Dangerous Games – By Sweetums

He stood there gazing up at the portrait hanging above the fireplace.

He’d arrived early for a meeting with the boss. After easily slipping

past security he thought he’d make himself comfortable in the inner

sanctum of his employer’s office, in his newly acquired palace in the

tropics. The heavy curtains were drawn, blotting out the intense

sunlight. He stealthily entered the cool room, and it took a few

seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

His trained eyes looked carefully around his new environment,

studying it, committing it to memory. Every window and door, possible

exits in a crisis. As his glance turned upwards he saw the portrait

behind the massive mahogany desk. Like a moth to a flame, he felt

drawn to it and he moved until he was directly beneath it, never once

averting his eyes from it. He looked at the woman; she was dressed in

a black velvet dress and she was holding a bouquet of tropical

flowers. She was a stunning blonde beauty, with big hazel eyes that

seemed to beckon him.

Suddenly he could feel his heart beating faster and his pulse racing as

he looked upon her beautiful face. It was having a curious effect on

him and it was making him uncomfortable. She was just a woman on a

canvas after all; she might not even be real; just something that came

with the house or something the boss bought, or stole. He laughed to

himself, but he could see why he’d keep it or buy it, and if it didn’t

belong to the boss, he’d steal it himself, because she was a haunting

beauty.

Something about her was already working its way under his skin, and

he didn’t really understand it. He’d been trained to use women and

either dispose of them or cast them aside. They were manipulative,

weak, and caused many a great man’s downfall. He’d heard about

those mythical women who could steal even the most leveled headed

man’s heart and make him a fool, but he never thought he would be

susceptible to it. He never had been before, so why on earth should

he start now and from a portrait of all things? He shook his head a

little but he still couldn’t remove his gaze from hers; she held him

there.

His well honed ears didn’t hear the boss coming and he was taken by

surprise to hear, “She’s lovely isn’t she?” He turned to see his boss

standing on the other side of the desk. Narrowing his eyes he saw the

suspicion on the boss’ face. “I suppose, if you think of women in that

way. I know them for what they truly are.” He walked over and sat

down in one of the leather chairs on the opposite side as the boss

took his place behind the desk in the high backed leather chair. “I see

you managed to elude my guards yet again.” The boss chuckled with

pride, he’d been his most prized subject.

He’d been gone a long time and the boss was glad to have him back

now, in his proper place as his right hand, doing his bidding so the

boss wouldn’t soil his hands and could have an airtight alibi for any

crime he might be suspected of. He did his job well and the boss was

smart. He was rarely suspected of anything; they made a good team,

the boss always told him. He’d known no other kind of life than this,

and the familiar is comforting most of the time. The boss talked of

great plans he had for the immediate future and some for the long

term. While he took in every word and memorized it, his gaze now and

again would drift upward and he would have to glance at her again

when ever the boss was looking away.

He seemed to have already raised the boss’s suspicion when he

caught him staring at her, so he wouldn’t want him to know what he

was really thinking. They finished their meeting and the boss showed

him out. He took one last opportunity to glance at her face, as though

he needed to see her again before he went; he felt so drawn to her but

he couldn’t understand why.

Once he was back to his quarters he lay down on his cot and stared

up at the grey ceiling. He wasn’t thinking of the games the boss had in

mind for him to play, he could only think of her and how she had

captivated him. He wanted to know who this woman was that had

penetrated his defenses, made it past his conditioning and training

and had made her way into his undivided thoughts simply from being

the subject of a portrait. He felt himself growing hard with thoughts of

who she might really be and what she might really be like. He tried to

push her out of his mind and ignore his aching hard-on.

He got up and went to the tiny window overlooking the garages; the

day was as bleak as this tiny room. He would be leaving in the

morning but for tonight he was stuck here, assigned to the servant’s

quarters. It had been prepared for him though, with fresh sheets on

the noisy old cot, and the pillow newly fluffed. There was a pitcher of

water and a glass on a small table next to the cot. In the opposite

corner was a small chest of drawers. The rest of the room was barren

and it came equipped with no closet. But it suited his needs perfectly;

he’d only brought a backpack with him. He always traveled light.

Soon his thoughts drifted back to her, he saw her eyes, her lips, her

hair. Her image permanently etched in his brain now, it wouldn’t go

away and a part of him didn’t want it to. That feeling frightened him; he

wasn’t supposed to feel this way about a woman. His erection

throbbed in his tight jeans, and he groaned and laughed at himself.

“What if she isn’t real, or she lived ages ago? Get a hold of yourself

man!” She wouldn’t go away though; he could almost hear her voice,

feel her silky flesh beneath his fingertips, taste her luscious lips.

Again he lay down on the cot, his hand couldn’t keep away from his

penis and he masturbated hard and fast, his eyes tightly shut, images

of her flashing in his mind as he pumped himself almost mechanically

and then he exploded. He laid there, his eyes still closed, thoughts of

her still lingering in his head, a satisfied smile on his lips. It had been

years since he’d masturbated.

Chapter 2

The boss sat back in his chair, interlacing his thick fingers, bringing his

index fingers to a point before touching them to his lips as he

contemplated the situation. His pawn wasn’t supposed to have been in

here; he had planned on dealing with him in the outer office. He

couldn’t gauge his reaction to seeing the portrait. It would have been

more valuable to have been here for the unveiling so that his pawn’s

initial reaction could have been seen. It had been his original plan to

use the portrait as a test on his pawn, should any doubts about the

deprogramming arise.

Judging from what he could see, the brainwashing had been thorough

and complete. Once a man is broken it becomes much easier to break

him again if need be. His pawn had been his most prized possession,

taken and remoulded into a callous, uncaring mercenary, doing his

master’s bidding without question. When he’d lost him all those years

ago, the boss had been devastated.

Now he had him back and he intended to keep him this time around,

using him to his full potential. Glancing at the clock, the boss noticed it

was nearly tea time. He rose and exited his offices, heading for the

verandah. He was humming and there was a lilt in his stride; he was

happy again. He opened the French doors and stepped out onto the

verandah, looking up to see her sitting there waiting for him. A broad

smile crossed his face. She had her back to him and he crept up

quietly behind her. Leaning in, he inhaled her scent before placing a

soft kiss on the nape of her neck. Her skin felt like the finest of silk

against his lips and she smelled divine.

She let out a small gasp of surprise, followed by an endearing giggle.

“Oh, Stefano,” she cooed softly giving him a bright smile that warmed

his heart the very core. He sat down across from her as the servant

brought the tea and scones, pouring them each a cup. “Will there be

anything else sir?”

“No, you may go.” With that the servant disappeared and they were

alone on the verandah. Reaching his hand out across the table, she

gently placed hers within it. “How are you feeling my darling?” She

smiled up at him, her big hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “Better

now that you’re here, but I’m fine you can stop worrying about me.”

She gave him a reassuring grin.

Stefano sat back, a contented sigh and smile on his lips; today was

the day he’d been dreaming of, working towards. He had her back at

long last. He had managed the impossible, to turn back the hands of

time and now that his prized pawn was back in the fold, everything

was right in his world again. He gazed intently at her, basking in her

undeniable beauty and radiance, smiling as he knew the brainwashing

and conditioning had had their desired effect. It had taken much effort

from his bright boys in the back room to erase time and give her back

to him as she once was; things seemed to be working splendidly.

Tonight would be the true test however, he would finally be able to put

his mind to rest that everything was as it seemed. If not, he would

detect it and more work would have to be done. After tea and idle chit

chat he looked into her eyes, and he could see the love shining there.

“I’m afraid I have to take my leave of you now my darling, work

beckons me.” She groaned and gave him her best pout which caused

him to chuckle heartily. “I will be finished in plenty of time for dinner

darling. We have a guest coming Tonight.”

“Oh really, who?”

“Just an associate of mine.” She smiled as he stood up and kissed her

on the forehead.

“I supposed I will have to occupy myself with a walk on the beach,”

she sighed, as he left her to her own devices.

Chapter 3

Stefano went back to his offices, checking in with Bart back in Salem,

making sure that no one suspected that John and Marlena weren’t

really on an extended vacation, and unreachable. Bart assured him

that no one suspected a thing and business was being taken care of in

his absence. With that he went on with his work. An evil smile on his

lips as he thought of tonight’s dinner.

John had fallen asleep, still holding his cock, cum long since dried on

the sheets. The smile was still across his lips as he dreamt of her.

Dreams floating through his head of fucking her long into the night,

fucking her long and hard and deep, making her scream his name

time and time again. Something jolted him from his reverie and he

leaped from the cot, his penis rock hard and needing release again –

because of her. The boss wouldn’t like this, not one little bit. He didn’t

like it much himself. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way damnit! All

his training had removed all that; or so he had thought.

