Page 11 of Thunder

"Then come and get it," I challenge, lying back down on the bed.

Without hesitation, Marcus moves to cover my body with his, our mouths meeting again in a searing kiss. His powerful hands slide up my thighs and I shift my hips, rocking them, inviting him to touch me.

"God damn, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his rough fingers brushing against my wet pussy. A moan escapes my lips at the contact, my hips bucking involuntarily. "And so fucking ready for me."

"Wait," I whisper, pulling away from a heated kiss. Marcus's eyes are filled with confusion and desire as he looks down at me. "I want to be in control tonight."

"Really?" He says, his voice husky and curious.

"It's something I really like. But most guys aren't into it... Still, it'd really help me let go, and if you agree, I promise I'll make it worth your while."

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he nods. "Alright, Lia. Show me what you've got."

I quickly go to the closet and retrieve one of the belts from the hotel robes, looping it around his wrists with an excited grin on my face. I can’t wait to have him at my mercy. Marcus doesn't resist as I secure the knot, leaving him bound and vulnerable. My heart races at the sight of this strong, wild man giving himself over to me.

"Your pants," I order, command in my voice as I gesture for him to lift his hips.

He complies without hesitation, allowing me to strip him of both his pants and underwear, which I toss to the floor in a heap. The sight of his impressive, thick cock makes my mouth water at the thought of tasting him.

"God, you're gorgeous like this," I murmur, crawling up his body until I'm inches from his face. "You're mine tonight. Understand?"

"Yes, babe," he grins, clearly affected by my newfound dominance. Though my other effects on him have been visible for quite a while, I remind myself as his hot, throbbing erection pulses against my thigh.

"Good. Though it's not like you have a choice."

With a wicked smile, I slide down his body, my lips leaving a trail of kisses along his muscular chest and abdominal muscles. I can feel his anticipation mounting as I draw closer to my destination, his breath hitching when I finally take him into my mouth.

"Fuck, Lia..." he groans, his fingers clenching and unclenching as I work my magic on him. His reaction only spurs me on. I wrap one hand around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with the rhythm of my mouth. His hips buck involuntarily, desperate for more contact despite the restraints holding him in place. “Fuck, I love how you work my cock.”

“I’m just getting started.”

"Please," he begs, his voice breaking. "I need you. I need to feel your pussy around my cock."

"Patience. Tonight is all about me taking control, remember?"

As if to remind him of that, I take my time with his cock. Tease it, lather it with the barest of attention from my tongue, with a touch so gentle it'd make the breeze from a butterfly's wing seem like a hurricane. His cock pulses with each tender touch, he groans every time my lips simply brush his erection, and a lick from my tongue is enough to make him gasp and convulse in pent-up need.

Then I release him as pre-cum drips in a steady stream from the head of his cock and he lies there, panting, at the edge of orgasm.

I want more, and I'm in control tonight, so I take what I want.

"Your turn," I breathe, my voice laced with authority.

As I crawl back up Marcus's body, I can see the desire burning in his green eyes. His chest heaves with anticipation, and despite the restraints, he tries to reach for me.

"Stay still," I command, straddling his face. I feel powerful, in control, and a million miles away from anything even resembling a problem at work. "I'm not getting off until you make me come."

"Whatever you want, Lia," he responds, sounding both eager and nervous. But I know he won't disappoint me. “Let me taste you.”

Lowering myself onto him, I close my eyes and revel in the sensation of his tongue against me. He's skilled, no doubt about that, but I need more.

"Eat me," I demand, grinding myself down onto him. "Worship my pussy. Make me scream."

"God, yes," Marcus murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. He delves deeper, exploring every inch of me, teasing and taunting in the most delicious way possible.

My head falls back, my fingers gripping his hair, guiding him to all the right places.

"Marcus," I moan, feeling the pleasure build within me. I imagine the tattoos on his arms, the violent stories they tell, and how this night will be etched in my memory forever. "Don't stop... Please. I’m close. I’m so close. Don’t you dare stop."

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