Before she could utter another sound, she felt John’s strong hands enclose around her shoulders.  He forced her backward abruptly on the outdoor sofa, Marlena again drifting into pointless struggles.
“John, this is not right, not here, someone could see us” her explanations fell on deaf ears.
“Baby, you’re sexy” He spoke between deep breaths, using all the physical strength that he possessed to shove Marlena on the sofa… and to keep her there.  He looked down at the glowering form before him. From top to toe, Marlena looked ravishing. There was something about her when she was being Submissive that he just loved. It turned him on no end.  

He was incapable of denying her for any length of time, holding her wrist above her head, he leaned his weight on to her, pressing her even more to the mattress of the couch.

It's been so long since he has treated her like that, like he owned her, that she almost forgot how it felt like and right now it was painful Marlena squirmed, speaking through her ragged breathing “John, stop I think-” Marlena managed to look up and meet John's eyes, only fleetingly.

“Well, well, I think someone has forgotten the rules here..you see, you asked for me to fuck you and as the obedient man that I am, I will. Now, lay down and stay down” his gaze was so cold, she almost didn’t recognize him.

“Oh, John..” She struggled and then moaned a deep throated moan as she felt the warmth begin to spread. That was all John could take, now as he looked at Marlena, his cock ached like it never had before. He could feel it pushing against the stiff material of his pants, screaming for release.  

Screaming to be inside her, pounding her… pounding them both into oblivion and beyond. He could feel how her tanned legs struggled beneath him, her hips gyrating, trying desperately to break free from his stronghold.  Marlena’s back arched towards him, her breasts protruding further with every movement, her arms in an endless battle with his – she could have no idea what her innocent actions were doing to his body. John looked into her face, her long hair was disheveled and clung to her face, her lips were parted, her face flushed, her eyes smoldering.  He moved his hands to her arms, trying to stop her attempts to shove him, and pinning her body to the sofa with his weight.

 

He was all muscle and strength, a million times stronger. “You don't want to fight me Doc.” He squeezed her wrists tightly together, warning her, although, hearing him calling her ‘Doc’ reassured her that he won't really hurt her, never. It was merely a game and by the look of it, he was winning but still, she wanted him so badly but not there, where someone could spot them so easily. She was a respected member of their community, a Doctor, and her reputation was not something she wanted to put on the line.

“I’ll fight you until you stop, John someone might see us.” Now he smiled completely, loving that response. “Baby, I can't wait to be inside of you.”

“John...release my hands.” she bucked her hips against him.

“Shhhh...relax sweetheart.” He leaned down and kissed the skin of her neck. His tongue ran along the area where her artery was located, and he nipped her gently, just enough pressure to make it tingle but not make it bleed. His lips traveled to her ear, and he kissed the shell gently, breathing into her canal. His arousal was heightened in his breathing, and she could hear the distant growl.

He freed one hand and moved to her chest releasing one breast out palming it, squeezing and massaging. He released a quiet moan into her ear. “How I love your breasts baby.”

She lay there helplessly, unable to do anything but let him take her. her nipples hardened at his touch, and she felt her breath hitch. Although she fought him, it was still John and she craved his touch so much that her body was suddenly oddly relaxed, oddly charged.

John kissed her collarbone before he gently bit it between his teeth. Then his mouth moved to her other breast, and he sucked it hard, making her wince in pain. He nibbled it gently before he sucked again, his back tightening in arousal. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop him this time. If she said no, he would just keep going. If she tried to fight, she would be ignored. He licked the valley between her breasts then lowered her dress to the waist while kissing her stomach, kissing every inch of her while the feeling of his cock inside his pants lay against her belly. Ready to be inside her. He moved back up to her face then returned his fingers against her clit. He rubbed the nub in a circular motion, hitting it with the right pressure and the right speed like he’d done for a million times. It felt good. And she loved that. She loved the way her knees naturally parted to accommodate him. She loved the fact she wanted him to suck her nipples again. She loved the fact his kiss felt so incredible. He looked into her eyes and watched her expression, his face darkening with sexual need.

 

The door was unlocked. He knew that they were on the roof because that’s where the elevator was when he called it. Hearing her moans reassured him that he was in the right place. Opening the door, ever so slowly his ears followed the breathing sounds, stopping on the yellow outdoor sofa. He could see her, laying on her back, writhing and squirming by John’s doing. He couldn't breathe for a moment, she was so beautiful, so raw, he wanted her, he wanted to be the one that’s touching her. Kit found a small brick in the darkness and sat on it, can't take his eyes away from her body.

 

John stared at her pussy and saw the slickness gleam. Her pussy was wet and slick, just as he expected it to be. He smiled in victory then shoved two fingers inside her. “You’re so goddamn wet baby.” Her breath shook as she felt the warm moisture between her legs. “You love when I do this?.” He could tell she enjoyed it despite her attempts to hide it, still angry at him for not respecting her wishes to not take her there. He fingered her and slathered her fingers in heat. She didn’t answer him, but her body responded. The arch in her back deepened, and her breaths became labored. “Tell me.” The power struggle again.

She held her silence defiantly. He moved to his knees on the roof floor and pulled her hips to the edge of the sofa. His face dove into her sweet pussy, and he licked her aggressively, circling her clit with his tongue before he sucked it harshly into his mouth.