He tried to shake it off and went to take a cold shower, trying to

occupy his thoughts with what project the boss had in mind for him

this time. She wouldn’t go away however, and soon his thoughts were

of her, naked, lying on a bed, beckoning him. He grabbed his cock

fiercely as if trying to strangle it into silence. He couldn’t submit to it;

he was stronger than this, he told himself, but to no avail. He could

smell her, he could taste her, he could feel her and he finally allowed

himself to succumb. His head tilted back, he stroked himself slowly at

first. Thinking of her mouth around him, hot and wet and hungry, he

groaned out loud.His grasp tightened and his strokes grew faster as

he imagined pulling her from his cock and pushing her down, taking

what he wanted from her. Pounding her relentlessly until she begged

for mercy, then giving her more. His hand moved with increasing

intensity as he saw himself sliding in and out of her. He could feel her

slick walls contracting around him; hear her cries as she thrust up to

meet him. “Yes, yes, yes!!!” He called out as he exploded, shooting

cum high up the shower wall as his body shuddered.

His head rolled forward and his eyes slowly opened, his grip still tight

around his now shrinking cock. He growled in disgust at himself, and

with his free hand he punched the tile with all his might, cracking it

instantly. He didn’t like being out of control and he certainly didn’t like

anyone else being in control of him, except for the boss of course. At

least the pain now radiating from his fist distracted him, momentarily.

He got out of the shower and dried off, looking at himself in the mirror

in disgust. “Weakling,” he grumbled aloud and set about shaving and

preparing himself for dinner.

Marlena had found a beautiful spot on the beach after walking a good

distance, deciding to sit for a while and ponder the recent events of

her life. She had been in a coma for some time, Stefano had

explained. An automobile accident that had occurred some years ago

left her hospitalized and unconscious. Miraculously she had regained

consciousness and with no memory of the event. The last thing she

remembered was living in Ireland, with her husband Stefano. In

ancient castle, shrouded in mist, high upon a cliff overlooking the sea,

but even that seemed fuzzy. She hoped in time it would all become

clearer to her.

She wondered if tonight finally Stefano would make love to her. She

knew he had been fearful of her health and didn’t want to cause her

any stress, so they had shared separate bedrooms since she’d regain

consciousness. She felt both apprehensive and excited by the idea.

She had made a full recovery. She felt that she was healthy and

strong again, and as with any healthy woman she had needs. She had

been dreaming more than usual lately; almost every night the same

dream, she was in bed and being made love to; only she could not

see her lovers face. She could only assume it was her husband. She

had made up her mind that if he did not come to her tonight, she

would go to him. He could not refuse her, she was certain of that. But

at the same time she felt that something wasn’t quite right. She tried to

shrug it off.

Looking up she noticed the sun slowly sinking on the horizon. Soon it

would be time for dinner. She quickly hurried back to the main house

to shower and dress for the occasion. Stefano’s associate would be

joining them tonight and she wanted to make a good impression.

As the hot water flowed over her body, she closed her eyes, her mind

drifting into a dreamlike state. Vivid images flowed through her head;

she could feel her lovers touch against her skin, his hot breath on her

neck and his teeth against her nipple. She let her hands roam over her

breasts, kneading them, circling her nipples, tweaking them slightly,

and making herself gasp. Her hands traveled lower over her firm

abdomen until they reached her mound. She parted her legs

instinctively and slid her hands over her inner thighs, as she

envisioned that it was her lovers hands touching her. She parted the

lips of her slit and her fingertips found her clit. It was already swollen

and aching, and she circled it, pressing harder until she moaned

aloud.

She quickly regained her composure and removed her fingers. “Save

it for tonight,” she told herself and set about washing – instead of

playing. She spent a good deal of time on her hair and make up,

wanting to look perfect and enticing. She chose a white silk dress from

the closest, rather skimpy she thought to herself, but not too skimpy.

She wanted to look good for her husband but not too good for the

company. She picked out a lacy bra that pushed and lifted her bosom

so that just enough cleavage was showing. Deciding to go without

panties, for a surprise later, she donned a pair of tasteful white pumps,

and sprayed herself with her favorite perfume, pronouncing herself

ready. Then she headed for the formal dining room.

John put on the black suit and white shirt the boss had sent up to his

room earlier. The leather shoes were an unwelcome change from his

boots. He combed his hair again and had one last look in the mirror.

He almost laughed aloud at the picture that stood before him in the

mirror; a suit was not customary wear and he looked out of place in it.

It was what the boss had wanted and so he wore it without question.

Once he was sure he looked presentable he headed downstairs.

Stefano was ahead of both of them, positive she would arrive first, and

he was not disappointed. She entered the enormous dining hall, with

its huge table set with only three places. They didn’t often eat in here,

too formal for her; she preferred the verandah for most meals and

Stefano indulged her. But tonight was business and formalities had to

be upheld. She greeted him with a smile and went to his side. He

gently embraced her, kissing her cheek lightly. “Oh, you can do better

than that,” she said sheepishly and planted a sensual kiss upon his

lips.

It was almost more than Stefano could bear. He had wanted her since

she first returned to him, but he was weary of pushing too hard, too

soon and causing her to revert. He would do nothing to damage the

possibilities the future held. The kiss ended and she smiled up at him.

“Where’s our guest?” Stefano laughed Heartily.

“Impatient my dear? He will be along shortly, I’m sure. He is very

prompt.”

John descended the last staircase and turned in the direction of the

dining room. Although he had never been here before, it was

somehow familiar. Just as the dining room door came into view he

stopped dead in his tracks. Something had caught his attention.

Perfume; the air was fresh with it. He drew in a deep breath, taking in

the sweet scent. It was vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place it. One of

the servants perhaps, but then he thought more; too expensive for a

servant. He didn’t remember any of the boss’s former lady friends

wearing that particular scent, so why was it so familiar?

He shook it off, reaching for the doorknob, turning it he quietly swung

the door open and stepped inside.

Chapter 4

As he entered the room in his customarily clandestine fashion, John’s

well-trained eyes memorized the room and its contents, coming to rest

at last upon his host. John’s jaw dropped nearly to the floor as he saw

her standing next to the boss. They both had their backs turned to the

door; she was a tall, leggy blonde. It had to be her; she was real after

all. The thought of it brought a momentary smile to his otherwise

unreadable face. He stood silently for a moment, looking her up and

down, memorizing every inch, every curve. He felt his cock jump in his

pants as visions of what wanted to do to her flashed through his head.

He wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and deep, devouring her lips,

intertwining with her tongue, ravishing her mouth. He envisioned

himself shoving everything on the table aside and pushing her down,

ripping her dress off. Not willing to wait he would unzip his jeans and

pull out his throbbing cock, stroking himself several times as she

would watch in breathless anticipation. Shoving her panties to one

side he would feel how wet and ready she was for him and without

further hesitation he would plunge himself into her to the hilt, as she

screamed, arching her back as she reached for his ass, pulling him

deeper into her.

His mind would reel at the warmth of her, the tightness of her, as she

enveloped him deep within her. He saw himself thrusting into her

again and again as she clawed at him, returning his thrusts, begging

for more, taking all he had to give her. He could almost feel her nails

clawing down his back; he could almost hear her screaming out his

name over and over as she shuddered. Her pussy involuntarily

convulsing around his cock as he pulled her head back by the hair,

biting and sucking and kissing her throat as she flooded around him,

causing him to erupt inside her. Suddenly his mind snapped back to

the present and the situation he found himself in. John got control of

himself and his emotions.

Stefano looked at Marlena, thinking of how lucky he truly was to have

her back again, by his side, where she belonged. Marlena had been

making small talk when she suddenly felt faint. Stefano reached out

and took her by the elbow to steady her. “Are you all right my darling?”

Stefano’s voice and face told of his concern. The feeling was slowly

passing and she turned to smile at him. “Yes, I think I’m all right,

maybe I got a little too much sun this afternoon,” she said

lightheartedly. Stefano didn’t think so lightly of it, he was still worried

about her recovery.

John cleared his throat to alert his hosts of his presence. Stefano spun

around on his heels. “Ah, John so good of you to join us this evening.”

Stefano extended his hand and John immediately went to shake it.

Marlena turned around slowly, suddenly and strangely feeling faint

again. She lifted her eyes slowly to look at her husband’s business

associate. She felt as if her knees would buckle beneath her as she

gazed up into his handsome face. His intense blue eyes penetrating

her. She smiled politely and automatically in courtesy, she prayed that

neither her husband nor his associate could she how she was

shaking.

