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Laurel bit her lip as she stared down at the still form of the man on the bed. She'd really done it!
After a month of planning she had Mark just where she wanted him.
Tied to her bed .. Her bed for the night, anyway.
She smiled as she looked around the luxurious hotel suite. Running a hand along the silken comforter, Laurel imagined the way his skin would feel next to hers.
Mark moaned and her heart rose to her throat. He was waking up! There wasn't much time; she had to work fast if her plan was going to be successful.
With gentle hands, Laurel used the special cuffs to secure his hands and feet to the bed. Now, he lay naked and spread-eagle, awaiting her pleasure. A small pang of guilt struck as she looked down at his vulnerable form. She shook it off, however. He was a tomcat and she was just affording herself some of the enjoyment, too.
A tear tracked down her cheek as she studied the man she'd secretly loved from afar for over five long years. He was so handsome; Laurel had to resist the urge to run her fingers along his square jaw to feel the stubble of his five o'clock shadow.
She smiled as she pictured him grinning at her with a lock of his unruly wavy black hair falling over one eye. A knot tightened in her stomach. One look from those chocolate brown eyes, five years ago, and she'd just melted -- lost forever in a sea of unrequited desire.
The man had everything a woman could want. Tall dark good looks, broad shoulders that looked more than sturdy enough to share a girl's troubles and a devil may care smile that hinted at a deep sensuality.
Now, all her waiting was about to come to an end. Laurel was going to find out if he could deliver all the wonderful things those eyes of his promised when she saw them in her dreams.
Was it wrong to want one passionate memory to carry with her to her lonely bed? Something to pull out and remember during the solitary years to come. Surely one brief moment of the passion she's always dreamed of wasn't too much to ask. It wasn't as if he'd ever notice her in the normal scheme of things. This way, he'd have no choice but to notice her.
Resolve firmed her lips and she moved to the bathroom to change.
Mark ran his tongue over dry lips as he came too. He pulled at his arms - then frowned. Looking up, he realized he was tied to the bed. Looking down revealed that he was also completely naked!
All he remembered was a curvy woman with a riot of untamed curls falling around her masked face. They'd been at the Annual Masquerade Ball and he'd been looking forward to unmasking his unnamed temptress.
"W
Would you like something to drink?"
Mark looked up at the hesitant voice from the doorway. It was her, the light from the hall behind lighting her glorious hair on fire.
"What's going on here?"
She sighed, biting her lip pensively. "I'm sorry for drugging you, the man I got it from promised it wouldn't hurt you and that you'd only be out for a small time. I took the chance cause it was the only way I could think of to get you here."
"You couldn't have just asked me up?" he asked incredulously.
"Not without properly introducing myself. I didn't want to do that. I wanted a night of fantasy."
He frowned, suddenly more than a little nervous. "What exactly is your fantasy, lady?"
She smiled, revealing a small dimple in her left cheek. "You are, Mark."
"I am what?"
"You're my fantasy. I'll go get you some water from the fridge in the other room."
Then, she was gone and he was left staring at the empty doorway. As much as he hated feeling helpless, he couldn't help but like the idea of being the fantasy of this Goddess. Maybe he would go with the flow and see what happened.
She returned in no time, leaning over to lift his head for the water, the scent of jasmine and vanilla enveloping him. She helped him drink most of the bottle before he signaled that he'd had enough.
Mark was surprised how much he wanted her back leaning over him when she moved away. He wanted to wallow in her scent until it covered him, became apart of him. He shook his head with a frown. What was wrong with him? Whatever drug she'd slipped him must still be affecting him.
"I promise you won't be hurt. I just wanted a way to be with you without revealing too much of who I am. This was the only way I could think of to do it, but I don't want to hurt you, far from it."
He watched her as she stood, setting the bottle on the nightstand by the bed. She was dressed in a creamy silk robe, and by the interesting movement of her body, he surmised that beneath it, she was nude.
Those golden curls hung down her back in a tousled mass that begged a man to lose himself in it. The silly mask from the ball still covered the top part of her face, yet something was familiar about those lips and the dimple. A memory niggled at the edge of his mind but he couldn't quite catch it.
Suddenly, she seemed quite unsure of herself as she stood there fidgeting with the belt on her robe.
Mark realized all at once, that he didn't want her to chicken out; he desperately needed her to finish what she'd started. He could sort it all out later, but now, he wanted what she had to offer.
"Losing your nerve, Goddess?" he asked tauntingly.
Laurel's chin lifted defiantly at the challenge in his tone. He was right, sweet little Laurel would never do anything so bold, but tonight she wasn't Laurel. She was a Goddess and could do anything she wanted.
He watched as determined fingers moved to the sash of her robe, "Just so you know
when I get loose, I'm going to paddle that sweet ass of yours
and then, I'm going to take you, until you beg me to stop."
The breath caught in her throat with a little gasp at his threat. The rush of heat between her thighs and the answering flush in her cheeks shocked Laurel.
Mark noted her response to his words and stored it away for future reference. "Get on with the show, Goldilocks I ain't getting any younger," he said in an almost bored tone.
Drawing herself up to her full height of 5'3", Laurel dropped the robe and then had the satisfaction of watching himnow gasp as she stood proudly before him.
His mouth went dry again as he stared at the bounty before him. She was perfect! High full breasts, tiny waist, rounded hips, lovely limbs and dainty white feet tipped in red.
As his eyes moved back to her face, she licked her full lips, bringing him fully to life.
Laurel studied him, his body's response suddenly made her feel more bold and confident. She walked to the bed and ran a finger along the inside of his thigh and up to his erection.
Leaning over him, she pressed her breasts against him as she placed a teasing kiss on his lips. She had to bite back a groan of her own when their skin touched. He felt so darn good against her.
Bringing herself back under control, she wrapped a firm hand around him and smiled triumphantly. "Is this for me?"
