Dangerous Games

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. His jaw dropped when he saw the woman standing next to the boss. They both had their backs turned to the door, she was a tall, leggy blond, 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, 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 invaded his consciousness.

He wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and deep, devouring her lips, intertwining his tongue with hers, ravishing her mouth. He imagined himself shoving everything on the table aside and pushing her down, ripping her dress off. Unwilling to wait, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his throbbing cock, stroking himself several times as she watched in breathless anticipation. Shoving her panties to one side he could feel how wet and ready she was for him and without further hesitation, plunging himself into her to the hilt. While she screamed and arched back high off the table. He could see and feel her reaching for his ass, trying to pull him deeper into her.

His mind reeled 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, shuddering as one orgasm bled into another. Her pussy involuntarily convulsing around his cock. He could see himself grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, biting and sucking and kissing her throat while she flooded around him, helpless within his grasp. 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 and looked up at her husband's business associate. She felt as if her knees would buckle beneath when she saw his handsome face. His intense blue eyes penetrated her. She smiled politely and automatically in courtesy, praying neither her husband nor his associate could see her 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, apparently 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 remembering nothing of the other. He watched as they shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

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 hoping 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 he 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. The conditioning and brainwashing had achieved their desired effect and they two star crossed lovers now stood face to face and didn't feel a single thing. "So much for that soul mate connection," he scoffed to himself. "Please, let us sit and eat." Stefano said, playing 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 her, "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, doing her best not to look at or speak to this man when she didn't absolutely have too. 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 the 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, but 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 caused him to pulsate.

At last, after dessert had been served, the men retired to Stefano’s offices for business talk and Marlena went up to her room. She dressed for bed, she primped and preened for tonight from head to toe. She poured herself a small brandy and opened the French doors onto her small terrace, inhaling the salty night air, mixed with the aroma from 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, 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, his face was now completely clear to her, it was John Black. She was certain that it was her mind playing tricks on her, that she was superimposing his image over her husband's. Her hands went to her breasts as she saw him touching and kissing her possessively in her fantasy, the fantasy intensified by his face, his lips, his hands. That combined with her hands created an overwhelming physical sensation, she was so wet now, so hungry with desire. Her hands moved lower and her legs parted as she could him lowering his lips 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 business had been concluded, John told the boss he needed to rest up for his mission and bid him goodnight. Just as John was leaving he heard the telephone ring and he listened in secretly on the boss’s conversation. Something was wrong somewhere and the boss was going to have to take care of 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, and hoped to be back here on the island just after sunrise.

John hurried to his room and watched out the window that overlooked the garages, 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 towards the other side of the island.

While John waited by the window, he thought of her, of how he was alone in the house with her, except for the servants and security of course. He wondered if she was as turned on by him as he thought she was, he could see her trembling every time he simply looked at her. When he shook her hand as he and the boss adjourned to the offices he sworn he could smell her arousal and he could see her breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

He knew he caught her looking at him at least twice through dinner and she caught him looking at her once, but that was the only time she'd caught him. 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 until dawn. Then he had visions of taking her away with him, leaving the boss and this life he'd been forced to live far behind and making a new life with her. 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 put her out of his mind.

Again his fantasies returned to what it would be like to just barge into her room, find her there wearing something skimpy. She wouldn’t scream or try to run away, although he was sure she would be frightened, but she seemed to possess an internal strength that made her a magnet and made him steel. He take her in a deep kiss, snaking his tongue around hers, fucking her mouth with it as she hungrily sucked at 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, she felt embarrassed by the fact that she felt so much need, so much desire to be with this man who she had only met less than two hours ago. 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 of him leaving and it frightened 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. Instead she found the major domo of the house, who informed her that her husband was called away suddenly on business and would return in the morning. She almost felt relief in knowing that it was her husband and not his associate who had just departed. 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 a man she barely knew.

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 her, or would he inform Stefano that she came to him instead of her husband with the question, but she thought, “I did try to go to my husband first, but he wasn‘t here.”

When she reached the second floor she looked left and then right down the long hallway before venturing to the staircase that led to the third floor and the servants quarters. She wondered why Stefano had chosen to place him there of all places when they had plenty of unoccupied guestrooms. She stood there for quite sometime, then drawing in a deep breath an relinquishing herself to the compelling need she felt to just be near him again and to have her questions answered hopefully, she proceeded.