Marcus: A Black Lily Club Story (4 page)

She trembles in her craving of release. It’s a magnificent sight to behold, but we need to go further than restraints tonight. Going to the dresser, I pull out a set of nipples clamps and a deerskin flogger. Tonight is about pushing her boundaries. Jasmine’s breathing has returned to normal when I sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to put few decorations on you now.” My voice, sounding calmer than I am.

I lean over her, taking a nipple back into my mouth, I suck it into a tight little nub. Once it has tensed to attention I slip the clamp around it, sliding the edges up until she grimaces. Then loosen it just a little. I don’t want her in intolerable pain, but wanting her nipples in a constant state of stimulation. The same treatment goes to the other nipple, she groans under the on slot of sensation. Her breath quickens, each ragged intake causing the twinkling of the bells on the end of the clamps. A sheen of sweat breaks out across her body, causing her to glow in the dim room light. The smell of her arousal permeates my senses. I watch as she adjusts to the new sensations, the flush of arousal creeping over her skin.

I run the flogger softly over her legs and belly, enjoying the way she trembles under the touch. Not out of fear, I would smell that. She writhes on the bed, searching for the next touch, it’s a beautiful sight. I bring the flogger down harder across her thighs. She gasps, but doesn’t retract from the touch. Her slit dripping with her juices. I flog her again this time across her breast. A moan breaks from her throat as she arches towards me. The twinkling of the bells and her gasping breathe the only sounds in the room. Reaching into the bedside drawer I pull out the small vibrator I place it in her pussy, turning it one and continue to flog her across her breasts. The reddened welts rising across her olive skin cause my shaft to strain against my jeans.

I strike her harder with the flogger until she is covered in welts from her breasts to the tops of her thighs. Goosebumps break out on her; she is shaking in her need. She continues to toss her head back and forth on the pillow, her pleading erratic.

I reach down and stroke her clit. Her pussy clenches on the vibrator, her moan strokes me all the way to my balls. She is on the edge. I work her clit in small circles, her body tightens as her pussy spasms on the vibrator. Her pussy gushing it’s juices seeping down her thighs as she comes. I free my aching cock. Pulling the vibrator from her, I slam myself deep in her rippling passage. I bury myself balls deep in her slick hot channel, pinching her clit, sending her spiraling into another quivering orgasm.

“Oh God, Marcus, please, I need…” Her voice trailing off as I pull out and ram home again.

Her pussy brands me, coating me in her juices. Her body quakes in hunger. I jerk the nipple clamps off, pushing her breasts together, sucking the swollen buds into my mouth. She’s almost there again, her pussy gripping my cock. I grasp her hips slamming into her over and over. I sit up and lean back, pulling her hips off the bed as far as the restraints allow, every thrust stroking across her g-spot.

Jasmine screams my name, the words slipping from her swollen lips in a melodic chant. Her orgasm breaks loose, her body milks my cock, ripping my own orgasm from my balls. I have no control of it. I bury my cock as far as it will go in her slick hot hole and slide my fangs into her neck, as I pump my seed into her pulsating pussy. I pull and suck her blood into me as my bite sends her into another body trembling orgasm. As she goes limp in my arms, I gently removing my fangs from her neck, licking the wounds closed. My soul aches with the need to claim her, to be with her.

I remove her blindfold and restraints, covering her with the comforter from the bed.

“I’ll be right back.” I tuck her gently under the covers.

She smiles in return. I slip into the bathroom to clean myself off. I return to find her sleeping peacefully in my bed. She looks at home there. Her chestnut hair contrasted against the light tan of the sheets. I gently wipe the sweat from her brow and kiss her cheek. She sighs.

I slip out the window and head silently to the damp ghetto in town. This is my favorite hunting ground, full of despair and hopelessness. They should be grateful I dispose of the waste of this city. I focus my hearing, honing in on the steady heartbeat of dinner. It won’t be steady for long. I stalk off into the night, chasing my prey, the only way to sate the beast.

