A/N: Sorry I haven't been keeping in touch. I am grateful for all your kind words of encouragement. I've finally had to face reality. I've lost my home. The place I will be living in is a very old farmhouse that is only slightly warmer than it is outside. It's still a blessing as I at least have a roof over my head.
I've had to come to the conclusion I won't be able to buy Christmas gifts this year. I love watching everyone's face as they open their gifts. Well at least this bad luck streak will end soon, it has to. Better days are ahead I'm sure of it.
Enjoy this new chapter.
Chapter Twenty-five
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Marcus's Pov
Another week drags by with no word from our blackmailers. I feel this is the quiet before the storm. Feels like they're regrouping maybe finalizing their plans. Christian has everyone on high alert with extra men covering his family. Ana is complaining about not having any privacy. All he has to do is remind her what happened when she evaded security last time then ask if she wants to take a chance of something happening to Teddy or Phoebe. Ana is a wild she bear when it comes to her children being harmed. She'd take on the Hulk if he went after those two kids. Even I shudder to think how Christian would react if someone did something to harm either of his children. There would be no place on earth for them to hide that he wouldn't find them. Once he got them it wouldn't be pretty. There is still a lot of anger in Christian. You don't want to be the one to stir it up.
Everyone is on high alert. I've hired some private security to shadow Sonja and everyone she knows. Rosario doesn't step outside the building without a man a few feet behind her, one heavily armed and trained in hand to hand combat. I'm not risking anyone I care about. Christian is about to go nuts, at times I feel that leap isn't all that far on a good day. There are times he holds on by a thread through sheer willpower.
Certain things set him off, one is Ana and her disregard for safety measures. She's forgetful about taking advantage of the safety rules. She still isn't used to having her personal space invaded or strange eyes on her. Like I said she's careless of her safety. I worry when she's with Sonja in case her attitude rubs off on Sonja. Not that I believe I have to worry about that.
Where Ana is careless Sonja on the other hand embraces every safety precaution at her disposal. I think that stems from what her father did to her. I'm sure in her mind she's thinking how different that time in her life would have been if she had someone looking out for her. I'd give anything if I could have been that person. I couldn't do anything for her back then but I sure as hell can do something now.
A package arrived for me at the office. No name of the sender and no return address. No one seems to know how it came to be sitting on the reception desk this morning. I am on my way to Mason's office to review the tapes from the last night.
Entering his office with a cursory knock he greets me solemnly. Jack is already here. I suppose their grim faces is a mirror of my own. Whoever this person is they waltzed in then made a clean getaway without anyone taking any notice of them. I'm hoping there is something recorded that we missed with our naked eye.
"Marcus I've cued it up. I've gone through it several times since I came in but there's nothing there. Somehow they managed to either reroute the cameras or replace the feed with some prerecorded footage. Whatever they're doing it has to be someone highly skilled in this technology. They're too good to be an amateur," Mason says grimly.
"Well, let's take another look. Maybe two pairs of fresh eyes will see something you missed." He knows I am not doubting his capabilities but we can't afford to let pride get in the way of examining every piece of evidence we find no matter how insignificant or useless it may seem to one person, another person may find just the key piece we need to fit it all together.
Jack and I watch the tape a few times and can see nothing out of sync. All we see is the normal traffic during office hours then the cleaning crew coming to do their overnight cleaning. I'm ready to start ripping things apart I'm so frustrated. I want to know the fucker I pissed off and what I did that pissed them off. I'm generally a pretty straightforward type of guy. I play to win but I play within the set rules of business. I don't have any skeletons in my closet or any bodies buried. For the most part I've played an honest game with everyone.
As hard as we've looked neither Christian nor I can find Mrs. Lincoln or Carrie Reynolds. Our security teams are also looking for Mr. Lincoln as it is thought he's also behind this blackmail scheme. If we could find one of them we think it would be fairly easy to find out the name of the fourth player. There has to be another one as those three don't have the skills to get into Christian's mainframe or mine. Someone has accessed both systems with ease then covered their trail.
Back in my office I look at the package as if it might explode at any second. It might. Mason had it checked out and couldn't find any evidence of any explosive devices so I feel pretty sure it won't send me in a hundred different directions when I open it.
"Son of a bitch!" I shout angrily. The photos are of Sonja, taken from the street as she walked from store to store on one of her shopping trips. The man guarding her is in the picture too. Whoever the photographer is they used red marker to draw all over Sonja. Her security man, Jason Strong has a big black X drawn on his face with the letters RIP written on his chest. The words Die Bitch Die are written in red letters at the bottom of the picture.
