Chapter 2
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2
Present
“Were you talking back to me?” he asked into her ear, nipping her earlobe.
Chyna melted. She would do anything for a domineering guy. It was so her type.
“Yes,” she whispered into his chest. She loved that he towered over her, even when she wore heels.
“That’s what I thought. You never learn your lesson. I almost think you like it,” he said, his hand fisting softly into her hair. “Do you like it?”
She was having trouble remembering what she was supposed to say as her body pressed up against him. “Yes.”
“You enjoy infuriating me?” he questioned, pulling harder on her hair.
“Oh no! No, Marco. That’s not what I meant.” She nearly groaned. He was so f*****g sexy.
“Bend over the desk,” he told her.
“Marco,” she murmured shaking her head. We have no time for this.
“Bend over the f*****g desk,” he repeated slowly.
“The Ball—”
“Do you want me to force you?”
Did she ever!
Chyna couldn’t hold the smirk back, and it set him off like it always did. His left hand tightened in her hair, and he used that as leverage to grab her hip with his right hand, turning her around to bend her face first into the desk. Her breathing was heavy, and her lower half was pulsing. She felt the walls of her s*x tightening in anticipation.
He released her hair and ran his hands down her sides, across her taut ass, and between her inner thighs. His touch was intoxicating as his hands splayed her legs farther and farther apart. She thought about reminding him how little time they really had, but she wanted nothing but his hands on her at the moment.
“Don’t worry,” Marco spoke softly as he returned to a standing position. “I won’t leave marks, not when you’ll be wearing that costume.“
She could hear the need in his voice, and she was sure he could feel her body revving up at his touch. She wanted to ask to feel him, even if only through her jeans, but he wouldn’t want her to just yet. Later, he’d make her beg. He’d make her want to beg.
The first blow was always the worst. He didn’t like to warm her up to it, and he never told her when it was coming. The smack across her ass wasn’t the hardest she had ever received, but she still released a small yelp as her body went forward onto the desk. Marco was already making it better, rubbing the site of his hand mark, easing her discomfort. She would be feeling that one later.
The second and third came together nearly equal in force to the first, and they were just as unexpected. She clenched her jaw to keep from yelling out again.
That hurt like a b***h, but she was so turned on.
He was attentive to her pain, rubbing the area again, while his right hand traveled between her legs. She moaned at the blending of pleasure and pain from his experienced touch.
He slapped her ass again, harder than before. She whimpered, never knowing if she wanted him to stop or continue.
“You’re my little star.”
She nodded her head. She was seeing stars.
“Just the way I f*****g like her—that nice piece of ass high in the air and p***y screaming my name,” he said, stroking her more demandingly before landing another blow. “Star?”
“Uh huh?” she all but moaned in anticipation as his hand came down another time. God, yes!
“You were a bad girl. You like me f*****g punishing you? Do you like this?” he asked, his hand coming down hard and quick.
Chyna wondered if it really would leave a mark, but at this point, she couldn’t care less. She had other things on her mind.
His hand fisted in her hair, tugging on it hard enough to pull her head back, her back arching. He teased her, smacked her lightly, as he pressed against her just like she had wanted. She felt his erection against her ass, and she gyrated her hips.
“You like when I show you how bad you are?”
She responded by grinding her ass harder against him.
“Star?” he cooed, slapping her ass until she stopped moving. “You clearly like me punishing you. Do you like being punished or teased?”
She bit her lip hard and waited for the s******g she knew she deserved when she didn’t answer. It was an exhilarating feeling, knowing how much he was enjoying himself while he aroused her growing c****x.
Marco’s hand returned to play between her legs, and she gasped as her head was released back to the desk. Another smack hit her ass hard. “Answer me. Do you like to be punished or teased?”
“Both,” she managed to get out. God, he did things to her that were unbelievable. Her body was on fire. She would have pleaded for release if he would give it to her.
“That’s right. You like both, and I like both,” he said, rubbing her ass between both of his hands. He moved them to her hips and forced her back against his d**k.
“Please,” she sputtered out, losing control and begging.
He ran himself up and down the crease of her jeans and across her covered opening. “I love to hear you beg. You want me to f**k you?”
“God, yes, please! Marco,” Chyna moaned, “f**k me.”
“I’m not sure you want me enough,” he said, pressing harder and hitting her ass again.
“Marco, please, make me come. Please, God!” she cried as he massaged the area.
He sighed, almost resigned to giving her what she wanted, as he knelt behind her. He trailed kisses across her butt and down between her legs. Breathing hot between her legs, he made her tremble with desire, and she fought desperately to not take control of the situation. Slowly, painfully slow, Marco backed away from Chyna, who was still lying out across the desk. A shiver ran up her spine from his absence. He landed one more blow before walking away.
“See how good you’re being. I wish I could finish you. I f*****g want you on this desk, but I have a show to run,” he said in a low guttural tone. “Now, don’t move that tight ass until I leave. I like to see it up in the air. However, you do need to get dressed. I’d prefer you wear nothing and show off your real beauty, but there’s something to be said for a little mystery. Don’t you think, my gorgeous star?”
