Mark groans deeply, large warm hands tightening on my hips as I desperately grind against his thigh. Knee brushing along his bare hard cock and heavy balls with the harsh movement of my hips, trying to gain more fraction in just the right way. He had teased me since we woke up, whispering words in my ear and hands wandering my body, only to find my cunt and start to play with the sensitive bud between the folds. I woke up like that, my boyfriend lying between my thighs soon after my eyes opened to ravish me with deep licks and suck on my clit that had me writhing under him, fisting at his hair and pulling him closer. Locking my legs around his head, moaning when he chuckled against me, blowing air and nipping dull teeth at the sensitive parts of my cunt. It felt like forever before he had pulled me up into his lap, situating me on one of his thighs, and began to finger me softly, barely doing anything with his thick fingers.

Sucking, nipping, and kissing at my lips, neck, and breast, all while gruffly whispering nasty words into my skin. What he would do to me, how good I always take his cock and promising to fuck my brains into a melted puddle in my skull, to have me weak, pliant under him as he plows into me. The feather-soft touches, hot fingers stroking my insides and the words alone had me panting, growing aggravated and desperate that he wasn't doing anything, wasn't fulfilling the rough, brutal actions he promised. I could feel wet he had gotten my body, that telltale slickness dripping down his palm and wetting the skin of his thigh. Mark teased me for it, removing his fingers with an unholy chuckle at the whine I gave, lifting his hand to his lips and licking the shiny slick-like liquid off. Eyes rolling back with a rumbling moan, as if it was the most delicious thing he has tasted and it only created more heat in my gut, craving to feel him in any way he would allow.

Instead of returning to fingering my cunt, he bypassed that completely. Sliding the dry hand onto the side of my throat to the nape of my neck, gathering strands of long hair in his fingers, then pulling me forward. That had caused my hips to bear down on his thigh, a sudden almost perfect press of friction that dragged a moan from my lips. Even through lidded eyes, I could see his smirk, devilish and ridiculously sexy. Wet, musky, fingers were tapped at my parted lips, his dark, nearly black eyes, watching attentively as I licked them inside my mouth. Tasting the salty musk, I whined, abruptly feeling another soft leak of wetness pour out to glide along his skin. Aware I was tasting both of us, my slickness mixed with his saliva, and I wanted more more more. That level of closeness. Mark only shushed me, kissing softly at the corner of my lips, before thrusting his fingers further into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue and filling me with them. My hand snapped to his wrist, not pushing away, but merely resting there as I let him use me how he wanted. Finger fucking my mouth, instructing me to hump his leg. I'm trembling, uncertain how long he had us like this, but well aware I wouldn't orgasm like this; no, I need him inside, to feel the pulse of his cock and hear his pleasure. His hands moved, resting on my hips now, yet not guiding or holding me still.

"That feels good, Hun? Humpin' my leg like a fucking bitch in heat?" Mark roughly speaks, low and gruff in a way that sends another tremble through my thighs. He's leaning against the bed frame, legs spread to accommodate my body. Naked, as he has been since he tossed me on the bed last night. Cock thick and long where it rests along his abdomen, head flushed red and leaking, pools of pre dripping down and it twitches occasionally from how long he has ignored it. To my dismay, every time I even hinted at reaching for it he scolded or stopped me. He hasn't let me out of bed to shower or put on underwear, not even a bra. Sliding his hands around and up my bare back, fingers skimming along my spine and pulling me into an arch. It puts my breast in his face, as well as put more force into the eager grinds I give.

A ghost of a mewl sounds when he hooks his lips around a nipple, tonguing at the perky bud and using teeth to bite at it. Hand grasping the free one, massaging and squeezing harshly at the fatty flesh that pools between his fingers, a stark contrast to the tender sucking he is delivering to the nipple. All of this has my hips moving with new vigor, grinding down in tight circles and long strokes in a vain attempt at sating the rolling heat and fire of need, pure desire, in my gut. Clawing at his shoulders and squeezing my eyes shut, muscles shivering and sore, yet I can't stop. "Mark! Please! I - can't!"

Cooing softly, he releases my nipple to kiss adoringly at my gasping lips. "Shh, Darlin, you can. Just a little bit longer, you can hold out. Patience, be patient for me, Sugar."

I can feel tears of frustration gathering at my lids, nails digging crescent moons in his skin. Whining, shifting my hips faster. "I have! It- ah - been forever!!"

