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Out of Control Ch. 01

By: rockbohunk



Peggy was at her wits end. Her daughter, Cheyenne Lynn was again in trouble. 

Out of three daughters, Cheyenne (Chey) was always the rebellious one. Maybe it was the fact that she was the middle child or that her father had committed suicide after coming back from Vietnam. Whatever the case, Cheyenne was again in trouble. This time for drugs.

Cheyenne began to get in trouble in her early teens, skipping school, driving without a license, underage drinking and smoking pot. After dropping out of school when she was a sophomore, Cheyenne's troubles continued. That was five years ago.

Now, at twenty-two, Cheyenne's problems now involved meth. She had been in treatment once before, but went right back to the pipe.

Cheyenne again moved back home awaiting a new court date.

Although she was getting free room and board, Cheyenne would totally disrespect her mother, swearing at her and refusing to do any household chores. Cheyenne would party all night and sleep all day.

One day at work, Peggy was discussing her problems with her friend Rick. Just as a joke, Peggy asked, "You don't need a roommate, do you?"

Rick just laughed, "She would straighten her ass up living with me."

"Are you serious?" Peggy asked.

"Yeah, what the hell. Pack her bags. I'll pick her up tonight. But she will live by my rules. This means no contact with her friends or any drugs. No phone!"

Peggy said, "She won't go for that."

Rick chuckled, "What she doesn't know, won't hurt her."

"She really does need to get away from that crowd she hangs out with," Peg said softly.

"Get her ready, I'll be over there after work," Rick stated.

Rick stopped by Peggy's around five-thirty that evening. Cheyenne was packed and waiting at the end of the driveway.

After throwing Chey's bags in the back of the truck, Rick stopped in to see Peggy.

Cheyenne sat mute in Rick's truck as he went inside.

Peggy was in the house crying after her argument again with Chey.

"Just get her out of my sight before I call the cops on her," Peg cried.

Rick wiped the tears from Peggy's eyes, "I'll handle it."

Upon entry to his truck, he heard Cheyenne talking under her breath about her mother. "That fucking bitch."

Rick quickly changed the conversation to the weather and how cold it was to get tonight.

It was January in Wisconsin and the average low was around 10 degrees.

Twenty Minutes later, they had arrived at Rick's house in the country. Rick lived alone since his ex moved out six months ago. It was a small two story farm house that he had fixed up.

Rick grabbed one of Cheyenne's bags and showed her around the house. It was somewhat awkward at first. Rick had known Chey for about ten years, but he was still nineteen years her senior.

Rick grabbed some blankets and a pillow for Cheyenne to sleep on the couch. 

"Good night," Rick said as he retired upstairs to his bedroom.

As he crawled into bed, Rick grabbed the receiver of the phone and set it on the floor.

It was Friday night and Cheyenne wanted to party. After Rick went to bed, she grabbed the phone to call her friends, but only found an open line. She tried the two other phones that were downstairs, but nothing.

Cheyenne tried to get online with Rick's computer only to find that it was password protected.

With no cigarettes, no drugs and unable to contact her friends, Cheyenne curled up on the couch and watched TV. 

Rick was up at six AM, showered and began to cook breakfast. He let Cheyenne sleep in until seven AM.

After several minutes of trying to wake her up, Chey finally sat upright.

"Jump in the shower and then we'll have breakfast," Rick said as he walked to the kitchen to tend to the bacon.

"I don't need a shower," Cheyenne said as she curled back up on the couch.

Rick shut off the stove and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. He walked to the couch and picked up Cheyenne. Chey didn't weigh but 110 pounds .

"What the fuck?" Cheyenne questioned as Rick carried her to the bathroom.

"You are going to take a shower, now!" Rick said as he placed her in the running shower with all of her clothes on.

Cheyenne stood there, confused. "You fucker!"

"There is a clean towel hanging here, I'd advise you to take your clothes off if you want to get clean." Rick said as he shut the door behind him.

Shortly after 

Rick heard the shower shut off, he unlocked and opened the bathroom door.

Cheyenne screamed standing there only in the bath towel supplied. Her wet clothes lay strewn on the floor of the bathroom.

Rick grabbed Cheyenne by the wrist, "We need to talk. Now!"

He threw her into a chair in the living room, her towel nearly slipping off as she sat firmly down.

Rick knelt in front of her and looked into Chey's eyes. "It's time to set the ground rules for our little living arrangement."

"You will refer to me only as Sir. You will do what I say, and when I say it."

"Fuck you." Cheyenne interrupted.

Rick grabbed her wrist tighter, "There will be absolutely no drugs or contact with any of your friends." "Understand?"

"No" Cheyenne said. "What's going on?"

"You are here to get your act together. When you leave here, you will respect yourself and others and you will be drug free." Rick said.

"Fuck that," Cheyenne said as she tried to get up from the chair.

Rick grabbed the hand cuffs in his back pocket and quickly applied them around Cheyennes thin wrists. 

Rick stood her up and ripped the towel from her body leaving Cheyenne totally naked in front of him.

Chey tried to cover up, but Rick grabbed her cuffs and pull Cheyenne across his knees.

"Stop, stop," Chey cried out as Rick's hand slapped her bare bottom for the first time.

"Stop squirming or they will get harder," Rick calmly said. "Will you do what I say?"

"Yes, stop."

"Yes, what?"

Rick's hand was still hitting their mark as Chey's bare bottom was getting redder.

"Well, you seem to be a slow learner." as he pushed Cheyenne to the floor.

Cheyenne covered herself the best she could while trying to hold back tears.

Rick stood Chey up and told her, "Put your arms over your head."

"Go fuck yourself," she said under her breath.

Rick hoisted her arms up and attached the cuffs to the eye hook on the ceiling beam. Rick swatted her bare ass hard three more times, "Spread your legs!"

Cheyenne slowly spread her legs. She stood there, knees shaking, weak from her spanking, exposed, and vulnerable.

Rick grabbed Cheyennes left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As he squeezed firmly, he said. "Now, you are to refer to me as only Sir. Every time that you do not, your punishment will get more severe. Understand?"

Cheyenne just stood there quietly looking at Rick, as a single tear slowly falls down her right cheek.

"Do you understand?" Rick spoke loudly just inches from Cheyenne's face.

"Why?" Chey whimpered.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes," she cried.

"Yes what, and why are your legs together?" Rick said as He slapped Chey's inner thigh.

Cheyenne slowly spread her legs wide for Rick and said "yes Sir."

Out of Control Ch. 02



I glared down at him; so mad I could almost spit. “What kind of person do you think I am, you idiot? For that matter, what you just did, you ass, was illegal. I could have your fucking badge if I wanted it.”

His head came up and the look on his face said I’d gone too far with him. I moved back, trying to put as much room between us as I could but suddenly my three-bedroom apartment had never seemed so small. I continued moving backwards until I felt the wall press against me. Dead end, a voice in my head said.

Marcus made his way to his feet not fully erect, umm… upright but it seemed to pull on his groin too much. The look in his eye said it all. He was going to kill me and no one would ever find my body. I could hear the news report already. “And in other news, police officials are searching for woman missing since yesterday.” 

I held my hands out in front my body, as if to physically hold him off. That was laughable. He was two times my weight and 4 times my height. I closed my eyes and sighed, dropping my hands to my side. “Kill me if your gonna do it, just make sure you don’t get blood on the new white carpet in the bedroom.”

With my eyes closed I couldn’t see him smile, but I did hear the amusement in his voice when he said, “Baby, I’m not going to kill you, but when I get done with you, you aren’t going to sit down for a week.”

My eyes flew up and up to his face. He was smiling, actually smiling, as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t just sent his balls into his brain. The sight of his grin almost made me forget what he had just done, almost being the key word. “I hate you,” I said my voice husky from unshed tears and something else I couldn’t name. “I am not a prostitute, I am not a whore, understand me, Detective? You can go find one of those on the nearest street corner if that is what you are looking for.”

I moved around him, putting my back to him, to wander into the kitchen. I leaned against the stove, turning on the kettle to make some coffee. I smirked, just like mama always said, hot coffee is best when you’re mad. I didn’t hear him come up behind me until his arms swam around my waist. I jerked away, not wanting his comforting touch yet he just tightened his grip and held me closer.

“I’m sorry, kitten, I was stupid. I should have known you were joking back there at the station. I took you seriously, and the only excuse I can give is that I needed you so bad, I would have done anything.” I shivered as his breath stirred the hair around my ear. His hands were wreaking havoc on my stomach, as he slid them across my midsection. 

A tear leaked from my eye, sliding down my cheek silently. Before long, another made its way down the same path. I heard Marcus say, “Fuck” seconds before I was picked up, turned around and deposited on the counter beside the stove. I stared down at his shirt, memorizing the way his chest filled out his button down shirt. 

“Baby, oh, little one, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to it. I never meant to hurt you.” I looked up at him, seeing the hurt in his eyes, yet I couldn’t hold his gaze. I dropped my eyes to the floor. 

Softly I said, “I want you to go, please, Detective Jackson, right now. If you leave right, I will forget what happened and we both can go back to our lives.” 

I hurt him growl under his breath. “I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine.”

“Really? Then why can’t you look me in the eye right now, huh? I don’t think I’m leaving anytime soon, little one,” he said, all the while staring at my down turned face.

“Please just leave,” I begged quietly.

“Baby, I never wanted you to get hurt. I didn’t come here with that in mind. If I had known you were joking, I wouldn’t have said anything. I sure wouldn’t have liquidated some of my stocks if I’d known,” he said, amusement in his voice.

I didn’t rise to the bait, and he knew it. With a low voice, he went on. “I think we were both having fun before I made an ass of myself and put my foot in my mouth. I know it sure felt like you were warming to my touch. Were you, kitten?”

I didn’t open my mouth, but this time he wasn’t going to let me get away with it. I saw his hand move to my face and I stiffened, unsure of the outcome. I heard him sigh and then felt his hand lift my chin until I was staring in his face. “I’m waiting for an answer, kitten, and as much as I like silent women, this is getting old. So answer me, right now.”

“Yes, damn it, I enjoyed your touch. Are you happy? I admit it, I’m a slut, and I can’t help it. But I don’t want you to touch me, ever again. And stop calling me kitten, I’ve already told you I don’t like it.”

Marcus smiled slightly. There was the kitten he wanted, the one he needed. “I don’t think so. I think your body needs my touch, little one. I think that its begging for me touch you. I think you need me to show you just how good you are, and how good it will feel to cum as I enter you.”

My body, against my will, began to respond to his words. My nipples hardened, and I could feel my pussy begin to get wet. Marcus continued seducing me with his words. “Little one, daddy never meant to make you cry. He hates to see you cry, but he needed you so much that he would have done anything to have you. The last few days you are all I’ve been thinking about. I dream of you at night, kitten, and then wake up hard, wanting you. I go to work and remember all those sexy things you said to me in that room and I want nothing more than to pull you back into that interrogation room and fuck you hard. 

“I know without a doubt, once I get inside you, I’m going to cum so hard. It’s the only thing that I’m afraid of, other than you sending me away. I’m afraid that I’ll cum to fast and then you will think I’m not man enough to give you pleasure.”

I stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his words. He was afraid, him the muscle bound ox that had appeared to unafraid of anything. Yet here he was admitting to me that he was frightened I would find him unmanly. I barked a laugh.

Marcus looked at me in confusion, a small smile coming to his face. “What so funny, little one?”

“Somehow I don’t think you would ever be considered unmanly, Detective. We both know it. More likely it would be that I wasn’t able to get you erect.”

“What?” he said his face once again taking on that confused looked. Seemed to be one of his favorite faces, I thought weirdly.

“I know I’m no beauty queen. I happen to know my faults. So more than likely you would take one look at me naked and run the other way screaming. You wouldn’t be the first.”

“Do you have a wooden leg? Are you extremely hairy below the waist?”

I giggled slightly. “Uh, no and no. I just happen to know that I am not beautiful.”

“Kitten, I think you are incredibly beautiful not to mention sexier than hell. I plan on proving it to,” with that, he scooped me off the counter, turning the stove off as he past. I however was squealing, “Put me down you big ox. I’m gonna-“

“You’re gonna do what, little one? Call a cop?”

I changed tactics then. “Please put me down, I promise I will forget what happened here earlier, and we both can just go on with our daily lives.”

He ignored me, continued through my apartment as if he owned it. “Don’t do this, please don’t do this, Daddy.”

The word slipped out my lips, and it had an instant affect on him, however it wasn’t the affect I wanted. He groaned deeply and looked down at me with lust in his eyes. “Say it again,” he commanded.

“Don’t do this?”

“Don’t be stupid, baby, we both know you aren’t. Say my name again.”

Without thinking, I did what he said. The word slid from my mouth, and I could hear my voice caress it. Again he groaned, yet this time he didn’t say anything. He simply walked us faster down the hall. Finally he asked hoarsely, “Where in the hell is the fucking bedroom in this place?”

I giggled and hid my face in his neck. “I’m not telling. I don’t think this is the right thing to do, Marcus. I really don’t.”

“Girl, if you don’t tell me where the bedroom is right now, I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens. You hear me,” he said in a booming voice. 

“I think the people at the Chinese place down the street heard you, Daddy.”

He laughed huskily. “Tell me, little one.”

I pointed to the door nearest to me. “That one right there, but you better not say anything about the state of the room. I didn’t expect anyone would be viewing it.”

Without ceremony he deposited me in the doorway. “Take off all your clothes. I mean every piece right now.”

“Hmm in a hurry are we?”

“Oh, yeah. The first time gonna be hard and fast so you better be ready for it. Didn’t I tell you to take your clothes off?” he growled low in his throat. 

My hands went to the bottom of my t-shirt and I pulled it over my head all the while never taking my eyes off his face. Underneath the shirt I wasn’t wearing a bra, a fact he had discovered earlier. My large breasts rested against my skin, my nipples tipped up toward him begging him to kiss them, suck them deep into his mouth. I moaned as this thought came to me, imagining the feel of his tongue as it dragged against my nipples. His other hand would be pinching the other nipple, pulling it, rolling it, trying to tame it. 

“Oh, baby, you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to get my hands on them, but I need you to hurry. I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Marcus told me breathlessly.

I had been getting ready for bed when I got the buzz at my door so all I wore was a pair of boxers and panties. I put my thumbs under the waistband and pushed both of them down at the same time. I felt them fall to my feet. I stood before him; naked as the day I was born. 

After a few minutes of silence, I moved to cover my breasts and mound with my hands, knowing deep in my heart that my body repulsed him. However, he stopped me, his large hands coming to cover my own. “Don’t,” he whispered, “just let me look at you for a second please.”

I stood there, self-conscious beyond belief, yet unable to stop what was occurring. I felt his eyes follow my body’s curves, taking in every blemish, every dimple. However, I had a feeling that he enjoyed every part he saw. 

Marcus’s breath was coming hard and fast now, and for a second, I thought he was having a heart attack. He walked behind me staring at my back and bottom. This was the part that I was afraid of. I had hips, what could be considered childbearing hips but my ass was flat as a pancake. I waited with baited breath for him to say something, anything negative but it never came. At that moment, I relaxed and was able to enjoy what was going on. 

He came up behind me, pressing his whole body against my back. Once again I felt his breath as he spoke into my ear. I had a feeling that this was his favorite position, his front to my back. “Baby, you have the ass of a goddess. I can’t wait to see you on all fours with my cock deep in your cunt. Are you a screamer, little one? Am I gonna have gag you so the neighbors will not know what Daddy is over here doing to his little girl?”

I shook my head, unable to tell him the truth. I couldn’t form the words that I knew he would need to know but I was afraid it would make him stop and I was having the time of my life and didn’t want him to. 

As he started back around my front, his hand swung out and slapped me on my left butt cheek. I squealed not from pain but surprise. My eyes flew to his face and I saw the look on amusement there. “I told you I was going to spank your ass. Not right now, but before this is over, I’m going to have you over my knee.”

Marcus sat down on my bed, never taking his eyes from me. His gaze was full of a million promises I know he would fulfill before the night was over. 

I stared at his pulse at the base of his throat, imagining my tongue caressing it, feeling his pulse speed with each flick of my tongue. 

“Come here, Kitten.”

My body obeyed without thinking already sure of the pleasure his would provide. I stopped before him leaving room between us, however that wasn’t what he had in mind. His hands came to rest on my hips pulling me until my legs were on the other side of his. I looked down at him to find his eyes burning a hole into my nipples. 

“I bet they taste like strawberries,” I heard him mutter, right before he leaned his head down and enveloped my nipple into his mouth. The feeling was like a shock to my system. I arched my back, moaning, pressing my breast deeper into his mouth. Unconsciously, I screamed, the pleasure of his hot, wet mouth overwhelming me. His tongue was rough against the hardened nub of my nipple. 

One of his hands had found it’s way behind my back, sliding up and down to the view top of my ass. The other one was worrying my other nipple, pulling it causing me moan with each flick of his finger. 

Marcus pulled his head away from me, causing me to groan deeply. He grinned up at me, saying, “I thought you said you weren’t a screamer, baby.”

I blushed deeply, and he laughed deeply, then his attention returned to my begging nipples. “I knew that your whole body would blush when you did.” Saying that, his mouth once again came back to my other nipple.



Out of Control Ch. 02



Cheyenne had always did what she wanted, when she wanted. If anything, she at least had the illusion of control. Cheyenne now stood totally helpless, a prisoner to man she barely knew. She felt humiliated standing naked before him.

Rick reached up and unhooked Cheyenne from the eye hook that restrained her arms above her head.

"I want you to kneel in front of me. I need to address some issues and I will be totally honest with you. Understand?"

"Yes Sir," Cheyenne said very softly.

She felt relieved to be no longer restrained with her arms above her head. Still, she was naked, hand cuffed and her mind working overtime in what Rick had in store for her.

Rick knelt in front of her and held Chey's cuffed hands. "I'm going to be honest with you, I do not like your attitude, or the way you treat your mother and others with disrespect."

"But.,,," Chey tried to interrupt.

"Be quiet. I will let you know when you may talk. It is time for you to take responsibility for your actions. You are here to learn respect for yourself and others. As you earn that respect, you will be rewarded. Cross me in any way, and we will return to square one and your punishment will match any disobedience."

"You will be given assignments every day that you are here. I may not always be here to watch over you, but the assignments must be done just the same."

Rick stood up and helped Cheyenne to her feet.

"Just in case that you are curious, the doors are double dead bolt locks. The windows are secured shut also."

Rick led Chey to the door, "Should you manage to get out side, the temperature right now is 21 degrees."

Rick led Cheyenne outside naked onto the deck. He unhooked her left wrist and re-hooked it around the railing. Cheyenne winced as the cold seemed to cut right through her.

"Please stop, I won't .,,,,,,,"

"Quiet," Rick said as he walked back indoors leaving Cheyenne standing naked in the winter air. "And don't bother screaming. There is no one around."

Two minutes later Rick returned and unlocked Chey's cuffs.

"Thank you," Cheyenne cried.

"Thank you, what?"

"Thank you Sir,"

Rick grabbed her by the un-cuffed wrist and led her back into the warm house. "You're learning."

Cheyenne followed Rick up the stairs around the corner to the bathroom. The tub was filling with hot water and the mirrors were beginning to steam up.

"I want you to take a long bath. This time I want you to wash, and shave those fucking hairy legs!"

Rick helped Chey to the tub and gently she lowered herself in. Rick again re-cuffed Cheyenne's wrists together and left the room.

Chey melted into the hot water and began to relax. Right now, it didn't matter that she was a prisoner, she was warm. She ran the warm washcloth over her body and washed what areas of her body that she could reach. She reached for the shaving cream and lathered up her right leg. Cheyenne knew that it had been a long time since she had taken the time and cleaned herself up. It had been months since she shaved her legs.

As Chey struggled with the razer and the hand cuffs, she felt a warm feeling come over her body. Maybe it was the warm water. But she was starting to feel aroused.

After shaving her left leg, Cheyenne laid back in the tub and enjoyed the warm water surrounding her body. She found her hands between her legs gently touching her labia.

Cheyenne felt like she was doing something wrong, but she couldn't stop. The warm water on her clit as she rubbed it back and forth was exhilarating.

"What are you doing?" Rick asked as he walked in on her masturbating.

Cheyenne quickly stopped and covered her breasts.

"Hmmm," He said as he sat on the edge of the tub. Rick grabbed the washcloth and lathered it up. He gently began to wash Cheyenne's back all the way down to the crack of her ass.

"Does this feel good?"

Chey just leaned forward and moaned softly as Rick washed, then rinsed the soap away.

"Now, let's wash this hair, shall we? Lean back."

Cheyenne put her trust in Rick as she lay back into his arms. As Rick washed her hair, Chey could feel her self letting go, getting more and more relaxed. No one had ever washed her hair before, except maybe in the hair salon, but that was different.

Rick finished rinsing Cheyenne's hair and grabbed a towel for her head.

He un-cuffed Cheyenne's wrists and helped her out of the tub. He then grabbed a large bath towel and softly dried her body slowly. He blotted the water off her back and surround her with the towel.

"I want you to dry your hair, then come on down stairs when you are finished.,,,, Oh, and leave the towels up here."

Cheyenne finished towel drying her hair, then grabbed the blow dryer and somewhat styled her hair. She knew that she couldn't stay upstairs forever. She had to face the inevitable.

Cheyenne hesitated, then dropped the towel and slowly made her way down the stairs. As she walked around the corner, the first thing Chey noticed was a make shift bed in the middle of the floor. As she looked up, Rick was standing there holding what looked to be leather restraints.

"I want you to sit down, and I want you to do it now," Rick said firmly.

