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Dangerous Games
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1 through F › Days of Our Lives
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,314
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I do not own Days of Our Lives, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Little White Lies
His sole desire, the main focus of all his energy was on willing her to live, to make a full recovery. Now, here she was wide-awaken and on the road to wellness and without her memory. It had never been his premeditated intention to lie to her, but when those words, “are you my husband?” came out of her mouth, Stefano’s brain slipped into gear and the words just seemed to flow effortlessly off his tongue, “Yes, I am your husband.”
She was an empty vessel anxiously waiting to be filled, and Stefano supplied her hunger with a steady diet of half-truths and pure fantasy. Until he had satisfied most of her immediate questions, fielding others as they came along. Slowly he weaved a web of lies, a protective cocoon of deceit surrounding their existence. Day upon day he added to the pile of little white lies and gargantuan whoppers.
Stefano gulped down the remainder of his Strega and sat the glass on the coffee table. This time when she had awakened, she was groggy and disoriented for a time. The doctors had assured him that it was merely the after effects of the medication and that she would soon snap out of it.
Stefano held his breath as he entered her room. She was seated across the room, gazing placidly out the window. She heard the door open and slowly she turned her gaze away from the window. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she looked upon him. He stood there in silence, just looking at her, waiting for some reaction from her.
A smile slowly formed, “Stefano, my darling husband.” She said in a faint voice as she as she opened her arms.
Stefano rushed to embrace her, thrilled at last to be taking her into his arms again. “Oh my darling, my darling, you’ve come back to me.” He said. His voice quavering as he repeatedly kissed her cheek. He drew her tightly to him with one hand; his other hand trembling as he gently stroked her hair. Through some sheer stroke of genius the doctors had erased these past twenty-five years, bringing her back to a point in time where she was his.
Since that time Stefano had treated her with kid gloves, always treading on eggshells where she was concerned, fearful that any undue stress that might hamper her progress. She seemed to be making wonderful strides, she was stronger now, more her old self and it was time, Stefano decided.
Stefano’s thoughts were interrupted again, this time by Ingo, returning from the cockpit with news from the terminal. “Good news sir, it looks like the storm will be passing soon, we should be ready for take off in less than an hour.”
Stefano looked out the window, the rain no longer rushed down in torrents, and the lightning and its accompanist thunder had ceased their violent duet. Then he glanced down at his watch, it was twelve-thirty five. “That is a relief, alert me the moment they have clearance.” Stefano told him. He sighed heavily returning his gaze out the window, watching as the sun broke through the dark clouds off in the distance. He would only be an hour or so later than he previously thought, there would still be plenty of time to act on his desires.
Tonight he was not going to take no for an answer, he wanted her and he was going to have her. A sly smile crossed Stefano’s lips as he thought of making love to her for the first time, with John Black under the same roof, just one flight up. The notion of it excited him, giving him a perverse pleasure in its extra little zing of this particular conquest. He wanted to make her scream his name with John perhaps overhearing it. He was going to give Marlena his Queen of the Night, a night to remember, something for them all to remember.
“Do you want another?”
Stefano’s train of thought was interrupted by Ingo, standing nearby holding a bottle of Strega. Stefano nodded and watched his glass fill up again. There was going to be plenty of time to think about what he was going to do with her tonight, during his long flight. He could feel his cock beginning to throb. Stefano had been with a lot of women in his day, far more than his fair share. And out of all of those women, Marlena was the one who made the deepest lasting impression, she was life altering and he had never stopped loving her, wanting her, needing her. She was his unyielding obsession.
Again Stefano’s daydreaming was interrupted by Into clearing his throat. “Sir, they’ve given us permission to taxi to the runway and await further clearance.”
“Good, good!” Stefano chuckled, sipping his drink delighted with the fact that they would soon be taking off. He felt the plane’s jet roar into action and soon they moved into position. Stefano moved back into the seat, making himself more comfortable and within fifteen minutes they were in the air.
Once they had leveled off, Stefano relaxed, putting his feet up and thinking about just how he was going to make love to Marlena tonight. He want to experience it all with her, but tonight there would only be so much time. He knew he wanted it to be romantic, loving, but at the same time passionate and wanton. Marlena was such a sensual woman, she possessed a natural sexuality, that attracted him beyond reason or comprehension. After tonight she would completely belong to him.
