Looking up at him, Lily softly said. “You can spank me even when I’m not bad.”

Lily’s words had Marc hustling her into the apartment in record time. “Woman, do not say things like that when we are standing out on your front porch.”

“When should I say them?” Lily licked her lips, bringing a groan to Marc’s throat.

“When you’re naked in the bedroom and bent over with your ass in the air.” Marc helped her out of her coat and threw his own down beside hers. Lily gasped with surprise as he swept her up in his arms and strode purposely into the bedroom. Dropping her into the middle of the bed, Marc sat in the brocade chair next the bed.

“Marc says, Lily needs to strip.”

Chuckling, Lily scooted to the edge of the bed. “Just jumping into tonight. Didn’t the office quickie tide you over a bit?”

Marc unbuttoned his pants and slid his hands slowly inside, watching the way Lily’s humor evaporated quickly, as her eyes zeroed in on him.

“Do I need to repeat my command?”

Standing up shakily, Lily shook her head. “No.”

“Good. I hate repeating myself Lily, but I promise you, that you’d hate it even more. One way or the other, I will come tonight. It would be a pity, if I was the only one.”

Lily’s eyes widened for a moment before narrowing. Marc wanted to laugh as he pulled his hands out of his pants. If looks could kill she would be calling nine-one-one right now.

“Maybe I should shower first.” Lily voice was muffled as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, but Marc understood her.

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t have time to shower since this afternoon.”

“ And.” he asked amused.

“Well … I’m probably a bit … tart.”

“Tart. You mean you smell like us.”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re definitely not showering.” Marc said, sitting up a bit in the chair.

Lily threw him another glaring look before slipping out of the rest of her clothes. She stood at the edge of the bed, looking at him expectantly, awaiting his next command. She never looked more beautiful.

“Get up on the bed and kneel in the middle. Marc says.” As he spoke, Marc reached down and grabbed the bag he brought in with him. He had ordered a few items online and they had been delivered today.

Lily knelt in the middle of the bed, sitting back on her heels. Stepping around behind her Marc gently pulled her hair to the side and kissed her neck softly. Lily shivered at his touch and Marc could see her nipples beading.

Pulling a blindfold out of the bag Marc slipped it over Lily’s head and tied it on. “Can you see anything?” Lily shook her head silently.

“Good, I just want you to feel tonight.”

“This feels a bit … scary,” she whispered, as her fingers nervously fluttered down by her side.

Leaning forward, Marc took her hands in hers. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Especially from me. I would never hurt you.”

“I know.”

“I may push you tonight baby, but just remember, you can always use your safe word.”

“I won’t.” she admonished arrogantly.

Chuckling, Marc brushed her hair off of her shoulder, and placed a gentle kiss there. “But you can, and that’s the point.”

Marc stood up, and moved away from the bed. “Lily I’m going to ask you a series of questions and I want you to be honest with me, Marc says.”

“Okay.”

“Besides scared, how are you feeling?”

“Nervous, excited … aroused.”

God he hoped so, because he sure was. Marc began to undress as he pressed on. “Have you ever had anal sex?”

Lily’s expression, blind folded and all, was amusing. Frowning, she acted as if he’d asked her if she’d ever intentionally run over a dog. “No.”

“Not exactly on your list of things to do, huh?” he asked with a grin.

“I’m not opposed to it, but I’ve never given it much thought.”

“Why?” Wearing only his boxers, Marc walked back to the bed. “Is it a thing good girls don’t do?”

“As opposed to allowing their pseudo boyfriend to tie them up in his office and have his wicked way with them?” she chided, with a smile of her own.

“That almost sounds like a smart ass remark. You wouldn’t be trying to get a punishment from me now would you?”

Lily smiled before answering. “Not deliberately.”

“I’ll take that under consideration. Next question, have you ever masturbated in front of someone before?”

“Ah, no.” Although Lily had been gamely kneeling the entire time Marc was talking her body slowly seemed to begin to wilt. He decided to give her a break.

“Marc says to lie down on the bed, face up.” Lily sighed with relief as she sank into the softness of the bedding before rolling over as he had instructed.

“I want your fingertips touching the wall at all times. All times, Lily. Marc Says.” Watching her comply, Marc felt his organ begin to swell beneath his boxers. Lily was sexy and sweet, and she took orders like a solder. “If you move your hands even for a second, I will take that to mean you don’t want to play anymore. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” her words were a mere whisper in the quiet room, but they came out clear as a bell.

“Pull you legs up until your feet are flat on the bed and your legs are spread.” Lily hesitated for a moment before obeying, offering herself for his viewing pleasure.

“How do you feel now?” Marc asked, opening the bag and pulling out the single white feather.

“Exposed.”

“Do you feel any less aroused?”

“No.”

“Excellent.” Lily jerked as Marc trailed the white feather along one foot, dipping into her instep before stroking around her ankle and up her leg. Snaking the feather over her knee Marc drew intricate designs along her thigh, moving ever closer to the junction between her legs before skipping across and painting her other thigh with the feather tip.

“That tickles.”

“Take it,” he ordered, continuing with his exploration of her body. Trailing the feather over the curve of her belly he dipped the tip in her navel before sweeping it up to her chest. Whirling over each breast, Marc studiously avoided her berry red nipples.

“What are you feeling?”

“Frustrated,” she grumbled as she pushed her body into the bed, as if trying to escape his teasing torture.

“Ah, poor baby.” Marc slipped the feather down to her mound, lightly brushing back and forth, teasing her clit with every stroke.

“Marc …”

“Yes Goldie?”

“Please …”

“Yes you do. You please me very much.” Running the feather down to her slick opening, Marc brought the now damp feather back to her clit. “See how much I please you as well?”

“You’re killing me!”

“What, is it too soft?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then,” he tossed the feather down on to the bed. “Let’s try something a bit rougher.”