by Emerson Rose
Fifty-One
I stand up and round the desk, stopping in front of him. I put my hands on his shoulders and gently push him back in the chair making space for me to climb into his lap.
His arms circle me and I curl up with my face against his chest and whisper, “I know a doctor who I think can help you. I want to call him and set up an appointment.”
Marcus sighs deeply. God, please don’t let this be a blow-up argument. I need him to go along with this.
“Imani, no, I’ve made my peace with this. You need to let it go.” I’d give my right arm to have my voice back right now. If I did I would scream at him until I lost it again.
Instead, I pull away from him and shake my head back and forth vigorously. I give him my most evil glare. He sees none of it but he knows, he always knows.
“I miss your smart mouth,” he says, pushing out his bottom lip in a pout. A pout! He’s lucky he doesn’t have to listen to the bitch-out I’d be giving him right now if I could.
He slides his hand behind my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He’s got a firm hold on me but he should know I’m not going anywhere.
“Do you know what your body is telling me right now, baby?”
I shake my head as much as his hold on me allows.
“You’re frustrated and pissed but I’m going to turn that frustration into something more worthy of your time and energy.”
His mouth covers mine and his tongue demands my attention. I try to pull away from him and he bites down on my bottom lip. Not a nibble like he has done a million times in the past, a real bite.
I jump from the pain and now I’m really pissed! But this only drives him further into a place we’ve never been before. He grabs me roughly around the waist and stands me up.
I gasp and he rushes me backward until I’m sitting on the edge of the desk with my legs spread apart. He steps into the V he’s just forced my legs into and presses his length against my belly.
This new place is exciting, exhilarating and a little dangerous.
“Hold on, baby. I’m going to use that anger of yours to your benefit.”
What? Okay, I’ll admit this is turning me on in a whole new way but, damn it, he knows how to press my buttons like no other. I want to talk about a doctor and treatment plans and he just wants to distract me with a hard fuck on his desk.
He binds my wrists behind me and I struggle. “No, no, I’m the boss, remember?” Ah! My brain is scrambled and my neurotransmitters are firing in every direction. I’m furious but I want him and that makes me even angrier.
“That’s it, get mad, baby.”
I am mad! I try again to free my hands but he’s holding my wrists tight behind my back with one hand.
He reaches up with his free hand and snaps the spaghetti strap off of my nightgown. What the fuck? I grunt and struggle but he only holds me tighter.
I like this nightgown, damn it! He smiles and reaches around behind me to snap the other one. The gown slithers between us and he moves away just enough to let it slide down around my waist, exposing my breasts.
The more I struggle and push at him, the more relentless he becomes. He bites his way down my neck and then he hovers over my nipple. That’s when I decide it’s probably best to stop wiggling or this could hurt.
When I’m still and he sees that I’m going to cooperate, he traces my stiff nipple with his tongue and sucks it gently.
I watch the erotic scene and begin to relax until he goes a little too far with another bite. He’s provoking me for a reason but he’s forgotten who he’s dealing with.
My knee rises up quickly between his legs. He anticipated this move, however, and counters by catching it between his strong thighs just millimeters before it makes contact with his manhood.
“That’s my girl. If I hadn’t been expecting that you would be free right now. I’m glad you know how to defend yourself, but it’s me, Imani. You need to let me have what I want.”
I don’t know what he wants!
That’s not entirely true, he wants me turbulent and distracted. He’s deliberately leading me in one direction so he can yank me in another and keep me off balance.
I’d say he’s doing an excellent job but how far is he going to take it? Is he going to fuck me or keep pissing me off?
As if I’d asked the question out loud, he unzips his jeans and kicks them off. He pulls his shirt off by the back of his collar all while keeping my wrists firmly locked behind my back.
I take one look at his chiseled body and submit to him.
I slide down off the edge of the desk and let the gown drop to the floor. He lifts me back up and nudges my legs wide with his hips, brushing his iron cock against my thighs.
A moan escapes my lips when I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him against me. He bends his knees and presses his forehead against mine with a smile on his lips. Part of me still wants to be angry at his arrogance but a bigger part wants him inside me.
He enters me with force, burying his cock deep. I cry out and press my palms against the desk behind me. He lifts my ass off the desk with his free hand pushing into me a little more, connecting us as much as physically possible.
His mouth is on my neck and my legs are wrapped around his hips but my arms are tingling from the loss of blood flow. I wiggle my fingers and, since we’ve reached his desired destination, he obliges by letting go of my wrists.
My arms snake around his shoulders and I dig my nails into his skin releasing some of the pent-up passion I’ve been forced to hold back.
God, it feels so good to touch him. A frenzy begins when he frees me and he begins to pump in and out rhythmically. His hands slide under my ass and I don’t feel the cold wood of the desk under me anymore.
I’m suspended in his arms. He has such incredible upper body strength that he can slide in and out of me with no leverage.
Over and over he slides me off of his cock and plunges back in hard and deep. His abs clench with every thrust and a thin sheen of sweat covers our bodies.
