Marquise

Chapter SixChrissyAt first when I heard him on the phone with that girl, I could feel the walls closing in on me. It’s amazing that something so mundane could affect me the way it did. There was nothing flirtatious on his end of the call, but red flags started going off, nonetheless. It was as if all the breath in my body decided to leave, and I don’t think it was going to come back. I may have sounded calm, cool, and collective, but I wonder about the pull between us and if he already had someone else. Thankfully, he said all the right words to reassure me, but my mind is telling me all kinds of things that my heart doesn’t feel. Then he touched me, and I can’t believe how that little amount of contact calms me down.

Oh, my God! I will definitely need more of that. How the hell does he command my body with a simple act? When his hand slid around my throat, it did something to me and I knew in that instant that he’d never hurt me. Oh, he could have easily, but he didn’t. The feeling of the pulse in his wrist at the base of my throat was just as erratic as my own. Then, when he touched me and made me come, which by the way is a boy oh boy did he make me come.

He planted his flag right then and there, and now he owns me. I don’t know if he realizes it yet, but it will only be a matter of time before he does. It scares me because I don’t know what it means. Does he want to own me? It is amazing to realize that I am an approval-seeking person, until he called me a good girl. In that moment I felt cherished and validated, however for some reason it pisses me off. I shouldn’t need the approval of a big strong man, but I do. It’s not just any big strong man, though. Only Marquise Roades will do. I need to keep doing things that will make him continue to praise me like that.

“Are you ready to continue?” Ingrid asks. I just now realize that she is an older woman. She actually reminds me of my grandmother. Gran’s been gone for over ten years now. I still miss her probably even more than my parents if that’s even possible.

“Yes. I’m ready. Sorry about that,” I say, grabbing for the next gorgeous item that he picked out. The silkiness of the garment, and the sheer number of straps must be what he meant by a few things to please him. And oh, how I want to please him. My mind continues to drift and wonder when I will get the chance to actually please him. When I was on his lap, I felt the monster of a cock that he has, and my pussy started dripping for the chance to have it. Dripping.

“No problem, truly. I’ve also brought some real goodies that I think you’ll like. Mr. Roades spared no expense,” Ingrid says, pulling more things out of one of the many, many bags she brought with her.

“Is he a good man?” I ask out of nowhere. I’m not sure I know why I asked her that question. Everything I already know about him tells me that he is. I mean, he literally carried me away from a dumpster and saved me.

“Oh, Chrissy. He’s one of the best men I know. Between the Roades and my own beloved husband, there is no shortage of good men in my life,” she says reassuringly.

“Oh, good,” I say, relieved she confirmed what I already knew deep down. I can’t stop thinking about him. It has to be insane that I am falling in love with the man, right? He’s perfect, too perfect for me but it doesn’t matter. My heart, and if I am being honest, my pussy is running the show now.

“Don’t worry, dear. You are very safe here and in good hands, so to speak. I’d venture to say Mr. Roades has thought of everything where you are concerned.”

I know all about those hands of his and what they are capable of. It makes me wish I had the lady balls to ask him to do it again. For the next forty minutes, I try on many different outfits. I have never had such fine clothing. Everything is beautiful.

“You have excellent taste, Ingrid,” I say as I am admiring the navy-blue dress she picked out. It makes me look very grown up. I take it off and place it back on the hanger and am left standing in a cream-colored slip.

“Thank you, Chrissy. It’s been years of experience, trust me.”

“What do you do for Marquise?” I ask out of curiosity.