SWNOVELS Marcus: Chapter 14
After Marcus left, I decided to get out of the house for a little while myself.
And when I’m riding down highway 501 and see the huge billboard advertising the Toy Box, a fun place for adults only, it’s the first place I decide to stop.
While I doubt lingerie will last long around Marcus before he tears it up, he might like to see me in a few different pairs of panties before he rips them off of me. Besides, I’ll need at least a few new pairs to hold me over until the weekend when my mom brings my clothes.
Removing my wallet from my locked saddle bag, I head inside.
The clothing section is in the front, so I pick out a few thongs then walk around, browsing. When I make it to the backroom in the corner, I have another bout of inspiration.
There’s an entire wall dedicated to devices that can be used for spanking. I consider the whips for a moment but decide that Marcus would much rather have the long wooden paddle. For my sake, I grab the one that’s covered in black leather, figuring it will do the least amount of damage to my backside.
There’s no one else in the store right now while most people are working, so I take my purchases right up to the counter for the young blond woman behind it to ring up.
“Find everything you were looking for today?” she asks pleasantly.
“I think so.”
She scans the tags on the panties first that were on top of the paddle and puts them into a bag.
Picking up the paddle, she scans it and then looks up and says, “I take it your lover is into spanking?”
“Yes, he is,” I answer with only a hint of a blush warming my cheeks.
“To each their own,” she replies as she bags the item. “I just never understood why a man would get off on hurting women.”
“He doesn’t,” I say without thinking about it, not sure why I was so quick to defend Marcus. It’s just, I saw how guilty he felt afterward, and I don’t think he likes seeing me hurt from the marks his belt left behind on my ass.
“Then why does your man like doing it if he’s not a sadist?” the clerk questions me.
I think back to when he was roughly jerking my leather pants down so he could hit me with his belt. Why did he do that since he barely knew me?
“He was trying to scare me away,” I mutter, mostly to myself, but it also answers her question. “He thought if he hurt me, I would leave.”
“But you didn’t?”
“No.”
“Because you…like him hurting you?” she asks.
“No, I like that he liked it.”
She raises an eyebrow skeptically. “So, you suffer to make him happy?”
“I think I like it too, more than I expected. And I know he’ll love his gift, which means he’ll be more likely to give me what I want.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“A chance to prospect for the Savage Kings MC.”
She actually laughs at that before she notices I’m not laughing. “You’re serious? But they’re the Savage Kings, not queens.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that,” I reply with a roll of my eyes. “Could you just give me my total?”
“Sure thing. It’ll be $72.19.”
I pull out my card and hand it to her, ready to get out of here before she tries and gives me anymore of her shitty opinions.
“Would you like your receipt in the bag?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I answer. Then an idea hits me. “Actually, could you put the paddle in a gift bag for him?” I ask.
“Of course,” she says with a tight smile.
So what if she doesn’t approve. It’s my ass, and I’ll let Marcus do whatever he wants to it.
I just hope that he’ll be willing to wait a few days to let the belt marks heal before using it on me.
Marcus
I’m already so pussy-whipped that I couldn’t stay away from the woman for much more than an hour.
I guess I’m starting to understand what happened to the other Kings, why the toughest men I know were so quick to bend over backwards for their ol’ ladies as soon as they slept with them.
Some women apparently have that effect on men.
And Teagan is one of them for me apparently.
The fact that she’s made me this obsessed over her makes me want to add more marks to her ass. Maybe I’ll do just that but with my palm instead of the belt when I get home.
Except, when I pull up in the garage, Teagan’s bike is nowhere to be found.
My heart climbs up into my throat as I hurry inside, although I have no idea why. If her bike is gone, then she must not be here. I seriously doubt someone just came along and stole it from my yard in the hour or so I was gone.
Once I’m inside, I find that my bed has been made, the house is tidy, and there is no sign of Teagan. Her clothes are gone, and there’s no fucking note telling me where she went or if she’ll even come back.
I try to remember our last conversation before I left. Did I say or do something to piss her off?
We fucked, and I agreed to let her stay when she offered to let me do whatever I want to her whenever I want it.
Did she realize how much control she would be giving to me and decide it was too much? Did she think she wouldn’t be able to handle me causing her any more pain?
Fuck, if that’s the case, then she should’ve just told me! It’s not like I would leave marks on her without her permission. In fact, that’s the best part about it – that she seemed to like me spanking her ass almost as much as I do.
Unless it was all an act, and now she’s gone to the police to tell them I hurt her against her will.
Or even worse, what if she fucking robbed me?
I open the closet in my bedroom and find my safe in the floor still locked up tight. Putting in the code, I open the door to check inside, and all my cash and guns are still there, just like I knew they would be.
I’m not even sure what I was thinking. Teagan’s not a thief. At least, I don’t think she is. No, she just up and left.
I don’t even have her number to call her. All the paperwork from the prospects, including the one with her phone number on it is at the clubhouse.
But Leo is there. Maybe I could ask him to go find it when Roman leaves.
I could just call Roman directly, but I don’t want to hear any shit from him. He’ll figure out I’m screwing around with Teagan and then give me hell for it.
I pull out my phone to call Leo just as I hear the sound of a motorcycle roaring down the road, getting closer.
By the time I open the front door, Teagan is killing the engine and climbing off her bike.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I yell at her.
She looks up and sees me in the doorway but doesn’t respond as she unlocks her saddle bag and pulls a plastic bag and a long, blue, slender smushed gift bag from it before locking it up again. She said that’s where she keeps her gun. I bet she has her wallet and phone in there too.
“Are you going to answer me?” I ask as she starts toward the porch.
“I went shopping. Isn’t that what you suggested I do the first day we met? Anyway, I bought you something, but you have to calm down and stop being a dick if you want it,” she replies when she comes up the steps and stops right in front of me.
I want to throw her over my shoulder, take her to my bedroom, and tie her to my bed to make sure she never leaves again without telling me where and why.
But the reasonable man in my head knows he has to veto my inner caveman’s urges unless I want Teagan to hate me.
“Fine,” I grit out. “I’m calm and will try not to be a dick.”
“Good,” she says with a smile as she holds the gift bag out to me.
Curious to know what she would have bought me since she barely knows me, I take the bag. It’s heavier than I expected.
Teagan walks past me through the still open front door, going inside the house with her plastic bag and I follow her, locking up behind us even though that will only keep others out, not her in if she decides she wants to leave again.
Still standing in the entry way, I open the bag and look down inside. There’s white tissue paper that I have to pull out first to get to the gift.
And when I see it… holy shit. What a gift it is.
I drop the bag to the floor so I can slap the long leather paddle against my other palm, imagining it’s Teagan’s pretty white ass instead.
Fuck, that’s hot.