by Jenny Mount
(10/11/06)

They left the club around one a.m. When Marc pulled into her driveway, Roxy leaned across the console, grabbed him by the shirt, and yanked him to her. "If I let you come in, will you do what I say?"

Roxy had kept Marc's cock hard -- on and off -- all evening. She'd rubbed her breasts against him, felt him up beneath the table, and given him fuck me looks for the past five hours. She squeezed him through his jeans and his hard-on was on again, full force. He gripped her forearms and pushed her against her seat. He pinned her wrists to the headrest and kissed her wet lips. He seemed to enjoy the taste until she sank her teeth into his lower lip.

He jerked away and swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Why the hell did you bite me?"

Roxy opened the car door. "Because I didn't say you could kiss me."

She sashayed up to her house knowing he was watching her ass. He turned off the ignition at the same time she turned her door key. He opened his car door as she opened her front door. Just before she could slam the door and lock him out, Marc wedged inside. Roxy headed straight to her bedroom.

He followed and closed the door behind them. "Roxy, are you okay? You're acting strange."

"Take off your clothes and shut up."

He began to undress without question. He was such a man. Roxy reached under the bed and pulled out a riding crop. He stopped yanking at his pant leg and stared wide-eyed at the leather lash in her hand.

She smiled. "Come here. I want to show you something."

She tickled the head of his cock with the leather strip that dangled loosely from the tip of her crop. "I've got a new game I want to play." She led him like a puppy around the bed to the corner beside her vanity.

"Stand right there." Roxy grabbed his wrist and clanked a chunk of metal around it.

"What are you doing?"

"You agreed to obey me." She secured his other wrist.

Marc raised his eyebrows. "Cuffs? This could be interesting!"

She stood on her vanity chair and fastened his arms over his head. Then she dropped to her knees and leered up at him. His hard-on was level with her face. She pushed his feet apart and then chained his ankles.

When she finished, she stood and headed for the door. "Don't make a sound until I return." Roxy blew him a kiss and left him chained and naked. She stopped outside the door to spy on him.

Marc didn't seem uncomfortable. Excited? Amazed? Apprehensive? Maybe. Yeah, his arms and hands probably tingled, but she'd left enough slack for him to be able to shake them and keep the blood circulating. He peered down at his feet, manacled and anchored to sturdy rings embedded in the floor.

He looked up at his hands dangling from the handcuffs -- heavy cuffs, attached to metal chains and joined to the biggest hook she could find. The expression on his face said, "What the fuck?"

She giggled. Yeah, he's a man all right. Just horny enough to let her do this. When she returned, she was wearing a lime-green vinyl dress with circular cutouts on each side and a hem that barely covered the curves of her ass. She had let down her auburn hair so that it fell just past her shoulders.

Roxy still held the crop and was tapping it against the palm of her hand as she sauntered back into the bedroom, teetering on stiletto heels. She smiled. "Good. You're still here." She walked behind him, the scent of her perfume marking her trail.

"And how was I supposed to leave?" He twisted his body to keep her in sight.

"Hush!"

The whine of the leather echoed seconds before it landed on Marc's ass. Swat!

Roxy clipped him good, leaving a thin red welt on his flesh. Marc jumped and yanked against his restraints. "Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"Did that hurt, Marc?"

"Hell, yes, it hurt!"

Roxy stepped around him and smiled at his erection. "But you liked it, didn't you?"

Marc drew a deep breath, sucking in his stomach. He held his breath, and she tapped the crop against the swollen head of his dick.

"Answer me, Marc. You liked it, didn't you?"

He stared into her eyes and nodded.

She tapped a little harder. His dick jerked. "I can't hear your brains rattle, Marc. Answer me out loud."

Marc sneered. "I fucking loved it."

Roxy narrowed her eyes and, again, walked behind him. "You're too arrogant. Did you know that? You're arrogant and you flirt with anything in a skirt."

Swat!

Marc winced.

Roxy laughed. "You've always had the upper hand, been the one in control. Now here you are, at the mercy of a woman, whipped like a defiant child. And you do, in fact, love it."

Swat!

"Roxy, dammit, that one hurt!"

Her hand snaked around his belly to his rigid cock. She encircled him with soft fingers and stroked him, leisurely. With the end of the crop, she scratched at the crevice of his ass. He drew in another deep breath.

"I've got a feeling it didn't hurt too damn bad."

"Roxy..."

Swat!

"Ouch! Fuck!"

"Don't call me Roxy. You're not worthy to say my name."

"What should I call you?" Marc laughed. "Mistress?"

Swat! Another angry welt raised on his flesh. Again she came around and stood in front of him. She pressed her body tight against his.

"Since you insist on talking so much, you just keep on guessing what it is I want you to call me. And I'll use your ass for a scoreboard."

Marc's eyes darted back and forth.

Roxy waited, but he didn't speak. So she went on. "You're thinking, maybe she really is angry with me. Maybe this isn't going to be much fun after all. But what could've upset her? Think, Marc. Think back to the club."

Roxy stepped back, making sure he could see the emotion in her eyes. She took him in unhurriedly, moving down his body, noting every ripple of muscle as it flinched.

"You're scared shitless...and still your dick is hard," said Roxy. She put her mouth next to his ear. "I can almost see the wheels turning. You're trying to remember what you could have done tonight to piss me off."

Her hands were on his ass, squeezing a cheek before spreading him apart. He went completely still when she stood behind him again, clutched his flesh, and played the crop deeper between his reddened ass cheeks. She couldn't even hear him breathe.

She kneaded his backside while she pressed her body against him. She touched her lips to his ear. "Have you figured it out yet?"

