Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Kallypso Master's "How it Began" Tour Blog Stop 2
Stop 2 Talk about Marc’s issues and show scene with Melissa before he joins the Navy
Welcome to the second stop in Kallypso Master’s “How itBegan” two-day blog tour. Thanks for having me, Shhh, Mommy’s in the Bathroom.,.Reading.
If you’re just joining in, you can get a list of the tour stops in order at my Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell blog page. [on the words Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell,LINK TO: http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/p/books-by-kallypso-masters.html]
Now for the first excerpt in the “How it Began” tour, this is where readers first meet Marc (Marco) D’Alessio inMasters at Arms. He’s being haunted by Melissa, a woman one of my editors refers to as the QBU (Queen Bitch of the Universe). She’s done a number on Marc—and won’t be finished with him after this scene either.
This isn’t the way a Dom in control would conduct a scene, but as the layers of Marc are peeled away in this and later books, readers see therein lies some of the issues with him. None of my Doms are perfect. They’re human. So, please read this for what it is, a turning point in his life after which he makes some important decisions about the lack of direction in his life.
He drained his glass of pinot bianco and leaned over to set his wineglass on the oak coffee table. Standing, he walked over to the stereo to turn down Bocelli’s Por Amor. The lyrics made him uncomfortable tonight for some reason.
The living room of his Aspen apartment was done entirely in earth tones, reminding him of his childhood home in Lombardy. The place usually provided some calm for him after the stresses of trying to run the family business.
So not working tonight.
Another knock. With reluctance, he crossed the living room to open the front door. On the welcome mat knelt a voluptuous Italian woman he recognized immediately, even though her head was bowed.
Ah, shit. Not again.
“I’ve been very bad, Master Marco.”
Melissa raised her head to look at him and smiled. She wore a very low-cut blouse, her breasts spilling from the gaping vee. Two years ago, he’d have dragged her inside, stripped her, and had her ass reddened within ten minutes.
That was before he’d found her in bed with his brother, Gino.
“Look Melissa, I’m tired, I don’t appreciate your topping from the bottom. Besides, I thought we were finished playing these games.”
She sat back on her heels, straightening her back. A look of sheer desperation crossed her face before she controlled it and reached up to place her hands on the sides of his hips. He didn’thelp her stand, but perhaps if he had, she wouldn’t have been able to rub her breasts across his crotch and chest as she pulled herself to her feet.
Melissa teetered and grabbed his arms for support. Had she been drinking? Not nearly as much as he’d have to drink before wanting to have anything more to do with her.
The woman who had nearly become his fiancée wrapped her arms behind his neck and pulled his face toward hers. “Please, Marco. I need you. No one can satisfy me the way you can.”
He doubted she’d waited around celibately over the last eighteen months for him to satisfy her again. What the hell did she want? He reached up to separate her interlocked hands and took a step away from her. Big mistake. She stepped into the apartment to follow him.
“Melissa, we’re through. We were through six months before what happened after Gino’s funeral. That was a big mistake.”
Tears filled her brown eyes. She’d always been able to cry at a moment’s notice. Her well-manicured hand splayed across his chest. “Marco, we need each other. Gino would have wanted us to be together to comfort each other.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” Gino didn’t share. What was his,was his. And Gino had made it abundantly clear that Melissa was his before he left for Afghanistan. Of course, after their betrayal, Marc had wanted nothing to do with either of them.
She closed her eyes, then gazed up at him again and took a new tack. “Gino never satisfied me the way you could. He didn’t understand my need to be controlled.”
As if Marc had ever been in control in their relationship. She’d pursued him in college and they’d dated exclusively the year before he graduated. Then he’d brought her home to the resort to meet his family in preparation of popping the question. At least he’d been divested of that notion before it was too late.
Melissa had played Marc for a fool. He’d vowed that no woman would have that kind of control over him ever again.
“Look, I’m going to drive you home. You’ve obviously been drinking. Someone can bring you back over tomorrow to get your car.”
