Chapter Ten:

"I had no idea you were into this," Lurch smirked as she tightened the ropes around his wrists, the rough rope digging into his skin causing him to grimace softly.

"Oh yeah," Morticia smirked as she seductively removed Lurch's tie and moved to blindfold him.

Lurch quickly adverted his head to the side, saying quickly, "Uh...I don't know about that..."

"Don't you trust me?" Morticia purred, locking her fiery eyes with his pale grey. "You know that a marriage is all about trust..."

"I trust you...but...," Lurch began, his nervousness leaking through his words.

"Then prove it," Morticia interrupted gently as she moved forward once again.

Lurch complied this time and soon his vision was nothing but black from the dark cloth of his tie being pressed against his eyelids and tied tightly behind his head, some of his hair becoming caught in the knot.

Morticia then slid off his solid body, careful not to fall in her tight dress as she excitedly moved to the large dresser by the door where the black switchblade she had hid earlier laid behind it in the cobwebbed shadows.

"Morticia?" Lurch called out in uneasiness as he moved his head around, straining to hear her.

"I'm right here, my love," Morticia whispered in his ear, suddenly right next to him and beginning to caress his thigh with her nails lightly digging into the flesh beneath his suit pants.

The bedroom door quietly slid open then and Lurch immediately jumped as he looked up, "Who's there?"

'Good ears,' Morticia growled to herself half in awe and half in frustration.

"Just a draft, dearest," Morticia purred, kissing his neck, "I'll go close the door."

"Lock it," Lurch added with a smirk.

"Of course," Morticia returned with a sinister smile as she watched Gomez slip silently into the room and stand near the foot of the bed.

"Now...," she continued with an eager tone as she teasingly straddled his torso, her dress bunching up above her knees, "Where were we?"

Before Lurch cold react, he felt a much stronger force push him into the bed and hold him down just as he felt the cool touch of a blade against his jugular.

"Stop, please!" He shouted out in distress.

At first Morticia was going to ignore him but something made her hold her hand still.

"I knew something was up," he went on. "Please, PLEASE, Morticia, don't kill me. Gomez...I'm almost certain you're here too...I had to be blind not to see what was going on between you two. Please, spare my life! Haven't I been good to you both since you were here? My mother was the one that irritated you. Please, I'll do anything!"

"Why don't we do some role reversal, Querida?" Gomez asked Morticia as Lurch's eyes nervously darted beneath the blindfold. "Make him the servant."

"That sounds...reasonable...," Morticia began, her eyes moving between Lurch's scared expression and the knife held at his pulsing vein.

"Oh please allow me to bow down to you two and do that!" Lurch chimed in. "I will be your faithful and good servant!"

"Very well, Lurch," Morticia replied as she slowly dropped the blade from his neck, causing him to let out a sigh of relief. Removing the blindfold she continued, "But all of this," indicating herself and the bedroom, "Never happened. I repeat NEVER. This is Gomez's house now and you have always been his butler. I am GOMEZ'S wife, not yours."

Lurch nodded frantically, "Yes, of course, anything you say!"

"And don't be too worried, old man," Gomez said. "You've been good to us, so we'll be good to you. Now get away from my wife."

Morticia swiftly untied his wrists and Lurch immediately got up, grabbed his coat, and, with a nod, left the room.

"You sure we can trust him?" Gomez asked as he rounded around the bed.

"Of course. He fears for his life and knows that he owes us for it. He won't try to get back at us. I've gotten to know him this past week and a half. He's not like his mother."

"Very well, Querida," Gomez smiled before leaning down and placing a kiss on her blood red lips.

"Now, why don't we make use of our wedding night?" Morticia teased with a wink as she laid back on the bed.

Gomez's eyes glowed like hell fire as he smiled and moved to lock the door before returning to her side and raging his sweet love upon her.

Fini