Chuckling, he bounces his knee and I shout at the abrupt jolt that shocks through my core to my nerves, cunt throbbing in need. His cock nudges my knee, the new dramatic movement swaying it closer to leave licks of pre on me. Absently, I notice his eyes stray to the digital clock on the nightstand, then a moment later, his phone rings. Crying out I, disbelievingly, watch as he leans over to grab the device, smirking wickedly as he answers it. Stilling my movements with a firm hand on my hip, raising an eyebrow when I automatically try to continue. Controlled and calm, as if he doesn't have a twitching, diamond-hard cock. "What?"

As he listens, he observes the minute little rocking grinds that happen with no thought, how I lean down to nuzzle into his throat with my nose under his jaw, feeling the shuddering breaths as I try to gather proper air. He pets me, running dry fingers through my hair and down my back, squeezing my ass, and repeating. Kissing my hair, he responds, easily and business-like. "Let them in. I'll be down shortly. Get them a van, watch them, no one enters the fucking kitchen."

Then hangs up, sighing long, sufferingly, and gently guiding me to look up at him with a finger under my chin. My eyes are hooded and watery; my lips kiss swollen and pink. I know my skin is flushed from my face down, too hot and needy not to be. The muscles in my thighs twitch, being forced still to avoid rocking continuously on his leg. I feel like a bitch in heat, wanting to be fucked into the mattress by his heavy cock, and at this point, he could fuck me on the hood of his car without me complaining. Mark presses a soft kiss to my lips, pulling back with a bite to the bottom one that has a low noise echoing in my throat. He holds me in place, not allowing an attempt at deepening the kiss or moving my hips again. Whispering, tenderly. "A client is here, Bats. I need to go deal with them."

"No! Mark!" Pushing past his finger on my chin, I hid in his throat again. Jerking when my cunt slides along his thigh, a full body shiver racking through my system. "Please! I can't wait!"

Massaging at my ass, he hums and I moan lowly into his throat when he dips two thick fingers through the slicked folds of my cunt. Faux shock rose in his tone, gently mocking. "Oh, Hun! You're fucking soaked! No wonder it feels like I split shit on my lap!" Slowly, teasingly, he drags his fingers out, nudging purposely at the swollen clit, scolding me for the grind down and back to get more. Firmly, "Nah, Sugar. You hold the fuck still, I'm just checking how my damn woman is."

I can only watch, frustrated and weak from desire, as he sucks his fingers clean, his dark and glinting eyes on mine. Feeling his cock give another violent twitch between us, smearing more pre over my lower stomach. Then suddenly, he is lifting me off his leg and gently lay me on the bed next to him. I claw at him, pulling his arms to tug him over me, whining high in my throat when he only smirks and stands up. Burying my head in the pillow, I fight the urge to stuff it between my legs or do so with the blanket, taking deep breaths and fisting the sheets. I can hear Mark pulling on boxers and pants, digging into drawers. By the time I feel the bed dip behind me, I've resigned myself to a needy morning in bed until he gets back. It may die down, but I'll still be eager to get fucked. He chuckles, amused as I ignore him until I feel fabric being looped around my ankles and pulled up my legs. Turning onto my side, confused, and looking at what he is doing, I see a pair of my underwear I never brought in my bag. He shrugs when my eyes go to his, laughing. "Couldn't help my-fucking-self, they're great jacking material."

"You stole my underwear to jack off?!" I'm not nearly as upset as I could be, and probably should be, the fact he uses them to get off is unfairly hot right now, that he thinks of me and not some other person or watches exaggerated porn.

"Darlin, I'd jack off to anything that touched your fucking body. You're just that damn addictive. Now, sit up and put these on." It's ridiculous how my hips raise to follow the instruction without a thought in my mind, letting him settle the silky red cheeky underwear on me. His eyes stare for a long moment, the contrast of the red on my skin and the thong structure of it capturing his attention. Blinking, he pats my inner thigh and leans towards the table on my side of the bed. Revealing a short, small, pink vibrator. My eyes widen, already shaking my head. I'm too sensitive for that right now, after so long of him playing with me in his fingers and then having me grind on him without any sort of orgasm, I'm too fragile to any form of friction.

"Mark- I can't-" I sound like a broken record, repeating these words, but I can't seem to find new ones to try and change his mind.

He silences me with a passionate kiss, lowering his hand to press his thumb firmly on my core, and earns a shocked whimper, my back arching. With his tongue licking past my lips and rolling with mine, I barely notice the chilly object sliding into my underwear and being situated to rest directly on my clit. That is until it suddenly shoots vibrations through my body and I jerk so violently Mark has to pull away to avoid teeth biting down on his lip. "Mark!"