Angrily I push the number for Mason's office. "Mason here, what do you need Marcus?"
"Grab Jack and come to my office." I push the button and disconnect us. If I didn't need the phone I'd rip it off my desk. I need something to take out my anger on. I'd planned to use my cross again tonight but being so angry maybe that won't be a good idea.
"Fuck!" I continue to rant as Jack takes the photo with his fingertips just in case there are any fingerprints. He doesn't want his fingerprints to show up. After looking at the photo he passes it on to Mason.
"I'll take this to a friend of mine down at the station but I doubt we'll find anything. Whoever is spearheading this is very good at this sort of thing. If the three you told me about are involved in this I can't see any of them having the skill level to carry anything of this magnitude off without some serious brain power behind them. Marcus I'll keep on this putting in extra hours if necessary. Everything else gets pushed to the back burner until we have everyone behind this put in jail. I know you and Mr. Grey must be near to losing your minds. We'll get them Sir, it will just take time," Mason says reassuringly.
Pacing angrily I shout, "That's the fucking problem, we may be running out of time."
Slumping down in my desk chair I sigh to relieve some of the pressure in my chest. "I'm sorry Mason. I know you're doing your best. Just keep me informed of your findings. I do appreciate you and Jack more than I acknowledge at times. If I blow up now and then put it down to stress and fear."
"Hey boss, you don't have to apologize to me. If these fuckers were threatening my family I'd be going a little nuts myself," Mason says letting me off the hook.
He's good at his job and if anyone can solve this it will be Mason. It is to be hoped it won't be too long or heaven forbid too late when the culprits are put behind bars. I hate this cat and mouse game they are playing. Why not stick to the original plan to get the money demanded then ride off into the sunset free and with enough money to live comfortable for a good many years? Playing like this, they risk getting caught and ending up with nothing. In my gut I feel whoever this is wants revenge more than any amount of money. If money had been the only factor this mess would have ended within days of receiving the demand for cash.
Jack and Mason exchange a glance sending a silent message between them. Waiting for one of them to say what's on their minds I am about ready to knock someone's teeth down their throat when Mason asks, "Marcus, have you considered that perhaps one of your…uh…er…one of your former women may be involved in this? I mean we did rudimentary background checks but didn't go into great detail. You were more interested in recent years than anything from their pasts. Maybe now would be a good time to dig deeper."
Dropping down into my chair again I turn to look out the bay of windows at the watery winter sun. Could it possibly be one of those women I used to share time with in my playroom and fuck them after indulging in some rough sexual titillation? Did I inadvertently hurt one and didn't know? No, I always made sure they left happy and healthy. Other than a few bruises from the cuffs sometimes I didn't leave marks on them, not any that didn't fade away after a few hours. None of them seemed to be particularly fond of me. I made sure everyone knew the score before starting any sexual games.
After meeting Sonja I let them all go with substantial checks and signed waivers not to pursue me for further enrichment. My lawyer made sure the papers are airtight. They get nothing more than what we agreed on. Anyone going after me for more will end up in court for a long stretch of legal battles that will cost them more than they can win as a settlement. Going after me through the courts would be satisfactory on a vindictive level. I suppose it's possible one or more of them might be angry over being so abruptly dismissed. I can't say any of them had any warm fuzzy feelings for me. Money and kinky fuckery is what kept us together not love. Maybe I felt affection for a few of them, Rebecca for instance, but nothing more than that.
Turning back around I send a comment to Mason, "Dig deeper. Find out all you can. Hire extra people if you need them. I want to see some results within a few days, sooner if you can."
"Jack, give him a hand. Right now this is top priority. All our projects are in good places right now and can be left to simmer for a while. Nothing is urgent at the moment. I'm caught up on paperwork so I may take a few days off. Maybe do some investigating of my own." Mason sends me a doubtful look. He's worried I'll get in his way. Surely he doesn't expect me to sit on my hands while someone tries to rip my world apart?
"I promise I won't get in your way. I might spend some time looking through some of our stored footage. Maybe I'll see something we missed before."
"Boss, I didn't mean…" Mason begins to protest when I raise my hand to stop his flow of words.
"I know you didn't Mason. It's your job to make sure no one, including me, hinders an investigation. If you see me getting out of line let me know. I want this over so Sonja and I can begin to plan our future."
Jack slams a hand to his chest and staggers back saying in a false horrified voice, "No. Say it isn't so. Not the king, not the sultan of the harem, not Marcus the Sheik. Please tell me you haven't been brought down by a pair of lovely blue eyes, a figure the Goddesses all envy, the sultry body the Gods will do battle to possess." He slumps down on the couch and says in mock disgust, "Well shit! Who am I going to get to pal around with me on my dear hunting weekends? That's d-e-a-r," he says with a smile.
