CHAPTER SIX: CROSSING LINES

CHAPTER SIX: CROSSING LINES

MARCUS POV

Seraphina should be here soon. When I got her text, the wildest thoughts filtered through my mind but I quickly shut them down.

I had to apologize to her.

I was her coach, I had just offered her my son's position. She probably thought the reason I did it was because I wanted her, not because I recognized her talent.

I wanted her and recognized her talents. 

However some lines couldn't be crossed and I violated a very big one tonight.

The door to my office opened and I stood up, immediately apologizing first.

“I am so sorry for what happened earlier, I had no attentions to make you uncomfortable, I did not offer you the position because I–”

“Marcus?” Seraphina called my name softly. That's when my eyes went down, taking note of her unusual attire today. 

Her hair was down, cascading down her shoulders to her back. She wore a top that showed so much of her cleavage that even the large coat she wore over it couldn't hide it.

“Do you want to help me with my coat?”

I rushed to her side, taking the coat off her immediately. “Oh my God, I'm rambling. How are you? I should have taken that from you first,” I got short of words when the coat was off her body.

Seraphina was standing in my office with the shortest pair of shirts I have ever seen, they barely covered the curve of her bum.

What a temptation.

She smirked at me knowingly, shrugging out of the coat completely and turning around, giving it to me.

Her hazel eyes stared into my soul and before I could react.

Seraphina pressed her skin to my body, kissing me.

I sucked on her lips, growling at the taste and the feel of it. She moaned louder, and reached up, placing her hands around my neck.

What was happening?

This time, I was the one who ended the kiss, stepping away from her. Her pink lips were slightly parted and a button from her top was loose, exposing her red bra.

“What are you doing, Seraphina?” I asked.

“Kissing you.”

Fuck this tease.

“Why are you kissing me?” I asked, terrified.

She stepped up to me. “Because I want to, Marcus,” she rolled my name with her tongue. “I thought you wanted to kiss me.”

“Yes, and if you recall, you left in a hurry. I thought you wanted to quit which is why I am apologizing to you,” I said.

“No quitting. Just kissing,” she captured my lips with hers again, moving against me. When I felt her tongue enter into my mouth, I lost my composure.

I grabbed her by her hips, lifting her up so she could wrap her long legs around my waist. She did exactly that, grinding against my body. I explored her mouth, grabbing her lips in tiny bites and then sucking her tongue.

My hand went up into her hair, wrapping it around my fist. I pulled it back, making her gasp and look down at me before kissing me back again.

Seraphina was the sweetest woman I have ever kissed. She tasted just like she smelled.

“Seraphina,” I gasped into her mouth, placing her gently on the desk.

“If you want me to do this, you have to tell me why,” I said, my voice firm. It took everything in me to make her think I still had control. She stared at me, her eyes bouncing around before she finally sighed deeply.

“I want revenge, Marcus. I want revenge on your son.”

I stepped back slightly, seeing her in a different light. “Revenge?”

“Yes,” she replied, keeping her composure. “I want to sleep with you to get back at him.”

I nodded slowly. “Is that all you want?”

“No.”

I waited for her to continue.

“One of the things Dylan used to say was how much he hated that I was better than him at gaming,” she explained. “He talked like I was beneath him, like I didn’t deserve any praise.”

My fucking son.

“You believe in me, Marcus. You showed me I’d been limiting myself. I always thought I was doing okay, but deep down, I’d settled,” she went on.

“So, you’re accepting the offer? The captain position?”

“Yes. I want to be captain. But I don’t want it handed to me.”

“Then what do you want?” I asked.

“I want to beat him,” she said, her tone cold. “I want to win so badly that he never forgets he lost to me.”

“Sera…” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Sleeping with me helps you get your revenge. Is that the only reason you want this?”

Seraphina bit her lip, hesitating.

“I want you, Marcus,” she said quietly. “I want you to make me forget about him. I want your hands, your mouth... all of you.”