Chapter 4

The sunlight streaming in the half closed windows draws me from my slumber, recalling the night before I reach for Marcus, only to find the bed empty and cold. There’s no impression that he has been in the bed any time recently. A little put out by the fact I’ve woken in a strange bed alone. I spy a piece of paper on the bedside table. After reading the hand penned note he left for me, I feel better. Being a business owner myself, I understand that things come up that need to be dealt with. I make my way to the bathroom, discovering an array of feminine bath products on the counter, with another note. My heart warms at his thoughtfulness. He picked out an array of scents, telling me to use anything that pleases me. Dare I say that I love him? Is it too soon to admit he’s perfect? He is so thoughtful and caring. Yes a demanding lover, but I find myself drawn to that side of him, willing to submit to his desires. Happy with my realization, I smile to know one, but myself, I draw a hot bath and use the dark kiss bath salts and soap. It reminds me of Marcus, a mysteriously rich and heady scent.

After finishing my shower and drinking the hot coffee from the carafe in the kitchen, I head down the elevator. The driver from last night greets me, as the doors ping open.

“Good morning Miss Jasmine. Where would you like to go today?” He tips his hat smiling fully.

“I just need to go home sir. Thank you.”

“No need to call me 'sir', Miss. The name’s Gregory.” He opens the door to the back.

I slide in smiling at the portly older gentleman. His graying hair poking sporadically out from under the driver’s hat. His soft blue eyes shine with genuine warmth, behind his wire-rimmed glasses.

“Thank you Gregory, please just call me Jasmine.” I settle into the limo seat for the short drive across town to my house. Only needing to go home, to work on orders and other things for my business.

After checking the voice mail messages, nothing important there, I pack the orders for shipment today. I need to post the shop schedule at the store for the week. Not knowing when I’ll see Marcus again, makes my heart twinge with loss. I quickly finish my work business, feeling claustrophobic alone in my house. I think a shopping trip is in order before next weekend. I want something a little sexy and submissive just for him, wanting to surprise him, as much as he has me this weekend. My heart aches for his presence, my soul weeps for the comfort he provides, I can’t believe how much I’ve come to crave him in such a short amount of time. I love him, the house feels too small, too confined, needing to get out, I shut the computer down and grab my purse. Heading out to the lingerie shop in town, not sure what I’m going to buy, but I have a few ideas on what I want. I wander around the shop a while until I’m captivated by the perfect ensemble. I purchase the whole set, excitement warms my cheeks.. Marcus has given me so much, allowing me to truly be myself in such a little amount of time. The least I can do, for him, is set up a surprise.

The sunlight warms my skin as I stroll along the concrete walkways. The birds are singing and the smell of just blooming flowers fills my head. Kids running and laughing match my happy mood. I turn the corner and head up the alley to my house. My footsteps echo off the tall buildings on either side. A screeching cat runs from behind the dumpster, launching my heart into my throat. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, swiveling around I look to see if anyone is following me. I’m alone in the alley, but that prickling feeling won’t go away. I quicken my pace, never slowing down until I get inside my house and lock the door. I check all the windows and lock them too. The street outside looks peaceful and serene, but I feel something lurking out there.

After a quick dinner of sandwiches and reheated coffee, I run a bath nice and hot with vanilla bath beads. Sinking into the garden tub, I re-evaluate my feelings about the past weekend. The only word that comes to mind is amazing. I know he has only taught me a little of the lifestyle and I’m thrilled at the ability he has to play my body and my soul. Ready for him whenever he wishes, he only needs to look at me and my wetness drips onto my thighs. Just thinking about him makes my pussy clench with the need to be filled. I never thought love could hit you this fast, this hard. I’m truly in love with him and I don’t want to be without him ever. I’ve never felt so free and powerful as I do with him. Never before did I understand the allure from Dominance and Submission. I just thought it was tying people up, the power play and the heights of pleasure to be reached didn’t come to mind.

