Making a Scene (5 page)

Somewhere
along the way, my imagination had stripped him completely naked,
and now his thick, hard cock was pressing against my entrance.
Blindly, I reached for my vibrator and pushed it a little way
inside me, imagining that I was sinking down onto his shaft, taking
him in gradually. My satisfied pussy was almost too sensitive to
take it, but the pleasure began to build again and I found myself
craving a second orgasm.

“God, I love
it when you do that, Eleanor.”

In my fantasy,
I slowly began to take him, moving up and down with controlled
surges of my hips. Marc cupped my breasts and lowered his head to
take one nipple in his mouth, then switched to the other, sucking
and licking, biting and squeezing. I began to increase the pace,
flicking the switch of the rabbit vibrator and moaning as its
‘ears’ buzzed against my clit. The ball-bearings twirling inside
the shaft made it almost seem to pulsate inside me, and I imagined
Marc twitching within me, holding off his climax as he continued to
tease my nipples—

A harsh
ringing noise jolted me out of the fantasy and into disorientation,
and after a second I realised my phone was ringing. Only one
thought had me flicking off the vibrator and reaching for it—
it
could be Marc.

As my arousal
began to fade, I scrambled to reach the cell phone, which I’d left
on the nightstand. Elation filled me as I scanned the caller ID,
and I hit the call button quickly. “Hello?”

“God, Nell,
it’s good to hear your voice.” Marc’s familiar tone made me melt
inside, and I lay back against the pillows as I replied.

“Yours too.
I’ve missed you.”

A slight pause
on the other end of the line had me momentarily anxious, but his
next words explained it. “Have you just been touching yourself, my
sub?”

I closed my
eyes, embarrassed. “Yes, Sir. Is that against the rules?”

“No. It’s
fucking hot.”

I smiled at
the desire in his voice. “How could you tell?”

“There’s just
something in the way you speak when you’re close to getting off.
Are you naked?”

“Yes, Sir.” I
glanced down at the vibrator still mostly buried inside me,
wondering if I should mention it.

He exhaled
hard enough for me to hear, and it was all too easy to imagine the
lust in his expression. “If I had my way, I’d be driving over to be
with you as we speak. I want you so much it hurts, Eleanor.”

My pussy
squeezed around the vibrator, and I caught my breath at the
sensation. “I wish you were here.”

Marc sighed.
“Me too, but I won’t be finished up here for another couple of
hours. Do you have other plans, or can we get together later?”

I couldn’t
help my emphatic response. “You’re kidding, right? Of course I want
to see you!”

The smile in
his voice gave me shivers. “Good. Come over anytime after
eight-thirty. But for now, I have enough time to listen to you
getting off for me. Are you wet?”

“I…” God, I
couldn’t tell him about the vibrator
now
… “Yes, Sir.”

“What aren’t
you telling me?” Marc asked, a slight edge of command to his
voice.

Damn
it
. “Ummm… I have a vibrator inside me right now.”

Marc’s
laughter sounded startled. “Every time I think I have you figured
out, you surprise me, Nell. Is it switched on?”

“It was before
you called,” I admitted, still embarrassed at having to talk about
something so personal.

“Turn it back
on.”

I did, and
couldn’t help a light gasp as the vibrations resumed. “It’s on,
Sir.”

Marc growled,
“Fuck, I want to be in its place.”

I whimpered my
agreement—no toy could ever compare to his incredible cock.

“Were you
close when I interrupted you?”

Squirming
against the mattress, holding the base of the vibrator to keep it
firmly inside me, I nodded, then realised he couldn’t see. “I was,
Sir.”

“What were you
thinking about? Fuck yourself with the vibrator and tell me.”

I recounted my
fantasy slowly, working the vibe in and out of my saturated pussy
at the same time. When I got to the part where I’d been riding his
cock, Marc groaned with frustration. “You have no idea how much I
wish that was happening.”

“And then you
called me, Sir,” I finished, sliding the vibrator in deep at the
same time.

“How
inconsiderate of me,” Marc teased. “I’d love to know how that
fantasy would have ended.”

“I think you
already know,” I said shakily as my inner muscles contracted with
another surge of warmth.

