Chapter 13

He nuzzled her neck and whispered, “What exactly is so funny?”

“Hm?” she replied lazily, her eyes unfocused as she floated blissfully on the bed.

He grabbed her wrist and planted a row of kisses right up to the diamond tennis bracelet. She looked at him with a languid smile, and he said, “It looks lovely on you.”

He rolled to one side, reached for the champagne, and took a swig directly from the bottle. Marqi was frowning at the jewelry on her arm. “It is pretty, but... really, help me get it off.”

She sat up, struggling with the clasp, and Dennis carefully replaced the bottle in the bucket before he answered, “No.”

“What do you mean no?” she asked in exasperation. She pried at the closure with her nails, but to no avail. “Bah! It’s stuck or something.”

“It’s not stuck,” he told her haughtily, “it’s delicate. You have to use a light touch, like a tickle. Just a gentle tickle.”

She sighed. “That’s ridiculous. I’m not going to be able to tickle the bracelet off me!”

He shrugged. “Then leave it on. It suits you.”

“No, it doesn’t. It looks stolen.”

Dennis coughed loudly. “I beg your pardon!”

“Oh, not you,” she said quickly. “Me. It looks like I swiped it.”

“That’s absurd,” he told her, lying back against the pillows.

“Seriously, Dennis, I cannot have this!”

“You’re being ridiculous, Marqi.”

“I know what you think this means, Dennis,” she threw over her bare shoulder. It was starting to feel chilly in the room now that they were done with their lovemaking. “You can’t buy me.”

“Will you stop? I get it. You’re not a hooker. You’re a nice girl who happens to...what? Just be a slut?”

“Well, that’s not very nice,” she told him.

“Is it true?”

“Not normally,” she retorted. “Just around you. I’m a big, fat skank around you for some reason.”

He chuckled. “That’s hardly a word I’d assign to you, my darling girl.”

“Hmph,” she said, going back to working on the clasp. “Seriously, what is this? Does it need a key? What the hell?”

Dennis sat up in annoyance and grabbed her arms, prying them away from one another. “Stop. Just stop this. I want you to have the bracelet. I want you to keep it. It is a token of my affection, and I shall be deeply offended if you don’t accept it. So stop.”

He leaned in and kissed her deeply, making her head buzz delightfully, and causing her to forget the bracelet for a moment. He released her momentarily.

“I have some work to do. Why don’t you take a bath, get cleaned up, and change into that,” he said, indicating the peignoir he’d thoughtlessly shoved to the floor during their fit of passion.

“I don’t take orders,” she said stubbornly, wrapping her arms around her naked knees.

He laughed at her as he got up and fished in his bureau for a t-shirt and sweat pants. “It’s not an order. Will you please relax? Do whatever you want. Just don’t leave till I’m done with my Tokyo trades, all right?”

She started to grumble, but thought the better of it. Where else did she have to go anyway? “So, what am I supposed to do? Take this thing into the bath with me?”

He shook his head. “If you like. It’s yours now; do with it what you will.”

He pulled on the clothing, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and was out the door without another word.

“Great,” Marqi mumbled to herself. She looked at the sparkly accessory on her arm. “I’m such a dope.”

After a long, hot bath with bubbles and diamonds, Marqi dried herself carefully and slipped into the new silk set that Dennis had picked out for her. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror; the soft fabric definitely clung in all the right places, and the robe was enough to ward off the chill in the master bedroom. The slit in the skirt went all the way up, revealing an expanse of creamy thigh. With her dark hair, Marqi had to admit that it was a fairly dramatic statement. Still, no matter how good she looked, Marqi couldn’t help but feel out of place here. She was infinitely used to be poor and having to work for everything. And she definitely did not like the idea of trading sex for cash and prizes.

With a sigh she turned from the mirror and padded barefoot across the room. She felt bored and restless without him, and she wasn’t certain where her suitcase was, so she couldn’t study at the moment. Searching it out was the only suitable plan, so she set out to find her case and quench her boredom at the same time.

An hour of wandering through the cold and almost sterile manor yielded no sign of her suitcase. She poked her head into the study, but Dennis was deeply immersed in a telephone conversation he was having, and it sounded too serious to interrupt for anything other than a life-threatening emergency. Finally she gave up, walked back up to the master bedroom, and fell asleep on top of the covers.

“Mm,” she said, rolling over. “What time is it?”

“Don’t care,” he answered, bringing her lips to his for a kiss. Groggily, Marqi tried to decide between sex and sleep. Dennis fingered her left nipple till she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“You suck,” she told him brazenly, pushing his face away. She spread her legs and hiked up her skirt.

“You’re not serious,” he commented, eyeing her for a moment.