Cheyenne took one step back and stopped. She looked at Rick with that sad eyed little girl look that had worked so well in the past, well at least with other people.

Rick said nothing, just pointed at the bed. He pointed at Cheyenne, and again at the bed.

Chey knew that he was serious and slowly lowered herself down on the make-shift bed. She slowly sat down looking up at Rick. 

Cheyenne wanted to scream and fight him, but right now her fight was gone.

Rick smiled at Chey, "Until I'm sure that you can be trusted, I have to make a few assurances. "These are Fleece Lined Lockable Restraints that will be a part of you as long as you live with me."

Rick knelt down and began to attach the restraints. One by one, He buckled the restraints and locked the small padlocks. Rick then attached her wrist together and fastened her restraints in front of her. He grabbed her left ankle and secured it, then her right.

"I want you to lay back and put your head on the pillow," Rick said as He lowered her down.

"Now, I want you to spread those legs of yours, wide."

Cheyenne lay there with her knees tight together not wanting to obey Rick.

"Are you sure you want to get an attitude with me? I think it's time you lay across my knees again. What do you think?"

Chey quickly spread her legs for Rick. "No Sir."

"When I say wide, I mean wide. Wider," He yelled.

Cheyenne spread her legs as wide as she could. Rick ran the back of his hands up Cheyenne's right thigh stopping short of her little pussy. He then ran his hands up up her left leg resting on her thigh.

"Good job shaving, Chey, but you have such a beautiful pussy, why would you want to cover it up with this thick bush?" Rick said as He tapped Cheyenne's pussy three times.

"I don't know Sir," Chey gasped as she felt Rick's strong hand against her lips.

Rick let out a sigh, "I'll fix that."  



Out of Control Ch. 03



**I just want to say thanks to all the people who sent feedback during the past two years and I am really sorry that it took me this long to get the thing sent in and written. Sorry about all the typos and for it being more romantic than just straight going at it. Hope you enjoy. **

The feel of Marcus' mouth on my breast was almost too much to take. I arched up into him, loving the feel of his body against mine. My arms went to his shoulders, gripping and pulling him closer. I wanted my whole breast in his mouth. Yet all he would take was the nipple. 

I groaned in frustration when he raised his head and looked at me. Marcus just chuckled. "Marcus, please."

Looking at me with heavy lids, he asked, "Please what, kitten?"

I growled slightly. "You know what."

"No, I don't," Marcus said, "and don't take that tone with me, little girl." So saying, I felt a stinging slap on my bare bottom.

Instantly I remembered my place. "Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry."

"That's better, little one. I know you are enjoying yourself and you like what Daddy is doing to you. If you want me to continue or if there is anything you want to have done to you, all you have to do is ask me. Understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good, now come give Daddy a kiss." Not thinking of anything but the feel of his lips on mine, I pressed up against him, standing on the very tips of my toes to reach his lips. I pressed my lips against his lightly at first, enjoying the process. I could feel his hard body against mine, straining through his clothes.

My tongue hesitantly licked at his lips, almost unsure of the mechanics at work. Marcus grabbed me suddenly but the waist, pulling me harder against him. When he saw I couldn't get any closer, he bent and grabbed me by the waist, lifting me completely off the floor. 

"Wrap your legs around me, baby." I did so, moaning as my inflamed pelvis came into touch with him.

Marcus groaned and said huskily, "God, you are so fucking hot, little one. I can't wait to stick my hard cock into your pussy."

He pressed me up against the nearest wall, and looked down at me. Marcus saw her kissable lips, and knew that she was his. He told her just that. "Once I get inside you baby, I am never leaving. No one will touch this pussy now. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Tell me what I just said."

She breathed out harshly, her eyes flashing. "I'm not stupid, Marcus. You're saying only you will be fucking me while we are together."

She stared at him defiantly and Marcus grinned slowly. His kitten was always spoiling for a fight. Just to please himself, he tapped her on the ass again. "What did I say about that tone of voice?"

Her eyes flashed dangerously. "You keep hitting me and there won't be anything left of you to fuck me with. Also I'll say whatever I want. You aren't my-."

She stopped at that sentence and blushed. He threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Oh, but I am. When I entered this room, I become someone more. I AM YOUR DADDY, Kitten, and don't forget it."

Marcus took her lips again, sliding his tongue into her mouth, dueling with hers. He wanted to show her just how much control over her he had. His hands moved, his left hand going to the back of her neck, his right moving down her body until it reached her breast. He grasped her nipple and pulled. It didn't hurt too much but it still made her scream against his lips. 

Gently he smoothed her nipple, showing her without words how it would be between them. Pain might come but he would make it better with a soft word and a gentle hand. 

His long fingers continued down her body, not stopping until they reached the notch between her legs. He already knew she was wet. She was so wet; she had put a wet spot on the front of his jeans. Not that he minded, in fact he loved knowing he got her that wet simply from kissing her. His hand moved between their bodies and his fingers felt just how wet she was for him. She was drenched. He quickly pulled his fingers up and stuck them in his mouth after releasing her mouth.

Oh, god, he thought, she tasted just as his he expected. He licked all the juices from his fingers and knew he had to have more. So much more. 

Quickly he pulled her closer to him and strode to the bed. He deposited her on the bed gently, following her down, as he settled between her thighs. 

"Baby, you tasted so good. I need to feast on you. Can I please, baby?"

She looked at him and nodded. He didn't even notice. Asking had been a technicality. He would have simply persuaded her to let him if she had refused. 

Softly he kissed he belly and he heard her soft intake of breath. She was just as ready for this as he was.

I watched his dissent with growing anticipation. The feelings he made me feel were so incredible I didn't think I'd ever felt the way I did with him. I screamed as his mouth finally settled on my pussy. At first his mouth was gentle, his lips only kissing my nether lips. I loved looking at him, his head nestled between my legs, causing all those wonderful feelings.

Suddenly his mouth settled fully over my clit. I bucked up against him, again crying out in joy. 

Marcus looked up at me and grinned. He removed his mouth, his face shining with my pussy juices.

"Am I going to have gag you, baby? Mmm, I can just see you know, gagged and tied to the bed, withering as I eat your beautiful puss."

Marcus made a move to leave me and gather the things to tie me to the bed. Quickly I stammered, "No, please Daddy, don't stop. I'll be quiet, I promise."

I turned my head slightly to stare into his beautiful blue eyes. With my own, I pleaded with him.

He laughed again and came up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips. The taste was a heady thing and I moaned loudly.

"I told you that you tasted great. Every thing is beautiful with you kitten. You are making Daddy a very happy man. I want you Kitten. I've wanted you ever sense you walked into my life with your smart-ass mouth and tight body. You know what I wanted to do with you that day in the interrogation room?" he asked as he propped himself on his arms surrounding me with his body. 

I did but I wanted him to tell me. I needed him to confess his want to me. It made me feel powerful yet I was humbled that a man of his bearing would lust after me. I shook my head, my hair bunching around my face. His hand lifted and pushed it away, lingering on my cheek to caress it lightly.

"I wanted to take you right there in that room. I didn't care that there were other people watching. Hell, I think I would have enjoyed touching you body while someone looked on. The people able to look but not touch you sexy body."

He pulled back from me suddenly. His gaze was fierce. "This body is mine, Kitten. No one else's. I know you already said you understood but I want you to know what you are getting into. If you can't handle that, let me know because I won't stand for someone else caressing you ass, sucking your tits, or playing with you luscious pussy."

I should have been outraged, should have pushed myself away from him, demanding he left. However, I did none of that. I simply nodded and offered him my lips to show him I agreed. 

Marcus groaned and as out lips met, my hands came up and framed his face. My lips caressed his softly, pressing hard when I felt the need to show my arousal.

Slowly, I pulled back, my lips not wanting to separate from his. "Marcus, I've already said I'd only sleep with you until you decide that we are through."

Once again I joined my lips to his. My hands journeyed over his body, discovering just how wide his shoulders were and how hard his abs seemed. Slowly my hand traveled down...down...until I was able to feel his cock pressing against my hand through his pants. He growled and pressed his cock further into my hands. However he quickly pulled back.

"Not yet, baby. We have some things to discus, ok?"

I nodded, too addled brained to answer. At that moment I would have probably jumped out my window if he'd asked. 

"I know that we didn't start off on the right foot and a lot of that is my fault. But-what was that?"

"Nothing," I said grinning impishly. "I didn't say anything."

Marcus grinned and pinched my nipple gently. However his mouth dipped down to ease the sting away, leaving me moaning for more. 

"What was it you said, kitten?"

"I-I said that it was all of your fault," I stuttered, suddenly afraid of his reaction.

Marcus looked at me with unreadable eyes and then suddenly threw his head back and laughed. "Kitten," he said once he'd quieted, "I love that smart mouth of yours. Kiss me with it again. I can't seem to get enough of it."

My lips found his and soon we both were breathing hard. I could feel his arousal pressing against me and I shivered slightly, imagining the feeling as he slid inside me. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, wanting nothing more that to feel the press of his bare skin against my own. However, my fingers wouldn't cooperate and I sobbed my frustration into his mouth.

Marcus pulled back from me, taking in the picture of my body begging for release. I saw his fingers tighten on the pillowcase beside my head and for a second I though we would finally do what I needed done. No such luck though.

"I told you we needed to talk. Now stop teasing Daddy and be a good little girl. And stop looking at me like that, damnit," he growled.

"Like what?"

"Like you'd let me take you at anytime."

"Well, I would. We both know I want you. Why do you think I was such a bitch? I didn't know how to handle a man like you," I said, slightly bitter.

"Man like me? What the hell does that mean?"

"You know. Handsome, in control all the time. Someone who is ten times better than me," I muttered under my breath. Marcus heard me however. His reaction was not what I expected. His head drew back to stare at me silently. His eyes had turned to an icy blue. Harshly he said, "You are a fucking goddess, do you understand? How could you not think I find you sexier than hell? My dick is as hard as a railroad spike. I've been in a constant state of arousal since you opened that sexy mouth of yours and spewed fire at me. Every night since we met, I've been going home to my apartment and jerking my cock, imagining you there with me. You're mine, baby, and I'm not letting go. THIS is mine," his hand once again settling on my pussy, his grip more forceful. "I'm the only one who is going to feel you cum. The only one who will make you scream."

As he said these words, his fingers were doing magical things to me. He slid first one finger into my cunt, followed shortly by another, filling me to the brim. Slowly the tempo built until I was rocking my hips to his thrusts.

Marcus leaned in and whispered in my ear. "You like that don't you baby? You like having Daddy finger fuck his pretty little girl. Daddy can't wait until he can stuff your pussy with his cock. Would you like that baby?"

"Yesssss, Daddy," I moaned as he slid his fingers deeper inside me.

"Tell Daddy what you want him to do, love." His mouth kissed along my jaw line, nipping my chin slightly.

I couldn't think, couldn't speak because of the things he was doing to me. Suddenly his hands and mouth disappeared, leaving me to cry out in disappointment.

"Apparently you don't like what I'm doing baby so I'll stop."

"NO, Daddy, don't stop. PLEASE, don't stop. I love the feeling of your finger inside me, I can't wait for you to slide your cock into my pussy."

Marcus resumed his ministrations and once again, his mouth returned to whisper wickedly to me. "I want you so much baby. I've imagined how tight your cunt will be around my cock. I've seen you in every position but my favorite is you underneath me, begging me in that sexy southern voice of yours to fuck you harder. I am going make you my slut, baby. I'm going to have you wet and ready every time I come home. I'm gonna pull you close to me as soon as I get home, bend you over the table, and shove my cock in your cunt."

With those words I came violently. My body arched underneath him and I screamed loudly. Marcus quickly lowered his mouth onto mine to keep me quiet.

His fingers continued to rub and plunge inside me, causing me to continue to orgasm, over and over again. Finally it was over and Marcus rolled us until he was on his back and I was lying on top of him.

I gazed down at him, sleepily noticing how drawn his face looked. Quickly I said, "I'm sorry. I know I must be heavy. I'll get off you."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"I'm too heavy. That's why you look uncomfortable. Let me up," I said struggling against his tightening arms.

"You are not going anywhere. And you aren't too heavy. STOP IT," he roared, his hand coming down on my ass hard. "I'm uncomfortable because my dick needs to come soon or I'll die. You are fucking perfect the way you are and I don't want to hear you say another word, understand?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy, I understand."

"Good, now stand up and help Daddy undress." So saying Marcus deposited me onto the floor, holding me close while I waited for my legs to work. I looked into his beautiful face and I once again felt the pull of arousal.

I slid my hands into his unbuttoned shirt and slowly pushed it from hi shoulders. As my palms made contact with his nipples, Marcus inhaled sharply. I loved knowing I controlled some things in this relationship.

His hand has been busy undoing his jeans and within seconds, Marcus was standing in front of me, totally nude. He was beautiful, no blemishes discernable to the naked eye. I told him so and had the pleasure of seeing him blush.

I laughed and let my eyes feast on him. As if led with a magnet, my eyes latched onto the sight of his erection. My mouth began to water and I knew what I would do next.

I immediately dropped to my knees, startling Marcus. I licked my lips and turned my eyes up to him. Mischievously I asked, "Daddy, can I lick your lollipop?"

Marcus audible swallowed and I heard him whisper, " Thank you God," before he told me I could.

Slowly I leaned in and kissed the tip. He was so big, I thought, reveling in that fete. In truth I had thought he could be nothing but large seeing as everything else about him was. 

I pulled back slightly to gaze at the monster before me. My mind wandered and once again I was daydreaming about him being inside me. Oh, the feelings it would bring.

I felt Marcus' hand tighten on my head where it lay and I quickly returned to business. I leaned in and enveloped the head of his cock in my mouth. I could taste his precum on my tongue and the reaction it caused made me groan. My mouth tightened on him, drawing him deeper inside my mouth.

Before long his whole cock was stuffed inside my mouth and he was moaning desperately. As I sucked him, I could hear him urging me on, telling me how good a cocksucker I was and how I was such a good little slut. His words had a profound effect on me and I became more aroused.

I began to suck his cock harder, bobbing my head faster and faster, wanting to feel his cum splatter into my waiting mouth.

Unfortunately Marcus didn't want that. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to kiss him. His legs spread mine and soon again his hand was flicking my clit.

"I want you on my cock now, baby. Lay down on the bed."

Quickly I did just that. Marcus followed just as swift. "I'm sorry baby," he said staring into my eyes.

"For what, Daddy?"

"Our first time isn't going to be slow and easy. I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast."

Suddenly his cock slammed into my wet cunt. Oh, god, he was huge and it hurt so badly. I screamed and jerked to get away. However, Marcus had control of me and wouldn't release me.

"A virgin? My kitten was a virgin? I never thought it possible. God, you are so tight, like a goddamn vise on my cock. Oh, baby, thank you for this gift. Thank youuuu," he said starting to move slowly, inch by inch.

That time the movement wasn't painful. In fact it felt extremely good. Slowly the movement built and I responded. Before long I was arching against him, begging him loudly to fuck me harder.

He was happy to oblige. Two more strokes and over the edge I went. Marcus only took two more after that to join me. He collapsed heavily on top of me and after a few minutes I thought perhaps he was dead.

However soon he rolled us over until I was sprawling on top of him. I closed my eyes, tired yet happy for the first time in a long time.

"How?" he asked quietly, drawing me from my daze.

"Huh?"

"How is it you are still a virgin? I mean until just then." He wondered, sliding his hand up and down my back soothingly.

" 'Cause no man ever wanted me. They didn't find me attractive," I said simply.

Marcus swatted me softly on the butt. "What did I say about talking down on yourself? Stop it."

"I'm not. It's just most men don't take the time to see the real me. Men take one look at me and see bag lady and keep moving. That is-."

"Until me. Yep. I took one look and couldn't see past these luscious tits," he said needling them hard, "or beyond your awesome ass." His hand settled on my bottom as he continued to speak. "Well, whatever the reason I'm honored you gave me your virginity. And I plan on doing everything in my power to corrupt you. Because, baby, you make me out of control and I plan on doing the same to you."

His lips found mine again as his caresses grew more possessive. I could hardly wait to see just how he did that. 



Out of Control Ch. 03



Cheyenne slept on the floor that night, lying on her stomach, shackled to her spreader bar with the plug still deep in her ass. Her pussy ached from Rick's teasing. Unable to touch herself was driving her crazy. 

She was a prisoner in this man's house, forced to be naked. He had shaved her, spanked her, humiliated her and held her against her will. Still, Chey ached for His touch.

Cheyenne was confused. Why was she feeling this way? Was it her submissive side, her under lying fantasies or just Rick's ability to care.

Whatever the reason, Chey knew that she was His to do with what he pleased.

"Good Morning," Rick said as He walked down the stairs.

"Good morning Sir," Cheyenne said softly.

Rick removed the blanket covering Cheyenne exposing her perfect little ass.

"Did you enjoy your little toy?" Rick asked as he padded her softly on her cheeks.

Cheyenne never had anything in her ass before, that was an exit only as far as she was concerned, but this had aroused her. 

Cheyenne tightened her muscles around the plug, "Yes Sir."

Rick slowly unlocked and unbuckled all of Cheyenne's bindings. "Sit up."

Cheyenne sat up forcing the plug deeper inside of her. 

Rick grabbed Chey by the hand and helped her to her feet. "Don't you let that plug slip."

Cheyenne clenched her cheeks together as Rick led her to the bathroom.

"Turn around, I want you on your hands and knees." Rick said as he guided Chey back down to the floor.

"To live here, you will be clean, inside and out," Rick said as he spread Cheyenne cheeks wide. I'm going to remove this plug. Just relax."

Cheyenne was relieved to know the toy was coming out yet there was something about it that fascinated her. Chey winced as He slowly withdrew the toy.

"Very good," Rick said. "Just put your head down and relax.

Chey didn't know what Rick had in mind. She felt his fingers around her ass hole, rubbing closer and closer until she felt one of his fingers probing her little hole.

"Relax, just relax." Rick said in a reassuring voice.

Cheyenne tried to fight the urge to tighten around his finger. Little by little, her trust in Rick 

to the point of relaxation.

I" I'm going to give you an enema. Do you know what that is?"

"Yes Sir."

"Have you ever had one before?"

"No Sir," Chey whispered.

"Just relax, you will feel sudden fullness. A warmness deep inside. I want you to hold this as long as possible. Just relax." Rick said as he rubbed Chevy's lower back.

Cheyenne felt the insertion and the warmth that followed. Immediately, she felt the urge to go to the bathroom, but Rick's gentle caress and patience gave her strength. Rick's hand left the small of her back and began to rub her pussy.

"OH God, Yes, Yes!" Cheyenne felt herself starting to cum. "Don't stop."

At that moment, Rick slapped her ass hard. "What?"

Cheyenne knew she had unconsciously blurted out. "I'm sorry Sir."

At that moment, Cheyenne cried out, "Sir, Sir I have to go!"

Rick closed the valve and immediately helped Chey to the toilet. Within seconds, Cheyenne was empty. She sat there exhausted trying to understand what had just happened.

Rick turned on the shower to warm it up for Cheyenne. After about a minute, Rick opened the door. Cheyenne climbed in and tried to shut the door behind her,

"Just wash, this isn't play time," Rick said as he leaned up against the door to watch.

Cheyenne wished it was play time. Her pussy ached to be touched. This was her first shower since Rick had shaved her smooth. She had never felt this naked. Her skin around her pussy was oh so sensitive. If only Rick wasn't there, she thought.

Cheyenne's knees got weak when it was time to clean her private areas, and Rick knew it.

"That will be enough of that," He said smiling.

Cheyenne shut off the shower and stepped into the awaiting towel that Rick was holding for her. Rick carefully wiped the droplets of water from her body.

"Thank you Sir

Rick hung up the towel and led Cheyenne back to the living room. "You may sit on the couch."

Rick grabbed her wrist and ankle restraints and handed them to Cheyenne. "I think you know what to do with these."

Cheyenne smiled, softly, "Yes Sir."



Out of Control Ch. 04



*Just wanted to say thanks to all the people out there that actually liked these characters. Sorry for taking so long with another chapter but thanks for the kind words. Sorry for the mistakes. I'm only human, at least I think I am. :) *

It had been two weeks since Marcus and I began a relationship. It had been two glorious, sometimes maddening weeks. He took his role as daddy extremely serious and while I did the same, there are certain days that I wished we could be just another couple.

Our days usually began with him sliding from my bed, climbing into the shower, and then a few kisses before he made it out the door. He would be gone all day and just when I thought I would have to go to bed without him, he'd let himself in. Most nights we made love, and if we didn't, we always tried to. Sometimes he was just too tired. 

We always meet at my apartment. At first, I thought it was simply because Marcus didn't want to share me with the world around him. I felt, FEEL, cherished and yet in the last few days, I've began to wonder. What if he was just using me, what if I'm not as irresistible as he seemed to make out? 

Nagging doubts fluttered around the back of my head as I sat in front of the TV late one night. Marcus had yet to put in an appearance, dinner lying forgotten on the table, long gone cold. The apartment felt cold, yet the thermostat read a toasty 70 degrees. I soon got tired of being useless and abandoned the TV to pace the apartment.

Millions of scenarios flitted through my mind. He was never this late. It was almost 1 in the morning. I knew I should have gone to bed a while ago, but I kept thinking any minute he would walk through the door. He'd take one look at me and know I was severely pissed. He'd smile that smile, assuming correctly that all he needed to do was kiss me a few times and everything would be copasetic. But as 2am rolled around and still he didn't appear I began to worry. What if he'd been in an accident on the way home? The hospitals wouldn't call a girlfriend and if Marcus was...oh, god...unconscious, he wouldn't be able to have them let me know. 

