Make Me, Sir

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Rrr-rrr-rrrrrrr, rrr-rrr-rrrrrrr sounded in surges of steadily increasing vibrations. Marcus reached around her and set the vibrator against her clit.

“Aaah!” Her yelp made him chuckle, the bastard.

“Now that’s a yip,” he said to Raoul.

Gabi dropped her head as need started to burn inside her again. As her concentration fragmented, she realized it was another way Marcus took control from her. She couldn’t think, could only move as he dictated, take what he gave her.

Between Marcus’s cock and the anal plug, she felt too full. Too stretched. The vibe pulsed against her clit, and the increasing waves demanded a response. Her clit engorged, the skin tightening over the swelling tissues. Almost there…

But before her clit hardened enough to send her over, he moved the vibe, rocking it up to press on the hood of her clit, then rolling it to one side and the other. In between, he’d hammer into her, his cock a tool he used to command her submission.

She wanted to curse him. Each time she neared the peak, he put the vibrator somewhere else. Sam wasn’t the sadist, dammit; Marcus was. As he kept it up, her labia swelled, her flesh burned. Everything he did tensed her insides until she felt like an overstretched rubber band.

Each thrust buried him to the hilt, and the vibrator on her clit sent electricity shooting through her veins, sizzling and burning away every thought in her head except the way he felt inside her-and the uncontrollable beginning of her climax. She moaned, her legs shaking.

“That’s my puppy,” he drawled. She felt the vibrator move…and come to rest directly on top of her swollen, sensitive clit. “Come for me now, sugar.”

“Ooooooh.” The rubber band of her climax broke with a hard snap, and then she was coming, wave after wave of exquisitely brutal pleasure. Her spasming vagina rebounded around his cock, bounced off the anal plug, and sent her into more spasms until her whole body shook. Her arms collapsed, and her weight landed on her forearms.

The vibrator dropped to the table. Before she could slide completely down in a boneless heap, Marcus closed his hands on her hips, pulling her ass upward, yanking her back onto his cock. And then he pounded into her, short hard strokes, finishing with one so deep that she felt impaled. As his cock jerked with his climax against her cervix, her body spasmed again.

Marcus bowed his head, sucking in air, still buried inside her as the inner walls of her cunt rippled around his cock in the most intimate caress known to man. She came more beautifully and more wholeheartedly than any woman he’d known. He’d never felt like this before, as if when she took him inside her, she accepted all of who he was.

He’d worried that she’d never trust him again. Instead, as she fought her fears on the bar top, she’d used him as her anchor, trusting him to keep her safe. The feeling she’d roused in him with her faith in his protection had been better than any climax.

With a sigh of satisfaction, he bent to kiss up the delicate ridge of her spine, across her vulnerable nape, to the sweet curve of her shoulder. During the puppy play, knowing his presence turned her fear to excitement had left him harder than an iron bar. But watching other men touch her had created an undeniable need to take her, to mark her as his own. Territorial? Damn right.

He still gripped her hips, soft hips with a beautifully rounded ass. It jiggled as she walked, enticing a man with the urge to grab and plunge balls-deep. He uncurled his fingers. She’d have some bruises there on her fair skin, more marks to add to the pretty red handprints on her ass. He ran his hand over the redness, enjoyed the resulting wiggle and squeak…and the way her pussy clenched around him.

Unfortunately he couldn’t stay here forever, tempting as it was. With a feeling of loss, he pulled out, removing the anal plug at the same time, smiling at the way her back arched in response to the sudden sensations. She started to slump, and he put an arm under her waist.

“I’ll hold her for you, my friend,” Raoul said.

“Thank you.” When Marcus stepped back, Raoul swung her up into his arms, waiting patiently.

Marcus disposed of the plug and condom and fastened his slacks, then grabbed a subbie blanket from the stack near the wall. After wrapping the blanket around her, he took her from Raoul.

Her mouth was swollen and pink, her eyes glazed. Droopy dog ears flopped on her flushed cheeks. “You are so cute,” Marcus said under his breath.

Raoul grinned at him in agreement, slapped him on the shoulder, and left.

Marcus settled into a chair with the little sub against his chest. She glanced up, focused on his face for a second, then, obviously content, lay her head back down.

“Master Marcus.” Andrea stood in front of him. “Cullen said your puppy needed water, and you might too after all your hard work.”

Marcus lifted his eyebrows. “Who said?”

She flushed. “Dios, you’re fussy. Master Cullen said.”

“Better. Open the bottles for me, please, and set one on the coffee table.”

She did and handed him the other bottle.

“Thank you, sugar, and please thank your dom for me.”

“Will do.” She grinned at him and walked quickly away before he could reprimand her again. He shook his head. Andrea was a beautiful woman, but he’d never envied Cullen her sassy mouth. And now look what he had: a little sub who outdid Andrea in brattiness without even trying. He knew damn well Gabi didn’t make up all the defiance-a hell of a lot of it was just her nature.

He kissed the top of her nose and chuckled when she frowned up at him. “Making me crawl on the bar was a very mean punishment, Sir.”

He tried not to smile but couldn’t help it. She had the satiated look of a woman who has come and come hard, and she still found the energy to glare at him.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He nuzzled her cheek, enjoying the playful fragrances of rose and sandalwood mingling with the scent of her arousal. “How much did it bother you to have so many men touching you?”

She looked away, stiffening slightly.

“Uh-uh. Look at me, Gabi.”

Big vulnerable brown eyes met his.

“Tell me.”

“It scared me at first, but you-When you watched me, I felt safe. And I saw that you wanted me to enjoy it, and somehow then I did. Thank you.” The gratitude and warmth in her gaze made him feel as if he’d grown another foot in height.

“And with Raoul? Did you like the threesome?” He kept his tone easy, knowing if she really wanted multiple men, he’d try to manage it for her. Somehow. His jaw tightened. He’d wanted to break Raoul’s neck for touching her. My sub.

A line formed between her brows. “I like Raoul and having you both excited me, but mostly because of you. Knowing you were watching, and when you took me, all I could think about was you inside me.” She bit her lip. “I’m glad I tried it, but I’d just as soon not do it again.”

Again. She had only one more day at the club. Did she even remember? He pushed the thought away. “And playing puppy?”

She giggled. “I rather like biting and growling. Especially biting.”

Brat. “Once you got started, you seemed to enjoy yourself. We did too, watching you heat up from being petted, seeing your breasts swing and your tail swish. I do believe the entire bar cheered when you screamed a minute ago.”

Red rolled up into her already pink cheeks.

“You come beautifully, sugar, and it’s a pleasure to watch. I’m sure the doms enjoyed knowing they helped you get there.”

She opened her mouth and obviously couldn’t figure out what to say, settling for a “Now what?”

“Now you can put your clothes back on. I’m being generous, darlin’, so you’d best thank me. I’ll take myself a kiss.”

Her lips curved. “Thank you, Sir.”