Free Carrie's Answer by Sierra, VJ Summers Page B

can’t come until you say I can. Marcus!” She cried out as he shoved his fingers more forcefully into her.
    He leaned over and kissed the middle of her spine.
    “Good girl,” he whispered against her back.
    His desire for her was like a fire that couldn’t be quenched. Marcus feared in that moment that he would never get enough of Carrie, never tire of her.
    When his thoughts began straying into territory he didn’t want to deal with, he brought his shaking hand to his lips. Humming his enjoyment, he licked her sweet juice from his fingers. She tasted like the sweetest peach, and he savored the unique flavor of her essence.
    Walking over to the armoire, he pulled open a drawer. Inside were two boxes, one white, one black. He chose the black one and, moving back to her, he stood behind her.
    “Turn around.”
    She turned to face him. She was flushed; her dark brown eyes were glazed. Marcus imagined what her reaction would be when he was buried deep inside of her welcoming, plush body. His cock, jerking in his pants again, reminded him that time was a-wasting.
    Marcus opened the long box and withdrew a red velvet collar. It was plain but laden with meaning. He’d picked it especially for her, knowing how the deep scarlet color would contrast with her smooth, pale skin and dark hair and eyes.
    “Carrie, will you wear my collar this weekend? It’s my gift to you.”
    Her eyes shone brightly, as though he were offering her diamonds instead of plain velvet.
    “Oh yes, Marcus, I will.”
    Her words struck him with the force of a vow. Without the slightest hesitation, she turned back around and lifted her hair so that he could place the strap around her neck.
    Karen had allowed him to collar her once and then she’d insisted it be made of nothing but diamonds. His ex would have laughed her ass off to receive such a simple gift. Carrie had amazed him again. The differences between her and Karen had always been there but they had never been more pronounced than they were in this moment.
    He carefully clasped the collar into place. It was a perfect fit. A small length of silver chain dangled from the clasp, emphasizing the delicacy of her neck. Stepping in front of her, Marcus held back a smile at the wonder in her expression. He needed to play this cool.
    She absently stroked the collar, her body visibly trembling with frustrated arousal.
    “Take off your panties and assume your position.” He watched with satisfaction as she shimmied out of her panties and dropped to her knees before him, holding her scarlet-lace-clad breasts up to him like a gift. He stepped close to her and murmured, “Put your mouth on my cock. Make me feel it through my pants.”
    She immediately complied, opening those luscious lips over the throbbing bar of his cock. The pleasure was maddening, even muted through the fabric of his jeans.
    “Go to the cross,” he said, pointing to the X-frame. “And crawl. I want to see that gorgeous ass sway.”
    Her eyes sparked with anxiety and desire as she crawled like a jungle cat in heat across the floor, her curves and her skin so fucking sweet. He smiled in approval when she reached the apparatus and automatically resumed her position.
    “Stand up, baby. I want you stretched out on the cross for me.”
    She moved gracefully and obediently, her gaze never leaving his.
    By the end of the weekend, Marcus was certain that she would belong to him. In fact, he suspected she already did. The question remained, was Marcus ready for it? There was something more here than fulfilling his ex-assistant’s fantasy of being dominated or his desire for her tender body. He knew his heart was dangerously close to giving in to the feelings he’d hoarded for her over the years. Feelings he’d always refused to put a name to. Feelings he’d always put off as caused by the fact that they’d worked so closely together for so long, that she’d been there for him when no one else had.
    Tonight he wasn’t using that