Yet again Mark had awoken to an empty flat. At first he hadn’t thought much of Sydney’s disappearances however over the last few weeks this had become somewhat of a trend; happening at least once a week. However, just like everything else in life, he wrote it off to fickle nature of human behavior and didn’t question it; figuring that if it was meant for him to know then, in time, Sydney would talk. If there was one thing he’d learned from his past relationships it was not to press an issue that wasn’t an issue. They were friends, nothing else. Her disappearing acts were her private affairs and had nothing to do with him.


Unconcerned beyond social politeness, Mark left Sydney a voice message and got on with his night, first hitting the gym, and then the market before returning home and popped in some vintage jazz while preparing for the work week ahead.



      “Hello,” Mark yawned leaning back is his office chair.


      “Sir,” a female voice said. “Sorry for calling so late but I missed you earlier.”


      “No problem. What’s going on?”


      “You have an early appointment that I forgot to put on your calendar. I hope this doesn’t pose a problem.”


Mark exhaled, closing his eyes in frustration. “How early and what are you talking about?”


      “Eight o’clock,” trepidation flooded her tone. “I’m sorry. You have an eight o’clock spanking with Mrs. Fuller.” Greta, Mark’s assistant, awaited his wrath. She had every reason to be concerned, Mark’s dead silence seethed controlled rage. “Hello?” she asked lightly.


      “Greta, you waiting until eleven o’clock on Sunday to mention I have an eight o’clock appointment,” he covered his eyes with his forearm. “I’m overbooked as it is and now I have to wake up at the crack of dawn to spank someone. We’ve had this discussion already, no more than two clients a day. Are you deliberately trying to kill me? Don’t answer that. Just clear my schedule for the next week. Call one of the other Doms and work something out, if no one is available then cancel the sessions; they’ll get over it. Is there anything else I should know about?”


      “No sir.” She cowered.


      “Fine.” Mark hung up. “Damnit!”




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Two hours later as Mark laid face-down soundly asleep, the phone rang again. “Greta,” he mumbled under his breath. “What the hell did you forget now?” reaching for the phone blindly.


      “Hello,” he said groggy.


      “Hi Mark,” Sydney said low.


Mark squinted at the clock. “Syd, what are you doing up so late?”


      “I can’t sleep. I’m sorry for the way I left but I had an appointment,” she replied


There was something in her voice that made Mark sit up in bed. It was frustration. It was unhappiness. “It doesn’t matter. I left you a voice message earlier,” they fell silent. “Come over. I have an appointment at eight o’clock but….”


      “No, you don’t,” Sydney cut him off. “A friend of mine owed me a favor. He’s taking your client.” She said with a note of arrogance.


Mark smiled in response. “You can be such a bitch. How did you get access to…” he started then instantly answered his own question. “Greta. Greta gave you my schedule.”


      “You have to replace her, Mark. She committed the cardinal sin; she gave your privy information to strangers. She didn’t know me from the man on the moon and I managed to sweet-talk her into giving me your schedule. Greta has grown too comfortable with you.”


      “Is that why you treat your assistants like shit?” he teased.


      “Yes, well that and the fact that I have four assistants to your one,” Sydney laughed. “If I involved myself in their lives, I’d never get any work done. I’d rather keep things on a professional level; keep them on their toes.”

      “You, mixing business with pleasure; it’s never going to happen.”


      “You’re damn right it won’t! Never the twain shall meet.” She said ribbed. The inertness in her tone now relaxed. In the silence of that moment they realized the pull of the other. It wasn’t abnormal for one Dom to ‘feel’ another walk into a crowded room but there was something eerily simplistic, hauntingly so, about their connection. They could ‘feel’ one another’s biorhythms.


      “Sydney, are you alright?” he asked sincerely.


      “I’m tired and dreading the long week ahead.” she lowered herself in bed.


      “Come over.”


      “Do you think that’s a good idea?”


      “Are you sure it’s not?” Mark responded flatly.


      “That doesn’t answer my question. Don’t put this on me.”


“It is on you because you’re the only one concerned about it.” Mark observed stubbornly.


      “This is coming from the same man who said we shouldn’t sleep together too often because our clients will wonder what’s happened to us.” She mocked.


     “People change.” He retorted.


     “Change is not always a good thing.” Sydney snapped back.


Mark slapped his face wrinkled with irritation. “Do you have an answer for everything?”


     “Yes, I do.” She had won this battle of wits leaving him speechless.


      “The door will be open. Get your ass over here.” His baritone voice directed then hung up with no further words.



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Another hour went but before Sydney stepped into Mark’s darkened flat. She called to him but there was no reply. Figuring he had gone back to bed, she locked the door and dropped her purse and coat on the sofa.


       “Mark,” she called again walking down the hall towards his bedroom. Suddenly, she felt the back of her hair being pulled forcefully, almost knocking her off balance before slamming against Mark’s rock hard body, his arm wrapped around her waist. She yelped in ecstasy as she felt the warmth of his panty-dropping words against right ear.


      “Don’t ever keep me waiting.”


Her knees turned to jelly under his control. “What will happen if I do?”


      “Don’t try me, Sydney,” he turned her around, pulled her head back baring her throat to him and kissed her mouth, her chin, her throat; alternating between sucking gently, biting hard, and trailing his open mouth hungrily along the lines of her neck.


       “Oh my God,” she moaned, panting ragged feeling his erection against her stomach. He continued ravishing her with bestial earnests until certain she was dripping wet. Then, in one motion, Mark turned her around, pressed her body into the wall with the force of unbridled lust; the pressure of his weight leaned into her back.


       “I meant what I said. Don’t ever keep me waiting,” He took her hands, gripped them behind her back and used them to push her ahead of him to the bedroom. He undressed her with lightening speed and pushed her onto the bed, she expected him to devour her whole in a maddening rush but he didn’t. His tempo slowed as his heated gazed crawled over her nude body.


Mark moved over her, their eyes met and he began kissing her with slow drawn prowess, easing her legs up, bending them at the knees on either side of him. Sydney could feel his titanium hard cock pressing against her pussy. Her mouth stifled her cries of impending orgasm. She ached for him to fuck her silly, to take her as only he could, to do whatever he wanted; in short, she needed him, long, hard and continuously.


He moved his hand to her neck and squeezed gently, his cornflower blue eyes focused intensely on hers. Her eyes rolled into her head as she felt him simultaneously fingering her pussy. The pressure around her neck increased slightly as did the stimulation below and the intensity in his gaze until she cried out in orgasm. Mark loosened his grip, watching her calmly pant in full afterglow.
 

      “Would you like more?”


       Sydney nodded.


      “Would you like me to fuck you?” he said in his most commanding Dom voice.


She nodded vigorously, her eyes unmoved from his. “Ooohh,” she cried, as she felt the wholeness of his cock move desperately inside of her, abrasive against her tender walls, the combination of pain and pleasure produced unyielding waves of euphoric bliss deep inside of her.


He thrust harder and leaned forward whispering into her ear. “You feel so damn good, Sydney. I want you to be mine. Would you like that?” His words, his cock, his forcefulness had her on the brink of screaming of aloud. “Do you want to be mine, only mine?”


His cock coaxed her reply out of her in short order. “Oh fuck yes,” she gave way to orgasm and him….totally and completely.