Mark smiled the lazy smile of a lion not far from pouncing. "You better believe it. Question is - do you know what to do with it?"
"I'll come up with something," she said, before gliding down his body in a sweeping caress that wrought a tortured groan from him. He nearly came off the bed when she wrapped her tongue around his big toe, before nibbling her way up the inside of his leg.
"Shhhh
relax, baby
we've got a long way to go before we're through. Don't rush it." Laurel was surprised at the words coming out of her mouth, but she felt so empowered and so free. Free to be the person she'd never dared to give voice or thought to. The sexual being she kept trapped deep inside. The tigress was bursting out of her skin at the chance to play.
She continued to tease, running her nails up the inside of his thighs, across his groin and around his pulsing shaft. Mark strained against his bonds, seeking to end his torment.
"What do you want?" she asked huskily, her mouth poised just above where he needed it most.
"You know exactly what I want, Goddess. Stop talking and get to it!"
Unable to ignore the command in his voice, Laurel took him deep into her mouth. She laid little nibbling kisses up and down his shaft, before taking him deep again.
"Enough!"
At his sharp command she sat back on her heels and watched him uncertainly.
Mark studied her through heavy lidded eyes. This girl wasn't used to being in control. She responded too quickly to direction. He could turn the tables a bit and make this an experience for the record books.
"What are you waiting for, Goddess? Take me."
Laurel rose above him, straddling his hips and guiding him to her aching center. She gave a mewling gasp as she sank down on him, taking him deep.
He watched as she impaled herself on him, enjoying the little sounds she made in the back of her throat.
She rose up almost completely off him then sank back down again wringing groans from them both.
"Touch your breasts."
Her eyes widened behind the mask, startled by his request. "I
"
"Do it."
Almost of their own accord, her hands rose to cup her breasts, her fingers plucking at her nipples bringing them to demanding points.
At his urging, she began to ride him faster and harder - taking him deep, while continuing to stroke her breasts as instructed.
Then with a keening cry, she shuddered above him, taking him with her into the vortex.
Laurel collapsed across his chest, her hair enveloping them in a silken tent.
Mark inhaled her essence; a smile sprang to his lips as he drifted into a satisfied slumber.
Laurel climbed from the bed carefully so as not to wake Mark from his deep sleep. She couldn't resist one last kiss before stealing from the room. As she studied her face in the mirror, she realized she'd made a horrible mistake. It had been much better to have him as a fantasy lover. Better to not know what she was missing.
She might have the memory for the long nights ahead, but now, her bed was going to seem even colder.
Wiping tears from her face, she pulled on her coat and let herself out of the suite.
On her way out of the building, Laurel left a note for the concierge. By the time he read it and realized there was a man tied to the bed in room 4404, she would be nothing more than a memory.
By the time Mark was untied and free to go home, the 'Goddess' was, of course, long gone.
He would find her though; he had a few things to discuss with her, not the least of which was leaving him to the embarrassed concierge to untie.
Mark wondered if she'd played this scene before, surprised to realize that the thought of her doing this with other men was strangely repugnant to him.
The memory of her sweet hesitance and response to his commands told him otherwise. She wasn't experienced in the ways of men, much less in kidnapping them.
By the end of the long weekend, Mark was forced to concede that he wasn't going to find his mystery Goddess if she didn't want to be found. She'd left no clues behind. He didn't understand. If he was her fantasy, why wouldn't she leave some sort of clue to find her? Didn't she want to be with him?
The thought of her already having all she wanted of him, stuck in his craw. He wanted more - a lot more; and if he found her, he would have it.
Mark frowned at the intercom in his office. Old man McGovern was summoning him to his office and Mark wasn't in the mood. The firm of McGovern Incorporated was one of the oldest advertising firms in the city and Mark was soon to be made partner.
Normally, he was up for another chance of schmoozing the old fart, but today he was still caught up in leftover images of his Goddess.
Since he was used to having the upper hand with women, he'd never been quite in the position of waiting for one to come to him. If she wanted to come to him.
Which really pissed him off.
With a sigh, he straightened his tie and rode the elevator up to McGovern's domain.
"Mark my boy, have a seat. Would you like some tea? Laurel!" he frowned around the room, "Where is that girl? Always wandering off with her head in the clouds. Not a lick of sense, like her mother that way. Laurel!"
"Yes, Uncle Albert?" the soft voice came from the doorway.
Mark frowned as he studied Laurel McGovern; she'd been raised by her domineering uncle from the tender age of six. The poor little mite hadn't stood a chance. Now she worked for her uncle as his personal assistant and lived in an apartment in a building he owned just down the street from where she grew up. The old man still held her firmly beneath his thumb.
She was beyond mousy, small in stature with a continual hunch of her shoulders as if she was apologizing for her existence. How could such a timid creature have survived living with such an overbearing man? Simple, she became a shadow.
Laurel was a perfect shadow. One barely noticed her, except for the occasional burst of pity. She did her best to keep it that way.
Her hair was screwed so tightly to her head the exact shade was impossible to determine. Dowdy loose clothes hung on her pudgy frame, while continuously downcast eyes made it impossible to discern their color. Not that anyone ever got close enough to see the color anyway.
Mark's eyes were suddenly drawn to her mouth, that mouth made one wonder, it was so full and pouty. Almost as full as his Goddess's mouth had been.
His eyes drew back to Laurel's unassuming form. He shook his head dismissing the ridiculous thought. Laurel was Laurel - no hidden depths there.
"Are you going to just stand there gaping at us, girl? Get some tea!" the old man barked, making her jump and run to do his bidding.
Mark turned his head aside to keep from glaring at McGovern, no one deserved that kind of treatment, especially not a timid and shy creature like his niece.
"So, my boy
how was the Masquerade? I remember in my day it was the party of the season."
