Dangerous Games

Stefano went back to his offices, checking in with Bart back in Salem, making sure no one suspected that John and Marlena weren't really on and 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, come long since dried on the sheets, the smile still across his lips as he dreamt, of her. Dreams floating through his head, dreams of fucking her long into the night, fucking her and hard and deep, making her scream his name time and time again. Something jolted him from his reverie and he leapt 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 thought. He didn't like it much himself, he wasn't supposed to feel this way, damn it! All his training had removed all that, or so he 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 with a come hither gaze. 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, he could hear her cries as she thrust up to meet him. "Yes, yes, yes!!!" He called out as he exploded, shooting come high up the shower wall, while his body shuddered and twitched.

His head rolled forward and his eyes slowly opened, his grip still tight around his now shrinking cock. He growled, disgusted with himself and his weakness, 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 could remember was living in Ireland, with her husband Stefano, in an 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 Stefano would finally 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 regained consciousness. She felt both excited and apprehensive by the idea. She had made a full recovery and she felt 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 lover's face, she could only assume that the man was her husband. She had made up her mind that if Stefano did not come to her tonight, she would go to him, he could not refuse her, she was certain of that. Feelings of uncertainly plagued her, something about all this just 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 dream 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, making herself gasp. Her hands traveled lower over her firm abdomen until they reached her mound, she parted her legs and slid her hands over her inner thighs as she envisioned her lovers hands touching her. She parted the lips of her slit and her fingertips found her clit. It was already swollen and aching, 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 spraying herself with her favorite perfume, she pronounced herself ready and 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 and felt 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, 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 veranda 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 lightly on the cheek. "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 at him, "Where's our guest?" She asked.

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, 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.