Beg Me: Part Five
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By Tracy Ames
Published on September 8, 2009
Writhing, her stunning bronze body laid spread eagle before them. Her sensitive nipples longed to be handled, she moaned and shivered helplessly bound and needing their touch. Both man walked on either side of her. She fought the urge to move fearing their game would begin again.
“Your wife is beautiful,” Mark said her skin burned under his fingers tracing over her nude body. “Does he tell you how beautiful you are?” he asked his voice was low and smooth as he looked tenderly into her eyes. She shook her head; nervously her eyes darted to her husband then back to Mark. “Don’t worry. I will teach him how to handle you.” He smiled gently then turned his attention to her husband, motioning him to follow.
“Your wife needs you to take control, be a man. That doesn’t mean beating the shit out of her. It means pushing limits, asserting yourself by telling her what you expect of her and allowing her to give it to you. Most women can have an orgasm based on that simple principle alone. But anyone can have an orgasm; you want to move past orgasm. You want to give her an experience that will have her wanting more, you want her to feel needed. The best way to achieve this is to give her what she wants and then take it away; the law of attraction.” Mark said flipping through their papers.
“She enjoys cunnilingus,” Mark continued.
“Very much,” The husband said bashfully.
“And you don’t have a clue what you’re doing, do you?”
“Nothing at all.”
Mark urged him on. “Perfect. A clean slate to work with. I don’t have to un-teach you anything.” They stood over her talking as though she wasn’t there. “First of all, You are the Dom which means you’re responsible for her well being. She is to obey you at all time for your safety as well as hers. If she doesn’t then she should be punished. She has to understand that you have her best interest in mind and will give her what she deserves not what she wants. If she becomes disruptive during a scene by trying to over-control you, you have the power to stop and leave her to suffer the consequences of her actions.
This doesn’t mean you get to treat her like shit nor does it mean she has to shut up and put up with whatever happens. Everything that takes place in a scene should be negotiated before the scene and can re-negotiate during. The most important measure to take is to establish a safe-word. It’s acts as a signal between the two of you,” Mark stops, turning his attention to Greta coughing from the doorway, pointing at her watch. “That’s all the time we have for today. Greta will assist you from here. Have a good evening.”
Preparing to leave for the day, Mark walked to his office with the thoughts of Sydney’s nightmare playing on in his mind. He sat resting his eyes, feet kicked up on the desk, trying to sort out what was bothering her. Over the past couple of weeks, her moods swung between preoccupied and overprotective. All attempts to reach her were quickly dismissed and when pressed; she’d leave. Mark couldn’t make heads or tails of her behavior but he knew that it was just a matter of time before it would come to a head.
He prayed for the strength to handle whatever was coming his way.
******
“I didn’t know you could cook.” Mark remarked to Sydney as he collected their dinner plates from the coffee table.
“I don’t cook, #4 prepared our dinner,” Sydney replied, curling up onto the sofa with her laptop. Mark laughed from the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you have assigned numbers for your assistants. You really have no interest in them?”
“Why should I?” She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. “As long as they’re obedient and productive, why should I give two shits about them?”
“Because they are humans and they live to serve you.” He retorted diplomatically.
“So.”
“So,” Mark came from the kitchen and frowned at her harshness. “So, how about asking their names?”
“No,” She ended the discussion. “Grab your day planner. We need to coordinate our schedules for next week. Mark fetched his book and reclined on the opposite end of the sofa; too exhausted to continue their exchange. “What do you have scheduled next Wednesday?” she asked.
“I’m booked solid until midnight. What about you?”
“Same. What about Thursday?”
“Thursday,” Mark scratched the back of his head, yawning. “I’m busy all day. I’m teaching a rigger course. Luckily I was to move my Friday appointments to Tuesday, which leaves Friday clear for me. You?”
“Thursday I have a couple coming in for corset training and suspension work. But Friday is clear.”
“Syd, I know you wanted this to be a surprise…” he closed his planner. “But where are we going?”
“Iowa.” She smiled faintly but Mark wasn’t amused.
His eyes narrowed. “Not on your fucking life,” he stood and marched to the shower with Sydney following close behind.
“Why not?” she asked.
Brow lowered, he turned and snapped. “Why would I?”
“Because it has been a longtime since you’ve spoken to them,” She maintained her composure under his heavy gaze. “People can change, Mark.”
“Not these people,” he stripped off his shirt balling it in his hand.
“Given enough time, anyone can change. You have to put your proud aside; be open to them. They’re your family and in the end family may be all we have.” She pleaded.
“Don’t preach to me the importance of family,” he glared straight at her. “You claim to have a close connection with your family but I have yet to meet them.”
“Don’t go there,” she warned.
He stepped closer, looming over her. “You brought this on yourself. Every Sunday you go missing for hours with no explanation and then there’s your nightmares. Sydney, I don’t mind being woken up at night if you’re frightened but at some point you’re going to have to talk to me about what’s causing them. Stop fighting me.”