My hand quickly snatched up the phone and just as I'd been doing for the last two hours, I dialed Marcus's cell phone number.

Ringing once, twice, three times his voice mail kicked in.

"This is Detective Marcus Jackson and I'm unable to take your call. If this is an emergency, hang up and dial 9-1-1. Otherwise leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks." The phone paused and then the beep sounded. 

"Uh, Daddy, Marcus, please, PLEASE call me when you get this message or any of the other 100 messages I've left you. I'm beginning to get scared and if you don't call me or show up in the next 10 minutes, I'm going to start calling the hospitals. Uh, so please just give me a call."

I clicked the phone off and dropped it onto the couch. This was driving me crazy. What could be wrong with him that he couldn't take my calls?

Just then a thought bounced into my head. What if he'd been shot? Images of death and destruction filled my head as I quickly scrambled for the handset again. This time I punched the numbers to the local hospital. 

When the call was answered I quickly asked if a Detective Jackson had been admitted. A few minutes passed as the receptionist went to work.

"No, ma'am, we haven't received a person with that name," she informed me, and at once I was able to breathe again.

Giving the woman my thanks, I ended the call. I sat undecided for some time. What if he'd simply been so tired he'd gone back to his house? But I pushed that thought away immediately. He WOULD have called in that case. There had to another reason.

I quickly grabbed the yellow pages from beneath the telephone stand and began to gather the numbers for all the hospitals in a 20 mile radius. I started from the top of the list and 15 minutes later I at least was able to say he wasn't in the hospital.

Not really knowing what else to do, I called Marcus' precinct.

"9th precinct, this is Sergeant Koslov speaking. Can I help you?" A voice growled from the other end of the line. 

"Yes, I need to speak to Detective Marcus Jackson. He's with Internet Crimes..." I think, I thought suddenly. 

"He's already left for the night, miss. Those guys tend to keep banker's hours," Koslov grumbled.

"Oh, okay. Do you happen to know if he just left or...," I asked leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Now that I can't be one hundred percent sure of. I got here about 11 and I think he had already left by then," came his gruff reply.

"Oh, okay," I said hesitantly.

"Is there anyone else who can help you?"

"No...no, I just had a quick question for him. I'll try to catch up with him some other time."

I clicked the phone off and let it drop listlessly from my fingers. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was nearing 3 am and still no Marcus.

Suddenly a thought popped into my head and I jerked forward on the couch. 

He'd blown me off. My breath whooshed from my lungs as the idea formed. He wasn't lying dead in a ditch somewhere. He had simply had enough of me and decided to move on with his life.

Sure, he's given no hints that he was getting bored with me, but everyone knows men are fickle creatures. He'd simply didn't have the balls to tell me he's had enough. 

Even as the anger came, so did the pain which was greater than any I'd ever felt. Tears streamed down my face as I remembered his whispered words from the morning. "I hate getting out of this warm bed and leaving you in it all alone. But knowing you'll be in it when I get home, makes the day go by so much faster."

He'd climbed back on the bed and we'd kissed until I was begging him to love me. He'd stopped, barely, and said I'd have to wait until he got home.

I heard his words in my head and I cried harder. Before long though, I was out of tears. Pulling myself to my feet, I shuffled around my apartment, readying for bed. He wasn't coming so I might as well go to bed, I thought. I checked the locks and turned down the lights.

I walked slowly to my bed and climbed in. His scent rose form the pillow beside me and once again, tears came. I pulled the pillow close to my face and breathed deep. I curled into the fetal position with the pillow still pressed to my face. After what seemed like hours, I finally was able to slip into sleep.

When I opened my eyes I knew I was dreaming. The body behind me was warm, the hands wrapped snuggly around my waist, and a leg inserted between mine. Hot breath stirred the hair at my temple and pressed against my ass was a hard spike. It was how I awoke every morning and yet today was different. I knew this was a dream and that Marcus wasn't really here. He was a figment of my imagination, a cruel manifestation of my body's remembrance of him.

I pressed myself back against him, glorying in the feel of his hard body against mine. I could never get over the differences in our bodies. His body was hard all over, a body built in the early years in the military. He'd told me that he'd simply gotten into the habit after he'd left the Marines of working out. It helped him relax from a hard day. I didn't mind, hell I loved the results so if he wanted to get buff, more power to him. 

I glanced at the arm securing my waist and the difference continued. His skin was a dusty gold, a trait he'd inherited from his grandmother, who was Italian. My skin was a white almost transparent from my Scottish relatives centuries past. The first few nights with Marcus, he'd been so worried that he'd bruise me and while I did, I didn't care. I loved the marks he placed on my body and so did he. 

I pressed my ass against him again, wanting just a few more minutes with him before the dream ended. I heard him groan in his sleep and I knew it wouldn't be long before he was awake. 

His hands had already began their journey along the lines of my body. His left hand had attached itself to my breast, needling it, sending arrows of pleasure coursing through my body. His right hand slid gently down my side, over my hips and around my belly to slide between my already spread thighs. I arched into him, pushing his hand deeper into my pussy.

"Mmmm, someone must have been dreaming naughty, huh?" I heard his sleep-filled voice mutter.

You have no idea, my subconscious broadcasted. This is by far one of the most vivid dreams I'd ever had. I could even smell my own arousal in this one. He pressed a kiss to the pulse behind my ear and I moaned loudly.

"Please," I begged, unsure of what I was asking.

My hips were gliding back and forth against him. I couldn't stop myself from arching my body into his. It was amazing how even though it had only been two weeks, he already knew just where to touch me. 

His voice interrupted my thoughts. "How is it that you can make me feel this way? I look at you and I instantly get hard. I think you have bespelled me, little witch. Thoughts of you interrupt my work, making me crazy. I think of you and all I want to do it run home, throw you up against the nearest wall, and fuck you hard. Yet even after we fuck, the wanting doesn't go away. It subsides for a while but never goes completely away."

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," I said, voice husky with desire.

"Not bad, but I really do sometimes wonder at the hold you have on me. It was like that from the first. You looked at me with those big green eyes of yours and that was all she wrote. I knew then that I had to have you, bedamned what anyone else wanted."

"I remember. You looked at me as if you wanted to fuck me right there," I said, moaning at the thought. It was a fantasy that I had thought of many times and Marcus had even expressed thoughts about it. 

"You would love that wouldn't you, little one? Daddy fucking you while someone watched. Your pussy gets so wet when we talk about it. Would it be a woman or a man?"

His words were taking me so close to the edge, I could barely think. "I would want it to be a man, Daddy. I wouldn't want you to get any ideas about hooking up with another woman." My insecurities slipped out then and Marcus was quick to placate me. "I wouldn't want anyone but you. Truthfully, I don't think I could get it up for anyone else but you."

Those words were music to my ears. Sure I was dreaming but I mean, if you're gonna dream, dream big, right? Yes, I knew I was setting myself up for heartache later but this is my dream. I can dream what I want to.

Marcus continued. "I wouldn't mind having some guy watch me slam my cock into your pussy, but I WOULD NEVER want him to touch you. I am not going to share you, no matter what. This is mine," his hand going to cup my pussy, "no one is getting it, ever."

His hand pressed against my mound, sending pleasure through me like lightening. He whispered in my ear, "I know you want to cum, so go ahead. Daddy wants you nice and juicy when he slides in. He doesn't want worry about hurting you today."

"You never hurt me, Daddy," I rushed to reassure him. 

"Well, Daddy is afraid he might today. He wants his Kitten so bad he's not sure he can stop himself. So I want that pussy of mine nice and lubed so I can't hurt it."

Marcus slid one of his fingers inside me, creating a joyful sensation in me. I couldn't wait until it was his cock inside my cunt. I wanted him so bad, more than I've ever wanted anyone. Sometimes the level of want scares me but today I didn't care. I had one last time with him and I was taking every second from this so I could remember it when I awoke. 

His index finger pressed gently against my clit and I almost came up off the bed. "You love that don't you, little girl?" he taunted. "I get you so ready. I could have you whenever I wanted and you wouldn't be able to say no, would you?"

I was unable to answer as he attached his mouth to my neck and sucked. He loved to mark me, showing the world I was his. The feeling of his mouth and hands combined until I was begging him to let me cum.

My voice broke as I begged, "Daddy, please, please let me cum. I need it...I need you so bad."

His voice was gentle as he denied me. "No, not yet. Daddy's not through playing with you yet. You like it when daddy plays with you, don't you, baby?"

"Yessss."

"Then be a good girl and let Daddy love his little girl."

He grabbed my right leg and placed it over his hip, leaving me wide open. "Mmm, look at that. My little slut is all ready and waiting for me just like I like."

My eyes closed, I moaned my agreement yet suddenly he grabbed my braid and jerked my head up. "I said look, little girl," he said, his voice harsh in the early morning silence.

Opening my eyes, I directed my eyes toward the closet and the floor-length mirror attached. Marcus had been ecstatic when he'd discovered it our second day together. He'd told me he loved watching me as he shoved his hard cock into me.

His hand seemed so large as it shifted through the hair between my thighs. The hand on my breast however wasn't quite large enough to contain it. Every evening when he'd come home, he liked to slide up behind me and run his hands up and under my night shirt. He said he had never see something as beautiful as them.

My inner thoughts ceased with his words. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes," I begged, almost passing out from the constant build up and let down.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm ready." At my words, his hand left my pussy and traveled behind me to grip his cock. Stroking it slowly, he ran the head back and forth along my pussy lips. Once, twice, three times he taunted me and just as thought I'd cum from that, he suddenly slammed forward, inserting himself to the hilt.

"Oh, shit. I've been dreaming about this all damn day. You are so tight, baby, you literally milk my cock."

It only took one long stroke and I was gone. The pleasure was just as intense as all the times before and yet something was different. 

Its because its all a dream, nimrod, my thoughts mocked.

Yet even though I'd climaxed I could still feel him inside of me. As his strokes continued I could feel myself being pushed closer and closer to another climax. Again it didn't take more than 2 strokes of his hard strong cock inside me to send me over the edge. This time he followed me. His shout of joy rang through the room and then he collapsed beside me.

Unable to feel him anymore I knew the dream was over. Once again I was alone. I began to cry in earnest and no matter how I tried to stifle the sound, I couldn't. A sob sneaked from my lips and then suddenly the mattress moved.

"Baby, what's the matter? Did I hurt you?" his voce filled the room.

Sure I was hallucinating, I glance up and there he was. He was laying exactly on his side of the bed like always. He didn't look like a dream but then dreams never did.

"I'm dreaming you're still here, aren't I?" I muttered thinking that I must have finally gone off the deep end.

"Uh, no, I'm here."

"Ok, Amie Marie, its time to wake up and face reality," I said loudly. "He's gone and not coming back. NOW WAKE UP."

Marcus looked at me strangely before leaning over and pinching me on my ass. I yelped from the pain. "If this was a dream, you wouldn't have felt that."

"You're really here," I said, unable to comprehend that small concept.

"Yep," he said, his hand replacing mine to sooth the mark on my butt.

"But you left me...,"

"I did? They why am I here right now then?" he said in a superior tone.

"Uh, that's what I'm trying to figure out."

"Well, I definitely haven't left you. I wouldn't do that. Where did you get that idea?" he asked as he pulled me into his arms. Unable to think correctly I simply sat silent for a few minutes.

"But you never came home last night."

"Yes, I did. I got home about 11. You had already passed out so I just got into bed with you, letting you sleep. You have no idea how hard it was to leave you alone. I really needed you last night. Thoughts of you body had been running through my mind all damn day. I finished up work and hurried home but you looked so tired that I figured I'd leave you be. Now I'm wishing I'd woken you up."

"No, I stayed up until 3 am and you still hadn't made it in. I called your cell, the hospitals, even work but Sergeant Koslov said you'd left hours before," I said staring up at him. The more I talked about the night before, the madder I became. I knew what I was talking about. He was the wrong one here. 

"Check your cell messages," I said, voice tight with anger.

"I don't have it with me. It's on charge at the station. Look I don't really see what the big deal is here. I mean, I showed up. I haven't left you and I don't plan on leaving you so it's not really a big deal."

Feeling as if he thought I was crazy, I pulled myself from his lap and started for the kitchen after grabbing my robe.

A few minutes later I heard the shower turn on. I had to compose myself before he came back in here. Quickly I pulled my hair up onto my head. I rushed into the bedroom and grabbed some clothes, not caring what I held. I dressed quickly and just as the water turned off, I returned to the living room. The cream colored walls, so often a relaxation tool, failed to settle my raging nerves. I hated confrontation. I can handle myself if need be, but I'd much rather avoid the whole thing totally. I knew that would be next to impossible with him in the mood he was in.

I placed some bread in the toaster and switched the coffeemaker on. Remembering last night's dinner, I headed into the dining room to clear the plates. The sight of the cold dishes made my insides twist.

"Baby?" Marcus called from the kitchen.

I grabbed the dishes up and headed back into battle. 

"There you are. What's this?" he asked, nodding at the dishes.

"Dinner," I said flatly.

Marcus' brow furrowed and I waited for the outburst. It never came. "Listen baby, I have got to run. I'll be home about 7 tonight, I promise, ok?"

He leaned into kiss me but I quickly turned my head away. His kiss caught me on the edge of my lips yet the contact spread through my body like wildfire. Marcus was moved as well, growling in frustration.

"We will talk about this when I get back."

"No."

"Good, we won't talk about it then."

"No, I mean, don't come over tonight," I said, the words almost hurting me as they left my lips. I keep my eyes on the floor, knowing that if I looked at him I'd back down. I'd take him back and forget the worry that I'd gone through last night just because I loved being with him.

"Don't be silly. We will figure this thing out tonight when I get home."

"No, Detective."

I heard him inhale sharply. His voice when it came was hoarse. "Baby, we will talk about this tonight when I get home."

"I won't open the door for you," I said listlessly. Why didn't he just LEAVE already?

"Don't need you to. I have a key remember?" he taunted.

Quickly he grabbed my waist and pulled me into a forceful kiss. His lips were brutal against mine, crushing them to his in surrender. His tongue smoothly slid between my lips and swirled around my mouth. Against my will, my body pressed against his, rubbing my breasts against his chest and my pussy against his legs. I heard a husky laugh and then he pulled back. "I'll be back in no time, baby. Keep this pussy hot for me, ok?"

CHAPTER SEVEN

Marcus left the apartment and hurried to his car, a late model Ford, and slipped inside. He was late for a meeting with the chief. This thing with Amie Marie had thrown his plans off totally.

He'd woken up this morning with such a feeling of contentment. His job was going well, he finally had a woman who seemed to care about him and he'd learned last night soon he was getting a promotion with a pay raise. He could do so many things with the money and he'd wanted to rush home and share the news with him. Except when he's let himself in, she'd been asleep. Feeling guilty for all the times he'd woken her to make love, he had let her sleep.




Out of Control Ch. 04



Cheyenne slowly buckled her right fleece lined leather restraint, then her left. She managed to buckle her left wrist restraint, but struggled with her right.

"Sir?" Chey asked softly while holding arms out in front of her.

Rick helped Cheyenne with her wrist restraints and fastened the two together in front of her. He then helped Cheyenne to her feet and led her to His chair.

"Lay across my knees," He said firmly.

"Sir, have I disappointed you?" Chey questioned.

Rick grabbed Cheyenne by her wrists and guided her across his knees. Cheyenne braced herself with her arms on the floor, her ass high in the air.

Chey felt the strong hand of Rick's softly caressing her silky smooth ass. He ran is fingers on the inside of her thighs to her labia, then stoped.

"Do you like this?" Rick asked as his fingers touched her wetness.

"Oh, yes,Sir, yes."

"Hmmmmmmm," Rick growled.

Cheyenne felt a drop of cold liquid on the crack of her ass slowly running downward, then another, and yet another.

Rick rubbed the liquid slowly around Chey ass. She felt Rick's finger slowly entering her forbidden hole. There was something wrong with the way that this excited her. 

He worked His finger in and out of her slowly until her muscles relaxed. Rick then grabbed a large plug and began to insert it. 

Cheyenne braced herself and pushed her hips upwards until it was full inserted.

"Good girl," Rick said as he massaged her cheeks. "I have another surprise for you."

Rick's fingers slowly worked downward parting Chey's wet lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Cheyenne moaned as Rick touched her moistness.

She felt her lips being spread wider and wider as Rick forced the object deep inside of her. 

"Oh God," Chey cried out.

Without notice, Cheyenne felt the sting of Rick's firm hand across her cheeks. Two more stings of his hand she would feel before he pushed her to the floor.

Chey found herself sitting with her legs spread which forced the plug deep inside. As Cheyenne glanced downward, she noticed a small wire sticking out of her pussy.

"That is a wireless remote control egg, and I hold the remote." Rick said. "Would you like to know how it works?"

"Yes, please Sir," Chey said with anticipation.

Rick got up from his chair and walked behind Cheyenne. "Here is how this going to work. Please me and I will please you."

He took a blindfold from his brief case and placed it over Cheyenne's eyes.

She heard the sound of Rick's belt and the unzipping of His pants. Although she couldn't see what was going on, all her other senses were working overtime.

Cheyenne felt Rick's hands on the top of her head and felt the heat of His hard cock at her cheek.

"Lick it," Rick ordered.

Chey stuck out her tongue and tasted Rick's pre cum.

"That's it," Rick said as He guided her mouth over His seven inch member.

As Chey opened her mouth and began to suck on his throbbing cock, she felt a deep vibration deep inside of her. When she stopped, the vibration stopped. Cheyenne reached up with her cuffed hands.

"No hands!" Rick said firmly. "I hold the power of your vibrations. Please me, and I will please you. Suck my cock."

Chey opened her mouth and took Rick as deep as she could, and the vibrator started to buzz. As Rick rocked her back and forth as she sucked, she could feel the plug working her ass hole.

Cheyenne couldn't help herself. She found her fingers pressing against her clit, hard. It had been weeks since she had been allowed to touch herself. The taste of Rick's hard cock, the vibrator deep inside of her and the plug buried in her virgin ass was just too much to bear.

Chey rubbed her clit as hard as she could until the vibrator stopped and Rick pulled away.

"Nooooooo, don't stop," Cheyenne begged.

"You better stop, and Now! Did I tell you to masturbate? Did I?" Asked Rick as he pulled off Chey's blind fold.

"I want you to just sit there while I think of what your punishment is going to be," He said as he masturbated just inches from Cheyenne's face.

Chey watched as Rick stroked His cock. This is the first time that she had seen Him without clothes. Oh how she just wanted Him to take her.

She knew that He was angry with her. She worried of what her punishment might be. Just then, Rick exploded several times all over Cheyenne face. She sat there, mortified, yet wanting to taste His cum.

Rick looked down at Chey. "I am disappointed with you."

Cheyenne sat on the floor with her head down. She knew that she had disappointed Rick with her actions. To masturbate without permission would lead to severe punishment.

She could feel the large plug deep in her ass, and noticed the wire from her remote vibrating egg was still sticking out of her soaked pussy as Rick's cum dripped off of her chin.

As Rick drained the last of his cock on Chey's cheek, He reached down under Cheyenne's chin and made her look up towards Him. "I'll be right back. Don't, Move!"

As He left the room, Cheyenne licked Rick's cum from around her mouth. For a second, Chey thought about touching herself. It had been weeks since she had been able to masturbate, and even longer since her last sexual contact.

Cheyenne started to panic as she heard noises coming from the stairs leading to the basement. What was Rick doing, she thought to herself.

Chey jumped as she heard a groan from Rick, then the door slammed. With a large dragging noise, 

Rick pulled this wooden structure around the corner. It was less than four feet tall with three horizontal holes near the top. It reminded her of the Stocks of the Colonial days. 

As Rick positioned the structure near the center of the living room, He looked at Cheyenne. "This is your new toy, it is a Pillory."

The pillory used hinged boards, raised on posts, to clamp around the offender's neck and wrists, forcing the malfeasant to remain standing and exposed. 

Rick knelt down in front of Cheyenne, "I gave you freedom, and you abused it. You know that you have to be punished, don't you?'

"Yes Sir," Chey spoke softly.

"You do know that your vibrating egg has to be taken away also. Pull it out." Rick order Chey. Cheyenne grabbed the antenna and slowly began to remove the toy. As she did, Rick turned it on. Cheyenne stopped pulling immediately.

"Pull it out, now!"

Chey's body shook as the toy slipped from her wetness. She then reluctantly handed the toy to Rick.

"I'm sorry Sir," Cheyenne whispered to Rick.

Rick unhooked Chey's two wrist restrains from each other. "Stand up."

Cheyenne complied, then Rick led her to the Pillory. He guided her wrists to the two smaller holes, then lowered her head to the middle. He lowered the top board, then secured it with a padlock. He walked around in back of her and knelt down.

Cheyenne felt a slap on her ass. "Spread your legs."

Rick fastened Chey's ankle restraints to the Pillory posts.

"Do you still want to touch yourself," Rick asked of Chey as she stood there naked and exposed to Him.

"No Sir."

"Let's see about that." Rick said as He turned on the TV.

Rick inserted a four hour X rated DVD. "I want you to watch this carefully. You are to fantasize that you are the one being licked and fucked."

Cheyenne forced her head upwards and began to watch the video. It wasn't a stretch to fantasize. Every stroke she could vividly feel over and over.

As she stared at the TV, she felt Rick's hands on her breasts, kneading, and caressing softly. Chey felt her already hard nipples being clamped firmly. She moaned as Rick tightened the clamps even tighter.

