Marie Harte - Working Out

Excitement spiraled through her, and she had to remind herself not to look like a kid at Christmas. As he stood there glaring at her, like a Greek god under the spray of water, she averted her gaze and continued to wash him. She loved touching him, and the soap made his skin feel silky, so that running her hands over his arms and chest and belly was like stroking pure pleasure.

“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” Mac rasped as she massaged his cock and balls. He was hard, and she got off making him so aroused.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You like getting me worked up, don’t you?” He gripped her by the throat, and she moaned.

“Yes, Sir. You’re so sexy.”

“Hmm.”

He stared at her while she masturbated him. His balls had grown hard, his nipples tight, and she knew it was a short matter of time before he came.

He shoved her against the wall of the shower. Mac used firmness to show his mastery, but he’d never hurt her. That balance of power thrilled her to no end. Next to her, he seemed so big. Massive and powerful, and he wouldn’t let her get away with anything.

“You’re shaking.” Mac sneered at her. “Turn around.”

She reluctantly let him go, then gasped as he bent her over and shoved hard into her pussy.

“Bad girl, getting your master all worked up.” He fucked her hard from behind, and his excitement intensified her own. “But you don’t get to come. Not yet.” He pounded a few more times before swearing as he came. “Fuck. Shit, that’s it. Yeah.” He pulled out, turned her around, and pushed her to her knees. “Lick me clean.”

She tasted more water than herself around him as she serviced him, but it was the thought of being on her knees, of having to bow to his command, that gave her true pleasure. That and he’d come inside her again. Maggie loved when he did that, when he shared that physical part of himself. If she weren’t on birth control, she had a feeling they’d have made a baby. The thought of carrying his child simultaneously delighted and scared her. She was falling hard for Mac with no way out. She didn’t know if it was healthy, but she didn’t want to stop her rollercoaster of emotions.

“Tsk tsk.” He gripped her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. “Not paying attention to task. More punishment. I swear, it’s like you’re begging for another spanking.”

Maggie moaned.

He laughed. “Man, you’re just full of surprises. How about dirty talk? You want me to call you a whore? Want me to put you down and fuck you like the dirty slut you are?” he asked, his voice thick, and kissed her hard.

“Yes, Sir.” With anyone else, she wouldn’t have had the courage to ask. No one else had ever offered to fulfill her naughty fantasies. Her need to be bossed around, owned, even denigrated to an extent. Shelby would stare at her in horror if she knew what Maggie desired.

“It’s okay, little sub,” Mac whispered. “I know what you feel. Is it wrong if I get off calling you a whore while I fuck you? If I like half choking you while I take you?” He stroked her throat instead of holding her. “I like the fantasy. But you need to know I’d never truly hurt or rape you, Maggie. And I for sure don’t think you’re a slut.” He snorted. “It was damn hard getting into your pants in the first place.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “I just don’t want you to think I’m a pervert or freak or anything.”

“Maggie.” He kissed her hard and gripped her throat again. “With me, you’re safe. I’m your master. Say it.”

“You’re my master.”

He shook his head, and with the water washing down his face, his lashes glistening, his eyes bright and clear and so dear to her, he buried himself in her heart. “Say it like you mean it, little sub. Show Master how much he means to you.”

He met her gaze, and as he stared at her, something in his expression seemed to give.

“Show me, baby,” he whispered.

She kissed him, so softly it was a whisper of breath between them. And then she continued, caressing him with her mouth, all over his body.

Until he was moaning her name, praising his little sub, and holding her tight as he came and all through the night.

Maggie didn’t know how it had happened, but somehow, she found every minute of every day accounted for until Christmas. Mimi and Ron, Shelby, and even Shane dominated her free time. Kim had been ecstatic with the rest of her pieces, so at least Maggie had her deadlines covered. But honestly, her friends had become needy for attention lately.

Her time at the gym passed the way it normally did. She and Mac sniped at each other. She felt him watching when she wasn’t looking, but no one commented on anything between them. She made sure to treat him the way she always did, with irreverence and an attitude just shy of disrespect. He was the boss, but it didn’t help to pander to his ego. She’d seen the many presents he’d received from an assortment of women.

She’d secretly fumed about it, then been more than grateful to receive her own share of candy and flowers from male admirers. Mac hadn’t been too happy about that.

They’d spent the past two days apart, and as Christmas Eve dawned, she had her day planned around a morning outing with Shelby and her evening with Mimi and Ron. The actual party would take place at Shane’s house on Christmas.

It irked her that her contact to Mac had been limited to texts, but the man wasn’t good about answering calls, so she could only do so much. His texts amused her. He abbreviated everything, half of which she barely understood. But from the gist of what she’d read, his uncle, Shane, and Geo were annoying the hell out of him.

She couldn’t wait to show him her Christmas presents.

A knock on her door startled her, and she looked at the time. Nine o’clock. Shelby had arrived for their morning together. Maggie opened the door and nearly fell under the massive hug from her giant friend.

“Oomph.”

“Merry Christmas!” Shelby danced around, swinging Maggie like a ragdoll.

“Put me down, you freakish giant,” Maggie pleaded, laughing at her friend’s lunacy.

When Shelby did, Maggie saw a rock on her finger. She glanced at Shelby’s beaming face, then looked back at the ring. “That’s an engagement ring,” she said stupidly. “You got engaged.” She blinked, then laughed. “Oh my God. You got engaged.” She squealed with joy and hugged Shelby back. “Let me look. Oh wow! He must really love you. That’s a friggin’ rock.”