She stared up at him but saw nothing through her fear and anger. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
Mark’s jaws flexed, “No, you don’t owe me an explanation but will you please let me know who’ll be walking through my front door?”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m always the same person.” Her eyes burned with tears that refused to fall. She knew where this conversation was heading and it shook her to the core.
He laughed, “No you’re not. Sometimes you’re perfectly content and other times it feels like you hate me. Do you want me to leave?”
“No!” she wrestled a breath. “I don’t hate you and I don’t want you to leave.” Her nails dug into the palms of her hands.
The bridge of his nose wrinkled with anger. “If you don’t want me to leave then stop pushing me away!” Sydney flinched as he threw his shirt past her. Without another word he walked to the dressing area.
“Oh God,” she mouthed, the muscles of the throat constricted in sync. “I’m not trying to push you away, Mark.” she followed.
He turned, discounting the panic in her eyes. “Funny, but that’s the way it feels. It seems like I should know you by now but I don’t. I’m not one of your nameless assistants; here to serve you but not too closely. I’m your goddamn boyfriend, Sydney. I’m here!” he moved closer, filling the space between them.
“Stop,” Sydney braced her shaking hand against his chest and looked away brushing away the first tear drops.
“What are you so afraid of?” Mark demanded, clasping her hand in place.
The ramparts of her defense collapsed at once; every breath seemed to take more effort than it was worth. Stripped of her armor, she fought the urge to run from the irritation brewing in his down casted eyes. Her heart pounded in her ears, the fear of losing him clouded her thoughts while the dread of full disclosure turned in her gut. One part of her demanded she leave while the other insisted she stay and hold on to what she’d found with Mark.
Her eyes darted side to side like a trapped animal with no way out. “I’m afraid,” She yanked free of his grasp and backed away.
“Afraid of what? Talk to me, Sydney!”
“I’m afraid that if I allow you too close to me that…that you’ll see that I’m broken,” Against her will, she came undone. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Can you leave with a clear conscience now that you know that I’m flawed? Does that make leaving easier?”
Mark had never seen this display of raw vulnerability from Sydney; a rush of concern and guilt came over him as he tried to determine what had he done to cause this sudden violent reaction. He reached for her, wanting nothing more than to ease her troubles, but she recoiled.
“Don’t touch me,” she wept as Mark took her wrist bringing her into his comforting embrace. Her chest heaved against his; the floodgates of her past were standing open for him to scrutinize.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he held her close. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m sorry. You’re not broken.”
“Yes, I am,” she sobbed. “I can’t let anyone near me. You, the one person that understood me, I’ve somehow, managed to push you away. I can’t pretend anymore. I’m not perfect, Mark.”
He held her face gently, peering directly into her watery eyes. “You don’t ever to have to be perfect on my account. It’s alright,” he shook his head quietly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you.”
Sydney lay slumped against his chest, her sorrow palatable. Mark held her in silence; in time he felt her arms snake around his waist and her breathing calmed. Without warning, a tinge of presence touched Mark’s spine, the fine hairs on his neck bristled; his Dom rose then settled. Sydney inhaled sharply and then released slowly.
“Thank you, daddy,” she smiled to herself.
“Would you rather talk about this later?” Mark thumbed away the last of her tears.
Sydney pressed her lips into a smile and shook her head. “No, I’m ready to talk now. I’ll drive.”
Night had fallen and the streets were vacant which, given the way Sydney was handling Mark’s brand new car, was for the best. They’d not spoken more than two words since they left the house. Mark kept his cool and allowed her to open the conversation in due time.
Sydney focused on the road ahead. The tension she thought she’d feel wasn’t there. She was calm, too calm. She had never shared this aspect of her life with anyone yet sharing it with Mark wasn’t difficult. Her urge to run and hide her feelings dissipated with his four simple words, “I’m not leaving you”, all of her fears were set aside. She dare not question why it had been so easy but it had. It was in his actions, his touch, his eyes; he meant every word he said.
“My father was a Dom,” she peered at the road ahead. Her sudden outburst took Mark by surprise. “My mother was his slave. Their families were close in an “ordinary suburban family” kind of way. They were one another’s first loves. Straight out of high school, they left for university. My dad wanted to be an engineer and my mom studied music. After graduating, my dad settled into a cozy 9-5 and mom taught music and sang in a couple of groups on the side. They were bored out of their skulls,” she gave a light chuckle. “My parents tried for years to have a child but it either resulted in a miscarriage or stillbirth,” She took a breath.
“They sought treatment after treatment but nothing worked. It broke my mom’s heart; she wanted a child in the worst way. My dad went along with her; he worshiped the ground she walked on but after so many disappointments he tried to convince her to adopt a child but she wanted her own. Finally, after another year, she stopped trying and it was then that they dove into Kink,”
Mark turned, astonished. “Your parents practice Kink?”