He merely watches, petting along my thighs. Smugly, "That's a good Bats, say my fucking name. C'mon, stand up for me, Darlin. I got ya."

I yelp out at another strong vibration, clenching my legs together and refusing to move, knowing if I sit up, the vibrator will sit more snugly in me. Mark coos lovingly, standing at the side of the bed and leaning down to brush the hair from my eyes, glancing at my wet panting lips. "You can do it, I know you can. Be a good girl for me, stand up, Batty."

Huffing, I let him gently lift me off the bed by my hands. Biting my lip at the sharp press of the object against me, shakily stood on my feet. He holds me tightly, chuckling sinfully at my knees nearly giving out as my nerves are wrecked. Trying to put a firmness to my voice, knowing well it comes out shaky with need. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." Mark confidently retorts, helping me balance before leaving my side to grab a fluffy black robe from the end of the bed. I only now realize he is still shirtless, revealing the dark blotches of marks I left last night, from his throat and scattered down to the waistline of the sweatpants he put on. There is no doubting what they are, as purposeful as the ones peeking out from the pants are. I'm struck bewildered as he wraps the robe around my shoulders, tying it unnecessarily tight and being positive it hides my breast. However, pulls back one shoulder to show off his own marks on me. The large purple bites that travel from my collar bones down to my breasts, the valley between them is now on show. In the odd puzzlement, I also process that there are no constant vibrations. The vibrator hasn't given any new shocks, and I feel a slight hope that it has run out of batteries or power. Mark goes as far as to pull my hair up into a messy, lazy, bun with the scrunchie I brought.

Smirking at my curious eyes on him, wondering why I'm being relatively dressed when he is the one that needs to do business. He kisses my sweat-dampened forehead, hands traveling to my ass to squeeze, pleased with the soft mewl he earns. Sternly and authoritatively, "While I'm dealing with the fuck heads, I want you to make us breakfast. Whatever you want. But. That vibrator stays where I put fucking put it, no taking it out or anything."

"What? Mark, I won't last!" My protest only earns me a raised eyebrow and I'm quick to explain myself. "I mean, that sounds fun and all, but I'm so sensitive and I haven't even cum yet! I won't be able to cook!"

He chuckles, beginning to lead me from his bedroom with arms curled around me. "You'll be fine, baby. I'll be close by, just shout if you need me. This shouldn't take too long, just a pick up of information. We'll back up here in no time and I'll finally fuck that soaking pussy of yours, stay in there all day long."

The pout that takes over my lips is uncontrollable, and he grins at it. "You said that hours ago. You're lucky Paul messaged me to give me today off, otherwise, I would've been home taking care of myself already."

At that, I hear a low growl before he pins me to the wall outside his room, eyes black and a hand settling on my throat, the other one in his pocket. A sharp mewl is knocked from me, finding this unfairly hot. Suddenly, there's a pulse of the vibrator and I arch into him as the shock burns through my system, moaning. He is almost animalistic in the roughness he speaks. "I'm the only one who fucking takes care of you, hear me? The only one that gives you pleasure."

Nodding quickly, I squirm against him when the pulse never stops or pauses. One long, drawn-out vibration that takes my breath away, turns the little breath in my lungs into short gasps. He stays flushed to me, keeping us on the wall for a moment, watching. Giving a soft, lingering squeeze to my throat, his lips connect to mine in a harsh bite. Groaning, I'm dragged off the wall and under his arm for him to help me down the stairs, my legs wobbly for the first few steps. By the time we're downstairs and into the kitchen, I'm leaning heavily on him, clutching at his neck and shoulder, nuzzling into his jaw with licks and kisses as if that would make him ignore this plan and just fuck me already. Instead, he ignores me and gives his attention to three security guards, who I don't notice until Mark speaks to them. Commanding, "Let the cocksuckers in. Take them downstairs, no one fucking looks at her on the way."

Feeling embarrassment quickly fill me, I glance at the men, only to realize none of them are paying me attention, blank eyes on their boss and already moving to follow orders. I relax at that, thankful none of them actively watched me behave like a horny animal. The vibrator shuts off and I sigh out deeply, allowing my eyes to slip closed and rest my forehead on Mark's chest to let my body calm down for a minute. He huffs an amused breath and moves us slowly to the kitchen counter, leaning back on it and pulling me to rest on his front, my legs between his thighs and head at his chest. Arms curl around me and rub my back soothingly, feeling the gentle shivers that still rack my muscles. He is silent, nosing at my temple and tightening his grip on me at the murmuring voices that appear in the house. I know for a fact that the kitchen is visible from any position on this floor, the open plan makes certain of that. I can make out men's voices, only one woman speaks and someone curses one of the guards for pushing them. The guard only grunts out to look forward, so I assume the person tried to eye us as they pass. When all is quiet and the sound of the heavy, metal door to Mark's office closing, he stands properly and switches our positions.