“Mr. John Black, I’d like you to meet my wife Marlena DiMera.”

Stefano turned and looked at Marlena. “Darling, meet Mr. John Black.”

Stefano stood back, intently studying their facial expressions and

reactions to now being face to face and knowing each other’s name

but feeling nothing. This had been a fantasy of his for quite sometime;

to have the both of them together in the same room at the same time

and each of them remember nothing of the other. He watched as they

shook hands and exchanged “Nice to meet you’s.”

The handshake was brief and uneventful as far as Stefano could

ascertain. John took on his mercenary stance, feet slightly apart,

hands behind his back and turned to look at Stefano. Inside John was

praying that what he truly felt could not be seen by either his boss or

by his boss’s wife. Marlena took a deep breath and steadied herself as

she turned to look at her husband, hoping against hope that her

husband didn’t notice how unnerved and confused she was by this

man who’d come to dinner.

Stefano noticed nothing that would indicate to him that they felt

anything for the other. The conditioning and brainwashing had

achieved their desired effect and they two star crossed lovers stood

side by side and didn’t feel a single thing. “So much for that soul mate

connection,” he scoffed to himself. “Please, let’s sit and eat.” Stefano

played the gracious host. They all sat down to dinner. This was going

to be a long night, John thought as he was seated on Stefano’s right,

directly across from “Marlena.” He said it aloud in his head. A beautiful

name for a beautiful woman, he thought as he carefully stole a glance

at her.

Marlena tried to concentrate on her husband and still be a good

hostess, trying her best not to look at or speak to this man when she

didn’t absolutely have to. She tried to block out the thoughts of him as

her dream lover and how on earth she could be fantasizing about a

man she’d never met before. She couldn’t stop looking at him

however, even after he caught her at it a couple of times. She found

herself getting wetter each time she looked at him or spoke to him, or

he spoke to her. He was incredibly handsome and very sexy and for

some inexplicable reason he drew her to him like a moth to a flame.

Time seemed to drag endlessly as she only picked at the food on her

plate and barely sipped her wine. This did not go unnoticed by her

pretend husband but he chalked it up to her overextending herself

today. He knew she wasn’t completely recovered yet and this would

delay his plan to have her in his bed again; he would do nothing to

jeopardize the situation. John also picked at his food but Stefano had

never seen him eat very much in this type of formal situation. John’s

raging hard-on plagued him throughout the meal; just the smell of her

made him pulsate.

At last, after dessert had been served and the men retired to Stefano’s

offices for business talk, Marlena went up to her room. She showered

and dressed for bed; she primped and preened tonight from head to

toe, just why she wasn’t sure. She opened the French doors onto her

small terrace, and she breathed in deeply the salty night air, mixed

with the aroma of the gardens below her window; she couldn’t stop

thinking about this John Black. Why and how could he be the lover in

her dreams when she had never set eyes on him before this night?

She sat down on the lounger on the terrace and sipped her brandy,

the warmth creeping over her as she settled back into the cushion.

Her thoughts once again were of her dream lover, now his face

completely clear in her vision. Her hands went to her breasts as she

saw him touching and kissing her possessively in her fantasy, the

fantasy now intensified by the face that she could now clearly see.

That combined with her hands creating an overwhelming physical

sensation, she was so wet now. Her hands moved lower and her legs

parted as she saw him lowering his lip and hands down her body.

Stefano filled John in on the full agenda and told him that he would be

leaving first thing in the morning from the private airstrip on the island.

Stefano had a Straga to celebrate the return of his right hand man and

John drank water. Once the pleasantries were over and business was

taken care of John told the boss he needed to get rested up for his

mission and bid him goodnight. Just as John was leaving he heard the

phone ring and he listened in secretly on the boss’s conversation.

Something was wrong somewhere and the boss was going to have to

fix it in person. John listened carefully as the boss explained to the

person on the phone that he would be flying out within the hour,

hoping to be back here on the island just after sunrise. John hurried to

his room and watched out the window that overlooked the garage,

waiting for a car to exit and go up the road to the airstrip. Within less

than forty-five minutes a car departed and headed down the dirt road

to the other side of the island.

John waited by the window, as he thought of her. He was alone in the

house with her, save the servants and security of course. He

wondered if she was as turned on by him as he thought she was; he

could feel and see her trembling every time he was near her. When he

shook her hand as he and the boss adjourned to the offices he swore

he could smell her arousal and he could hear her breathing increase.

He knew he caught her looking at him at least twice through dinner

and she caught him looking at her once. All of this was making his

cock hard again; he entertained thoughts of going to her room where

she would welcome him in and he would fuck her long into the night.

Then visions of taking her away with him, leaving the boss far behind

and the life he’d been forced to lead. He wondered how he could be

thinking this, why was he letting a woman; this woman, get to him so

much? He tried to shake it off but he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

He fantasized about what it would be like to just barge into her room,

find her there wearing something skimpy. She wouldn’t scream or run,

although he was sure she would be frightened. She possessed an

internal strength that made her a magnet and made him steel. He

wanted to kiss her deeply, snaking his tongue around hers, fucking

her mouth with it as she sucked his tongue. He wanted to use his

hands and his mouth on every part of her body, making her submit to

his will, taking her, possessing her, making her his own.

Marlena had stopped touching herself; feeling almost embarrassed

that she felt so much need, so much desire to be with the man who

appeared to her in her dreams. She watched as a plane streaked

across the night sky, wondering if it was Mr. Black leaving already.

She felt her heart ache at the thought and it scared her. Why did this

man’s possible leaving make her feel pain? Who was he? She was

going to find out, she left her room and started to her husband’s

offices hoping to find him there. She found the major domo of the

house and he informed her that her husband was called away

suddenly on business, and would return in the morning. She almost

felt relived that it was her husband and not his associate. Did she

know him in the past, before her accident? She couldn’t stop trying to

figure out why she felt such an attraction to him and why he would be

in her dreams, if they’d never met before.

As she ascended the stairs she wondered if she could risk asking him

straightforward if he knew her before she was in a coma. She

wondered if he would tell her if he knew, or would he inform Stefano

that she came to him and not her husband with the question. She

thought, “I did try to go to my husband first but he wasn‘t here.” As she

reached the landing she looked to her left, down to the small door at

the end of the hallway that lead up to the servants quarters. She

wondered why Stefano had chosen to place him there of all places

when they had plenty of guest rooms. She stood there for quite

sometime, then drawing in a deep breath and relinquishing herself to

the compelling need she felt to just be near him again and to have her

questions answered hopefully, she turned and walked towards the

door.

Chapter 5

Slowly making her way up the darkened, winding, narrow staircase,

Marlena could feel her heart in her throat. None of this made sense to

her; she’d been so confused since she’d awakened from her coma.

While everything seemed normal, none it felt right somehow. All the

erotic fantasies and dreams she’d been having which she thought

were about her husband Stefano, turned out to be about this

mysterious stranger who was now in this very house. She didn’t

understand any of it but she felt that somehow this man could help her

understand more.

She stopped just short of the landing, taking care to peek up and

down the hallway to see if anyone was about. Finding the hallway

empty and quiet, she tiptoed down to the only unoccupied room on the

floor. She stood in front of the small door, attempting to steady her

nerves and summoning her courage; but it wasn’t working. She could

feel herself trembling; her heart was pounding, her pulse was rapid

and she felt flushed. Images from her fantasies swept through her

mind, but this time the images were crystal clear. It was him – John

Black – whose body she was wrapped so tightly around. It was his

back that her nails dug into as he pummeled her into the sheets. She

felt a shiver run down her back, as she could almost feel him inside

her.

John could feel his hard-on strain uncomfortably against his trousers.

He reached down to adjust himself and imagined it was her hand on

him, rubbing him, stroking him, and caressing him. He closed his eyes

for a moment and saw her standing before him. A soft knock at the

door jolted John from his reverie and he shook it off and flung the door

open wide. Marlena gasped loudly and jumped a little at the violence

with which the door opened,and she shivered at the sight him standing

there before her in just his pants. His shoulders, arms and his chest

were just as she had imagined. She stared at him for the longest time,

lost in her fantasy. She was the last person John had been expecting

to see at his door; it made his cock ache and he felt his precum oozing

at the sight of her in that night gown and robe. His instincts for self-

preservation took over and he grabbed her roughly by the elbow and

jerked her into the room, quickly shutting the door.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded gruffly, staring at her with

those blue eyes of his. She was so nervous now. “I…I just came

here.” She stared at him again. He moved closer to her.“You came

here for what?” Marlena looked into his eyes; he both frightened and

captivated her. She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him and

that she wondered if they had perhaps shared a relationship in the

past from the nature of her dreams.“I came here to ask you a

question.” He moved a little closer; he could see how nervous it was

making her but she hadn’t tried to move away, until now. Marlena

turned and calmly took a couple of steps away, turning her back to

him for a moment as she carefully chose her words. “I was in an

accident and I was in a coma for a while.” John was surprised to hear

this – he wondered if they were in their respective comas at the same

time.