"It was quite interesting," Mark began only to stop when Laurel appeared with their tea. She smiled sweetly at him, the dimple in her left cheek winking as she leaned over to hand him his cup.
Suddenly, he was awash in a sensory memory as the scent of jasmine and vanilla enveloped him. She was riding him and he was bathed in her scent, in her.
His eyes focused sharply on Laurel. She was his Goddess! That damn dimple had been niggling at his memory all weekend but he'd never connected it with Laurel McGovern.
He frowned at the way her hair was screwed so tightly up on her head. How did she get it all crammed up there? Didn't it give her a headache? Mark's eyes lit upon her seemingly curveless figure. Where were her beautiful breasts? It simply didn't add up, yet he knew it was true.
He sat up with new purpose, watching as Laurel poured her uncle's tea, unaware of his intense scrutiny. "Actually it was after the ball that proved to be the most interesting. I hooked up with a golden Goddess."
"Really? What was her name?" the old man leaned forward eagerly.
Laurel stilled the slight tremor in her hands, further confirming his suspicions.
"Hurry up, girl!" her uncle's snapping voice put her back into motion.
"I don't know, Albert, she tied me to a bed and wore a mask the whole time."
"OWWWW! Clumsy girl!" Albert exclaimed, as Laurel dropped a cup of tea into his lap.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Albert
I
I
" Laurel tried to explain but found herself unable. She burst into tears and ran from the room.
Albert sighed, "That girl, so high strung, just like her mother. That's why I've always kept such a tight reign on her. Couldn't have her ending up like my sister did. Bad end, that."
Mark made the appropriate grumbled response and took a drink of his tea with a grin. His prey was in his sights.
Laurel ran into the executive washroom and splashed cool water onto her hot face. She had to get it together and behave normally around Mark. Not that he would ever suspect that his mystery goddess was frumpy old Laurel, but she didn't want him to think she was a basket case either.
She sighed and tidied herself up. Uncle Albert would expect her to come and apologize for her behavior.
As luck would have it, Mark was gone by the time she returned to Albert's office. Laurel apologized and quickly cleaned up the mess.
Her uncle simply grunted in response as he studied the proposals Mark had left for him.
She was glad to be able to make a quick exit with no further demands. Some time alone was just the ticket to get things into perspective.
Mark laid his plans very meticulously, he knew better than to act like he knew Laurel existed. It wouldn't take much for his little rabbit to bolt and that wouldn't suit his plans.
So, he did the best thing possible to lull her into a false sense of security, he ignored her totally.
Laurel spent a lot of time at work ducking in and out of corridors to avoid him, only to finally realize that was totally unnecessary. To test her theory, the next time she saw him coming down the hall, she waited with the beginnings of a smile on her face.
He walked past without even a glance of recognition. She shoved down the spark of hurt; this was what she wanted. Her secret was safe.
Laurel sighed as she made her way back to her office, wondering why she was so disappointed when 'remaining a part of the woodwork' was exactly what she wanted.
The following Friday, it was easy enough to talk one of the other secretaries into inviting Laurel for a drink with the girls after work. In no time flat, Laurel had been convinced the Tess would be mortally wounded if she didn't stop for at least one drink.
Once in the bar, it was a simple thing for Mark to pop up on the stool next to her.
"Does Albert know you frequent this place?"
Laurel jumped and looked at him with wide nervous eyes. He was pleasantly surprised to finally note their color. It was a spectacular hazel green, the kind of eyes that almost changed color with the wind. When he'd first sat down and spoke, they'd been bright emerald green and as she began to relax, sure her secret was safe - they'd mellowed into a warm sherry brown.
"Don't be silly, this is nothing for Uncle Albert to worry about. It's not like I plan to make a habit of it."
"I wouldn't think so, Rabbit
bar hopping is hardly your scene," Mark remarked drolly.
Just as expected, Laurel's spine stiffened perceptively.
Mark had to bite back a smile; his Goddess was far from the timid rabbit that he'd called her. Far from the retiring creature she even thought herself.
His Goddess was fierce; she just needed a little help finding out just how much so.
Laurel straightened in her chair and lifted her chin with haughty disdain. Dammed if he would know how badly his comment had stung. She'd been brave enough to tie his ass to a bed!
Showed how little he knew!
With sudden bravado she tossed back her drink like she was a seasoned bar fly.
Mark chuckled and ordered Laurel another.
The second drink proved to be her downfall, she never even saw him slip the mickey in
Marked used the keys in Laurel's purse to open the door to her apartment.
Initially, he'd planned to take her to his place, but at the last minute, instinct led him to use hers, instead.
He wanted to imprint himself on every fiber of her existence. His scent
his body
his image stamped so deeply upon her, that she couldn't look anywhere and not see his mark.
Actually, Mark was shocked at how primal his feelings were. He'd never considered himself a jealous man, but with his Goddess, he was beyond possessive. She was his, and before this night was through, he'd make damn sure she knew it.
Laurel came to slowly, confusion marring her features as she tried to understand the pressure on her arms and the fogginess in her head.
She looked up to see her hands caught in fuzzy cuffs above her head, strong arms held her so that she didn't strain her arms before she got her feet.
"Wh
what?"
A low chuckle rumbled in her ear. "Turn about is fair play
don't you think, Goddess?"
Her sharp intake of breath and the stiffening of her spine were the only indications that she'd heard him.
He knew!
Laurel straightened her legs; surprised to find that she could easily hold the position he'd placed her in on her own. Her arms stretched comfortably above her head, the fur lined cuffs caught on some sort of hook placed halfway up her wall.
"How did you know?" she was unable to keep herself from asking.
He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck before straightening to stand a little apart from her.
"How could I not? Your smell
your taste it's all I can think about. My body recognized yours the minute you leaned across me to pour tea."
Her heart pounded as she licked suddenly dry lips. "What are you going to do to me?"
