His Desire, Her Surrender (16 page)

"Yes, Sir. One, Sir." Tabitha's thighs parted instinctively; she pressed them back together.

Marcus slapped her ass on the other cheek. The outline of his hand appeared on her skin and faded.

"Two, Sir." Tabitha arched her back, stretching, and returned to her position.

Marcus struck her again, molding his hand to her curves.

"Three, Sir." Tabitha tightened inside and released.

He spanked her twice in quick succession and let his hand remain, resting.

"Four, Sir. Five, Sir."

Marcus rested his hand against her. "Where are we?"

Had they reached her limit? Not yet. "Green, Sir."

Marcus's palm struck her again.

Tabitha's breath rushed out. "Six, Sir."

His hand landed again and bounced off.

"Seven, Sir." Tabitha struggled to relax the muscles of her backside.

Marcus spanked her, harder.

Tabitha fidgeted. "Eight, Sir."

Marcus waited before placing one hard smack on each cheek, producing hand imprints that lingered.

"Nine, Sir. Ten, Sir." Tabitha's awareness floated free while her thoughts raced through the maze of her mind.

Marcus ran his hands over her heated skin, soothing. His lips touched her exposed flesh with a kiss.

Tabitha twitched inside, on the verge of orgasm. Marcus had taken her farther than ever before. Pride surged through her. She'd given him everything he'd asked for willingly. Everything.

Marcus whispered into her ear, "Do you surrender?"

"I do, Sir. I surrender …." All her internal barriers collapsed, liberating her from all constraints. She offered herself to Marcus without reservation.

"You're mine. You're
mine
now."

His low rumbling words echoed through her and Tabitha fell over the edge, coming inside. She held herself rigid, her movements barely perceptible.

Marcus opened a black bag on the table and extracted the collar he had chosen. The design incorporated thin silver strands, twisted ornately to form an intricate pattern.

Marcus held the collar before Tabitha. "Do you need this collar?" His husky voice contained the merest hint of strain.

Tabitha didn't hesitate. "Yes, Sir. Please. I need your collar." Her words spilled from her heart.

"Then you shall have it." Marcus fastened the collar around her neck and snapped it closed.

Approving hums and whispers were audible. Marcus released her skirt from the clothespin and smoothed it back into place. He unfastened the cuffs from the bench and turned Tabitha into his arms.

They stood there, silently, embracing. After a moment, Marcus removed the handcuffs from Tabitha's wrists and guided her offstage and out of the club.

*****

Marcus pulled Tabitha from the car, eager to reach the privacy of his apartment. He waved to the doorman as they passed and hurried into the elevator. As the doors closed, he turned her back toward the wall of the elevator, crushing her against the hard surface as he ravaged her mouth. His hands roamed freely, pulling the garments from her body. He opened his pants and guided his erection between her legs.

Desperate need wrung his words from him. "I can't wait."

Trapped in the same tempest, Tabitha whispered, "It's okay. You don't have to. I'm ready."

Marcus plunged inside. With powerful thrusts, he took her against the hard surface of the wall until they both shuddered in satisfaction. He breathed heavily against her. "You were so sexy. I wanted to take you right there in the club. I thought I would burst."

"It was hot, wasn't it? I was surprised how aroused I became. I thought doing it in front of others would dampen that, but it didn't. It was exciting, knowing they were all watching."

The elevator doors opened and they stumbled into the apartment. A trail of discarded clothing marked the path to the bedroom.

"Lie down. I'm going to get something for your rear." Marcus returned with a bottle.

Tabitha rolled to her stomach. She had to admit, now that the initial excitement and arousal had passed, a residual sting remained.

Marcus poured oil into his palm. "This is vitamin E oil. It might help." With care, he massaged her still-pink ass cheeks. Marcus's ministrations soothed the lingering ache in her backside. His fingers returned to her, slick with oil. He parted her thighs and reached between, searching with his fingertips. When his slippery fingers found their target, Marcus didn't hesitate.

Tabitha arched against his hand, urging him to touch her.

Marcus captured her sensitive flesh between his fingers, tugging.

Tabitha vibrated with a slow-building orgasm.

Marcus wrapped one arm around her, lifting her to her knees. He slid in with a single motion, and she bucked underneath him.

Tabitha's head snapped back. "Marcus, I don't think I can. I'm past my limit."

"I can prove you wrong." He lowered the intensity. He held back, stroking deep and slow. He stoked their desire with an unhurried pace, content to let it build.

Time stretched and her focus narrowed. All Tabitha was conscious of was Marcus behind her, filling her, pushing her toward a pinnacle she didn't know existed. When she reached it, tingling bursts of pleasure flamed through her body. Marcus held her as she shook and followed him into that place where only mindless sensuality dwells.

Hours later, as they lay in bed, replete, Marcus stirred. "Tabitha."

"Mmm?"

"I have something else I'd like you to wear."

Tabitha opened one eye. "You do? I told you that labia tag was out, didn't I?"

"Very funny. I'm being serious."

Tabitha shook off her sleep. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry."

"It's a sort of collar."

Tabitha gestured toward her silver collar. "I already have a collar."

"It's not for the neck." Marcus extracted a jewelry box from the side drawer. He flipped it open to reveal a beautiful ring, its band made of fine strands of twisted silver that mimicked the collar on her neck.

A desperate hope paralyzed her tongue.

Marcus removed the ring from the box. "Marry me. Be mine in every way."

Elation bloomed in her chest. "Are you sure?"

"Completely. I want the whole thing, kids, dog, and white picket fence, and I want it with you. You're perfect for me and I love you."

Tabitha beamed. "Finally. Isn't that last bit the most important reason?"

"Yes, and …?"

"I love you, too, Marcus. You give me things I didn't even know I needed. Nothing would make me happier than to be your wife."

Marcus slipped the ring onto her finger.

"It's gorgeous. I love it. I love you." She leaned in for a kiss.

Marcus took her lips. "You won't turn into one of those bridezillas, will you?"

Tabitha laughed. "I don't think so, but if I do, you know just how to handle it."

Marcus swatted her on the bottom and they rolled into the twisted covers of the bed.

*THE END*

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Mia crossed to Rogan and grasped his outstretched fingers. He gathered her to him and encircled her with his arms. His fingers caressed her back and then moved lower to her ass. He cupped the twin cheeks with his hands as he bent his head to her neck. He bit her, not hard but enough to cause a tiny prick of pain. Mia clutched his shoulders as her knees gave way.

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