Make Me Yours (27 page)

“Let me go you big oaf,” she smiled at him over her shoulder. “If you want me to join you downstairs I need to finish these dishes and take a shower.”

Marc made a show of sniffing her neck. “Mmm, you smell good, like sugar and cinnamon. “

Laughing, she said, “Exactly. I smell like a bakery, and sweat.”

“You smell sweet and I happen to like sweet, but I’ll let you go for now since I don’t want anything to ruin my plans for you tonight.”

“You’re not going to tell me anything, are you?”

“No, but, trust me, you’ll enjoy yourself.”

Cassie turned in his arms and looped her soapy hands around his neck. “I do, Marc. Trust you, that is. I want you to know that. I’m not that young, stupid girl anymore who didn’t know a good thing when she had it.”

Marc kissed her wanting to believe her. “Finish your chores, girl, then meet me downstairs. I have to get back down there to greet our guests. I put one of my shirts on the bed. Wear that and nothing else.”

Cassie watched him leave well aware he hadn’t responded to her statement.

“I wore nothing but Jack’s shirt the first week I was here. Why does wearing a guy’s shirt feel more intimate, sexier than a sheer nightie that he gave you?” Morgan smiled at her, knowing she was worried about Marc’s lack of a response.

“Maybe because the last place it had been was next to their skin, the same place we want to be.”

“I hadn’t thought of that, but I think you’re onto something there. Let’s go get ready and see what our guys have planned for us tonight.”

An hour later, Cassie followed Morgan downstairs, the feel of Marc’s silk shirt caressing her naked body and heightening her senses. It smelled like him, masculine and warm and made her feel closer to him. Loud music greeted them as well as the sounds of play already in progress. Stopping in the door, she was glad to see there was just a small group tonight. The fewer people the less distraction for her and the more she could concentrate on pleasing Marc. She remembered Marc telling her the first night she met him that she would know she was truly submissive when she derived her deepest desire from pleasing him. She knew now what he meant.

“Do you know everyone?” Cassie asked Morgan as they made their way to the bar where Jack had waved them over.

“I recognize most of them, but I’m awful with names. It’s easier to just smile and say ‘How are you?’”

Cassie had just started to hop on a bar stool when hard hands grabbed her waist and boosted her up. “There you go, darlin’,” Marc said as he leaned a muscled arm on the bar and smiled at her.

Dressed in tight jeans and an equally tight black tee shirt with the lodge’s logo in the corner, he looked at her out of smiling green eyes.

“You look good in my shirt.”

His hand caressed her bare thigh where the shirt had ridden up and Cassie had to forcefully keep herself from spreading her legs. Talk about easy and eager, she thought ruefully. “Thank you, Master Marc.”

“I like how easily my title now falls from those pretty lips.” Grasping her hair, he held her still for a deep, wet kiss. “And I like how those lips feel under mine.”

“Cassie, what can I get you?” Jack asked, grinning at her dazed expression. “Shit, Marc. All you did was kiss her. I can’t wait to see her face after you’ve had her over the spanking bench for a while.”

The shock and arousal that filled her blue eyes made both men chuckle. “Bring her a rum and coke, Jack, and make it strong. She’s going to need it.”

Fifteen minutes later, Cassie was feeling warm and loose and she would have contributed her content feeling to the strong drink she had just downed if it wasn’t for the fact that Marc had unbuttoned her shirt and was caressing her breasts in a way she loved. Turning on the stool to face him fully, she gasped as his fingers grasped her nipples and pinched them.

“You like that little bite of pain, don’t you, Cassie?” His eyes stared at her nipples as he alternated between rolling them between his fingers, then pinching them until they were cherry red and stiffened into prominent points.

“Yes,” she breathed out roughly, ignoring the couple standing next to them visiting with Jack and Morgan.

“Your breasts are so pretty, so soft as they fill my hands perfectly. Except here.” Opening his hands, he rubbed his palms against her sensitive nubs in a circular motion.

Cassie pushed against him, biting her lip to keep from begging for more. He was the only one who could arouse her so quickly, and to such a depth that she ceased to think of anything except the pleasure they could give each other. When he slowly moved his right hand down her waist and cupped her pussy, she thought she’d come right then. Grasping his wrists for leverage, she pushed against his palm, silently begging for more.