She smiled. “My dad’s reputation as a Dom is the stuff of legends. He was in high demand. And, with my mom at his side, he taught training courses based on his experience in the field. Kink changed my mom; it gave her an outlet, it gave her peace of mind. But when their families discovered what they were up to things became complicated.”
“Let me guess; they didn’t approve.”
“No, they disowned them, cut them off completely. My parents had no one except one another. Then I came along.”
She found a smile but Mark knew it was forced. “Your mom must have been happy she finally had a healthy child after all that time.”
“Oh she was,” her voice perked. “Everything was finally in place. The house, the family, the careers; everything was normal,” she glanced from the road. “Then, when I was four, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer thought to be brought on by the aggressive fertilization treatment she’d undergone. She died just short of my fifth birthday.”
Mark swallowed hard to pass the lump in his throat.
“Her death broke my dad’s heart; he’d devoted his life to her and, just like that, she was gone and we were all alone,” her tears streaked her caramel cheeks. “My dad stopped teaching, got a normal job and threw himself into taking care of me. I couldn’t have asked for anything more. He wasn’t perfect but he was always there. As I got older and better able to understand their lifestyle, he helped me come to terms with that side of me.”
He caressed her face. “You knew early on who you were.”
“I always knew,” Sydney nodded. “I just didn’t understand it; I thought something was wrong with me. But he was never the same after my mom died. I blame myself for her death and his misery. If it wasn’t for me, she would be here and they would’ve been happy.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Sydney. Your parents loved each other. That is why they wanted children. They wouldn’t have been happy until they had a child.”
“You sound like my dad!” She laughed “He says the same thing all the time.”
“So you see, he’s right.” His mood lightened. “You can’t dispute two men.”
Her eyes danced over his face. “I guess not.” She turned into the cemetery and pulled along the side of the walking path. “Come on. It’s a short walk from here.”
Mark hurried from the car, catching her in stride. “Where are we going?”
Sydney tucked her arm into his and pulled him close for warmth. “We are going to visit my parents. This is where I’ve come, every Sunday, for the last few years.”
“Your father is dead?”
“Yeah.”
“But you made it seem…”
“Like he was alive?” she cut in. “To me he is. I come here and he talks to me; I can hear him, he comforts me when I’m hurting.” She pushed through the small gate and unlocked the mausoleum.
Mark entered the cold dimly lit room behind her. Besides the gloomy nature of the structure, it was beautiful; peaceful and quiet. She stood proudly with her hands resting on her parents elaborately carved sarcophagus. “These are my parents, Dr. Sidney Cummings and Mrs. Annabelle Cummings. Mom, dad; this is Mark.”
He slowly unwrapped from his coat and placed it on the bench and stood erect, head turn to the right with a raised eye brow. “He’s here isn’t he?” His Dom rose and he grinned. “Hello,” he called, his eyed skirted the room.
Sydney pressed her lips together. “You can feel can him can’t you?”
“Of course,” he swaggered towards her, tracing his fingers over the sarcophagus. “A strong Dom can always feel another strong Dom’s presence. I felt him a little while ago, at home. I didn’t know what it was at the time but know I know it was him.”
Sydney covered her mouth in relief. “I’m not crazy?”
“No you’re not crazy. You’re stubborn as hell but you’re not crazy,” Mark laughed and cupped her face. “And you’re not broken…you just haven’t healed.”
Her chin trembled in the hands. “I haven’t, have I?”
“No, you haven’t but we’ll work through it together,” he promised. “So this is why you are dead set on reuniting me with my family.”
“I know what it’s like to be alone, with no family. It’s horrible. I can’t help but think if my family had been able to work through their differences early on, there wouldn’t be such a divide now. By the time they came around, my dad was dying and I was an adult; I don’t know those people. I reached out to them and we’ve made our peace. But I still don’t have a family; I’m alone. The only family I’ve ever known are in these boxes”
“You have me. I love you, Sydney” He gazed deep into her eyes and realized this was the first time he’d spoken the words he’d felt for months. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Sydney mimicked his expression. “Is it odd that we’ve come to this epiphany in here?” she gestured to the room.
“Nah,” Mark threw back his head. “With us, ‘this’ is par for the course. ‘This’ is normal for us. If it had happened differently, that would have been unsettling.”
Sydney collapsed laughing on his chest and sighed. “You’re right. When we met, we tried to screw each others brains out and you asked me to be your girlfriend mid-stroke. Yeah, I’d say us declaring our love in front of a roaring fire would be a bit out of place.”
“No one would ever believe us. But I do love you woman.”
“I love you too.” She sighed kissing his down turned lips. “Let’s go home before we get kicked out of here.”
“Dr. Cummings, I’ll take care of her.” He whispered as he buttoned her coat and retrieved his from the bench. “Do you need a minute alone?”
She tilted her head. “I think I’m going to be alright. We can go.”
