Chapter 7

For the next several days after that incident, Marlize avoided Mark at all costs, not knowing what to say to him. He saw her naked and fucked her, somewhat, in the middle of a severe thunderstorm. She was wondering how she would react with the next storm that blew through, if she would be scared, aroused, or a mixture of both. At the crack of dawn, Marlize was up and packed up a small bag to go on a run/hike through the woods. She just didn't want to be at the cabin when Mark woke up because it would be too awkward. Hopefully, after a couple of days, maybe even a week, the awkwardness would be gone and it wasn't like he couldn't handle himself.

It was night five and Marlize didn't return until nearly nightfall, having been out in the woods just walking, jogging, and thinking. She had stopped at a spring to hydrate herself since it was nearly 100 degrees outside and muggy. Still, the walk did her good and her legs were throbbing, not to mention she was exhausted. Upon arrival, Marlize stopped at the sight of Mark seated in front of a fire he had built, with the wood out back, on the beach. His head snapped up at the sight of her and Marlize knew she was probably a mess, a sweaty, dirty mess from being out in the woods so long. She lowered her gaze from him and hurried around him inside the house to take a much-needed shower, not saying a single word to him. What the hell am I supposed to say to him after what happened between us?!

She had been avoiding him. She knew he liked to sleep in as late as possible, he had made that very clear when he had arrived, and she was purposefully leaving the house before he woke up and coming back late. Naturally, she avoided him and he had maybe been hitting the bottle tonight, agitated for seemingly no reason. Well, there was a reason. He had had the most screwed up dream about Todd AND she had been gone all goddamn day. Snorting, he tossed what was left of the cigarette into the fire and pushed himself up. She'd be getting in the shower he imagined, snorting again as he kicked sand over the fire enough to kill it and headed inside. He was already peeling off his clothes on his way up the stairs, having every intention of joining her, forcing her to deal with him.

Marlize had just fully undressed and stepped into the shower, immediately covering herself up as soon as the curtain was ripped back. "What the fuck?!" She did NOT expect Mark to barge into her room and private bathroom, stumbling back as he shoved his giant backside in here with him. Her arms instinctively covered herself up and she turned her back to him, not wanting him to see her naked like this. "What the hell are you doing in here, Mark?" Her body was sore from all the jogging, walking, and hiking she'd done, going clear across to the other side of the island and back again, including the waterfall spot just to sit and think for a while too.

Given he had already seen it all, this was redundant as shit. Granted, it had been dark thanks to the storm clouds and all that, and this was a stark contrast with the bright lighting from the bathroom lights, still… the principal held. "Showering," he informed her flatly, grabbing her hands gently but firmly to pull her arms away from her body, also pulling her right back into, sweaty ass and all. "You act like I haven't seen it," he was seeing it now, looking down over her shoulder at the goods. "And I'm tired of you avoiding me, Pet, it's rude to ignore your… guests." Though at this point, he was certain that was NOT the word for what he was. He couldn't even call himself a lover or a fuck buddy. More like… just a presence, he was another ghost she was trying to ignore. He wasn't having that, he refused to tolerate it a moment longer.

"Yes, you've seen it and you don't need to see it again…I…" Marlize was cut off as he whipped her around, pressing their chests together and slowly looked up at him as the steam began rising around them from the hot water. It wasn't scalding hot, but hot enough to where it would cleanse her of all the grim and dirt she'd accumulated from her trip into the woods. "I don't…know what to say to you, Mark." Now her eyes lowered from his, staring at his chest and focused on the BSK Pride tattoo across his stomach, wondering what that was about. "I don't regret what happened between us, I just thought it was a one and done and it would be awkward between us, so I've just been…avoiding you." Like the damn plague. "We both got what we wanted, right? I don't know about you, but I don't need a repeat." Not with a man who refused to finish her off or himself for that matter in the heat of the moment.