A suppressed moan escaped her lips. She put all her effort into hiding her pleasure at his touch. She refused to give him the satisfaction of pleasing her, this will not stand, she would not be ignored. But the cause was futile because her soaked pussy did all the talking.

He circled her clit again, making her back arch farther so she could get as much of his mouth as possible. He pulled away. “Tell me.” She breathed hard, deep and loud. “Answer me, Marlena.” He sucked her clit harshly, pushing her to the edge of an orgasm then abruptly pulling back. She growled in frustration. He gently blew on her opening then gave her a gentle kiss. She snapped like he knew she would.

 

“I love how you do this baby…” She spoke, hating herself for giving in. She sighed with defeat, her backbone crippling, he smiled. He had her.

“And I love the way you taste… and I love how you move underneath my tongue.” His dominance grew, and he felt like a true predator. He was on top of the world, and she was right there with him. He pressed his face between her legs and gave her the reward she just sacrificed herself for. He sucked her clitoris hard then circled it, using more precision than his fingers could ever give. She immediately moaned, no longer holding back the screams of unbridled pleasure.”Oh, fuck...John”  She arched her back farther and pressed her pelvis into his face, wanting more of that schooled tongue. She combusted with an orgasm as powerful as ever. Her yells turned into screams, and she rode the high. “Oh, god…” She gripped the fabric of the sofa and turned into mush. “Oh, god…” She pressed her nails into her palm, her body giving out as heat seared her from the inside out. When her screams died away, he knew she was finished. She panted on the sofa, a crumpled mess from what he just did to her. She knew he had her then. And she knew he had her now, it was always John.

She panted but not for long as he lifted her up to her feet, her legs were still wobbly from the spine-shattering orgasm she just experienced.

Turning her back to him, “Lay down there” John demanded and bent her over the stack of cinder blocks behind the sofa. She complied.

Immediately, John bore his weight against her, as she laid on her stomach bent over the stack of blocks which formed a table-like structure. Her feet remained planted on the ground, and John stood behind her, his upper body against her back. Grabbing her arms, he placed them above her head as he leaned into her neck, placing aggressive kisses down its long column. Marlena had never been in so much pain at the hands of John before but yet had never been so turned on. This behavior brought out something within her… some perverse desires that she at times did not want to admit she harbored. And it was in this moment, she realized she could have never been satisfied with Roman and his vanilla sexuality.

 

John interrupted her thoughts by whispering into her ear, “Did you see the way all the men were looking at you tonight at Tuscany, the way Roman looked at you?” he asked releasing himself from his pants with one free hand, grinding his cock into her ass.

 

"No, baby,” she replied, unsure what response he wanted to that question.

 

“Well, I did. And I know exactly what they were thinking,” John spoke wet and hot into her ear, as the hold on her wrists above her head strengthened as he continued to rub her. “Ask me what they were thinking, Marlena,” he commanded into her ear.

 

“What were they thinking?”

 

Kit knew that answer to that question, he knew what he wanted. He was so hard right now, couldn't wait to see her getting fucked but wanting to be the one to do this. Soon I will, very soon.

 

 

John let go of her wrists, presuming she would keep them above her head as he lifted the fabric of her white dress. “That they want this display right here,” John spoke, looking down at Marlena’s round behind, emphasized by her white string thong that was still on. He grabbed the thong and pulled it back before releasing it, allowing it to snap back between her cheeks, causing Marlena to yelp. “Come on, step out of these panties,” he instructed, bending down and helping her slide her legs out of her panties. John took a moment to look down at the magnificent sight before him, Marlena’s bare ass bent over in front of him on top of the roof, above the city with her arms above her head in submission. He had never seen something so profoundly erotic or someone so intensely sexy and no one else could fill the special place in his heart he had for her. But this wasn’t the time for romance. No, it was time for Marlena to be fucked properly.

 

Positioning himself at her entrance with one hand and resting the other hand on the back of her shoulder, he pressed his weight against her without yet entering her. This was torment for Marlena, who felt as if her sheer desire for his cock would cause her pussy to suction him inside of her.  

 

“OH, baby” Marlena cried out, her pussy aching to be filled with him

 

John smacked her hard on the ass, “spread your legs” it was his commanding voice again and Marlena did as she was told, her body was already shivering with anticipation.

 

“Good girl, now you’re gonna get fucked as you requested” John spoke, grabbing his cock and prepping for entry.

 

John thrust his hard length into her, as he put one hand on her hip and the other around the back of her neck. She always needed a moment to accommodate his size so he waited until he could feel her relaxing around him. And then roughly he began to pound. Every time he humped her small frame. Marlena began to orgasm uncontrollably, unable to differentiate where one stopped and another began as tears poured down her face. She never felt so loved or fucked so good. All she could see was white, and all she could hear was ringing as John continued to pound into her from behind, his cock savoring the feel of her slickness and his saliva mixed together. And then he fucked her until she screamed again.
 

She wanted to grab those big arms and hold on. She wanted to dig her nails into his skin until she drew blood. Her orgasm burned with power until it slowly started to fade. A whimper of pleasure escaped her lips because her center was still feeling the aftershocks.
John groaned as he pumped into her, giving her a few final thrusts before he tensed on top of her, his cock getting even harder as he released inside her with a groan.