Rick grabbed the Ben Wa balls from His briefcase and showed them to Cheyenne. He then Knelt down behind her and pushed the first one in only about and inch. The second one, Rick used two fingers and pushed them deep into Cheyenne's wet pussy.

"Ohhhh!"

Chey met His fingers as much as she could, but the restraints held her firm. As Rick pulled out His fingers slowly, Cheyenne moaned out loud.

"If either one of these balls slip out of your little pussy, you will be paddled where you stand., Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," Chey said as she squeezed her muscles tight.



Out of Control Ch. 04



Then this morning she woken him with her lusciousness squashed closely to his. Thoughts of the good news had quickly been replaced with memories of previous mornings. Every morning he woke to feel her against him unable to do anything due to time constraints. However, today he hadn't cared if he was late to work. He wanted to show her she was more important than work so he'd taken the time and made love to her.

Just as every time before, it had blown his mind. He hadn't been able to think clearly at the first so her words hadn't made a whole lot of sense. However her tears had sobered him quickly. He hated to see his Kitten cry.

He hadn't been able to comfort her and that really bothered him. He wanted to be everything to her and yet it seemed he'd let her down anyway. He KNEW it had been 11 pm when he'd gotten home. He knew because when he'd come in, he had thought it was strange she was already in bed. Amie Marie hated to go to bed by herself. She'd told him on more that on more than one occasion so when he'd come into a dark house, he'd look at his watch. It had been a few minutes after 11. He glanced down at it as he pulled into a faster lane of traffic. Looking at it, he felt sick to his stomach. He held it up to his ear and nothing but silence met him. It was DEAD, apparently dying sometime while he was at the office. 

He cursed silently to himself. He never really paid attention to the world around him when he worked on a case so it never would have crossed his mind that his watch wasn't working. It could have well been after 3 when he got in last night.

He reached for his cell only to remember it was on charge at work. He'd gotten in the habit of charging it at work as soon as he'd received it. At the time he's spent more time there than at his apartment so it had seemed like a no-brainer. Now that he had Kitten though, he's have to rethink the situation.

Marcus parked in his assigned space and headed inside the busy precinct. His unit was still relatively new but it had been opened out of necessity. Marcus had been transferred in after it was created from SVU. Even though he had no computer background, he still knew how to track a sexual predator. He was good at his job if he did say so himself and he did.

"Hey, Jackson got a sec?" a gruff voice came from the station's main desk. Glancing up Marcus saw he was being hailed by Koslov, the night desk sergeant.

"Sure, sarge. What's up," he asked as he stepped closer.

"I just wanted to make sure everything was cool between us," Koslov said, keeping his voice low. With heavy jowls and tough skin, he was a dead ringer for the drill sarge he'd been in the Army.

"I'm not really sure whatcha mean, sarge," Marcus said, frowning.

"Well, I hope I didn't get you in trouble with the little missus last night. When she called I didn't really know what to say so I told the truth. If you are going to be stepping out on her, you need to let people know," he said chuckling.

"You mean she really called," Marcus said sharply.

"Yeah it was almost 3 or 4 and I thought you'd left already. You did right? 'Cause if you were I'm sure sorry. That little lady sure sounded scared. I wouldn't have worried her if you'd been here."

Seeing the worry in Koslov's face made Marcus's stomach twist. Kitten must have been pretty upset if this ol' boot jack was upset about her.

To placate him, Marcus said, "It's ok. We talked about it this morning. My watch broke so I thought it was earlier than it was. She's fine," he said praying it was true.

"Good."

"Well, I got a meeting with the chief so I'd better get to it."

"Tell the little girl I sure am sorry about that. I didn't know you were dating anybody."

"It's a new thing," he said climbing the stairs to his office. He hurried over to his cell. He knew even before he looked at the display that she had called.

Groaning Marcus sat in his chair and placed his head in his hands. He felt like such a dick. He had looked at her like she was crazy. She should have kicked him out as soon as he'd gotten in bed with her, but instead she'd offered him her beautiful body. The sad thing was she hadn't even yelled at him. It was as if she expected him to do something like this.

He dialed his voice mail and with each new message, she broke his heart a little more. He could hear the tears in her voice and all he wanted to do was offer his comfort. Reaching for the phone he planned to do just that. He knew she was mad at him but once he explained and apologized maybe she'd understand. The phone rang 5 times before the machine kicked in. "This is Amie Marie. I'm not here so leave a message. Bye." Her southern voice still had the power to give him shivers.

"Baby, I know you're there. Pick up please. I didn't mean to make you mad or feel bad and I'm really sorry. Please just pick up....okay well; I guess you must have run to the store or something. I'll see you tonight and I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll talk to you later, babe. Bye."

After Marcus left I pulled myself together or tried to at least. I ate some breakfast, choking down some dry toast and scrambled eggs. Huh, maybe being heartbroken wasn't so bad after all. I keep eating like this, I though, I'll finally be able to drop those 50 pounds I'd had since....birth.

Suddenly Marcus's voice whispered from my memories. "I love what size you are. Skinny women scare me. I mean, anyone who would pass up the chance to enjoy a burger with fries from Mickey-Ds has got to have a few screws loose."

He had then went on to show me just how much he loved my curves. I sighed, unsure what to do now. I knew he'd try to come back tonight but what good would that do. Sooner or later he was going to decide he didn't want me. Maybe it was better for it to be sooner. Maybe then I could move on from him before I let myself get any worse.

Yeah, my evil twin whispered, you'd be fully in love with him instead of falling in love with him.

I sat up straighter at the table as the thought popped into my head. I wasn't in love with him was I? I couldn't be, it was had only been two weeks. You can't fall in love in 2 weeks. That only happened in books and movies. 

Yet the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. When he got home from work, I wanted to be his main attention. When he wasn't here, I thought about him almost constantly. Plus the way we'd met sort of sped things up. I mean, how many people could say the man in their life had arrested them as their first date.

Shit, I didn't want to be in love with him. Life was hard enough just being his play thing. If I fell in love with him-

You are ALREADY in love with him, dumbass, my mind said, face facts. Well, anyway if I was IN love with him, he'd have an even greater hold on me than he already did. And his hold right now was pretty strong.

Sighing I stepped away from the table and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a nice soak would help. As I walked to the tub, I dropped my clothes. I let them stay where they landed, knowing that my anal compulsion would only let that last until I'd finished with my bath.

I ran the water, splashing some bubble bath into it. The smell of strawberries rose. Marcus said there was no greater smell than the smell of his Kitten after a bath. I'd begun to slowly get use to the nickname even though I still wasn't too sure about it. 

I climbed into the tub and leaned back with a sigh. It was only 10 am and I felt as if I'd gone a full day with a rough character. I was a writer by trade and sometimes there is nothing worse than fighting the character you're writing about. Thoughts of Marcus came back to me. I at first think I saw him as a character. Someone I could push and pull until I had the whole experience out and was able to forget about. He wouldn't let me do that though. He was the one who pushed and pulled, shaping our time together the way he wanted. He was definitely a force to be reckoned with yet I had thought I was beginning to get through to a gentler part of him.

Just the other night, I thought, he'd been so nice. I hadn't been feeling well, a headache pressing down on my head, and Marcus had come home and been so sweet. He'd taken one look, known I'd been sick and went to run a bath. He said he's mother had migraines and she loved to take a bath to get rid of them. 

He had pulled me into the bedroom and started to undress me. Even though I didn't feel up to it, my body began to respond to his moves. He had reached up and pulled my hair down from the knot at the top of my head. Touching his finger tips to my temple, he'd whispered, "I love your hair. It's so beautiful, just like the rest of you. I don't want you to cut it but maybe that's what makes your head hurt."

"I thought about that, but the doctor said its cause I sit too close to the computer when I'm writing. I don't mean to do it on purpose but I think it's a habit from when I was a kid. I never wanted to wear my glasses so I had to get really close to be able to see."

He'd smiled slightly and continued to massage my temples. Marcus had slowly led me to the large garden tub that had been my main reason for renting the apartment. It wasn't the biggest or the nicest or even the safest but it was the biggest bathtub that NYC had to offer. I know, I checked.

Marcus slid into the water before me and leaned back against the side. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and with a small sigh I climbed in. I settled myself between his thighs and leaned back. His hard muscles pressed against me and I felt like I was in heaven. He'd kissed me on the top of my head and pushed me to tell him about the problems I was having with the new novel I was working on. He'd listened, really listened and I felt like I was the most important thing in the world. 

His hands had started out massaging my temples but soon lost interest in that and moved down to my shoulders. The feeling of his hard hands needling my sore muscles caused a moan to escape from my lips. 

He'd laughed at that and said, "I love those moans. They make me so hard."

I could feel his cock pressing against my butt and I wiggled. "I can feel it, Daddy."

His hands moved down and around me and began to massage my tits. "I love these too. They keep me awake at night. I thought of nothing but these and that ass of yours for days before I came for you."

My head dropped onto his shoulder as his fingers searched for and found my nipples. He pulled them between his forefinger and thumb, tugging with a gentle touch.

"Daddy..."

"What, baby?"

"Fuck me," I begged. 

"No, not tonight. You aren't feeling well and I want to make sure I don't make you feel worse."

"But..."
"But my pussy is wet and hot and needs a daddy who can make it feel better?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Play with my pussy baby. Show Daddy just how you like it," he whispered.

Just as I'd done with him, my hand slid down my stomach now. I stopped just inches from the part of me that wanted release and glanced in the mirror across from him. I saw our reflections and gloried in the desire I saw in both our eyes. He did really want me, I thought. I was not use to it but I loved that I had the power to make his mouth water, his cock hard, and his hands tremble in need.

I slipped my index finger into my pussy and arched my back, rubbing myself sensuously against his hard cock. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as the pleasure rushed through me. I rubbed my clit slowly all the while listening to Marcus's soft voice in my ear, pushing me to completion. 

I lifted my knees up, opening myself for him to watch my fingers slip in and out of my wet pussy. My breath came harder and harder as I neared the edge and I knew it wouldn't be long. My eyes locked on his and he blew me a kiss. The sight of his lips puckered sent me over. I came hard, my fingers deep inside me pulling the sensations from me.

I came in the tub and slowly opened my eyes. I hadn't even been really working at it and I'd still cum like gang busters. What was it about that man that I couldn't get him out of my head? Most women would feel the same but it was almost like I was possessed by something. I didn't want to think about it too hard so I rose from the tub slowly. 

As I neared the door of the bedroom, the phone rang. Not thinking I grabbed it. It wasn't Marcus, thankfully. Instead it was Larry Martin, an old friend from high school. He had heard from my mother that I was living here now and he was wondering if I wanted to get together and have dinner. He didn't want to be alone and it would only be for a few hours since he was headed back home tomorrow. At first, I said no, the thought of going out with anyone so undesirable I almost choked but when I remembered Marcus and the fact that he was going to come over, I decided why not? It would get me out the house and give me a chance to catch up with and old friend.

We made plans to meet here at 6 pm and after saying thanks, he clicked off. Maybe a night out of the town was just what I needed. I hadn't been out in a while and I'd missed it. I wasn't a big social creature, but I needed other people around me every once in a while. This was one of those times. 

Even though the date was hours away, I headed for my closet to find an outfit. I didn't want to wear anything too sexy and give Larry the wrong idea but I also didn't want him to take home the news that I dressed like a nun either. I looked in the closet and discovered that the old adage was extremely true. I had nothing to wear that I thought was appropriate. I needed to run out to the mall and pick something up. 

Anticipating the shopping trip, I quickly grabbed some clothing and got dressed. I slipped one of Marcus's NYPD t-shirts over my head after stuffing my tits in a bra and pulled a pair of shorts on from my alma mater. I snatched my purse up and was out the door in about 10 minutes flat. 

I spent more time in the store than I thought, I mused as I stepped out of the mall to see a sky darkened to a smooth gray. I had to hurry or I was going to be late. I wouldn't want it to get back to my mama that I'd left Larry standing in the lobby for hours while I went shopping. 

I hurried down the street, only having to go 4 blocks before I returned to my apartment. One of the greatest things about New York was that there seemed to be a store on every corner. I'd found this so unusual from the little town I'd grown in South Carolina. To go to the mall there, most of the time you had to travel at least 15 minutes. When I had first gotten here, I'd gone a little wild with the shopping. Thankfully I'd learn many years ago back home to only use cash to make purchases. Once the cash ran out, that was the end of my shopping spree.

I let myself into my apartment building, breathing easy when I saw that Larry wasn't there. If I was lucky I'd have time to run upstairs, take a quick shower, and be ready by the time he pressed the intercom. The elevator slowly inched its way up to the 12 floor where my place was. As it took its time, it gave me a chance to think about Marcus. During my shopping expedition, I'd caught myself thinking he'd like that. I should buy that so he can see me in that. I'd hoped that I could get through an afternoon without thinking about him but no such luck. I had a feeling that I'd been thinking about him for a very LONG time. 

I stepped from the elevator and walked the seven steps to my door. I was happy with my apartment. I hadn't been homesick in a while and I was thankful about that. It was hard being 700 miles from my parents, but I'd slowly been able to get through it. I'd gotten some friends and that in itself was a major accomplishment. I had never had a lot of friends back home. I was nice and all but I'd never really to open up with the people around me. My mama said it's because I was so much smarter than everyone around me but I think it is actually because I don't know how to talk to people my age. I'd been raised by a mother who didn't have time to talk baby talk to me so I'd had a large vocab compared to the kids in my kindergarten class. It hadn't gotten better as time went on, though, but I'd survived. I still didn't have a lot of close girl friends but I think that's because I tend to hate other women. I am much more at ease with men for some reason. Guess because I don't have to worry about them talking about me behind my back and then smiling in my face. 

I walked into my apartment and closed the door. Unable to see in front of me, I fumbled for the light switch located near the door. Before I could flip the switch, a familiar voice came to me.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

I sighed heavily. I should have known. I flipped the light and there Marcus was in all his glory. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Marcus?"

"I told you I'd be home tonight to talk about last night. I have been calling all damn day and I see now you went shopping," he said, his voice showing his disgust.

"I told you I didn't want to talk about that. I also told you not to come over here, but I see that doesn't matter to you," I moved around him as I talked heading to the bedroom as if the sight of him didn't turn my inside to jelly.

"And I told you we'd talk about it when I got home. When I called and couldn't get an answer, I got off work early to see if something was wrong. I've been sitting here for hours going out of my mind. I thought something might have happened to you."

"Nope, I'm fine, just as you can see. Now that you've discovered that you can leave. Don't let me keep you from other things," I said entering my bedroom, turning the light on. I dropped my shopping bag onto the bed and walked into the bathroom to get the shower going. I liked the water a certain temp and it took a few minutes to get the old pipes to it.

"What the fuck are you wearing," he roared from behind me.

Confused I looked down. "I'll wash it Marcus, don't have a heart attack. Lord."

"Not the shirt. I'm talking about those shorts. Where did you get them?"

"These? I brought them from back home. There from my alma mater. You know I went to USC. I told you that plenty of times."

"Is there any certain reason," he said, his teeth grinding, "why the word COCK is spread across your ass?

"The mascot of my school is the gamecock. That's why it has cock written across my ass. Now that you've solved that mystery, please don't let the door hit you on the way out," I said smartly.

An odd gleam came to his eyes. "Why are you in such a hurry for me to get out?"

"None of your business," I muttered as I tried to push the door closed to the bathroom. He wouldn't move and I couldn't move him so I simply gave up. I stepped into the bathroom and pulled my t-shirt off. "Here, take this with you when you go. I said I'd wash it but I changed my mind. And leave my key on the kitchen table, please."

Not taken a look at him, I unclipped my bra and then bent to push my shorts off. My panties came off at the same as the shorts so there I stood naked as the day I was before him. 

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on."

"Not that it's any of your business but I have a friend coming over in about..." I paused to glance at the clock on the bathroom counter, "20 minutes! You have to go Marcus, I have to get ready."

I slipped into the shower and began to wash. I could hear him muttering on the other side of the glass so I knew he was still there but I was going to do my best to ignore him. Knowing I didn't have a lot of time, I took a very quick shower, hitting all the good parts and then began the long process of washing my hair.

One of the worse things about having hair all the way down my back was that it took so freaking long to wash and then dry completely. I could feel the time pressing in on me so I simply did a quick wash. Once I was finished, I turned the water off. Before I could open the door, it slid open. "Did you think I'd left," Marcus asked sarcastically.




Out of Control Ch. 04



"No, but I'd hoped you had," I said sweetly.

He glowered at me, I think a little unsure of what to make of me. He wasn't use to seeing me stand up to him like this. I had given up that right when I asked him into my bed but since I didn't think that would happen again, I didn't hold my tongue.

I sidestepped him and grabbed a towel. I didn't want to have this conversation. Hell, I'd hoped to be gone by the time he got around to remembering he had promised to come over. 

"I'll leave just as soon as you tell me who is coming over and why you going on a date with them? Is it a guy?"

I sighed; apparently we were going to have this conversation just minutes before Larry came. Great, that's all I need is him going home and tell my Mama he came to see me and I was involved in a domestic dispute with some strange man. She'd be on the next plane here and I so didn't need that right now.

I rounded on Marcus staring him down. "If I tell you, I want you gone two seconds after that. Take your shirt and leave my key. If I find anything else of yours I'll mail it to you...at the office."

He didn't say he would or wouldn't but I didn't really give him time. I walked away from him, heading into my bedroom to get dressed. I pulled a pair of lace panties from the drawer and sat on the bed to pull them on. I look up at him to explain and saw the desire in his eyes. The affect was instantaneous. Lightening hit me low in the stomach and for a second I couldn't breath. I knew then just how far gone I was. He smirked as I sucked in a much needed breath, drawing me from my pleasure stupor. 

"I have a date," I said getting right to the point. "It is a man, not that it's any of your business but he is a friend of mine from home. He's in town on business and my mama told him I lived here, so he decided to look me up. It's not even a real date." For some reason I felt the need to let him know that. I don't know why but maybe it was because he looked so heart broken at the knowledge I was going out.

"When did all this happen," he asked sharply.

"Larry called this morning after I got out of the bath. I didn't really see what the big deal was," I muttered, using his words from this morning. "I mean, I really didn't think you'd be back."

I began to pull on a pair of panty hose slowly up my leg. I hate the things, in fact went out of my way to NOT wear then, but the dress I'd gotten begged for them. I wasn't gonna go with my legs hanging all out. A southern woman JUST did not do that.

"You made a date with some guy just minutes after I left to go to work?" The hurt in his voice was evident. I knew it had to have hurt him but at the time I'd been hurt also. Shit, I was still hurt.

"He's not just some guy. I went to school with him and my mama and his mama are in the same garden club. I've known Larry all my life. It's not like he's a serial killer or anything. And another thing, it wasn't minutes after you left to go to work. It was probably an hour after that," I said absently smoothing my hose into place. 

"That's semantics and you know it. You are trying to punish me for last night aren't you? I know it. This is your way at trying to get to me. Well it's not going to work because you aren't going anywhere. I'm here, we're going to sit down and talk about this and then we'll get some dinner and go to bed," he said all but growling the last.

"Thanks but no thanks," I said airily. "I've already got plans. It had been at least 4 years since I've talked to anyone other than my mother from back home and I don't plan on letting the opportunity pass me by. I've been thinking lately in fact of taking some time and going back for a while. Just to see what's changed and such," I said, the thought coming just as the words did. 

I mean, I love New York, don't get me wrong but I could write anywhere. I'd written for years at home, what was to stop me from moving back and doing the same now. Glancing at Marcus's fast reddening face, I thought nothing was holding me back. He would figure out he was better off not with me.

I pulled a bra from the bag I used to store them in and slid it on. It was the same color and fabric as the panties stationed low on my hips. I loved the set as soon as I'd seen it. It was a lilac color and felt like heaven on my body. I knew underneath my black dress tonight, I'd feel like I was a million dollars. Suddenly Marcus appeared directly in front of me. "You aren't going anywhere. I want to go back to what we were like before I left this bed this morning. I don't understand the change. What happened from the time I left yesterday morning to the time I got in last night?"

He seemed so earnest I felt I owed it to him to tell the truth. "Marcus, we aren't good for each other. You know, and I just came to the conclusion last night as I set up once again waiting for you to come in. It freaked the hell out of me when you didn't show up last night."

"I can explain that. My watch stopped and I lost track of time. I didn't think that it was as late as it was when I came in last night. If I'd known what time it was I would have called and apologized. I tried to earlier today but you weren't home," he said accusingly.

"There are no other clocks anywhere else in the precinct?" I asked doubt heavy in my voice.

"Sure but I didn't pay any attention to them. When I got out of my chair last night, I was only thinking of getting home to you. I wanted to pull you into my arms so bad, the thought of holding you had been heavy in my mind all day, but you have to believe me, if I'd known how scared you were last night, I WOULD have called."

I sighed and continued as I pulled my black sheath dress on. "It's okay that you didn't call. Now that I know the answer, I don't mind so much. However, as I waited for you to come home, I found a lot of complaints, Marcus. If we were meant to be together, I wouldn't have complaints this early in the relationship. You understand that right?"

Just then the bell rang. I knew with one look that Marcus was going to get it, yet I tried to stop him anyway. "Don't do it, Marcus, if you run him off I'm going to-." I left the sentence unfinished noticing I was talking to an empty room.

I grabbed my robe pulling it on as I walked out the bedroom as quickly as I could but Marcus had already opened the door. I could see him sizing Larry up much like a male lion evaluates his next meal. 