Mark walked in front of her, looking down into her eyes with a wicked grin. "Exactly what I promised, Goddess
what did you think?"
She shuddered delicately at the images his words invoked. How could she forget his promise? It had haunted all her dreams since that night.
"I didn't hurt you!" she yelled a little desperately.
"And I'm not going to hurt you," he replied, running a teasing finger down her throat, past where her pulse beat madly, down to the first button of her shirt.
Laurel gasped as he undid each button with a flick of his fingers. In a panic she began to pull at her bonds, suddenly desperate to be free before he used those wicked fingers in more tender spots.
Somehow she knew if he took her here tonight, she would forever be changed.
Marked
a captive of her own desire.
"Shhhhhh
don't fight me, Goddess, you want this as much as I do."
Laurel whimpered low in her throat as she acknowledged to herself that it was true. She did want this
more than air.
He watched as she accepted her fate - and his.
Her shirt hung open in the front, revealing a tight white sports bra that seemed to be doing it's best to smash her flat.
Mark frowned and grabbed the scissors he'd left on the vanity.
"No
don't!" she protested the destruction of her clothing.
"I should burn the entire outfit," he said, as he cut the clothes from her body with relish.
Her breasts sprang free from the confining cotton, raw angry red lines beneath and above them told the tale of the price she paid to hide her figure.
He frowned anew and pressed gentle kisses to each red spot.
"Don't ever do that to yourself again," he admonished, as he kissed her better.
"Uncle Albert says that it's unladylike to bounce," she offered in way of explanation.
"Uncle Albert is an ass."
Laurel bit her lip as she watched Mark, suddenly unsure of his mood.
A few snips of the scissors later, she stood naked before him once more. He ran his hands up the back of her legs, skimming them across her buttocks, her back then her neck, before losing themselves in the tight knot of hair on the back of her head.
Soon, he was tossing pin after pin over his shoulder until her wild mane of hair spilled free around her shoulders and down her back. She purred like a kitten as his fingers massaged her tender scalp. It was such a relief to have the heavy weight of her hair released.
"That dreadful bun is a thing of the past as well."
Laurel decided to play along, "Yes master."
He laughed and kissed her deeply before pulling away again. "Careful
I could get to like that."
"You wish," she said smartly, only to end on a gasp as he caught one nipple between his teeth and laved it with his tongue.
Mark gave the other nipple the same treatment before kissing his way down her stomach and lifting her legs over his shoulders.
Laurel jerked suddenly as she realized his intent. "No!"
He laughed, "Yes! What's good for the goose is good for the gander, but even better for the goose."
He showed her just how good for the goose it could be in mere seconds, wringing more of those little gasping sounds from her that he so loved.
When she would have pulled away from his maddening tongue, his hands cupped her bottom and held fast. Mark didn't let her go until she shuddered against him with a faint scream.
Laurel stood on shaking legs when he lowered them back to the ground, gasping as his hands ran teasingly up her sides. His eyes met hers and the heat in his gaze trapped her.
"Now, what was it that I promised you exactly, Goddess?"
She felt heat fill her neck and spread slowly up into her face. Laurel wanted to look away from the intent in his eyes, but found she couldn't. "I
I
," Laurel was surprised at the high squeak of her voice.
"You can tell me, Goddess," he waited, looking at her expectantly.
"I
you said
you said that you'd spank me
" she blushed even deeper and finally managed to look away, unable to say the rest.
"Yes, I said I would spank your sweet ass, but
what else did I promise?"
Laurel shivered helplessly, caught in the web of her own desire, "You said you'd
you'd take me until I begged you to stop."
"Then I have a busy night ahead, don't I, Goddess?"
Helpless tears began to gather in her eyes, as he grabbed her firmly by the waist and lifted her slightly, freeing her cuffed hands from the hook above her head.
Slowly, he lowered her, letting her body slide down the front of his, causing her to gasp anew at the delicious friction. Grabbing her face gently between his hands, Mark studied her with a tender gaze as he used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that had begun to trickle slowly down her cheeks.
Her breath caught at the tenderness she saw in his face and some of the tension coiled deep inside released. Mark wasn't going to hurt her; she was safe from any real harm. In that moment Laurel made the decision to accept whatever the night brought. She could deal with the fallout later. For now all she had to do was feel.
Mark placed a soft kiss on her forehead when he saw acceptance and submission to her fate. Leaving her cuffed, he led her to her large cherry-wood sleigh bed. She watched nervously as he sat down on the side of her bed, this was it
he was really going to spank her - and suddenly, she wanted it with every fiber of her being.
With a gentle tug to her bound hands he guided her naked form across his strong thighs. He marveled at the beauty of her flawlessly white rounded bottom, running a hand across the full cheeks almost reverently.
Laurel squirmed in delight at the gliding caress.
"You be still," he admonished with a sharp smack to her left cheek.
She stilled with a hissing gasp at the hot sting.
"Good girl. You know you deserve a spanking, don't you? You've been terribly naughty."
The feeling lying across his thighs, naked, with her bottom arched high for his attentions was indescribable. She felt helplessly vulnerable and nervous.
He raised his hand high and brought it back down on her other cheek leaving biting sting in its wake. "Don't you agree that you've been terribly naughty, Laurel?"
Several more stinging swats accompanied the question.
She yelped and jerked across his knee as her bottom began to fill with heat. "Yeeeesssss," Laurel finally managed to hiss from between her teeth.
"Yes what?"
More crisp smacks placed low on the undercurve of her bottom brought her head up with a jerk.
What did he want? She was suddenly frantic to answer his question correctly. "Yes, I've been terribly naughty!"
His response was to pull her in tighter and began to spank harder. "Sir. Yes, I've been terribly naughty, Sir."
"Yes, I've been terribly naughty Sir!" she yelled, as he continued to pepper her bottom with searing heat.
Mark smiled at the urgency in her tone as he ran a hand across her hot bottom. It was now a lovely deep shade of pink.