“I’ve had a hard time remembering certain things and I was wondering

if you and I knew each other before this evening?” She turned to look

at him again as she finished her question. John looked at her. He

wondered why she would be asking this question having just been

introduced tonight. Did she know Something?

“I don’t know.” John answered honestly. Marlena looked at him

curiously. “You don’t know?” She wondered how he could possibly not

know. “Well it seems as though you and I have something in

common.” Marlena looked at him. “Until recently I was also in a coma

after an accident and there are certain things that I’m having trouble

remembering too.” They both stood staring at each other, the

connection between them surging.

John could see her nipples hardening beneath the silk and it made

him ache, his cock throbbed. Marlena was still shaking and she could

feel the wetness between her legs building with the thought of them

having been together in the past. He knew she wanted him as much

as he wanted her, why else would she come here, why wouldn’t she

just ask her husband? “Is that the only reason you came all the way

up here?” John asked her in a very inferring tone. As he took a step

towards her, he could smell her arousal and it was intoxicating. She

didn’t run, but then again she was almost in a corner, and as she

looked into his eyes, she could see the lust and desire he truly had for

her now that he had her all to himself. She wondered if asking him had

really been her only motive for coming here or had she been secretly

hoping for more?

John watched as she searched for the answer. He knew if she hadn’t

had another motive she would have answered no before now. He

moved a little closer and she backed into the wall, quivering in both

fear and anticipation of what he would do next and what she hoped he

would do next. He now stood barely an inch from her, and she could

feel his breath on her. He could see her chest rising and falling as her

breathing increased; he was having the desired effect on her. “We

both know why you’re here.” His voice was almost cold and it made

her wonder if she was doing the right thing. Before she could think any

more he was on her, pushing her into the wall with his body, grabbing

her wrists and forcing them above her head. Tacking her to the wall

with just one of his powerful, massive hands, leaving his other hand

free, he looked down at his detainee. God she is so beautiful, he

thought. He couldn’t believe she was really here; this must be a

dream, just a vivid fantasy.

His empty hand brushed over her cheek tentatively, so gentle while he

held her in his iron grip. She lifted her head and looked up at him, his

eyes were cold as if he had his prey cornered. She could feel her body

melting into his without hesitation, regardless of what her mind told

her. She did want this, something deep within her was driving her to it,

wanting it, needing it. Marlena twisted her hips against his bulging

erection that was painfully pressing into her lower stomach. John’s

eyes almost closed as he groaned at the sensation she was creating

and he felt himself tremble to his very core. This isn’t supposed to

happen to him, he isn’t supposed to want; but he does want; he wants

her.

Quickly he takes her mouth with his. A deep, hard, violent kiss, his lips

smashing into hers, his searing tongue, probing, searching out hers. It

is a brutal kiss, a kiss of need, desperation and longing and she feels

every bit of it, kissing him back with abandon as her lips become

swollen and stretched. She grinds against him again, needing to touch

him but he will not release her hands yet. Suddenly his lips are gone

and she is dizzy and disoriented for the moment, as she looks up into

lust filled eyes. His grip on her wrists loosens and he reaches up to

take each one of her slender wrists in his hands and slowly lowers her

arms to her sides. Once there he pushes them gently against the wall

as if to say, “Keep them there.” Marlena does not move as he releases

her and take a step back, she watches as his eyes travel down her

body. He reaches out and tucks his index finger in the sash of her

robe. Tugging it, it opens and the sash falls at her sides. Still Marlena

does not move, she only watches.

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you

Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to tell

Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from

myself.

He has a wicked smile across his lips, he is enjoying himself, and she

could see that. He reached up and with just the tips of his index

fingers he pushed the robe up and off her shoulders, which sent the

garment billowing to the floor. The silk slid over Marlena’s skin and

gave her goose bumps. He applied the same technique to the straps

of her gown and sent it pooling around her ankles. He was pleasantly

surprised by what he saw. There she stood completely naked, save

for her high heeled slippers. He stood there in awe for a moment

before he was on her, pushing her to the wall again, crushing his lips

brutally into hers as he wedged his knee between her legs. Marlena

was now free to touch him and she did, caressing his face, wrapping

her arms around his shoulders, and pulling him closer. She could feel

the rough fabric of his pants rub against her freshly shaven pussy as

he continued to grind into her. It was only making her wetter.

She felt his hand go between her legs and touch her bare lips. She

shuddered and moaned into his mouth as she parted her legs wider.

His broad fingertips brushed over her clit and Marlena moaned again

into his mouth. Then without warning he pushed two fingers inside

her. At the same time he crushed his mouth harder to hers and thrust

his tongue in and out, keeping time with his fingers thrusting in and out

of her already dripping wet pussy. His free hand finding her breast,

squeezing, then moving to find her nipple, rolling it between his thumb

and fingers, lightly at first then increasing the pressure. Marlena

squirmed and moaned as she clenched down hard on his fingers and

sucked hard on his tongue. He had her ready to explode already.

John kept thrusting his tongue and his fingers into her hard and deep,

he could feel her tightening around him and he knew she was moving

closer to climax. He thought he could taste blood. Hedidn’t know if it

was her blood or his blood; he didn’t care.

He felt his cock screaming at him to be released; he pulled his fingers

out of her and pulled away from her lips, as she whimpered at the

loss. He looked at her leaning against the wall, a smear of blood

across her lips, her nostrils flaring as she tried to catch her breath and

recover. He unzipped his pants and pushed them, along with his

boxers, to his knees and then he stepped out of them. Marlena stared

in amazement at his beautifully manly body; so defined, so strong. Her

eyes dropped over his washboard abs and down to what she needed.

She smiled as she saw his thick, long cock, jerking and twitching

between his muscular thighs. John saw her reaction; he could tell she

was pleased and took it in his hand and stroked it as she watched

him.

A part of him couldn’t believe this was happening; a fantasy he wasn’t

supposed to fantasize about, was now naked and willing before him.

The mercenary in him told him it was wrong; she’s the boss’s wife,

she’s a woman, she’s dangerous and she’s unnecessary. But

something inside him would not let this pass. He wanted her and he

was going to have her. He pounced on her, shoving her into the wall

again. His mouth seized hers in a less brutal but incredibly passionate

kiss. Marlena was dizzy and dripping wet. A part of her couldn’t

believe she was here, cheating on her husband with his associate but

a part of her knew that this was right. She kissed him back with equal

fervor, her leg lifting and wrapping tightly around his.

I want to fuck you like an animal

I want to feel you from the inside

I want to fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to god

John grabbed both her legs and brought them up around his waist as

he pushed her up and tighter against the wall. He positioned himself

and didn’t waste time. He entered her, plunging himself deep within

her to the hilt. Marlena started to cry out but he quickly covered her

mouth with his in a silencing kiss. He didn’t move, he remained

nestled in her velvety warmth, feeling her twitching and trembling

around him. His kisses became softer as her cries died down quickly.

He could feel her adjusting to him, relaxing around him, welcoming

him. God, this felt so right, he thought as he slowly broke the kiss and

looked down at her. At first her eyes were closed but she slowly

opened them and looked up at him. John looked down at her,

something in her eyes warmed him to his very core, something about

her made him want her, need her.

She could feel him getting a better grip on her, so Marlena wrapped

her arms and legs tighter around him, preparing herself for what she

knew was to come. John continued looking down into Marlena’s eyes

as he slowly pulled out of her, almost all the way. She felt dizzy and

groaned softly at his exit. He waited briefly then he thrust into her

again, again to the hilt. Marlena’s head slumped forward and she bit

his shoulder, hard to stifle her cries. The pain he felt only made him

thrust harder and faster into her over and over, soon she was

whimpering and moaning and neither of them cared if anyone heard.

He ploughed into her with everything he had, driving himself in all way

before pulling out all the way, pummeling her pussy repeatedly.

Marlena was lost in the physical waves of her impending orgasm, she

could feel herself tightening around him, her body quivering and

shaking from the powerful sensations.