Larry was already speaking. "Oh, I'm sorry. I must have written the wrong door number down. Uh, could you tell me if you know Amie Marie Wilson lives on this floor?"

Marcus just continued to stare at the man as if he'd gone into a stupor. I'd known Larry to have this affect of women from home but never a man. Huh, I thought, who know?

Larry was the golden boy of Allendale County. He'd been captain of the football team, leader of debate club, class president, etc, etc. He was tall, a little bit less than Marcus though, with wavy dark hair, and even white teeth. His face was lit in an unassuming smile that had made many a girl back home dream unattainable dreams. We hadn't been that close of friends in school but our mothers had tried. We had been together most holidays, family functions, and even taken a few vacations together. I like to think I was the only woman in the world who was immune to his charm and I could honestly say that he knew how to turn it on.

I stepped into the room, smiling and opening my arms for a hug. "It's the right apartment. I just happen to have a guest that won't leave," I said, elbowing Marcus in the stomach as he moved to pull me from Larry. 

I smiled at Larry, squeezing him tight. He smelled just like home. It reminded me of sweet tea and pecan pie. "LJ, how are you?"

He grinned at me before pulling me in for another hug. I think the extra one was just to piss Marcus off. "I'm fine, sugar britches. You are looking good. Damn good in fact. When are you going to give up this writer thing and let me take care of you like our mama's want?" he asked referring to the on going fight with our parents to put us together. They couldn't face facts that we didn't feel anything for each other besides platonic love. They'd been pushing us for years to get together but we'd so far been able to hold them off. 

"Where are my manners, come on in. Have a seat. We have so much to catch up on," I said pulling him in the apartment before closing the door. 

"Well if you're busy, darlin' I can come back. I might just take a later flight to see you." As always his charm was overboard and yet I was still impervious to it.

"No-"

"Yes you are interrupting something. Don't come back though. She doesn't want to see you. She has a boyfriend," Marcus interrupted me.

"Marcus Jackson! I have had just about enough of you and if you don't get out right now I-"

"Will do what Kitten?" he taunted softly.

I glowered at him unsure how to proceed. I didn't know what I could threaten him with to go away. He didn't want to listen to me at all. 

Larry smiled at me softly and moved back to the door. "I can see you are busy, I'll go. I really did love seeing you, little girl. You sure have filled out."

I heard Marcus growl softly. Afraid he would go off into a tantrum, I let Larry go with a promise from him to call tomorrow. As the door closed behind him, I rounded on Marcus. "Get the fuck out my house, right this minute, you pompous jackass." 

"No," he said calmly as if I'd asked him to close the door.

"That's it. I've had it up to here with you," I screamed, my southern accent coming through strongly.

"What are you going to do, little girl? You can't throw me out, I'm too big. You can't call the cops because, guess what, I am one. I think you're stuck with me until I decide to leave or you calm down. Whichever happens first."

"This is what I hate about you, Marcus. You come in here with your heavy handedness and you think that just because I let you fuck me, I should bow before your might feet. Well, it ain't gonna happen. I wasn't kidding when I said I've had enough. We aren't good for each other. Just look at now," I said, pleading with him to understand me. "This isn't the adult way to ask. You can't order me around just because you want to. Life doesn't work that way, I'm afraid."

"I've never tried to boss you around. Beside this one little time anyway...and in bed. But I thought you liked that."

I growled. "I do like that and that's beside the point. I got to thinking last night about something. I was so worried about you. I'd already called the hospitals and you weren't there. I got to thinking you might have gone home because you were really tired. I thought maybe you had just forgotten to call me and explain. So I picked up the phone to call you. You know what though? I DIDN'T KNOW THE DAMN NUMBER! I realized I was sleeping with, had been sleeping with a man for two weeks, and I didn't even know his fucking phone number," I screamed at him.

"In fact, I've never been outside this apartment with you. I've never been to your house. I don't know if you're married, divorced, widowed, or even if you have kids. I know all we are doing is having sex but I think I should at least know if you have family out there.

"Another thing," I said, just as he was going to interrupt. "I don't like the fact that even when you are here, your mind isn't. Sometimes I think you mind is a million miles away and it bothers me because I'm waiting for the day when you come in and say that's it," I said as tears filled my eyes. 

The whole time I'd been talking, Marcus had just stared at me. The hurt in his eyes mirrored mine. "I know you are hurt that I made a date with Larry but he is a really old friend from home. I thought it would be a good idea since I needed something to take my mind off you."

He continued to stare at me, giving me the cop eyes. It was a look I'd seen before and once again it had the same affect. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but truthfully I thought it would be better to simply cut my losses and move on. I know that sooner or later you are going to let me go. I thought-"

"Shut up!" he broke in to say. "Just shut up and listen to once to what I have to fucking say."

He grabbed my by the arm and dragged me into the bedroom. Unsure of what he was going to do, I began to struggle. He subdued me with a quick tightening of his fist on my arm. I knew I was going to have a bruise in the morning.

He pulled me toward the closet until we were standing in front of the mirror, staring at our reflections. "Look," he said, jerking me around to look at myself.

"Look in that mirror. Do you see that girl? Do you?" he didn't give me a chance to agree. "She is a beautiful woman and I'm tired of hearing you putting her down. I took one look at you in that precinct and knew that I had to have you. I thought once I did, it would be over. I thought I would have enough, but it wasn't.

"I came to see you, I touched you, kissed your lips and all over your body and I knew it would never be enough. I can't stop thinking about you. I pick up the damned phone at least 40 times a day to call and see what you are doing. I can't wait to get here to see you because you make me feel incredible."

I could do nothing but stare and listen as he continued. "We don't go out because it never crossed my mind that you would want to go out. You seemed perfectly happy just hanging out here with me. Now that I know, we'll go out if you want. Truthfully I didn't really want to share you with the world yet. I was afraid I'd lose you to some other dude who saw what I saw but wasn't such a dick and was able to tell you. 

"I don't have a wife, never have, and I have never had kids either. I'd like them though, but only when I'm sure the woman and I are ready. I've never taken you to my apartment because truthfully I think your place is much nicer and I want you to be more comfortable. I know that you wake up at night and jot down idea for your work so I figured you'd want to be around here to do that. 

"Finally," he said, running out of steam. I could feel his anger slowly releasing from him. He pulled me back closely to him and I snuggled into him, his words making me feel so good. "I am not going to leave you. I like where we are. I like knowing you, love being with you and I don't plan on changing that. While what you did tonight was wrong, and you will be punished for it, believe me, I think it woke me up. I have been taken you for granted and I'm really sorry about that."

I stared into his eyes in the mirror and knew what he said was true. While I was still afraid he'd leave, that was my insecurities talking, not his actions. I couldn't blame him for something that MY subconscious for doing. 

I slowly turned in his arms. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "I'm so sorry about the date, about the fight, about everything. I shouldn't have blown everything out of proportion. You have done nothing to show me you don't care. In fact, there has been plenty of proof that you do. I let my problems with myself intrude in this, and I'm really and truly sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" I asked hesitantly.

His arms tightened around my body. "Only if you can forgive me for being an asshole tonight and a dumbass last night. If I had known-"

I laid a finger over his lips, stopping the flow of words. "It's ok. It's over...right?"

Marcus smiled at me and lowered his mouth to mine. "Yep, sure is." He kissed me hard, pressing his lips to mine to show me his possession. He jerked my body closer until there wasn't an inch of room between us. I could feel his hard body and it set me aflame. 

I ground myself against him, my cunt wetting quickly. I wanted him so bad and I told him so. Marcus pulled back then. "Change clothes, baby, we're going to my apartment for the night. Do you want your computer?"

"Uh, we're leaving now? We can't wait like 20 minutes and THEN go?" I said the need evident in my voice. 

"No, I want to go now. I need to feed my cat anyway. I didn't get a chance before because I was waiting on a certain someone to get home from shopping."

"Sorry, I didn't know you--You have a cat?" I squealed. Was there anything about this man that I really knew?

Chapter EIGHT

Marcus began to breathe a little easier as he and Amie Marie finally made their way from her apartment. He was still shaken up quite a bit. He had actually thought that was going to be it. He had just known there was going to be no way he could get her to let him stay. He still couldn't believe how angry she had been. However he could understand what she was talking about.

Marcus felt like kicking his own ass for the mistakes he had made with her. He hadn't done anything to hurt her on purpose but he could see that he really had. All the things she had had to complain about were real problems and if he had given any thought to her he would have known that. No, all he could think about when he was around her was the way her skin felt underneath his hands. He could only remember how she always arched into his touch as he played with her. 

As he watched her walk down the sidewalk to the car, he could only count his blessings. When she had told him to get out, that she had a date, he had seen red. Especially when he had watched her pull those undergarments on with those sexy panty-hose. He'd seen the little black dress lying on the bed beside her and could just imagine what she'd look like in it. He had wanted to throw his coat over her, push her into the nearest closet, and show her just how good they could be together. 

When Larry had shown up, Marcus had felt like he wanted to kill him. He'd seen the glint in the other man's eyes, and discovered quickly that while they might not have been that close of friends before, the other man wanted to remedy that very soon with Amie Marie. He had to hand it to his baby though; she hadn't thrown any punches with him before. She'd told in no certain terms that this was the way things were going to be, and if he didn't like them, then he could get the fuck out. The thought still had to power to make him hard as a pipe. He liked bossing his little girl around but what he liked most was when she told him how things were going to be. He didn't want a lifeless doll. He wanted someone who would let him win sometimes.

Just like when he'd seen what she had changed into before they left to go to his apartment. He'd taken one look and started to bluster. She was in those same shorts she'd been in when she got home from shopping and a small tank top. He'd taken one look and told her to march right back in the bedroom and change.

Amie Marie hadn't batted an eyelash. She'd given him a look that had quickly put him in his place before says, "I've been dressing myself for years. I don't think I need your help but thanks anyway."

He'd muttered a little more before she had come over to him and kissed him swiftly on the lips, stopping his grumbles. "I like this outfit, and while I know you think I'm going to get in trouble in it, I hate to tell you, you are the only one that would want to see me out of it."

"I like the outfit. I think you look adorable. That's part of the problem. You look so damn hot, I don't know how I'm suppose to keep the men away," he'd said, kissing her again. Her lips were so soft underneath his, opening for his tongue to play with hers. Their lips were locked together for quite a while. After a few minutes, he pulled back breathing hard. 

"Not yet, little one. I don't want to start something until I can have you underneath me, begging me to complete you. I don't want to have to stop once we start," he whispered in her ear.

They had stopped, barely, and were now on the way to get some dinner. Until she had drawn it to his attention, he hadn't noticed that he didn't take her out. He had simply not given any thought to the situation. When he got home from work, he didn't want to leave her. He didn't want to have to share her with anyone else. He liked being around her, and in truth, he liked having all her attention. However, he could see where she would have a problem with it. She must have thought he was ashamed of her or something like that. The thought hurt him. If anyone should be ashamed, it should be him who was ashamed. 




Out of Control Ch. 04



"Daddy?" Pulling him from his thoughts, he saw that she had gotten a few yards in front of him. He strode forward to catch up with her. "What's the matter?" 

"There's nothing wrong. I was just lost in thought," he reassured her.

"Oh, okay. Do you think we can get something to eat? I am about to starve. I didn't really feel like eating before but all of a sudden my stomach is growling like crazy." As if to prove her point, he heard her stomach give a mighty growl.

"Sure we can get something. What do you want?"

She looked around before her eyes lit on a familiar fast food restaurant. "I could go for a hamburger and fries right about now. How about you? Plus I'm not really dressed for anything other than this."

"You're not dressed for anything but ---". He grinned at her warning glance. Yeah, he liked it when she stood up to him. 

"Fast food is fine with me. I could go for anything. I grabbed something from the fridge at the house but I don't think it stuck with me. It was some kind of yogurt stuff."

She giggled at the face he made. He smiled at her obvious pleasure. This was why he rushed home from work every day. 

They headed into the restaurant after stowing her bag in his trunk located a short block away. They stepped inside and were quickly at the counter. After telling her what he wanted, he settled back against a wall to watch her order. She is so beautiful, he thought, admiring the way she held herself. Even in shorts, t-shirt, and flip flops she carried herself with a grace that could have only been ingrained. She looked more at home on the beach than in a restaurant on the New York boulevard but she didn't let that stop her from being confident. It seemed the only kink in her armor was him and even that one was closing quickly.

She finished ordering and stood waiting at the counter for the food to arrive. Marcus glanced around and his eyes landed on a man in the line beside Amie Marie. The man seemed to be staring at something near Amie Marie but Marcus was unable to tell what it was. Then the thought hit him like lightening. This guy was checking her out! He'd told her that her outfit would cause trouble and look at it. He was right. 

The guy stared right at her butt not even trying to hide it as she leaned to pick up a napkin she'd dropped. Marcus wanted to beat the shit out of the dude but at the same time, it made him happy to know she was coming home with him. The guy could look all he wanted but he could never have her. He couldn't really blame the man either. If she hadn't been with him, Marcus would have been checking her out. He hadn't lied with he'd told her earlier that she looked adorable. The shorts ended just below her ass cheeks and cupped them like a glove. With the word cock written across the back of her ass, he'd known she'd get a few looks. She'd thrown on a black tank top on with a built in bra and it made men stand up at attention. Her hair had been pulled into a loose knot at the top of her head and some of it had escaped its confines. Plus, she'd put platform flip-flops on that made her legs look longer. She looked good enough to eat.

To prove this point, Marcus moved up behind her until her back met his front. He leaned his head down and pressed a kiss and a bite into the hollow of her neck. She giggled softly and grabbed one of his hands in hers. "What was that for?"

He whispered in her ear. "Well, for one, it has been 10 minutes since I kissed you. And for another, the guy in the next lane is staring at your ass and I wanted to let him know that he didn't stand a chance."

Marcus pulled her close to him and rested his chin on her head. "Ah," she said the humor evident in her voice. "You were just measuring, huh?"

"Yeah, you could say that. I have a good guess that mine is bigger."

She glanced over at the man trying not to let him notice. She grinned back up at Marcus. She turned in his arm and slid hers around his neck. She pressed close to him, arching her back a little. He could see the gleam in her eyes and knew she was showing off. She pulled his head down to kiss her lips. Marcus's hands traveled down her back to rest on top of her ass. Just as their lips met, Marcus heard someone clear their throat. He glanced around and saw a young mother with her small children. He felt his cheeks redden and when he looked into Amie Marie's eyes he blushed even more. She whispered in his ear, "I think yours IS bigger."

They laughed together a few more minutes and then their food came. He took the tray and they went to eat in one of the many booths located off to the side. When he sat down, he squeezed her up against him tightly. He glanced up and saw that the man was shooting rude looks at him now. He could only smirk. He didn't care if he'd made the guy angry. The man had best be glad he still had all his teeth after mentally stripping Amie Marie naked.

"Now I see why you didn't want to take me anywhere. You can't go two minutes without showing your manliness to other guys," Amie Marie said jokingly.

"Well truthfully, I didn't take you anywhere before I didn't know you wanted to go out. I only thought of heading home to you. It never crossed my mind that you wanted to be around other people," he explained honestly.

"Huh, and here I thought it was because you were ashamed of me."

He could hear the slight fear in her voice. He felt like she'd stabbed him in the chest. "I was never ashamed of you. You are BEAUTIFUL, damnit and I'm damn lucky you even smile at me, much less let me see you naked. I thought when we first got together I told you not to talk like that. I seem to remember a certain punishment would be handed out if you disobeyed. Care to remind me what that punishment was?" He arched his eyebrow at her and saw her blush. 

"Um, I don't remember," she lied.

"Uhhuh, well I just happen to have a very LONG memory, Kitten and I think I said if I heard you talking like that I would get the chance to spank that stunning ass of yours. That ring any bells?"

She turned those gorgeous green eyes up at him. "I'm sorry. It's hard to get rid of 25 years old mental conditioning. You have to understand. I've always been bigger than anyone else. It is hard for me to just turn that off when I still look in the mirror and see the band geek I use to be."

Her eyes grew sad. "Well," he said, grinning like a loon, "I guess I'll have to do everything in my power to convince you that I think you are the loveliest woman I've ever met."

They left the restaurant and returned to his car. She climbed in pulling the seat belt on while he did the same. When she sat down those damn shorts of hers rose even higher up on her legs. He would have to get rid of them if he was going to get any peace around her.

"So tell me about the guy back there at the apartment. What's his deal?" He said curiosity heavy in his voice

As expected, the sadness vanished from her eyes. "Larry? We grew up together. My mama and his mama are in the same garden club and have been close friends for years."

"I guess you and this guy are close too huh?" He asked with jealously evident in his voice.

"Truthfully, no. We didn't get along with each other when we were younger. He was always so much more than I was," she admitted with a smile. "He was way out of my league."

"I somehow doubt that," he reassured her, undoing her seat beat and pulling her body close to his. She settled down with her back against his side. 

"It's true. He was captain of the high school football team, I played clarinet in the band. He was prom king, I didn't even go. Total social butterfly and me? I like to stay out of the limelight as much as I can."

"Why did you become a writer then?"

"Writers work by themselves, can work really weird hours if they want, and the money's good if you get it right. Thankfully I get it right," she said with a laugh.

They came to a red light and he looked down at her. Her eyes were smiling, the happiness written all over her face. This was how he always wanted her to be. Happy and glad to be with him. 

She looked thoughtful for a minute. "The fact that we are so different didn't keep our mothers from wanting us to get married. Every time I talk to Mama she's got something new to say about him. I just know if she could she'd pimp me out to him."

Marcus grinned. "She'd have to get through me first."

He slid his hand up her body to rest on her breast. "I don't like to share. You don't have to worry about Larry."



Out of Control Ch. 05



He let his hand slide up and down her side as he waited for the light to change to green. He could feel her squirm underneath his fingertips and the thought of her growing wet aroused him.

Marcus knew she couldn't withstand his caresses and was at the very moment creaming her panties. It was as if her body had imprinted itself onto his DNA. He knew every one of her spots and even a few that she wasn't aware of herself. Yet more than her body, he loved her mind. He thought about all the time they'd spent just talking and as gay as it sounded, he liked that almost as much as seeing her naked. Okay, he said almost, he was a nice guy but he wasn't dead. 'Cause the sight of her naked and ready for him was the beginning and end of all things. He spent so much time with the uglies of the world and then to come to a woman, who didn't seem to care that he couldn't really discuss his job with her, made him feel pretty damn special.

HONK! HONK! Marcus jumped slightly at the ugly sound of the intruding car horn. Muttering obscenities he pressed the car into motion. Glancing at her, he saw the amusement in her eyes. Oh, she was in for it when he got her home.

Growling he told her just that. Being the woman she was, she simply looked at him with sly lust in her eyes and licked her lips. The sight of her small pink tongue was almost more than he could take. Thankfully his apartment wasn't that far from here and he pressed on the accelerator to get there.

He quickly pulled into the small parking lot in front of his brownstone and turned to look at her. She wasn't looking at him as he figured she would be. Instead she was gazing at the building in front of her. He couldn't read her expression and for some reason the thought of her not liking his place filled him with feelings of dread. 

As Marcus pulled the car to a stop in front of his building my stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies. As much as I'd bitched and moaned before, at least then I'd been able to compartmentalize out relationship. Or should I say the lack of a relationship. I'd still had an easy out clause. Then I'd still been able to thrust the lack of personal knowledge up in his face, now not so much.

Now I didn't know what we were. He'd dropped the "B" word with Larry but I had a feeling that had been the jealousy speaking. The thought of Marcus as a boyfriend was laughable. Nothing about him brought to mind the cute and cuddly ideas of a boyfriend. I can't imagine going to the movies with him and cuddling in the back row, eating candy and giggling like kids as I had with previous boyfriends. The thought of Marcus eating candy, hell even sugar, was shocking.

"Well, whatcha think?" His voice interrupted my thoughts. A strange element was in his voice and I turned to face him. My eyes caressed his features. He is so handsome, I thought yet once again. He could take my breath away and had quite a few times. 

"Think?" I asked, my thoughts muddling like always when faced head on with his lusciousness.

"Yeah. I know it's not great but it is rent controlled and my precinct is just down the block. I-"

I leaned over, placed my finger against his lips to halt the flow of words. "I think it is great."

Suddenly I knew what the look before had been about. He'd been afraid I was going to be disappointed. Why I wasn't sure, but I took a quick look at the building before me and indeed liked what I saw.

Typical of New York, the building was an apartment building not unlike my own in fact. Yet Marcus' looked it was older than mine by a few years. The vines covering the outside added a certain charm to the neighborhood that my 14th story building seemed to lack.

"I love it. I wished you'd brought me before. I could have used this building in my new book. It looks like just the place that a displaced socialite would live." I turned smiling eyes on him. I could visibly see the tension release from his body. "Why did you think I wouldn't like it?" I asked quietly as I slipped my hand behind his neck to massage the muscles there.

"Mmmm, that feels good. I'm not sure why I thought you wouldn't like the place. It's a lot older than your building and it isn't in the same kinda location yours is. I mean, I'm no where near downtown, but like I said, its rent controlled and plus I don't have to worry about the tourists as much."

As he talked I watched his neck muscles move and silently moaned at the sight. I could just imagine that beautiful lips caressing mine, running up and down my neck, drawing my flesh between them. I moaned lowly but not low enough. He turned those beautiful blue eyes on me and in an instant he knew my thoughts. A slow sly smile crossed his lips and he grew quiet. I leaned my head back against the head rest and just looked at him. I think I could have stared at him for hours, had in fact watched him quite a lot as we were together. 

"Whatcha thinking about," he whispered playfully.

