CHAPTER 3

Elena Voss stayed in the boathouse, lips still tingling from Marcus’s rough kiss, her soaked bikini clinging to her curves as he stood there staring at her flushed body with raw hunger.

Mia’s voice suddenly cut through the tension. “Elena! I’m back!”

Elena startled and hurried out with Marcus right behind her, his muscular frame tense. Mia rushed in with hugs and energy. “The flights were hell, but I’m here! Happy birthday weekend! You look hot in that bikini, Elena. Dad, did you keep my best friend entertained?”

Marcus ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, voice steady but strained. “We managed, Pool lessons and all.”

Elena smiled, cheeks burning. “Yeah, he tried teaching me how to swim, how was the flight, Mia?”

Mia grinned. “Exhausting but guess what? Some college friends are nearby and invited us on a day trip. We can leave in an hour and be back tonight. Come on, Elena, it’ll be fun!”

Marcus’s piercing blue eyes locked on Elena. “You should go with her. It’s Mia’s weekend, go enjoy the day trip.”

Elena’s rebellious side flared, she met his gaze boldly. “I’ll stay here, Mia. I’m tired from traveling and want to shoot some photos by the lake. You go have fun with our friends, tell me all about it later.”

Mia frowned. “You sure? It won’t be the same without you.”

“I’m sure,” Elena said, voice soft but firm. “Go celebrate your birthday properly, I’ll be fine here.”

Marcus’s sharp jaw clenched. “Elena, go with Mia.”

“No,” she replied, heart racing. “I’m staying.”

Mia shrugged after a pause. “Alright, if that’s what you want, I’ll be back by dinner. Love you both!” She hugged them quickly and left to change and head out.

The front door shut, The house fell silent.

Marcus turned to Elena, eyes dark with fury and lust. “My study, now!”

Elena followed the tall silver-fox, pulse pounding man, he locked the door behind them with a click.

“You refused on purpose,” he growled, stepping close enough that she felt his heat. “I told you to leave with her.”

Elena looked up at him, hazel eyes defiant. “I didn’t want to go, I wanted to stay here with you.”

He snapped.

Marcus grabbed a silk necktie from the back of his desk chair. “Wrists together now!”

Elena obeyed, breath shaky with excitement and nerves. He tied her wrists tightly in front of her, the silk biting into her skin. The stoic, commanding man looked dangerous now, muscles tight from years of boxing.

“Bend over the desk,” he ordered, voice rough.

She leaned forward, breasts pressing against the wood, wide hips pushed back invitingly. Marcus yanked her bikini bottoms down roughly, exposing her.

“Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he said, sliding two fingers inside her soaked pussy. He pushed them inside her without warning, deep and possessive. “This tight little pussy is aching for me, isn’t it?”

Elena moaned loudly, body jerking. “Yes… Marcus. I’ve been wet since the boathouse.”

He fingered her harder, curling his fingers, stretching her. “You stayed here to get fucked, didn’t you? Mia’s best friend bent over my desk like a dirty little slut.” His free hand came down hard on her ass in a sharp smack.

“Yes!” she gasped, pushing back on his fingers. “I couldn’t leave, I need you.”

Marcus added a third finger, pumping faster, the wet sounds filling the study. “Listen to how soaked you are, so fucking naughty. What if Mia comes back early and sees you like this? Tied up and fucking my fingers?”

Elena whimpered, thighs trembling. “I don’t care… Please don’t stop.”

He spanked her again, harder, turning her soft skin red. “You should care. But you don’t, do you? You like the risk.” He pulled his fingers out suddenly and shoved them into her mouth. “Taste yourself, suck them clean.”

She sucked eagerly, moaning around his fingers.

Marcus freed his thick cock from his swim shorts. “Open your mouth wide.”

Elena parted her lips. He gripped her wavy chestnut hair and thrust deep into her mouth, fucking her face with steady, possessive strokes. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl. 

Tears pricked her eyes from the depth, but she took him, tongue swirling, submissive and eager. He groaned deeply. “Good girl, Just like I imagined last night in the shower.”

After minutes of rough use, he pulled out, breathing ragged. He grabbed a small vibrator from his desk drawer, switched it on, and pressed it hard against her swollen clit.

“Oh god, Marcus!” Elena cried, hips bucking.

“You don’t cum until I allow it,” he commanded, voice low and dark. He pushed his fingers back into her pussy, fucking her with them while the vibrator buzzed mercilessly. “You’ll edge for hours, this is what you get for defying me.”

He brought her right to the edge, her pussy clenching around his fingers, then pulled the vibrator away, again and again. Elena begged, wrists bound, body shaking with need.

“Please, Marcus, I need to cum so bad, I … can’t take this anymore.”

“You’ll take everything I give you,” he growled, spanking her while fingering her deeper. “Tell me who owns this pussy right now.”

“It’s yours,” she sobbed with pleasure. “I’m yours daddy. Please let me cum.”

Marcus leaned over her curvy body, muscular chest against her back, still edging her ruthlessly, he kissed her neck roughly. “Mia could walk in any minute and see her best friend tied up, getting her pussy played with by her own father. What do you think she will do?”

Elena moaned louder, trembling on the brink once more, tears of frustration and lust in her eyes.

What would happen if Mia returned sooner than expected?