For Your Viewing Pleasure...."Beg Me" Part Seven
Top Dom/mes, Sydney Cummings, an African-American Goddess and Mark Bryant, a man with a body that was chiseled from a slab of solid hotness, have a score to settle. Who will be the first to beg? With both of their reputations on the line, this is going to be a fight to the very end.
This story is sensual, sexy, and HOT...you've been warned
Nothing went better with a chilly Iowa night then a roaring bonfire, beer, good music and laughing with childhood friends. It was one of the few things about living in the country that Mark missed and having Sydney reclining between his legs, cozy under their blanket, made the night perfect.
“I can’t believe we have to sleep in separate rooms,” Mark protested to the sheer entertainment of his friends, rebutting the animated war stories of their misspent years of hell rising. “I mean, really! We’re adults. It’s not like Syd and I are children. Hell, even when I was younger, I was the good guy. ”
Reggie, a local doctor and Mark’s closest friend pointed out. “Sydney, don’t let Mark fool you,” he raised his beer bottle. “He could party with the best of them!”
“Yeah, but even then he was different,” Victoria, Reggie’s fiery redheaded, homemaker wife added from her resting spot. “He’d be the responsible one bragging our asses’ home before our parents woke up.”
“At the crack of dawn!” everyone shouted in unison, half out of their wits.
“Oh God remember having to wake up to milk those damn cows?” added Daniel, another running mate. “And Mark your dad was the worst,” His wife Jill elbowed him in the stomach and tucked their blanket under her neck. “Well he was! Of all the families, you guys had the largest farm and the most kids yet your dad would still send down the road for us every morning.”
“At the crack of dawn!” they chanted again. Sydney’s laughs bellowed with the others. Her eye caught the Cecilia’s, another attractive bright-eyed friend sitting alone yet joining right in with the others. They exchanged gentle smiles.
“Hey man, those cows weren’t going to milk themselves,” Mark pulled Sydney close and kissed her neck.
“Mark, I love you like a brother,” Victoria threw another log on the fire. “But if I had to spend one more winter walking down that dark cold dirt road, I was gonna start killing your cows”
Everyone burst into drunken jubilation.
“Remember that shit! His dad never offered to come pick us up!” Jill exclaimed to thunderous laughter and applause. “I can see everyone’s faces clearly.”
“We were all bitter!” Reggie shouted.
“No, but it getting worst,” Daniel waved his hands, silencing everyone, dramatically pointing at Mark. “Then, junior year, this motherfucker decides to study in Japan! Japan! What the hell was he doing in Japan?”
“Probably looking for more cows?” Reggie blurted out. “Bastard left us here to do his work.”
“No, but to add insult to injury, his dad waited until right after graduation and then goes completely automated,” Victoria chimed in, sending everyone into guttural laughter. “Remember, it was like overnight.”
“And then he doubled the hired workers during the commencement speech,” Reggie barely composed himself.
“Yeah, it was like he waited until the last minute!” Daniel broke in.
Sydney couldn’t get enough of their banter; their excitement and openness sent her senses into overdrive. She’d never had close relations with anyone other than her father and, briefly, her mother. This is what life was supposed to be. This sense of normality is what made Mark such a brilliant Dom. Although these people weren’t his blood ties, he had a foundation of friends that never abandoned him. Sydney had neither family nor friends. But with these people, these decent strangers, she felt welcomed and whole.
“Little quiet Cece over here was spared the wrath.” Reggie pointed out.
“Only because I had to take care of my brothers and sisters before school,” Cecilia interjected. “Otherwise I would have been freezing my ass off with you.”
“Bullshit! You managed to show up at all the parties,” Victoria countered. “Where were your siblings then?”
They all awaited and answer.
“Alright! You got me!” Cece conceded. “I skipped out. But it was cold as hell.”
Her confession was met with drunken jeers and hisses.
She met Sydney’s eyes, as if to transmit a message between them two. Sydney couldn’t read her; there was too much alcohol and stimulus around. Her senses were out of balance; her judgment clouded. But not for long.
Sydney caught a shape yet silent breath. She felt the shameless naughty roaming hand of her lover, mapping its way under her skirt, heading to the fertile ground between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she whispers to him.