You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything

Help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell

Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else

John could feel himself falling apart, falling into this, falling into her. He

told himself not to love her, not to let her inside, but for some reason

his heart refused to listen. He could feel her tensing and quaking

around him and he knew she was close, very close. He wanted this to

be good for her, the best she’d ever had and he began to pump her

rhythmically; long, hard, deep strokes. He kissed her again and then

pulled back to watch her face as she came, for him. Marlena moaned

and bucked her hips in time with his, clenching down hard on him

each time he entered her and pulling at him as he retreated. She knew

he felt it, for he groaned every time she did it. She wanted to make

him feel good. Something about this was just so right, she felt a

connection to him and a deep need to be with him.

As John slid in and out of her he could hear the wet noises and looked

down to watch himself going into her and coming out of her. His cock

glistening with her juices, he watched as her lips enveloped him, he

could feel her squeezing him and god did it feel so good, he thought,

as he closed his eyes and pounded into her mercilessly. Marlena’s

back arched involuntarily and her head rolled back, as the first waves

began to overtake her. John watched her face again, wanting to see

her as she came. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth half open as

she whimpered and moaned, mumbling incoherently. John could see

and feel her body shaking, the sight and the feel and the sound of her

pushed him closer to the edge.

I want to fuck you like an animal

I want to feel you from the inside

I want to fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to god

John began to grunt and pound harder and faster into her, grinding his

hips hard against hers. Marlena could feel him swelling and twitching

inside her, she squeezed him with all her might again and again as he

drove into her. She could feel another orgasm overtaking her and she

flooded over him just as he erupted in an earth shattering orgasm.

“Oh, God, John.” “Oh, God, Doc.” They came together, he pressed her

into the wall and slumped against her as both their bodies continued

to tremble together and kissed her tenderly and passionately as they

both tried to come down from the pinnacle they had soared to,

together.

Through every forest, above the trees

Within my stomach, scraped off my knees

I drink the honey inside your hive

You are the reason I stay alive

John gently carried her to his tiny cot and lay her down, he crawled in

next to her and pulled the blanket up over them both and he held

Marlena there in his arms. They lay there in silence, almost a

reverence for what they had just done and just felt. After a time when

she had come down a bit more, Marlena raised her head and looked

at John. “What?” He looked puzzled.“What did you call me?” John

looked at her surprised, he had no idea what she was talking about,.

“What I called you when?” “When we came together you called

something.” John tried to think but he was kind of hazy about the

ending, he shook his head.“Maybe? What do you think I called

you?”Marlena thought for a moment. “I’m not sure exactly, it kind of

sounded something like, Doc.” As soon as she said it, John

remembered saying it. “Yeah, I did call you that.”“Why?” John thought

hard; he had no clue as to why he would refer to her like that.“I don’t

know.” He looked at her in all seriousness.

Chapter 6

Marlena rested her chin against John’s chest as it continued to replay

again and again in her mind, “Doc.” Her head began to ache from all

of it and she closed her eyes tightly trying to shut it out for now, she

turned her cheek and laid it softly on his chest. She could hear the

beating of his heart, loud and strong as her fingertips dallied through

the dark hairs, occasionally raking over his nipple, eliciting a tiny gasp,

accompanied by a slight twitch on John’s behalf.

John was troubled by it, he knew it mean something and that’s what

scared him. A wave of fear washed over him as he wondered again if

they had intimate before and their amour discovered, causing each of

their respective accidents. The mercenary within him screamed, ditch

the bitch, get as far away from her as humanly possible before she

destroyed the both of them. This was quickly overridden by the fear of

what might happen to her, if they were found out. John shuddered, he

knew better than anyone what the Boss was capable of, the lengths

he would go to exact his revenge on those who crossed him.

Marlena reluctantly opened her eyes to glance at the tiny travel alarm

clock next to the bed. She sighed softly, soon she would have to leave

him and go back to her room before the servants began to awaken.

She didn’t want to waste what precious little time they had left together

trying to figure this all out, it was going to take time and more

investigation to get to the bottom of this. Stefano would be home

within a few hours and that he had plans for his associate. She was

suddenly terrified that she’d never see him again, she wrapped herself

more tightly around him and John instinctively drew her closer.

John tried not to think about leaving her here, alone with the Boss. The mere thought of

it made him ache deep within his soul, not

only for fear of leaving her here to incur the wrath of the Boss alone

should they be found out but in leaving her at all. The idea of it was

painful, a fate almost worse than death. To not be able to see her

again, to be near her, to smell her perfume and her arousal. To never

gaze into those amazing hazel eyes that could drew him in and

devoured him in rapturous splendor. He could see forever in her eyes,

a place away from the pain and madness, a place of safety and

shelter from the maelstrom, a place where he felt human again.

Marlena raised herself up and looked into John’s eyes, she almost

took his breath in an instant and he lay there captivated by her beauty,

by those eyes. “Make love to me again before I have to leave.” Her

voice was raspy and soft and it resounded through him in gentle

ripples and he surrendered without question to its luxuriant

sensations. It was supposed to be an unfamiliar feeling, but it was

somehow richly familiar. She leaned down and placed her lips gently

to his and John pulled her tighter and into a deeper kiss. He could feel

his cock jumping to attention as he lost himself in her.

He gently rolled her over, never breaking the kiss. Marlena’s arms

were wrapped tightly around John’s neck as she sucked his tongue

greedily, while his hand made its way to her breast. Marlena arched

her back pushing her breast further into John’s hand as he kneaded it,

catching the nipple between his fingers and pinching it slightly making

it become even more erect. Marlena squirmed and moaned as she

continued to press her breast into his palm. John then moved to her

other breast and repeated the process while he continued to ravage

her mouth. Marlena wriggled and moaned into John’s mouth as she

felt her lips throbbing and her juices leaking out.

The cool air rushed over the wetness that was now beginning to form

once again on her bare lips. It was yet another overwhelming feeling

of pleasure that caused goose bumps to appear everywhere. John

took notice and knew how turned on she was right now and he just

wanted to slam into her and never come out. He wanted to wait

though, this might be the last time would ever see her again. He

wanted to savor this moment and have it be just as memorable if not

more so then the previous time. John moved until he was suspended

on his elbows above.

At long last he tore his lips from hers and stared down at her. Marlena

quivered as she looked into his blue eyes, they penetrated her soul so

deeply and touched her very core. The thought of leaving him was too

much and she tried to concentrate on right now. The only thing she

knew for certain right now was that she wanted him inside her again,

filling her with his seed. John’s head slowly dipped and she felt his hot

breath graze her ear, again goose bumps washed over her. He took

her wrists and pinned them above her head as he looked down at her

again, suddenly John was flooded with feelings of deja vu as he

hovered above her in this position.

He closed his eyes and embraced the feeling, it was just so

wonderfully right. She had awakened something buried deep inside

him, something he’d thought had long ago been beaten and

programmed out of him. He lowered his head again and let his tongue

brush across her earlobe. Marlena gasped and squiggled as John

made contact with her ear again, letting his tongue dip into her ear

before moving down to suck the lobe. Marlena moaned softly, “Oh

yes, baby.” John continued licking and nibbling at her ear and Marlena

grew more wet and more needy.

John proceeded to kiss and lick and nibble his way down her jaw line

and then down her neck. Marlena’s head turned giving him full access

as he slowly worked her into a frenzy. He took his sweet time,

relishing the feel of her skin, the taste of her perspiration as he worked

his was across her shoulder and over her collarbone. In one swift

move John placed both her slender wrists into one hand and brought

his newly free hand down to tenderly maul her breasts once again.

Marlena moaned softly and writhing as her back arched high.

Marlena felt his soft kisses meandering down her chest, his searing

tongue poking out now and then to leave a wet trail behind, indelibly

branding her as his. His kisses lead to her breast and he slowly kisses

his way around it while he released her hands. He now had both her

breast in his hands as his tongue flicked over her hard nipple and

Marlena moaned loudly and then bit her lip to quiet herself. She

gripped his head, her fingers entangled in his hair, gently tugging him

to her desired destination. John knew what she wanted and with that

he engulfed a nipple, suckling it hard as he worked the tip of his

tongue back and forth across it. He took her other nipple between his

fingers and rolled it back and forth at the same time, lightly tweaking it.

Marlena’s hips rose high off the bed as she swallowed a moan, she

almost came from this exquisite agony as he switched sides and

duplicated his efforts. Her hips thrusting up into the air as her head

thrashed from side to side. John’s fingers continued to manipulate her

nipples as he began kissing his way down her ribcage and over her

abdomen. Marlena’s hips slowed but kept involuntarily gyrating as her

legs parted. John lips worked their way along her pelvic bone,

scorching her flesh and fueling her fire.

