Make Me, Sir

She wanted to touch him so badly she shook inside.

After stepping into the caged pool area, Marcus stopped in front of her. “You look much better, darlin’. How do you feel?”

“Good.” She clasped her hands together. You’re not a girlfriend, Gabi; you’re just a messed-up trainee he took pity on. “Uh, I’m ready to leave whenever you are.”

He tilted his head and gave her a quizzical look. In the morning light, his blue eyes appeared clearer than the cloudless sky above. “Are you now?”

When he ran his fingers down her jaw, her skin heated as if he were the sun. Unthinking, she rubbed her cheek against his palm and then flushed at acting like a starstruck teenager. “Don’t.” She took a step back. God, he was probably laughing at her.

The corners of his eyes definitely crinkled, but his gaze held heat, not laughter. “Does a sub get to say ‘don’t’?” How could a quiet voice sound so threatening?

Her mouth turned dry, and her heart skipped a beat. “No. No, Sir.”

“I thought not,” he said softly. “Hold your robe open for me, Gabrielle.”

The muggy heat of a Florida morning hadn’t changed, but with his command, the air itself thickened. Her fingers shook as she untied the belt and grasped the front, parting it. Exposing herself to his gaze.

“You have a beautiful body, little sub.” He cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palms, running his thumbs around tightening nipples.

She closed her eyes over the heady wash of sensation. His nearness, the warmth of his sure hands, the slight scrape of rougher skin over her nipples. Above all, more than anything, knowing it was his touch.

When his fingers stilled, she opened her eyes and saw him watching her carefully. “You look a little flushed, sugar. Maybe we should-”

If he said he wanted to eat breakfast now, she’d kill him. With a huff of exasperation, she abandoned the robe and grasped his hands, pressing them harder against her breasts. “More.”

His eyes cooled, and he pulled his hands out from under hers.

Her heart shrank. Couldn’t she do anything right? “I’m sorry, Sir.” Lowering her arms, she bowed her head, wishing she could sink down into the concrete.

To her surprise, he chuckled and put his arms around her. “It’s all right, darlin’. I do sometimes forget you’re still new to this. And we’re new to each other.”

The wave of relief shook her. After a second, she clasped her arms around his waist and burrowed a little closer. “I didn’t know how to tell you I…I wasn’t flushed because of the heat. I wanted to continue-but not if you don’t want to,” she added hastily.

He kissed the top of her head. “As it happens, I do know the difference between an overheated sub and an aroused one,” he said mildly. “As for me wanting to…” His hands curved under her bottom and slid her pussy up and down a very hard erection.

Oh. Well. She didn’t get time to feel stupid. As his hands massaged her butt, he tilted her hips so her clit contacted the base of his cock. Her breasts flattened against his bare chest, and the heat inside her flared to life. “Um.”

His laugh ruffled her hair. “I think you’re flushed again, Gabi. Go get in the pool.” He pinched her bottom.

She stared at him in disbelief. “You want me to cool off?”

His chin raised, and the stern look he gave her knocked all the air from her lungs. She flung her robe over a lounge chair and hurried to the shallow end.

She walked down the wide steps in the corner of the pool. The water was only slightly cool…until it reached her groin, and then it felt like ice water against her burning pussy. She squeaked and looked to see if he’d noticed. Her mouth dropped open.

He’d stripped his pants off. Long, powerful thighs, narrow hips, and tight buttocks. Oh my. As her insides melted, she checked the water around her to see if it had started to boil.

Near the deep end, he picked up a pole and herded the swan toward her. Gabi snickered. Who’d have thought Mr. Stuffy would keep a blow-up swan in his pool, let alone one a good four feet or so across the back.

After setting the pole and something else on the edge of the pool, he came down the steps. Without speaking, he picked her up and laid her on the winged back.

Plastic warm from the sun scraped her breasts, teasing them to hard points. Giggling, Gabi tried to crawl up farther. She hadn’t played on one of these for a-

His hard hands yanked her back until her legs dangled into the water, forcing her to grab the wing on the opposite side. She glanced over her shoulder. His erection jutted upward out of the water, wonderfully thick and long. Veins bulged down the length. The head looked like velvet, and her mouth watered.

Holding her legs, he moved backward and up one corner step, raising his cock to the level of the swan.

“Marcus, what are you doing?”

“Enjoying my little sub before breakfast.” He spread her thighs open and slid his fingers in her wetness and over her clit. The rush of pleasure ignited a fire inside her, one he worked into a hard blaze as he mercilessly stroked her clit to hardness.

He released her for a moment, took a step toward the edge, and she heard a condom wrapper being torn open.

“Brace yourself, sweetheart.” Without further warning, he thrust inside her, burying himself to the hilt. Impossibly large, stretching her to the point of pain, yet the pleasure so intense her back arched. God. Her vagina strained to accommodate him, throbbing around the intrusion. His hands held her hips, keeping her immobile. His groin pushed against her pussy, and as the swan rocked under her, the crisp hairs teased her swollen, puffy labia. She moaned.

“Now that there’s a nice sound,” he murmured. His fingers curled tighter around her hips, and he slid his cock out slowly. Too slowly. She wanted to push back, move him faster, but her legs dangled uselessly above the pool floor. He controlled the movements of the swan and of her body, and she could do nothing but hang on.

He took her hard. Mercilessly.

Right there in the pool, before breakfast, without asking first.

Took her so thoroughly that she came twice before he finished.

Chapter Twelve

After several more days of the bogus job hunting, Gabi wanted to scream. It wouldn’t seem so bad if she needed a job, but she didn’t. Her feet ached as if someone had pounded on them with a mallet. She swung her legs up to rest on the back of her couch.

Where’s a nice foot-rubbing dom when you needed one?

She sighed, remembering last weekend and the careful power of Marcus’s hands. On her feet. Her breasts. Her pussy. In the pool, he’d slid those strong fingers under her and stroked just hard enough, pinched… She sighed, and her clit throbbed as if the memory had woken it up.

The memory of how he’d tossed her on the swan and simply taken what he pleased still made her quiver inside. That morning, she’d done anything he’d wanted, as if their time in the Capture Gardens had set a pattern of her giving in. Submitting.

And I loved it. Loved seeing his smile of pleasure when she did as he commanded, loved basking in his approval instead of causing him disappointment. He hadn’t played lord and commander all the time. After the pool-and the shower-they’d cooked omelets and biscuits for breakfast, arguing about the ingredients, about who’d wash up, about anything. If anyone had kept count-and Mr. Lawyer had-she’d won more arguments than she lost. He hadn’t acted like she was his slave. Well, not until they’d put the dishes away, and she’d said something about it being time to leave.

He’d gotten that dominating look in his eyes, and his drawl had turned to rich velvet. “No, darlin’, you’re not leavin’ yet. You haven’t gotten to…enjoy…my bed yet.”

Oh Lord, she was getting all needy just thinking about it. Damn him.