51: Bad Teacher

Marco's POV 

Driving home with a fucking boner, all that went through my head were the wild positions to put Elara. 

I had been too lenient. Softened up to her fragility, and she took it for granted. Turned around and mocked me in the fucking face. 

She deserved good spanking, harder than that bitch. 

“Soon, man, soon.”

I moaned through gritted teeth and subtly massaged my hard cock with one hand, and the other on the wheel gripper. 

On arrival,Kaid was with the rest of the soldati, waiting for me as usual. Lately, I've been distant. If I needed to trail his fuckong movement, I needed him close, like a brother. 

I sneered and pulled the car to a halt. 

Turning off the engine, I tossed the key to Kaid, putting my plans in motion. 

He dove for it, surprise written on his face, then he masked it, and walked closer to park the car in the garage, while I went upstairs in silence. 

The mansion was quiet, awfully quiet. 

I blame myself.

If only I hadn't brought in the devil's magnet, and somehow, she thinks I was the cursed one. 

‘She's nothing but a fucking whore.’ 

I repeated nonstop in my head, resetting my fucked up mind to default mode. 

I'd hate to flop Madre's dying wish, but if it meant putting my head in the game and being that Marco they dreaded, I would take the risk. 

The room was empty. 

I walked in and shut the door, as it clicked simultaneously with the bathroom's. 

She was wet. 

I was about to make her drip. 

Slowly, I took calculated steps towards her, my eyes ran the fine length of her body, admiring how the wet thin fabric clung to her curves. 

“I'm sorry…”

In swift motion, I pinned her to the wall, my hands wrapped around her fragile neck, rough skin rubbed against her smooth one. 

She gulped, causing her throat to swell under my touch. 

I loved it… loved how she reacted to me… and obsessed with how no man would see this side of her… 

Loyal. Vulnerable. Submissive. 

My private whore. 

“Marco…”

“Master.” I stopped her from exercising whatever the fucking right she thought she had. 

“Tell me.” I started. 

Pushing my leg in between hers, I slightly parted her wet thighs. 

“Do you enjoy being disobedient?” 

She trembled with each breath, her eyes on mine. 

“Do you enjoy driving me wild and labeling me a beast?”

“Marco…”

Smack!

The spot on her thigh that I slapped, stung bitterly, leaving a pink mark of my fingers. 

“Say it.”

She shut her eyes, fighting the urge to. 

I loved the dare.

My clutch to her neck tightened like a vice, and she gasped for air.

“Ma- Master.” She stammered. 

“Good girl.” 

When she tried to free herself, I slapped her hands off, causing them to recklessly tremble by her body. My body. 

“Now, answer the damn question.” 

My hand fell on her knee, circling her sensitive spot. 

She sucked in air and shook her head. “No…”

Teaching her obedience, I clamped her soft skin between my fingers and squeezed. 

She winced in pain. “No, master.”

“Such a good girl.” 

Freeing her skin, I circled around the spot, teasing the area, stroking gently to numb the pain. 

Trailing further, I slipped beneath her garment, up the length of her thighs, and in between. 

She stiffened, clasping my hand in a loose trap. 

Smack!

She jerked, parting her legs wide to admit me. Giving me all the chance I needed to penetrate. 

“Then why do you make me suffer?” 

She gulped again and opened her mouth, but released a rough moan when my hand brushed her pussy. 

In luck, she was naked. 

“Answer me.” 

“I…”

Tormenting her, I brushed her pussy again, and teased her clit with my thumb. 

“Oh… fuck.” She cried instead. 

Smack!

“Fuck!” She cried when it landed on her pussy, driving her wild and insane. 

She squirmed, trembling forward like an electrocuted mouse. 

“I'm waiting.” I mocked her, dragging my words in enjoyment. 

“It's…” I slipped in a finger. “Master…” She whimpered, fighting for air. “I'm…”

In and out, I fucked her. 

The soft slippery sound of my finger in her wet pussy turned me on, messed with my mind. 

“Oh, lord.” She threw her head backward and groaned. 