He took a deep breath drinking in her scent, he never wanted to forget

1. His hands at last left her breasts, her nipples were hard as

diamonds and now ached and throbbed in unison with her pussy.

John’s hands now moved to slide under her ass, taking a cheek in

each hand and lifting her upward. Marlena gasped softly and again bit

her lip trying to prepare herself what she knew was about to happen.

John couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to taste her, to feel her on

his mouth. His tongue snaked across her bare lips and Marlena

swallowed another moan and her hips twisted, attempting to move

against his tongue. John smiled and sent his tongue plunging past her

swollen pink lips and directly into her hole. Marlena’s hips again rose

high off the bed and John gripped her ass tightly and pulled her to his

mouth began to tongue fuck her. Marlena’s strong muscles convulsed

trying to grasp his tongue as she rocked her hips to meet his thrusts.

She could feel herself getting closer, that tightening in the pit of her

stomach that signaled she was near.

Just slide two fingers inside her wetness along with his tongue and

Marlena’s body tensed, he looked up to see her eyes were clenched

tightly shut. Her hands grasping the bed sheets, threatening to tear

them to shreds. Just then he let his tongue rise as his plunged his

fingers deeper into her. John’s tongue flitted over her engorged clit

and it sent Marlena into the throes of ecstasy and she quickly began

to flood over John’s tongue. He just as quickly hurried to lap up her

sweet nectar. He wanted to enter her quickly while she was still

convulsing from the orgasm.

Marlena was in a daze, her body still jerking and twitching as she felt

him move above her. Her eyes opened and she looked up into the

eyes of her lover as he entered her. She began to cry out but John

quickly covered her mouth with his as he worked his way completely

inside her and held himself there. When she’d calmed down a bit he

pulled back and allowed her to catch her breath, as he balanced

himself atop her. Their were locked, gazing into the very depths of one

another’s souls.

John slowly began to move, Marlena’s legs rose to encompass John’s

midsection as her heels dug into his lower back. John began to move

in and out of her slowly at first but gradually gaining momentum. He

felt every muscle inside her grasping him, pulling at him and it

threatened to send him toppling over the edge. Marlena worked in

accord with his as she met each thrust before clamping down on him

tightly. John growled deep in his throat at every contraction of her tight

muscles. Marlena knew it felt good and she twisted her hips just a bit

to add to his pleasure, surprisingly adding to her own as well. They

both fought to stave off their impending orgasms, neither of them

wanting this to come to an end not yet.

John submerged himself as deeply as possible with each stroke.

Marlena could feel him hitting her cervix and she clenched down on

him tightly as her hands drifted over his chest each finding a nipple

and taking it between her fingers and gently rolling. John’s head shot

back and he inhaled sharply this was going to make him cum. She

released them and John’s head rolled forward and dropped for a

moment before he lifted it to look into her eyes again. He began to

pump her with long, steady strokes that jarred the tiny cot and making

the springs squeak loudly.

John scooped her up without leaving her and laid her down on the

floor and they positioned themselves again. John looked down into her

half lidded eyes, he knew she was as near as he was and he began to

thrust into her with all his might. Marlena’s body tensed again and she

grasped him tightly with her arms and legs as he pummeled her. She

began to scoot across the dingy rug as she held on for dear life. Still

gazing into his hypnotic blue eyes she felt herself begin to spasm

around him and John could feel it too, he needed no further

encouragement and he let himself go. Ramming into her again and

again as he felt her contracting around him.

Marlena’s body shook as she came hard, her eyes fluttered shut and

images flashed through her mind, images of them, together and it

wasn’t one of her erotic dreams either. She clung to him as he body

continued to quiver and she felt him shooting deep inside her. She

worked her tight muscles to milk every drop into her, she wanted it all

inside her. John’s eyes were darkened as he stared down into hers,

he wanted to say he loved her but instead he brought his lips to hers

in a passionate kiss that spoke far louder than any words every could

as he gently rested himself on top of her, neither of them willing to be

separated just yet.

After a long bout of tender kisses and gentle caresses Marlena at last

gathered the nerve to look at the clock, it was time to go, now. “Oh, I

have to go now.” John reluctantly withdrew from her and rolled off as

she quickly jumped up and dressed again. John slipped into his

trousers as he watched her get dressed. “You’ll be leaving today,

won’t you?” Marlena looked at him, he could see the tears forming

there as she slipped into the high heeled slippers.

“That is the plan, but…” he paused, hesitating to say it and get both

their hopes up, “I might be able to delay it one day.” Marlena rushed to

kiss him goodbye, John stood there frozen, all he could do was watch

as she opened the door and turned to look at him again. She gave him

the sweetest smile before the door closed behind her. As it did John

felt a profound sense of loss at her leaving and he curled up on the cot

for a quick nap and dreams of her. Marlena tiptoed back to her room,

secure in the knowledge that she’d been undetected, but she hadn’t

been.

Chapter 7

Marlena slipped in to her bedroom, locking the door behind her,

confident that she had managed to avoid any prying eyes. Her heart

raced as she quickly rushed to turn back the bedding, making the bed

appear slept in before hurriedly undressing and stepping into a

steaming shower. The hot water pulsated against her skin, burning

and stinging at first then transforming into a heated tingle that rivaled

the one she still felt inside for this stranger in her midst. Marlena

begrudgingly washed away his scent from her skin. She closed her

eyes and thoughts of him flooded her mind.

She thought of when he backed her into the wall, the way he entered

her with such force. How good he felt as he slammed into her again

and again. She was overcome with the feeling that it was right, it was

supposed to be this way, with him. She thought of the way he tasted,

the way he felt. How wonderful his hands felt as they explored her

body, touching her most intimate places making them come to life. Her

hand traveled down her body as she thought of him, of how good he

felt inside her and how much she wanted to be with him again and

again. Marlena felt a twinge of guilt when she thought of her husband

and how she had violated her vows to him, but the feelings she held

for this man, this stranger, were so exceedingly genuine as if it were

predestined and utterly undeniable.

Marlena touched her still engorged lips and felt her juices immediately

begin to flow. She parted her lips and set two fingers directly onto her

clit as she imagined his tongue, traversing a path that sent her

spiraling out of control. Marlena braced herself against the steamy tile

with her free hand as her head fell forward and her fingers moved with

more urgency. Moaning softly through sealed lips as she increased

the pressure as well the speed until her legs began to tremble and her

mind was deluged with thoughts of him. She could feel his cock inside

her, stretching her, opening her forever unto him.

Her mind was ablaze with thoughts of John, their hands exploring,

their mouths tasting, making love and fucking. She whimpered and

came hard, her fingers slowed to a stop and Marlena lifted her head

and she slowly opened her heavy lidded eyes. She couldn’t believe

the effect this man was having on her, why was so she inexplicably

drawn to him, why did she feel as though she couldn’t go on another

day without him there with her. She tried to shake off the feeling as

she quickly finished showering. She knew she had to quell these

thoughts at least for now, Stefano would be returning soon and she

feared he would notice a decided change in her.

As she dried and powdered herself, Marlena tried hard not to think

about him but that was apparently becoming impossible. In less than

twenty four hours John Black, her husband’s business associate had

managed to cause her to lose complete control, violate her marriage

vows and making her want to do it again and again without shame or

regret. She went into her bedroom and dressed for breakfast,

choosing a simple white sundress and sandals. Marlena pulled back

part of her long blonde locks and clipped it behind her head. She

selected her favorite perfume, dabbing it behind her ears, on her

wrists and a tad down her ample cleavage.

Marlena gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror; there was so

much she didn’t know so much she needed to know about herself,

about her life and about him. Was she the kind of woman who slept

with all her husband’s business associates? Was that why her

husband kept her isolated here on this remote desert isle, hidden

away from the world, a prisoner in Shangri-La? Deep in her heart

Marlena knew that couldn’t be true. These feelings she had for John

Black weren’t simply lust, no mere infatuation. They ran much deeper,

far too strong to be so easily explained away. Even though she had

only met him just last night, she felt as though she had known him for

a lifetime.

Again her mind drifted to the events of last night, of how his touch

ignited her, awakening something enigmatic within the darkest

recesses of her soul. Marlena wanted, needed answers. She brushed

back the fallen bangs from her face and sighed heavily as she turned

and proceeded down to breakfast. Vigilant eyes watching her every

move.

