True Nature (15 page)

Chapter 23 HER

I turn the water off and pat my face dry. I'm gentle with the left side. I haven't really looked yet.

Just as I pull my hair back and turn towards the mirror, the door opens. I jump and gasp, dropping my hands to the counter to avoid falling forward into the sink.

Max is leaning against the doorway, just looking at me calmly, his arms crossed in front. The look on his face is unreadable...soft...but with an edge that sends warning shocks to my core again.

He doesn't say anything, only nods towards the mirror. I turn my head back, looking at him in reflection now.  I slowly raise my hands to my hair again, my eyes drawn to a small red mark on my cheekbone...almost the size of one of his fingers...and the start of a small bruise under my jawline. I'm a little puffy all over from crying, but especially on the left side.

I can't look away. I see Max move towards me, but I remain statue, only my eyes moving with him. He stands right behind me. His face in full view, his body outlining mine. He takes a deep breath, but doesn't say anything again.

Finally, he reaches forward and lowers my arms from behind. My hair falls to cover my jaw, but not the mark on my cheek. I swallow hard.

"Aren't you...Aren't you going to say something...say your sorry...?" My voice is extra high, shakey.

Max laughs once; it echoes on the marble. "No." I stare in disbelief into his eyes.

And slowly I realize that I didn't expect him to be sorry...maybe didn't even want him to be...at my core. I know he expects me to be the one who is ashamed. And I am. My mind is still reeling. But my heart has already decided.

He puts his hands slowly on my hips, not taking his eyes from mine in the mirror.

Chapter 24 HIM

She puts her hands over mine and I speak again, "No....keep them on the counter." She obeys quickly.

I rub my hands down her sides, reaching the end of her skirt and pushing it up around her waist. She is pushed forward with this motion and her ass arches up to me more. I put one arm around her front, forcing her hips up more, on tip-toe. She says nothing, but her eyes are very hungry.

With my other hand, I pull my own pants and boxers down, letting them fall to my ankles. She gasps as I yank her thong down next, it stops at her knees. I force them apart with my hand, the thong cutting into her legs.

Her pussy is dripping wet already, lips swollen and pulsing with her heartbeat. My slightest touch has her moaning and pressing herself into my fingers. I know I'm not going to be able to wait this time.

I shove into her as hard as I can, holding her hips up so she's almost off the floor. She falls forward, hands slapping the mirror to steady herself. Her moan is deep and animal, matching mine. She pushes back against the mirror, her moan not stopping. I know this deep is hurting her, but I keep her hips locked against me, pushing and pulling her with quick thrusts.  She's bucking as she cums. I let go of her hips and push into her one more time, cumming deep inside her.

I stay inside her, my hand on her back, panting with her. I can't see her face, her head down again, hands still on the mirror. She starts to shake. I slowly take my cock out of her, the feel of her shaking causing a rise again.

She turns around and is in my arms in one movement, crying hard against me. I hold her until she calms more. Finally, she lifts her face to mine.

"I love you." I kiss her cheeks, tasting the saltiness of her tears.

She sniffs. "I love you too, Max."

Chapter 25 HER

My wake up alarm goes off somewhere. I roll over, the weight of his arm sliding with me. I move one leg over the edge of the bed. He pulls me back into his side.

"No." He growls sleepily. "Stay."

I snuggle back for a second. "I have to get my phone..."

He just shakes his head, eyes still not open. "You have to stay right where you are." 

We lay like this for a little longer, before he growls again louder. "All right!...go shut that off!"

I laugh at him, eyes still not open, hands over his ears. I sit up and reach for the shirt I wore last night, now on the floor. He grabs my arm, startling me, "No shirt...you're coming right back here."

I smile as I stand up. "I have to pee..."

"You heard me...come right back here." He has a relaxed smile, turned on his side towards me, a sheet wrapped loosely around his waist. I can see his cock clearly outlined and stiff. After last night, even the slight sharpness in his voice makes my heart beat faster, though.

I hurry out to the hall, finding my purse and phone on the table. I shut off the alarm and turn back, catching sight of myself in the mirror.

My left cheek is a deeper red now. I turn my face to the side and can see the bruise under my jaw is also darker. And I have a small bruise on my thigh.

He's in the same position when I slowly walk back into the bedroom. He pats the bed next to him. But I stay just inside the doorway, my tits somewhat covered by my hair, my hands covering between my legs. I feel very exposed though.

In a small voice, "I should head home. I don't have any makeup here." I gesture quickly towards my face, but drop my hand back down just as fast. "And I need to get to the office early today."

He doesn't move, just stays staring at me with his head supported by his bent elbow. I start to walk towards the bathroom.

"Come here, Lucy." I stop in mid-stride. His voice has that more dangerous edge from last night. My stomach hurts from the need to pee mixing with that excitement in my pussy again. I turn around slowly and, letting out a shakey breath, I walk over to the edge of the bed just as slowly. I am in that movie again...except now I'm the one thing moving in slow motion.

He looks at the side of my face and pats the bed again. I sit. His hand is in slow motion too...reaching out and pulling me back into his side again. I'm stiff and not moving.

"We'll stay in bed today." He kisses the back of my head. I can feel his cock hard against me.

Again in a small voice, "I have to go to work..." I'm feeling so confused...seeing my face bruised made me afraid of him again...and made me feel...I don't even know...this other sensation...a hunger for him that makes me wet. I should be running out of here...but instead I feel his warmth and feel safer.

He kisses my head again. "We're playing hooky....You're not leaving." His tone is final, warning me not to say anything more.

"No one can see me like this," I whisper. I want him to say something about my face...about what he did to me...my anger and fear resurfacing. I move to face him, my body stretched out next to his, but leaving a space between us. I put my hands on his chest to keep him away. "Look at what you did to my face, Max..."

He looks into my eyes, like he's looking for something. "Watch your tone, Lucy." Damn...that instant pussy pulsing...what has happened to me?! I look down at my hands, unable to keep his stare, then back up pleading with my eyes for him to answer me.

He pushes my hair away from my face on the right side, but I can see him scrutinizing the left side again. The cheek mark is probably just visible to him from his angle.

"I think you're beautiful." His voice hasn't changed, the same even-toned, depth with a hint of warning.

I smile, then stop, then try again, nervous. "But...?"

"But nothing...I wanted to leave a mark on you." He agains looks like he's looking for something in my expression. I realize he's guaging my reactions and again feel a flutter in my stomach. He's so calm and in control and my head is so not in control right now.

"You...you meant...to give me a bruise?!" I'm completely stiff now, my hands cold on his chest.

"Yes." He covers my hands with his. I flinch away from his sudden movement and see him smile in response. "I wanted to leave you with a mark last night...as a reminder of what disobeying me will get you."

I stay stiff and quiet, unsure of what to do or say...hell, unsure of what I want to do or say!

Jump out of bed? Hit him and scratch his eyes out? Crawl into his arms and beg his forgiveness? Bury my head in his chest and cry again?

I can only manage a shuttering breath in and out. My head light again.

"Lucy." His voice brings me out of myself. I open my eyes. "I need you to understand. This is how it's going to be...from now on." He speaks slowly to me, like I'm a child he's teaching. I still have a hard time following his words...good thing I'm already lying down!

"Do you understand that?"

"Yes." It's a stuttered word, my whole body shaking with it. I want him to put his arms around me, to cover me with his warmth, but he doesn't move.

"Is that how you answer me?" Warning voice...fluttering stomach.

And I know that the hungry feeling for him has won against all my other sensible thoughts. I give in to what I need...him.

"Yes...Sir." And I am rewarded with his warmth.