Mark stepped out into the night as Sydney turned off the light and said her goodbyes.
“Sydney, he’s the one,” her father whispered.
“I know,” she smiled.
******
“What time is it?” Sydney asked as Mark crawled into bed.
He looked over at the clock. “Two o’clock. I thought you would be asleep by now. You’ve had a rough day.” He said, bringing her into his arms.
“No, I feel so much better now that you know everything about me. I feel whole.”
“Good. You seem peaceful.”
“I am,” Sydney said playfully rubbing her hand over his bare chest. He knew what this meant.
“Do not worry, I’ll still take good care of you.” he said with a devilish smile.
“You’d better.” she said pulling her night shirt over her head leaving her sitting nude atop him.
Her nipples harden, her large round breast awaited his touch. “You are so beautiful.” he said gathering her breast in his hand, sucking and kissing them lightly.
“I know.” she moaned.
“Are you going to start that game again? he said biting her nipple gently.
“Yes, I need it rough.” she said placing his hand around her throat. He removed it.
“Not tonight. Tonight I am going to do something that I should have done a long time ago” he said placing both hands on either side of her face, he kissed her deeply, gently biting her lips and sucking them. She was accustomed to his passionate kisses, he was the best kisser she’d ever been with, but he was taking it to an entirely different level; he was making love to her. Releasing her face, he lightly traced his finger tips down the center of her back leaving a path of electricity in his wake.
Sydney looped her arms around his shoulders and ran her hands unhurried through his hair. Her body was alive with desire knowing that he was the only man that could satisfy her needs. She felt his muscular arms constrict with each moment as she lay naked against his bare chest. Embracing the back of his neck, she submitted to him. Her mind spun with desire as his tongue had its way with her mouth, his lips caressing hers, softly sucking and releasing them only to take possession of them once more. Breaking for air, she exhaled lightly, rolling her head back as he continued down her neck; each kiss of his lips sent her deeper into his erotic spell.
“Oh Mark.” she moaned lightly as he tenderly sucked her nipples, devouring her tits slowly. “Take your time. You know how I like it. Her chest heaved as his warm mouth played between her soft mound of flesh. “I love when you tease me. Oh don’t stop.” She said arching to meet his lips. He settled her. Carefully he flipped her over on her back and positioned himself between her legs.
“Please don’t move. I do not want to hurt you, baby.” he said kissing a sensual trail down her caramel body, his hand gliding down either side of her legs. He stopped and kissed her stomach just below her navel, “I’m so glad you told me everything.” Softly he kissed her pussy lips. “Now I’ll know how to really get you off.”
“Oh that’s good.” she cried as he drew back the hood of her clit and sucked it letting out a low moan. Releasing her clit, he rubbed his head on her inner thigh before returning to his feast, he gently played her clit and pussy with his lips and tongue, causing her to moan incoherently. “Mark, eat my pussy. Suck it just like that. Oh God you’re perfect.” she cried lightly pulling at the sheets; he moved two fingers into her, pumping in and out in steady, fluid motion.
“I could cum just eating your pussy.” he said sending her into orgasm.
She called out to him as her pussy rolled against his mouth. Mark braced her from crashing into his face. “Oooh!” she panted as her orgasm subsided still sending waves through her. Mark kissed his way back up to her lips.
“Are you happy?” he asked. Unable to speak, Sydney nodded. “Good. Please tell me if I hurt you.” he said slowly sliding his long thick cock inside of her slick pussy.
“Oh shit.” They both cried melting into one another. Their bodies, called out to one another. Each giving the other what it most needed. Sydney spread her legs as far as she could manage as Mark took long, deep, slow strokes into her.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop until I get enough.” She moaned in his ear.
“Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”
“Never. Mark don’t hold back, give me everything you’ve got.
“Damn you’re tight. Please tell me if I hurt you.” he said working her pussy as if this were their first time. She threw her arms around his neck drawing him closer, kissing him deeply; she rolled her hips to meet his strokes. ‘Oh God woman!” he continued playing her pussy like a flute.
“Mark, I want to ride you.” She said between breaths.
“No. Tonight you’re all mine,” he said driving into her a little more forcefully, “….and I’m going to wear your ass out.”
“Oh God yeah, oh God yeah…please please Mark…keep going…fuck me harder! Oh God I’m cumming!” she screamed as she held on to him for dear life.
Feeling her pussy constrict around his cock he pumped his load deep inside of her, grabbing the sides of her pillow to stop himself from ripping into her too hard. “Fuck, Sydney I’m cumming!” he cried; his body jerked into hers, her body welcomed his cum.
Allowing his breathing to settle, Mark pulled out of her pussy and lay beside her, she rolled into his arms. “Baby, that was…wow!” she said trying to form an audible coherent sentence.
Mark gave a wicked laugh. “I’m not done yet. Turn your ass over.”