I feel like an overdosed drug addict. It’s all too much at once. My body and mind can’t make sense of it. I know what’s coming and it’s not going to be me when my hearing starts to fade and sparkles flood my eyes.
Marcus knows what’s happening, too. He slows the pace and shows a more tender side.
He wasn’t lying about being in tune with my body. He knows exactly how much I can take. He knows when to rein it in and when to let me have it.
With the fainting spell behind me, I dig my nails into his back and let him know I’m ready to return to a faster pace.
One of his hands slides up to the small of my back to adjust the pressure of his strokes while he tempts the pucker of my ass with the tip of his middle finger.
I’m on my way into the erotic twilight zone when I’m surprised to find my voice again when I call out his name, “Marcus, I can’t wait anymore!”
“Come for me, baby.” Those words and that last little twist he threw in there bring my orgasm to fruition. I press my cheek against his shoulder and scratch his back while he slams into me one last time.
I cling tightly to his body and bury my face in his damp neck.
“I’m never going to let you go, Marcus.”
“I’m counting on that, baby.”
Fifty-Two
“So, I’m calling Dr. Carlson today.” My voice is back in full force, thank God. Both of us being disabled was a bitch. I promised to wait a few days for his sight to come back at his insistence. Nothing’s changed, and I’m justifiably concerned.
He hasn’t had another personality change and I’m almost used to the suffocating shadows we have all the time. Elijah and Black are always hovering around, watching Marcus’s every move.
He’s having a lot of headaches; he won’t come right out and say it but I can tell. Maybe I’m learning his mind reading trick?
He’s also taken to touching me in the same place repeatedly. About every thirty minutes, h
e reaches out to touch my arm. I haven’t said anything about it yet. I think he’s getting a sense of my exact location or maybe he’s reassuring himself that I’m still here, still real. Either way, it doesn’t bother me. I love it when he touches me.
“Imani,” he says in his warning voice, but it’s not working this time.
“Marcus, I’m not messing around anymore. I’m calling Dr. Carlson today and that’s that. We don’t even have to go home. He travels all over the world, I’m sure he would be willing to come to us.”
I know his next excuse will be, ‘I don’t want to go home.’
“Why must we go over this again, Imani? I’ve seen everyone who matters. I’ve tried a million treatments, this thing’s not going anywhere.” He taps his finger against his temple.
“Can’t we just enjoy the time we have together? I want to relax and enjoy having you in my country.”
“No.” It’s plain and simple. I’m not going to argue, it’s my way or the highway when it comes to saving his life.
This might just be the first time someone successfully tells him no. I refuse to give up on him.
“No? Really, that’s all you’ve got? Just no?”
“Yes.” Ha, can’t argue with that. He places his hands on the edge of the vanity and drops his chin to his chest in what I can only hope is defeat.
I stand still holding my breath, waiting for the verdict.
“Fuck, Imani, alright.”
I shriek and do a little scissor skip toward him while he straightens up, anticipating my approach. I was going to keep it cool if he said yes, but I can’t help it. I thought I’d have to try harder to change his mind.
With his Superman senses, he catches me when I throw myself at him. I clasp my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist. He stumbles back with an oomph and nuzzles his face into my hair.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I murmur into his warm freshly shaven neck.
“Only for you, baby. And only because you are relentless and you own me.” I wonder if he knows he owns me, too?
“I take very good care of my belongings, Mr. Castillo. I wouldn’t insist if it weren’t for your own good.” And mine. “Mmhm, I’ve noticed. Speaking of belongings, I have something of yours. I spent a small fortune on it and I’d like you to wear it again.” I chew on my bottom lip and look up at the ceiling pretending to think.
I know he is referring to my cuff. The one that Tiffany’s refused to take back. The one I secretly love but am terrified to wear for fear of losing it or having someone cut my arm off trying to steal it.
“Oh, Marcus… I don’t know.”
“No arguing. You’re wearing it, and if you want me to let your doctor friend look inside my brain you’ll never take it off again.”
I guess that’s a deal I’ll have to learn to live with, and if it helps him feel like he has leverage in the situation, well, even better.
“Alright.” I release my legs and slide down his muscular body purposely taking my time feeling his cock growing hard through the thick towel wrapped around his waist.
My mind goes to that fuzzy mixed up place that feels like I’m high on pain medication and amphetamines. He pushes out his hips in response, and I whimper with desire.
I wonder if everyone in love falls apart every time they touch like we do? And if they do, how do they get anything accomplished? I could be between this man’s legs twenty-four hours a day seven days a week, and I’m pretty damn sure he would be okay with that.
“It’s in the closet.” Huh? I pull away from him dazed and confused.
“What?” I ask. He chuckles and winks. He knows the effect that he has on me and it doesn’t make one bit of difference if he can see me or not. I’m a goner.
“Your bracelet, baby. It’s in the jewelry box in the closet.” “Oh,” I murmur, resting my ass against the vanity behind me. I’m lost in a Marcus trance, gazing into his unseeing eyes. I reach up and feel his smooth cheek while I daydream about making love to him.
