Make Me Yours (21 page)

Licking his fingers from a gooey fudge brownie, Marc grinned unrepentantly at her. “Are we done? I’m hungry and I’ll bet the diner has a huge steak with my name on it.”

Cassie gaped at him in surprise. “How on earth can you be hungry?”

“Sex, darlin’. I’m always starving after a good orgasm.”

“I wouldn’t know,” she mumbled thinking of her own needs and how they were denied.

“Ah, poor baby. Feeling neglected?”

Cassie glared at him, which only made him smile wider. “I shouldn’t have let you have any goodies. You didn’t deserve them. Now, help me clean up if you want your steak sometime before midnight.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her thoroughly. “Oh, I definitely want my steak before then. I’m not through with you tonight and I’m going to need the protein.” With a swat to her ass, he added, “Come on. We’ll get this place cleaned up in no time.”

Forty-five minutes later the kitchen was clean, Cassie had packed enough clothes and toiletries for a few days, washed up and was now seated in the diner across from the sexiest man she had ever met. After ordering, she found herself anxious to get going. The past week without seeing Marc followed by their heated encounter in her store room only left her more frustrated.

“Tell me about your lodge,” she said after the waitress had left. She was anxious to learn more about what he had been doing since they last saw each other.

“It’s pretty much like any other mountain vacation lodge. We have fifteen separate cabins that we rent out year round and offer different activities depending on the season.”

“I saw some of the activities you offer.” She smiled teasingly at him but silently wondered if that was the norm for him and Jack.

“You mean Morgan’s birthday? That was a private party with a few of our closest friends. We do cater to BDSM groups from all over and reserve certain time slots for them and equip the cabins and club room accordingly as well as planning some outdoor activities in the warmer weather. Other times, our guests are normal families wanting a vacation in the mountains.”

“You must stay pretty busy. Are you booked now?”

Marc grinned knowingly at her. “You want to know what kind of group we have checked in now? Just regular folks. But, we do have a small BDSM group coming in next weekend. I’ll expect you to attend the gatherings if you’re not working,” he warned her. She had to know up front what she was getting in to.

“As long as I’m with you, that’s fine by me, Marc. I mean that.”

Their food arrived and their conversation turned to mundane topics until it was time to go. After instructing her to follow him, Marc led the way out of town and back to Bear Creek Lodge, anxious to get inside her again. It seemed he still craved her as much now as he did all those years ago.

It was late when they entered the loft, but from the sounds of slapping flesh and soft cries coming from behind Jack and Morgan’s bedroom door, it sounded like they were still awake. Marc smiled when Cassie blushed and led her to his bedroom. “Bathroom’s there,” he said pointing to the left as they entered his room. “You’ve got five minutes.”

He had on his Dom face and Cassie wasted no time using the facilities, as anxious as he was to get naked. When she came out she barely had time to note the navy, burgundy and forest green drapes covering large windows on either side of a four poster king size bed. Two large, over stuffed arm chairs sat facing a large screen television on the opposite side of the bed and floor to ceiling mirrors covered the opposite wall.

Noticing her wide eyed gaze, Marc said, “I like to watch and I want you to see yourself as I do.”

“I don’t think I’d like that,” she said, unsure of herself now that she was here.

“But if I tell you to watch in the mirror, you’ll do it, won’t you, Cassie?”

Softly spoken, his words were more of an order than a question. “Yes, sir.”

“Thank you. Now, strip. I’m not nearly done with you tonight.”

Cassie stripped under his watchful eyes and by the time she was naked her nipples were puckered into tight pointed peaks and her bare folds glistened with her oozing arousal. His vivid green eyes took in every inch of her before he patted the turned down bed. “Hop up, darlin’, and lay in the middle.”

Cassie’s excitement increased when he straddled her prone body and raised her right arm to attach a wrist cuff before doing the same to her left. When he ordered her to spread her legs, she couldn’t help her embarrassment at the way the action separated her pussy lips, revealing the pink wet flesh of her vagina. After he attached cuffs around each ankle, leaving her spread eagle and completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do, he picked up the other pillow.