For Your Viewing Pleasure...."Beg Me" Part Five
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
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
Beg Me: Part Five
Writhing, her stunning bronze body laid spread eagle before them. Her sensitive nipples longed to be handled, she moaned and shivered helplessly bound and needing their touch. Both man walked on either side of her. She fought the urge to move fearing their game would begin again.
“Your wife is beautiful,” Mark said her skin burned under his fingers tracing over her nude body. “Does he tell you how beautiful you are?” he asked his voice was low and smooth as he looked tenderly into her eyes. She shook her head; nervously her eyes darted to her husband then back to Mark. “Don’t worry. I will teach him how to handle you.” He smiled gently then turned his attention to her husband, motioning him to follow.
“Your wife needs you to take control, be a man. That doesn’t mean beating the shit out of her. It means pushing limits, asserting yourself by telling her what you expect of her and allowing her to give it to you. Most women can have an orgasm based on that simple principle alone. But anyone can have an orgasm; you want to move past orgasm. You want to give her an experience that will have her wanting more, you want her to feel needed. The best way to achieve this is to give her what she wants and then take it away; the law of attraction.” Mark said flipping through their papers.
“She enjoys cunnilingus,” Mark continued.
“Very much,” The husband said bashfully.
“And you don’t have a clue what you’re doing, do you?”
“Nothing at all.”
Mark urged him on. “Perfect. A clean slate to work with. I don’t have to un-teach you anything.” They stood over her talking as though she wasn’t there. “First of all, You are the Dom which means you’re responsible for her well being. She is to obey you at all time for your safety as well as hers. If she doesn’t then she should be punished. She has to understand that you have her best interest in mind and will give her what she deserves not what she wants. If she becomes disruptive during a scene by trying to over-control you, you have the power to stop and leave her to suffer the consequences of her actions.
This doesn’t mean you get to treat her like shit nor does it mean she has to shut up and put up with whatever happens. Everything that takes place in a scene should be negotiated before the scene and can re-negotiate during. The most important measure to take is to establish a safe-word. It’s acts as a signal between the two of you,” Mark stops, turning his attention to Greta coughing from the doorway, pointing at her watch. “That’s all the time we have for today. Greta will assist you from here. Have a good evening.”
Preparing to leave for the day, Mark walked to his office with the thoughts of Sydney’s nightmare playing on in his mind. He sat resting his eyes, feet kicked up on the desk, trying to sort out what was bothering her. Over the past couple of weeks, her moods swung between preoccupied and overprotective. All attempts to reach her were quickly dismissed and when pressed; she’d leave. Mark couldn’t make heads or tails of her behavior but he knew that it was just a matter of time before it would come to a head.
He prayed for the strength to handle whatever was coming his way.
******
“I didn’t know you could cook.” Mark remarked to Sydney as he collected their dinner plates from the coffee table.
“I don’t cook, #4 prepared our dinner,” Sydney replied, curling up onto the sofa with her laptop. Mark laughed from the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you have assigned numbers for your assistants. You really have no interest in them?”
“Why should I?” She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. “As long as they’re obedient and productive, why should I give two shits about them?”
“Because they are humans and they live to serve you.” He retorted diplomatically.
“So.”
“So,” Mark came from the kitchen and frowned at her harshness. “So, how about asking their names?”
“No,” She ended the discussion. “Grab your day planner. We need to coordinate our schedules for next week. Mark fetched his book and reclined on the opposite end of the sofa; too exhausted to continue their exchange. “What do you have scheduled next Wednesday?” she asked.
“I’m booked solid until midnight. What about you?”
“Same. What about Thursday?”
“Thursday,” Mark scratched the back of his head, yawning. “I’m busy all day. I’m teaching a rigger course. Luckily I was to move my Friday appointments to Tuesday, which leaves Friday clear for me. You?”
“Thursday I have a couple coming in for corset training and suspension work. But Friday is clear.”
“Syd, I know you wanted this to be a surprise…” he closed his planner. “But where are we going?”
“Iowa.” She smiled faintly but Mark wasn’t amused.
His eyes narrowed. “Not on your fucking life,” he stood and marched to the shower with Sydney following close behind.
“Why not?” she asked.
Brow lowered, he turned and snapped. “Why would I?”
“Because it has been a longtime since you’ve spoken to them,” She maintained her composure under his heavy gaze. “People can change, Mark.”
“Not these people,” he stripped off his shirt balling it in his hand.
“Given enough time, anyone can change. You have to put your proud aside; be open to them. They’re your family and in the end family may be all we have.” She pleaded.
“Don’t preach to me the importance of family,” he glared straight at her. “You claim to have a close connection with your family but I have yet to meet them.”
“Don’t go there,” she warned.
He stepped closer, looming over her. “You brought this on yourself. Every Sunday you go missing for hours with no explanation and then there’s your nightmares. Sydney, I don’t mind being woken up at night if you’re frightened but at some point you’re going to have to talk to me about what’s causing them. Stop fighting me.”
