Page 83 of King of Clubs

“But you still have control here, Marlee. If you want to stop, you tell me and I'll stop. No questions.” She continued to stare at me, the slight increase in her breathing the only indication she was eager.

“I need to hear you say you understand, babe.”

“I understand,” she said, her voice edged with need and at her acquiescence, any tenderness dissipated as my need to claim took over.

Lifting one of the ankle cuffs, I pulled on the chain to demonstrate its strength and she watched me over her shoulder. “I’m going to put one of these on each of your ankles,” the sound of velcro ripped through the air as I secured her first ankle, peppering kisses up her calf once she was strapped before moving to the next.

When her legs were spread and fastened securely, I did the same to each wrist, her arse slightly raised, her eyes never leaving me as I moved to the end of the bed.

My sharp inhale pierced the air at the sight before me. I’d never witnessed anything as fucking tempting as Marlee, face down, splayed before me on my bed. The white ankle cuffs led to perfectly toned calves and her plush hips begging for me.

Kneeling between her spread thighs, I ran my palms up her legs before kneading her arse. “You should see yourself. You look so fucking sexy tied to my bed ready for me.” She began rocking ever so slightly, my words clearly evoking the same need in her.

“Is that what you want, babe? You want me to destroy this fucking pussy and show you what happens when you’ve been bad?” I lifted her up onto her knees so her plump round arse was high, spanking the already pink skin a second time. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, around her hips before squeezing her tits.

“I need you to answer me,” I said, teasing her nipples.

“Yes,” she panted, straining against the cuffs as she tried to push herself back.

“Yes, what?” I asked, needing her to be totally clear about what she wanted.

“Yes, I want you to fucking destroy me,” she whimpered and at her command I surrendered to my darkest desires. To everything I’d ever dreamed of doing but never felt certain enough until her. Until I met the goddess who was currently laying before me with a glistening pussy begging me to own her.

I ran my finger through her wetness and up to her little back entrance. She jolted forward and I grinned, watching as I traced around her tight puckered hole. Oh, I was going to make sure she couldn’t run away from me again. Hearing a soft groan at being touched in an unfamiliar place, I filed my plans of taking her there for another time and sat up until my cock pressed at her core.

“Spread your legs wide, my love.” She obeyed and I rubbed myself against her eliciting another soft moan from her lips.

“You’re fucking soaking,” I gritted, the intensity of this moment making me unhinged as I lined myself up and gripped her hips. Unexpectedly shoving herself backwards, I rammed into her, groaning when her arse met my skin, taking me in one smooth movement.

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKK, Marlee,” her own moans were muffled as she pressed her face into the pillow. She tried to push herself off again to gain traction, but I held her hips tight, enjoying the feel of her pussy encompassing my cock. When she turned to look at me over her shoulder, greedy frustration lacing her features, I slapped her arse for a third time.

Bound in four places with my cock buried deep inside of her, she was magnetic and I completely surrendered to the primal need to claim as I began thrusting in and out of her deeply.

“Don’t stop,” she said in between harsh breaths, her fingers scrunching handfuls of the sheets.

“You take my cock so well,” I praised, quickening my pace. “I don’t think I can go another night without being inside you ever again.” I tightened my hold on her, lifting her hips higher as I relentlessly slammed forward. Her moans were the only encouragement I needed and I sucked my finger again before placing it against her puckered hole.

She wasn’t ready for anything more tonight but I could tell by the way her groans deepened that the intensity of pleasure from simply touching her there was arousing.

“Please, Seb, I need to cum,” she begged. Reaching around I began rubbing her clit and the angle only increased the depth of my cock inside her.

Her words were pure sex to my ears and when she ground back into me with a renewed fervour, screaming my name for the second time, my vision went white as I filled her with my own release.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her soft skin.

Three days without her had felt like an eternity, who knows how I managed the thirty one years before she tipped my world upside down. No wonder my life had felt grey and empty without her vibrance. Being around her felt like the soft morning sun against your skin on an otherwise overcast day. It was a feeling you didn’t even realise you missed until it was there. She stroked my arm that was holding her tight into me as we spooned in post-coital bliss.

These were my favourite times, when the sounds of the waves were all that could be heard and I had her in my arms. This was a bubble I could easily live in without having to worry about anything else ever again. My mind was quiet and I could focus on the inner peace that came from knowing I was truly content. I’d never wanted or needed someone to share my life with, thinking if I was able to find my success despite my limitations, I would be happy. But now I was realising that while I felt like I achieved it all, having someone to share that with, someone who saw me in a way no one else did, was the ultimate success.

“I’m sorry I freaked out on you the other day. I know you were only looking out for me,” her voice was tender and I squeezed her tighter.

“I’m the one who needs to apologise. I’m sorry. I’d been so worried but I should have told you what I was doing. You were closed off and I knew something was bothering you and I guess I struggled when you wouldn’t let me in,” I confessed.

“I’ve been scared for so long, Seb. Even when I finally left Lucas that fear didn’t stop. I was looking over my shoulder constantly, always worried he would be there. He nearly destroyed me and I won't go back.” Her voice broke towards the end and I pulled her into me tighter, ignoring the inferno that was reignited inside of me urging me to find him and kill him.

“When my parents died, he didn’t let me speak to Arna unless he was there and I had no one else. Then after forcing me to leave the Centre I really was isolated, and when you have no one to remind you of the sunshine it is easy to be swept up into the storm and think you will never come out. So when I saw the envelope and the pictures, it was suffocating.”

Her honesty was painful to hear. Painful to know my selfishness had evoked this sadness inside her. She’d been so open with me from the very start and I knew I owed her parts of me, which until now, I hadn’t shared with anyone. I needed to explain why I felt the need to take care of her in the ways I did. Why I needed the control that came with knowing everything I could before I was able to make decisions.

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