The knock at the door startles me back to reality. I wasn’t expecting company. I jump out of the tub throw throwing my bathrobe on and head down the steps to the front door. I peer out the peephole; there stands Marcus in all his glory. My body heats just at the site of him. I open the door and the scent of him fills my senses, leather and sandalwood.

“Hi. Marcus. Please come in. Can I get you anything?”
Drink, directions to my bedroom?

“Hello. Jasmine, am I interrupting anything?” He looks me up and down from top to bottom and every inch of my body awaken with hunger for him, just from a glance. I’m in trouble.

“No, I was just finishing up.” I motion him inside.

We head in the living room sitting on the sofa. His leg brushes against my knee when we sit and the heat from his body through his leather pants scalds me, making me want to remove the barrier between us.

“I wanted to see you tonight. I want to see what you thought about the weekend and if you want to continue with your training?” His voice courses through my senses like a bolt of electricity. My brain ceases to form a rational thought. I’m sure he asked a question. All I can think about is running my hands over the smooth expanse of his chest, down across his flat stomach, and into the band of his pants.

“Um, Uh, Yeah…” Heat flames my face. I’m stammering now like a blubbering fool. “I really enjoyed the weekend.” I manage to spit out. “I am definitely interested in learning more from you.”

I want to add that part at the end just to make sure he understands that it’s him, not just the lifestyle I need.

“I’m glad to hear that. Things are going to get a lot more intense for you this week. I want you to learn about servicing me and obeying my commands sexually.”

“I’m willing to let you teach me, I have had a great time learning so far.” I am ready for more. I want him to teach me.

“I can be demanding and rough. I need you to be sure you are ready for this.”

He looks gorgeous sitting on my couch, commanding attention by his presence alone. I’m willing to fall to my knees right now and service anything he wants. I don’t think it is possible for me to deny him anything.

“I’m sure, Marcus, I want to learn everything you have to teach me.”

He smiles now. That dangerous one that turns my body to a pool of wanton lust, his pupils dilate with arousal. My agreement to submit to him, to learn from him, excites him. I feel powerful and sexy. This exquisite man is excited because of me.

He stands up and extends his hand to me. I take it and he pulls me to a standing position. He unties my bathrobe sliding it off my shoulder. He leans towards me I feel his breath as it brushes across my cheek. He feathers kisses on my lips, as his hands move down my arms to my wrists. He pulls my arms behind my back holding them captive in one strong hand. The other he uses to pull and twist my nipples, alternating back and forth until they are hard and sensitive.

“Are you wet for me Jasmine?” His hand slides down my ribcage, towards my waiting pussy.

“Yes.”

There is no point in denying it. I’m dripping for him. I have been since I looked out the peephole and saw him standing on my porch.

He runs his fingers over my pussy lips spreading the wetness around, never touching my clit. The slow torturous exploration, causing a nagging sensation of misery to surge through my system.

He removes his hand, without fulfilling my need. I’m unable to quiet the groan of frustration that passes my lips. He smacks me right across my ass cheek.

“No complaining. You only come when I say you can. Tonight you are going to make me come.”

My ass is on fire where he smacked me and the warmth radiates straight to my pussy. I can’t believe how much a smack on my ass adds to my arousal.

“Yes, Marcus, whatever you wish.”

“I wish for you to start calling me Sir or Master during our sexual encounters, it will keep you in the submissive role better.” He flashes his devilish smile at me.

“Yes Sir.” I will do anything to keep him happy. I’m too turned on to deny him anything.

“Good. Now I want you on your knees.” He unzips his pants as I kneel and fists his cock at my lips. “Now take me in your mouth.”

I lean forward taking his cock into my mouth. It’s like velvet steel, hard, but the skin is soft. I swirl my tongue around the head and swallow him to the back of my throat. I continue to work my tongue back and forth over the ridge on the head of his cock with each pass I make. He twines his fingers through my hair, thrusting his cock into my mouth. He pushes himself into me. He takes my breath away. I try to pull back, but he holds me there by my hair.