“Shhh,” she heard from behind, close to her earlobe. “Keep facing forward.” He slipped his hand further down.
“This is wrong Mark,” She protested.
“You don’t like it?” His fingertips painted a sexual narrative on the glistening canvas of her pussy.
“Yes…No, your friends are here. They will see us.”
His hand continues its lazy travels over labia and clit; then without warning, he slid a finger between her plump outer lips in long, steady strokes. “I think you like it,” Slipping gently, relentlessly in and out. “I think you like the idea of being fingered in front of everyone without their knowledge,” His voice grew callous, his breath warm against her neck. “Having them watch you give yourself to me—surrendering to my wishes, seemingly, against your will. You like that, am I right?”
“Yes,” She shuddered involuntarily, her pussy giving tacit acquiescence to the touch of his unrelenting finger delicately dipped within, wheedling her answer free from the snares of her dry throat.
“Don’t you wish you could tell them that fucking me isn’t like fucking anyone else?” Mark’s breathing became harder; his hand glided over her hungry clit while the faint sounds of the sycophant tsunami raging inside of her filled their ear alone.
“Yes,” Sydney managed. Sydney melted back into his firm chest. Her orgasm building before her eyes, it danced in the vivid shades on reds, oranges and yellows of the fire.
“Good girl,” Mark kissed the nape of her neck just out of sight of everyone except Cece. He gave her a coy grin and continued promiscuously rummaging inside of Sydney.
“You’re very wet,” He whispered, manipulating her tiny recalcitrant clit.
Sydney rest her head back, close to his ear. “Take me inside…take me inside and you can have me anyway you want me,” she bucked slightly.
“Tempting, but no.” His voice said low and casual. “I want you to cum in front of everyone. I want them to see just how much I love you.” Lowering his lips onto her shoulder, he bit, moaning into the skin.
Mark’s single-minded devotion to pleasing her, his hostage….the slurpy sloshy sounds between her undulating legs…..the sheer fortuity of being finger-fucked in the presence of near strangers all cumulated into lingering psychedelic orgasm that played out on the backs of Sydney’s heavy eyelids.
Mark held her trembling body with one arm and cupped her post-orgasmic pussy in his exploring hand; aiding her back into herself unbeknown to the others.
All except Cece.
Mark turned to her with a dark grin, tenderly kissing Sydney’s neck.
Cece smiled back as if to say “I’m next”
******
As was the norm, Helen was up before the sun tending to her household chores. Cooking, cleaning and organizing Sr.’s life. Exhausted from the previous days’ upheaval, it was taking her longer and longer to get her head around the task at hand. It mattered little, she had her son back and that was enough.
Although their reunion had gone astonishingly pleasant up until then, Helen waited patiently for the inevitable conversation with Mark; she knew it was coming. Why wouldn’t it? They had been close, all those years ago. He was her favorite and she had abandoned him when he needed her in his corner. She had cut him off just like the others and, in turned, vacated her life.
Mark, stood watching Helen hurry around the kitchen preparing a breakfast fit for a king. How she managed to maintain her trim, almost girl-like, figure on a diet of heavy food and child birth was beyond his grasp. The lives around her changed but she never changed.
Or so it seemed.
Mark hadn’t expected her to welcome him and Sydney or to stand up to his father. Maybe some things had changed after all.
“Good morning,” Mark said breaking his own spell.
“Good morning yourself,” Helen turned, plating her breakfast. “Have some?”
“Um, yeah!” he took a seat. Helen passed his plate. “It’s been a while seem I’ve had real food.”
“Miss Sydney doesn’t cook for you?” she teased. “I’m guessing cooking isn’t one of her many talents.”
“That’s an understatement. My Sydney is very domesticated but I love her.”
“I’m sure you do,” She smiled watching his devour half his meal; she shoveled more onto his plate and took a seat. “Sorry for the sleeping arrangements. I know it has to be killing you to be apart from her.”
“Anything we can do to change that?”
“Sure! Marry her and all your problems are solved. You can sleep with her under this roof all you want.”
“Who knew marriage was the cure for blue-balls?” Mark joked.
