Marly's Choice (Men of August 1)

She was exquisite. He stalked her slowly, moving around her as she watched him nervously. Her breasts were rising and falling quickly, the hard little nipples puckered and flushed.

As he moved behind her, he smacked her butt smartly. Crying out, Marly jumped away from him.

“What the hell was that for?” She frowned, keeping her back to him, edging away from him as he moved closer.

“You left your panties on. Take them off.” He kept his voice harsh, his expression closed.

“I’m tired of this—.”

“Now!” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. He knew how to use it effectively.

He watched her swallow tightly, then her hands went to the band of her thong panties.

“I warned you, didn’t I, Marly?” He asked her softly as she stepped out of the silk. “I told you not to say ‘no’. I told you my appetites could be more than you could handle. Didn’t I tell you that?”

Her lashes raised, her eyes darkening in both fear and arousal.

“Yes,” she said hesitantly.

“You’ve told me ‘no’, several times now,” he said, keeping his voice calm, cool. “You have to learn not to tell me no, because it makes me crazy. And I don’t want to hurt you. If you ever don’t want to do something I want, do not say no. Tell me you’re frightened. Tell me what’s wrong. But never say no. I know what I’m doing, and I know if something is hurting you. There’s no reason for you to deny me anything, Marly.”

He watched her face flush with anger.

“That’s not fair,” she bit out. “I have a mind of my own—.” She stopped when he arched his brow.

Each movement carefully controlled, Cade went to the chair by the bed, aware that any movement from there could be seen from the window.

“Come here.” He motioned her forward with his hand.

She glanced nervously at the window.

“Don’t worry about Jennings. Worry about me, Marly,” he ordered her softly.

Her eyes flew to his, widening at the dark promise in his voice.

“Come over here, now. This is the last time I ask you nicely.” He patted his thigh.

Licking her lips nervously, she walked over to him.

She stopped directly in front of him, trembling. He liked watching her stomach tighten in arousal and nerves. The way her nipples hardened, pointing out to him with needy supplication. Even more, he loved the glaze of moisture that built on the bare lips between her thighs.

His hand reached out, his finger running through it slowly as she breathed in hard.

“You’re wet.” He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking the cream from it in pleasure. “You want me, Marly.”

He watched her breathe harshly. Finally, he had his control back.

“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.

“A little fear is good for you.” He moved, pulling the drawer to the bedside table out. There, nestled in silk was a new dildo he had purchased for her, several plugs and other assorted devices, and several tubes of lubricants. Marly gasped.

“Lay across the bed, with your hips raised,” he ordered her softly. “Head down to the mattress.”

“Cade.” She couldn’t take her eyes from the articles in the drawer.

“The plug you bought was too small, Marly,” he explained softly. “When I take your ass, I want you open and ready. I don’t want to hurt you. So we’re going to get you ready for it.”

“Close the curtains.” She shook her head tightly. “Please don’t let him see this.”