Laurel bit back a moan as his hand rubbed across her stinging backside. Suddenly, the stinging heat was almost a pleasure spreading its warmth to other areas. She couldn't help but to lift her bottom against his hand, needing something more from him, but not quite sure what.
He laughed and brought his palm down in another series of firm slaps that quickly had her bucking over his knee.
Then, once again, those soft-teasing caresses robbed her of breath. His hand ran all across her bottom then down the backs of her thighs.
With a little groan she parted her legs for him in silent invitation.
Lightly, his fingers grazed the seam high between her legs where they joined her body.
"Ooohhhh," Laurel tried to trap his hand there where she wanted it by clamping her thighs together and pressing backwards.
Mark quickly removed his hand and tilted her further forward across his lap so that her head dangled off the side of the bed.
"See? Terribly naughty," he admonished as he returned to the task of spanking her.
Twelve crisp smacks landed, sharper than any of the ones before, each one making her yelp aloud.
"What happens to naughty girls, Goddess?"
"They get spanked, Sir."
"That's right, they get spanked on their bare bottoms," he added, delivering three more swats to her sit spot before moving his fingers firmly between her thighs and thrusting one deep.
Laurel jerked in response, a mewling moan escaping her at the intense pleasure.
Another finger joined the first, gently stretching her as he began to move them in a slow, steady rhythm.
She began to rock back against his hand helplessly as she came close to the brink of orgasm.
When Mark began to spank her in time to his thrusting fingers he sent her over the edge.
Soothing hands stroked her as she came back to earth. He lifted her gently from his lap and placed her face down on the bed with her arms still extended above her head.
He enjoyed the picture she made lying on her stomach with her golden hair spilling down her back in untamed waves just above her red bottom. Laurel tossed her head to flip her hair back as she glanced at him over her shoulder.
Her eyes had changed to bright emerald with passion; she ran her tongue along her full lips as she watched him undress. She could hardly believe how alive she felt. Every nerve ending was pulsating with heat and sensation; even the slight friction of the cotton sheets brought a low moan from her as she moved on the bed trying to watch him.
He was easily one of the sexiest men alive. Dark hair lightly furred his chest and tapered into a treasure trail that led to his most precious of assets.
It was easy to see he wanted her. She licked her lips as she watched him toss his pants aside.
Making a sudden decision, Laurel pushed herself up with her hands, rising to all fours. Still watching him over her shoulder, she moved her knees apart and pushed her thoroughly spanked bottom out in invitation.
He smiled and ran his hand up the backs of her thighs before catching her firmly about the waist and pressing himself against her.
Laurel whimpered in need as she felt him brush across the heart of her desire. "Please
"
"Please what?" he asked, his body pressed to her back; his breath stirring the hair behind her ear.
"Take me! NOW!"
"That's my Goddess," Mark laughed, pleased as he thrust inside joining them to the hilt.
She tried instinctively to move on him but his hands at her waist held firm. He was determined to set the pace. Mark withdrew almost completely with agonizing slowness before driving back inside in one swift stroke. The slow teasing rhythm continued until she was begging him to take her hard and fast.
Laurel moved her legs further apart and pressed her chest to the bed to take him as deeply as possible. Mark responded by giving her the pounding movement she craved as she cried out and gripped the covers tightly.
As he felt her began to tense, he stopped all movement, pressing his face against the small of her back as he regained his control. She screamed in frustration when he stopped when her goal was in sight. He held her tight preventing any movement.
"Please
I need
"
"Shhhhhh
we'll get there in time," he whispered soothingly, as he began to place nibbling kisses that were anything but soothing along her spine.
Her senses felt as if they were on overload. "I can't take anymore of this
please
just finish it!"
"You can take it all and more," Mark said firmly as he began to move once again with the same maddening slowness.
Again and again he brought her to the edge only to stop and start over when she was close to going over it.
Finally, when she was sure she couldn't take anymore of his teasing, he tired of the game.
He began to move into her with fast, hard strokes. The strength of her orgasm stole the breath from her lungs brining a whooshing gasp from her as she writhed and twisted back against him. As soon as the wave of pleasure ended, another crested and she rode it to the top, barely coming down before the next wave hit.
Mark joined her as she came for the forth time and they landed in an exhausted heap of arms and legs on her bed.
Laurel barely noticed when he unfastened the cuffs still holding her hands together. She murmured a sleepy protest as he lifted her from the end of the bed and placed her beneath the covers. He smiled contentedly as he crawled in beside her and curved his body protectively around hers and drifted off to sleep. They both needed a little catnap before the next round.
True to his word, he took her again and again through the night. The last time he woke, the first rays of dawn were just peeking across the windowsill.
"I can't," she managed with a sleepy protest.
Mark merely smiled and showed her that she could, teasing her body once more to heightened awareness. Then, he rolled away from her and pretended to snore.
Laurel slapped him hard on the shoulder. "Finish what you started!"
The bed exploded in motion as he grabbed Laurel and set her astride his hips. "I thought you were too tired?"
"I don't think I'll ever be too tired," she declared as she rose over him guiding him to her moist core. With a siren's smile she impaled herself on him, taking him to the hilt.
Mark grabbed her hips to guide her into the fast rhythm they both craved. She threw her head back and rode him hard, spurred on by fast slaps to her sensitive bottom to keep her moving.
They reached the finish line together frozen for a moment in time as one.
Then, Laurel collapsed across his chest in a silken sprawl and fell instantly asleep.
He smiled tenderly and smoothed a hand across her brow to move the hair off her face. Mark found he enjoyed the soft weight of her and decided to let her sleep where she was.
He fell asleep contented, with his large hands cupping her still hot bottom as if he could hold in the heat.