“Of course, I am,” she answered saucily. Dennis shook his head, but his eyes crinkled playfully as he snaked under her leg and knelt before her. He nuzzled the finely shaved scrub between her thighs and began to lick her with soft, tiny touches of his tongue. Marqi lay back against the satin-cased pillows and smiled to herself. He blew gently over the newly wetted skin and Marqi shivered all over. She arched her back slightly and reached down to push his head down between her legs. His tongue assailed her pussy with ferocious little jabs followed by long, intense strokes. He flicked the tip up and got a rise out of her, then began pumping his tongue in and out of her with even, measured licks until she screamed and writhed and clenched his head with her thighs as she came. Dennis reached down to stroke his cock while she wriggled her cunt on his face. He’d come to bed interested, and tasting her come had only made him long for her to return the favor.

When she released his head, Dennis sidled up next to her in the bed, then straddled her chest and lifted her head in his hands. She opened her mouth to his cock and he leaned downward, pushing himself in as she swallowed around him. Her mouth was wet and warm, and Dennis closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of her moist tongue caressing his hard dick. Her hands rested on his ass as she swallowed him down, sucking him lightly as he rocked his hips, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. He lowered himself slightly, supporting his weight with one hand as his cock made love to her mouth. Her lips swelled around him, eagerly sucking in the big dick and tickling him with her tongue till she tasted the salty precome on the tip.

“I want to fuck,” he told her, extricating himself from her mouth. Excited, Marqi spread her legs wide for him again and he helped her sit up slightly so that he could pull her silk robe and nightgown from her body. The delicate fabric whispered off her skin, leaving her with goosebumps as Dennis laid her back down upon the bed. Holding his swollen cock in one hand, he guided the tip to her cunt and teased her a moment. With her legs wide for him, Marqi moaned and fingered her nipples, begging him with her eyes. He wanted to have her, and loved knowing that she wanted him just as badly. He leaned down and kissed her neck as she rolled her hips up toward him, hoping to entice him into her pussy. Dennis chuckled. He liked tormenting her this way. He could feel her pussy dripping for him, wet and waiting for him to strike. His cock was throbbing he was so hard, but still he teased her. He let the tip go in for a moment, then pulled it back out, causing her to whimper as she pinched her nipples to rosy hardness. He lowered his mouth and licked her tortured breasts while she writhed against him, moving her body up and down along his, urging him to take her. Dennis licked her breasts all over, paying special attention to the nipples while Marqi thrashed against the pillows and mewled from the back of her throat. She put her knees up, wrapping her legs around him, and pulled him forcefully down atop her. Dennis smiled as he kissed her neck. He knew what she wanted it; he wanted it, too.

Slowly he pushed his hard cock all the way into her cunt, letting her muscles squeeze his swollen flesh as he entered her. He savored going into her like this, and spent a lazy minute just buried inside her. He was tempted to stay longer, but she whimpered again and when she moved, he felt the familiar ache in his balls, and knew he had to move, too. He pulled back, his long, hard prick sliding out of her pussy to the tip, then gliding back into her with a sigh. Her body grabbed at him, trying to milk an orgasm out of him, but Dennis wasn’t ready just yet. He wanted to thoroughly enjoy such a finely earned fuck. He pulled back out and slid in again at an intentionally leisurely pace. Marqi was going crazy. She rubbed her sweet body against his, her pussy squeezing him luxuriously as it begged to come again. Inside her wet honey pot, Dennis thrust his cock in and out with even, maddening strokes. He buried his face in her hair, loving the way the short-shaved hairs on her pussy tickled his skin as he went in and out of her body. He made love to her slowly, agonizingly, until at last he felt her beginning to clutch at him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her pussy began clenching around him. His balls tight with the need to come, Dennis began thrusting harder, forcing his slick, hard cock into her faster and faster. She cried out for him, her pussy riding up and down on his cock as she came. His balls were soaked with her come as he drove into her, her pussy still coaxing him to come, too, grabbing him tight as he went in and out, sweat rolling down his chest and lubricating both their bodies.

“Oh, God!” he groaned as his cock began to shoot. Long, hot streams of come burst out of him, filling her pussy with his seed as he came. He shuddered inside her, shoving himself swiftly in and out of her body as they moaned together and she spasmed around him, gathering the last drops of come from his cock.

“Uhhhnn,” she moaned incoherently, still clutching him. Dennis kissed her eyelids and lowered himself to his side, his cock slipping out of her body. He pulled up the sheet on their naked, sweaty bodies, and closed his eyes. He could fall asleep sticky tonight.

Sticky and happy and perfectly content. Marqi lay in his arms and without knowing it, felt exactly the same way.