Marquise

“Sorry,” I say when he touches my cheek and leans into his hand.

“Let’s get you into bed, Baby Girl. You’ve got a big day tomorrow,” he says, taking my hand.

“Are you sure? The show?”

“We haven’t watched a second of it. I think it will be alright,” he says, chuckling.

“If you are sure,” I say.

“I’m sure, Chrissy. Let’s go.”

What a fantastic night. I can’t wait for more.Day Eight

When the alarm goes off, I am momentarily startled by it. I haven’t used one in so long and Marquise hasn’t used it the entire time I’ve been here. I get up and start to get ready for work. Work that I am not even sure I want to do, but I’ll definitely give it a shot. Marquise is already in the kitchen if the glorious scent of coffee tells me anything. I slip into a knee length flowing black skirt and a sleeveless white dress shirt. I finish the look with seamed black thigh highs, a pair of black stilettos, and a short black blazer. Pulling my hair back and securing it in place with a bunch of bobby pins before heading out of the room. I follow the scent of coffee to the kitchen, where Marquise is preparing two stainless steel mugs for us to take with us. He looks up at me and does a double take.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he asks.

“What? Is it not respectable enough?” I ask, looking down at my outfit. It looks okay to me.

“It is, but it’s entirely too sexy,” he says. I love that he thinks I am sexy.

“Let ‘s go. I don’t want to be late for my first day,” I say giggling and taking the cup he hands me. I moan a little as the coffee hits my taste buds. We go to the front of the building instead of the parking garage, where he opens the door to a town car. I raise an eyebrow and look at him.

“There is a lot of traffic. I can get a lot of work done on the commute this way.”

“Oh, I see. That’s very practical,” I say smiling as I slide into the seat. I notice that there is a partition between the driver and us and put my cup in the holder as he slides in beside me. He does the same.

“How long is the commute?” I ask. I am nervous about today. Nervous for the fact that I don’t have any experience or know how to do this, and I need something to take my mind off of my inadequacies.

“About an hour,” he says, pulling a binder out of his briefcase. He opens it, but I put my hand on the page.

“Is that important?” I ask in my sultriest voice. Okay, I don't know if it’s sultry, but I gave it a shot.

“Not especially,” he says, tossing it aside. “What do you have in mind?” he asks. He crowds me, his hand wrapping around my throat.

“Fuck, I love this,” I mewl, before he kisses me hard.

“This is just the beginning,” he says. I can feel his monster cock dig into my thigh. I push on his chest until he is sitting back in the seat and lean over him. Taking his cock out, I suck it into my mouth. He puts his hands in my hair. I know it’s going to be all messed up, but I don’t care. I want him to come down my throat. Anything to center me.

“Good girl,” he growls as I suck his dick even harder. I can feel it pulsing in my mouth and I know it means he’s about to come. When he does, I swallow it all without making a mess like the good girl that I am.

Feeling better about myself, I sit back and take several deep breaths. It’s amazing what a big dick can do for you, I think chuckling to myself. Eventually, we come to a stop at his office and I take a deep breath to calm myself with some self-affirmations.

I can do this, can’t I?Chapter ThirteenMarquiseShit. I zip my pants and take a few deep breaths, while watching as she licks her lips. “Damn baby. That was amazing. I feel like shit not doing anything for you,” I tell her as I am waiting for the driver to get out and open the door.

“No worries, babe. I’m sure you will make it up to me later.” The twinkle in her eye tells me she is also craving me and needing me every moment of every day. Knowing this and having it confirmed, reaches all the way to my core. God she is beautiful. Especially when she is smiling. The driver opens the door on Chrissy’s side of the car, and I find myself stiffening. The idea of him touching her, even to help her out of the car is enough to set me off.