Luke cuddles me to him and disarms me with his kisses. I giggle in joy to have made it safely back home.
“I will never again disrespect your friends,” I say, and mean it.
“I believe you,” he says, rising to his feet with me in his arms. He carries me to our bed and tenderly lowers me down. He lies on top of me, encompassing me with his body.
I am no longer lost; he has found me again.
“I love you,” he says. Imprisoning my lips with his, he kisses me deeply, absorbing me into him. We are one; there is no differentiation between us. He nuzzles my neck and kisses his way to my nipples, seducing them with his tongue.
“Oh,” I whimper, “I’ve missed you so much … this so much.”
He stretches my arms up and takes in my smell, lingering as he makes his way down my body. I appreciate the attention, but I have been ready for him since the moment he opened the door to the house and my heart.
Burying his nose in my pussy, he kneads my thighs, working closer to my lips. I groan out, “Yesss,” when he pushes two fingers inside me. Driving his fingers in and out while licking my clit, he makes me squirm with his delectable administrations.
I have never needed anyone so much. I will do whatever it takes to keep him.
He rocks my world with his tongue and fingers, compelling an explosive orgasm. “Oh god, Luke, yes, oh please, oh yessssss.”
“I love to hear you cum, Janey,” he says, tilting his head so I can see his gray eyes. Hovering his body over mine, he orders, “Taste yourself,” as he lowers his mouth.
Smelling my cum on his face, I lick his lips, coaxing his tongue to dance and duel with mine. In one fierce stroke he plunders me with his tongue and cock.
Wrapping my legs around him I hang on for the ride. His penetration, brimming with passion and ownership, relieves all my pain and fear. He rescues me with every plunge.
Watching his face, I know the lion’s roar is eminent. As my insides expand, we trip over, riding the highway of sated lust together.
I reached down and touched the accumulated wetness from my fantasy. Wanting to cum, I instead behaved as Luke would have wanted me to. I did not have his permission and I would not betray his trust.
Even in my crazed state, I knew my fantasy was a Pollyanna version of reality.
Cradling the pillow to me I stared off, not really seeing what was right in front of me.
* * *
“Bella? Jane? How are you feeling?” Marcello said, jarring me out of my dazed state.
I smiled but said nothing.
My smile must have been more of a simper, because he said, “That good, huh? Well, I hope you will let me try to cheer you up. I brought home a few things for you.”
I looked up at him; his enthusiasm couldn’t penetrate my depression.
He left the room but quickly returned with flowers and a couple of paperback books.
“Flowers? Really? Thanks, I guess. I mean I can see what you are trying to do but—”
“I know, Jane, I just thought the flowers might brighten up your room. Janice mentioned you like romance novels so I purchased a few. I hope you like the ones that take place in the 1800s, the woman at the bookstore recommended them.”
“Sure, thanks, that’s nice.”
“One more surprise,” he said, hustling out again.
He strode back in, smiling, and said, “Calamari and cheesecake. I remembered you loved them at the restaurant.”
The odor from the fried calamari made my stomach churn. “No, thank you. The smell—” I slid slowly off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, which thankfully kept me from heaving. Then I sat on the side of the tub with a towel under me, waiting to hear the bedroom door shut.
Back in the room I saw the mixed color bouquet of roses in a vase at the far end table. On the other side table sat the stack of novels, a glass of orange juice and another of water, a box of crostini, plus the cheese cake with a fork.
Marcello made it really difficult for me to hang onto my anger.
After drinking a few swallows of water, I decided I needed to thank him properly.
I pulled on a top and sweatpants and headed toward his bedroom. Not finding him there, I wandered to the front of the house, where he was sitting on the brown leather couch reading a newspaper.
“What is it?” Marcello asked when he looked up, folding the paper and putting it down beside him.
“I wanted to thank you. I know you didn’t have to bring me here or take care of me. I appreciate what you’re doing—”
“Jane, I understand how hard this is for you. I want to help in any way I can.”
“I have to say, I’m having a hard time reconciling this kind, thoughtful version of you from the man I originally met at the wedding, the day after, and even the man who caned me. Which one is the real you?”
“I’m someone who cares for you and your wellbeing.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question.”
“I’m all of those men, Jane. The one you need now is offering you help and support to recover and move on with your life.”
His answer didn’t really resolve the conflict that stirred within me regarding Marcello and my feelings for him, but at least I had acknowledged his efforts on my behalf.
“Have you heard from Luke?” I asked, steeling myself for the inevitable.
“No, and I don’t expect to for a while.”
I felt deflated. “Maybe you can answer another question for me?”
“If I can, I will.”
“How did Luke get his scar? I know it happened while he was with Janice, but she won’t say how.”
“I’m afraid I can’t, either. All I am willing to say is that it happened when Janice and Luke were in Japan a few years ago.”
“Janice has been to Japan with Luke? Oh ... are you saying you know but won’t tell me?”