He turned to walk into the kitchen to retrieve his Porsche keys. Melissa pressed her body against his back, pushing him against the dark-gray granite countertop. Her hand snaked out to grab his cock through his pants. She couldn’t suppress a moan, apparently disappointed to find she hadn’t given him an erection despite her blatant attempts.
“Marco, please. It’s always been so good between us.” She stroked him, and his long-neglected cock responded.
He spun around and grabbed her shoulders, wanting to push her away. Her pupils dilated. Damn her. If she wanted to be controlled, he could accommodate her.
He wrapped his fingers around her upper arm and guided her back into the living room. She stumbled on the stilettos and he steadied her. Maybe it wasn’t that she was drunk, just that she couldn’t walk on those damned five-inch heels.
When they reached the tan-colored leather sofa, he turned her around and pushed her hips against the armrest as he eased her torso over until her head was on the seat cushion and her ass high in the air. She turned her head and looked back at him, smiling.
“Hard, Sir. Give it to me hard.”
Marc knew he’d hate himself later for letting her top him like this, but right now, he needed to blow off some steam. His life was so damned fucked up. He hated his job, but he couldn’t leave it. He owed the family that much. But being cooped up behind a desk all day was killing him. He hadn’t been out on the slopes since Gino enlisted.
Managing the resort was killing him by degrees.
He went to the bedroom to grab his toy bag and returned to Melissa, who waited patiently for him to begin. God help him, if she didn’t look good to him, draped over the armrest, waiting to be spanked. Well, he definitely wasn’t in the mood for an over-the-knee spanking tonight. Too intimate. He reached into the bag and pulled out his riding crop.
When she saw it, her butt cheeks clenched. Her mouth fell open as she sucked air into her lungs.
“What’s your safeword, Melissa?”
“Cherry, Master Marco.”
“Use it if you need it.”
Normally, he would have rubbed her ass cheeks before beginning a spanking. He would have planned the scene and gotten his head in the zone, but his thoughts were a jumbled mess tonight. Not that Melissa would notice or care. The flat leather tip came down on her right cheek and she gasped. He watched as the red mark appeared on her olive-colored skin.
On the left cheek this time.
He delivered four more whacks in quick succession, alternating cheeks.
“Oh, God, yes!” she moaned.
Damn her for liking it, too. “Quiet!” The next blows fell to her upper thighs. One leg kicked out at him, nearly hitting him in the groin.
“Keep your legs down!”
She put her feet back on the floor. “Sorry, Sir.”
The next eight blows reddened her ass nicely. Dio, he didn’t like taking his pleasure when angry, but his cock throbbed at the sight. He needed to find release. He’d given her plenty of warning, if she wasn’t looking for sex tonight, but Melissa had never run cold on him before, and he didn’t think she would this time. He reached into the bag and pulled out a condom package. Placing the riding crop on top of his bag, he tore open the foil packet.
“Yes, Master. Give me that big cock.”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” He ground the words out between his teeth as he sheathed himself. He most definitely didn’t give her permission to speak in porn-flick scripted lines, either. Standing behind her, he reached down to stroke his fingers between her folds. Wet. He spread the moisture to encircle her clit, which protruded from its hood. Her ass bucked and tilted toward him. “Mmm.” He rammed two fingers inside her and she moaned, but didn’t speak.
Unable to wait any longer, he positioned himself behind her, held her ample hips in place with his hands, and thrust himself inside.
“Oh my God, Master!”
Ignoring her, he battered against her, his balls slapping against her pussy. He nearly pulled out of her, then pushed her legs open wider and slammed into her again.
“Sweet, Jesus! I need to come so badly, Marco!”
“Silence! You do not have permission to come yet.” He continued to pound her pussy, then reached down and took her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed hard. She bucked against him.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, Marco!”
“How do you address me?”
“Master Marco, please. I can’t wait any longer!”
“But you will.”
“Ohhh! Oh, yes!” As little as she could move with him confining her, she still managed to tilt her hips toward him, allowing him deeper access. “Fuck me, Master! Fuck me harder!”
He thrust until he felt his own explosion nearing. He purposely pictured her in bed with Gino to delay his own orgasm. “Come, now!” As she went over the top, her pussy clenched his cock. He needed to hold out a little longer. He wasn’t finished with her yet.
