Page 24 of Luna Ascending

Chapter Nineteen

Freya's POV

When Marc whisks me away on a romantic dinner-date my spidey senses tell me something is different tonight. He insists we dress formally, despite assuring me it will be only us. Arriving at our destination my jaw hits the floor – dinner is on board a yacht.

The water rocks her gently against the pier and hundreds, maybe thousands, of tiny lights litter the rigging, sparkling against the night sky. On the deck rose petals blow in circles in the light breeze.

I gulp as I let Marc help me on board, trying not to be unnerved by the vast expanse of water. There's just myself and Marc as patrons, although a few wait staff lurk in the background. It's such a beautiful setting. In a corner a sole cellist starts an achingly beautiful tune while the Maitre D' sits us cordially at the only table on deck.

Marc's hands reach for mine across the table and I'm aware of a cool shiver just before we touch. His amber eyes are virtually glowing in the darkness and I can feel him looking me up and down, from head to toe, slowly taking his time.

“You know I want the very best for you, Freya” he begins “the best place for you is where you belong, right by my side, in the heart of our Coven”

I don't even see him move but suddenly there's an exquisitely decorated box in his hand, and nestling inside an ethereal looking ring.

“Will you marry me?”

It's sudden, unexpected and vanity provoking, and I realise in a split second that I'm really not sure about this. I'm not sure about us. I haven't thought of an answer, never mind opened my mouth, when he slips the ring on my finger.

Looking down at it, glinting mysteriously on my finger, and then into his eyes, I suddenly know the answer. I know with an astounding clarity, lacking only milliseconds before, that this is what I want. This is what I need.

“Yes” I breath leaning in to him as the yacht staff set off a riot of fireworks in the background. Everything about the evening seems just magical, I can't believe it's all for me.

With a ring on my finger and my future with Marc decided, he makes it very plain that tonight, we are taking things into the bedroom.

As we step in the apartment door, I feel a possessive hand on the back of my neck.

“It's time I make you mine babydoll”

The nickname grates on me but I let it go, after-all he's waited months for me. His hand slides up my neck and grabs my hair giving it a tug and making me gasp.

“I'm going to fuck you hard and rough for making me wait”.

I gulp at the gleam in his eyes. I'm no virgin, but my sex life has been pretty mundane. I have a feeling that's not what Marc has in mind for tonight. He hands me some lingerie tells me to make myself ready, quickly. I blush just looking at it... there's nothing to it, just a lacy slip of material in the form of crotchless panties, a pair of suspenders and fishnet stockings and a bra that's literally just all straps. This stuff wouldn't look out of place in a bondage movie. I glance at him uncertainly and he growls

“Don't make me wait any longer babydoll. The longer I wait, the more punishment you get”

Um. What? I quickly scoot into the en-suite and slightly reluctantly put the lingerie on. This is what I want, right? I mean I DO want Marc and this life. I'm just a little nervous that's all.

As I step into the bedroom Marc's eyes roam up and down my body hungrily. I look at him standing in front of me, all muscle and raw desire. He's stripped to his boxers already, and I can see he's hard.

He stalks over to me and kisses me roughly, one hand cupping my breasts, and the other clutching my ass. His mouth moves down my neck to my chest, and he takes a nipple between his teeth grazing it, making me suck my breath in. His hands play with the top of my panties, gently teasing me before suddenly smacking my ass hard. I yelp, and he grins at me.

“I'm going to make you squeal way louder than that tonight babydoll.”

Marc pulls me roughly toward the bed and in one fluid movement bends me over so my ass is in the air and my chest is resting on the covers. I feel naked. That's stupid, I am pretty much naked. I feel vulnerable, with my ass in the air. I try to slide forward onto the bed but he stops me.

“Uh uh babydoll, I want you standing, bent over for me. Tonight you do what I say, when I say, and you take my punishment for making me wait for so long for you, for making my cock so hard it aches”

A hand slaps my ass again making me take a startled breath in. Marc shoves a knee between my legs and spreads them wider. I feel his cock push against my back briefly before he smacks me between my thighs. My pussy tightens in surprise.

“Marc!”

“Just take your punishment, and shut up” he growls slapping my pussy again.

He teases my clit with his fingers and immediately I feel heat between my legs. I'm not sure my brain's into this pain and pleasure thing, but my body's responding. Marc feels me getting wet and seems pleased with himself

“Is that just for me babydoll? Tell me you're wet just for me”

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