curiosity clear to see in her
wide eyes, the stiff nipples pressing against her t-shirt.
“Figging?”
“Uh-huh. It’s where I get a nice, big piece of ginger and
carve it up into the shape of a penis. Then I push it up inside your rectum.”
Her jaw dropped before she flushed bright-red. Marcus held
in his grin. Barely.
“Y-you can’t do that!”
“Why not? Each time you clench on that piece of ginger, it
will release some of its juices into your asshole. And that’s going to sting.
If I was punishing you, I’d spank you while you held the ginger inside you.
Each time my hand landed, you’d clench and the sting would heat you from the
inside out.”
He stared at her for a long moment. “You’re up to thirty
now, Tink. You want me to go see if I can find some ginger in the kitchen?”
Immediately she dropped the cloth she’d been using and came
to him.
“Strip off those jeans,” he ordered.
With shaking hands, she unbuttoned and peeled the denim off
her legs.
Marcus drew her between his open legs, burying his face against
her stomach. He lifted her long t-shirt, revealing her soft lace panties.
Her breathing quickened as he licked along the top of her
panties, over her flat stomach. He nipped her tummy and she hissed.
“How can that possibly turn me on?” she muttered.
He might have smiled if his attention wasn’t solely focused
on his goal. Her pussy called to him. He wanted to forget everything else, the
phone call he’d just taken, the trouble at Silverton, everything but the woman
standing before him.
Marcus shoved her t-shirt up over her breasts. She trembled,
taking a half step back.
“Stay still,” he growled.
She froze.
He pulled the t-shirt off and threw it away, leaving her
only in those pretty, delicate panties. He stared at her, soaking her beauty in.
“Turn around,” he told her.
“Marcus,” she protested, a tremble in her voice. What was
wrong? He peered up at her? Was she afraid of him? Surely she knew by now that
he wouldn’t hurt her. No, that wasn’t it. She wasn’t afraid. She was shy, nervous.
After everything they’d done?
He clasped her around the hips, holding her steady. “What’s
wrong, Hanna? What are you worrying about?” he asked. He smoothed his hands up,
clasping them around her waist. His fingers touched.
“Talk to me,” he demanded when she remained quiet.
She rolled her eyes. “You can’t just demand I talk to you,
especially when you’re not exactly forthcoming about your feelings.”
He raised his eyebrows. “If you want someone who’ll whisper
sweet nothings in your ear, you’re with the wrong man, Hanna. I’m not about to
suddenly become one of those touchy-feely guys.”
She sighed in exasperation. “Why would I want someone to lie
to me about how gorgeous I am? I’m not a fool, I know how I look. But you’re a
tad bit intimidating when you just stare at me and bark out orders. Most of the
time I have no idea what you’re thinking. I mean, I should be used to it, you’re
like that all the time, but I’m…”
Nearly naked, vulnerable and in need of reassurance. He was
an idiot. He moved her away from him before standing and stripping off his
pants and boxers in one swift move.
Hanna took in a sharp breath. Her gaze moved over him,
looking her fill.
“Never doubt how attractive I find you. You’re so hot that
I’ve spent the last few weeks with a permanent hard-on. I’ve had so many cold
showers in the last few weeks that icicles are starting to form between my
toes.”
She smiled, tension melting.
“Turn around now, Tink.”
She turned slowly and pleasure flooded through him at the
sight of her tight butt encased in pink panties. He cupped a firm cheek,
squeezing lightly.
Hanna made a low noise in her throat.
“Like that?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Answer me out loud.” He tugged her panties down.
“Y-yes sir,” she stuttered.
“Oh, I do enjoy hearing you call me sir. Just for that I’m
going to
wide eyes, the stiff nipples pressing against her t-shirt.
“Figging?”
“Uh-huh. It’s where I get a nice, big piece of ginger and
carve it up into the shape of a penis. Then I push it up inside your rectum.”
Her jaw dropped before she flushed bright-red. Marcus held
in his grin. Barely.
“Y-you can’t do that!”
“Why not? Each time you clench on that piece of ginger, it
will release some of its juices into your asshole. And that’s going to sting.
If I was punishing you, I’d spank you while you held the ginger inside you.
Each time my hand landed, you’d clench and the sting would heat you from the
inside out.”
He stared at her for a long moment. “You’re up to thirty
now, Tink. You want me to go see if I can find some ginger in the kitchen?”
Immediately she dropped the cloth she’d been using and came
to him.
“Strip off those jeans,” he ordered.
With shaking hands, she unbuttoned and peeled the denim off
her legs.
Marcus drew her between his open legs, burying his face against
her stomach. He lifted her long t-shirt, revealing her soft lace panties.
Her breathing quickened as he licked along the top of her
panties, over her flat stomach. He nipped her tummy and she hissed.
“How can that possibly turn me on?” she muttered.
He might have smiled if his attention wasn’t solely focused
on his goal. Her pussy called to him. He wanted to forget everything else, the
phone call he’d just taken, the trouble at Silverton, everything but the woman
standing before him.
Marcus shoved her t-shirt up over her breasts. She trembled,
taking a half step back.
“Stay still,” he growled.
She froze.
He pulled the t-shirt off and threw it away, leaving her
only in those pretty, delicate panties. He stared at her, soaking her beauty in.
“Turn around,” he told her.
“Marcus,” she protested, a tremble in her voice. What was
wrong? He peered up at her? Was she afraid of him? Surely she knew by now that
he wouldn’t hurt her. No, that wasn’t it. She wasn’t afraid. She was shy, nervous.
After everything they’d done?
He clasped her around the hips, holding her steady. “What’s
wrong, Hanna? What are you worrying about?” he asked. He smoothed his hands up,
clasping them around her waist. His fingers touched.
“Talk to me,” he demanded when she remained quiet.
She rolled her eyes. “You can’t just demand I talk to you,
especially when you’re not exactly forthcoming about your feelings.”
He raised his eyebrows. “If you want someone who’ll whisper
sweet nothings in your ear, you’re with the wrong man, Hanna. I’m not about to
suddenly become one of those touchy-feely guys.”
She sighed in exasperation. “Why would I want someone to lie
to me about how gorgeous I am? I’m not a fool, I know how I look. But you’re a
tad bit intimidating when you just stare at me and bark out orders. Most of the
time I have no idea what you’re thinking. I mean, I should be used to it, you’re
like that all the time, but I’m…”
Nearly naked, vulnerable and in need of reassurance. He was
an idiot. He moved her away from him before standing and stripping off his
pants and boxers in one swift move.
Hanna took in a sharp breath. Her gaze moved over him,
looking her fill.
“Never doubt how attractive I find you. You’re so hot that
I’ve spent the last few weeks with a permanent hard-on. I’ve had so many cold
showers in the last few weeks that icicles are starting to form between my
toes.”
She smiled, tension melting.
“Turn around now, Tink.”
She turned slowly and pleasure flooded through him at the
sight of her tight butt encased in pink panties. He cupped a firm cheek,
squeezing lightly.
Hanna made a low noise in her throat.
“Like that?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Answer me out loud.” He tugged her panties down.
“Y-yes sir,” she stuttered.
“Oh, I do enjoy hearing you call me sir. Just for that I’m
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