"How about you Mason? You up for some "dear" hunting?" Jack asks.
"No can do. Not until after we find these pricks threatening Marcus. The second we have them all, it's game on." His smile is as wide and wicked as Jack's. I feel a twinge that I'll miss a night out with the guys but not a single one that I don't want to go "dear" hunting. I have to grin at Jack calling women "dear". It's a lot sweeter than some things I've called women over the years.
Wrapping up last minute details I put a few papers in my briefcase to work on at home. It isn't anything urgent, just something to keep my mind busy when I'm not occupied with Sonja. I don't foresee too many hours not spent persuading her to come play with me. I must say it's been a lot easier lately. There are times I find her dragging me by my hand into the playroom. I enjoy her inquisitive mind. I must say she's very inventive too.
Riding up in the elevator I find my pulse beginning to race. It has been like this every night when I come home. I can't be sure Sonja will be waiting for me but most nights she is. Those nights it is only Rosario greeting me are disappointing. I've been toying with the idea of asking Sonja to move in with me. We are to be married at some point so why not share our living space? After years living a solitary existence, I now want to fill my home with life. Not my apartment but a real home like Christian has. After the New Year maybe we can start looking at properties.
Rosario comes from the direction of the kitchen. She smiles then motions with her head toward the hallway leading to my bedroom. "Sonja told me to direct you down the hall as soon as you got in. Tell her the oven is turned down low, the casserole should be fine for another hour."
She puts her hands on her hips and scolds, "When are you putting a ring on that girl's finger? It's all well and good to propose but without a ring it don't mean spit."
Almost I crack a smile. Rosario has been watching some old westerns and picking up some of the language used by the actors. Every day I expect her to have a wad of chewing tobacco in her mouth and a spittoon installed somewhere in my apartment. I can see the humor in this. A few short months ago it would have irritated me. I probably would have said some hurtful things to Rosario. I'm learning to think of others before myself under Sonja's tutelage.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I intend to go shopping for a ring tomorrow. Will that be soon enough for you Miss Butinskee?"
Taking off her apron she says, "My work here is done. I'll see you in the morning. Or maybe I won't. Depends on what sort of sounds are coming from down the hall," Rosario says with a knowing grin. I wonder if maybe I should soundproof the whole damn place. Since I spend more time at home sometimes Rosario might hear more than she'd like. Her self-satisfied smirks after Sonja and I come from my bedroom is annoying but as she indulges us with delicious treats I won't complain.
Opening my bedroom door I don't see Sonja anywhere. She's not in the bathroom. I go down the hall checking rooms as I go. The last one I check is the playroom. All this anticipation has my heart pumping so hard and fast if I wasn't breathing so hard I bet the thumping could be heard.
The last room to check is my playroom. Ah, there she is, my Siren in all her glory. Sitting naked on the floor by the cross. Hands on her thighs in the proper position. Does this mean she is willing to let me tie her up and use either a whip or flogger on her? My groin tightens just imagining hearing the sharp snap of leather hitting flesh. The pink flush left behind will be evidence of my power over my Siren, my control. Now I'm grateful I let go of the anger I felt earlier.
"Hi baby. Tell me what you want. I'm a little surprised." I'm so fucking turned on I can hardly speak.
"I want Master Marcus to use the soft hide flogger I bought on me after he ties me to the cross. Does that please Sir?"
I want to kiss her so I reach in my pocket for a breath mint. I'd like to shower and brush my teeth but after seeing her waiting so obediently for me I'll make do with a mint. If I shower I'd be tempted to masturbate I'm so ready to come.
"Does Master Marcus have mints?" she asks with her hand raised palm up. Dutifully I shake a couple onto her palm. Demanding little thing.
"I am very pleased. Stand up and turn facing the cross." Already my voice is deeper reflecting the sexual tension beginning to thrum through my body. Shit! I hope I can last through a flogging.
I tie her hands and feet to the wooden cross. Seeing her spread out so open to my eyes is so arousing if any more blood settles in my penis it's going to explode. Fuck, this has never happened right before I punish someone. Usually I'm intent on tying them up and setting everything up. Now I'm shaking and ready to come and I haven't even touched the fucking flogger.
Taking a step forward I press my body flush against Sonja's. "Siren, feel how hard I am? I haven't done anything yet but already I'm about to come. This may be a short punishment and pleasure session unless I can get myself under control."
"Do what you want Sir, this is for your pleasure, not mine. I am here to serve you."
