I sound fucking pathetic.
"What I need?" Her words were serious, and my chest aches even more. “You can’t even stay for a kiss. You left me standing there.”
"Let me show you, let me make it up to you.” I shut my eyes tight as I scooted closer to her on my knees, "Please."
What the fuck am I doing? Was I really begging for this? After I made myself stay at arms length for this long?
Her eyes burn into mine as she takes in my words.
"No," is all she says, turning away.
I snatch her wrist again, pulling her back and wrapping my arms around her hips so she won't be able to leave again.
"This is what I want.” I breathe the words out as she towers over me. "Let me give you this.”
"And whatareyou giving me?"
"Use me." Her eyes widen and she sucks in a breath. “Own me like they tried to own you.”
“Marcus, this isn’t funny.”
“I’m not laughing, Elliott.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Oh, but I am.” I gesture to myself, “I am quite literally begging for you to take me seriously.”
“Why would you want me to do that?”
“Because you said it would help you.”
She softly shakes her head, “You’ve already helped me.”
I take in a deep breath, “What if I said I liked it?” Her eyebrows raise, “That I like you being in control?”
She squeezes her thighs together and I know I’ve got her now. As much as she wants to deny it, she wants to do this just as much as I need her to.
She shakes her head, “I can’t, Marcus.”
“You can. You have my consent. I’m a big boy, I can take it.” I grab her hand and bring it to my neck, “Use me, princess.”
Her eyes hood and she takes a step closer, taking in the sight of me on my knees. Her hand applies soft pressure on my throat, causing me to whimper in return. She must like it because she puts more pressure on my neck encouraging me to do it again.
I smile as her lips part at the sounds I make for her, “See, you’re enjoying this.”
59
Elliott
Marcus looks up at me with one of the most sincere smiles I’ve ever seen him wear.
I am. I love seeing him beg on his knees for my attention, asking me to use him.
Was that fucked up?
“You look stunning holding his neck like that, baby girl.” Hunter’s voice cuts through me and I drop my hand, backing away from Marcus.
“Hunter.” I go to explain myself.