I blushed, still unable to talk about the things that had come so easily on the internet and even when I wanted to shock him. However when I wanted to tell him my fantasies I still blushed and giggled like a 12 year old with her first crush. 

"Nothing," I said, unable to put my thoughts into words. "Are you ready to go inside?"

"Nope, at least not until you tell me what made those soft cheeks of yours suddenly flame as red as a fire truck." He smirked at me and I knew then what this was. He was punishing me, just like he said he would for the Larry incident. 

"I can't," I whispered, knowing that if I did, I'd never be able to look him the face once again.

Marcus sighed, cutting his eyes away from me, yet before he did, I was able to see the disappointment in them. The thought of him disappointed in me cut me to the bone. I didn't want to make him sad or unhappy with me, yet I knew that if he knew what I was thinking, I'd be so embarrassed. Yet the longer I sat in the silence of the car, feeling the oppressive weight of disappointment, I didn't care if I got embarrassed. I knew in my mind that fantasies between lovers ever normal, hell, our relationship was anything but normal yet I was afraid that with those few whispered words from me, he'd look at me with a whole new light and that made me scared as hell.

Looking at him from beneath my lashes, I murmured, "If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh, cause I'm going to kick your ass if you laugh and I'd rather not do that right now."

I watched as a grin spread across his gorgeous face. "Ok, I'll bite. I promise not to laugh," he said monotone. 

I quirked a smile before turning to face him fully. "I was thinking how I'd like you to take me right here, with the world walking around us, not caring if someone sees us or not. I want you to pull my clothes from me, even though I protest and slide your hands over my body. I want you to hold me roughly, almost harshly, and force me to perform for the passing crowds. I want you to call me names and hurt me until I beg you to stop."

As I spoke I watched his face looking for any kind of disgust. The look never came though. Instead his eyes filled with an unholy gleam and I knew he found nothing wrong with what I said. It was amazing how two people with totally different backgrounds and deals could be so intoned sexually as they seemed to be.

"Oh, I get it," he said, his voice husky and smoke filled. "You want me to hold you down, make you want it even if you say you don't. You want to be my slave?"

"Yes," I said simply. 

"Someone been naughty, haven't they," he laughed gruffly. "Do you need me to spank you, little slut?"

Right then I knew he definitely wanted to do what I wanted. "First, I have to make sure this is definitely what you want. I don't want you to take anything I say or do to heart in there. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you."

I smiled at him, always the cop, always wanting to make everything okay. "Yes I know you don't like to hurt me. Remember the other night and the bruise," I said thinking back to a few nights before when he'd been a little bit too rough and I'd winded up with a bruise the size of Montana on my thigh. 

He growled and frowned. "Yeah I remember. Maybe we shouldn't do this though. You're so damn fair skinned, I feel like every time I touch you I have to wear kid-gloves."

I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. Once, twice, and then pulled back from him. He groaned and tried to pull me closer. I laughed and pulled back further. "That's what it would be like if you didn't touch me the way you do , and I wanted you to touch me.

"I want you to do this. You're the ONLY person that I want to do this. Why do you think I was so nervous to tell you in the first place? It's not really something that you can tell a passing stranger."

I crossed my arms and looked away from him. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I mean, it would make this relationship very strange if he didn't go through with it, not matter the reason for it. Suddenly his hand came up and grabbed my chin, pulling my face around to look at him. "I'm not backing out. I just don't want to cause you any pain. I want this just as much as you do."

I could see the truth in his eyes. "Then don't over think it. Let's just do it."

As I spoke, I climbed over the seat into his lap. Looking down at him, I was once again hit with just how great this man was and I knew I was definitely in love with him. For some reason, that really didn't fill me with gladness. We would have a hard row to hoe and there would be times that we both would want to quit. But I knew I'd never be able to let him go, just like I had a feeling he would kill before he'd let someone else touch me.

Marcus placed his hands on Amie Marie's hips and pulled her closer to him. He'd thought she was going to cry there for a few seconds and he would have done anything to make sure that didn't happen. Even if it meant doing something that he wasn't all too sure she actually wanted. Oh, sure she was curious but they both knew that she had never done this with someone else. Just thinking about someone else putting their hands on her, HIS woman, pulled him with so much malice, he felt like he could break something in half.

His hands tightened and she seemed to take that as a good sign. "So we can do it?" she asked breathlessly. Already he could see she was enjoying this, and just knowing that she wanted him was enough for him. 

After the day they'd had, it didn't take much to set him off. He grabbed the back of her neck in a tight hold. "I want you to listen to me carefully. I want you to take my key and head into my apartment building. I'm on the 24th floor, apartment 24D. I am going to be right behind you. I want you to wait until you see me get off the elevator before you put the key in the lock. If you are going to do this, I want you to do it right. Plus I don't want to have to do this particular fantasy more than once," he muttered under his breath. Looking up at her, her face glowing from the thought of him with her, he could only smile. He leaned up and placed his lips on hers. He felt her breath gush out just like always when they kissed. He'd asked her once why she did that and she'd told him simply that she couldn't breath when he was that close to her. He'd kissed her just seconds after that as well.

Marcus ground Kitten's pelvis into his groin and almost came in his pants. The feel of her in his hands was without a doubt one of the best things that he'd ever had the pleasure of feeling. Her cries and moans were enough to drive him crazy and he couldn't wait until he had her locked in his room, spread out on his bed tied to his bedpost. Knowing he had to stop or he'd take her right there in the car with the whole world to see, he pulled back. Kitten cried out and tried to stop him from leaving her but he pushed her roughly against the steering wheel causing her to open her eyes and look at him. The malice had returned to his eyes. 

"Get out the car and go now. If you don't listen to my instructions, there is going to be hell to pay, do you understand me, little girl?" When she continued to stare at him as if she was having second thoughts, he reached up and grabbed her by her hair. "Do. You. Under. Stand?" 

Looking at him with lust-filled eyes, she said she did. He thrust her from him into the other side of the car. If he was going to get through this, he was definitely going to have to do some thinking.

I got out the car all the while unsure if my legs were going to hold me. He was so forceful sometimes, and even though he didn't want to do this, he had gotten into character quickly. He was a natural predator so it was not a big leap but I could still tell he wasn't sure if he liked where he was headed. I gripped the keys in my hand tightly, afraid I'd chicken out if I looked back at him. 

I crossed the parking lot and let myself into his building. The lobby was decorated just as millions of lobbies were decorated; white walls, two over stuffed leather chairs with a metal table low to the ground between them, a few magazine scattered around the top. Unlike my own building there was no guard on duty, yet there was a desk in front of the elevator where one would go. 

As I waited on the elevator, I glanced over my shoulder and saw him enter the building. I wanted to smile at him, reassure him that this was in fact what I wanted but the look on his face stopped me. He didn't need me to reassure him, he was in character full force now. If I had seen him and not known him, I would have been scared out of my wits. The look of deep concentration was settled heavily on his face but also I could see in his eyes he was looking forward to the play just as much as I was. 

Turning away, I saw the doors open and quickly got in. Just as the door was about to close, he stepped on, crowding me. I knew this trick, had in fact been intimidated quite a few times with it during the last few weeks. I looked up at him and noticed just how much he towered over me. The difference between 6'4 and 5'2 was quite staggering. However, he never complained about having to bend down to kiss me like many of the men I dated before him. He seemed to like that he could stick me in his pocket, as he'd joked one time I was complaining about my height. 

Instead of turning and facing the door of elevator, he continued to stare at me, trying to rattle me. It didn't work, I'd faced his wrath head on before and had not squirmed. I smiled politely at him just as a stranger would and his gaze landed on my lips. Angelina Jolie had nothing on me when it came to plump lips. I liked the fact my lips were so plump especially when I was using them to torture him.

I moved my eyes from him and watched the numbers slowly climb. Only one more floor and it was disappearing quickly. DING! The elevator came to a smooth stop and the floor glided open. I whispered excuse me and went to step around Daddy. However, he stepped with me and we did the awkward dance until he moved to the other side of the elevator. I smiled at him one last time before telling him goodbye and stepped out. 

I walked down the hallway, keys in hand and looked for apartment 24D. It was a good thing the elevator was located in the corner. At least I wouldn't have to wander up and down the hall looking for the door. Finally I found the right door and inserted the key. Without looking, I knew he was right behind me. I could feel him, had been able to since that first meeting. As if worried, I quickly opened the door and tried to slip through. Marcus was too fast though and before I knew it, he had me wrapped in his arms. He twisted me around and had me pressed into his front with seconds. One hand was behind my back, the other was wrapped around my mouth for keep the quick scream from coming out. 

I looked up at him and could see the flash of sexual energy just seconds before the light went out of his eyes. He whispered, "Don't say a word or I'll have to hurt you" all the while moving both of us out the hallway and into the apartment. I was pressed against the door as soon as it was closed. The pressure of the hand on my face changed slightly as Marcus relaxed his hold. 

"Hey, baby," he whispered, "did you miss me?"

I could only stare up at him in confusion. This wasn't the way I'd pictured this happening. He was changing the plan! It wasn't suppose to happen like that. He continued without letting me speak. 

"I know we've had a few problems lately but you didn't have to stop talking to me, stop answering the phone when I called. Since you wouldn't talk to me through normal means, I figured I come over and see what's going on. And what do I find when I do? You, wearing some slut outfit and flirting with other men. I can't believe that."

Suddenly a light bulb went off. Seems like we'd been here before though. Just thinking about our first time together made my juices begin to flow. Sometimes he was just too much. He had thought of a story line for this and it wasn't even a unique one. I made myself go stiff and glared up mutinous at him. His lips quirked at the face I presented. He released my hands and I brought one up to pull his hand from 

my mouth. 

"What are you doing here?" I said, pushing against his chest to put more room between us.

"I told you, you wouldn't talk to me, so I had to do something."

"And I told you when you left, that I didn't want to talk to you again. I'm tired of playing second fiddle, Marcus. There doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day for you. You work so many damn hours that you only want to sleep when you get home. That leaves no time for me and I'm tired of it." 

He growled at me and leaned closer. I could see myself reflected in his eyes and the rebellious look that I had had since birth was clearly seen. "I've told you that I was sorry about that. I can't help that I have a job that takes a lot of time. Do you want me to change jobs?"

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, like that would really happen, even if he was just being in character. "No, I don't want you to change jobs. I told you before, I am just tired of not being able to compete with the other things in your life. You know we haven't been good together for a long time. I just think that we both need to move on. Please, just leave."

I sighed and tried to push by him. Marcus wasn't having any of that though. He grabbed my elbows in a hard grip and pulled me until there wasn't any room between us. "I told you I'm not leaving so shut up. We have a good thing going. You know you love it when I touch you. There hasn't been one time when I haven't been able to make you cum gangbusters."

I squirmed knowing that we both were pulling too much from our relationship into this scenario. What I had said before, I'd meant. There were times that I felt like I was alone even when he was right beside me in bed. However, I wouldn't change him or the fact that he loved his job. Since I loved him, I would learn to put up with it. Right now though, that wasn't important.

"Let. Me. Go. Now," I snarled. 

"I don't think so."

"Why are you doing this?" I whined, my voice rising slightly at the end. I knew he loved it when I used that little girl voice and instantly I could feel his arousal. The feel of his hot hard body was making mine react in ways it had never done before. This was what I wanted, that arousal that was so sharp that I couldn't tell which was pain or pleasure. 

"I've missed this," he whispered, his eyes running over my body. "I've missed this hot body pressed up against me. You know how many times in the last few weeks that I've had to jerk off just thinking about you, wet and supple beneath me? I've got cock-burn for you baby."

"You sure its not the crabs? I've heard they have much the same symptoms," I said sarcastically.

He laughed loudly. "Oh, how I've missed this mouth. But instead of spitting barbs at me, I'd rather you be spitting my cum from these lips." That said, he wrapped a muscled arm around my ass and lifted me from the ground. I squealed just like he knew I would and I almost said put me down before you hurt your back but I knew that wasn't part of the scenario. He backed me through the apartment not giving me the time to really see what was in the place. I knew that I would get the chance later to tour it. 




Out of Control Ch. 05



Rick offered up His fingers to Cheyenne to taste her own sweetness. Chey licked and sucked His fingers until He took them away.

He then picked up two adjustable vibrating nipple clamps and again knelt behind her. One at a time with great patience, Rick adjusted the soft clamps to Cheyenne's awaiting labia.

Cheyenne cried out as Rick let the weight of the first clamp swing free. The second weight clicked against the other causing a deep vibration pulling on her labia.

Rick pushed hard on Cheyenne's butt plug then turned on the two vibrating clamps.

"Oh my God," Chey blurted out.

"Watch your movie," Rick said as He gently slapped Chey on the ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh,"

Cheyenne felt herself getting wetter. The Ben Wa balls were slowly starting to slide out of her. Chey squeezed her muscles tighter, but this only caused the vibrations to go deeper.

"Stop, please stop,"Chey pleaded. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeease. Sir?"

Rick reassured her by rubbing her back. Cheyenne ached. Her pussy was now dripping wet with excitement. How long would Rick torment her for her disobedience?

At that moment, Cheyenne felt one of the Ben Wa Balls slipping out.

"No... no... please, no!"

It was too late. The ball fell to the floor and made a thud.

"Sorry Sir, please no, I'm sorry," Cheyenne cried as Rick bent down and picked up the paddle.

Without warning, the second ball slipped out and hit the floor.

"I'm sorry Sir," Cheyenne cried out as Rick bent over and picked up the paddle.

"When are you going to learn?" Rick asked. "Three times for each ball."

"That's not fair." Chey whined. "I'm too wet."

"Okay, five or each!" Rick exclaimed. "Still care to argue?"

"No Sir," Cheyenne said softly.

Rick walked around Cheyenne. She stood there, bent over with her head and wrists in the Pillory. Her legs were wide spread and restrained. Her hard nipples were still clamped. The two vibrating weights were attached to her labia and the large plug was still deep in her ass.

Cheyenne cried out as the first stung her sharply. Every time the paddle would fall across her cheeks, it only made Chey more aware of the plug inside of her.

"Four... Five.... Six," Rick counted as the paddle hit it's mark.

"Ow," Chey cried.

"Ow?" Rick asked.

She knew that Rick was holding back. He was much more capable of hitting her harder. Still, her cheeks were reddening, becoming more tender and she was becoming more aroused.

The small vibrators attached to her labia would swing and click into one another as she received her punishment.

Cheyenne's knee were weak as Rick shouted out, "Nine... Ten."

Cheyenne could feel her juices running out of her, she ached to be touched. It had been too long, and she just couldn't take it any longer.

"Please Sir," Chey begged. "Please fuck me."

Rick said nothing. He just stood behind Cheyenne and rested His hand on the small of her back. He softly guided His hand downward touching Chey's tender cheeks.

Rick slowly grabbed her plug and removed it slowly. As it slipped gently out, Cheyenne winced of the loss of her toy.

"Do you like your toy?" Rick asked.

"Oh yes, yes Sir," Cheyenne replied.

Cheyenne again felt her tight hole being parted, but this was different. This was Rick's hot cock.

Chey was scared of the thought of being taken in such a way. She was still a virgin, as far as anal sex was concerned.

Rick pushed his cock in deeper, "Just relax." He assured her.

"Ow," Cheyenne cried, yet she tried to push towards him. As Rick took her even deeper, Cheyenne felt a building inside of her.

"Oh... Oh my God, yes... yes...." Chey screamed as Rick forced His way all the way in. Rick slowly removed His hard cock and teased Cheyenne's little hole, in and out, over and over.

"Fuck me!" Cheyenne screamed.

Just then, Rick did as He was told. He rammed His cock, planting it deep into Cheyenne.

"Ooooooooh, Ow," she screamed.

Over and over Rick plunged His meat into her virgin hole. Chey felt herself starting to let go.

"Yes,Yes....Yes," Cheyenne cried as she gushed.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop," she pleaded with Him as she lost control. Her knees weakened, but her begging went unheard. Rick continued to pound her tender ass as hard as he could.

As He took full strokes, He reached around and rubbed Cheyenne's hard little clit. Her smooth little pussy was soaking wet.

In no time at all, Chey felt herself coming again. This was unprecedented. She had never cum more than once, or had such intense orgasms.

Rick continued to rub Cheyenne's little clit as He worked His hard cock deep inside her.The vibrating clamps swung from her labia wildly.

"Not again," Chey yelled. "Oh my God. Yes Ooooooooooooooo!"

Cheyenne's knees buckled. Rick grabbed her around the waist and held her tight with His seven inches buried inside.

Rick slapped her on the ass hard, "I thought you wanted to fuck. I haven't started yet!"

Cheyenne worked through the pain and pleasure, her hands clenched, her knees weak and shaking, her helpless body still his for the taking.

Cheyenne lost all track of time, and orgasms. She felt her cum running down her leg. She had never felt anything like this before. She had actually squirted!

Rick was holding on to Cheyenne tight, His thrusts slowed as His moans grew louder.

Chey heard Rick gasp, then cry out as she felt Him explode inside of her. Cheyenne stood there, exhausted, used and very satisfied. She glanced up at the TV that she was suppose to be watching, but there was nothing but a blue screen. The four hour X-rated DVD was over!

Chey winced as Rick slipped out of her, leaving both her holes dripping with cum.

Rick walked in front of Cheyenne and unbuckled both of her leather wrist restraints. He then knelt down and began to unscrew the clamps holding the small vibrators to her labia.

Cheyenne's knees would buckle every time Rick would barely touch her pussy. Rick's hands were shaking but still managed to remove the small toys.

Rick positioned Himself to taste Chey's sweet nectar. As He licked her gently , Cheyenne cried out. "Noooooooo."

Her clit was very sensitive, but Rick couldn't stop. Very softly, He teased her little lips with His tongue. Faster and faster, He lapped up her sweetness.

"Oh my God, Oh," Chey whimpered. "I think I'm gonna cum again!"

Rick continued to lick and suck on Cheyenne's little clit. "Cum for me."

"Oh yes, Yes," she said. "I'm gonna cum."

Rick inserted two fingers into Cheyenne's dripping pussy. "I'm going to finger fuck you and lick you until you cum."

Cheyenne shook, her knees became even weaker as Rick's unrelenting licking drew her closer to the inevitable.

"Stop Rick, stop, stop ,stop....Oh, Ahhhhhhhhhh, Yess," as Cheyenne gushed all over Rick.

Rick held Chey's exhausted body while she regained her strength. He unfastened the ankle restraints, then stood up and removed the padlock holding the top half of the pillory. Rick lifted the wood off of Cheyenne and helped her slowly stand upright for the first time in hours. He massaged her back and held her weak body close.

Rick helped Chey to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As they waited for the water to warm, Rick removed the nipple clamps. Cheyenne's nipples were so sensitive, Rick could barely touch them. And Cheyenne helped with the second one.

Rick left Cheyenne alone to go to the bathroom and returned minutes later while Cheyenne was in the shower. Rick opened the shower door and joined Chey in the relaxing warm water.

After several minutes, Rick shut off the water and led Cheyenne to an awaiting towel. Rick carefully blotted the water from her body. Cheyenne still shook from her weakness. 

Rick brushed the hair from her eyes and handed her a large t-shirt to wear. This was the first clothing that she had been allowed to wear since she had arrived.

Cheyenne put on the soft cotton shirt and smiled at Rick. He picked her up in His arms and carried her up the stairs. She had never been allowed up there. She was to sleep on the floor.

Rick gently lay her down in His warm waterbed, then crawled in beside her. Both lay there, exhausted.

Chey lay her head on Rick's chest, "Thank-you Sir."



Out of Control Ch. 05



He took me into what looked like the den. It was very masculine, almost the total opposite of my room at home. This was his inner sanctum though and I could see where he'd taken the time to get it just the way he wanted it. There was a very large leather chair that sat in front of a extremely LARGE television. I wanted to ask him if he'd been over compensating but we both knew the answer to that one. 

He settled me into the chair and moved to stand in front of me with his hands on his hips, his legs spread. He looked like the captain of a pirate ship, ready to interrogate the helpless captive into telling him where the gold was. I could just see him now, bare chested, hair long and blowing in the wind. He'd use any means necessary to get that information, even seduction if need be. It never ceased to amaze me just how good looking he really was. I'd told him once that I was surprised he wasn't mobbed every day after leaving the house by the women of the world. He'd laughed and pulled me into a kiss that had led to the end of that discussion. 

"I came by to see you earlier, did you know?" His words pulled me from my stupor. He didn't give me a chance to answer. "You were leaving so I followed you. You were going out so I figured what the hell? You hadn't wanted to talk to me in a while. I wanted to see what had made you dump me so fast. And what should I see as I'm following someone who claimed to be madly in love with me not so long ago? My SLUT of a girlfriend who was meeting some dick to having lunch. Laughing it up like they'd known each other for years. He kept staring at your tits, which were hang out your tiny little shirt, and you kept leaning in, putting them in his fucking face."

His voice had risen and for a few seconds I was afraid that the neighbors might actually think that he was hurting me but I could see him get himself back under control. Apparently that little thing with Larry had really bothered him. Note to self, don't piss Marcus off with another man. That might not be a good idea. 

I pointed out, "I am not your girlfriend, technically." More like fuck buddy.

He continued as if I hadn't opened my mouth. "I followed you BOTH back here and he doesn't leave for hours. Just what the hell were you two doing in here if I might be so kind as asking?" he said smartly.

I waited for a second, wondering if he was going to give me the chance to speak. "We-we were just catching up, is all. I have known him since grade school. He's an old friend from home. That's all. Nothing happened, not that it's any of your business. We broke up remember?"

