The view presented before him causes a growl to sound in the room, and his hands palm my ass. His thumbs trace my panty line all the way from the outside of my hips until he’s teasing a touch along my outer pussy lips. The teasing is pure torture, and I know he’s just getting started.
My whimper spurs him on, and he inches the fabric of my panties over my ass and down my legs. “I can’t have these in the way for what I have in mind.” His hands touch every bit of my skin as they travel down, and his lips follow up with a second round. Once my panties are removed and he’s had his fill of worshiping me with kisses, he kneels behind me.
His hands rub my ass and continue up my spine, pushing my dress farther out of his way. The feather-light touches he gives as his hands caress my body, sends goosebumps prickling along my skin. “You ready for your punishment? You may respond with a yes, or no Sir.” A chill runs up my spine, but my pussy clenches like she enjoys the sound of his punishment.
“Yes, Sir.” My words are breathy and said on a moan. I can’t see him at all, but somehow, I feel the smile on his face. His thumbs rub back and forth as he cups my ass.
A slap lands on my right cheek, and the surprise causes me to squeak. He continues his rubbing. “Shall I tell you what your punishment is for?”
Why does his voice sound like it’s dripping with sex? He’s dragging my deepest desires to my surface, ones I didn’t even know existed. “Yes, Sir.”
“For starters, you were such a naughty little thing when you ran off on us. Causing all kinds of mayhem and making all five of your mates panic.” This time, the sting is delivered to my left cheek, then right, left, right, ending on the left once more. Five slaps, one for each mate I caused to panic. My ass feels warm, the sting barely registering as Marcus rubs his hands over the marks.
“There. That’s better. Now we need to address how you rejected one of your mates.” I let out a sound of objection as he continues on, “I know you thought your mate rejected you first, and that I was him. But it doesn’t change the facts of the situation.”
The slap on my ass wasn’t expected, his soothing rubbing having lulled me into a sense of safety. I lose count of the spanks. I just know my pussy is dripping with wetness running down my thighs as my ass lights on fire. My clit pulses in time with the throb of pain on my ass, like the two are connected. One pain, one pleasure. When he stops, his crotch brushes against my ass. The scrape of fabric irritates my sensitive skin, but the straining bulge pressed against my pussy makes me whimper with need.
“I know we’re firmly on the other side of you ever rejecting one of your mates again, however, the punishment still had to be delivered. Now, the question we’re left with... Do you swear to never again cause your mates to panic by disappearing on us without one of them knowing about your plans?” His words are a bit rushed and strained. I imagine it’s because he’s ready to be past the punishment stage of our night.
Running his words through my mind, I recognize the allowance in them. I can still play my pranks as long as I’m fully protected by one mate fully aware of what I’m up to. It’s something I can agree to, so I say, “Yes, Sir.” Although, at this point, I would probably agree to anything if it meant he would play with my pussy.
A sigh of relief is expelled from Marcus, and he tips me over so I roll onto my back. I gaze up at him through hooded eyes. The lust is evident not just on his face, but in his pants too. I’m surprised the fabric hasn’t ripped yet, with his cock fighting to get free. He inspects my body laid out on the bed below him, until his eyes become fixated on my wet thighs glistening from the moonlight entering through the uncovered windows.
“Spread your legs, baby. Let me see how wet you are.” Fuck, I love how he’s watching me right now. His gaze devours me, like he hasn’t eaten in days, and I’m to be his first meal. He hasn’t even penetrated me yet, but the bond between us has grown exponentially. His hand reaches out and swipes a finger along the wetness on my thigh, then he brings the finger to his mouth to taste me once again.
I beg him with my eyes to allow me to speak freely. Or at the very least to allow me mobility. The desire coursing through me has everything straining to be touched. I need some kind of relief before my body explodes. He just shakes his head, denying my request.
What does a girl have to do over here to get her mate to fuck her?Marcus finally reaches for my dress and whips it over my head as I sit up to help him. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything about my moving without explicit permission. My dress tangles with my bound hands and he just leaves it there. Next, his right hand reaches behind him, and his shirt pulls up and over his head.
My mouth drools at having all of his perfectly sculpted muscles on display before me. I wish I could lick each and every dip, crevice, and line. Why won’t he just let me have him? I let out a sound I’m not sure I could describe. The only thing I know is it perfectly encapsulates my aggravation, desire, and how thoroughly at my wit’s end I am.
The wince crossing Marcus’ face is so quick, I wouldn’t have seen it if I wasn’t already watching him. The expression is replaced with his own frustration of holding himself back. His hands trail down his chest and abs, robbing me of the action I want to do myself. His teasing continues until his thumbs hook into his pants right where his button is. I’m riveted watching, waiting, wishing for him to push the button through and unzip his pants.
Finally, he takes his pants off, ever so slowly. His hard length pushes at his boxers, making them tent. My muscles shake with the strain I’m putting forth to hold myself back. If this lasts much longer, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands. “Son of a bitch, I can’t take this any longer,” Marcus grunts out, and a second later, his boxers are gone and he’s laying next to me.
Fuck, yes! Finally! His skin touching mine is the sensation I’ve been anticipating. He holds his weight over me, and knees my legs apart so he can fit between them. The heavy weight of his cock lands on my pussy and the warmth of it causes a pulsing throb in my clit. So close. His mouth latches onto a nipple and his hand glides over my stomach until it reaches my pussy and two fingers dip inside.
His poor substitute of a cock thrusts in and out a few times before a third finger is added. His touch curves up and the rhythmic thrusting hits right against my pleasure point. It doesn’t take long before I’m screaming out, spasming on his fingers. The moment my walls finish fluttering, his cock is notched at my opening.
“Are you ready, baby?” He’s peering into my eyes, seeking a closer connection. His soul reaches out to caress mine, and his hand lifts my leg to drape over his hip.
Fuck his rules on not talking. Before we complete the bond, I need him to know exactly how I feel about him. “I love you, Marcus. I’m sorry again for rejecting you at first, but I want you to know I love you with all that I am. I never want to know what a day without you feels like.”
His eyes soften, and he cups my cheek. “I love you too, Cecily. A part of me always has.” With his words, he begins to slide into me. He captures my lips in a toe-curling kiss as he takes things slow, so I can adjust to the girth of his cock. The stretch is divine and by the time he’s fully seated inside me, we’re both panting.
With a snap of his fingers, my hands are free, and he moans out, “Touch me, love. I want you completely wrapped around me.” My arms are gripping the muscles on his back and I lift my other leg to wrap around him as well.
We both moan as he thrusts. Utter pleasure fills my mind. It’s all I can think about as our bodies move in sync. His hands continue their exploration of my body, as our lips slant against each other. The both of us are completely hyped up over the extended amount of foreplay. Thrust after thrust has me notching higher and higher.
“Marcus, I’m so close. Please, please tell me you are too. I want us to finish together!” My plea causes him to speed up.
“Be a good girl, and come for me, Cecily.” His command has my whole body shuddering with the orgasm rushing through me. My pussy spasms around his slamming cock and he shouts out as his seed fills me up.
His movements come to a stop as he rests above me. Both of us gasping for air as our heart rates try to calm. When he moves to pull out, my arms and legs latch on and I whine out, “Nooo!” Marcus chuckles as he lovingly gazes at me. His hand wipes some sweaty hair off my brow.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. We have all night and a bed to ourselves. I’m not letting this time of having you to myself go to waste. Not for a single second. Let’s just rest for a few minutes and I’ll pound into you until you see the stars.” A fresh wave of wetness escapes me, along with his seed, causing his cock to twitch inside me.
No doubt about it, we’re going to have a long night with very little sleep.