She and Shelby went out for breakfast to celebrate. Maggie peppered her friend with questions, but Shelby remained surprisingly tight-lipped, her interest in Maggie’s life a little strange.

“Seriously?” Maggie stared at her best bud over her coffee cup. The waiter brought their breakfasts then left, and Maggie continued. “You’re engaged to be married. You and Shane are actually moving in together, and you have nothing better to talk about than my love life?”

“Um, well, no. I just don’t want to be all about me.”

“Hey, loser, this is all about you. I’m not the one getting married.”

“Who are you calling a loser, cat lady?” Shelby’s smirk told Maggie to be cautious. “But then, you’re not the cat lady anymore, are you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Though Maggie and Mac had agreed to be discreet, it wasn’t as if she was embarrassed to be with him. But she didn’t know where their relationship might take them, and she didn’t want to be pitied when, not if, they broke up. For some reason, Shelby always acted like Maggie should be coddled after a breakup, which made Maggie feel bad. Sometimes relationships ended, and normally, without smothering empathy from her friend, she accepted the termination, half expecting it anyway.

“I can’t say for sure, but I get the feeling you’ve met someone. There’s a look in your eye I recognize. But it’s different. It’s like you’re glowing.” Shelby paused. “You’re not pregnant are you?”

Maggie choked on the coffee she’d been in the process of swallowing. “No, you idiot.” At least, she didn’t think so.

“Oh my God. You turned pale. You’re having sex.”

“Would you shut up?” Maggie blushed when several people near them looked at their table. “First of all, my life is private. Second, this is not the place to talk about stuff like that. You’re turning into your mother.”

“Okay, that was just mean.” Shelby had been dealing with a flamboyant but well meaning mother her entire life. She didn’t like being the center of attention any more than Maggie did. “Can’t I be happy for us?”

“No. Be happy for you. You’re engaged. I might have had a good night. But until I know if it will go anywhere, I’m keeping it private.” The disappointment on her friend’s face forced Maggie to confess, “I think I really like him. And I don’t want to see your pity when we break up, okay? So give me a few more days, maybe a week or two, to enjoy him. Then when he and I break off, we can share some ice cream and talk about how men suck.”

“Okay.” Like that, Shelby let it go.

It was too easy. “I mean it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Shelby held out her hand. “So let’s talk about my ring.”

“Let’s.”

They spent the rest of the morning laughing and walking around Queen Anne. Maggie liked how excited Shelby was about moving in with Shane. She’d been such a mess for so long that seeing her in love and happy about the engagement was like a balm to Maggie’s own hurts. If Shelby could find love with a decent guy, that meant Maggie had hope.

An immediate image of Mac came to mind. She smiled to herself, holding onto that closeness they’d shared. When he’d let her be herself, when he’d accepted the dirty, terrible desires she had and fed them, he’d given her more than a sexual rush, but a deep seated contentment, that maybe she wasn’t so bad a person for having weird desires. She wasn’t the only one who’d gotten off on the naughty talk, or the spanking, or the anal sex.

She hurried to rejoin Shelby by a chocolate store and wondered if Mac would like the other present she’d decided to give him. The sex he’d love, she had no doubt. But the other item had come straight from her heart. She just hoped he wouldn’t laugh at her. No, Mac wouldn’t laugh, but if he didn’t treasure it like she hoped, he’d hurt a part of herself she’d unconsciously given him.

Her time with Shelby passed swiftly. Shelby returned to Shane’s, breaking up his guy time with Mac, Geo and his father. Apparently the Collins family had decided to fly to Portland to spend the holiday with his mother’s relatives, leaving Shane to spend Christmas with Shelby and her family. Which includes me, Maggie thought, pleased.

And on that note… She checked her messages for any word from Trevor and frowned, finding none. She knew he had business to take care of, but a nice note to his sister wouldn’t have been too much to ask.

Due at Mimi’s in another hour, she refreshed her makeup and grabbed gifts for everyone. Then she drove over and parked behind several other vehicles. Mimi lived in a home in Queen Anne, not that far from Maggie’s. The large Victorian had a bohemian feel, which suited Mimi to a T. Done in bright colors, with detail on the carved shingles and trim painted to contrast the cornflower blue of the wooden paneling, the house clearly had the style of its owner.

Mimi answered the door in a flowing caftan that had been chic in the 80s. She pulled off the red and green, as she did all her clothes, with her accessories. Bangles clanged and shimmered as she embraced Maggie in a big hug. Mimi tugged her inside, where she saw Ron and Justin, his new boyfriend, sitting by the fire.

Like Shelby, Maggie wondered how Mimi would fare when Justin turned into a permanent fixture in Ron’s life. Mimi and Ron had been together for nearly thirty years, almost all of Shelby’s life. The pair were inseparable, but it looked as if Justin might the one man who could pry Ron away. Maggie liked him. The guy had a great job—he owned the architectural firm where Shane worked—a nice personality, and looks, which obviously suited Ron. All that, and Mimi hadn’t scared him away yet.

“Hey Maggie.” Ron stood and crossed the room to hug her. Justin did the same.

“You guys look great.” They wore matching grins. Such a handsome couple.

“Yes, isn’t it disgusting?” Mimi put a hand around Maggie’s shoulders. “That they look perfect paired together just makes it worse.”

“Too true, darling.” Ron winked.

Maggie chuckle and handed Mimi a large bag holding their gifts. “No opening these until tomorrow. And Justin, my gift to you is a massage from Shelby. Sorry, but she refused to give me the gift certificates when I asked.”