"Oh, I remember. Believe me, that little sad excuse of a reason hasn't left my mind since you said it. But back to what I was saying, you expect me to believe that you were in here for four hours just sitting around talking, and he didn't once try to kiss you or touch..."

"Um, well I didn't say that. He did try to kiss me but I told him I wasn't ready for that," I squirmed, in the chair, the tone of his voice making my panties wet. He was so forceful and I just knew what was going to come next.

"He kissed you?"

"I said he tried. I moved my face and he kissed my cheek. That's all that happened. He left not long after that and I headed to the store to get some cat food. Then when I was coming back you showed up. And here we are," I said, crossing my legs as if I didn't have a care in the world. His eyes followed up my leg and I fidgeted almost as if he was actually touching me. 

"Yeah then I showed up," he muttered softly.

"Look, if you leave now, I won't call the police and report you. I don't care if you are the police, I don't think they'd like to know that you are here, harassing someone. I think they tend to frown on that sorta thing now days. Makes people nervous and all that," I said, lightly, moving from the chair. 

Before I had the chance to move from the den he was on me. He pulled me roughly into his arms, my back to his front, and whispered in my ear, "Did I tell you that you could move? I don't think I gave you permission to do much of anything, did I, little slut?"

His hot breath tickled the hair around my ear and I could feel just how much he was enjoying this conversation. His cock was as hard as it could get, and I couldn't help moving my ass against it slightly. He chuckled slightly before jerking me even closer. "You just can't help it can you? You see a cock, feel a cock and it's fair game isn't it? I bet if that guy had pulled his cock out for you, you would have dropped to your knees and sucked him right there in that restaurant, wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything. "WOULDN"T YOU, SLUT?" he yelled.

I didn't know what to say so I said what I thought he wanted me to say. "Yes, I would have. I would suck every cock if I could." 

He went still behind me; I couldn't even feel him breathing anymore. Suddenly I hoped that he wasn't taking me seriously. This role-playing shit was hard! I tried to turn to him, wanting to let him know that I wasn't for real but he didn't give me the chance. He jerked me around and pushed me to the floor. As my knees hit the floor, he said, "Well, I've got a cock for you, slut, you can suck mine."

He let go of my arm and grabbed my head and pulled me toward his jean-covered crouch. "Open my zipper, and pull my cock out," he whispered roughly. 

I looked up at him and I could tell just how excited my words had made him. I slowly moved my hand up until it was directly in front of his crotch. "Please, Marcus, don't do this, please. Don't make me do something that you are gonna regret later." Even as much as I knew that I should be protesting, I couldn't keep the level of arousal out of my voice. This was what I wanted more than anything. 

"I doubt very much I'm gonna regret this, slut. NOW DO WHAT I TOLD YOU."

I placed my hand on his pants and just let my hand rest there for a second, letting him feel my hand pressed against his cock. He loved that, he'd told me once. I'd laughed and said it was cause my hands were so much smaller than his cock. He'd said that had helped a lot too. And even now, through his jeans, his cock towered over my hand. I didn't have small hands. Most large women don't but he was still at least 3 or more inches. 

He growled and jerked my head closer. "Get to it. I don't have all damn day."

I pulled his zipper down quickly, reached in his pants and through to his boxers, and pulled his long cock out. It bobbed in front of my face for a few seconds before his pulled my head as close as he could. He whispered, "Wrap those fat lips around my cock, baby. Show me just what you would have done to that other guy." Without further waiting, I did as he directed. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and I heard him moan. I looked up at him, just like I knew he loved. I took only the tip into my mouth and sucked lightly, with just enough suction to cause a muscle in his cheek to jerk. 

I did this for a few minutes before he became impatient and jerked my head, using my ponytail as a guide, down onto his hard cock. He yelled as my lips slipped down that hard spike of his and once again I wondered about the neighbors, but only for a second. The hand on my head set a rhythm that was easy for me but I knew that soon it would change. He wasn't one that could last long from blowjobs.

I looked at him and without being told, brought my hand up to play with his balls. He loved that, but what man didn't. "God, you are the best cock sucker around. No wonder I can't get you out my mind. I will never be able to find anyone who can hoover my cock like you can, slut."

Just like I knew it would, the motions started becoming faster and faster until his balls were hitting me softly on the chin. He wasn't hurting me and I could tell he was scared that would happen. He was holding himself back and for that, I sucked harder. I wanted him to lose some of that damn control that he'd always found so needed when he touched me. 

His breath came faster and faster and I knew he was going to come even before he said it. "I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face, slut, and then I'm gonna take a few pictures of it so that everyone can see what a good little slut Daddy has. Would you like that?"

He pulled his cock from my mouth with a POP. I only had a few seconds to nod before he started jerking his cock full-force. The first shot hit me square on my cheek and was followed closely by the second, third, and fourth shot. He groaned and pumped as much of his cum on my face. 

For a few minutes he was silent. He just used his cock to rub the cum around my face, sliding the head over my lips over and over again. I licked the head lightly and he started. He looked at me and groaned. "Oh, baby, you have no idea how beautiful you look with my cum on your face. Stay RIGHT HERE, and Daddy's gonna get the camera." He tucked himself back into the front of his pants and headed out the room. I sat there quietly, and waited. 

He returned quickly and took a few snaps of me. He didn't show me the camera when he was done, just grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. He lightly kissed me on the forehead before forcing me to turn around and walk out of the room. He was right behind me. I tried to say something but he shushed me. "Don't talk. I don't think I want to listen to what a cumslut like you has to say, so just shut the fuck up for once. You are mine. Do you understand that?"

I mutely shook my head. I was his but not this second. I still wanted more of what he had to give. He jerked me into the bathroom and I got a full look of what a slut I actually was. And I wasn't the least bit ashamed. Marcus smiled at me, letting me know just how much he knew I was enjoying this. When he saw that I understood, his smile turned evil, letting me know that another round was about to begin. 

"Do you see? See what a dirty little whore you are?"

He grabbed the wash rag and threw at me. "Wash that off your face, slut. I can't stand to look at you like this. What happened to the little girl who was so virginal? Just how many men have you fuck since you made me leave? Huh?" He shook my arm hard, expecting an answer. "HOW MANY?"

I look him square in the face through the mirror. "As many as I could, DADDY. I needed to remind myself what a real man felt like when he fucked me."

My face didn't betray me and I watched his as he turned bright red. Once again I knew I shouldn't have pulled the lion's tail. Before I had a chance to think, he grabbed the collar of my tank and jerked it down the middle. It tore with a roaring sound and left my large breasts open to view. I look with him and saw the mark he'd left on my neck this morning as well as the one from the other night on my left breast. I saw him focus on it. 

"What the fuck is that?" he growled. 

"What?" I said, knowing exactly where he was going.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ON YOUR TIT?" He jerked me closer to the mirror as if I wasn't able to see the gigantic bite mark that was located directly above my left nipple. 

"That? That's where I hit myself with the kitchen cabinet the other day."

"Really? Since when does the cabinet have TEETH, whore?"

I smiled that mysterious smile that he said drove him wild and watched as it did the job. Before I had a chance to react, I felt him jerk my shorts down my ass. I felt them land between my legs around my ankles. Now I stood in front of the mirror, in front of the man I loved, with nothing but a small black thong on. I was the most excited I'd ever been in my life and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, with or without his help. 

"You even dress like a whore. I can't believe that you would go to the store with that indecent clothing on. But I guess you figured that if you dressed like this, you'd bring someone home with you, huh? Well you did, didn't you slut? Just not who you wanted," his voice had that timber that I knew so well. I looked into his eyes and knew just how much he loved my body at that moment. 

"Well, I guess my mama was right huh? If you dress like you want some, sooner or later, you're gonna get some," I taunted softly.

I could feel his hardness once again resting against my ass. I watched in the mirror as his hand went between our bodies. He slapped me hard on the ass, making me gasp. I couldn't feel his hands for a second and then the next thing I knew, his hard cock was slapping me on the ass. 

"You sure are, slut." With those words, he tore my thong string and shoved his cock into my cunt with every ounce of weight he had. He went deep, deeper than he'd ever been before and I screamed. It felt so damn good and I told him that. He laughed.

"You sound surprised, baby."

He set a slow motion that caused our bodies to softly collide with each other. That wasn't what I wanted though, and I jerked my hips harder and harder to make him go faster. He laughed again and leaned over my back, pressing me against the bathroom sink. I soon lost sight of us in the mirror as I gazed into the sink. He wasn't gonna have any of that that though. He reached over and jerked my head back by my topknot. This made my back arch and made the angle change. With this new change, I came. I knew it wouldn't be long but I hadn't know that it was going to be that fast. I shoved my cunt back against his cock and began to beg him. 

"Please, fuck me harder. HARDERRRR!" I screamed. 

He slammed his hips into mine, driving me closer and closer to the mirror. I felt one of his hands leave my hips and move around to my breast. He pulled my nipple, which caused me to cum again. This time it wasn't as violent as the first but still made me scream out and contract around him. My cunt squeezing his hard cock had the same affect it always does and he pulled out to spray my back with cum.

"God yes, slut, take all my cum. I want you covered in it by the end of the night." He pumped his cock a few times, getting all of it until it formed a pile in the small of my back. He looked me in the eyes and said, "You're mine. You can deny it all you want, but this, your soft little cunt will NEVER deny it, do you understand?" 

I didn't reply; just continue to stare at him until he yelled, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" 

I was out of breath and all I could do was nod my head at him. 

He smiled softly and asked, "Is that enough? Or do you want me to continue?"

"I want you to take me into the bedroom and hold me now, please."

He nodded and washed my back off with a handy towel. I felt cherished as he pulled me close and whispered, "Did you like that?"

I giggled lightly. "Yeah, I loved that. The question is, did you like it?" I asked with all seriousness. 

He chuckled. "Hell, yes. But I have to admit that I don't want to do this very often. I happen to like treating you special."
"I know. I just wanted to see what it was like."

"Now come on. I need to lie down. I think my knees are made of noodles now," he laughed and scooped me into his arms. He carried me to the bedroom and placed me onto his king size bed. I watched with heavy eyes as he took off his clothes. I loved watching him undress. His body was beautiful and the muscles that he uncovered were amazing. 

I snuggled against him once he slid in beside me. "Give me 20 minutes and I'll be ready again." 

I moaned lightly and pressed against him. I knew he wouldn't need the rest but I planned to give it to him. Just like always once my naked body come into contact with his, we both began to get aroused, but this time we were tired and I knew that we needed to sleep for a while so we ignored it.

Before we slipped off to sleep, I heard him whisper "You know you're mine, right?"

"Yes," I chuckled sleepily. "I'm your's daddy."

TO BE CONTINUED.



Out of Control Ch. 06



Marcus gazed at her as she slept that sleep only lovers and children seem to be able to do. He still couldn't believe the things that they had done but what amazed him the most was the fact that she had chosen him to do these things with. That showed complete trust in him and he felt honored, not to mention that he would have killed someone if she'd asked someone else. 

He leaned in and kissed her softly on her nose. He felt her nose scrunch beneath his lips and he smiled. If there was one thing he'd learned about his baby, it was that she did not like to be woken up for ANYTHING. But he had a good excuse this time, he thought. If he didn't, he'd just fuck her in her sleep. Plus he'd taken the time to set the scene while she'd slept and he wanted to get credit for it.

His lips, as if drawn by an invisible string, moved to her lips and it wasn't long before he felt her lips moving beneath his. Her lips were incredible and always put him in mind of sultry summer nights spent with her pressing those lips against every inch of his flesh. Last night with those big lips wrapped around his cock had been incredible and mind blowing. He had always prided himself on being someone who could last a while, but since he'd met Amie all bets were off. 

The first time she'd given him a blowjob he'd known it was all over. The sight of those lips, along with the slight appearance of her small red tongue had been all he could take. He didn't think he'd lasted more than a few strokes of that tongue and he'd been gone. She'd laughed when he'd apologized and just said that she usually had that kind of affect on men. That hadn't really made him feel better but he'd laughed along with her. 

His lips moved from her lips down the side of her face into the crook of her neck. He breathed deep that smell, the kind of smell that she only seemed to have. It was like sugar and spicy at the same time. He'd asked her once not long after they'd gotten together what perfume she woke. She'd looked at him confused and said she didn't wear any. He'd discovered later that it was just her smell, that womanly smell that seemed to drive him out of his mind no matter what he was doing. He'd told her it was her sweetness coming through. She'd laughed and told him he'd been out in the sun too long. Now, he opened his mouth on her throat and bit down lightly. Just as he expected, she moaned and arched into him. She never seemed to mind that he liked to bite and leave his mark all over her. 

He pulled back to look into her sleep-fuzzy face. He smiled at the look of discontent on her face. She was not a morning person and even though it was only 10:30 at night, she seemed to take offense to the fact that she had been woken. 

"Did you have a good nap, baby," he caroled. He watched as she yawned and he felt her snuggle deeper into the covers. That wasn't what he wanted but he loved the way her naked body felt against his. Her large breasts were pressed tightly against his rock-hard chest and one of her legs had come alive to run up and down his own. He had settled into her saddle and his hips, without his knowledge, had begun to rock ever so slightly against her. 

Marcus watched as her eyes fluttered close from the feeling of his cock rubbing gently against her wet pussy. 

As much as he wanted to shove his cock deep into her at the moment, he had other plans. He pulled back and grinned as she groaned. "I asked you a question." 

"Yes, my nap was fine. It would have been better if you'd let me continue it but since I'm awake..." she said pulling her arm from her side to slide it up his chest. Her breathing had quickened and he could see the flush of arousal on her cheeks. He knew that he had to get her out of the bed and away from his naked body if he wanted to do all that he planned. 

He pulled back and smiled down at her. "Look around you baby, look at what daddy did for you."

For the first time since I'd woken up, I glanced around the room. I loved his bedroom and especially liked it now that he'd done some work in there. I peeked around the room and saw hundreds of candles everywhere. I gasped and then looked up at him. He was so happy, he couldn't keep the look of pleasure off his face. 

"What's this," I asked huskily, feeling the tears coming into my eyes. 

"Well, I got to thinking about what you wanted me to do and I realized that we had forgotten a large part of it. I seem to remember someone wanting me to show her off to people. She wanted someone to see me loving her and fucking her as she screamed. Am I correct?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, knowing the answer already.

"Yes, I did, but we don't have to if you don't want to," I said hesitantly. I knew that he was a private man and while I was most of the time, I wanted to have something to show the world that I was with this handsome man. I wanted to show him off, wanted him to use me so that others could see what a good little girl I was. I told him just that. He laughed softly. 

"That's why all the candles are here and why the computer over there is on." For the first time I noticed the computer equipment in the corner. I could see the monitor was off but the tower was on and so was a small web camera. 

I looked at him questionably. "We are going to make love on camera, on a website that I know of. And while you were sleeping, I uploaded those pictures I took of you onto another website. This one is for ex-boyfriends to get revenge on past loves. I'm sure you've seen it before. You're going to be rated on how hot you look with all that cum covering that beautiful face of yours." 

I could only nod. I was in shock. I knew that this was a big step for him and while I was happy he'd done it, I wasn't sure how he felt. But I could tell from the gleam in his eye that he had enjoyed it more than he had thought he would. 

As I gazed at the computer, I asked huskily, "So how do you want to do this?"

"I figured we'd just kinda wing it. I don't want to sit here and plan it. I want you to be into what I'm doing." I didn't think that would be a problem but I just nodded. 

He lowered his mouth to mine and I kissed him with ever ounce of love I had for him. I felt him slide his hand up under my neck, lifting and giving him a chance to move my mouth the way he wanted. His hand went into my hair, pulling the rubber band from it, allowing my hair to settle on the pillow and around my face. For a few minutes we just kissed. Just as I was being to squirm against him, he pulled back and in fact moved from the bed. He went over to the computer and checked to make sure that every thing was ready. 

He turned back to me and told me to get out of the bed using that forceful tone that I love. I couldn't deny him anything so I slowly pushed the covers back and slipped over the side of the bed toward him. For about 2 seconds I worried about my body and how it looked on camera, but the look in his eyes left me without a doubt just how much he wanted me. Plus the fact that his cock was standing at full attention didn't leave much of a chance of doubt. 

I walked toward him slowly, giving him a chance to see my body in all its glory. I knew that I was no beauty but he made me feel that way. I added a sway to my hips, making them roll lightly and I heard him groan. I smiled and licked my lips, the whole time my eyes running up and down his body. 

His nipples were tight little buds and I couldn't wait to get them between my teeth. He flexed his arm muscles drawing my attention to his tattoo on his left peck. It was a circular tattoo with barbwire around the outside. I had asked him once what it meant and he'd told me that he'd gotten it after a girlfriend had broken up with him. I'd traced that tattoo numerous times with my tongue and loved the feel of his flesh underneath my tongue. He shivered every time I did and couldn't explain why when I'd questioned him about. 

I felt my long hair swinging behind me, tickling the top of my ass. I knew my breasts were bouncing as I moved and while at one time I would have worried about that, now I didn't care. He loved every part of my body and his eyes told him he loved the show even more now. 

I stopped in front of him and smiled up at him. I leaned up on tippy toes to kiss him on the chin. I felt his arms go around me and settle lightly on the top of my ass, just beneath my hair. I pressed my hot naked body against his and heard him growl lightly under his breath. I couldn't help but move my breast slowly up and down against his chest and as I did, he jerked me up until my feet were barely touching the floor. 

He turned our bodies and I looked up at him in question. He tilted his head toward the computer and I remember with a rush that we were on film. The level of arousal shot up by ten. 

"Are you by chance enjoying this, Daddy, knowing that people, men and women, are out in cyber space watching us?" I asked huskily.

"MMMHmmmm, I especially like knowing that they can see but they can't touch. That makes it even better don't you think?"

I laughed. "I'm aware that you don't want other people to touch me. But don't you think it would be so hot to watch me suck someone else's cock, watch him shove his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth until I gagged on it?"

His face grew thunderous. There I go again tugging on that tail, I thought, suddenly afraid he was angry. However his next words settled it all.

"These are mine," he said fiercely, his large hands filling with my big tits, massaging them. "If you need to suck a cock, mine is ready for you anytime. I thought I proved that to you earlier. If you need something here," his right hand left my breast and slide down to snuggle between my thighs, "I've got the cock for that too. YOU ARE MINE. I don't want anyone else touching this. YOUR BODY IS MY BODY."

I could only nod shakily as his fingers began to glide through my pussy hair to caress my clit softly. I felt my hips roll on their own accord and he laughed softly. "Your mind might not know it yet, but my body understands."

Marcus pulled back from me and kissed me lightly on the lips. He moved from in front of me to stand behind me, his front to my back. He pressed himself fully against me and I could only moan as his cock brushed the crack of my ass. It never ceased to amaze me how hard he got for me and this was no different. 

He whispered into my ear. "Look at the camera, baby, show them how much you like what Daddy's doing to you."

I rushed to do what he said and wiggled against him, letting him know how much I was enjoying this. His arm moved around my side to move my hair off my neck and then down my hips to slither between my thighs. I moaned and pressed back against him. My eyes drifted close as his fingers combed through my pussy hair. I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and bit lightly as Marcus's lips found the crook of my neck. He brushed his lips once, twice against the skin behind my ear and then gently bit down on my ear lobe. 

I moaned loudly and arched into him. I could begin to feel my arousal leaving my cunt and moving slowly down my thigh. He'd been so surprised by how wet I began. I had been afraid he would think I was weird or something but he'd loved it. Said he never had to worry if I was faking it or not. Like I could even think when I was near him, much less carry on theatrics. 

The hand not between my legs slid up my side to play with my 40DD breast and as his fingers tickled my nipple, I began to breath faster. I couldn't stop my hips from moving back upon him more and more. I could feel the precum on him and I loved it. 

"Think about all this guys out there, jerking their cock while they look at you rubbing your ass against Daddy's cock. They are so jealous of me right now, cause I get to touch you, get to slide my fingers into this pussy...just...like...this." I screamed lightly as two of his fingers slid into me. My body arched into his, pressing his cock deeper into my back. "They all want to see you cum all over Daddy's hand, baby. They want to see this little slut come. Can you do that for Daddy?"

I knew that was a rhetorical question cause we both knew that I didn't have much longer before I'd be flooding his hand with my sticky honey. His thumb circled my nipple and pulled lightly. I'd never known how sensitive my breasts were until I met him. When I'd been with myself, I didn't do much but play with my clit but with him, my breasts had become a main event. 

Suddenly without warning, he stopped and moved around to me. He kneeled before me and looked up at me. "Can I suck your nipples baby?"

I nodded, unable to speak if I'd wanted to. He smiled up at me and leaned into kiss me on the lips. His tongue entered my mouth and played with mine for a few minutes until I felt I wasn't able to breath. He pulled back and moved his hand under my left breast so he could see the nipple clearly. Watching me the whole time, he leaned in and kissed my nipple lightly at first, just letting his lips tenderly settle on my skin before moving back to kiss another part of my breast. He did this countless times until I begged him to suck me. He grinned and finally settled his lips around my nipple. 

I moaned and arched my neck back, my lip between my teeth once again. His other hand wasn't still though and was playing with my other breast before it moved down to my cunt. Once again his fingers began that age-old motion that everyone knows. That with the suction of his mouth on my breast was amazing. I could feel the flesh around my nipple becoming wet. I could also feel the wetness coming faster and faster amid my thighs and I knew I was going to come. I told him so and instead of stopping like I thought he would, his efforts doubled. 

I felt a third finger enter my body and begin to fuck me faster and faster. But it was the flicker of his thumb on my clit that sent me over the edge. As I began to cum, I felt his teeth surround my nipple, biting me so sweetly. 