He was going to take his time with her, enjoy ever second of it, he thought as he relax even more by stretching out on the sofa. Ingo came out of the little closet kitchnet and saw him lying down he brought him a pillow and a blanket. He placed the pillow under his head, and opened the blanket and draped it across him. Stefano soon closed his eyes, thinking of the fun he was going to have with the fair Marlena tonight. He drifted off to sleep with a faint smile on his lips, while the jet continued streaking through the clouds.
She was an empty vessel anxiously waiting to be filled, and Stefano supplied her hunger with a steady diet of half-truths and pure fantasy. Until he had satisfied most of her immediate questions, fielding others as they came along. Slowly he weaved a web of lies, a protective cocoon of deceit surrounding their existence. Day upon day he added to the pile of little white lies and gargantuan whoppers.
Stefano gulped down the remainder of his Strega and sat the glass on the coffee table. This time when she had awakened, she was groggy and disoriented for a time. The doctors had assured him that it was merely the after effects of the medication and that she would soon snap out of it.
Stefano held his breath as he entered her room. She was seated across the room, gazing placidly out the window. She heard the door open and slowly she turned her gaze away from the window. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she looked upon him. He stood there in silence, just looking at her, waiting for some reaction from her.
A smile slowly formed, “Stefano, my darling husband.” She said in a faint voice as she as she opened her arms.
Stefano rushed to embrace her, thrilled at last to be taking her into his arms again. “Oh my darling, my darling, you’ve come back to me.” He said. His voice quavering as he repeatedly kissed her cheek. He drew her tightly to him with one hand; his other hand trembling as he gently stroked her hair. Through some sheer stroke of genius the doctors had erased these past twenty-five years, bringing her back to a point in time where she was his.
Since that time Stefano had treated her with kid gloves, always treading on eggshells where she was concerned, fearful that any undue stress that might hamper her progress. She seemed to be making wonderful strides, she was stronger now, more her old self and it was time, Stefano decided.
Stefano’s thoughts were interrupted again, this time by Ingo, returning from the cockpit with news from the terminal. “Good news sir, it looks like the storm will be passing soon, we should be ready for take off in less than an hour.”
Stefano looked out the window, the rain no longer rushed down in torrents, and the lightning and its accompanist thunder had ceased their violent duet. Then he glanced down at his watch, it was twelve-thirty five. “That is a relief, alert me the moment they have clearance.” Stefano told him. He sighed heavily returning his gaze out the window, watching as the sun broke through the dark clouds off in the distance. He would only be an hour or so later than he previously thought, there would still be plenty of time to act on his desires.
Tonight he was not going to take no for an answer, he wanted her and he was going to have her. A sly smile crossed Stefano’s lips as he thought of making love to her for the first time, with John Black under the same roof, just one flight up. The notion of it excited him, giving him a perverse pleasure in its extra little zing of this particular conquest. He wanted to make her scream his name with John perhaps overhearing it. He was going to give Marlena his Queen of the Night, a night to remember, something for them all to remember.
“Do you want another?”
Stefano’s train of thought was interrupted by Ingo, standing nearby holding a bottle of Strega. Stefano nodded and watched his glass fill up again. There was going to be plenty of time to think about what he was going to do with her tonight, during his long flight. He could feel his cock beginning to throb. Stefano had been with a lot of women in his day, far more than his fair share. And out of all of those women, Marlena was the one who made the deepest lasting impression, she was life altering and he had never stopped loving her, wanting her, needing her. She was his unyielding obsession.
Again Stefano’s daydreaming was interrupted by Into clearing his throat. “Sir, they’ve given us permission to taxi to the runway and await further clearance.”
“Good, good!” Stefano chuckled, sipping his drink delighted with the fact that they would soon be taking off. He felt the plane’s jet roar into action and soon they moved into position. Stefano moved back into the seat, making himself more comfortable and within fifteen minutes they were in the air.
Once they had leveled off, Stefano relaxed, putting his feet up and thinking about just how he was going to make love to Marlena tonight. He want to experience it all with her, but tonight there would only be so much time. He knew he wanted it to be romantic, loving, but at the same time passionate and wanton. Marlena was such a sensual woman, she possessed a natural sexuality, that attracted him beyond reason or comprehension. After tonight she would completely belong to him.
He was going to take his time with her, enjoy ever second of it, he thought as he relax even more by stretching out on the sofa. Ingo came out of the little closet kitchnet and saw him lying down he brought him a pillow and a blanket. He placed the pillow under his head, and opened the blanket and draped it across him. Stefano soon closed his eyes, thinking of the fun he was going to have with the fair Marlena tonight. He drifted off to sleep with a faint smile on his lips, while the jet continued streaking through the clouds.