Free Marcus: A Black Lily Club Story by Chelle Page B

Beady Eyes is still staring at me. He isn’t even trying to not be obvious. The man with him taps him and the shoulder and nods. They both leave the shop and the breath I didn’t realize I was holding rushes out. That was creepy.
    The shop girl comes in around noon; she’s on a work-study program from school. I leave her to run the front of the shop and go back into the office to fill the Internet orders and make a list of supplies for the personal orders.
    We close the shop at five, the sun still shining on the treetops outside. I lock the door behind me, taking my lists and walking towards home. There aren’t many people out now, most have already headed inside for dinner this evening or out on the highway fighting rush hour traffic to get home. I don’t even own a car; my shop is within walking distance to home, even in the winter.
    The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and my stomach flutters with nervousness. The alley to my house shadowed in darkness. It’s never bothered me before walking home this way; those men must have really messed with my senses tonight. My footsteps echo off the buildings, ringing an alarming warning in my system, quickening my pace. A screeching cat leaps from behind the dumpster, squealing I leap against the building. I take a deep breath and assess my surroundings. I’m alone.
    I continue my short walk home, breathing deep, trying to calm my nerves. The front light to my house in on, highlighting a box on the porch. I skip up the steps; it’s a flower box. I pick it up and quickly get inside the house. There can only be one person to send me flowers.
    I lock the front door and put the box on the table. I open the red wine bottle to let it breath and tear the pretty red bow from the box. The most beautiful Madagascar Jasmine blooms I’ve ever seen in the box. I search for a card, expecting the familiar handwriting of Marcus. The card bears no signature, just and unknown scribble saying, See you soon.
    I toss the box into the trash and check to make sure the windows and doors are locked. This is crazy I’ve never in my life had anything like this happen. Why now? I wonder to myself if it has anything to do with Marcus or his club.
    The only thing strange that has happened in our little town is the unexplained animal attack across town. They found some homeless junky with his throat ripped out. Maybe it wasn’t an animal; maybe it’s a serial killer. I’m not a homeless junky though, so why would I be targeted. I grab the wine bottle off the counter and one glass, heading to the bathroom. I’m sinking into the hot bubbles and not worrying about this right now. It was just a creepy guy; I’m not stalker bait.
     

 
     
    Chapter 10
     
    I hover outside her window, just watching her lithe body, swaying to the music in her room. Her auburn hair swirls in seductive waves, as she twirls. Her robe half open reveals the gentle curves of her body. My cock hardens at the site of her pert dusky nipples. Her olive skin glistening in the moonlight.
    I land softly on her porch, wrapping my knuckles against the font door. Jasmine swing the door open, her eyes shine with desire.
    “Marcus.” She motions me insides, her heart fluttering.
    “How was work today?” I pull her into my lap on the couch.
    “It was okay. I missed you.” She nuzzles her lips into my neck.
    I run my fingers along her thigh, resting it on the curve of her hip. “Jasmine, my love, we need to talk a little more.”
    She sighs, her hot breath whooshing over my skin. “I know, I’ve been doing some more research so I can have a better idea of what I don’t like.”
    “Well then why don’t you tell me what you want out of submission?” I stroke the soft swell of her belly, trailing my hand up to thumb her nipple.
    “Marcus, I can’t think with you doing that.” She pushes my hand down to rest on her thigh and smiles. “Okay, now I definitely do not like the cages, I don’t like to feel abandoned and