Dangerous Games

Marlena slipped in to her bedroom, locking the door behind her, confident that she had managed to avoid any prying eyes. Her heart raced as she quickly rushed to turn back the bedding, making the bed appear slept in before hurriedly undressing and stepping into a steaming shower. The hot water pulsated against her skin, burning and stinging at first then transforming into a heated tingle that rivaled the one she still felt inside for this stranger in her midst. Marlena begrudgingly washed away his scent from her skin. She closed her eyes and thoughts of him flooded her mind.

She thought of when he backed her up against the wall, the way he entered her with such force. How good he felt as he slammed into her again and again. Still she was overcome with the feeling that it was right, it was supposed to be this way, with him. She thought of the way he tasted, the way he felt. How wonderful his hands felt as they explored every inch of her body, touching her most intimate places, making them come alive. Her hand traveled down her body as she thought of him, of how good he felt inside her and how much she wanted to be with him again, and again. Marlena felt a twinge of guilt when she thought of her husband and how she had violated her vows to him, but the feelings she held for this man, this stranger, were so exceedingly genuine, as if it were predestined and utterly undeniable.

Marlena touched her still engorged lips and felt her juices immediately begin to flow again. She parted her lips and set two fingers directly onto her clit as she imagined his tongue, traversing a path that sent her spiraling out of control. Marlena braced herself against the steamy tile with her free hand as her head fell forward and her fingers moved with more urgency. Moaning softly through sealed lips as she increased the pressure as well as the speed until her legs began to tremble and her mind was deluged with thoughts of him. She could feel his cock still inside her, stretching her, opening her forever unto him.

Her mind was ablaze with thoughts of John, their hands exploring, their mouths tasting, making love and fucking. She whimpered and came hard, her fingers slowed to a stop and Marlena lifted her head and she slowly opened her heavy lidded eyes. She couldn't believe the effect this man was having on her, why was she so she inexplicably drawn to him, why did she feel as though she couldn't go on another day, another minute without him there with her. She tried to stop these feelings, but they would not be silenced, she quickly finished showering. She knew she had to quell these thoughts or at the very least hide them better, Stefano would be returning soon and she feared he would notice a decided change in her.

As she dried and powdered herself, Marlena tried hard not to think about him but, that was apparently becoming impossible. In less than twenty four hours John Black, her husband's business associate had managed to cause her to lose complete control, violate her marriage vows and making her want to do it again and again without regret. She went into the bedroom and dressed for breakfast, choosing a simple white sundress and sandals. Marlena pulled back part of her long blond locks and clipped them behind her head. She selected her favorite perfume, dabbing it behind her ears, on her wrists and just a tad down her ample cleavage.

Marlena gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror. There was so much she didn’t know, so much she needed to know about herself, about her life and about him. Was she the kind of woman who slept with all her husband’s business associates? Was that why her husband kept her isolated here on this remote desert isle, hidden away from the world, a prisoner in Shangri-La? Deep in her heart Marlena knew that couldn’t be true. These feelings she had for John Black weren’t simply lust, no mere infatuation. They ran much deeper, far too strong to be so easily explained away. Even though she had only met him just last night, she felt as though she had known him for a lifetime.

Again her mind drifted to the events of last night, of how his touch ignited her, awakening something enigmatic within the darkest recesses of her soul. Marlena wanted, needed answers. She brushed back the fallen bangs from her face and sighed heavily as she turned and proceeded down to breakfast. Vigilant eyes watching her every move.

A faint smile crossed John’s lips as he hugged his pillow tightly while he dreamt of her. He could feel her body next to his, her hands roaming his body, seeking out his cock and caressing it. Her mouth assertively claiming his in a deep kiss that made this seemingly indestructible tower of strength quiver like a weak-kneed schoolboy. He could taste her juices on his lips, he could feel the velvety softness of her bare mound against his tongue as he ravenous lapped her essence.

John could hear her whimpers and moans and the way she gasped as he entered her. He could feel her breath against his skin, indelibly branding him for all eternity, as hers. Those inescapable eyes gazing lovingly into his own, holding him spellbound within their gentle, safe grasp. She had gotten to him like no one ever could, no beating, no amount of brainwashing could achieve what she had with just a fleeting glance.

John’s respite was invaded by horrific imagery of the Boss clutching her slender neck in his massive paw. His black eyes boring into John as his thick fingers tightened their grip around Marlena’s throat. “I know what you’ve done and now you will watch her die before I kill you.” The boss’s seething voice echoed through his subconscious as he watched Marlena struggling for air, her larynx being crushed as he stood by, helplessly chained to the wall and forced to watch as her eyes pleaded with him for mercy.

He bolted from his sleep screaming, “Nooooooooooo!” His heart pounding as his eyes scoured the room for signs of her. A sigh of relief echoed in the empty room, thank god it was only a dream, he thought. Looking at the clock he knew breakfast was soon to be served and the boss’s return was imminent, he grabbed his bag and trotted off to the bathroom for a quick shower.

John closed his eyes as the hot water showered down over him, his thoughts were of her. She had gotten inside his head and refused to vacate, not that he wanted her to. In a single day she had proven the heart he’d long ago thought had withered and died was indeed alive and well and now beating because of her, for her. He remembered her embrace, the sweet smell of her arousal, the way she trembled against him. John’s hand found his already erect cock and he stroked himself as he recalled how wet, how tight she was as he entered her.

He fell back against the tile with a thud as he pumped and envisioned her there with him, her mouth enveloping him, sucking hungrily while her hands worked in unison with her soft, hot mouth. He wanted to be inside her now and forever, holding her close, loving, protecting her and feeling like a human being again, something he didn’t think would ever be possible again.

John’s legs quaked beneath him as he erupted, shooting his come against the shower door. Slowly he opened his eyes and he finished his shower in a hazy fog of her, she surrounded his entire being.

Dressing, John was overcome with feelings of dread and fear, would the boss instinctively know what had happened, would he be able to detect it? John was inundated with feelings of guilt, he should have sent her away when she came to him, for her sake. By allowing her in he could have possibly sealed her doom and he would never forgive himself if anything happened to her.

Bolstering his courage John tried to assume the coldhearted mercenary persona as he headed down to breakfast, hoping against hope that the boss would be unaware.