“Lift your hips.” His tone brooked no argument and Cassie complied. Tucking the pillow under her buttocks, he then sat back and viewed his handiwork. Her stiff nipples were pointing straight up while the soft mounds of her breasts lay softly on her chest. Her long, slender legs were spread wide, her hips elevated, leaving her mound prominently displayed. Her slit was parted, and Marc couldn’t resist the allure of her pink, glistening flesh.

Settling between her splayed legs, he looked up into her shining blue eyes. “Cassie, darlin’, if you don’t quit biting your lip, I’m going to have to punish you again.”

Cassie quickly released her lip as her buttocks clenched in protest. Her ass was still sore from her spanking and her pussy still in need of a release she didn’t want to do anything to delay. When Marc took a slow lick up the middle of her slit, she strained against her bonds in a vain attempt to get closer to him, her hips jerking against his mouth.

With a sigh, Marc moved back and shook his head at her. “I see you’re not going to behave.” Reaching over the side of the bed, he drew a middle strap from each side and tightened it over her hips, right above her bare mound. “There, now you have to lie still.”

“Sir, Master, please. I need to move, I need to…”

“I know what you need, Cassie, and I’ll give it to you when I’m ready and not before. Now, where was I?” Settling between her legs again, Marc used his thumbs to pull her lips further apart, leaving her completely exposed.

Whimpering in both embarrassment and arousal, Cassie watched his dark head dip and felt his tongue leisurely lick her from her anus on up before delving deep inside her. She instinctively tried to arch against him, and when she couldn’t her arousal ratcheted higher, making her pussy gush wetly. As Marc ate at her pussy, she was shocked at how much more she could feel without hair and vowed she’d keep herself denuded if this was the reward she got for the pain of waxing.

Unwillingly, her eyes shifted to the mirror. With her hips elevated, all the focus seemed to be on her blatantly displayed pussy and his head buried between her legs. Then she shut her eyes and ceased to think as Marc assaulted her with not only his tongue, but his fingers and lips and teeth. He worked her cunt with two fingers while moving his tongue to her clit. The first rasp against her inflamed, swollen bud had her crying out, small tremors indicating an impending climax rippling through her. When he sneakily inched a finger into her anus, she cried out, unable to hold back from the onslaught on her senses. Before she could go over into a full orgasm, he pulled back, releasing her clit as his fingers moved slowly, too slowly in and out of both her orifices, stimulating sensitive nerve endings but not enough to send her over.

“Damn it, Marc, quit teasing me,” she cried out and then realized her mistake when he frowned at her. “I mean, Sir. I’m sorry, just, please….”

Marc couldn’t get mad at her. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy and her poor bottom lip wasn’t going to last if he didn’t give her relief soon. Damn, she was something. Watching her arousal spike was heady, almost as heady as going down on her was.

“Nice save, Cassie. Trust me, I’ll give you want you need.” Dipping his head he resumed his feast, tasting her on his tongue as he licked, fingered and nibbled on her flesh until she was close to coming, then pulling back. Over and over he brought her just to the edge of climax, stopping before she could crest that hill. Her ass was tight, but he still managed to work in another finger, and the way she clamped around them told him she enjoyed anal play.

Releasing her clit once again, he glanced up at her cry. Tears of frustration and need streaked her cheeks making him relent. Dipping his head, he latched onto her clit, suckling it with hard pulls of his lips and pressure from his tongue and he finger fucked both holes with deep hard strokes. Her walls clamped around his fingers as his teeth closed on her clit, his mouth filling with her come and his cock straining against his zipper. Fuck, why the hell hadn’t he stripped before lying down with her?

Her orgasm went on and on, her screams echoing in the room as she convulsed repeatedly under him. Marc struggled to bring her down easily, licking her sheath now with long, slow strokes as his fingers slipped from her vagina and anus. Kissing her soft folds, then her bare mound, he moved up to her waist, where he paused to release the strap before continuing up to her breasts. Giving each nipple a soft kiss, he then moved to her mouth where he took her lips slowly, feeling her body shudder under him as she calmed.