Rising a hand to tip my jaw up, forcing eye contact and stealing another kiss, licking his way to my tongue and biting at it, fingers squeezing my cheeks. His tongue moist with saliva, I moan feeling drops of it sliding onto mine, like shotgunning a drink. Pulling back when I'm breathless again, clinging to his arms. "Remember my instructions, Hun. I don't care what you make, as long as you don't touch the damn toy. I'll be back shortly."

Stifling the reluctant whine in my throat, I nod my understanding and squeeze my eyes shut as he moves away. Letting my head fall back towards the ceiling, listening to his steps as he walks away. Questioning why I'm going along with this, I could have refused. He would've respected a firm no. There are strangers here, why am I not upstairs and waiting? I'm so hooked on him, it's fucking ridiculous. The moment he stops at the stairs to his office, I squeal at the vibrations that erupt through the vibrator, jumping to claw at the counter and force my legs not to give out. Falling face first onto the marble counter, nails sliding on the clean surface. It wrecks my nerves, shaking the wet folds of my cunt and swollen clit. My jaw drops into a silent scream, unable to voice it from lack of air. Faintly, through the blood rushing in my ears, I hear the evil laugh that my boyfriend lets out. Of course, the fucker has a remote. It lasts a mere moment, but when it slows into a constant mild vibration, I'm melted into the hard surface, uncertain if I can even use my legs to take a simple step.

Eventually, I'm stumbling around the kitchen, needing to pause every minute to breathe and muffle moans. The easy act of cracking eggs turns difficult, my hands shaking and jerking. Getting pieces of shell in the bowl that I need to fight to get out, leaning on my elbows with my knees bent into each other, groaning and whimpering into the sleeve of the robe. Mark plays with me, stopping the toy for a moment and allowing me to calm down, then starting it all over again on a higher setting. I swear he can hear me from down there, hear the squeals or loud moans I can't catch. Frying bacon turns out to be the easiest, only needing to pull a stool over to the stove and carefully, oh so carefully, kneel on it, not sitting down, to watch it fry. Making omelets has never been such a torturous event, even putting spices into the eggs is troublesome.

Needing to be careful not to over-spice them, which I'm sure is exactly what happens when the toy bursts to life at the perfect moment of me shaking in basil. A large pile of it and paprika is trembled into the eggs, giving it a red tint with basil leaves sinking to the bottom. Time is nonexistent, how many minutes go by is beyond me. All I know is it feels like centuries before I have two bacon omelets on plates, falling back on the counter a panting and near drooling mess. Needing to swallow obsessively to keep from dripping drool on the counter, feeling the dampness of my underwear spread further and begin to slowly drip down my thigh. There's sweat building on my skin, my eyes teary and lips dry from the constant breathing through my mouth.

Throughout the whole ordeal, I've heard and observed men walking through the house from Mark's office, carrying various-sized boxes. None of them looked toward me, but I made certain to bite at my sleeve to muffle noises. I couldn't focus on what the boxes were, only aware they were cooler containers and secured to keep the objects inside safe, yet cold. Mark never made an appearance, but I expected that when he was doing business. I don't notice when the men or clients leave, jerking violently when hands grip my hips and the toy gives one, last, high-strength burst before shutting off. Mark's voice punches a tired sob from me, weak and needy, desperate to cum. Unable to do so from the teasing, feathery friction the toy gave. He awes, pulling and turning me around to cuddle into his warm body, my hands automatically going to his pants to fumble inside. Only to be gripped and moved around his neck, I whimper at the silent rejection of what I need. "Aw, shit, sweetheart, you'll get it. I fuckin promise. You did so damn good, cookin for us and wearing that toy. You got no idea how fucking proud I am of you, such a good girl."

I cling to him, legs unstable. Moaning quietly, "Please..."

"I got ya, princess. C'mon, we'll go back to bed and I'll give you what you want. Can't let my Bat down, can I?" He kisses me softly, reaching down to hook his hands under my ass, and picks me up, settling my legs around his waist. Instantly, I'm suckling at his neck, only thinking; I better get what I want, or I'll fucking kill you, no matter how much I love you.