“You’ve got my hand all wet, darlin’. Shame on you,” he murmured while he pushed his palm harder between her spread legs, catching her juices as they seeped out and rubbing them over her plump, soft folds.

“It’s you’re fault,” Cassie replied, then felt herself turning beet red when Scott joined them, leaning casually against the bar with a beer in his hand, his grey eyes looking her over slowly.

“She’s very pretty, Marc.”

“Stop,” Marc snapped when she started to close the shirt over her nakedness. “I didn’t give you permission to cover yourself.”

Cassie dropped her hands and tried looking away from both men. It was one thing to have strangers walking by or standing near and conversing with others while Marc played with her and another to have a man she knew and saw everyday standing right in front of her and watching as Marc continued fondling her breasts and pussy. As disconcerting as she found Scott’s presence, she couldn’t help the rush of arousal that swept through her as Marc slid one finger slowly inside her.

After swirling his finger in her pussy, Marc raised his eyes to her flushed face and brought his finger to his mouth, smiling when she turned crimson. “She’s also very wet,” he told Scott before sucking his finger clean.

Scott slapped Marc on the back, smiling widely. “Give the poor girl some relief. She deserves it.”

Cassie breathed a sigh of relief when Scott strolled away. “I do, you know.”

“I decide what you deserve and don’t, Cassie. And, right now, I think I’d like to see that pretty ass displayed over the spanking bench. Tell me something. Do you still scream when you come after being paddled?” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her off the stool and took her hand.

“I have a feeling we’re going to find out,” she muttered. With her free hand, Cassie attempted to close the open shirt, but Marc’s growled, “Leave it,” stayed her hand and made her wonder if the man had eyes in the back of his head.

When they reached the hip high padded bench, Marc slipped the shirt off her shoulders and urged her down. Legs straight, Cassie lay prone on the bench feeling vulnerable and exposed as he spread her legs further and cuffed her ankles in place. When his large, warm, calloused hands slid up her calves and thighs she relaxed somewhat and when his lips skimmed over her buttocks and his tongue licked her slowly from her anus to her pussy, she shivered with renewed desire and anticipation.

Marc rose and braced himself over her back, enveloping her small, shaking body with his. “Easy, darlin’,” he soothed her softly. “You’ve done this before.” His hands arranged her breasts on either side of the narrower end of the bench so they hung down like small ripe fruits ready to be picked. “And, if my memory serves correctly, you liked being taken this way.” Grabbing her right wrist, he kissed her clenched fist then drew her arm down and attached the cuff before doing the same to her left. “There. Restrained, spread and open for my use. How do you feel?”

“Scared, excited, exposed,” Cassie answered honestly, not sure which emotion was strongest. There weren’t that many people in the club, less than twenty, but she had recognized a few more faces other than Scott’s from town, which made her feelings of vulnerability even worse.

“I’m proud of you for being so honest. Let’s see if I can take your mind off everything except me.”

Cassie felt cold when he lifted away from her, then shuddered with expected heat as he lifted a paddle off the wall and walked behind her. The first swat made her cry out more in surprise than pain, but his hand caressing the area he had just abused made her moan with longing. “Sir, please…” She pushed back into his hand, glad he hadn’t strapped her hips down.

“I do love hearing you beg.” Marc smacked her other cheek, then caressed the bright red spot before slapping her again, a little harder. He set up a steady pattern of swat, caress, swat, caress, alternating between her buttocks, until she was crying out softly with each one and her hips were greeting each stroke with an enticing lift and wiggle.

By the time Cassie’s ass felt hot and swollen, so did her pussy and her need for an orgasm outweighed her concern over her exposure. “Master, please, I need to come,” she sobbed as he landed a particularly hard blow in the middle of her ass.

“Not yet, darlin’.” Marc peppered her buttocks with a few softer strokes then softly ran his palm over the warm reddened flesh. “You look beautiful, all red and hot.” He squeezed her right buttock, smiling when she whimpered and rubbed against his hand. “And down here,” he said, moving his hand between her spread cheeks to cover her pussy, “All warm, and wet and soft.” His fingers softly traced her damp folds, lightly dipped between them, then moved up to caress then slip into her tight back hole.