Cassie’s lips clung to his and as she licked his lips and then his tongue, she tasted herself. She still shook from her explosive climax and now saw the benefits of holding back her orgasms. She had never come like that before, and she wasn’t sure she would survive it if it happened again. Marc was the only man she had ever allowed to give her oral sex. After she fled from him, and the club scene, she had struggled to find herself and her sexuality. The rare times she did sleep with a date, she kept it strictly to the missionary position with little to no foreplay. Her husband liked different positions, but was a very reserved man and was happy with conventional sex. When she had finally given in to her memories and sought out a Dom to prepare her to return to Marc, she was desperate to find answers for herself. But even after Master Greg had agreed to tutor her, she didn’t allow him that pleasure. She wanted to keep something just for Marc, a sacrifice she didn’t know if he’d appreciate, but now she was glad she did it.

“You have too many clothes on, Master,” she said when his lips released hers.

“Yes, I do.” Marc rose and stripped quickly. When he started to open a condom, Cassie shook her head at him.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean if you don’t want to use that.”

Marc hesitated then slipped the condom on before releasing her ankles and settling between her thighs again. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t fuck bare back, ever.”

“I understand.” Obviously they had some work to do in the trust department, she thought, then, as he entered her in one smooth thrust, she ceased to think at all.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered brusquely as he wasted no time in pulling back, then thrusting in again, and again, until he was pounding ruthlessly into her over and over.

Cassie clutched his hips with her legs, locking her ankles on his lower back as she met him stroke for stroke. Unbelievably, she felt the pulses of another orgasm starting and when he reached up and released her arms, she clasped his muscled shoulders tightly and rode out the storm with him. His hard, naked body felt so good against her, his breath hot and heavy in her ear as they strained together to reach a simultaneous climax that left them both damp and spent.

Chapter Twelve

“I take it you’ve had a change of heart,” Jack said the next morning as he poured himself a cup of coffee and eyed his friend and partner over the rim.

“It’s more complicated than that.” Marc flipped the pancakes while listening for Cassie to rouse herself. She had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep last night, but he hadn’t been so lucky. The threat of this stalker had decided the issue of whether he was going to give a relationship with Cassie a chance again. Much to his surprise, he discovered his feelings still ran too deep for him to turn his back on her. “Scott called me yesterday after Cassie had shown him a note she got in the mail from a stalker. There was no way I was going to let her handle that alone.”

Jack frowned at his combative tone. “You don’t have to justify your involvement to me. I of all people know how difficult it is to stay away from a woman you really want, one your body wars with your mind over. Hell, if you hadn’t nudged me in Morgan’s direction and she hadn’t pushed me from the other end, I’d probably still be just a friend.”

“Instead of fuck buddies?”

Jack returned Marc’s smile. “That’s my soon to be wife you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, and she’d go for the fuck buddy term without blinking an eye. Where is she?”

“Outside drawing. Said something about catching the sunrise. We heard you and Cassie when you came in. Apparently you wore her out more than I did Morgan. Is she going to be staying here, then, where it’ll be safer?”

Marc stacked the pancakes on a warm plate before pouring more batter on the griddle. “Yes, but the minx refused to come out here as my guest. She would only agree if she was in my bed, figuratively and literally.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “She blackmailed you? Did you set her straight?”

“I showed her I didn’t like ultimatums, but, between you and me, I was glad she forced the issue, taking the indecision out of my hands.”

“You’re just as affected by her now as you were seven years ago.”

“Yeah, it seems like it.” Marc frowned, wondering why Cassie was the only woman he had ever met who could affect him so quickly and so strongly. They had only known each other on a personal level for days, yet he felt as if he had known her for years. He knew she bit her bottom lip when she was nervous or unsure about something. He knew she turned a delightful shade of pink when she was embarrassed, a bright red when she was aroused and when she came her soft voice sounded throaty when she moaned and loud when she screamed. Through their rare and brief phone calls and emails he had learned she loved omelets with spinach and feta cheese, hated mushrooms and was addicted to dark chocolate. She loved to read and took long walks when she needed to think. By the end of her first week here, she had befriended Ed, the widowed mailman and endeared herself to the town’s patrons with her warm smiles and welcoming presence. He knew he wanted her more today than he had when she was a young, naïve coed and he knew if anyone hurt her there was nowhere they could hide to avoid his wrath.