She stared up at him but saw nothing through her fear and anger. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
Mark’s jaws flexed, “No, you don’t owe me an explanation but will you please let me know who’ll be walking through my front door?”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m always the same person.” Her eyes burned with tears that refused to fall. She knew where this conversation was heading and it shook her to the core.
He laughed, “No you’re not. Sometimes you’re perfectly content and other times it feels like you hate me. Do you want me to leave?”
“No!” she wrestled a breath. “I don’t hate you and I don’t want you to leave.” Her nails dug into the palms of her hands.
The bridge of his nose wrinkled with anger. “If you don’t want me to leave then stop pushing me away!” Sydney flinched as he threw his shirt past her. Without another word he walked to the dressing area.
“Oh God,” she mouthed, the muscles of the throat constricted in sync. “I’m not trying to push you away, Mark.” she followed.
He turned, discounting the panic in her eyes. “Funny, but that’s the way it feels. It seems like I should know you by now but I don’t. I’m not one of your nameless assistants; here to serve you but not too closely. I’m your goddamn boyfriend, Sydney. I’m here!” he moved closer, filling the space between them.
“Stop,” Sydney braced her shaking hand against his chest and looked away brushing away the first tear drops.
“What are you so afraid of?” Mark demanded, clasping her hand in place.
The ramparts of her defense collapsed at once; every breath seemed to take more effort than it was worth. Stripped of her armor, she fought the urge to run from the irritation brewing in his down casted eyes. Her heart pounded in her ears, the fear of losing him clouded her thoughts while the dread of full disclosure turned in her gut. One part of her demanded she leave while the other insisted she stay and hold on to what she’d found with Mark.
Her eyes darted side to side like a trapped animal with no way out. “I’m afraid,” She yanked free of his grasp and backed away.
“Afraid of what? Talk to me, Sydney!”
“I’m afraid that if I allow you too close to me that…that you’ll see that I’m broken,” Against her will, she came undone. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Can you leave with a clear conscience now that you know that I’m flawed? Does that make leaving easier?”
Mark had never seen this display of raw vulnerability from Sydney; a rush of concern and guilt came over him as he tried to determine what had he done to cause this sudden violent reaction. He reached for her, wanting nothing more than to ease her troubles, but she recoiled.
“Don’t touch me,” she wept as Mark took her wrist bringing her into his comforting embrace. Her chest heaved against his; the floodgates of her past were standing open for him to scrutinize.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he held her close. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m sorry. You’re not broken.”
“Yes, I am,” she sobbed. “I can’t let anyone near me. You, the one person that understood me, I’ve somehow, managed to push you away. I can’t pretend anymore. I’m not perfect, Mark.”
He held her face gently, peering directly into her watery eyes. “You don’t ever to have to be perfect on my account. It’s alright,” he shook his head quietly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you.”
Sydney lay slumped against his chest, her sorrow palatable. Mark held her in silence; in time he felt her arms snake around his waist and her breathing calmed. Without warning, a tinge of presence touched Mark’s spine, the fine hairs on his neck bristled; his Dom rose then settled. Sydney inhaled sharply and then released slowly.
“Thank you, daddy,” she smiled to herself.
“Would you rather talk about this later?” Mark thumbed away the last of her tears.
Sydney pressed her lips into a smile and shook her head. “No, I’m ready to talk now. I’ll drive.”
Beg Me: Part Five
Night had fallen and the streets were vacant which, given the way Sydney was handling Mark’s brand new car, was for the best. They’d not spoken more than two words since they left the house. Mark kept his cool and allowed her to open the conversation in due time.
Sydney focused on the road ahead. The tension she thought she’d feel wasn’t there. She was calm, too calm. She had never shared this aspect of her life with anyone yet sharing it with Mark wasn’t difficult. Her urge to run and hide her feelings dissipated with his four simple words, “I’m not leaving you”, all of her fears were set aside. She dare not question why it had been so easy but it had. It was in his actions, his touch, his eyes; he meant every word he said.
“My father was a Dom,” she peered at the road ahead. Her sudden outburst took Mark by surprise. “My mother was his slave. Their families were close in an “ordinary suburban family” kind of way. They were one another’s first loves. Straight out of high school, they left for university. My dad wanted to be an engineer and my mom studied music. After graduating, my dad settled into a cozy 9-5 and mom taught music and sang in a couple of groups on the side. They were bored out of their skulls,” she gave a light chuckle. “My parents tried for years to have a child but it either resulted in a miscarriage or stillbirth,” She took a breath.
“They sought treatment after treatment but nothing worked. It broke my mom’s heart; she wanted a child in the worst way. My dad went along with her; he worshiped the ground she walked on but after so many disappointments he tried to convince her to adopt a child but she wanted her own. Finally, after another year, she stopped trying and it was then that they dove into Kink,”
Mark turned, astonished. “Your parents practice Kink?”
