Free Marcus: A Black Lily Club Story by Chelle

“ I would like you to come over to my house to talk.” Her voice comes out in a rush.
    “Okay, I will be there in fifteen minutes.” I shut the phone and grab the whiskey from Thomas. I need a drink first.
    I opt for dark blue denim jeans and a cotton t-shirt, I’m trying for approachable and not Dom. Sam’s right I pushed to hard. Jasmine is a soft heart and she needs more affection than I gave.
    I knock lightly on her front door; I hear her heart start to flutter in her chest. She opens the door, her eyes still rimmed red from crying, makes my hear sink. She motions me inside, never saying a word.
    “Jasmine, please talk to me.” I follow her to the couch. She motions for me to sit, taking the chair opposite me.
    “Marcus.” Her breath catches and her voice cracks. “I don’t know if I can be what you need.”
    My heart breaks with her sadness. This is my fault I caused all of this. I want to take her in my arms and tell her it will be all right, but the damage may be done. “Jasmine, I’m sorry. I rushed you. Pushed you to far. Can you forgive me?”
    She raises her head and stares through me with burning tear stained eyes. “Marcus, why me?”
    I take a deep breath, trying to find the words to tell her how I feel, without scaring her away. “Jasmine, you’re a beautiful woman, a natural submissive. Your heart calls to me, your softness, your kindness. I’ve done this all wrong, I love you.”
    The tears floating in her eyes streak down her face, her heart flutters in her chest. “Marcus, are you sure? What if I can’t be what you want?”
    I walk over to her, taking her soft body into my arms, kissing her gently on her tear-dampened cheek. “Jasmine, I’m sure, whatever you can be is what I need.”
    The small smile that graces her lips, sends a shiver of hope through my soul. She raises her ruby lips to mine, her tongue peaks out licking my lips.
    “Are you positive this is what you want?” Her voice waivers with uncertainty.
    “Yes.” I pick her up and carry her up the stairs to her bed, laying her on the soft down comforter. I lick and nibble my way across her jawline, sucking the pulse hammering in her neck. Her body arches to meet mine. Her breath comes in ragged little gasps; her hands slide under my t-shirt.
    Jasmine pushes my shirt over my head, running her hands along my chest. She raises her head, licking her way down my neck and flicks her tongue across my nipple. The groan that escapes from my lips, sneaks a smile across her face,
    “Make love to me Marcus, because you love me, not as Dominant and submissive, as lovers.” She wraps her legs around my waist grinding her body against my erection.
    I peel the shirt from her body, exposing her hardened nipples to my gaze. The rosy flush creeps along her chest and up to her cheeks. I slink down her body, trailing my hands along the curve of her hips, sliding her pants off her legs. Once she is completely naked, I remove my own pants. I sit on the end of the bed between her spread legs, lifting her foot to my mouth; I kiss the inside of her ankle.
    The goose bumps break out along her leg. She gazes at me with need and love in her eyes. I trail soft wet kisses to the juncture of her thighs. As I blow cool air across her heated core, she twines her hands in my hair. She arches her body, pulling my head to her center.
    I lick her slit, savoring the sweet flavor of my love. Her grip tightens on my hair pulling me hard against her. I suck her clit into my mouth and roll the bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her arousal leaks onto my chin. She grinds herself against me.
    “Don’t hold back Jasmine. Let me hear you. Let yourself go.”
    Her breathing becomes short and shallow. “ Oh God Marcus, please-” Her voice trails off in a ragged groan as her body drops over the edge into orgasm. Her legs tremble and shake, as she rides the waves of ecstasy.
    I move up her body, kissing my way across her face, to capture her lips, thrusting my tongue