Laurel awoke slowly, stretching luxuriously, only to stop with a gasp as she realized she was still lying on top of Mark. Had she been there the entire time? Strong arms wrapped around her waist holding her close as he slept. She smiled as she studied his sleeping features, wishing their time together never had to end.
No way could a man like Mark be interested in her for a long-term relationship. She understood that he was getting back a little of his own because she'd kidnapped him and tied him to a bed. While it would make her cold bed all the lonelier, she would relish every moment of the experience.
As she wriggled above him, Laurel became aware of his rigid flesh pressed against her most tender of areas. She continued to move around experimentally, gasping with pleasure as she teased them both.
He slapped her bottom with a growl and clamped the other arm more tightly around her, stilling her movement. "Be still woman! You've worn me out!"
Laurel giggled and ran her fingers lightly up his chest. "I've worn you out?"
Mark opened one eye to see her sardonically arched brow. The little minx was teasing him. He was thrilled!
The phone rang interrupting the moment, which had been quite promising indeed. Holding her still, Mark answered the phone before Laurel had a chance to protest. "Hello?"
An indignant male voice sputtered in response; "Hello
who the hell are you? Where's my niece?"
Mark rolled his eyes and handed Laurel the phone. "It's Albert."
She sat up quickly and rolled off his body as she took the phone.
"Hello, Uncle Albert
yes
oh I didn't realize it was so late
I'm sorry
I
what? No, Uncle Albert, please
I didn't mean
oh
he hung up," she handed the phone back to Mark with dazed eyes before walking toward the bathroom.
"Laurel?" he followed her stopping her with a hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right? What the old bastard say?"
Her spin stiffened and she turned to face him with angry tears in her eyes. "That old bastard is my UNCLE! He took me in when no one else would! So kindly refrain from using that word to describe him in my hearing!"
Mark felt a pain of guilt at her words, even though the old coot didn't deserve her loyalty. "What did he say, baby?"
As his gentle hands cupped her face, the threatening tears spilled over. "He said I was a whore just like my mother
and he's right. I've just spent the entire night screwing like one."
In a flash, Mark was down on one knee with her across it landing a dozen well-placed slaps to her bottom - then stood, lifting her with him and gave her a small shake.
"Don't you ever call yourself a whore again, nothing is further from the truth. I also don't want to hear that word from your sweet lips again. What we shared was real
it was rare and beautiful. Don't try to make it sordid and dirty
because it wasn't."
Laurel threw herself at his chest and sobbed like her heart would break.
Scooping her high in his arms, Mark sat back in the bed with her snuggled on his lap. "Albert didn't mean what he said, honey. He was just shocked that a man answered your phone. I'm sorry I answered it, I wasn't thinking."
She sniffled and sat up in his lap. "It wasn't your fault. I should've warned you. I wasn't thinking either. You're wrong though; Uncle Albert did mean it. He said I was a slut-bag-whore like my mother and I had another thing coming if I thought I was going to live like that under his roof."
Mark bit back an expletive, not wanting to upset her again. How dare the old man make her feel so dirty! He cupped her face again, looking deep into her eyes, "We did nothing wrong
what's going on between us is special."
Laurel looked up at him expectantly, was it possible that he loved her just a little? "What is going on between us?"
He leaned forward and began placing light kisses along her jaw between his words, "I don't know exactly
but it deserves to be explored to the fullest
and I am not going to give you up anytime soon."
She swallowed the disappointment at his words. She could think about the hurt later, now she would just give herself up to the wonderful pleasure he could provide.
Their loving was slow and tender. It was so beautiful that it brought fresh tears to her eyes that Mark kissed away tenderly.
This time when she began to drift off to sleep, he disentangled himself from her arms. "I have to go, Goddess
but I'll be back at seven tonight to pick you up for dinner, okay?"
She murmured her sleepy agreement, then rolled over and fell back asleep.
Mark grinned and placed one last kiss on her hip before dressing and leaving the apartment.
Two hours later when Laurel woke to her lonely apartment, she realized she had a decision to make. It would be courting disaster to continue to see Mark like this. When he tired of her, she would be destroyed. So, she did the prudent thing by gathering some clothes and toiletries into a weekend case and went to her uncle's.
Laurel was very apologetic to Albert.
He decided, the problem was, he'd given her way too much freedom. She was a silly girl, after all, and couldn't be trusted to make sound decisions - so it was best that she move back home.
Albert sent the butler to her apartment to pack her belongings and sent Laurel to her old room to think about her actions. Laurel sat down on her childhood bed and picked up an old photograph of her mother. With a wistful smile, she touched her mother's smiling visage.
She didn't remember the shallow creature that Albert always described. Laurel remembered lots of laughter
hugs and kisses
and the soft scent of her mother's perfume when she tucked her in at night.
Hugging the picture close to her chest, Laurel curled up on the bed. "Mama, what am I going to do?"
She cried herself to sleep.
Mark smiled to himself as he rode the elevator up to Laurel's apartment. He couldn't wait to see her. He held a bouquet of red tulips in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. The plan was to wine and dine, then bring her back home and make love all night long.
To say it was a disappointment when he knocked and no one answered would be an understatement. When her next-door neighbor popped his head out the door and told him that Laurel had moved home, it robbed his breath. Mark wasn't sure what shocked him more the fact that she'd cut and run - or how much it hurt.
She was in for a surprise if she thought he'd give her up without a fight. He planned to make that abundantly clear first thing Monday morning.
Laurel would also be told in no uncertain terms that she was never to stand him up again.
Laurel walked around the office like a ghost on Monday. She was in her regular uniform and trying to be as quiet as possible. The plan was to blend in with the wallpaper and hopefully no one would notice her, especially Mark.
Laurel hadn't wanted to come to work because she wasn't ready to face Mark, but she couldn't very well tell Uncle Albert that Mark was the man in her apartment. So, she had to come to work and act as normal as possible.
