Permanent Marker by Angel Payne Read Free Book Online Page B

remember what I want you to do now, Rose?” He watched her try to nod as the rest of her body took over, hips gyrating, her ass a mesmerizing landscape. He curled his other hand against her sex. The hard, hot ridge of her clit was his greeting committee. As he teased that quivering bundle of nerves, she keened and shivered.
    “That’s it,” he coaxed. “You’re so ready, aren’t you?”
    “Yes,” she cried. “Yes. Please!”
    “Then come for me. Don’t hold back. Come, Rose. Now!”
    Her scream, full and strident, filled the air. Her scent, tangy and heady, flooded his senses.
    Her tears tore at his heart.
    He gritted against saying or doing anything, continuing to stroke her, letting her ride the release along with the emotions it freed. Finally he couldn’t stand sitting there while she sobbed. He leaned and released her from the rope, then tugged her shorts up before pulling her into his lap. She fumbled as if not knowing what to do, so he guided her arms around his neck, forcing her to lean on him as her heartbeat calmed. In return, he held her close, rocking her. She was so beautifully made, with generous curves to her hips and ass. Her breasts, even tucked beneath a sports bra, pillowed against his chest with delectable softness.
    “What a woman you are.” He said it against her neck. “Thank you, Rose, Thank you.”
    She pulled back a little, huffing uncomfortably. “Uhhh, isn’t that my line?” She scooted back even farther, glancing down. The evidence of her effect on him still stood stiff in his crotch. Her direct gaze didn’t help matters. He cleared his throat, fighting the urge to adjust his balls to a more comfortable tension. She cleared her own, then said, “And shouldn’t I be showing you my thanks, instead of telling you?”
    Before he could stop her, she dropped to the floor between his knees and reached for his waistband. But Mark seized her hands. “Is that what you think I want?” At her startled blink, he tamped down a surge of fury. Of course that’s what she thought. A wedding day that never was, coupled with the genetic chip for taking responsibility for the world, equaled a woman who now felt her only worth to a man involved her mouth between his thighs.
    He pulled her back up, making her sit beside him. “No. Not right now. Come here. Sit.”
    She complied, though confusion bunched her brows. “You…don’t want me to…”
    “Oh, pet. Clearly, there’s nothing I’d want more. But this isn’t about me at the moment. This is about you, talking about what’s happening in those rooms in your head. I’m most interested in the one where all the waterworks came from.”
    She frowned deeper, pursing those full berry lips. It definitely didn’t help in the department of forgetting how she looked on her knees in front of him.
    “I don’t have ‘rooms’ in my head.”
    “Oh yes you do.” He swung a leg over so he straddled the bench. “Why the tears?” He ran a hand across her cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Were the ropes too tight?”
    “The ropes were fine.” She grabbed his hand with a desperate urgency. “I— The ropes were—” She sucked in a harsh breath. “The ropes were wonderful.”
    Understanding set in. The dip of her head, along with the way she sounded like she’d just confessed murder to a priest, made him nod. “Ah. And you’re conflicted about that. A little overwhelmed?”
    She tapped at his knuckle with a dainty fingernail. Though the polish was light pink, each nail had a little dark pink jewel glued on it. Hmm. His Victorian cameo girl had a secret thing for bling. And, they were both quickly learning, for other alternative things. Trouble was, the lesson was turning her into a giant ball of nerves. That mass was likely infused with some shards of fear too.
    “Look, I’ve got a couple of girlfriends into the whole bondage-and-submission thing. A few times, I even went to a club with one of them.”
    “And did you enjoy