She smiled. “My dad’s reputation as a Dom is the stuff of legends. He was in high demand. And, with my mom at his side, he taught training courses based on his experience in the field. Kink changed my mom; it gave her an outlet, it gave her peace of mind. But when their families discovered what they were up to things became complicated.”
“Let me guess; they didn’t approve.”
“No, they disowned them, cut them off completely. My parents had no one except one another. Then I came along.”
She found a smile but Mark knew it was forced. “Your mom must have been happy she finally had a healthy child after all that time.”
“Oh she was,” her voice perked. “Everything was finally in place. The house, the family, the careers; everything was normal,” she glanced from the road. “Then, when I was four, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer thought to be brought on by the aggressive fertilization treatment she’d undergone. She died just short of my fifth birthday.”
Mark swallowed hard to pass the lump in his throat.
“Her death broke my dad’s heart; he’d devoted his life to her and, just like that, she was gone and we were all alone,” her tears streaked her caramel cheeks. “My dad stopped teaching, got a normal job and threw himself into taking care of me. I couldn’t have asked for anything more. He wasn’t perfect but he was always there. As I got older and better able to understand their lifestyle, he helped me come to terms with that side of me.”
He caressed her face. “You knew early on who you were.”
“I always knew,” Sydney nodded. “I just didn’t understand it; I thought something was wrong with me. But he was never the same after my mom died. I blame myself for her death and his misery. If it wasn’t for me, she would be here and they would’ve been happy.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Sydney. Your parents loved each other. That is why they wanted children. They wouldn’t have been happy until they had a child.”
“You sound like my dad!” She laughed “He says the same thing all the time.”
“So you see, he’s right.” His mood lightened. “You can’t dispute two men.”
Her eyes danced over his face. “I guess not.” She turned into the cemetery and pulled along the side of the walking path. “Come on. It’s a short walk from here.”
Mark hurried from the car, catching her in stride. “Where are we going?”
Sydney tucked her arm into his and pulled him close for warmth. “We are going to visit my parents. This is where I’ve come, every Sunday, for the last few years.”
“Your father is dead?”
“Yeah.”
“But you made it seem…”
“Like he was alive?” she cut in. “To me he is. I come here and he talks to me; I can hear him, he comforts me when I’m hurting.” She pushed through the small gate and unlocked the mausoleum.
Mark entered the cold dimly lit room behind her. Besides the gloomy nature of the structure, it was beautiful; peaceful and quiet. She stood proudly with her hands resting on her parents elaborately carved sarcophagus. “These are my parents, Dr. Sidney Cummings and Mrs. Annabelle Cummings. Mom, dad; this is Mark.”
He slowly unwrapped from his coat and placed it on the bench and stood erect, head turn to the right with a raised eye brow. “He’s here isn’t he?” His Dom rose and he grinned. “Hello,” he called, his eyed skirted the room.
Sydney pressed her lips together. “You can feel can him can’t you?”
“Of course,” he swaggered towards her, tracing his fingers over the sarcophagus. “A strong Dom can always feel another strong Dom’s presence. I felt him a little while ago, at home. I didn’t know what it was at the time but know I know it was him.”
Sydney covered her mouth in relief. “I’m not crazy?”
“No you’re not crazy. You’re stubborn as hell but you’re not crazy,” Mark laughed and cupped her face. “And you’re not broken…you just haven’t healed.”
Her chin trembled in the hands. “I haven’t, have I?”
“No, you haven’t but we’ll work through it together,” he promised. “So this is why you are dead set on reuniting me with my family.”
“I know what it’s like to be alone, with no family. It’s horrible. I can’t help but think if my family had been able to work through their differences early on, there wouldn’t be such a divide now. By the time they came around, my dad was dying and I was an adult; I don’t know those people. I reached out to them and we’ve made our peace. But I still don’t have a family; I’m alone. The only family I’ve ever known are in these boxes”
“You have me. I love you, Sydney” He gazed deep into her eyes and realized this was the first time he’d spoken the words he’d felt for months. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Sydney mimicked his expression. “Is it odd that we’ve come to this epiphany in here?” she gestured to the room.
“Nah,” Mark threw back his head. “With us, ‘this’ is par for the course. ‘This’ is normal for us. If it had happened differently, that would have been unsettling.”
Sydney collapsed laughing on his chest and sighed. “You’re right. When we met, we tried to screw each others brains out and you asked me to be your girlfriend mid-stroke. Yeah, I’d say us declaring our love in front of a roaring fire would be a bit out of place.”
“No one would ever believe us. But I do love you woman.”
“I love you too.” She sighed kissing his down turned lips. “Let’s go home before we get kicked out of here.”
“Dr. Cummings, I’ll take care of her.” He whispered as he buttoned her coat and retrieved his from the bench. “Do you need a minute alone?”
