn’t a violent woman though, and jumping him was something one of the bimbos he dated would do.

She wanted this. His offer was the culmination of her wildest fantasies, so why pretend to be offended by it? The idea of being with Marcus Worthington started an undeniable ache between her thighs to match the one in her heart.

Marcus watched the wide range of emotions pass across Carrie’s lovely, flushed face. Anger and embarrassment gave way to curiosity and then stark need. His dick ached as he waited for her answer. He was patient and let her take as long as she needed. He wondered if her ass would flush that same color of pink after he had given her a special punishment.

She nodded her head briefly, clearly unable to get the word
yes
out. It wasn’t good enough for him. She needed to speak her desire for him to master her. Then, and only then, could they begin.

“Carrie, you have to tell me yes. You think you know what a weekend with me will entail. You think you know what I like. On some things you may be right. But I can guarantee there are things you will experience that you never dreamed possible.” He approached her again, his hands rising to her shoulders. He let his fingers trail down her chest and brush over her breasts.

She closed her eyes and swallowed a moan.

“The tabloids didn’t know half of what I like, so you have to be sure. There’s no going back once you walk into my house.”

Marcus didn’t know if she truly understood what it meant to be a sub or if she could do it. At work she was efficient, sharp and smart. She was capable of holding her own in a male-dominated work environment. Handing over complete control to him might be more than she could handle. A lot of women fantasized about being dominated but far fewer enjoyed the reality of the complex relationship between Dom and sub. Marcus wasn’t brutal, nor did he humiliate his lovers. He found those practices distasteful. He did, however, command absolute control during sex. From positions to clothing, even up to and including orgasm, he expected compliance. Unless the safe word was spoken, he did as he pleased.

Carrie’s brown eyes were wide. He hadn’t meant to scare her. He just wanted her to be sure, because her life was about to change. If they explored this thing between them, by Sunday night she would never be the same woman again.

She drew a deep breath, and when she answered him her words were like music to his ears. “Yes, Marcus, I understand what you’re saying and what spending the weekend with you means.”

He stepped back and moved to the door, locking it. Returning to stand a few feet in front of her, he rapped out a command. “Unbutton your blouse.” He might as well test her now.

When she hesitated, he sighed. “If you’re unable to follow a simple command, this isn’t going to work.”

She took another deep breath and lifted her fingers to the top button of her shirt. Every pearly button she opened revealed more soft, creamy flesh for Marcus’ eyes to devour. She let the shirt fall to the floor, trying to suck in her belly.

“Don’t present yourself to me any other way than how you really are.” He kept his voice purposely severe. “There is no shame in showing your body to the one who owns it when he tells you to.”

Her tits were pushed into a white satin bra, cleavage spilling out the tops. He clenched his hands, making fists at his sides. He wanted to feel her so badly but he was going to make them both wait.

“Unhook the bra.”

This time she complied with no hesitation. Reaching back, she snapped the hook. The straps fell down her arms and she pulled the bra off in an inadvertent striptease. It landed on top of her blouse. As her full breasts spilled from confinement, he noticed her rosy nipples were puckered and begging for his teeth.
Not yet, not yet
, became his mantra.

“Touch your nipples.”

She gently grasped her breasts. Her eyes were cast downward, refusing to meet his. He would have to work on that. He liked a woman to look at him whenever he was doing something to her or when she was pleasing herself at his request. There was nothing sexier than a pair of half-hooded eyes shining with delight.

Marcus rubbed the front of his pants, no longer bothering to hide his erection. His hand settled on the line parallel with his zipper. The motion seemed to set her off because she started to pluck at her stiff nipples, rolling them between her thumb and finger.

“Pull up your skirt.” Marcus found it hard to keep his voice even and had to throttle back a moan as her skirt traveled up, showing even more of that creamy, smooth skin.

“Lose the pantyhose.” He wanted her in stockings or nothing at all.

She slid her small hands down her thighs, kicking off her shoes. Her tits swung with the motion as she pushed her hose completely off. This time a moan did escape as Marcus imagined grabbing those rounded globes and palming them hard while he ground his erection into that generous ass and his mouth was locked on the nape of her neck, marking her as his.

Carrie straightened and lifted her skirt to the top of her soft thighs. White satin panties failed to hide the dark patch between her legs. Damn, she was juicy.

Her body was pale and soft. The total opposite of the women he usually bedded. His body came alive as he imagined sinking into her pliant flesh.
Fuck
was the only coherent thought running through his traitorous mind.

“Take off the panties then turn around and place your hands on the wall.” His voice was much harsher this time. He was trying to get some control over himself; anything to keep from slamming into her now. Marcus wanted to draw this out, to make it last. Wanted her so needy that she’d do anything he asked.

The idea of her bound to his bed, her heart-shaped ass in the air while he took her, taunted him, made him crazy. He hadn’t felt desire this intense in years. Long before his marriage. Hell, maybe all the way back to when he was a fucking eighteen-year-old kid discovering the pleasures of dominating a woman for the first time.

He stalked over to her, leaning into her and letting her feel his heat. He knew she felt his hard dick pressing into her ass. He brushed his hands along the insides of her legs, starting at her knees and working his way steadily up.

“Press your ass out, Carrie, and spread your legs wide. I want to see all of you,” he murmured, an unfamiliar hunger making his voice gravelly.

She pushed that fantastically full ass out and spread her thighs wide open for his view. His hand went between her legs, moving along her pussy lips. They were bare and so fucking silky to the touch. His mouth watered with the desire to take those sweet lips into his mouth.

Running his middle finger down her moist slit and up to her ass, he circled the petal opening and whispered, “Have you ever been taken here?” He pressed his finger lightly against the barrier, and she gasped.

When she shook her head no, Marcus continued, “Have you ever had anything in your ass, Carrie?”

Her head hit the wall. “Yes, a plug.”

“How often?” He pressed his face to her cheek, his mouth less than an inch from her mouth. “Answer me, Carrie. How often do you push a plug up this delicious ass of yours?”

“A few…a few times a week,” she whispered. Marcus gathered more of her moisture on his finger and slid it back between her cheeks, sliding the tip into her. He wiggled it slightly back and forth. She relaxed immediately and he knew she would take his cock tonight, anywhere he wanted to give it to her.

“When you fuck yourself? Is that when you use it? Or do you let your lover give you that pleasure?”

He didn’t want to think why the answer was so important to him, but it was. The idea of another man touching her this way brought a swift ribbon of anger swelling through him, demanding that he take her and make her forget about any other man she ever let touch her body.

“There’s no one. I use it on myself,” she cried as he swirled his finger around once more before pulling out.

With one hand, he opened her swollen lower lips, spreading them wide. The other slipped around her drenched hole and up to her clit. It wasn’t large but it was so hard. He pinched it lightly between his fingers, drawing a whimper from her. It wouldn’t take much for her to come quickly but Marcus wouldn’t allow that.

“You can’t come, ever, unless I say you can. Otherwise I’ll be forced to punish you.”