Free Making a Scene by Amy Valenti Page B

completed the family
portrait. Marc resembled his father and his mother in different
ways, while Serena was almost a carbon copy of her mother.
    I looked up at
Marc and whispered, “I’m so sorry. I should have trusted you.”
    Pushing the
photo album aside, he gathered me into his arms and sighed, the
tension in his shoulders lessening as I clung to him. “You’re the
only one, Nell. I swear to you.”
    Blinking away
more tears— wow, if this is sub-drop, it really sucks —I held
on tightly. “I don’t know why I got so insecure about her. I guess
I just don’t want to lose you.”
    Marc reached
over for the box of tissues on the side of the bed and handed one
to me. “Unless you have other plans, you’re mine. My only sub. My
only girl.”
    I began to mop
up the remnants of my tears. “No other plans, Sir.”
    He waited
until I’d finished wiping my face, then pressed a slow, soft kiss
to my lips. “Mine, then.”
    “Yours,” I
agreed, and went unresisting when he lay back on the bed, pulling
me with him.
     
    ****
     
    We dozed for a
while in between kisses and soft, affectionate caresses. A while
later, a question came to me. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did
your father disown Serena?”
    A darkness
seemed to descend on Marc, making me wish I hadn’t asked.
    “It’s okay.
You don’t have to tell—”
    “She’s a
lesbian. My father wasn’t okay with that.”
    I winced. Of
all the horrible reasons to disown someone, doing it because they
loved someone of the same sex was near the top of the list, in my
opinion. “God, I’m so sorry. Is he really religious, or…?”
    “No, he’s just
an asshole who cares too much about his own reputation.” Marc shook
his head. “I’d rather not talk about it. It was a pretty dark day
for our family.”
    I definitely
understood that. “That’s fine.”
    A few moments
passed in silence, and I tried to find a way to lighten the mood.
“Now I feel twice as stupid.”
    “Hmm?” Marc
tilted my chin to gaze down at me. There was a slightly haunted
look to his expression that chilled me, but I decided not to ask,
despite my curiosity to know exactly what had caused it.
    I carried on
with my original train of thought. “Being insecure that you were
having an affair with your sister is embarrassing, but your lesbian sister? Even less likely to happen.”
    Genuine
amusement spread across Marc’s face, chasing away the shadows of
his past. “Well, I wasn’t going to point it out, but now you
mention it…”
    “I’ll take my
punishment for assuming the worst, Sir.”
    Marc smoothed
his hand over the bruises he’d put on my ass, making me gasp at the
unexpected pain. “You will…when these have faded.”
    I nodded a
little reluctantly, hoping I hadn’t let myself in for something
worse than I could handle. Before my imagination really went wild,
though, Marc interrupted my thoughts. “Now sleep, my sub. It’s been
a long, hard night and you need rest.”
    Unable to
resist, I giggled. “Long and hard? Yeah, that’s how I remember
it…”
    “Little minx.”
Marc tugged on my hair, angling my head back so he could kiss me.
For long moments, his lips lingered on mine, his tongue tasting and
teasing. Then he broke away abruptly. “I mean it. Sleep,
Eleanor.”
    I snuggled
closer and brushed my hand over his hardening cock. “Are you sure,
Sir?”
    Marc groaned
as I ran my fingertips gently up and down his shaft. “You’re a
disobedient little temptress.”
    “I just want
to please my Master,” I protested playfully, beginning to stroke
him harder. His hips bucked involuntarily, encouraging my touch,
and I knew I had him.
    “Your Master,
huh?” He gripped the back of my neck, squeezed a little, and I
thrilled at the dominant display. Would I ever get enough of Marc
Cassidy?
    “Yes…Master.”
I wasn’t entirely sure it was the mode of address turning him on
until his cock became even more solid in my hand. “That’s more
hardcore than