“It’s not my story to share.”
Standing there with my arms dangling at my sides I felt like a little girl excluded from the club. The realization that Marcello, Luke, and Janice held information collectively that they kept from me battered my already bruised and beaten heart.
“Jane, listen to me, there are many ways I can help you get back on your feet—”
“The truth would be helpful but I guess I will have to get that from Luke.”
“Wait, Jane ...” he said to my back.
“Thanks again.” Pivoting back to face him I said, “We both know you have ulterior motives for helping me out, but I can tell you right now that our ... whatever this is, cannot continue with this kind secrecy. How many times have all of you mentioned the importance of trust? I don’t trust you very much right now, or Janice, for that matter. I need to understand what has happened to my life and why, and you’re standing in the way of that."
* * *
When I was back in bed, in my new cocoon of isolation, my plan finally crystallized. I would leave tomorrow night, once Marcello and Janice fell asleep. At some point I finally dozed off.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I opened my eyes to the sight of Marcello looming over me, his intentions visibly stamped on his face. His massive body towered above me.
“What are you doing in here?” I yelped. “You startled me.” I sat up and pulled the sheets up around me for protection.
“Don’t play coy with me; you know very well why I came to you tonight.” He sat on the side of the bed and reached out to touch me.
“You know I can’t possibly ... You know the consequences,” I said as I pushed his hand away from my breast.
“Do you understand the consequences if you don’t? Luke ordered you here, remember?” He said it with that all-knowing grin that only Marcello could infuse with such intimidation.
Had Luke? I was confused. I couldn’t be sure now why I was in Marcello’s house. Was Luke in Japan again?
“Come here and kneel,”
he commanded as he rose from the bed.
I scurried off the mattress to my place in front of him, ready to obey his every command.
He ceremoniously unzipped his pants while rubbing his thick cock with his other hand. Letting his slacks fall to the floor, he kicked them off to the side. His phallus hung heavily, close to my lips, but I knew all too well not to make a move without permission. So I waited impatiently to take him into my mouth.
“Open your mouth and suck on my head now.” He grabbed a handful of my hair, pushing his cock deep into my throat. “Harder!”
He appeared larger than I recalled and the smell of his manhood caused my nipples to peak and my pussy to warm. After drawing on his fat cock for several minutes, my sore jaw needed a break.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he said, pulling my hair to angle my face toward him.
He buried my nose against his cock and balls and I inhaled a deep draft of his manly elixir. “You smell so good,” I said, swimming in the sensation of lust.
“Get on the bed so I can punish you more thoroughly.”
I expected a sound whipping or at least a spanking, but instead he found ways to torture me to orgasms.
“My turn to taste,” he said as he lowered his head and licked between my legs, causing me to writhe under his assault. He thrashed my clit with his tongue back and forth, dipping down into my opening. “Hmmm,” he said without looking up. “We should bottle your cunt juices, they are so sweet.”
Running the tip of his tongue around my lips he dropped ever lower to my anus, flicking his tongue across my rosy bud.
“Oh, oh, I’m not sure you should ...”
He spit on my asshole, forced his thick middle finger past my sphincter and twisted it in and around, trying to loosen my anus.
Lowering his head again, he licked my clit as he forcefully penetrated my ass, working his long finger inside me.
“It’s too much,” I groaned.
The dual sensation of pleasure and pain had me rocking against his hand, making my breasts bounce with the battering. My large nipples strained in fullness.
Marcello continued to work his wide finger into me until I felt him pull out and spit again. This time he worked both his middle and index fingers around the outside of my orifice, coaxing it to relax more.
“I don’t think ... please, no, oh my god, it’s too, too much—”
He stretched me with both fingers as he rammed into me, all the while circling my fleshy labia with his warm, prodding tongue.
“Oh god, so good, oh my, please,” I mumbled over and over again. Out of control, I just babbled my pleasure. The first orgasm rocked through me, making my pussy gush as my anus contracted around his fingers.
He stopped everything as I lay there, high on the bio-chemicals that swirled around my brain. I rode the current of release until he clamped both my nipples between his fingers, bringing me back around.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said. “Flip over.”
I now lay face down on the bed.
He coated my anal bud with my pussy juice and ordered, “Play with your clit while I fuck that beautiful ass of yours.”
Reaching under me, I wet my clit and raised my buttocks for Marcello’s onslaught.
His enormous phallus slowly stretched my orifice as he worked himself into me.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh ...” I heard myself moan. Overwhelmed with the massive stimulation between my fingers on my clit—my nipples pressed down against the bed and Marcello’s thrusts—I shook convulsively.
He held tightly to my waist as he plundered me over and over again, causing small releases with each thrust. His large body covered mine and, as he grew closer to his eruption and his cock swelled inside me, he forced the downward run of my next climax.