“Oh,” Helen wrinkled her face and covered her ears. “I don’t want to think about you having sex. That’s too many information for my virgin ears.”
Mark pointed his fork. “You had it coming.”
“I know,” she paused studying Mark’s every move. “Sydney told me about her parents.”
Mark frowned. “She did? She’s only told me just recently. You’ve known her less than a week. How’d you manage to get that out of her?”
“I’m a woman. We share a common ovary,” she smirked. “I could tell there is something missing from her life.”
He stopped in mid chew. “What? What is it?”
“She wants a child, Mark.” Helen said in all seriousness.
“No way,” shook his head laughing. “There’s no way Sydney wants a child. She freaked out when I mentioned it in passing one day. That woman would rather disembowel herself than have a child.”
“You’re wrong,” Helen disagreed. “She’s afraid to have children because she can’t care for them.”
“Can’t or doesn’t want too?” Mark snorted.
Helen’s face went grim. “She can’t. She is afraid that she doesn’t know how too.”
He thought for a moment. “Really?”
“Geez, Mark! For someone in your line of work, who’s supposed to be tuned into people’s emotions, you sure missed that one!” she playfully rolled her eyes.
“What do you know about what I do?” his eyes widened.
“I’ve done some research. They have this thingy call Google that’s run by magic elves. It’s amazing what they can come up with.”
“Sorry,” he conceded. “I didn’t think you’d be interested.”
“I’m not interested. But I had to find out what was so important that you’d be willing to leave me.”
There was a impenetrable pause.
“Well, there’s no sense in talking about that now.” Mark stood, returning his plate to the sink.
“No, we need to talk.” Helen stopped him from leaving. “I owe you an explanation.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” he took his seat.
“Of course I do.”
“You were doing what you thought was best,” Mark couldn’t believe those words came from his mouth. Where was his soapbox rant!?
“I acted out of fear and misunderstanding. I didn’t know what you’d gotten yourself into. I thought you’d turned into some sort of leather clad sexual deviant.”
“It’s not about that.” He gave a faint grin attempting to ease the concern in her eyes.
“I know that now, but I didn’t know it back then. I’ve even followed your work.” Helen said proudly.
“Are you serious?” Mark scanned her face.
“Yeah, I have. You’re doing very well for yourself. I read an article about a few months ago about a project you’ve developed. I believe it was called “Enhancing Partner…”
“Enhancing Partner Intimacy,” he completed her sentence.
“That’s it,” she nodded, voiding his eyes. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks,” he smiled. “I’m proud of you also. You finally came out of your shell.”
“A little bit, thanks to you.” She choked back tears of laughter and sorrow.
“What’s wrong?” Mark prompted.
“I’m the parent,” she covered her mouth. “Yet my son taught me one of the best lessons I have ever learned.”
“It doesn’t matter who taught it, as long as the lesson was learned.”
“I know. But I didn’t want you thinking that you were coming back to the same house, like nothing had changed…because it has. I’ve changed. It took you leaving to open my eyes. And now I am forever changed.
******
“Where are you going?” Sydney asked like a spoiled child, circling Sr.’s heavy duty truck.
“Out,” he threw the last of his equipment into the bed.
“Why?”
“Because that’s what normal people do. They work.”
“I’m normal. And you’re not going to work; those are fishing poles,” she blocked his path, not giving an inch.
“You caught me,” he tried to get around her.
“Can I go?” she stood peering up into his frustrated eyes.
His eyes darted around the yard looking for anyone to rid him of this pint size pest. To no avail. “Get in and be quiet.”
“No,” Sydney jumped into the truck beside him. “Just so you know, I have no siblings so I have thirty some odd years of unspoken thoughts that are ripe for the picking”
“Great,” Sr. said putting the truck in gear.
“Oh don’t ‘great’ me! I’ll really get on your nerves.” She teased. “By the way, I don’t know the first thing about fishing.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“Did you bring me a pole?”
“I wasn’t expecting you.” Sr. gripped the wheel.
“So I take that so as a ‘no’?” Sydney crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine, I’ll just watch you.”
“It’s not like you know what you’re doing anyway,” Sr. shot off.
