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Marco laid me on the bed much more gently than I would have expected from him. He hovered over me, and his lips removed themselves from my own.
“Fuck,” I yelled. Marco’s tongue left my mouth and went right to my nipples. I felt him smile against my skin as he sucked my right nipple into his mouth. The suction of his mouth caused me to pant in desire.
Marco licked and sucked the skin around my nipple as he worried the tip of it with his teeth. He couldn’t have been at it for more than a minute, but by the time he pulled himself away, I was panting and soaked.
My hands reached out and trailed down his pecs. Marco was all muscle. His body was lean and cut as if he were made out of an olive colored marble. My fingers pressed into those muscles as I slid my hands down his sweatpants.
He let me explore for just a moment before he snagged my wrists in his hand. My eyes widened at the action as he hefted my arms over my head. “What are you doing?” I asked. I tried to sit up, but his weight was pressing me into the bed.
“Keep your hands above your head,” he ordered.
I was horny as fuck, but I wasn’t going to give up control. Not in this. “Don’t order me around,” I bit back. “I’m not into that.”
Marcos snorted. “That’s bullshit,” he told me. He slid his free hand down my body towards the junction of my thighs. “You want me to take control. You want someone to wrest that power away from you.” His fingers reached my clit, and I nearly screamed as he circled the tip.
“That’s a lot of moisture for someone who isn’t into being dominated.”
He circled a little firmer, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. Marco knew exactly how to play my body, and he was using that to his advantage.
“Now,” he slid his index finger between my slit. “Keep your hands above your head, and I’ll give you what you are craving.”
For a moment, I wanted to slam my legs closed and push him away. I needed Marco not to win for once. He’d killed someone. He'd done something wrong and bad, yet I was the one paying for it.
But as he played with me, his fingers never staying in one place for too long, I didn’t care. I wanted the orgasm that I knew was coming. I wanted it badly.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” Marco asked. I looked at him, and I knew he was doing this on purpose. The tip of his finger pressed inside of me just enough for my insides to try and grip him, but not enough to derive too much pleasure from the action.
He pressed forward a little more. “Ivy?” I groaned at the feeling of his finger inside of me. My body was on fire, and I was breathing heavily. “Are you going to be good? Are you going to obey me?”
I got the sense that he was asking about more than just the sex, but I didn’t care. I was practically mindless in my search for an orgasm, and I would have agreed to almost anything at that point.
So, biting my lip, I nodded.
But that wasn’t enough. I’d made Marco wait for an answer, and he was going to punish me for it.
“Say it. Tell me.”
One finger was inside of me, but it wasn’t enough. There was no friction. Just an unfulfilling fullness.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Fine. I’ll be good.”
Marco smirked. It was the only warning I had before he let loose, and when he did, I worried about what I might have agreed to.
