Dirty (12 page)

"She didn't get away with anything," he told
her. "I arranged for her to volunteer for a thousand hours at a
rape counseling center. She's getting therapy for her own problems.
I've put the word out about what she did. There's not a studio in
Hollywood that will go near her now."

"You went through all that for me. I've done
nothing but be hateful and run away. Then when I get here, I demand
sex. I'm so sorry, Raven."

"The only good thing about what happened with
Lena is that, thanks to the drugs, I have no memory of it." He held
out his hand and when she took it he pulled her down onto her lap.
"As for what happened in your bedroom, that was entirely mutual. I
love you, Marielle."

She wasn't ready to say that out loud, not
after six months of trying to get over him. "Okay."

"Okay," he mocked gently and then brought the
back of her hand to his lips. "Now if you want me to call the ferry
I will but I'd like you to stay for awhile. I have no expectations.
You don't have to have sex with me again. I'd just like us to spend
some time together."

"No more sex?" She frowned at the buttons of
his shirt. "I don't know. That might be a dealbreaker for me." She
looked into his eyes and added, "I haven't been with anyone. Not
since we were together."

"It's been six months for me, too." He rubbed
his knuckles over the tip of her breast. "I want you, Marielle, but
you do remember what kind of sex I like to have with you."

"Not really, sir." She wriggled on his lap.
"Maybe you could refresh my memory?"

* * *

A week later, the scent of fresh-baked
cinnamon rolls roused Marielle awake. She opened her eyes to see
her lover carrying in a tray piled high with them and two steaming
mugs. She suppressed a smile when she also noted that he was naked
and sported a thick, beautiful erection. "Do you always make
breakfast in the nude?"

"When weather permits." Instead of bringing
the tray to her, he set it on the table by the fireplace and came
over to the bed. "If you want your tea, you'll have to earn it
first."

They'd gotten into a wonderful habit of
having sex first thing in the morning, which she loved as much as
he did, but today she felt mischevious. "I don't know. You kept me
up way past my bedtime last night. I'm still really sleepy."

"Then let me wake you up." Raven took hold of
her legs and dragged her to the edge of the bed, stripping away the
sheets to expose her nude body before he sat down beside her. "I
called Lena this morning and told her I'm not going to do the
sequel to Fascination."

Marielle propped herself up on one elbow.
"You sure about that?"

He nodded. "I've made more money than I can
ever spend. I might try my hand at directing. I've always wanted
to. There are some great projects out there."

"You would be an amazing director. Ah." She
arched as he rubbed his hand over her pink buttocks, still sore
from the last spanking he'd given her. "I'm sorry, I'll get up
now."

"Not yet." He gave her three firm, quick
slaps and then caressed the stinging patches before slipping his
fingers between her legs. "Maybe you're not so tired after
all."

To their mutual pleasure they discovered a
daily "maintenance" spanking kept Marielle's desire stoked, which
made her sex damp and ready for Raven any time he wanted her to
take his cock -- which over the past week had been several times a
day. She didn't understand why the pain made her feel so sexy but
she didn't care. Surrendering herself to his domination and
discipline made her feel cherished and attended to, as did catering
to his every desire.

Except one, Marielle thought as she felt him
rub his thumb over the tight pucker of her ass. Despite her hints
so far Raven hadn't tried to take her there. As his submissive she
couldn't exactly demand it. Unless…

"I know you'd like to keep me here and play
with me forever." Marielle rolled over and sat up, wincing a little
as the movement made her sore bottom flex. "But I think it's time I
head back to the states."

He stared at her. "What? Why?"

"It's been fun, really." She walked over to
the tray and helped herself to a cup of tea. "But we both know that
I can't be your sex slave for the rest of my life. You want to
direct and I need to find a new job, and pay my bills, and see my
friends…" she glanced at him and smiled. "Maybe you could hire me
to be your P.A. on the first film you direct."

"I'm sure you'd be fabulous but what if I
want you for something else?" he asked, his voice stern.

"You mean the sex? Of course, you can come
and visit me in L.A. anytime you like," Marielle assured him. "I'd
love to have you stay with me whenever you're in town. Or, if I'm
traveling where you're working, I can come to you."

"How accommodating of you." His expression
darkened. "Obviously you've given this a lot of thought."

She shrugged. "I'm simply being realistic.
We're both busy people with demanding careers. We can't shut out
the rest of the world forever. How much longer do you think we can
keep up the endless dom/sub sex-a-thon, anyway?"

The blatant challenge to his dominance worked
like a charm. His copper eyes blazed with anger. "So you're tired
of me, is that it?"