Sydney turned to him. “You’re right. But I was willing to learn. That is if you’d be willing to teach me.”
He felt a twinge of guilt but not enough. “It’s too late. I’m not turning back now. We’re already going.”
“Have it your way. I’ll just talk to you until your brain goes numb,” she turned her attention outside the window, watching the smaller farms go by. “You see the thing is, my mom passed away when I was five years old and I was raised by my dad. He never remarried. Now, under normal circumstances that wouldn’t have been a problem however both of my parents had been disowned by their families before I was born…which meant me and my dad were pretty much on our own.”
“No family at all?” Sr. heard himself ask.
“None,” Sydney answered without looking in his direction. She knew that making eye contact with him at that moment would have killed their conversation. She needed him to focus on the road. “None at all. It was just us two. My dad was an engineer and he also taught for a number of years. He did his best to provide me with everything he could and for the most part he did. He loved me and he was always there when I needed him; I never wanted for anything. By all practical purposes, I led a charmed childhood. I mean, yeah, I missed out on the mother-daughter stuff, I totally not domesticated, but he tried.”
She paused. “But I guess that’s what nannies are for, right? They fill in the gaps left when parents aren't around. They take the place of our families.”
“That’s no way for a child to grow up. They need a foundation.”
“I had a foundation. I had my dad. But when he passed away, I had no one. Their families had disowned them, remember? So there I was, floating out in the world alone…for years…masking my pain with a cold disposition…making it seem like I didn’t need anyone…happy to visit my parents mausoleum every Sunday like a dutiful daughter. But then I met Mark and he understood me. He got me. He hasn’t tried to change me. He has loved every little chipped and broken piece of me.”
“He’s like his mother in that way.”
Sydney met his eyes. “I dare say I see a lot of you in him also. In the beginning, I thought I knew who he was but he has surprised me with his depth and willingness to share. He is strong and silent but at the same time he as open and understanding as they come. He is the salt of the earth and I love him.”
“What’s not to love?”
“You tell me?”
Sr. shook his head smiling. “You’re annoying.”
“And you’re stubborn. So I guess we’re never gonna be homecoming king and queen.”
“I guess not,” he pulled to a stop and quickly unloaded the truck, handing Sydney the tackle box and walked a short distance to a grassy bank surrounding a small private lake.
Taking Sr.’s advice, Sydney rolled up her jeans and removed her shoes. She sat watching him bait the hooks but quickly lost interest and took off on her own child-like exploration around the lake, only to return hours later with a shirt full of rocks.
“What are you doing?” Sr. asked, watching Sydney attempt to skip rocks off of the waters surface a few feet away from him.
“Nothing,” she sank another rock.
“You do realize that you’re scaring my fish away, right?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know,”
“You’re doing it all wrong,” Sr. put down his pole and walked over to her and peeled the last stones from her muddy grasp. “First of all, you’ve got the wrong rocks. You need the flat ones. Come on.”
Sydney took off behind him. “I thought rocks were rocks,”
“Not when it comes to skipping. They have to be smooth and flat.” He saw the genuine disappointment in her face and grinned. “We’ll find you the right ones."
“Just after five o’clock,” she answered from the kitchen.
“Is Sydney back?”
Helen came to the backdoor. “No, she and your father are still gone. It’s getting late. They’ll be back soon. Why?” she held the door open for him to pass.
“I’m just worried about her. This is the first time she has missed a visit to her parent’s mausoleum. I don’t know how it’s going to affect her. This is all new to her,” he peered out of the front door. There was a van coming up the road. “Who is that?”
“That’s your sister,”
“Which one?”
“Jane,” Helen clarified. “And it looks like she’s brought the kids. Sorry Mark,”
“No, reason to apologize. I’ll get cleaned up. Call me when Sydney arrives,” he left before Jane and her four kids walked through the door.
Helen rustled the Jane’s ever-growing noisy bode of toe-heads into the house.
“Hey kids!” she greeted each of them clinging onto her legs and stooped to take off the six year old twins bonnets. For the life of her she couldn’t understand why Jane joined the Mennonite Brethren. In what way did walking around in conservative somber clothing and bonnets, glorify the Almighty?