“Oh, God! Ohhh, Marco, yesssss! Don’t stop!”
He leaned over her, continuing to stroke her clit even after her spasms had ended. She tried to move her pelvis to evade his fingers on her oversensitive clit.
“No, Marco. I can’t.”
“Twice you have addressed me as Marco without using my proper title. You owe me two more orgasms.” They’d negotiated orgasm torture before, but broke up before they’d tried it. “I. Said. Come. Again.” He ground the words out against her ear. With her body restrained under his, he stroked her clit harder, faster. She couldn’t escape the pressure he applied. She was trapped.
Just as he was.
“Oh, my God! I’m coming! Oh, shit!” She bucked wildly against him, clenching his cock as another orgasm wracked her body, this one seeming to be more intense than the last. He’d been taught never to promise a sub something and not deliver, but delaying his own orgasm was hell.
He let her breathing slow a bit, then touched her clit again.
“Oh, God, don’t! Please, Mar…Master. Enough!”
His fingers stilled. “Do you wish to use your safeword?”
She paused, gasping for breath, then shook her head. He pulled her hair away from her face so he could judge whether she could take another one. He began stroking her clit again. Her cheeks were wet from tears, but her mouth panted as she let the sensations build again. Her mewling sounds told him she wasn’t in pain. Not that pain was necessarily a bad thing in Melissa’s book of needs.
He stroked her harder. Her screams became incoherent as she bucked against him.
“Open your eyes.”
She did as he ordered. He pinched her clit again, then stood up and rammed her with his cock.
“Oh, shit! Oh, Master, please! No more!”
Again and again, he thrust himself inside her, demanding more than he ever had before. He took perverse pleasure in making something so desired feel like a punishment. Not unlike his feeling of being trapped at this resort, staring at the mountains every day and knowing he couldn’t walk away from that goddamned desk and enjoy them as he had before Gino had joined the Marines.
He reached down and stroked her clit again as he neared his own climax.
“Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhh, yes! Yes, please! Don’t stop!” Her body convulsed beneath him as she experienced her third orgasm in just a few minutes.
Marc found himself breathing hard, as well. He pumped harder, faster. The release as his semen spurted from him caused his legs to go weak. But he continued to pound her pussy until the last spasm of his cock and her vagina ceased. He pulled out immediately and staggered on weakened legs to the bathroom where he disposed of the condom, washed himself off, then got a clean washcloth and wet it with warm water for her.
He looked into the mirror over the vanity. The disgust written on his face brought him to a standstill. Surprisingly, he wasn’t disgusted with Melissa, but with himself.
What the fuck was he doing?
He needed to get away—from Melissa, from the resort, from his family.
Far enough away to find himself.
Before this place totally consumed his soul.
Free and Almost Free Books Available in the Rescue Me Series
For those wanting a free glimpse into the Rescue Me world, you can get started with the FREE introduction,Masters at Arms. This book introduces six characters who will go on to have happily ever after Romances shared about them. (Adam & Karla, Damián & Savannah, Marc, and in a small part here but with more to come later, Grant.)
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At each of the 15 stops, I’ll be gifting one randomly chosen reader a copy of a book in the Rescue Me Series (a $4.99 value), chosen from Nobody’s Hero, Nobody’s Perfect, or the soon-to-be-released Somebody’s Angel. Fill out theRafflecopter for your chance(s) to win! As with all of my giveaways, this is open internationally. And we’ll also send through the mail some cool swag items, including this red Ka-thunk! pen, hand fan, a Masters Brat button, and other cool stuff!
Your next stop in this blog tour will be at Jo-Anna Walker (http://joannawalker.blogspot.ca ). Previous spot was The Book Bellas ( www.thebookbellas.com )You also can get links to all of the blogs at my own Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell blog. [on the words Ahh, Kallypso…the stories you tell, LINK TO:http://kallypsomasters.blogspot.com/p/books-by-kallypso-masters.html]. By Friday, we’ll be sure to update with the direct links to each of the entries so you can follow easily and start gathering those answers to the 15 trivia questions!