leathers and black t-shirt and the leather cuffs on his wrists had sent my hormones into overdrive. I was wetter than I remembered being in a while, and I ached for a release. Just thinking about him fucking me in his room sent my mind elsewhere.
“Emma?” A deep voice jarred me out of my thoughts.
Turning around I looked for where the voice had come from. Standing behind me was Sam, the bartender. “I’m sorry, sir. How can I help you?”
“Can you please take these drinks over to Master Marcus and his guest? They are sitting on the sofas by the big St. Andrew’s Cross.” Sam passed two drinks towards me. “The rum and coke is Marcus’s, the beer is for his guest.”
“Thank you, sir. On my way.” I picked up the tray and headed to the area Sam had mentioned. When I saw Marcus lounging on the couch, talking with his guest, my mind wandered again. I found myself overly stimulated by his presence, and almost tripped on the stairs. I happened to bump into another sub, who I believe was named Callie.
“What the fuck ? Watch where you are going, newbie.” Her voice matched the horrific look on her face. She was pissed.
“I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t see you there.” I looked around for a place to set the tray down, but there wasn’t one.
“You should be sorry. Who do you think you are? You think you are special because you are new? I see the way you look at him. Keep dreaming , newbie. He doesn’t commit.” Her eyes stared into mine. I didn’t know what her issue was. I didn’t even know her.
“I think you are mistaken. And I really don’t know who you think you are. If you excuse me I have drinks to deliver.” I turned and headed back in the direction that I was originally headed in.
When I reached Marcus he had a look of concern on his face. “Something you need to tell me , Emma?”
I looked down at the floor and then to my tray, “No, sir. It was nothing.” I placed his drink on the table in front of him and the beer in front of his friend. “Here are your drinks, sirs. Can I get you anything else?” I waited for him to answer. Hoping he would make good on his promise and take me to his private room.
“Emma , we will discuss what happened before with Callie when we are not in the presence of others. For now I want you to kneel on the floor next to me until I decide what your punishment will be for lying to me.” His voice was stern and demanding.
“ Yes, sir.” I was humiliated that he had caught my lie, but it felt worse that I had seemed to disappoint him by lying. Yet I was quite aroused by the punishment, sitting so close to him.
Kneeling next to Marcus, I placed the tray on the table and my hands on my thighs. Marcus and his friend talked about life in general as if I wasn’t even there. I didn’t know exactly how long I stayed in the position with my head bowed, looking at the floor. The silence and non-communication from him was killing me. I glanced up at his friend, stealing a more detailed look. He looked familiar, really familiar.
After what seemed like a lifetime, but which, in reality, could not have been more than an hour, I felt a finger sweep my hair back behind my ear and stroke the side of my face. It was soft and sensual in contrast to his calloused fingers. I felt his lips close to my ear. My pussy increased in wetness. The pull that I felt toward him was indescribable. I tried to think of the words to describe it, but they just wouldn’t come to my mind. The man made my insides liquid and stopped my brain from functioning. I had never felt that loss of control with anyone else, ever.
“You are stunning tonight , Emma. I think you have been punished long enough. Now what do you say?” Marcus whispered into my ear. My insides literally melted again. His voice was so sexy in that raspy whisper meant for only me to hear.
“ Yes, sir. Thank you for my punishment. I am sorry for lying,” I whispered back, my eyes never leaving the floor.
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