“Sorry about that,” Jane, a plumper version of her mother, made her way in with the newest edition resting on her shoulder. “Kids, go down to the basement. I’ll bring your dinner down in a bit.” Like obedient little soldiers, they fell in line, except the five year old boy who decided that upstairs was a better option.
“Where are you guys coming from?” Helen asked. “Let me guess. Church.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Jane sat the baby in her carrier and joined Helen in the kitchen where she’s begun fitting the kid’s plates.
“Too much of anything is a bad thing. Moderation is best,”
“Well don’t you sound like the progressive? What’s gotten into you lately?”
“Nothing,” she handed Jane the first dish. “The older I get, the more different I see the world. Things change, Jane.”
“Not around here they don’t. Hey, whose truck is that parked out front?”
“Your brother is home.”
“Which one?” Jane snorted.
“Mark,” Helen said, bracing herself for Jane’s pious sermon on family values. “Mark and his friend, Sydney are staying here.”
Jane’s trembling hand covered her lips, her crystal blue eyes filled with tears. “Did him and dad make up?”
“No,”
“Where is he?” She sniffed, drying her eyes.
“He’s upstairs and Sydney is out with your dad,”
“Do you think he’ll see me?”
Helen shook her head. “I don’t know. He didn’t want to see any of you right away,” Helen paused seeing Jane’s distress. “Mark, everyone, needs time to deal with his return,”
“Did he say anything about me? Is he angry?” Jane whispered.
“He’s not angry. He is hurt but willing to mend. I believe Sydney has had a lot to do with it. Give her a chance, you’re really like her.
“If she talked him into coming home then I already love her,”
“Who does this belong to?” Mark barked, carrying the rogue four year old like a sack of potatoes. “I found him in my room when I stepped from the shower,”
Helen’s stomach dropped to her knees. Oh this was bad.
“Who’s this man?” the mass of kid said from his slumped position.
“Markie, that’s your uncle,” Jane replied, face tight with worry and regret. “He’s my big brother,”
“Really? Can I get down now?” Markie wiggled trying to free himself, to no avail.
“No,” Mark teased. “I have to check your pockets. It’s no telling what ya got stuffed in there,”
“I don’t have any pockets,”
“Good answer,” Mark returned the red-faced upright in his arms. “Plausible denial would have been better,” he smiled and gave a light wink.
“What?” he frowned.
“I’ll explain later,” Mark said. “You wanna get down now?”
“No. I’ll stay with you, please.” Markie confirmed inching his ways to Mark’s back.
“He’s like a spider monkey,” Mark smiled at Jane. “Hi baby Jane.”
“No one has called me that in years,” She hugged him tightly. “You look so good, Mark.”
“So do you. I see you’ve been busy,” pointing over his shoulder to Markie playing in his hair.
She laughed. “Yes, we have five children. Markie is your namesake.”
“You hear that buddy?” Mark cut his eye over his shoulder. “You stole my name.”
“You stole my hair. Didn’t he?” Markie looked to Jane.
“Yes, you both have dark hair,” she looked to him shyly. “He’s the only one. Just like you.” She started crying.
“Alright Markie, it’s time for us to go. Let your mom and Uncle Mark talk,” Helen said peeling Markie away. They sat at the kitchen table.
“Wow, you’re really here.” She managed.
He took a second to answer. “I came back to settle…to settle everything once and for all. Sydney, my girlfriend, she orchestrated all of this. I had no idea how much it was weighing me down until she came along.”
“I’m sorry for abandoning you. At the time, I thought I was doing the right. My faith told me that you soul was at risk and you’d see it if I cut you off,”
“You did what you thought was right,”
She shook her head. “But I was wrong. What I believed in was wrong. You were my best friend,”
“I still am. Nothing has changed,” he looked her up and down for the first time. “What’s with the get up? Are you Amish?” he made a sour face, lightening the mood.
“Ha! No, we’re Mennonites,”
“Fuckin’ hell! I always knew you would join a cult,” he laughed. “Baby Jane’s in a cult. Yep, that sounds about right!”
“Well hey, I figured the family could use another freak,”
“Can’t have too many of us, we’ll start to loose our luster,” Mark reclined. “How are the others?”