"Damn it." He couldn't hide the tremor in his voice. "I don't know. What?"

She removed her hands and his body tensed again.

Swat.

Swat.

"Getting it? You're at my mercy. You have no way of getting loose without me. In a way, I'm your god. You can't eat, sleep, or even piss unless I say you can." She paused. "You may speak now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sweetie, I do."

Roxy raised her hands in mock praise. "Thank goodness! You're finally catching on." She walked over to her vanity, pulled opened a drawer, and little by little drew out a long braided whip. "Now, tell me, what did you do tonight that I found so upsetting? Think carefully. If I don't like your answer, the stakes rise."

Marc's gaze rested on the wicked brown plaits. Sweat streaked his cheeks. He licked his lips. He stared into her eyes, pleading in silence.

"Funny, now that I'm hurting you, you want permission to speak. But when you were hurting me, you couldn't shut your damn mouth. But please, go ahead. I'm dying to hear your explanation."

"It was because I flirted with Janelle and Sabrina. Right?"

"I believe you're going to make me use this on you, aren't you?" She gripped the handle tighter. "No, dickhead. They're my two closest friends. Not only do I not care, I expect it and understand it. They're gorgeous, but they're my friends."

Marc grimaced. "Nothing happened. I swear to God!"

Roxy stepped closer and Marc bit his lower lip. "I should use this on you." Roxy raised the whip. "It's not enough that I have to hear about your little 'talks' with other women, I had to witness one tonight. Tell me why, Marc, and why her? That trailer trash, Misty. My God, did you even see her? She probably howls at every full moon, and there you are, all over her, flirting, grabbing her ass, and even trying to kiss her." The leather braid shook in her hand.

Marc bowed his head. A smile tickled his lips. "I'm sorry, love."

"I'm sorry, love? You don't get it, do you?"

"Have I been that bad?"

The whip swished in front of him and cracked against the floor. "How would you feel if I flirted with every man I met? In front of you."

"Point taken. I'll do anything you ask. There? Are you happy, sweetie?"

"Shut up. I'll let you know when I'm happy. In fact, you won't have to ask." She paused and glared at him. Then, the glare softened. His lips were lush and delicious. His biceps strained. His shoulder muscles bulged and worked beneath sweat-slick skin. "Is there anything else you need to confess to me, something that I don't know?"

"Yeah, baby, there is." Marc frowned. He seemed almost repentant. "Right now, I'm wondering what you're wearing beneath that vinyl dress."

Roxy bit her lip and stared into Marc's big brown eyes. "You want to know what my panties look like? Or what they feel like? Or maybe what they taste like?"

"Yes, yes, and hell, yes!"

Roxy tossed the whip to the floor. She reached behind her to unzip the dress. Marc's cock twitched as he watched the garment slide off her shoulders, slip her body, and drop to the floor. She stepped out of the lime-green heap and stood tall, giving Marc a chance to see her undergarments.

She wore a sheer black bra; her hard nipples poked through the material. Her tummy was bare except for the small daisy chain tattooed around her navel. Her matching panties were so sheer that Marc could make out the slit between her pussy lips. She spun slowly before him. His hungry eyes watched her. His mouth fell open.

She turned her back to him and slid her panties down over her hips, then down her thighs. She bent at the waist and lingered, the sheer fabric now a puddle around her ankles. She wriggled her bare bottom.

Marc groaned.

"Say you're sorry."

"Oh, God, I'm sorry."

"And you'll never, ever, embarrass me like that again."

"Never, sweetheart, never again. I swear."

Roxy stepped out of her panties, picked them up, and turned toward him. She was dangling them from one finger as she walked over to him.

"And who do you belong to?"

"You, baby. I'm yours."

Roxy thawed a little. "Say my name."

"Roxy, I belong to Roxy."

"Very well. Close your eyes, Marc, and take a deep breath." She held the crotch of her panties up to his face.

He inhaled her scent. "Ah, you're too good to me, honey."

"I am. Now you have to do something for me."

"Anything, baby. Anything."

"First, open your eyes."

Marc opened his eyes and moaned. "You're so beautiful."

She flushed. "Come in my mouth."

Marc's eyes widened. "Well, if you insist."

Roxy knelt in front of him. She slipped one hand between her legs and wrapped the other around his erection. She gazed up at him and swirled her tongue across the head of his cock. She closed her lips around it and inch by inch swallowed him. He closed his eyes and threw back his head.

She released him. "Look at me, Marc. I want you to watch me."

He stared down at her while she stroked his cock. He thrust his hips forward.

"Maybe I won't finish you off, after all." She smirked.

"Damn it, Roxy."

She laughed, but then licked at the drop of pre-cum glistening at the end of his cock, teasing him before sucking and licking down his shaft and back up again.

She plunged her finger in and out of her pussy while she licked him. The squishy sound of it echoed in the room. She nibbled and kissed her way around his dick until he begged.

"Please, Roxy, finish me," he whimpered.

She waited for her own release before drawing him deep into her wet mouth. She sucked him like he was a straw. Every muscle in his body tensed. His feet came off the floor and the ceiling chains groaned. Her mouth formed a vacuum around his cock and pulled at him. He grunted, and then pumped what felt like gallons of come down her throat.

Marc sagged in his restraints while Roxy licked him clean. He yelped when she sucked him back into her mouth. Her tongue slashed against the sensitive underside and he shuddered again. When she finished, he sighed. A smile danced on his lips.

"What are you thinking?"

His smile broadened. His brown eyes, still glassy from coming, watched her. "I was wondering what would happen if I actually kissed the bitch next time."

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