She whimpered. “Yes.”
“You better not get yourself off when I leave.” Leaning down over her from the other side of the desk, he growled into her ear, “I’m coming for you after the show.”
Chyna waited a few seconds after the door clicked shut before righting herself.
The bastard! Leaving her there all alone and desperate for an o****m. She wanted to go find the first guy she could and f**k him senseless, just for payback. No one left her wanting. No one!
She made it halfway across the room before she changed her mind. Yes, she wanted to kill him, but now wasn’t the time. As much as she wanted to forget her obligations, she was still the centerpiece of the Glam Ball. If she ever wanted to keep modeling, she needed the Ball, and she needed Marco. She turned around angrily and stomped back to the big f*****g desk. What a big f*****g asshole!
Chyna opened her clutch and fished out her cell phone while she waited for help. No way could she get into that outfit alone.
“Chyna?” Lexi asked, yawning into the phone. “What time is it over there?”
“Hey, chica.” Chyna breathed. See, she’s a good friend. “Not sure, like ten or eleven.”
“Jesus.” She yawned again. “And, you’re not drunk?” Lexi giggled.
“Bitch.”
“You love me.”
“I miss you.”
“I won’t miss seven-thirty wake-up calls,” Lexi said, yawning again.
“Sorry.”
“When do you come home? I need your ass in New York.”
At the mention of her ass, Chyna cringed and rubbed her sore backside. “Not sure on that either. Soon? Wait!” she cried. “What are you doing in New York? I thought you moved in with Ramsey.”
“Uh…” Lexi hesitated.
Oh f**k! What had she missed?
“I moved back. We broke up,” she explained.
“What?” Chyna asked in a shrill tone. See what happened when she didn’t call for a week. “Why the f**k did you break up? You were cookie-cutter perfect a week ago.”
“Um…well, my dad had a heart attack, and I found out that Ramsey is a compulsive liar.”
“Oh God, is your dad okay? Are you okay?” Chyna asked quickly.
“Yeah, my dad’s fine. I don’t know if I am though. Ramsey dated Parker. They almost got married in college, Chyna.”
“Hold up. Let’s back this s**t up. I thought he’d never had a girlfriend.”
“Me too.”
“Bastard!” Chyna was using the word a lot lately.
“Also, he got me the job in Atlanta and never told me he pulled strings. I don’t know, C. Just seems pretty f****d-up when Jack is the one comforting me.”
Chyna groaned. Did she say she understood that obsession? “At least you have one constant,” she replied sarcastically.
Lexi laughed at the statement. “He’s getting married, Chyna. He’s not my constant anymore.”
“Uh huh. Don’t sound so sad about it.”
“Oh, shut up. It’s Jack.”
“Don’t I know it?”
“Anyway,” Lexi drawled out, “how is Milan? Anything new?”
Besides her aching backside? “I’m about to change into my outfit for Glam Ball. It starts in an hour or so,” Chyna told her.
“Are you still the focus or whatever? That’s a pretty killer opportunity.”
“Yeah. I am.”
“And…” Lexi prompted.
Damn, she knew her too well.
“There’s this fashion designer—“
Lexi immediately started laughing. “Of course there is.”
“Whatever, chica. I don’t know what to do about him.” Chyna hated admitting it. As furious as she was with Marco, she wasn’t sure she actually wanted to give up whatever they had.
“Give him up and come home.” Chyna wished it was that easy. “New York is where you’re meant to be. You own New York City,” Lexi reminded her. “I didn’t think any guy would change that.”
“It’s not that he’s changing that.” Man, it was weird for Alexa to be the one giving advice. “He’s just a complication.”
“Speaking of complicated—” Lexi began.
“What else have you gotten yourself into?”
“Not me! I’m talking about your complicated. I’ve been hanging out with Adam lately…”
The sentence hung in the silence. Chyna tried to push Adam out of her brain. She didn’t need to think about him. They had made the right choice in breaking it off before she left. She wasn’t a good girlfriend in New York, so she would be a terrible one halfway across the world. Why was she even still thinking about Adam?
She couldn’t help it though. “How is he doing?”
“He’s all right, C. We’ve been an interesting pair this past week—two heart-torn lovers and all,” she said with a giggle. Chyna couldn’t miss it, not from Alexa.
“Sorry I couldn’t be there. I’d totally watch you veg on pot after pot of black coffee and gallons of double chocolate, chocolate chip ice cream.”
“While you ate carrots and complained about being fat?”
“Only when I am fat,” she told her, knowing full well that she was far from fat.
“Miss you, C,” Lexi said softly. “I miss my no-nonsense best friend.”
Was that her? Then, why did she take nonsense from every guy she actually thought she wanted?
A knock on the door brought her back to reality. Tonight was Glam. “I miss you, too, Alexa. I’ll be home before you know it, and I’ll let you drag me to Serendipity despite the calories. But, right now, I have a show to put on.”
- Writer
