Dangerous Games

As Marlena descended the grand staircase the soles of her sandals clicked against the fine Italian marble, below she spied Jimmy, the aging major domo of this palatial paradise busily attending to the countless flower arrangements that adorned every nook and cranny of the mansion. Lifting his elderly, but still vibrant blue eyes he was treated to the delightful sight of his beloved mistress, smiling down at him as she glided gracefully down the stairs.

“Good morning, Jimmy.” Marlena said cheerfully.

“Good mornin’, Missus.” Jimmy said, his thick accent rolling off his tongue. “Again, might I say what a true joy ‘tis to ‘ave you back amongst us, and more beautiful than ever.”

Marlena giggled, “Still the charmer aren’t you.”

Jimmy chuckled lightly, giving her a nod and a wink.

“Has my husband returned yet?” She asked, a bit of apprehension in her voice.

“No, missus. ‘e telephoned early this mornin’ to say ‘is flight ‘as been delayed by bad weather. ‘e won’t return until near nightfall.” Jimmy informed her, noting the anxiety in her tone.

Marlena felt a sense of momentary relief in hearing that Stefano had yet to return. The notion of not having to face him just quite yet, while only temporary, was a much welcomed reprieve.

“Thank you, Jimmy.” Marlena said smiling and turned towards the dining hall. She was unsettled by her familiarity with the old man. He was so familiar and yet such a stranger to her. Jimmy ascertained that she seemed relieved by the news and eyes followed her until she vanished behind the massive mahogany doors of the dining room.

Marlena saw a veritable feast laid out on the dining table, fruits, cheeses; freshly baked breads accompanied the usual fair of bacon, sausage and three kinds of eggs. It all looked and smelled so inviting, she had worked up quite and appetite from her nocturnal adventure. Marlena’s head quickly snapped as she heard the door opening, her heart leapt in anticipation of seeing John again, only to be let down by the sight of a servant entering with a samovar of freshly brewed tea.

Her healthy appetite instantly disappeared when pangs of shame and remorse washed over her. How could she feel so grateful in knowing that her husband would not be returning for hours? How could she feel so giddy at the thought of seeing her illicit lover yet again so soon after a sinful night of such deceitful transgressions? What kind of a woman was she? She was beginning to think that she really didn’t want to know about herself at all.

When the samovar was in place she slowly made her way to it, pouring herself a cup of tea she returned to the dining table and plopped down in the chair. If Stefano’s return had been delayed, then so might John’s departure be delayed as well? The idea of spending just a few more precious hours with him both excited and sickened her. How could she want to be with him again? How could she so relish the idea of such malfeasance? God help her, she did, with all her heart and soul she did.

John trotted down the staircase, his heart racing with the expectancy of seeing her face again, just once more. It pushed aside any dread he felt at the thought of seeing the Boss’ face again. The feeling was a new one and a bit scary, no woman, no mission, no object, no amount of money had ever before made him contemplate betraying the Boss, much less make him want to do it again. He took a deep breath and attempted to bury the feeling deep within him, lest the Boss detect it. John was a master of lying or whatever else it took to obtain his goal, in the past that had been reserved solely for the benefit of the Boss, but now he had his own ambitions, his own agenda something that was unfamiliar to him, but in this case, much desired.

The heavy door swung open and John entered the dining room, fully expecting to see Stefano’s black eyes staring back at him. There sat Marlena at the enormous table, alone. Her hazel eyes rising to meet his cobalt blue, peering, penetrating his into soul, quickly eroding his resolve at a stoic front. She looked so tiny seated in the huge wooden chair, behind the gargantuan table decorated with its plethora of delicacies. John could see the fear and the shame in those marvelously mesmerizing eyes, but he could also see pure desire there. He saw the faint smile that rose to her lips, which she found impossible to supress at just the sight of him. How she nervously adjusted herself, straightening and squirming a bit, and the slight tremble in her hand as she placed her teacup onto its saucer, it was all because of him.

What he wanted most in the world was to rush to her side, fall to his knees, take her slender, delicate hand in rough paws and profess his undying love for her, before ripping that flimsy dress off her, throwing her onto the floor and fucking her brains out as many times as he could before collapsing beside her in rapturous exhaustion. The movement of a nearby servant ended his daydream however and he calmly made his way to the table, seating himself directly across from her.

“Good morning, Mr. Black, I trust you slept well.” She said.

