“Please be careful,” Marc says as he hugs Sable.
“We will, Dad,” she says. “Raven, I’ll be back in about thirty minutes.”
“Okay. I’ll be here,” I say. She turns and leaves the apartment. As soon as the door is shut, Marc grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bedroom. I giggle when he shuts and locks the door behind him, then pushes me on the bed.
“I think Sable is already onto us,” I say as he pulls my jean shorts and underwear off of me.
“Like I said, she’s not dumb. I’ll give her a week or two and she’ll have it figured out,” he says as he spreads my legs wide. “There are people here. You have to be silent. Okay?”
“I’ll try,” I say.
“Not a sound or I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he says before dipping his head and licking across my clit. I immediately slap my hand over my mouth as he slides his thick fingers inside of me. He curls them as he starts to fuck me with his hand, and I groan.
I try to hold my breath and keep quiet but when he starts to suck and nip at my clit, I lose the fight when I moan louder than intended, only muffled. I pull the pillow over my face as he goes harder and deeper. My thighs are shaking, and my back arches dramatically when suddenly the release of pressure forces my arousal to flood out of me. Marc drinks and laps at my core as I try to stop myself from moaning. The harder I try to be quiet the louder my moans get. He’s not letting up and it quickly forces another orgasm in which I yell out into the pillow as my hips rock against his mouth, causing a tugging sensation as he is latched onto my clit.
He finally pulls away from me and has a feral look in his eyes. He did warn me he would fuck my mouth if I made noise. I'm not surprised when he moves me to where my head is dangling off the side of the bed. I open my mouth and happily accept his cock. I gag slightly when he pushes his cock straight to the back of my throat. He doesn’t even hesitate to lean in slightly before he starts aggressively fucking my throat. Instinct, I push back onhis thighs, but he grabs my wrists and crosses them over my chest before thrusting harder.
“Fuck,” Marc moans. He moves one of my hands to my throat and I can feel every thrust. His moans are quiet and desperate but quickly turn into a growl whenever I moan. I don’t know why that was my reaction but something about the way he uses me as his little fuck doll is so goddamn erotic. I will let him do whatever he wants to me, and I don’t need anything in return. Feeling wanted by him is plenty enough.
Marc pushes his cock as deep as he can, and I can feel him pulsating in my throat as he makes me drink down every drop of his come.
“Jesus, Raven,” he pants as he pulls out of my mouth and sits me up. He wraps his arms around me, and I melt into his chest.
“I tried to be quiet. I’m sorry,” I say.
“It’s okay,” he says, kissing my head. “We both have a lot to learn.”
“Are you okay with me going out? Your daughter likes to dress me up like a slut,” I say as I pull away and stand up.
“Yeah. No drinking though. Okay?”
“We usually don’t drink much anyway,” I shrug. “I should get dressed before Sable comes back.”
“I’m going to go. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what will happen if I find out you were messing around with another man,” he warns as he grabs my hips and pulls me to stand between his legs.
“I know,” I smile.
“Good girl,” he praises and cups my cheek before kissing me softly.
“This place is so busy,” I say as Sable puts a drink in my hand. “Sable, I wasn’t going to drink.”
“Oh, come on. Just one,” she says with a pouty face, sticking her bottom lip out.
“Fine,” I sigh. I can’t say no to her. Plus, it’s one drink. Marc seems to have this attitude that he owns me. I understand that he is a very dominant man, but if I don’t take orders from my father, I’m not going take them from him. Although, thinking that makes me feel guilty. I want to please him, but I also have this urge to push back on him just to see his reaction.
Sable dressed me in a skintight black body con dress that hardly covers my ass. It shows off every curve and all of my cleavage. It is paired with four-inch black heels, and I look hot as fuck.
“Shit. Hold on,” she sighs and answers her phone. I turn back to the bar just as a man comes up to stand beside me.
“Hey there,” he says with a sweet smile.
“Uh. Hi,” I say politely.
“You here alone?” he asks.
“No. I came with my best friend,” I say.
“You wanna come with me next,” he asks seriously.