Page 5 of It'll Be Fun
“Smartass,” he muttered, grabbing her and pulling her in for a kiss while he ground against her. She felt his hard cock pressing against her through his jeans. “Honey, don’t think I don’t know how lucky I am that you’ve put up with me for over twenty years.”
She draped her arms around his neck and wiggled her body against him. “Then how about we break a few club rules? Maybe we can turn ourselves in and get ourselves thrown out of here.”
He snorted. “Cali would hunt us down and drag us back kicking and screaming, and Eliza and Abbey would help her. Not to mention June. And sheterrifiesme.”
* * * *
Derrick loved that after twenty-plus years of marriage, he and Marcia could still find playful joy in their dynamic. He refused to take himself too seriously. Sure, he knew there were a few people who didn’t know him and Marcia well and who thought she was a “brat,” but that was the farthest thing from the truth.
Yes, she was his slave, but in the wayshewanted her to be. Outside of that, which, frankly, wasn’t anyone else’s fucking business but theirs, Marcia was her own person, complete with the spark and fire that kept their relationship going.
Adamnhard thing to do when they already had one business they ran together and hadn’t divorced over it yet.
Add in a “hobby” business that was every bit as much work, and yeah, they were lucky.
He took her hand and, after snagging a blanket from the rack of them, he led her over to one of the couches earmarked for aftercare.
He put her on her hands and knees on the couch, her head to his left, and slowly stripped his leather belt out of his jeans.
He might have had this exact scenario in mind when he was getting dressed.
Fisting Marcia’s long, brown hair in his left hand, he let the belt trail over her back and ass as he teased her with it, ran his fingers through her pussy and felt how wet she was, slipped one into her cunt and slowly fucked her with it before withdrawing it and patting her on the ass.
“Quick one so we can get to the fun part, huh?”
“Who saysthisisn’t the fun part, Sir?” she teased.
“My smart girl, you might be right.” He took the first stroke with the belt against her ass, then teased her with his fingers, back and forth, enjoying every moan she gave him in response, pleasure and pain entwined and both that much sweeter for it.
In his jeans, his cock ached the way it always did when they played.
This never got old, either, the fire betweenthem.
When he took too long between strokes, she’d playfully wiggle her ass at him, prompting him to give her an extra-hard smack with the belt.
Finally, when his cock couldn’t take it any longer, he dropped the belt and unfastened his jeans, climbing up behind her so he could fuck her like this. He easily slid home inside her pussy and the deep, needy groan she gave him meant he had to hold still for a moment or risk shooting almost immediately.
Lightly raking his nails down her back gave him a moment to breathe and regroup. “Such a good girl you are for me,” he said. “You take such good care of me, and this place, and I love you so much.”
She tried to rock back against him and get him moving, but he clamped down on her hips and held her in position. “No, you don’t,” he playfully said. “You just wait until I’m ready.”
“Dammit,” she groaned. “You fuckingsadist.”
“That’s Mister Master Poobah Fucking SadistSir, to you,girl.”
She started laughing—full on snorts that made him smile and gave him extra time to get his willful cock under control.
He pulled out and flipped her over onto her back, her legs over his shoulders. Like this, he could stare down into her sweet brown eyes and watch her come undone for him. He sat up and played with her clit. “Mouthy little thing today,” he said as he played with her, knowing exactly what buttons to push with her, what to do to make her make the noises he loved.
“Mouthy foryou.”
“Better only be mouthy for me.”
Marcia looked like she wanted to say more, but then she bit down on her lower lip and tried to arch her back to rock her hips against him.
She was close.
He focused on her, wanting to get her over, loving the way she only let go for him.