A faint smile crossed John’s lips as he hugged his pillow tightly while

he dreamt of her. He could feel her body next to his, her hands

roaming his body, seeking out his cock and caressing it. Her mouth

assertively claiming his in a deep kiss that made this seemingly

indestructible tower of strength quiver like a weak-kneed schoolboy.

He could taste her juices on his lips, he feel the velvety softness of her

bare mound against his tongue as he ravenous lapped her essence.

John could hear her whimpers and moans and the way she gasped as

he entered her. He could feel her breath against his skin, indelibly

branding him for all eternity, as hers. Those inescapable eyes gazing

lovingly into his own, holding him spellbound within their grasp. She

had gotten to him like no one ever could, no beating, no amount of

brainwashing could achieve what she had with just a fleeting glance.

John’s respite was invaded by horrific imagery of the Boss clutching

her slender throat in his massive paw. His black eyes boring into John

as his thick fingers tightened their grip around Marlena’s throat. “I

know what you’ve done and now you will watch her die before I kill

you.” The boss’s seething voice echoed through his subconscious as

he watched Marlena struggling for air, her larynx being crushed as he

stood by, helplessly chained to the wall and forced to watch as her

eyes pleaded with him for mercy.

He bolted from his sleep screaming, “Nooooooooooo!” His heart

pounding as his eyes scoured the room and its surroundings. A sigh of

relief echoed in the empty room, thank god it was only a dream he

thought. Looking at the clock he knew breakfast was soon to be

served and the boss’s return was imminent, he grabbed his bag and

trotted off to the bathroom for a quick shower.

John closed his eyes as the hot water showered down over him, his

thoughts were of her. She had gotten inside his head and refused to

vacate, not that he wanted her to. In a single day she had proven the

heart he’d long ago thought had withered and died was indeed alive

and well and now beating because of her, for her. As he remembered

her embrace, the sweet smell of her arousal, the way she trembled

against him. John’s hand found his already erect cock and he stroked

himself as he recalled how wet, how tight she was as he entered her.

He fell back against the tile with a thud as he pumped and envisioned

her there with him, her mouth enveloping him, sucking hungrily while

her hands worked in unison with her soft, hot mouth. He wanted to be

inside her now and forever, holding her close, loving, protecting her

and feeling like a human being again, something he didn’t think would

ever be possible again.

John’s legs quaked beneath him as he erupted, shooting his cum

against the shower door. Slowly he opened his eyes and he finished

his shower in a hazy fog of her as she surrounded his entire being.

Dressing John was overcome with feelings of dread and fear, would

the boss instinctively know what had happened, would he be able to

detect it? John was inundated with feelings of guilt, he should have

sent her away when she came to him, for her sake. By allowing her in

he could have possibly sealed her doom and he would never forgive

himself if anything happened to her.

Bolstering his courage John tried to assume the coldhearted

mercenary persona as he headed down to breakfast, hoping against

hope that the boss would be unaware.

Chapter 8

As Marlena descended the grand staircase the soles of her sandals

clicked against the fine Italian marble, below she spied Jimmy, the

aging major domo of this palatial paradise busily attending to the

countless flower arrangements that adorned every nook and cranny of

the mansion. Lifting his elderly, but still vibrant blue eyes he was

treated to the delightful sight of his beloved mistress, smiling down at

him as she glided gracefully down the stairs.

“Good morning, Jimmy.” Marlena said cheerfully.

“Good mornin’, Missus.” Jimmy said, his thick accent rolling off his

tongue. “Again, might I say what a true joy ‘tis to ‘ave you back

amongst us, and more beautiful than ever.”

Marlena giggled, “Still the charmer aren’t you.”

Jimmy chuckled lightly, giving her a nod and a wink.

“Has my husband returned yet?” She asked, a bit of apprehension in

her voice.

“No, missus. ‘e telephoned early this mornin’ to say ‘is flight ‘as been

delayed by bad weather. ‘e won’t return until near nightfall.” Jimmy

informed her, noting the anxiety in her tone.

Marlena felt a sense of momentary relief in hearing that Stefano had

yet to return. The notion of not having to face him just quite yet, while

only temporary, was a much welcomed reprieve.

“Thank you, Jimmy.” Marlena said smiling and turned towards the

dining hall. She was unsettled by her familiarity with the old man. He

was so familiar and yet such a stranger to her. Jimmy ascertained that

she seemed relieved by the news and eyes followed her until she

vanished behind the massive mahogany doors of the dining room.

Marlena saw a veritable feast laid out on the dining table, fruits,

cheeses; freshly baked breads accompanied the usual fair of bacon,

sausage and three kinds of eggs. It all looked and smelled so inviting,

she had worked up quite and appetite from her nocturnal adventure.

Marlena’s head quickly snapped as she heard the door opening, her

heart leapt in anticipation of seeing John again, only to be let down by

the sight of a servant entering with a samovar of freshly brewed tea.

Her healthy appetite instantly disappeared suddenly when pangs of

shame and remorse washed over her. How could she feel so grateful

in knowing that her husband would not be returning for hours? How

could she feel so giddy at the thought of seeing her illicit lover yet

again so soon after a sinful night of such deceitful transgressions?

What kind of a woman was she? She was beginning to think that she

really didn’t want to know about herself at all.

When the samovar was in place she slowly made her way towards it,

pouring herself a cup of tea then walked back to the dining table and

plopped down in the chair. If Stefano’s return had been delayed, then

so might John’s departure be delayed as well? The idea of spending

just a few more precious hours with him both excited and sickened

her. How could she want to be with him again? How could she so

relish the idea of such malfeasance? God help her, she did, with all

her heart and soul she did.

John trotted down the staircase, his heart racing with the expectancy

of seeing her face again, just once more. It pushed aside any dread

he felt at the thought of seeing the Boss’ face again. The feeling was a

new one and a bit scary, no woman, no mission, no object, no amount

of money had ever before made him contemplate betraying the Boss,

much less making him want to do it again. He took a deep breath and

attempted to bury the feeling deep within him, lest the Boss detect it.

John was a master of lying or whatever else it took to obtain his goal,

in the past that had been reserved solely for the benefit of the Boss,

but now he had his own ambitions, his own agenda something that

was unfamiliar to him, but in this case, much desired.

The heavy door swung open and John entered the dining room, fully

expecting to see Stefano’s black eyes staring back at him. There sat

Marlena at the enormous table, alone. Her hazel eyes rising to meet

his cobalt blue, peering, penetrating his very soul, quickly eroding his

resolve at a stoic front. She looked so tiny seated in the huge wooden

chair, behind the gargantuan table decorated with its plethora of

delicacies. John could see the fear and the shame in those

marvelously mesmerizing eyes, but he could also see pure desire

there. He saw the faint smile that rose to her lips, which she found

impossible to quell at just the mere sight of him. How she nervously

adjusted herself, straightening and squirming a bit, and the slight

tremble in her hand as she placed her teacup onto its saucer, it was

all because of him.

What he wanted most in the world was to rush to her side, fall to his

knees, take her slender, delicate hand in rough paws and profess his

undying love for her, before ripping that flimsy dress off her, throwing

her onto the floor and fucking her brains out as many times as he

could before collapsing beside her in rapturous exhaustion. The

movement of a nearby servant ended his daydream however and he

calmly made his way to the table, seating himself directly across from

her.

“Good morning, Mr. Black, I trust you slept well.” She said.

“I did indeed thank you and good morning to you.” He retorted with a

sly grin. “So is the Boss back yet?” He asked pouring himself a cup of

coffee and eyeing the delicious spread, he was famished.

“No, my husband has been delayed due to the weather and won’t be

returning until this evening.” Marlena told him with a fake air of

nonchalance, while sitting on her hands to keep them from visibly

shaking.

John nearly jumped for joy at the idea of being alone with her all day.

He felt like a condemned man who’d just received a stay of execution.

He quickly filled his plate with a hearty portion of everything and

quickly began to devour it. While the food filled his stomach, he would

not be satiated until he could taste her again, until he could savor her

essence upon his palate just once more, although John knew it would

only leave him wanting for more.

As Marlena watched him gobble his food, it caused her mind to

wander. To how much she wanted to feel his lips upon hers, to feel his

searing tongue against her bare flesh, to feel his teeth nibbling at her

most tender places, feasting upon her until he had completely

consumed her within him. She felt herself growing wet at the idea and

she began to try and devise a way of being with him, just once more,

but this would be no mean feat in broad daylight and with a house full

of alert servants.

Marlena’s hunger pangs began to override her pangs of guilt and she

reached for a grape. They exchanged longing glances and the silence

between them was awkward and deafening. There was so much she

wanted to say, so much she had to tell him but it would all have to

wait.