By noon Laurel realized she was in no danger of seeing Mark. He was obviously through with her, so she knew she'd made the right decision.
Damned if he was going to run her out of the office as well as her apartment!
With a determined lift of her chin Laurel gathered up a stack of papers needing to be copied. The copier was out of paper. Laurel muttered under her breath about inconsiderate people as she made her way to the supply closet. She'd just opened the door when a firm hand gripped her arm and shoved her inside.
"About time you stuck your nose out of your office, Rabbit."
Laurel blinked up at Mark in alarm, "I
I
"
"Not a lot to say for yourself, huh?" he studied her closely from the top of her tightly wound bun, down her bulky wool sweater to the tips of her sensible SAS shoes. "What did I tell you about those clothes?"
She stiffened giving him a glare, "I fail to see what business it is of yours what I chose to
heeey!"
In a sudden burst of speed, he pulled the sweater over her head and turned her to face the corner, holding her there as he tossed her sweater to the floor. The white button-up shirt beneath the sweater also left little to be desired.
"Let me go this instant, Mark! You can't do this!"
"Seems to me that I can," he replied, as he bent her forward at an angle, pressing her nose to the corner. "I'd suggest you don't move, Young Lady."
Laurel's skirt was tossed to the small of her back, the ends secured in the waistband. She gasped when his fingers hooked in the elastic of her panties and ripped them off her body.
"MARK!"
"Goddess." A firm hand held her in place, while his free hand began to pepper her exposed backside with stinging heat.
"Owww
Mark
please
this is hardly the place
"
"I didn't chose the location, Goddess, you did. I believe we made a date for Saturday night. Where were you?"
"I'm sorry
I know I should've waited and talked to you
but
I just
" Laurel finished quietly, really having no idea what to say.
"Wrong answer my little coward," he wrapped an arm about her waist and began to spank in earnest, not stopping until her back sagged in surrender and she gave a telltale hiccuping gasp.
Keeping her face to the corner, Mark moved behind her, releasing her hair from its tight bonds. He smiled as it cascaded down her back in jubilant freedom, then leaned in to inhale its scent.
Then, his hands moved beneath the prim white shirt, to free her tortured breasts. As they sprang free, he caught them, tweaking the nipples as he pressed himself against her hot bottom.
"Oooohhh Mark
please," Laurel whimpered and pressed her hips back against him.
He quickly freed himself and drove home; the crowded position in the corner made the fit tight and caused a delicious friction. She used her hands braced against the wall to give herself extra leverage as she moved back to meet him thrust for thrust.
Their coupling was fast and frenzied leaving them gasping for air when it was over.
Mark helped her straighten what was left of her clothing.
"Look at me! I can't go back to work like this!" Laurel exclaimed as she looked down at herself.
Mark thought he'd never seen her look more beautiful. Her nipples puckered invitingly where they strained against the rough fabric of her shirt. Her thick hair hung in golden ropes about her face and her kiss-full lips shouted that she'd just been well and thoroughly loved.
As much as he enjoyed the view, Mark knew that he didn't want anyone else seeing her like this. "You can wear my coat. We'll be out for the rest of the day shopping so no one will be the wiser."
"Shopping?"
"Yes, shopping. Say good-bye to ugly sweaters and bulky dresses. Time for a new wardrobe."
Since Laurel had no desire for anyone to get a good look at her and figure out just what had gone on in the storage room, she made very little fuss as Mark hustled her out of the building and into his car.
Laurel sat wide-eyed in the boutique's hair salon while Mark gave out his instructions.
"I want a total make-over from the skin out. Don't cut too much of her hair though. I like it long and untamed."
"It's my hair! What if I want it all chopped off?" she asked, sitting up with a sudden burst of spirit.
Mark leaned over her until they were nose to nose and Laurel's spine was pressed against the back of the chair. "I think you better hush and do as you're told, young lady. I left you to your own devices and you immediately crawled back into your shell. Now we do it my way."
"Fine!" Laurel snapped, glaring up at him. She would have the makeover, if she liked the new look she'd keep it, if not, she still had more of the clothes he despised hanging in her closet!
Mark chuckled at the sparks in her vibrant green eyes as he kissed the tip of her nose. "I will pick you up at five
and Goddess?"
"What?" she asked, looking up at him warily.
"You better be here."
"Hmmpff!" Was her only response as she watched his retreating back in the salon mirror.
The boutique's owner and renowned hairdresser, Serge, commanded her attention by catching the chair at the arm and spinning her to face him. "Right then. Let's get to work!"
Hours later
"Amazing," Serge murmured as he watched her coming out of the dressing room. The dowdy girl was a thing of the past, replaced with a total vision.
Her long tresses had been layered to give them shape and more body. Laurel's tawny mane now hung in tousled curls down her back and swung around her face framing her perfectly made-up features.
Big green eyes surrounded by sooty lashes and topped with elegant brows stared at her reflection. Laurel felt like the Goddess that Mark called her, for the very first time. She felt
beautiful.
The shapeless sport bra was long gone; a soft pink lace underwire bra was in its place, lifting her assets to accent her hourglass figure. The green chenille sweater with a sweetheart neckline clung lovingly to her curves, stopping at the waistband of her short black skirt. The black thigh highs and three-inch heels made her legs appear endless.
As Laurel gazed at her reflection, she realized she'd been looking at the situation all wrong. Why shouldn't she expect forever from Mark? If she was ever going to be able to be proud of who she was as a woman, it was time to take a stand.
Looking at her watch, she saw that it was four-fifteen; Mark wasn't due to arrive until five, so she had plenty of time.
"Thank you for all you've done, Serge. I'll never forget this experience," she turned from the mirror to smile up at the hairdresser.
"All I did was enhance what was already there. You've spent far to long hiding from the world."
"Those days are gone. Please tell Mark I'll see him at work in the morning."
"What? But he specifically said you were to wait
" Serge began with a frown.