Thrusting the second, her muscles tightened, with her pussy grasping around my fingers as I fucked it. 

“Such a slutty pussy.” I moaned and pulled out. 

She sighed, shaking in my grip. 

“Open your mouth.” 

In obedience, she opened her mouth, and wiped her precum from my fingers, licking around each one till I was satisfied. 

“Come here.”

Twirling her in my grip, I slammed her ass to my body, with my erection pressing against the small of her back. 

My hand still possessive on her throat, I tilted her chin backward and claimed her lips in bolts of rough kisses. 

She sucked me in, opened her mouth, and let me possess her fully, taste every inch of her, licked the tinge of her precum. 

She winced when I nibbled on her soft lips, tasting the streak of blood that flowed out. 

“Fucking whore.”

I flipped her to face me and tossed her on the bed. 

Elara landed like paper, back on the bed, legs in the air. 

“Stay.” I commanded, stopping her from making any silly move. 

I was in control. She needed to know that. 

Holding each of her legs, I opened her wide. Her garment settled on her hip, revealing her pink pussy slimy with precum. The areas around her thick lips had strokes of my fingers. 

“You'll feel every moment of torture I felt.” 

I swept down her thighs till my hands met in the middle, the focus of my wildness. 

Picking up from where I left off, I shoved in two fingers, then three, and four, not giving her a moment to recover. 

“Uh… please…”

She pinned her toes on the bed, knees drawn forward, belly shot upward, as she tried to evenly distribute the painful pleasure. 

Fucking her roughly, harder by the second, my last finger slipped in, until my whole fist was in her. 

“Mar… Master!” 

She forced her memory to remember and cried in exciting torment. 

Pounding in and out of her, I fist fucked her, circling every corner and finding her pleasure spot. 

I knew her well enough to stress so hard. 

Responding to my signal, she jerked like a fish drawn out of water, and squirmed, rocking my fist, going crazy from the torment. 

Her hands dug in her hair as she pulled, she was going wild. 

Good. 

Without mercy, I fucked her. My free hand pressed flat on her stomach, pulled down towards her pelvic and getting good angle to fuck her tight pussy. 

“Please… Ahhhh…” 

She moaned and sighed, not sure how to take all of it. 

Teasing her, I flicked her clit, then pinched the aroused organ. 

“Fuck me! Please…”

Hitting climax, she shuddered, ready to burst with a good release, then I cut off her source, freeing her clit and pulling out, my fingers soaked with her pussy juice. 

“Marco…” she shot upward and grabbed my hand, her legs pressed together. “I'm sorry… Please, fuck me.”

Instead, I licked her fluid that dripped on my hand, down to my wrist. 

“Hmmm… always so delicious.” I licked my lips and brought my hand closer for her to do same. 

Shameless, she drank off her juice, needing a good reward. 

I pushed her back and she immediately opened up, wider for me to finish off and grant her peace. 

Watching each stroke of my finger on her once pink cunt, I counted the marks on it. 

Dashing her hope, I pulled back. “Don't you think of touching yourself, because I'll find out.”

Leaving her to sulk, and wriggle, and clasp her thighs to put pressure on her clit, I walked out of the room and to the study. 

There was a box of disposable napkins. I rooted out one and wiped my fist clean. It left the scent of lemon on me. 

Waiting in satisfaction, I dialed Kaid. 

“Come up to the study.” 

Next would be Ramson. 

In no time, I heard footsteps on the corridor, as it grew louder. It was Kaid. 

A knock followed, sealing my guess. 

“Come in.” 

He obeyed and shut the door gently. 

Having him around would help for easy monitoring, and sending him on errands would distract him from conniving if he was. 

“Matthew Clarkson,” I flicked my lighter and lot my cigar. 

In deadly silence, I dragged on the thick brown Cuban and puffed, polluting the old study. 

“A realtor. Dwarf, with receding hairline.” I scoffed. “I need everything about the bastard.” 

He nodded. “Yes, don.”

“Now.” I added, anger seeped out of my tone. “I have a message for him.”