Cassie gasped as he sank two damp fingers into her rectum and closed her eyes as he stimulated the sensitive nerve endings. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as he stroked deep inside her, making her arch against him and bite her lip against the pleasure/pain he was inducing. She actually moaned in regret when he pulled out of her then gasped in pleasure when she felt his lips on her buttocks. Using his lips, tongue and teeth, he covered every inch of her ass before moving down her crack, tonguing her asshole then licking her sheath.

Lost in a sea of pleasure, she could do nothing but lie there and enjoy the attention. All his concentration was on her pussy and ass, his mouth kissed, nipped and licked every inch of her flesh while his fingers explored her vagina, her anus and everywhere in between. He brought her to the brink of orgasm repeatedly only to pull back before she could go over until she was sobbing her frustration incoherently.

Marc smiled as he leaned over her again and kissed her, his hands cupping her dangling breasts as he ground his jean covered cock against her ass. “There are several people watching us. And now, they’re going to see me take your ass. That’s something we didn’t get around to doing last time.” Marc wiped the tears of frustration from her cheek before pulling back.

Cassie was so turned on, so in need of an orgasm, she didn’t care who was watching. The thought of him taking her ass for the first time in front of an audience didn’t lessen her desire in the least. Tomorrow she would be mortified, tonight she would bask in his possession. When he spread her buttocks and lubed her rectum with two fingers, she shuddered with longing and ached to feel him inside her.

After covering himself with a condom, Marc spread her buttocks further and rubbed the head of his lubed cock against her puckered tight hole. “Breathe out as I push in. It’ll make it easier.”

Cassie took a breath as he pushed slowly into her virgin hole then exhaled quickly as he slid slowly inside her. It hurt and she gasped, but his hands kneading her ass and his low, soothing voice helped her relax until the pain eased and pleasure filled her. His cock stretched her wide and filled her completely. She felt his balls bounce against her pussy, which excited her further.

When Marc felt her relax, he slowly pulled back about half way then filled her again, loving the tight clasp of her ass and soft, warm feel of her cheeks against his hips. Again, he pulled back slowly, allowing her to get used to the feel of him, before pushing back in. In less time than he had anticipated, she was lifting up, accepting his invasion, her pleas giving him permission to up the pace.

“Does that feel good, Cassie? Do you like having me in your ass?” he asked harshly, perspiration coating his skin as he tried to rein in his lust.

“Yes, Master, oh, yes. More please, more.” Cassie wasn’t sure what she was begging for, what she needed, but she trusted Marc to know and take care of that need.

“That’s what I needed to hear.” Without further ado, Marc set up a harder pace, withdrawing almost completely before shoving deeply back in, his thrusts increasing in speed as her cries echoed around them. Reaching under her, he found her clit easily and pinched it between two fingers as he reamed her ass with deep hard strokes. “Come for me, Cassie. Come now,” he ordered harshly.

Cassie screamed as she splintered apart, the kaleidoscope of sensations so encompassing she felt her vision go black and was vaguely aware of the bench shifting as Marc’s thrusts increased. Lost in a vortex of explosive pleasure, she barely heard Marc’s shout, but she felt every jerk of his cock in her ass as he joined her in this shocking bliss.

Cassie kneaded the bread dough with strong squeezes, loving the feel of the soft, moist concoction in her hands. Humming lightly, she basked in the work she loved and in the erotic memories of the previous night. She woke this morning with a sore anus, a vivid reminder of Marc’s possession and the ultimate pleasure she derided from it. She had had sex in public before, both with Marc and with Master Greg, but she had never had anal sex before, with anyone. She had always enjoyed anal play and the toys both Marc and Greg had introduced her to, but she had never taken it any further. She felt it was only right and fitting that Marc be the one to finally breach that last virgin orifice.

Her buttocks clenched as she recalled the foreplay, both the pain and pleasure of it, that had been instrumental in helping her lower her inhibitions and relax enough to trust Marc with not only her body but her feelings. He had kept her close to his side the rest of the night, first as they socialized with their guests and then later as she lay spooned against him all night. Surely she had proven by now that she was here to stay, that she was through running from him and his domination? She didn’t know what more she could do to prove she was willing to not only accept, but embrace his lifestyle.