"It's time he realized he won't always be getting things his way."
Serge smiled as he watched the lovely young lady walk out the front doors of his boutique. "Do we ever?" he mused.
"Gone? I can't believe that woman had the audacity to stand me up again! If she thinks she's going to revert back to type, she's got another thing coming!" Mark paced the floor of the salon.
"I don't think you have any worries in that regard, my friend," Serge told him. "You've unleashed a tigress with that one. She just needs a little while to get used to her new skin."
Mark felt a sinking feeling in his gut as he walked to his car. What if his tigress ended up with another tiger? He realized in that moment that he loved her and needed Laurel in his life.
What would he do if she didn't choose him?
Laurel felt a confidence she'd never before known as she walked into the building of her uncle's advertising firm decked out in her new duds.
The doorman doffed his hat as he looked at her admiringly, and Laurel felt a wide smile bloom in response.
She finally understood what it was to be a woman -- secure in her own feminine power
her allure.
She WAS a Goddess.
Mark watched her walk through the room and saw all the other men present watch her progress. One young ad exec actually straightened his tie and stood as she approached. Mark resisted the urge to knock him flat, grab Laurel and yell MINE to the office at large.
A warm smile spread over her face when she made eye contact with him, that dimple winking in her cheek. When she came to stand in front of him, a serious look came into her eyes.
"What do you want from me Mark?"
A raw look of passion and hunger came across his face, "Everything."
She bit her lip as she studied him and took a gamble. "That's not enough. I don't know if I can see you anymore."
"What? I'm your fantasy dammit!" he yelled in outrage, heedless of their interested audience.
"I've decided I want more than the fantasy. I want it all
I deserve it all. I want love
I want marriage
children
I
heeeey!"
Mark bent at the waist and tossed her face down across one broad shoulder. "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page. You scared me for a minute there, Goddess."
"What?" Laurel's head swam momentarily as she adjusted to being upside down.
A low whistle brought Mark's attention to the seat of Laurel's skirt where it had ridden up to reveal a very pretty patch of pink lace. With an oath, he brought his large palm down firmly managing to effectively cover the area and deliver a hefty swat at the same time.
"Owwwwwww!"
"Could you have found a shorter skirt?" he asked, as he started towards the front of the office.
"What's the meaning of this?" Albert's booming voice yelled from behind them.
Laurel lifted her head to see her uncle standing there; his face growing red as he realized it was his niece that was slung across a man's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Laurel? Mark? Laurel your panties are showing! How dare you come into the office dressed like a common
"
Mark spun to face the old man, determined to shield Laurel from any additional hurt at this man's hands. "That's enough, Albert! She hasn't done anything but escape from the prison you've kept he in most of her life."
"Prison? I've only tried to protect her! I'll not stand here and explain myself to the likes of you! You're fired! Release my niece at once!"
"No need to fire me, I quit. Alister Finnigan has given me a tempting offer to join his firm. Guess I'll take him up on it, but Laurel will be going with me as my wife. If you learn to mind your manners I may let you visit her sometime!"
Albert paled visibly, "I never meant to hurt her
I only wanted to keep her safe. I couldn't let her make the same choices as my sister. If Lily had never gotten in the car with that man
she'd be here today. You can't take Laurel away from me, she's all I have."
"Please put me down."
At her soft voiced request, Mark set Laurel on her feet. She smiled up at him before turning to her uncle.
"My mother wasn't perfect
I know that, but she was a good mother while I had her. She loved me
and you. I can't let you speak ill of her anymore."
Tears misted in the old man's eyes as he looked into eyes so like the beloved sister he'd lost. "I just wanted to keep you safe, I never meant to hurt you."
Laurel smiled softly and kissed her uncle gently on the cheek. "I know, Uncle
and you'll always be welcome in my home," she slid a sideways glance to Mark. "Whether I'm married or not."
"What do you mean whether you're married or not? We'll be married, Goddess, make no mistake about that."
She quirked a brow at him, not the least bit intimidated by his bluster. "It would be nice if you would ask."
"Who said I had any intention of asking? I mean to begin as I intend to go on," Mark said firmly, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. Lifting his head, he buried his face in her hair and the sweet smell of jasmine and vanilla. "I do love you, Goddess."
"And I love you, Mr. Caveman."
They kissed again to the delight of all their co-workers. Laurel leaned back in his arms and smiled over at her uncle with a twinkle in her eyes. "I've got my work cut out for me don't I?"
Albert chuckled, his mind flooding with images of Laurel's children surrounding him - once again filling his empty house with laughter. "That you do, my girl
that you do. Now Mark
about that job offer from Finnigan
"
Epilogue
Mark stretched in his sleep, then smiled as he realized he was tied to the bed.
Goddess was up to some mischief.
"LAUREL!" he barked in a stern tone.
She appeared in the doorway almost instantly, completely naked.
"It's about time
I thought you'd never wake up. I was getting cold traipsing around the house in my all-together."
Mark grinned at his totally unrepentant wife. "I take it the children aren't here."
With a throaty chuckle, Laurel climbed onto the bed and rubbed her body along his. "Albert has them until Monday. You're at my mercy until then."
Mark quirked a brow at his irrepressible wife, "We'll pick them up on Sunday afternoon. If we wait any longer, they'll be so horribly spoiled, we won't know what to do," he ignored her slight pout, knowing good and well she'd be missing her babies terribly by the next day. "You'll have more than enough time to have your wicked way with me."
"Good," she said with a smile, as she began to nibble her way down his body.
"Just remember one thing, Goddess."
Laurel looked up from her task of thoroughly seducing him with questioning eyes. "What's that?"
"When I get loose, I'm going to spank your sweet ass
and then take you, until you beg me to stop."
She giggled and slid up his body to kiss him deeply, before lifting her head to look into his loving eyes. "Promise?"
"Forever and always, Goddess." |
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