“Why don’t you
let me hear it?” His voice was low, rough with desire.

I tried to
gather enough poise to conclude the fantasy, but all I could focus
on was the heat and slick friction between my legs. “I’d ride you
until we both came…”

“You’re so
close, aren’t you?”

I could only
pant, too breathless to speak now.

“Come on,
baby. Let it out.”

Slamming the
vibrator home one more time, I let the orgasm take me, Marc’s husky
voice encouraging me through the intense pulses of my release. I
barely understood the words, but knew he was enjoying my gasps and
moans, longing to be here with me. As the climax faded, I reached
down to turn off the vibe and set it aside, then curled into a
ball, still trembling with aftershocks.

“I love
hearing you out of control,” Marc told me, the tension in his voice
making it clear he wasn’t in a place where he could jerk off and
gain some relief of his own.

“If you’ll let
me, Sir, I promise to suck you off later.” My mouth watered at the
thought.

He groaned
softly. “I’ll hold you to that. But I have to go, beautiful. See
you later?”

“You couldn’t
keep me away.”

* * * *

Since Marc
lived in the good part of the suburbs, I opted to drive over, the
radio turned up high and a smile on my face. It had been too long
since I’d seen Marc, and I couldn’t wait to bury my face in his
shoulder and inhale his intoxicating, masculine scent again.

As I slowed to
turn onto the short private road leading up to Marc’s place, a
light blue Prius appeared there, waiting to merge into the traffic
of the main road. Expecting to see one of Marc’s housemates
driving, I tried to identify which of them it might be, but a chill
went through my blood when I recognised the driver.

The blonde
woman from outside the awards ceremony. The one Marc had gone over
to talk to, but hadn’t introduced me to or mentioned since.

Had Marc put
off seeing me for the past couple of hours because he’d been with
her?

As if sensing
my stare, the woman glanced at me. Then, as if she recognised me
from that night, she gave a slight smile and pulled out into
traffic, leaving me unable to interpret what had just happened.

Trepidation
rising in my stomach, I turned onto the street she’d just left.
Could I storm up to Marc and demand to know who she was to him?
We’d never outright promised each other that our relationship was
exclusive, though from the way he’d reacted when I’d implied he
might have women’s clothing around because he was seeing other
women, I’d assumed we were on the same page there. If I was wrong,
could I handle it? I’d have to walk away from him—I just wasn’t
wired to be one of many women, even if Marc said I could date other
men too.

I parked in
front of his place and sat for a moment, trying to gather my
thoughts.
There must be some other explanation. You have to give
him the benefit of the doubt. If he marched up and accused you of
cheating every time you spoke to a guy, you’d be pretty freaked
out, right?

Decision made,
I got out of the car and headed for the door. I’d be calm about it.
If the subject came up, I’d discuss it; if not, I’d leave it for
another time—

Marc opened
the door just as I raised my hand to knock, and I blinked,
startled, up into his beautiful face. The warmth I saw there melted
some of the tension from my body, and I returned his smile
instinctively. “Hey.”

He drew me
into his arms without hesitation, and I pressed against his
deliciously firm body with a sigh. I’d talk to him about the blonde
later. It had been too long since I’d been in his embrace, and I
didn’t want to spoil the mood.

Marc drew back
first, to search my face. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my
head. “Just missed you, that’s all. Everything go okay this
week?”

He grimaced at
the question, but his demeanour was casual. “Moving a little slower
than I’d like, but it’s coming along.”

Sentinel, the
friendlier of Marc’s two cats, came to wind around my ankles, and I
made the most of the distraction to pull my mind in a happier
direction. Crouching to make a fuss of the purring ginger furball,
I asked, “So, what’s the plan tonight?”

Marc didn’t
answer, and it wasn’t until I glanced up that I realised I’d gone
to my knees in front of him without realising it. He raised an
eyebrow as he stared down at me, and heat rushed through my body in
response.

“Let’s go
upstairs and figure that out,” he said finally, holding out his
hand. I took it, and he pulled me upright, then curved a hand
around the back of my neck—exactly as I’d fantasised about him
doing earlier.