"Did we now? Because, Pet," he was speaking conversationally, as if they were talking about a delivery from Dirk or something. Maybe her lack of proper fish cooking skills when it came to an open flame. He was also reaching for her shampoo, her hair was already soaked, she had probably been ready to wash it before he interrupted, he plucked a leaf from it and watched it fall to the shower floor. "I think a one and done would include the 'done'." And she hadn't asked for that, she had asked him to fuck her and make it hurt, and hurt it had, them both. He began lathering her hair, his fingers moving rather gently as he worked the shampoo in.

"Well peach, you could've finished it if you were so inclined, but instead, you left us both hanging. I'm not mad about it, I finished on my own when I got to my room as I'm sure you did the same. You did what I wanted you to do, to make it hurt." Female blue balls was definitely painful and she sighed softly at the feeling of his fingers in her hair, pampering her in a way. What was his deal? He glided his soapy hands down her sides and back up to massage her breasts, cleaning beneath them. Again, Bradley had never done anything like this for her and she didn't want to compare Mark to that piece of garbage. Mark was better than him simply because he'd never laid a violent hand on her. "What are you…uhhhh…" Her words had melted into a moan as his mouth sealed to the side of her neck, all while helping her rinse the shampoo out and her hands slid up his muscular chest to rest gently on his shoulders. "Mark…" His tongue flicked her ear briefly and then he finally captured her mouth in a fiery kiss while tilting her head back, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer, their tongues in nothing more than a dance.

"Pet," he cupped her sex in his hand, squeezing enough to send that jolt of pain with pleasure she longed for through her entire body, kissing his way along her jawline. "It's not leaving you hanging when you begged for it to hurt," and nobody would ever be able to say he had not delivered, he had made it hurt so good for them both. It had been a delicious, exquisite agony and he idly wondered if she'd set fire to this cabin if he did it again. Or, if he denied her but got himself off, considering the idea briefly before dismissing it. "I'm washing you, by the way," it was almost an afterthought. "Conditioner?" Though, he was also interested in her ass, his hands moving behind her with a slight smirk, especially when she jumped.

She handed him the conditioner, aware of what he was doing and didn't know what else to say to him. This man had a fetish with her backside, that much was obvious and she purred when he smacked it hard on one cheek, then the other, her pussy instantly coming to life. Hell, it was already alive and now it was dripping just by his kiss and advances. Even washing her hair lit her on fire and she sighed again as his fingers proceeded to cleanse her hair with the conditioner, making sure to get every inch of it. Once again, he started kissing her while rinsing out the conditioner from her hair and this time, his fingers began caressing her dripping sex, sliding his fingers inside of her. She moaned in his mouth as he slowly slid them in and out, his face burying in her neck after making sure all the conditioner was out of her hair. "You did exactly what I wanted you to do that night and Christ, you're gonna make me cum with your fingers if you keep it up, big man…" Peach was thrown out the window, she was melting in this shower and moved with him, his fingers not stopping. "As good as your fingers feel, your dick feels even better inside of me though…"

He was male, he loved asses, especially when there was a bit of meat to grab onto. He just growled in response, refusing to let her have his cock just yet. This woman had not been touched properly, that much was obvious, or at least, not in quite some time. He was still going with 'never done properly' and that was a crime. "Don't you want to cum, Marlize?" He rumbled in her ear, watching as she bucked against his hand, purposefully crooking his fingers in a 'come here' motion, knowing he was brushing against her g-spot. His arms were long enough, so he wrapped the other around her, using the extra hand to begin massaging her hard, little clit, the gasp that fell from her rosy lips had his erect cock throbbing and he purposefully began stroking it between those bouncy ass cheeks, a hiss of his own escaping him. "Beg for my cock… and I'll let you have it." She had begged for pain, she could beg for the pleasure.

