Chapter 12

“It’s beautiful, Dennis, really,” she said, staring at the white silk peignoir in the matching tissue lined box. “And the bracelet is... incredible, but I can’t accept it.”

“Oh, come now, of course you can,” he said, picking up the jewelry box and sliding the diamond tennis bracelet from its cushion. It sparkled in the lamplight and Marqi was certain she’d never seen anything as valuable up close before. It was appealing, and as he snapped the clasp around her slender wrist, Marqi found herself dazzled by the way it caught the light and threw it back, sending beams bouncing up at her. He kissed her neck while she stared at it, then shook her head.

“No, no,” she said insistently, trying to undo the clasp. “No, I can’t keep this. I can’t take it. I know what you’re trying to do, Dennis, and it can’t happen. I won’t allow it to happen.”

“What won’t you allow?” he asked, taking both her hands so that she couldn’t unlock the bracelet. “You won’t allow me to show you my affection?”

He placed a kiss on her collarbone. “You won’t allow me to show you that I care for you?”

He drew her near and nuzzled her ear lobe, whispering, “You won’t allow me to...love you?”

Put that way, Marqi felt ridiculous about her accusations, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she still knew it was wrong, and all his words were nothing but pretty lies. She pushed him away.

“Dennis, you can’t buy people,” she said forcefully. She took a step back from him and tried to calm the buzzing in her brain that was sending signals to the rest of her body. Her traitorous body was already responding to him, wanting to be up close to him, kissing him again.

“Marqi, Marqi, little Marqi,” he said, walking away from her and unbuttoning his shirt. There was a bottle of champagne in a bucket beside two glasses on the nightstand. He popped the cork and poured the froth into a flute before he spoke again. He walked over and handed her the glass, saying, “I can’t be without you. I want to be very clear about that. Do you understand me?”

She accepted the glass and took a sip, but it did nothing to soothe her rattled nerves. “No.”

He sighed, returning the bottle to the bucket and picking up his own glass of alcohol. He downed it, considering his next words. He turned to face her and said, “You are a remarkable girl, Marqi. I think about you almost constantly when we’re apart. Do you know how rare it is for me to remember a woman by name? Unless she’s one of my investors, I can’t be bothered. And yet you... You intrigue me. There’s something different about you, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

He sidled up alongside her, running his hand across her flat stomach, then letting it dip slowly between her legs. He chuckled, “Or maybe I can.”

Marqi closed her eyes and raised her glass to her lips. When it was empty, he took the champagne flute from her and kissed her mouth and neck, willing her to succumb. She linked her arms around him and held him tightly, kissing him lightly on the mouth, her brain telling her not to get carried away. Dennis dropped both glasses to the floor, their impact absorbed by the deep carpet, and pulled her body flush against his. He kissed her demandingly, his mouth seeking to dominate every inch of her flesh. She willingly gave him access, turning her head, exposing her wrists, her breasts, any part of her that he wanted. He yanked her dress, tearing it as he pulled it off of her. Her fingers shook as she helped him out of his shirt, his pants. He shoved the gifts on the bed aside, sprinkling the floor with silk and ribbons, and lowered her to the mattress. Their clothing littered the room, and both of them were utterly naked except for the diamonds adorning her arm. They slid down her wrist, their weight only half as satisfying as his upon her body. She reached up to thread her fingers through his hair, opening her mouth to him as her legs slid up around his waist. She felt his half-hard cock pressing against her stomach, seeking attention. He raised his body and offered it to her. Marqi’s tongue slithered out to taste him, and Dennis gave his cock a few pumps while she licked the head. He pushed his erection between her lips, holding the back of her head with his hand while she sucked him. He closed his eyes, savoring every flick of her talented tongue. He let her mouth work its magic until his cock was fully hard and leaking in its warmth. Then he withdrew himself and lowered his head to her breasts.

Still wet from their union in the car, Marqi rolled her hips toward his, hoping to entice him into her body. Dennis chuckled, his lips suckling at her flesh until each nipple stood up in rosy salute to his affections.

“Please,” she murmured, spreading her legs wider. He ran his hand along her thigh, tormenting her as she sought to be filled. She reached between them to stroke his hard cock, but Dennis pushed her hand away.

“Please!” she beseeched him again, and again he ignored her, nipping at her throat with his teeth. She pulled him close and raked her fingernails down his back, this time demanding, “Now, please!”

Dennis found her wet and wanting cunt and filled it with his long, hard cock. His thickness reassured her body that she would get what she wanted. She moved against him, but he kept his pace with tranquil control. Marqi was having none of that. She wanted a good, hard fuck, and she was going to get one. She raised her knees higher, bringing his cock in deeper, making him groan. She moaned as she moved her body, drawing him in, squeezing his cock tight inside her pussy. She was ready for more.

“Fuck me, Dennis,” she begged him hoarsely. “Fuck me hard. Harder!”

Her words sizzled in his ear, and his body obeyed her commands. He slammed himself into her, his cock sliding easily in and out of her dripping wet pussy. He drove his hard cock into her welcoming body again and again, his balls tightening on him against his willing. He tried to stop, panting, trying to slow down, but she took her. She grabbed his hips and rode his cock from beneath him, raising herself up and down on his spire till she spiked.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned. “Yes, yes! Dennis, fuck me hard!”

He couldn’t take it, the begging, the moaning, the intense need to come in her hot, wet pussy.

“Come in my pussy, Dennis, I want it so bad!” she screamed, squeezing him tightly while he pumped his cock into her, his balls so tight they were ready to explode; and then they did. His cock erupted in glorious, freeing spray, pumping into her pussy while he rode his wave of ecstasy, emptying every drop into her while she writhed beneath him, her breasts slick against his sweaty chest while her hips wrung him dry.

He fell on top of her, panting hard as his body worked its way down from the high. She sighed contentedly under him, their musky frames bent together as one.

She had gotten what she wanted, and her chuckle told him so. She’d gotten her way, and so had he.

So why did that confuse him?