He turns me by my shoulders and gently nudges me toward the door.
“Aw,” I say, poking out my lip in a pout. I’m disappointed and prepared to protest when he cuts me off.
“I want to take you somewhere today. Get dressed, baby. We have plenty of time to play later.”
I trudge out of the bathroom and into the enormous walk-in closet. There is an island in the center of the closet, and a large jewelry box is sitting front and center.
“You know I love it when you pout, baby,” he calls from the bathroom. Why does he think messing with me is funny?
I move my white teddy bear that I named Diamond off of the box and open it. Inside is my ridiculously expensive bracelet, but it’s not alone. I inhale sharply and finger the most beautiful pieces of jewelry I’ve ever seen in person.
“You like?” he asks, and I jump. Damn, he’s good at sneaking up on me.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, I thought you heard me coming behind you.”
“No, it’s fine it’s just… just all of this.” I motion to the jewelry.
“Who does all of this belong to?”
“You of course, baby,” he says with a wrinkle between his eyes. He steps toward me and touches my arm, “Who else?”
“I’ve never seen any of this other than the bracelet.”
“That’s because I haven’t given it to you yet. I chose every piece for you. Tiffany’s is quite fond of me lately.”
“I don’t know what to say. I promised to wear the bracelet but I don’t know where I would wear jewelry like this.” I feel like a bitch complaining about such a gift, but this stuff is way out of my league. I’m just getting used to not wearing scrubs, and he wants to dress me up like a queen.
“I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“Oh, Marcus, I’m just not used to things like this. I know how much the bracelet alone cost, and it’s nerve racking.”
“You’ll wear it.”
“Yes, I said I would.” I pluck the diamond and sapphire cuff from the box and place it on my wrist.
“There, happy?”
“Yes, very.”
He moves toward me, and I step just out of his reach.
“I’m going to call Dr. Carlson.” Two can play at this game. I turn to leave and snag the first shirt I see on the way out.
I slide my arms into it as I walk and glance back at him. He’s leaning his hip against the island with one eyebrow raised high and his mouth agape.
I decide to be sassy and call over my shoulder, “Close your mouth, my love.” I’m feeling smug and cheerful as I head to the kitchen to see what Maria is cooking for breakfast.
But before I get too far, I hear him say, “That smart mouth of yours is going to earn you a spanking.”
If I were closer, I’d ask if that were a threat or a promise. Something tells me it’s the latter and that prompts a wide smile to spread across my face.
Everything he teaches me is something I never would have experienced with any other man. I couldn’t let a man so much as hold my hand before Marcus. I trust him with my body and my heart beyond a shadow of a doubt. It’s the man he becomes when his tumor plays havoc with his brain that I don’t trust.
I’m working on that, though, starting with a very important phone call today.
Things are about to start looking up I can feel it. As soon as I can get ahold of Dr. Carlson and convince him to see Marcus I think I’ll finally be able to take a normal breath.
Fifty-Three
Sightseeing with a blind man. That’s an oxymoron if I ever heard one but Marcus insists it will be fun. This ought to be interesting.
After a super high calorie breakfast that ended up nauseating me more than anything, we head out. Mr. Black is driving us in a Maybach identical to the one he has at home. Elijah is following in a black Volvo SUV.
I wondered why we needed two vehicles but I didn’t ask. I might not like the answer.
“Where are we going? Where e
xactly are we?” I ask as Marcus slides his hand into mine on the seat between us.
“We are on the shore of Lake Como on our way to Bellagio. It’s a resort town on the lake and it’s the most beautiful place on the planet. I feel bad that I won’t be able to see you experience it for the first time. I’ve been living here off and on for years. I’ll still be a good tour guide, I promise.”
I gaze out the window at the scenery. If the town is anything near as beautiful as this he’s right, but then again he always is.
A light dusting of snow covers the ground and trees. The sun reflects off of every snow-covered surface making the countryside look like a painting from a fairy tale.
As we approach the old town, the Christmas decorations start to appear. Twinkly lights and nativity scenes of all shapes and sizes are set up in front of every shop and house.
We bump along on the quaint stone streets where the villas rise and fall with the landscape. Beautiful old buildings pepper the area and little eclectic shops line the road.
Everything sparkles with the magic of the upcoming holidays and I start to feel a little homesick for my family and friends.
“You OK? Awfully quiet over there.”
“I thought you said you always know what I’m thinking. Is your radar off today?”
“No. I just thought I’d give you the opportunity to tell me yourself this time.”
“Oh, really?” I laugh.
“Yes, really.”
“So, you do know what I’m thinking but you’re going to let me tell you?”
“Well, if you’re going to be sassy, I’ll just prove it. You’re homesick,” he says, staring straight ahead without as much as a blink.
“Okay, I know you read my body language and all but how could you possibly know that?”
“A good guess for the most part. I’ve taken you away unexpectedly during the holidays. You spend holidays with your family, yes?”