"No." Marlize would never beg for dick, the defiance apparent in her eyes. "You fuck me or you don't, I won't beg for it." It wasn't like she couldn't get herself off with her fingers and vibrator she had here. If he stopped now, it wouldn't be the end of the world, though she'd suffer female blue balls again. The pain would feel great and she wouldn't mind it. Sure enough, his fingers left her body and he stepped back, folding his arms in front of his chest. "What? You think you're god's gift to women or something?" Her eyes blatantly looked down at his pulsating cock and then back up at him, raising a brow. "It's a dick, so what? Seen one before, not that impressive. So, if you're finished getting me worked up in here with your teasing, I'll get on with my evening and you can go fuck yourself." Flashing a serene smile, Marlize stepped out of the shower without him, wrapped herself in a towel and headed into her bedroom, relishing the pain he caused her. I needed that pain again, thank you, Mark.

Now THAT he hadn't expected, given she had literally begged for the pain… she made absolutely no sense, given she had seemed almost spiteful that he hadn't let her get off. The woman ran hot and cold, he had a hard time keeping up with those changes, again rethinking the bipolar thing. Huffing, he used her shower to wash himself and then walked his naked, dripping ass right out of her bedroom and into the hallway, pulling her door shut behind him. You make absolutely no fucking sense, woman. It's a dick, not that impressive. Either the women he had been with before her were liars or she was. Her, it was definitely her.

Marlize didn't pay him any attention, brushing her long blonde hair out and pulled it up into a tight fanned bun on the top of her head. He wanted her to beg for his cock and that was not happening – ever. Bradley had forced her to do that, to beg for his cock, and at the time she had no choice except to do it or else she would've been beaten. There was a scar on the inner portion of her thigh where he'd gotten really pissed at her one night when she flat out refused to beg for sex and he whipped her with a belt, the metal buckle slicing her in that area. Shuddering at the memory, Marlize pulled a simple nightshirt on and with a pair of cotton shorts, hiding everything like usual, and headed downstairs to make her something healthy and gross for dinner.

He was in the kitchen when she got there, naked, and helping himself to a carton of ice cream he had ordered last week. He watched, she was ignoring him apparently, as she got to work on making herself something to eat. He had planned on putting on clothes but he also hadn't anticipated Marlize coming out of her room for awhile. She was making something with rabbit food and his nose wrinkled, wondering where the Hell the good cooking he knew she was capable of had gone. He moved when she went for the fridge, licking the back of his spoon before helping himself to another scoop. When she side eyed, him had another. "I'd offer you some but… don't want to ruin your diet." He was feeling surly, no man liked being told his cock wasn't impressive, especially by a woman who had her own personal issues. He had been polite and not made a comment about her body, he was feeling pretty nasty right now so maybe he would. He stabbed his spoon into the ice cream a little viciously.

"Uh huh, thanks for that." Marlize was feeling completely content and didn't even bother getting herself off, not after stepping out of the shower. Being told to beg for a cock to fuck her…yeah, instant desire had evaporated into thin air. Her dinner for the evening was a grilled chicken salad with boiled egg and croutons, pouring the fat-free dressing on it to start tossing it around in the bowl. It didn't bother her that he was naked as a jaybird, nothing she hadn't seen before, and walked right past him to sit at the dining room table, proceeding to eat with her bottled water. Honestly, she had only lost two pounds and it was frustrating, really wanting to slim down at least a little. I'm a fat cow and I hate my body. I have to do better, work out more, eat less. Three meals a day, no cheat days, not until she started seeing some results.

After finishing his own supper, it was definitely a cheat day for him, he tossed the empty carton and spoon into the kitchen without a second thought. He was exhausted and there was no real reason behind it outside of his shitty sleeping habits and the recurrent nightmares that seemed to be plaguing him more than usual. He was blaming it on her and her inability to decide whether she wanted to run hot or cold. Never mind the fact that she had the right to change her mind or decide what was working for her and what was not. Slapping her ass and controlling her sexually was fine. Telling her to beg for it was not. Got it. She wanted to play these sex games with him and then she didn't want too and he wasn't having it. Not tonight anyway. Yawning, he headed back upstairs, swiping his shorts off the steps on his way. He was going to try sleeping tonight without the aid of alcohol, see how that worked out for him.