“Don’t fight me Jasmine, relax your throat and let me in.”

I try to do as he says. I gag and my eyes start to water. He is fucking my mouth now, pulling my hair and pumping his cock in, out, harder, and faster.

“Just open your mouth, hold it open.” He yanks hard on my hair, my scalp burning from the abuse.

I do. Tears leaking from my eyes, as he thrusts into the back of my throat. I feel his cock swell, as he pumps his seed into my mouth. I struggle to swallow it all. I’m in awe at how turned on I am right now. I have never had anyone fuck my mouth before, but for him I’m thrilled it pleased him enough to cum in my mouth. My thighs are soaked with my juices and I’m trembling with the need to come.

“Very good Jasmine, would you like to come now?” He places his cock back in his pants.

“Yes Sir.” I look up at him, the tears still leaking from my eyes, remembering what he asked me to call him. His smile tells me it pleases him I remember.

“Very well, lie back on the couch, put your hands behind your head and leave them there. If you move them, even one time, I’ll stop what I’m doing. You will not come until the next time I see you, is that clear?”

“Yes Sir.” I scurry to the couch and lay down placing my hands behind my head.

He positions himself between my legs running his hands down my thighs to my knees. He bends my knees spreading my legs wide. He leans over, kissing my belly button, dipping his tongue inside. Marcus licks a trail to my pussy. His hot breath floats across my soaking core. The heated flesh cools as he blows on it. Goosebumps break out along my body. He hasn’t touched me yet and I’m aching worse now than before. I thrust my hips up trying to get him to touch me. Smack. Right across my pussy, I almost came right then. I feel all the blood rush to my slit, the wetness seep out of me.

“No rushing me. I’ll get there when I’m ready.” His voice stern, commanding.

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry. I just need. Please, Sir.” I’m begging now. I know I am. I can’t help it. I have never felt this desperate, this needy before.

He smiles flashing perfectly white teeth, his eyes flash an ominous amber glow. He leans down and licks my slit. I about jump off the couch, but catch myself remembering the directions. He licks me, from bottom to top. Long slow licks, avoiding my clit. I’m moaning uncontrollably now. My body trembling, I’m not sure how much more of this my body can take. He works his way to my clit. The gently kiss he places on it, not nearly enough pressure for me to come. I thrust my hips against his tongue reaching for that pinnacle that’s out of reach. Smack. Right across my pussy again, that’s all it took. I come shaking and screaming on the couch, the spasms rocking my body are like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Gasping for breath, I grab onto his forearms with my hands trying to ground myself. I’m flying, I know it. If I don’t hold on I’m going to float away.

“Jasmine.” He sounds serious. I look up into his face and he doesn’t look pleased. “I didn’t give you permission to come. As delightful it is to know pain can make you come. You didn’t ask. I didn’t tell you to cum. You broke the rules. There will be punishment for that infraction.”

“Oh my God, Marcus I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t stop it.” I let go of his forearms, folding my arms back behind my head.

I’m trying to rationalize. I knew at dinner what would happen if I didn’t follow the rules, there would be punishment for misbehavior, rewards for following orders.

“No excuses. Come here.” He moves to a sitting position on the couch and pats his lap.

I know what happens now. I go willingly, accept my punishment, it will be easier, or I can fight him making it worse. I’m hoping he will go easy on me since it’s my first punishment. His face, an unreadable mask.

I lay myself on his lap, opting to cooperate, still holding out hope he’ll go easy on me.

“How many swats do you think you deserve?”

“Five.” I stare at my carpet, shame clouding my vision. I hope he agrees to so few swats.

“I think ten sounds more reasonable. That way you will remember what punishment feels like and try harder to follow the rules.” He runs his hand over my ass cheeks.