John stared intently as she rolled a green grape daintily between her

fingertips; his thoughts turned just a few short hours ago and how soft

those fingers felt as they trailed along his skin. He watched in awe as

she ever so slowly brought it to her luscious lips and how they slowly

tightened around it, making him give a slight groan. He watched as

she slowly sucked into her waiting mouth. Oh how he wished he were

a grape right now. He swallowed the mouthful of food and tried to

think of a plan to get her out of the house and away from the throng of

nosy employees.

She picked up a banana letting her fingers run up and down over its

hard exterior, before grasping it firmly in one hand and slowly peeling

back the skin. John nearly choked on a piece of bacon as he watched

her bring it slowly to her mouth, her lips parting sensuously before

engulfing nearly half of it in her mouth. Her eyes skirted about making

certain no one was watching before she let it slide back out again

before biting off a large chuck. His cock already semi-erect now rose

to full attention at the display.

Marlena could see him shifting uncomfortably in his chair and so she

again brought the ripe fruit to her lips, pretending it was his delicious

cock. Her tongue darted just briefly before she opened her mouth,

licking the tip of it. Then she placed a large portion of it in her mouth

and let half of it slide back out again before biting of the next piece.

She wished John’s cock were in her mouth right now, he tasted and

felt so good in her mouth.

John almost came then and there, but he took a deep breath and told

himself, ‘save it, make her pay for this torturous spectacle later.’

She knew it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to go off alone, exploring

the rather expansive island, so a late morning jaunt wouldn’t arouse

suspicion. She had to think of a destination and then a way to let him

know just where to find her. Suddenly it came to her, Marlena

remembered a brief conversation with one of the many gardeners in

which he mentioned a beautiful waterfall, deep in the interior of the

island. The man told her that while the journey would be a bit arduous,

through the dense, unkempt jungle but the beauty of the spot was well

worth the trek.

Marlena continued the banana eating ritual, glancing at John who sat

transfixed until she’d finished every last bite, dropping the limp peel

onto her plate and then ever so slowly licking her fingertips while she

batted her eyes at him.

“I think that since my husband’s arrival has been postponed, I’ll go for

a walk.” She stated, reaching for her teacup.

“Anyplace in particular?” John asked and inhaled the remaining food

on his plate.

“Well, since I’ve explored every piece negotiable coastline, I think I’ll

head into the interior of the island. Someone told me about a beautiful

waterfall located near the center of the island, I think I’ll try and find it.”

She stated in a matter of fact manner. “What are you plans for today?”

John’s brain cells scrambled for an answer. Swallowing the last bit of

food and washing it down with the last drop of coffee in his cup, as he

hit upon the reply. “I think I’ll go down to the airfield and make sure my

plane is ready for take off.”

“I think I’ll change before I go.” Marlena said rising from her chair and

tossing the napkin beside her plate.

John stood up, “Be careful, the interior of this island is uninhabited and

densely overgrown, it could be a little dangerous.” John said with a

half grin.

“I certainly hope so, I could use a little excitement, besides I have a

feeling I’ll be very safe.” She tried to be as cool and collected as she

possibly could, but she couldn’t suppress a smile or her desire.

“Good day to you then Mrs. DiMera.” John said.

“Good day to you Mr. Black.” Marlena said as she strode out of the

dining room.

It was all John could do to resist the urge to watch her walk out of

sight.

Chapter 9

Practically running, Marlena sped to her room. Even before the door

had fully closed her sundress went flying, floating down to a crumpled

mass on the floor. Kicking off her sandals carelessly in opposite

directions as she dashed to the bureau. Opening a drawer she

retrieved a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a white tank top, and vaulted

into them while snatching a pair thick, knee-socks from another

drawer before bolting to the closet and seizing her hiking boots from

the closet floor, slipping them on and lacing them up in record time.

John gave it an acceptable amount of time before he too exited the

dining room and out the door, hustling to reach the airfield on the

opposite side of the island to put in an appearance before slipping off

to find her.

Marlena gave herself the once over in the mirror, she adjusted her

ponytail and started out of the room. Spying the camera on a nearby

table, grabbed it, placing the strap around her neck, confident that she

looked the part of the sightseeing hiker she headed off, in search of a

waterfall and the hopes of one final trip to paradise.

As she made her way down from the lofty perch the mansion rested

upon she could see John in the distance, running towards the airfield.

She hurried along the path that lead down to the rest of the island and

as she did she passed Lucien, working amongst the shrubbery.

“Good day Mrs. DiMera.” He chimed surprising Marlena whose

thoughts were elsewhere.

“Good morning Lucien.” She replied.

“Lovely day isn’t it.” Lucien said, looking up into the bright skies.

“Yes, yes it is Lucien. I’m off the find that waterfall you told me about.”

She informed him.

“It’s one of the loveliest I’ve ever seen, there is a pristine crystal pool

surrounding it. Wonderful place for a swim after a journey on such a

warm day. Take care Mrs. DiMera, the interior is undeveloped and the

terrain can be rough going at times.” Lucien told her.

“Thank you Lucien, I’ll be careful.” Marlena said and began trotting off,

a distinct lilt in her voice and in her stride, her ponytail kept time with

her rapid gait.

She reached a point along the trail which she garnered to be almost

dead center of the island, if she continued to follow the path it would

led her to the beach on the eastern side of the island, a place she had

already extensively explored. She stepped off the manicured trail and

into the brush.

As she moved further away from the mansion and nearer to the

dense, uninhabited jungle interior, Marlena’s thoughts moved further

away from Stefano and closer to John and what was to come. Last

night replaying in her head. How wonderful John’s skin felt against

hers, how tremendous his huge cock felt, filling her up. How right it felt

being with him, even though it was so wrong. But how could it be

wrong, what she felt for John went deeper than anything she’d felt for

the man she was married to. She felt as if she knew everything about

this stranger and almost nothing about her own husband.

She knew that when Stefano returned tonight he would no longer take

no for an answer; the mere thought of his plump hands on her now

made her skin crawl. She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind

and focus on the here and now and on being given this gift of one last

day with John.

The jungle began to envelop her, the thick forest of palm and cypress

trees began to blot out the sun and the giant ferns brushed against her

legs making them tingle or maybe it was the thought of John touching

her again that was making her tingle, she didn’t know, she didn’t care,

she liked it. The further she went the slower she moved over the rough

terrain, the sounds of tropical birds filled the air and the aroma of wet

earth and wild flowers wafted around her.

John had gone from a fast gait into a full throttle dash. He had to make

it to the airfield on the other side of the island and put in an

appearance, just to cover his tracks. There were only two men on duty

when he arrived and John was relieved, it would be easier to sneak off

without being noticed. He greeted the men, informing them of his

plans to ready the plane for take off and then he disappeared into the

hanger. He had to figure out a way to slip out without being noticed,

but he worried one of the men would come looking for him, to offer

their assistance, to make idle chit chat or check up on his activities, he

had to make certain he wouldn’t be bothered.

He climbed into cockpit and did a quick check of the instruments;

everything was in perfect order, just as he’d left it. Then he

remembered the bottle of two bottles of whiskey he’d stashed along

with his gear for emergency purposes. John knew these guys had to

bore out of their minds stuck out here in the middle of nowhere and

would welcome a release from that boredom. So he pulled out one of

the bottles and wandered outside and headed towards the control

room, he spotted to two men leaning again the building smoking

cigarettes and John smiled and waved the bottle at them and pointed

towards the control room.

Drinking on the job was against the Boss’ rules, but these guys

weren’t hardcore like he was so John knew they’d be inclined to break

the rules. Both men looked at each other and then smiled and tossed

their cigarettes down and followed John inside.

“It’s party time gentleman.” John chuckled pulling up a chair, the men

did the same and John proceeded to break the seal and open the

bottle, making sure he took to first swig to alleviate any fear they might

have that this was a set up to get them in trouble. The men gladly

joined in.

Each time the bottle was passed to John he only pretended to drink

from it, wiping the residue from his lips and passing it on. When the

bottle was half empty, John could tell both men were well on their way

to being drunk. He encouraged them to drink up and they did until the

bottle was thoroughly drained. John gave an academy award winning

performance of being blind drunk; he suggested retrieving his other

bottle from the hanger and the two men cheered him on.

John got up and staggered from the control room and along the

pathway to the hanger, once inside he quickly grabbed the other

bottle, hoping that the men would pass out soon. Swaggering back to

the control room he found them both fast asleep, sitting the bottle

down on his chair he snatched a map of the island and located the

waterfall. Dashing off into the nearby jungle, hoping Marlena would

still be waiting for him.