If it hadn't been for his fingers in me, I would have collapsed to my knees. His mouth left my breast and he pulled back from me, never taken his fingers from me though. He slowly stood up and smiled down at me. I gazed at him sleepily, and could only smile as he lowered his mouth to kiss me. He allowed his fingers to move slowly inside me, gently pulling my climax from me and allowing me to settle down. I laid my head against his chest, kissing the flesh there. 

"How was that?"

"Innnncreddible."

He laughed softly and told me not to go to sleep. He picked me up and moved me to the bed. He lay on his back and motioned for me to straddle him. I did so slowly, my hips settling on his thighs. This was not a position that I got to use much. It wasn't that Marcus didn't want to do it, it was just my orgasms were stronger underneath him. So we tended to use that one. 

His hand went around my neck and he pulled me down until I lying on top of him fully. My lips like always found his and attached themselves like a suction cup. I could feel his lips curve beneath mine and I knew he was smiling. I pulled back from him and asked him what was so funny. 

"Not funny. I'm just happy, that's all. You know what else would make me even happier though?"

I had a good idea cause it was stabbing me in the pelvis right that second but I played dumb. "What?"

"You riding my cock until I cum inside you."

I moved my hips against him. "You mean, this cock?"

He groaned and his hips moved from my face to my hips. "Yes, that cock."

I smiled down at him, tossing my hair back from my face. One of the bad things about long hair is that it gets in the way when you're on top. I tucked some of it behind my ear and made a move to leave the bed. 

"Hey, where you going?" he asked roughly. 

"I'm gonna go find something to pull my hair back with."

"No you are not. I want it down so I feel it glide across my chest as you slide that cunt of mine down on my cock. Now get to work, little girl." His hands moved behind his head and I got the idea that he was going to make me do all the work. 

I quickly did what I was told. I skimmed my hand between our bodies until I latched onto his cock. He groaned as I slid my hand up and down from tip to end. I smiled down at him. 

"Sure you want me torturing you, Daddy?"

He chuckled, the sound rusty with arousal. "Is that what you're doing? I thought it was the other way around." That said, his hand found my hips and jerked me down on his cock. We both moaned as our bodies smashed together harshly. I could feel every inch of him in me and the feeling was tremendous. I could feel tears prickling my eyes and I look down at him. His eyes were squeezed shut. 

"Are you ok?" I asked, afraid I was squashing him.

He moaned loudly. "I'm trying to keep from filling you full of cum so soon. You are so fucking tight," he gritted his teeth on the last word. 

I felt him grip my hips in his hands and slowly begin to move my ass up and down on him. I loved it when he went slowly but I didn't want to be guided tonight. This was my chance to show him how much I loved him. I slowly sat up all the way on him. I looked down at him and slid my hands up and down his chest, allowing my blunt nails to click his nipples lightly. I felt his cock jump inside me. 

"Daddy," I whispered as I began to raise myself up from him. 

He didn't answer for a second so I repeated myself. Finally he said, "hmmm?" without opening his eyes.

"Daddy, are you thinking about those people watching me?'

He opened his eyes. I think he'd forgotten about the camera at that second until I said something. "I was thinking about how fucking hot your cunt is on my cock, baby. I didn't give that camera a second thought."

"I can't get it off my mind. I'm imagining all those cocks, hard and ready to cover me in cum just like you did earlier. You were right when you called me a cumslut, Daddy." I wiggled my hips against him, knowing he loved it.

He didn't answer for a second, his breath having left him. "You looked so beautiful with my cum dripping off your chin, little slut. Daddy loves seeing his cunt just like that. You're his little cumslut."

I moaned as I remember how much he enjoyed covering me with cum. "But Daddy, you know what else I was thinking about?" I lowered myself down on his cock and immediately rose again. 

"Wh-what?"

"I was thinking about all those women out there that are dreaming about being right where I am. Wishing that they were here on top of you. Wishing that your cock were shoved deep inside them. Playing with their pussies as they watch me fuck you."

His eyes popped open. I don't think until that minute he'd thought about the women who were out there. The excitement was tangible in his eyes and I knew I'd hit a nerve. Seemed Daddy liked being watched too. I chuckled. "Not that they would get to touch but I mean, I don't mind them looking. Plusss," I said as I slid down him again, this time faster and harder, "I think a certain someone likes having them look at him also. Don't you?"

He smirked. "Yeah maybe I do."

I slammed down on him. "Well they can't have you. YOU ARE MINE," I said using his words against him. "This cock is mine, to use anyway I want. And no one gets that privilege but me."

I could hear our bodies slamming together down and I arched my back, allowing my hair to trail up and down his body. The affect was instant. He grabbed my hips and smashed our bodies together over and over again. One of his hands found its way in between my legs and he started to play with my clit. I didn't even get a warning. One minute I was riding him, the next I was cumming all over his cock. 

I cried out as I felt my cunt contract on him. I felt him follow me over the edge and I groaned. I loved it when he filled me with his spunk. It always sent me higher and this time was no different. I rode him until I had every inch of cum out of each of us and then I collapsed onto his chest. 




Out of Control Ch. 06



He wrapped his arms around me and cradled me against him like that for a while. Being in his arms felt so right and I told him that. He smiled and said that's cause I was made for them. I drifted off to sleep one more time with my arms around him. 

TO BE CONTINUED.



Out of Control Ch. 07



Marcus pulled the ropes tighter on her wrists, not so tight as to leave marks, but tight enough that she couldn't leave. He smiled down at her, knowing that when she awoke she'd be in for a surprise. The idea had come to him as he'd watched her sleep last night. For some reason when she was near, he didn't get much sleep. He hadn't wanted to wake her up, knowing that after the things they'd done, she'd needed her rest but he hadn't been able to look away either. She was beautiful awake but there are always seemed to be something that was taken away from that. Maybe it was the fact that she opened her mouth and nothing but evil spewed forth, but what ever it was, it made her seem something less. Asleep however, he got a chance to see her just as God must have wanted. She'd lain with her head on his chest and he'd gotten a chance to see just how long her eyelashes were. They'd looked like goose feathers lying against her fair skin. He had wanted to stroke her face, feel that soft supple skin beneath his fingers but had known that she would have awoken. So he'd taken the time to fantasize and had been pleasantly surprised at the thoughts that had flown through his mind. 

The first had been something that he had thought she'd like, so now, hours later, here he was, tying her to his monstrous four-poster bed. He'd always wondered why he'd gotten this gigantic bed, when he wasn't the sort of person who usually liked them, but now he knew. He'd just been waiting to tie her to his bed. He had slipped from the bed, thankfully without waking her, and located some silk ties that he had hidden in his closet. 

Now as he stood back and looked at the picture she made, he knew he'd made the right decision. He had gathered her arms together above her head and tied them together using the ties. The position made her breast rise and stand up like cantaloupes in a melon patch. He couldn't wait to latch his mouth onto her sensitive nipples, but he didn't want to do that just yet. He had plans that he needed to do first. 

She looked like a captive from a barbarian movie. All she needed was a loincloth and she'd be an Amazon captured by a neighboring tribe. He of course would be the sultan of said tribe, so taken by her beauty that he had sent his best warriors out to grab her and bring her to him. 

Marcus slowly shook his head, smiling. He'd obviously been spending too much time with her; some of her imagination had begun to rub off on him. Next thing you know he'd be writing a romance novel with her as the main character. 

He watched as she slowly came awake to find that she was tied to his bed. He could see the confusion as it occurred to her that she couldn't move her arms. He'd left her legs free, not wanting to rush things too much but that would be the next fantasy. He wanted her tied spread eagle to a bed.

"Daddy?" she asked huskily, sleep still heavy in her voice.

"Yes, baby?"

"What's this? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to try something else. We did your fantasy yesterday. Today is mine. I wanted to see what you would look like tied to my bed, naked and ready for me. And now I do."

She smiled at him but he could still see that she was confused. "But why are you dressed to go to work then?"

He chuckled. ""Cause I have to go into the office for a few hours."

"But- what am I suppose to do while you're gone?" Her nose crinkled as she moved her arms slightly, which he was happy to notice made her breast jiggle just right. 

"Well, I figured you'd stay right where you are. I'm not going to be gone that long. I promise you that. I have a wonderful reason to hurry home today." He smiled down at her as he approached the bed. He couldn't resist running his hand up her stomach to palm one of her breasts. 

She moaned, unable to hold anything back from him. "But wouldn't you rather stay in bed with me?" 

He grinned at the whiny tone that had entered her voice. To show her who was still in charge of things, he pinched her nipple between two fingers. Her breath left her in a rush. "Daddy!"

Marcus leaned in and kissed her on her nipple to ease the pain and she called his name again, this time for a different reason. "I need you," she whispered huskily.

"I know you do. You love having your hands held above your head. I know that, I know you so I know what you want. Right now you want me to take my clothes off and join you in this bed, slide my cock throat deep into you and forget that I have other responsibilities."

He didn't ask if he was right cause they both knew that he was. 

"I don't mean to be in the center of attention." She giggled at the way he arched his eyebrows. "Well, ok, maybe I do but its just-"

"You want all of me, just like I want all of you. But I only need to do some paper work for a few hours. I'll be back before you miss me."

"I already miss you," she said with a petulant tone.

He chuckled. "I know and I'll try to be back as soon as I can. But," he said pulling back from her to stand in the middle of the room, "while I'm gone I've set up a tape that I think you're going to like. I want you to watch it and think about it. Can you do that?"

Amie sighed and agreed with him that she could. She noticed for the first time the TV sitting on a rolling table near the door. It was big enough and close enough that she would get a great view of whatever the video was. Marcus saw the look of confusion on her face and rushed to fill her in. 

"I don't keep a TV in the bedroom. You know my philosophy on that." They'd had a decision not long after they first hooked up about having a TV in the bedroom. Marcus believe you only did three things in a bedroom: dress, sleep, and fuck. She hadn't argued when he'd covered hers with a blanket cause he'd shown her just how much he liked to do the last one with her. 

Marcus gave her one last kiss and headed to the door, stopping by the TV and VCR to press the play button. He took one last look at her, her body pulled tight by those silk ties of his, breasts lifted, curly pussy hair a brown pitstop on the road of her body.

He suddenly didn't want to go, but he made himself walk out the door as quickly as he could, but not before he heard her sharp intake of breath at the view on the screen.

Marcus had not only broadcasted last night on the Internet, he'd also set up a video camera from a different view. He had known that he'd had a one in a lifetime chance to give her something that she probably didn't even know she wanted. She would be able to watch as they fucked, get to be an observer like many never got to. 

He left the apartment, locking his apartment tight. He headed to his car and once there, settled in the seat to head to work. Work could have waited for a while, hell, he could have done it first thing Monday morning, but the idea had been one that was too good to be pass up. He needed to leave the apartment, give her time to watch the show, and then he'd come back in when she was all ready for him. Just thinking about how wet she'd be made him want to jerk his cock right there in the middle of traffic. Thank God he at least had a little bit of self-control left.

The commute to work took less than 10 minutes and would have been less than that if some dickhead hadn't tried to run over the car in front of him causing a traffic accident. After a lot of cursing and hand shaking, Marcus was able to get back into traffic and get to work. He grabbed his jacket off the seat behind him and headed in. He passed a few friends on the way in and paused to talk to them. 

"Whatcha doing here on a Saturday, Jackson? I thought that'd why you took that cushy job in 'net porn," James, an old friend joked.

"Just had some paper work to do really quick. I'll be out of here before ya know it."

James shook his head. "You need to get a woman, man. She'd be able to keep your mind off the job, and on your cock."

"I got one. She's just a little tied up today," he said with a straight face.

They finished talking and Marcus was able to make it to his desk. For while he sat there making reports and checking his notes for the cases that were still pending. About two hours after he got there an old partner, Nichols, interrupted him.

Nichols wasn't like most cops in the precinct. She was a looker for one and for another, didn't let any case get one over her. Last he heard she'd closed every case that had ever come across her desk but one. At 5'7 with shoulder length blonde hair, she could have been a model and had in fact done that for a while before joining the force. They'd had a month of coital bliss before he discovered she was just as much of a workaholic as he was and that he liked having someone to go home to. Which is why I'm with Amie Marie, now. There was nothing better than crawling into bed with her, pulling her full ass back against his cock, notching his chin into her neck and falling into dreamland. In fact-

"Are you listening, numb nuts?"

He shook himself back to the topic at hand. He would be home with her soon enough. "Yes I'm listening. You're carrying on about some case, right?"

"Carrying on? What the fuck? Have I suddenly gotten whisked into a Margaret Mitchell book? Yeah I'm talking about this new case that just came across my desk. I was asking if you would take a look at the case file and see what you make of it. But all of a sudden you got a glazed look on your face, so never mind. I'll get someone else to," she snarled, moving to walk away.

"Wait, I'll look at it but I won't be able to get it back to you until Monday. I'm leaving for the weekend in about...' he glanced at the clock on his desk, "15 minutes."

"Hot date?" she said sarcastically.
"Yeah, I got someone tied to the bed at home. I don't want to make her wait too long," he said dryly, making her snort with laughter. 

"Yeah right and I've got Brad Pitt chained in my basement," he smirked at her, "Anyway just a take a look at it and get back to me as soon as possible." She turned to leave. "Oh and thanks, Jackson. I appreciate it. Maybe we could get together some...."

She left the rest unsaid and he felt the need to tell her that he was seeing someone. She smiled and nodded, "Yeah the chick tied to the bed. Gotcha. Thanks again."

Nichols left the case folder lying on his desk and he grabbed it right before snatching his jacket up. He almost ran out the office. It was weird, this morning he'd thought he'd be able to at least last a few hours without seeing her, but more and more the look of her body offered up to him was entering his mind. 

Whereas this morning the time on the road had seemed small, now he was gripping the wheel, screaming at the cars in front of him. He couldn't wait, his cock was already growing and he needed to be there with her. 

Finally after what seemed like a ten-hour drive, but was actually only about 15 minutes, he pulled into his parking space. He didn't even have the car in park before he was opening the door, so ready to feel her body beneath his own. Marcus rushed from his parking space to the front of the building. The building man, Merv, was reading a magazine but when he saw Marcus he put it down and said hello. This was normal for him. He loved to talk, and normally Marcus would give the older gentleman a few minutes but not today. He passed him without stopping, waving at the man letting him know that he didn't have the time to chat. He made it to the elevators, jabbed the button and then continued to jab it until the medal box arrived. It's a proven fact the more you push the button, the faster the elevator will get there, he thought.

The elevator seemed to take forever and when the doors finally opened he lurched from it almost knocking over his neighbor, June, who was trying to get on. 

At 85 she was one of the older people who lived in the building who had adopted him when he'd moved in. She brought him casseroles to eat, told him stories about her ungrateful grandchildren, and kept an eye on his place when he had to work long hours. Normally he would stop and talk to her, just like he did with Merv, but he barely spared her a glance today. That is until he noticed that she was speaking to him.

"-cat is ok cause I heard some weird noises coming from your apartment earlier. I thought about going in and checking but I didn't want to bother anything." She looked up at him curiously, her eyes seeming larger behind her coke-bottle thick glasses.

"Uh," he stammered, "what kinda noises, June?"

She chuckled and said, "Well, truthfully it sounded like a cat in heat. I knew it couldn't be yours though because you have a male cat, right?"

He nodded, trying to not blush. Just what kind of noises had Amie been making? "I'll check it out. Chuck probably got his tail stuck or something like that."

She smiled and got on the elevator that had begun to squeal from being open so long. He waited until the doors closed before he turned and went into the apartment. Unable to wait, he began to take his clothes off as soon as he passed the couch in the living room. As he walked he dropped the clothing behind him, leaving behind breadcrumbs made of cotton.

He stopped at the opening of the bedroom and gazed at the sight before him. She was just like he'd left her, expect her legs were wide open and he could see from there that she was very wet. Her eyes were glued to the television set in front of her. He watched as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. Her ass was wiggling on the bed and as he watched she seemed to be moving her body to the movements that he knew were on the screen. 

When the hell is he gonna get home, I thought to myself as I watched me slid up and down on his cock for what seemed like the hundredth time. It wasn't bad enough that I had to watch this all by myself, he had to set the damn thing on loop so I had to watch it over and over again. After the second time, I'd tried to look somewhere else. No easy feat when your arms are tied tightly near your head. Plus I still could hear the sounds and it wasn't long before I was watching again. 

A sound alerted me to his presence and I jerked my eyes to him. He was naked! I like it when he's naked. I smiled at him and he smiled back before walking over to the bed. 

"Did you miss me, little one?" His voice had that husky tone that I loved, the one that told me that I wouldn't be walking straight for while.

"Nope," I said. I didn't want to seem desperate even if I was.

He frowned down at me. "You didn't?"

"Sure didn't."

"Really? So the wetness that is between your thighs right now doesn't have anything to do with me, huh?" he caroled.

"Nope. Its cause I'm watching a hot video. I would get wet for any kind of video," I tried to act nonchalant as I tried not to stare at the large cock bobbing up and down in front of my face. My mouth began to water. 

"So I guess you don't want this huh?" He teased, sliding his hand down his stomach to grasp his hard cock in his hand. Slowly as I watched he slid his hand to the tip and then back up again. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my throat.

He heard me and laughed. He skimmed his hand down his cock on last time before turning away. He watched as I lowered my cunt onto his cock for a few seconds and then turned back. "I came home for lunch. I was really hungry."

The comment kind of threw me and I didn't know what to say. I just smiled at him. I wasn't hungry for food. I wanted that giant cock he kept teasing me with but if he wanted something to eat I guess I could wait. 

The look in his eyes was fierce as I told him just that. "Oh I was thinking I'd eat what's been laid in front of me."

That said he moved onto the bed to kneel between my legs. I moved them farther apart to give him room. "But daddy-" That was as far as I got before he drove into my cunt. At the first touch of his lips, I gasped. We had never really done this. Once or twice he'd kiss me there but usually I was able to get him to come back up. Its not that I don't think I'd like it, it's just that it's not something that I have much practice with.

He looked up at me as he pressed a kiss to my clit. I knew that his face was going to be covered with juices but when he popped back up for a quick breath, I gasped. He looked at me in question. 

"You're covered in my cum."

"And?"

"I just hadn't realized there would be that much. I mean I know I gush but you aren't even in me."

"Yet."

"What?" He returned his head to my thighs and began to rub his nose up and down against my hard clit. 

"I'm not in you yet. Believe me this is only a appetizer of what I'm gonna make you do later."

I couldn't even laugh at his cockiness cause he suddenly stuck his tongue into my cunt. I cried out and arched my body into his mouth. I looked down at him and loved the way he looked with his dark head between my lily-white thighs. He seemed to take sips of me, delaying full contact, but building up to something spectacular that I somehow knew would be better than anything I'd had from him before. 

He teased me for what seemed like hours, sliding his tongue in and out, up and down, always making sure to bypass my clit. It wasn't long before I was yelling.

"Daddyyy!"

He looked up at me with a question in his eyes without taking his tongue out of me. 

"I need you to fuck me." There was so much more that I could say but that was the long and short of it. I needed him inside me like I never had before. 

He simply shook his head, causing me to arch into him harder. The teasing continued. He would build me up and then stop when he saw how close I was getting. I cried my frustration to the sky, calling him every name I could think of. He would simply stop and smile up at me before telling me what a good little girl I was being. 

Finally I couldn't take it anymore and even though he stopped just short of my orgasm, I came anyway. I filled his face with my cum juice, screaming that I loved him without knowing what I was saying. I couldn't have stopped those words anymore than I could have stopped my cunt from contracting. 

He looked at me in surprise for a few seconds as I came to. As I closed my mouth, my words came back to me. I'd told him I loved him. I'd just put the death nail into the coffin of our relationship. This was were he'd take a step back and say he had something else to do, would I mind leaving. 

However Marcus surprised me by doing none of that. He slithered up my body, his face shining from my orgasm to perch above me. He looked down at me for a few minutes and then leaned in to kiss me lightly on the lips. I was craving any kind of touch from him so I tried to cling to him by lips alone. He was the first to pull back of course. 

"You love me?" His voice was rough.

I couldn't even talk so I just nodded. I could feel the embarrassment rising to my face, causing me to blush all over. He watch as it flowed across my face and down onto my chest. He followed it and pulled my nipple into his mouth, razing it with his sharp teeth. I gasped and pressed myself into his mouth. 

As I tried to keep my breathing normal I felt his cock poking me. I looked up into his face as he rose above me. He leaned in and latched onto my mouth and then suddenly he was inside me. I groaned against his lips, bowing into his body. He started a rhythm that was just what I needed, fast and hard. He grabbed my legs, pulling them up until the encircled his hips. . 

"I've never made love before," he said as his lips separated from mine. "I think I'm gonna like this." He drove into me over and over again. Soon it seemed as if he was fucking an unnamed source in his head and I wasn't there. It was almost as if he'd turned into a beast. I couldn't stop myself from responding to his thrusts but my heart cried with every lunge. 




Out of Control Ch. 07



Almost as if he heard my thoughts, he locked eyes with me. I couldn't look away as he started that corkscrew motion that he knew would send me roaring over the edge. I didn't disappoint, screaming out as I came on his cock. I never took my eyes off him as he arched into me, emptying his cum into my waiting body.

Our breathing settled together as he pulled himself from me, and lay beside me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. I waited for him to broach the elephant in the room but he didn't. He simply ran his hand up and down my spine as he untied me before pulling me against his side. After the things we'd done the last few hours, I was exhausted and settled into sleep.