Second Best Ch. 06

I woke naturally, quite late in the morning judging by the strong rays of sunlight that fell through the window. Mark was propped up on the pillows beside me, reading the news on his tablet, the glasses he wore occasionally perched on his nose. His lip was swollen from last night's activities, but not as badly as I had expected. The other side of the bed was empty.

"Where's Lilly?" I sat bolt upright, my eyes bouncing off the bedroom walls in desperate search for her. Mark gave a soft laugh and flung his strong arm around my shoulder.

"Don't panic 'little bird'," he teased me with Lilly's nickname for me, "She's gone to the Delhi to pick us up some breakfast. She'll be back soon."

"Oh." I said, feeling sort of stupid, but vastly relieved. I leant into his chest and he squeezed me tightly. It could have been any morning waking up in bed beside him, but it wasn't and my mind raced with questions about what had happened the night before.

"You should have told me you were a switch." I said, stroking his face lightly while he considered his answer.

"Should I? It wouldn't have changed how you saw me as a Dom?" His words held the bitter sting of pain born from experience.

I bit my lip. In truth, I didn't know that it wouldn't have, especially when we first met. How would I have felt if he had just said the words, rather than shown me first-hand? But that wasn't what he needed to hear. He needed to know how I felt about it now.

"If anything, I respect you more as a Dom now. All those times that you told me not to cum or to wait patiently for you - you really knew the full weight of what you were asking me to do. And you've never asked me to do anything that you weren't capable of doing yourself. I admire that." A touched smile cracked across his lips and he pulled me close to his body. He didn't say anything, so I kept talking. "You're the best Dom I've ever had; you show good judgement and awareness, you pay attention to my body, you listen... If that insight comes from your submissive side, then I'm happy that you have it." He pulled me underneath him and crushed me under a flurry of urgent kisses. Our fingers interlocked in a familiar intimate gesture.

"Thank you," he said, and I could hear his heart in his throat, "I never liked hiding it from you... it feels like... it feels like you've finally seen all of me now."

A few more silent thoughtful moments softly ticked by. He nuzzled tentatively at my neck, admiring the string of purple marks Lilly had left there. "But you know, it doesn't mean I'm going to be any softer on you the rest of the time." He growled quietly in my ear.

"Oh, I am under no illusions." I said happily, batting my lashes at him unashamedly.

"Good," He grinned, putting his glasses on the bedside cabinet, "Because I've been waiting for you to wake up so I can fuck you for hours now."

That was all the warning I got before he'd grabbed hold of my upper arms, pulled me roughly to the centre of the bed and forced me face-down into the mattress. He pinned my arms behind my back under one of his large hands. All I was wearing were my white knickers, which he didn't remove, but simply pulled to the side. He worked two fingers into my aching pussy, drawing wetness quickly from my folds. Each blunt thrust of his fingers sparked little pains and twinges, physical memories of his cock pumping inside me the night before.

I turned my face to the side, gasping for breath already as his fingers pound relentlessly into me. He didn't play with my clit or fuss with my nipples; this was for him, not me, and he was going to make sure that I knew it.

Mark dragged me backwards by my arms onto my knees, then released my limbs so that I could prop myself up on all fours. This was one of his favourite ways to have me, and knowing this I was quick and compliant in lining myself up against his growing erection.

He rolled my now moistened knickers down my thighs to my knees and left them there. His hands found my hips and he pulled me backwards onto his thick, hard cock. I moaned as he entered me from behind. Revelling in the aches and sensitivity as he stretched me out. I pushed back against him, wanting him deep within me. That familiar primal heat was already building and with each thrust I swore under my breath or let a tiny sobbing sound escape.

"If you're going to make noise, do it so that I can hear it," he chided, with that maddening tone of amusement and self-satisfaction that I both loved and couldn't stand. So now with each thrust I cried out for him, the language-less vowels of female arousal.

"Oh you good girl," he teased, "Once upon a time you would have just stayed silent and made no noise at all. You sweet shy thing. Mmmm." And with that he lost himself in ploughing my pussy, his balls slamming against my dripping vulva, my ass red from repeatedly bumping against his hip bones. My sounds grew louder as he fucked me harder, odd fragments of English skittered from my lips like embers spat from a fire.

"Fuck. God. Yes. No. Fuck. Please..." I moaned, my arms shaking from holding myself up against such an onslaught. My muscles twitched and contracted around his plunging shaft.

"Scream for me!" Mark laughed, "Scream to God. Scream my name. I don't care, just scream and don't stop."

Even without this order, there was nothing else I could have been doing in the next moment. The flames of the orgasm ripped through me, taking my senses entirely.

"Christ! Please! Mark! OH!"

My prayers were answered and he shuddered and came rapidly inside me, shooting his molten lava against my walls.

He was still inside me when the bedroom door swung open. Of course it was Lilly.