"I want more and you're not willing to take
it to the next stage because you think you'll hurt me." She set
down the cup and pulled on her robe while she made her voice go
brisk. "I'll call the airport and see what flights are available.
If there's one for tonight, do you think the ferry could pick me up
right away?"

"You're not going anywhere," he said and took
her by the arm to drag her back over to the bed. "Not until I'm
done with you."

Marielle hid a smile now as he tossed her
face-down on the bed and used her bathrobe belt to tie her hands to
one of the posts. "Raven, really. What are you going to do that we
haven't already done?"

"What you've been begging for all week, my
little cockslut." He jerked her legs apart, and then reached for
the bottle of lube he kept on the nightstand. "I'm going to take
this tight ass of yours."

"But you said you were too big for me."
Marielle shivered as she felt him stroke the lube over her pucker
and press it inside with his finger. "You told me I couldn't handle
it."

"Quiet," he ordered and stepped between her
thighs. "We'll see how much of me you can take."

Marielle caught her breath as she felt the
broad dome of his cockhead press between her buttocks. Raven's
penis was huge. Her little pucker tightened in response to his
first nudge until she forced herself to relax. "I can take whatever
you've got."

"You love to push me, don't you, baby? Well,
now it's my turn." He worked the tip against her hole before he
pushed the entire bulbous head inside. "There, that's the first
inch." He ran his hand down the length of her spine. "Push against
my cock. Yes, like that. When you do that I can go deeper."

Marielle groaned as he gave her a series of
short strokes that worked his penis into her channel while
stretching her rosebud to the limit. The pain felt like she was
losing her virginity again but once he'd made her take the full
length of his shaft the discomfort faded, replaced by a sensation
of dark and delicious fullness.

"Oh, oh. That's… amazing." The feeling of
being taken like this was even more arousing than his spankings.
"Don't stop, please."

"Let's see how you like the fucking part." He
recoiled, dragging his penis out an inch before he pushed back in,
going deeper than he had before.

The intimate pressure made tiny lights
shimmer through her head. "Raven."

"There, baby, now you're feeling it," he
murmured as he gripped her hips and drew out an inch, thrusting
back in firmly. "My cock is deep inside your ass. I'm going to plow
every inch of it."

Raven reached under her to grip her breasts
as he forged in and out of her clenching hole, grunting each time
he gave her more of his cock. The feel of his thick girth moving
back and forth made Marielle tremble violently. The strange
penetration sent shockwaves through her pussy and belly and caused
her nipples to tighten so hard they scraped Raven's palms like
little stones.

"Your tits are mine and so is your pussy," he
muttered as he reached down to finger her pulsing clit. "Your ass
belongs to my cock. I own every inch of your body now, don't I, you
little slut?"

"I'm yours, sir," she said, gasping as he
shafted her deeper and harder. "Oh, your cock feels so huge and
hard like this."

"Squeeze me. Yeah, like that." He began
steadily stroking her clit in time with his heavy thrusts. "You're
not going back to the states. You're staying here with me, in my
bed, and in my life, and in my heart. You're mine, Mari, and I'm
never going to let you go -- and you know exactly why."

"Raven." She moaned as he pulled out of her
and turned her over to face him, and looked up to see the fierce
determination burning in his eyes. "I couldn't leave you like that.
I love you, so much."

"But you made me wait a week to hear you say
that, you little brat." He dragged her legs up around his waist and
pressed back inside her. "I never want to hurt you, sweetheart."
His penetration this time was slow, gentle and melded their bodies
with a luscious sensuality. "But I can't let you go."

She wrapped her legs around him. "Then
don't."

Raven bent over to kiss her mouth before he
began thrusting into her again, working his thickness deep inside
her ass while he toyed with her clit. "Don't go over yet," he
warned her even as he fingered her faster. "I want us together this
time. I want to explode with you."

Marielle clutched at the belt binding her
wrists and bit her lip, writhing under him as she resisted the
billowing need to come. She could feel him swelling even larger and
harder with each stroke, his fingers slick with the fluids seeping
from her as he thrust them inside her tight pussy. The double
penetration nearly demolished her already-tenuous resolve. She felt
him begin to shake and groan.

"Now, Mari," he told her as he rammed his
cock and fingers deep into her. "Come with me now, now, now."

The shriek that escaped her entwined with
rumbling groan that came from his chest as he pumped his seed into
her spasming ass and she bore down on his fingers, gushing around
them as her own pleasure took her apart. Their simultaneous
climaxes seemed to stretch out forever, one feeding the other until
they burst again into a second explosion of delight.

"Raven," she breathed as he released her
wrists and gathered her into his arms. "I'll stay with you for as
long as you want me."

"Then we'd better send for your things,
because that" -- he kissed the tip of her nose -- "will be
forever."

THE END