She tilted her head. “I think I’m going to be alright. We can go.”
Mark stepped out into the night as Sydney turned off the light and said her goodbyes.
“Sydney, he’s the one,” her father whispered.
“I know,” she smiled.
******
“What time is it?” Sydney asked as Mark crawled into bed.
He looked over at the clock. “Two o’clock. I thought you would be asleep by now. You’ve had a rough day.” He said, bringing her into his arms.
“No, I feel so much better now that you know everything about me. I feel whole.”
“Good. You seem peaceful.”
“I am,” Sydney said playfully rubbing her hand over his bare chest. He knew what this meant.
“Do not worry, I’ll still take good care of you.” he said with a devilish smile.
“You’d better.” she said pulling her night shirt over her head leaving her sitting nude atop him.
Her nipples harden, her large round breast awaited his touch. “You are so beautiful.” he said gathering her breast in his hand, sucking and kissing them lightly.
“I know.” she moaned.
“Are you going to start that game again? he said biting her nipple gently.
“Yes, I need it rough.” she said placing his hand around her throat. He removed it.
“Not tonight. Tonight I am going to do something that I should have done a long time ago” he said placing both hands on either side of her face, he kissed her deeply, gently biting her lips and sucking them. She was accustomed to his passionate kisses, he was the best kisser she’d ever been with, but he was taking it to an entirely different level; he was making love to her. Releasing her face, he lightly traced his finger tips down the center of her back leaving a path of electricity in his wake.
Sydney looped her arms around his shoulders and ran her hands unhurried through his hair. Her body was alive with desire knowing that he was the only man that could satisfy her needs. She felt his muscular arms constrict with each moment as she lay naked against his bare chest. Embracing the back of his neck, she submitted to him. Her mind spun with desire as his tongue had its way with her mouth, his lips caressing hers, softly sucking and releasing them only to take possession of them once more. Breaking for air, she exhaled lightly, rolling her head back as he continued down her neck; each kiss of his lips sent her deeper into his erotic spell.
“Oh Mark.” she moaned lightly as he tenderly sucked her nipples, devouring her tits slowly. “Take your time. You know how I like it. Her chest heaved as his warm mouth played between her soft mound of flesh. “I love when you tease me. Oh don’t stop.” She said arching to meet his lips. He settled her. Carefully he flipped her over on her back and positioned himself between her legs.
“Please don’t move. I do not want to hurt you, baby.” he said kissing a sensual trail down her caramel body, his hand gliding down either side of her legs. He stopped and kissed her stomach just below her navel, “I’m so glad you told me everything.” Softly he kissed her pussy lips. “Now I’ll know how to really get you off.”
“Oh that’s good.” she cried as he drew back the hood of her clit and sucked it letting out a low moan. Releasing her clit, he rubbed his head on her inner thigh before returning to his feast, he gently played her clit and pussy with his lips and tongue, causing her to moan incoherently. “Mark, eat my pussy. Suck it just like that. Oh God you’re perfect.” she cried lightly pulling at the sheets; he moved two fingers into her, pumping in and out in steady, fluid motion.
“I could cum just eating your pussy.” he said sending her into orgasm.
She called out to him as her pussy rolled against his mouth. Mark braced her from crashing into his face. “Oooh!” she panted as her orgasm subsided still sending waves through her. Mark kissed his way back up to her lips.
“Are you happy?” he asked. Unable to speak, Sydney nodded. “Good. Please tell me if I hurt you.” he said slowly sliding his long thick cock inside of her slick pussy.
“Oh shit.” They both cried melting into one another. Their bodies, called out to one another. Each giving the other what it most needed. Sydney spread her legs as far as she could manage as Mark took long, deep, slow strokes into her.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop until I get enough.” She moaned in his ear.
“Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”
“Never. Mark don’t hold back, give me everything you’ve got.
“Damn you’re tight. Please tell me if I hurt you.” he said working her pussy as if this were their first time. She threw her arms around his neck drawing him closer, kissing him deeply; she rolled her hips to meet his strokes. ‘Oh God woman!” he continued playing her pussy like a flute.
“Mark, I want to ride you.” She said between breaths.
“No. Tonight you’re all mine,” he said driving into her a little more forcefully, “….and I’m going to wear your ass out.”
“Oh God yeah, oh God yeah…please please Mark…keep going…fuck me harder! Oh God I’m cumming!” she screamed as she held on to him for dear life.
Feeling her pussy constrict around his cock he pumped his load deep inside of her, grabbing the sides of her pillow to stop himself from ripping into her too hard. “Fuck, Sydney I’m cumming!” he cried; his body jerked into hers, her body welcomed his cum.
Allowing his breathing to settle, Mark pulled out of her pussy and lay beside her, she rolled into his arms. “Baby, that was…wow!” she said trying to form an audible coherent sentence.
Mark gave a wicked laugh. “I’m not done yet. Turn your ass over.”