Marcus has the decency to open the passenger side door for me.

It’s the least he could do considering how hard he fucked me out there. My pussy is sore and swollen, but it’s that good kind of pain, one that makes you remember you’ve been fucked by a true man.

His sticky cum is all over my ass, and I can’t say I mind it. I slide easily into his Mercedes and make sure the stickiness gets all over his leather seats. It’s a good thing I wore a skirt tonight.

First, Marcus made me come in the restaurant and then he made me come over the hood of his car. What more has he got?

I find myself continuing to desire him. It’s a flame that never goes out. It’s ever-present and he’s always in my thoughts.

Don’t go there Katy, I admonish myself. It’s dangerous to get close to anyone. I try to remind myself of the things that I already know.

I’ve been around Marcus too much. That much is clear. But can’t I have just a little more fun before I break things off?

I still haven’t exactly told him how I don’t plan on being a part of his organization. He doesn’t know who or what I am, and he doesn’t need to know― ever.

He gets into the driver’s seat and starts up the car. I’m always impressed by the interior landscape of a Mercedes. It’s full of bells and whistles, the latest technology.

“Marcus, that was a little bit insane. First a restaurant and then outside in the parking lot,” I say, trying to appear confident.

The thing is, around Marcus, I tend to forget myself. I forget all of my strength and all of my ability to fend for myself. When I’m near him, I just want to be claimed and to become enmeshed within his soul. I virtually lose myself, and that’s why I know this is dangerous territory.

Regardless, I want to experience all of him tonight. “Where should we go?” he asks.

“Well, I don’t want to go back to my place, that’s for sure,” I say honestly.

The thought of going back to my empty apartment with nothing but my computer for company is not something that I want right now.

Marcus says, “I know the perfect little place around the corner where we can grab a drink.”

“Sounds great.”

He drives quickly, and I like the rush of being inside of his car. He knows how to handle the wheel just like he knows how to handle a woman.

I’ve never been with a man like him. It’s truly exhilarating to be around a man who exudes such power and control.

Most of the guys I’ve been with have been nothing special, nothing memorable. I know that Marcus has ruined me for all my future fucks. I’m going to compare everyone I’m with to him.

And I’m never going to forget him. That’s how prepared I am to say goodbye.

What he doesn’t know is that I’m going to have to disappear at the end of all of this.

It’s what I do. I can’t stay in one place for too long or be with one man for too long. I can’t have my identity coming to light for anybody.

It’s a damn shame too, because Marcus is really great.

I take this opportunity to show him just how great I think he is.

I bend down across the console and unzip his pants. He leans back into the driver’s seat and lets me pull out his cock for my sucking pleasure.

The speed of the car combined with my beating heart provides enough adrenaline to satisfy me for a lifetime.

I lick and suck his gleaming cock, and it’s all he can do to keep his eyes on the road.

I take it down my throat and wrap my lips around his hard member. It feels so good, tastes so good.

I open my throat and take him in expertly, so that with a few more glides of my tongue I have him coming down my throat.

He breathes hard and tries to control the wheel as he sprays his seed down my throat and I lap up every bit of it.

I pull up, smile, and lick my lips.

He speeds around the corner and halts right in front of the valet. I know he wasn’t expecting such a hot ride, and to be honest, neither was I.

He gets out and tosses the keys into the valet’s hands. Then he saunters around the car and opens the door for me.

“That was good, Katy...so fucking good.”

“I know.” I smile.

He’s not the only one with skills.

I take his hand and allow him to lead me inside.

The place is a dark little jazz bar. There’s music playing, and yet everything is shrouded in mystery. The bartender seems to know him, and we immediately get our drinks.

This alerts me of the fact that maybe Marcus has been here before. Maybe he’s been here many times with many different women. The thought makes me cringe, and I push it out of my mind.

I don’t need to remind myself that Marcus is a playboy. That information is nothing new.

But for now, I can just enjoy this one moment in time, the special night with him.

I’m not kidding myself by being with him. I already know it won’t last.

We’re not relationship people. And so I don’t expect more in this one moment of listening to beautiful jazz music play, while Marcus softly strokes my leg under the table.

“This place is amazing,” I say over the music.

He smiles at me and appears content that I’m happy.

At the same time, I feel a little too happy. I’m going to have to excuse myself to go to the powder room so that I can splash cold water on my face and try to wake up, get back to reality.

I get up and say to him, “I have to go. I’ll be right back.”

He’s looking at me possessively, and I wonder why he can’t even let me go for five minutes. Maybe it’s because he understands the fact that I’m an escape artist. Hell, I escaped from jail the very first time we met.

But luckily for him, I intend to come back to the table in just a minute. I walk into the powder room, and there are several women in there.

I try to be invisible, and I walk towards the farthest sink. I turn the faucet on and let it run until the water is cold, very cold.

I splash it on my face and instantly feel relieved that some of the hot pressure is gone that comes with being in the vicinity of Marcus.

I look up and someone hands me a towel.

“Thanks,” I say.

“You’re welcome,” I hear the familiar voice respond.

I look over, and it’s Marcus. Somehow, he’s cleared out the entire room, and I see that the door’s locked. He certainly has command over every situation, to clear out a room like this so quickly.

“What are you doing in here? You can’t be here,” I say, protesting.

“Why are you trying to get away from me?” he asks.

I look up into his smoldering eyes and say, “Is that what you think? I wasn’t. I just needed to get some space.”

“Space from me? Why?” he asks.

I decide to reason with him. I might as well be semi-honest about my feelings.

“Because you’re intense, Marcus. You made me come like 1 million times. That’s a lot for a girl to take. You’re a lot. You’re, like, complicated and I just needed a breather,” I say.

My words seem to entice him because I see that familiar spark of desire in his eyes.

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re finally starting to understand me, Katy. I am intense. Better you know that now rather than later. I’m always going to be this way,” he pushes me back against the wall and starts to kiss me. “And you’re the one I want. If there’s one other thing you should know about me, Katy, it’s that I always get what I want.”

He’s got me pinned against the wall, and I can’t say I dislike it. It’s becoming alarming, but I feel so safe when he’s got me cornered. It makes me feel like I can finally let go, like I don’t have to be so in control all the time.

“Say you want me, Katy. Say it,” he commands.

He’s kissing me roughly and starting to pull down my dress. I don’t resist. I can’t resist him anymore.

“Yes, Marcus―God, I want you okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” I respond, breathing heavily.

“Yes, baby. That’s what I wanted to hear. Now the fun can begin. Don’t ever try to escape me again. I’ll always find you, Katy. I know you like to run, but you can’t run from me.”

I realize in this moment that Marcus is truly afraid that I’ll disappear. But I don’t doubt the fact that he would find me if he wanted to.

He’s probably the only man, the only person I would ever say that about. But he’s got this tenacity about him which makes me think he can accomplish anything he puts his mind to.

Suddenly, I want to be with him in this moment more than I want to escape. I don’t want to run anymore. I just want to be in his arms forever.