“I did indeed thank you and good morning to you.” He retorted with a sly grin. “So is the Boss back yet?” He asked pouring himself a cup of coffee and eyeing the delicious spread, he was famished.

“No, my husband has been delayed due to the weather and won’t be returning until this evening.” Marlena told him with a fake air of nonchalance, while sitting on her hands to keep them from visibly shaking.

John nearly jumped for joy at the idea of being alone with her all day. He felt like a condemned man who’d just received a stay of execution. He quickly filled his plate with a hearty portion of everything and speedily began to devour it. While the food filled his stomach, he would not be satiated until he could taste her again, until he could savor her essence upon his palate just once more, although John knew it would only leave him wanting for more.

As Marlena watched him gobble his food, it caused her mind to wander. To how much she wanted to feel his lips upon hers, to feel his searing tongue against her bare flesh, to feel his teeth nibbling at her most tender places, feasting upon her until he had completely consumed her within him. She felt herself growing wet at the idea and she began to try and devise a way of being with him, just once more, but this would be no mean feat in broad daylight and with a house full of alert servants.

Marlena’s hunger pangs began to override her pangs of guilt and she reached for a grape. They exchanged longing glances and the silence between them was awkward and deafening. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she had to tell him but it would have to wait.

John stared intently as she rolled the green grape daintily between her fingertips. His thoughts turned just a few short hours ago and how gloriously soft those fingers felt as they trailed along his skin. He watched in awe as she ever so slowly brought it to her luscious lips and how they slowly tightened around it, making him give a slight groan. He watched as she sucked into her waiting mouth. Oh how he wished he were a grape right now. He swallowed the mouthful of food and tried to think of a plan to get her out of the house and away from the throng of nosy employees.

She picked up a banana letting her fingers run up and down, over its hard exterior, before grasping it firmly in one hand and slowly peeling back the skin. John nearly choked on a piece of bacon as he watched her bring it tediously to her mouth, her lips parting sensuously before engulfing nearly half of it in her mouth. Her eyes skirted about making certain no one was watching before she let it slide back out again then biting off a large chuck. His cock already semi-erect now rose to full attention at the display.

Marlena could see him shifting uncomfortably in his chair and so she again brought the ripe fruit to her lips, pretending it was his delicious cock. Her tongue darting out just briefly to lick the tip of it. Then she placed a large portion of it in her mouth and let half of it slide back out again before chomping off the next bite. She wished John’s cock were in her mouth right now, he tasted and felt so good in her mouth.

John almost came then and there, but he took a deep breath and told himself, ‘save it, make her pay for this torturous spectacle later.’

She knew it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to go off alone, exploring the rather expansive island, so a late morning jaunt wouldn’t arouse suspicion. She had to think of a destination and then a way to let him know just where to find her. Suddenly it came to her, Marlena remembered a brief conversation with one of the many gardeners in which he mentioned a beautiful waterfall, deep in the interior of the island. The man told her that while the journey would be a bit arduous, through dense, unkempt jungle, but the beauty of the spot was well worth the effort.

Marlena continued the banana eating ritual, glancing at John who sat transfixed until she’d finished every last bite, then dropping the limp peel onto her plate and then ever so slowly licking her fingertips while she batted her eyes at him.

“I think that since my husband’s return has been postponed, I’ll go for a walk.” She stated, reaching for her teacup.

“Anyplace in particular?” John asked and inhaled the remaining food on his plate.

“Well, since I’ve explored every piece negotiable coastline, I think I’ll head into the interior of the island. Someone told me about a beautiful waterfall located near the center of the island, I think I’ll try and find it.” She stated in a matter of fact manner. “What are you plans for today?”

John’s brain cells scrambled for an answer. Swallowing the last bit of food and washing it down with the last drop of coffee in his cup, he hit upon the reply. “I think I’ll go down to the airfield and make sure my plane is ready for take off.”

“I think I’ll change before I go.” Marlena said rising from her chair and tossing the napkin beside her plate.

John stood up, “Be careful, the interior of this island is uninhabited and densely overgrown, it could be a little dangerous.” John said with a half grin.

“I certainly hope so, I could use a little excitement, besides I have a feeling I’ll be very safe.” She tried to be as cool and collected as she possibly could, but she couldn’t suppress a smile or her desire.

“Good day to you then Mrs. DiMera.” John said.

“Good day to you Mr. Black.” Marlena said as she strode out of the dining room.

It was all John could do to resist the urge to watch her walk out of sight.