I was more
than happy to go along with that, and let him steer me upstairs
towards the dungeon—exactly where I’d hoped we’d go. The second he
shut the door behind us, he grabbed my waist and spun me around to
push me firmly up against the wall. Holding me there with his body
weight, his growing hard-on pressing against me, he claimed my lips
in a kiss that was almost vicious in its intensity.

He’d undone my
jeans before I’d had time to do more than moan against his mouth.
As he yanked them down over my hips, taking my thong with them, I
kicked off my shoes so there was nothing to stop me from stepping
free of the clothing. Fumbling with his suit pants, I managed to
free his cock, smiling at the way he gasped into my mouth as I
palmed it and slid my hand firmly upward, from the base to the
head.
So hot and hard—God, I want this inside me…

Before I could
get to work teasing him in earnest, he broke the kiss and spun me
so I faced the wall. I spread my legs as he rubbed his cock between
my thighs, and braced myself against the wall to give him easier
access. His light, teasing caress between my buttocks made me
shiver with lustful, but after only a few seconds he moved on past
the hole and between my labia.

We both cried
out as he thrust deep inside my pussy. No foreplay necessary—I’d
been wet since he’d taken me by the back of the neck,
downstairs.

“That’s
better,” he murmured against my shoulder, and I laughed
breathlessly, arching my back to give him a better angle. He
pressed deeper, withdrew almost entirely, then drove in again,
setting a fast, provocative rhythm that made my knees tremble. Each
thrust hit my G-spot perfectly, and Marc’s secure grip on my hips
felt divine. I rested my forehead on the wall with a moan and met
his thrusts as best I could.

Marc reached
around with one hand to cup my mound, spreading his fingers on
either side of his shaft as he worked in and out of me. The
pressure on my clit sent my pleasure skyrocketing, and I wobbled,
hazily realising that Marc was helping to hold me up with the hand
between my legs.

He growled
appreciatively as my internal muscles rippled, poised on the brink
of release, and he thrust faster, more shallowly. It was too much,
and I clawed ineffectually for grip on the smooth wall as my body
shook with a devastating climax, my knees giving way just as they
had in my fantasy earlier.

Marc held me
up until I could take my own weight again, his breathing laboured
in my ear. Shaking with blissful aftershocks, I leaned hard against
the wall and tried to get my breath back as he pounded into me a
final few times. He came with a breathless curse, his hips grinding
hard against my ass, and I turned my head over my shoulder to kiss
him while he regained his equilibrium.

Carefully, he
withdrew from me. “Come on, beautiful.”

On shaky legs,
we navigated the dungeon to collapse on the bed. He was still fully
clothed, though his pants were unfastened, and I was bare from the
waist down. To remedy the situation, I wriggled out of my shirt and
bra, then set to work on Marc’s button-down shirt.

Once we were
fully naked, he pulled me into his arms and sighed. “Thank god it’s
Friday.”

Amused, I
kissed his chest. “Think you can relax for a while now?”

“Oh, we’re not
done, Eleanor. I have a whole scene still planned out for you. That
was just to take the edge off.”

I swallowed
hard, my imagination running riot. “What kind of scene, Sir?”

“No feathers
involved. I promise. They’re on your soft limits list for now.”

That was one
reassurance, at least.

“How do you
feel about canes?”

Chapter
Four

I jerked
upright abruptly. “Canes? As in, implements of schoolroom
torture?”

“Not the way I
use them.” He smiled at my strong reaction, seeming completely
unrepentant for what he was planning to do.

“I… Uh, I
don’t…” The words died on my lips, but nothing more coherent rose
in my consciousness to replace them. I’d never seen anyone being
caned in real life, but in books, movies and on TV it was always
dramatic and excruciatingly painful.

You like pain.
Admit it.

Not that kind
of pain, surely. Caning was a punishment for a reason.

Marc joined me
in sitting up, and took my hand. “Is your reaction based on
experience, or pop culture?”

I shook my
head. “No experience, thank god. It’s just…” Words failing me, I
mimed swishing a cane through the air, imitating the
whistling-cracking sound the ones in movies always made.