Jane exhaled and reclined. “Margret moved to the city and got married six months ago. They’re doing well. No kids just yet but they’re trying. James is living in Oregon with his “friend” and we haven’t seen him in a couple of years,”
“Yikes,”
“Yeah, that sounds about right for him,”
“Tell me about it. They preach a lot but do very little good for the community. He and the boys come by from time-to-time but their views are too extreme,”
“This coming from the cult member,” Mark teased.
“Well, what are ya gonna do,” she paused. “Did you hear about Kenneth?”
“No, I haven’t heard from him in years. What’s he up to?”
“He was working with Doctor’s Without Borders in Cambodia when he contracted some strange disease and he was returning to the States for treatment but he never made it. They left him there,” she said evenly, void of feelings.
Mark couldn’t breathe. The only sibling, his closest brother, who had reached out to him while living in Montréal was dead. Left somewhere in a Cambodia jungle like he had no family.
“You say it like he was nothing,” Mark’s voice was deeper now.
“No,” Jane said peacefully. “I was proud of him. He was doing what he loved without a care in the world. In his short time, he saw things that I couldn’t even imagine. You two were a lot alike in that respect. Fearless. Never afraid to try new things; to step out on your own. I mean, hell, I got married staight out of college, had a flock of kids and joined a cult! How’s that for conformity?” she laughed, Mark followed.
“Why didn’t mom and dad tell me?”
“They probably figured you already knew. You were listed as his beneficiary. He didn’t have much but it is yours,”
“No one contacted me,” Mark fought to register his thoughts. “He really was alright, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, he was. And so are you,”
They talked, making up for lost time. Mark talked about graduating college in Canada, his relationship with Sydney and told her about his work, avoiding most of the details about flogging and submission. Jane talked about graduating, marriage, kids and her faith’s stance on nonviolence and acceptance. Before long it seemed like out times. Nothing unexpected had occurred in either’s life. Each one older yet each one unchanged.
“We’re back,” Sr. shouted from the front yard. Sydney crawled from the truck, shaking her hands and covered in blood. “We’ve got to get you cleaned up. Go around back,”
Mark and Jane came down the porch.
“What happened to you?” Mark asked frantically, searching Sydney from head to toe.
“Relax, Mark,” Sr. prompted. “Your girlfriend is a natural,”
“What!”
“Yeah, turns out I have a knack for killing defenseless animals. It was awesome! I still can’t skip a rock but I can gut a fish like nobody’s business,”
“Dad, what have you done to my woman?” he laughed, looking at the bloody mess that was Sydney. “God, if your assistants could see you now!” he dodged her kiss.
“I didn’t do anything at all,” Sr. grinned for the first time. “She taught me a few things though,”
“Like what?” Jane asked.
“That’s between us. Come on Sydney, let’s hose you down. You can’t go inside like that,” Sr. walked around the side of the house while the hired hand unloaded the truck.
“Sydney, I want to you meet my sister Jane,” Mark said.
“Hi Sydney. Mark had told me so much about you.”
“It’s a pleasure, Jane. Are you staying for dinner?” Sydney asked, stripping out of her shoes and handing them to Mark for disposal.
“No, we have eaten and I have to get the kids home,”
“We you come tomorrow? I should be spic and span by then,”
“Yeah, I will,” Jane nodded, impressed with Mark’s choice.
“Good! Well I’d better go before Sr. comes looking for me. It was nice to meet you, Jane. See you tomorrow,” she trotted around the house.
“I like her,” Jane said, tucking her arm in Mark’s, walking him farther into the yard. “Has she met Cece?”
“They met last night. We had a bonfire,”
“Does she know everything? Have you told her about the baby? Jane dropped her voice.
Mark became tense and exhaled. “No,”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Guilt.”
“You shouldn’t feel guilty, Mark. There was nothing you could do. We all make our own choices.”
“I know but that doesn’t change anything. I feel guilty,” he confessed. They walked along in silence. “Doesn’t anyone else know what happened?”
“No, just you, Cece, and I,”
“Keep it that way. I need time to talk to Sydney.
“You love her, don’t you?” Jane asked.
“So much, it hurts,”