Marlon had a bitterness in him that couldn't be tamed. His role in Streetcar Of Desire took such a toll on him. He was irritable with everyone and everything, and couldn't see the good in life.
He tapped into all of his hurt and all of his problems from the past in order to bring out emotions. And that led him to treating those he cared about the most in such cruel ways.
It made me wonder if that was why he loved being so dominant. In every part of his life that he could take control on, he did. However he still managed to by shy and quiet when you first met him.
Marlon took me to another part of LA that they wouldn't show in the magazines. There were no celebrities here, nor were there shining lights to gawk at.
We stood in front of an obscure building that didn't seem to be much. It didn't even look like it was commercial. Marlon opened the door and took my hand, pushing open an door to the right of us.
It took us to a dark stairwell, and he held my hand as we slowly descended the steps. We got to a door at the bottom, and pushed me up against a wall.
"I know I can be a monster." Marlon said quietly. "But at least give into me a little bit."
"Give in how?" I asked, looking into his eyes.
"I'm not asking for much, just for tonight— let me show you my world." Marlon whispered.
"Is this some kind of acting spot?" I asked him. He shook his head no. Then, he turned to the door and knocked a special knock.
The door opened, and a shirtless man in tight shorts and a police hat opened it.
"Welcome back!" He smiled as Marlon stepped in. I cautiously walked in behind him. I looked around the dark basement, and it was something I'd never seen before.
People tied up to the walls, and being spanked and punished. One man was tied to a wheel totally naked, while another whipped his standing member. Another man was tied over a barrel while a girl dressed in leather whipped his bottom crimson.
I held onto Marlon's hand from behind, and he tightly squeezed it. One girl was tied and sat on her knees, and she strained to bite into an apple.
Another guy had a tale stuck into his butt, and a girl stood over him and whipped him. Another girl was tied up to a wall while someone furiously squeezed her breasts.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked Marlon as we stepped into an open spot of the basement.
"Aren't you curious?" Marlon asked as he stepped close to me. He was so close, his body was pressed against mine, and he moved his hand up to my jaw. His fingers brushed on the side of my face. "I wanted to show you how I've been since I've been away."
"Is this your version of honesty?" I asked with a brow and Marlon gave me a devilish grin.
"Come on, Pat." He began kissing my neck. "Let's see what you can do."
"What I can do? Aren't you going to tie me up?" I asked breathlessly as Marlon's hand hiked up my skirt and squeezed my ass. His lips were against my ear.
"Tonight you're gonna be my mistress." Marlon whispered. "Is that okay with you?"
I pulled away from Marlon and walked to chains that hung from the ceiling. Marlon stepped toward me, and got on his knees in front of me.
"Strip" I ordered him, and he stood up. He unbuckled his belt and shook off his pants, then he removed his shirt. I looked down at his member that strained against his boxers, then back up at him.
Marlon chuckled, then removed the boxers as well. He stood there, hands at his side, as he looked at the wall in front of us. His lips were still in a soft, pink smirk. I slowly walked around him, taking in every inch of his body.
Dim light lit over his shoulder blades like a spotlight, which was Marlon's favorite kind of light fixture. By the time I got to the front of him, his cock twitched without me touching it yet.
"Hands up." I ordered him. He lifted his hands to the ceiling. I struggled to reach the chains that would restrain him, he was after all six-foot.
An attractive blonde came over and looked Marlon up and down with a smirk. His cock was just as high as Marlon's.
"Need help?" He asked with anticipation.
"Certainly." Marlon flirted back, and I grabbed Marlon's face.
"Did I tell you to speak?" I mumbled at him, and he shut his mouth with a grin. The blonde tied Marlon's wrist to one of the chains. I kissed down Marlon's body and licked his member teasingly.
Marlon looked down at me, and by his facial expression I could tell he was straining for me to give him relief. I licked the tip while keeping eye contact with him, and the man finished up on Marlon's second arm.
I kneeled in front of him with my hands folded in my lap and sucked on the tip of his cock whole. He pushed his hips forward, and I pulled back.
"Constrain yourself." I told him, then unzipped my dress. I placed it on top of the pile where Marlon's clothes laid, and now I was only in my stockings and garter belt.
Marlon's abs tensed as he tried to control his need, and that led to precum dripping from his member.
I picked up a whip, and slid it down his shaft slowly. It pulsed at the touch, and Marlon looked down at it with parted lips. Then, I rolled it along his chest, and walked around him until I found myself rolling it down his back.
It got to his ass, and I moved it off his ass and to his balls. I slid it back while rubbing against them, and he grunted. Then, I lifted my whip and spanked his ass.
He moaned out with every spank, and I surely enjoyed the power.
Once we got back to my hotel room, we brought handcuffs that was given to us.
"Strip" I ordered him. He did as I told him. Then, I held onto his cock as I walked him to a nearby desk.
"Sit down." I demanded. He did just that. He smirked as I handcuffed his hands behind the chair. I took off my clothes as he watched inventively.
I stood bent over his seat, and he rubbed his lips on my breast. Then, he took my nipple in his mouth. I pulled back, and slapped him in the face.
He grinned with amusement. I aggressively pushed him closer into the desk. Then, I sat my bottom on the desk in front of him, and then opened my legs.
I was soaking as I sat in front of him, he looked at my heat with lust and hunger. I swiped my finger along my heat, then placed it in his mouth. He sucked on my finger, then sucked on it again as if it was phallic.
"Lick it." I ordered as I leaned back on my hands and pushed my heat forward. He buried his face into my heat, licking a long stripe up along my slit.
I took my two fingers and opened my lips for him as he licked my wet pussy. I rocked my hips against his face as he slowly licked up and down. Then, he licked around my entrance, and right below it. He teased as his tongue twirled right below my heat, then he went into my entrance.
He closed his eyes as his face moved up and down along my heat, then he began flicking my clitoris. My wetness rolled along my heat, and he licked it before it could even get anywhere.
He stuck his tongue inside me again, this time curling it up. He did this until I got close, then licked my clitoris to push me to paradise.
I orgasmed, and he licked as I did. Then, he sat back in his chair, his lips red and swollen. His cock was now hard as ever, and I stepped down from the desk. I rolled my finger along the tip, and it tensed at my touch.
"What are we gonna do about this?" I asked him, and he grinned at me, reaching in for a kiss.
I held his faced still from kissing me, and then I began straddling his lap. Then, I placed him inside of me, but I wouldn't move my hips.
"Please mistress." He said in a low, lust filled voice. I slowly shook my head no, and he tried to move his hips.
"Did I tell you to do that?" I asked aggressively. I pulled his chair with him still handcuffed in it, then I opened the door and left him in the hall.
I took his clothes that he discarded at the front door, then I threw it out on top of him. He was shocked, but he still seemed amused by all of this.
"Next time you'll learn to listen." I whispered to him, opening his handcuffs then walking back in my room. I slammed the door shut. After a few moments, he tried to open it.
"I need to put on my clothes." Marlon said calmly. Then he tried the door again. "Patricia?"
He tried again, now more furiously.
"Patricia!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.