I moved closer, wrapping a hand around her neck gently and whispering against her skin, “You’ve got a filthy mouth, baby girl.”

She smirked. “Want to see what it can do?”

God help me.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I muttered.

“Okay,” I said after a pause, “but there have to be rules.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Rules?”

I nodded. “First, we keep up appearances. Don’t call me Marcus when we’re around others.”

“Alright. Coach Marcus,” she replied, her voice low and teasing.

“Don’t say it like that,” I groaned, barely keeping myself in check. 

She giggled a bit, her features relaxing. “Two. Whenever I fuck you, you don't think about my son. If I am fucking you, you think only about me and my dick. As much as I am on board with your devilish plans, you should not think about another man when I'm in your pussy.”

“Yes, Marcus.”

I stare at her. “This last one is a bit unconventional.”

“I can handle it.”

“Whenever we fuck,” I began. “You will address me as Sir.”

Seraphina looked at me, her eyes darting up and down. “Okay, sir,” she said.

“There's sub rules. I wouldn't use a fucking condom,” I watched her breath hitch. “I am clean, are you?”

“Yes,” she said.

“You do not touch yourself within my permission. For however long this lasts, I own you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Before you have an orgasm, you beg me to cum.”

Sera smirked. “I barely have any.”

“You've been dealing with boys, baby girl. You would cum as much as I want you to. Starting from now. Take off your shirt.”

She does it promptly, throwing the shirt to the side. Her breasts are full, threatening to spill out from the bra. “Shorts,” I barked.

She removed them, wearing a matching thong. I grunted between my teeth. “Fucking slut,” I said, watching her reaction. “You really came here with a plan?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, spreading her legs open.

I walked to her legs and settled between them. 

“Another day, “ I whispered against her mouth, “I would worship your body another day. Right now, You look like sin and you smell so fucking good, I need to get my dick inside you.”

Seraphina moaned in response, arching her back into me. “Please,” she whimpered.

I slapped her ass. “Sir,” 

“Good girl.”

I didn't even bother taking my shirt off. Instead, I removed my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, stepping out of them. She watched me move, capturing her lower lips as I dragged my boxers down, releasing my cock.

“Look at what you do to me, bitch,” I grabbed her hair, making her stare at my dick. “Got me so horny like a highschool boy that hasn't tasted pussy.”

“How will that fit?” Her eyes widened.

“Nice and snug. You're a whore after all. Fucking your ex boyfriend's dad. I know you say it's for revenge, I think you've just been so under fucked, you want a real man in you.”

I rubbed her clit with my free hand, making her throw her head backward and moan. “Please Sir,” she cried out.

Just as she was about to cum, I pushed my dick into her. 

“Fuckkk,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back. Her warm muscles were inviting me inside her. 

“I'll go slow baby,” I said, moving in slower. “Fuck you feel so good.”

Seraphina opens her legs wider. “Please, Marcus. Use my pussy,” she said.

That broke my resolve

I moved out slightly then fucked her in the same breath, causing her to cry out. She placed a hand against the desk, and grabbed my shoulder with her other hand while I fucked her.

“You're so fucking wet. Did he ever make you this soaked?”

“No, sir,” her voice echoed as she moaned for me.

“Tell me, Seraphina. Did you ever cum in my son's dick?” 

She groaned louder at my words. “Never.”

“Well, I need you to cum. I need to feel your muscles squeeze and your wetness soak my dick. I know you want to.”

She started vibrating, moaning softly. Her juices flooded my jeans almost immediately.

“Fuck, you're a squirter,” I growled, still fucking her. She was still having her orgasm, her muscles contracting and releasing me as I started to thrust faster.

“Your pussy is so tight. You're going to make me cum,” I grunted against her.

We ate and licked together. My dick in her pussy. Her sweat mixed with mine. When I pulled out from her, cum dripped down from her pussy.

“That was fucking amazing,” Seraphina laughed. I joined her, wondering what exactly we had just started.