“Oh god, I’m cumming, oh yes, oh Marcello, please, please, please. Oh, stop, I can’t take anymore.”
But he did not stop until he forced another powerful explosion out of me and filled my bowels with his sperm.
Collapsing on top of me, he whispered in my ear, “Now he will never take you back.”
I shrieked, struggling, trying to force him off me.
“No!” I cried, finally waking up from my nightmare and throwing the sheet and blanket off me.
I ran to the bathroom and threw up the few bites of cheesecake I had eaten earlier that night. My heart pounded, the adrenaline swamped my system and I knew I would not be going back to sleep.
Back in bed, I lay there, finalizing my plans, even more convinced I needed to get out of Marcello’s house and quickly.
As I saw it, I had one more day to get through. My body didn’t feel great but I could certainly hike the three or so miles from Marcello’s home back to our beach house. I would even suffer through a dinner so I would have the strength to make the journey.
The dream lingered, making me worry about the state of my psyche. Why was I dreaming of Marcello instead of Luke?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
My plan was fully formed by morning. I needed to talk to Janice about the alarm system in the house and steal one sleeping pill from her room after she left for work. I was hoping and praying that Marcello would be going into the restaurant as well.
My body was healing quicker than I expected and faster than it had after Janice’s whipping. Although my shoulders and neck were in constant discomfort, no skin had been broken on my back.
My mind was still suspect, but even with little sleep I had more hope. I wrote all my plans in my journal and even about the fantasy I’d had of a reunion with Luke and the sexual dream about Marcello.
Hearing Janice moving about, I saved my document and peered in through her door.
“Feeling any better today?” Janice asked once she noticed me.
“Yes, a bit. I was thinking about going for a stroll later. Do I need the code for the alarm on the door?”
“Marcello leaves it powered up so he knows when people arrive and depart, but you don’t need a code.”
That worried me. I wondered if I needed to change my strategy. “Does he monitor it from his bedroom?”
“Why do you want to know? I mean the door makes a noise when it opens but I don’t think he has some kind of display in his room.” She finished dressing and stepped into the bathroom.
“Just curious why the system would be on if you don’t use it. I think getting out of the house would do me some good,” I said, following her into the bathroom.
“I agree. You are looking pale and some vitamin D would help,” she said while applying black eyeliner and ruby-red lipstick.
“Can you show me where to find the washer and dryer?” I said to her refection in the mirror. I needed to wash my sweatpants and jacket for the trip back home.
“Sarah will take care of it; just give her your things.” She brushed out her shiny black hair and put it up in a ponytail.
“Which one is Sarah?”
“The older one with gray hair.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Sure. Do you need anything else before I head out?”
“No, I don’t think so. I’ll go find Sarah in a few.”
“Sounds good,” she said, squeezing my arm as she passed by.
Still standing in her room, I weighed whether or not I could get away with taking a sleeping pill out of her medicine cabinet. I decided to chance it.
Safely back in my room I heard Marcello’s voice in the main part of the house. Hoping he would be leaving as well, I ventured out.
“Hi, Jane, nice to see you up and about.” He looked regal in his navy slacks and light-blue button-down shirt.
“Um, thanks,” I said.
“Janice mentioned you were asking about the alarm system. Planning to go somewhere?”
Heat flushed my face; sure I’d been found out. “Yes, as I told her, I was thinking of going for a walk later.”
“If that’s all it is,” he said, glaring at me as if trying to ascertain the truth.
“That’s
all,” I said, holding my breath.
“Okay,” he said, but I wasn’t sure he believed me. “Janice and I are heading out together, but should be back sometime after five. Dinner at six?”
“Okay,” I said. “I’d like to try to eat something more than orange juice and fruit.”
“I, for one, think that’s an excellent idea.”
“I’m going to crash for a bit. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Ciao,” Marcello said.
“Bye, Jane,” Janice said as they both filed out the door.
I let out a huge rush of air on the way back to my room, knowing I had to be careful about my departure later that night.
I swallowed the sleeping pill, planning to sleep until just before dinner. I set my alarm for 4:40 p.m., which would give me enough time to shower before the last meal. Gathering up my clothes, I set out to find Sarah, leaving time for the drug to kick in.
* * *
Thanks to the sleeping pill, I awoke with no remembered dreams. I stretched my shoulders as much as I could without causing tremendous pain. I felt excited about my escape. As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew I had to pack up all my stuff and stow it outside before they got home. If Marcello caught me leaving the house, I could simply say I couldn’t sleep and was going for a stroll.
Opening the door, I found my laundry, neatly folded, on the hall table. Perfect, I thought. It took no time to gather my belongings, shower, and put on the sweatpants and top I planned to travel home in. And even a shorter time to hide my backpack against the wall on the left side of the house.
The dreaded dinner came all too soon, so I made my way to the dining room. I prayed the meal would be over quickly so I could wait out the time before I would depart alone.
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