“Are you okay?” he asks, cupping my face.
“Yeah, Marc. I’m fine,” I say with too much attitude. I backpedal immediately. He’s worried about me. I shouldn’t be mean to him for caring. “I’m sorry. That just scared me is all.”
“How much have you had to drink?” he asks.”
“Just the one drink,” I say honestly. “And I wasn’t flirting with anyone. Sable just didn’t hear what was being said.”
“So instead of just saying that you were a brat?” he asks. I try to pull away, but he tightens his grip on my face.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I can hardly hear myself over the bumping music.
“Turn around,” he says, taking a step back.
“Marc,” I frown. “We are in public.”
“Now, or I’ll make you turn around. If I have to make you, I’ll make sure you feel me for the rest of the week,” he growls at me. I sigh and turn around.
Marc pulls my dress up around my waist before ripping my thong off, making me gasp. He bends me at the waist and puts my hands on the safety railing.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, hoping he won’t cause me too much pain. He’s mad and I deserve it, but I’d still like to try to get out of it if I can.
Marc says nothing before slamming into me so hard that I cry out. It’s a good thing this club is loud, and no one is in here. He quickens his pace to a punishing speed as he fucks me. Despite the pain, the pleasure is just as overwhelming.
“Fuckfuckfuck. You’re too deep. Oh God. Too hard. Marc, please. Stop. Fuck, please stop,” I beg. Marc turns me around and picks me up so he can set my ass on the safety railing before thrusting back into me. He has my legs draped over his arms so when he covers my mouth with his hand, it forces my knees to my chest when he leans in and starts slamming into me harder and harder. It hurts, but it’s feels so fucking good to be punished by him.
I still beg and scream into his hand for him to stop. I don’t know if I actually want him to stop or not. I do know that I have no way of saying that safe word that he told me about. I think that was just a courtesy to say it, but he will still do whatever he wants to me.
The bathroom door opens, and Sable’s voice makes him slow down considerably and uncover my mouth. ”Raven, you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I choke out. “I’ll be there in a second.”
“Oh, okay. You wanna leave after this?” she asks as Marc is still fucking me.
“Please,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m getting tired anyway.”
“Okay. I’ll close the tab,” she says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay,” I say, trying not to moan.
“I don’t think I believe you,” she says. “Which stall are you in?”
“Sable, please,” I say, nearly crying from holding back this orgasm building in me. Marc has his face buried in my neck and when he bites my neck, a small moan slips out of me.
“Raven!” she gasps. “You’re fucking someone, aren’t you?
“Sable!” I say louder.
“Okay. I’ll go away. Is it consensual at least? I’ll cut his dick off if it’s not,” she says.
“Fuck… yes. Go. Please,” I whimper as he starts to fuck me harder.
“Okay, okay,” Sable laughs. When the door shuts, Marc kisses me hard and starts pounding into me. We are both desperate for release now and I cling to him as he pulls us both into an orgasm. I whimper a moan against his lips as he pumps me full of his come. When I finally relax, he pulls out of me and brings me to my feet.
I lean back against the wall, and he takes to cleaning me before pulling my dress back into place. “I’m sorry I made you mad,” I say quietly.
“You didn’t make me mad, Ravy,” he says before kissing me. “I shouldn’t have been so hard on you so soon. I am trying to remind myself that you are new to being a submissive.”
“First of all, you can absolutely be that hard on me,” I say, and he laughs. “Marc, hun... I promise I will speak up if you cross a line.”