Beg for it

That day, after work, I went back home, I decided to talk to Marco. As I walked into the house, I tried to steady my nerves and prepare myself for whatever might come next.

When I reached inside, I found the door unlocked and stepped inside. The lights were dim, and the room was silent. I called out Marco's name, but there was no answer. I began to make my way through the penthouse, calling out to him as I went.

Finally, I found him in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as I entered, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes - regret, perhaps, or maybe just exhaustion.

"Emily," he said, his voice low and rough. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I came to talk to you," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "About the job. I know you're pissed, but please try and understand. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it right."

Marco stood up and took a step towards me, his eyes locked on mine. "It's too late for that, Emily," he said, his voice soft. "You should have thought of that before you crossed me."

Before I could react, Marco's hands were on me, roughly pushing me up against the wall. I let out a cry of surprise as he pinned me there, his body pressed against mine.

"You think you can just waltz back in here and everything will be forgiven?" he growled, his breath hot on my face. "You're mine now, Emily. And I'm going to make you pay for what you've done."

I could feel the fear and anger building up inside of me, but as Marco's hands began to wander over my body, I couldn't deny the strange thrill that I felt.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. "I'm going to make you beg for it, Emily," he whispered. "I'm going to make you beg for my touch, my kiss, my cock. And when you do, I'll give you what you want."

With a flick of his wrist, Marco undid the buttons of my blouse, exposing my bra. He ran his fingers over the lace, teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching. I let out a moan of pleasure, unable to hold back any longer.

Marco's hands continued to explore my body, sliding down my skirt and pulling it down to my ankles. I stepped out of it, my legs trembling slightly as Marco's fingers traced a path up the inside of my thighs.

"Hm," I moaned, as Marco's hands continued climbing higher. 

He chuckled darkly, his fingers finding my wet pussy. “So you like that Emily?” 

He used his free hands to spank my ass and I jerked from the pain and pleasure. 

"Marco, I think we should stop" I begged. 

But that only seemed to have angered him. With a growl, Marco's fingers plunged inside my pussy, filling me up in a way I had never experienced before. He began to move his finger in and out, his thumb circling my clit as I moaned and writhed against him.

His finger went so slowly, that I wanted to scream out of pleasure,  then he inserted two extra fingers inside my pussy and thrust in and out faster.

I could feel the pleasure building up inside of me, my orgasm just out of reach. Marco's fingers continued to work their magic, his other hand gripping my hip tightly as he held me in place.

"Beg for it, Emily," he whispered in my ear. "Beg for your release."

"Please, Marco," I begged, my voice hoarse. "Please, Please, please, please." I had no idea what I was begging for, but I did anyway, because I didn't want him to stop. 

With a final thrust of his fingers, I came hard, my body shaking with pleasure as Marco held me close. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I knew that he was holding back, waiting for me to beg for more.

But I was too exhausted, too spent to do anything but collapse against him. Marco caught me, his arms wrapped around me as he carried me over to the bed.

"Sleep now, Emily," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle. 

As I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Marco's arms, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us.

But one thing was certain, I wanted to experience this again with Marco. There was no denying it.