Hell no. My Sonja isn't going to become this servant to her master's pleasures. Obedience is one thing while in the playroom but I don't want subservience. Actually I don't think Sonja can sustain this attitude for long, she's much too aware of what she wants and isn't afraid to go after having her desires filled. Sometimes, it's hard to tell who the top in this relationship is. I don't mind. She always makes it worth my while.
"Siren, I want you to come. That is my command."
With her spread out and me pressed against her it is impossible for me not to trail my fingers down her stomach so I can find the heat between her legs. From the wetness coating my fingers it seems my siren is ready for me just as I am for her. Stroking a finger over her clit draws a groan from deep down inside my woman.
Stepping back I draw back my arm then swing it forward. A surprised gasp comes from her mouth. The first few strikes are only meant to bring the blood to the surface. A little more sting will make the caresses I give afterward all the more welcome. Things are going along as they should so I put a little more power behind my next swing.
"Ouch, shit!"
Dropping the flogger to the floor I step forward to wrap my arms around her waist as I say, "Oh God Sonja, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Shit, let me get you down from here. Why didn't you safe word before?"
"Marcus, stop. It didn't hurt all that much, besides I don't mind the pain when I know what will come after. If I need the safe word believe me I'll use it. To counteract the pain all I have to do is remember your hand hitting my bare butt followed by soothing massage and kisses. Is it weird that I like you kissing my butt? If it's gross you don't have to do it." Is my girl fantastic or what? No matter what problem I have she always knows just how to deal with it even if it's to let me figure things out giving me silent support. I know she isn't into being tied up on the cross but she does it for me. Well, I can make sure her sacrifice is well rewarded.
"Baby I love kissing your sweet cheeks especially when they are warm and pink from my hand. Are you ready to continue?"
"Yes please Sir. Give me more. Make it hurt so good." I can hear the rising desire in her voice. This time I trail the lengths of leather over her body before giving a stinging swat. Hearing moans coming more often and louder I feel it's time to bring her down. I need to bury myself inside her.
The last cuff is undone and Sonja grabs hold of my shirt. I've been so focused on her I forgot I hadn't removed my clothes. I am for sure losing control of this situation. I start to unbutton my shirt but Sonja pushes my hands aside. "No, I want to do it. It feels like I'm unwrapping a Christmas present."
Okay, so she's topping again. Plenty of time to take her to task later. Right now all I can think about is burying my cock in her warm pussy. It takes longer than I like as she gets sidetracked kissing the skin being revealed. Warm lips wrapped around my hard length nearly brings me to my knees. Sonja has the most fuckable mouth in the world as far as I'm concerned. Her talent gets better all the time.
Carrying her to the cushioned table I sit her down. I'm inside her fucking her fast and hard without any preparation. She's slick and ready. I go in all the way until I'm completely buried inside her.
Before when we had sex there was always the idea of a child in the back of my mind. I'm beginning to think it might not be a bad thing to wait. I suppose I'll leave it in the hands of a higher power as I know what having a child means to Sonja. I'm being a little self-serving as some of our rougher sex may be curtailed if she does get pregnant. Either way, if she gets pregnant or she doesn't we'll still have each other and love each other. A child will be an added blessing should one come along.
Having put the idea of becoming a father in the "if it does or doesn't file" of my mind I find I can really let go and appreciate Sonja in several different positions without worrying about if it is not best for conception.
It's very exciting to be able to watch as I fuck her. Standing this way I can see every thrust in and watch as I slide out to the tip then push hard back in. I love how her nipples respond to the slightest touch. When I blow on them instantly they pucker. I also enjoy Sonja's moans as pleasure shoots from every point of contact between us.
"Are you almost there baby? I'm going to come in a few more strokes. Is my siren ready to come?"
"Oh yes! Make me come. Touch…touch my clit. Kiss and fuck me hard. I want your mouth on me." She really is a demanding little thing, I like that about her. Of course I can't let her know how much of a turn on it is to hear her take command sometimes. I know it's because I've got her so turned on she has to let it out verbally how she feels.
"Now Marcus, now." I feel her tightening around me. Shoving into her hard I come inside of her. The last ejaculate spills out leaving me weak. Slumping against her I inhale deeply trying to recover.
I carry her to my bathroom so we can shower. I love washing her almost as much as I like fucking her. It is a rare pleasure. It takes Sonja longer to wash me as she likes to fondle and kiss the places after being washed. I wonder if she's putting a seal of approval on me.
Refreshed from our shower I am debating asking some serious questions. I told Sonja about Carrie Reynolds and she told me a little about her dad. I know there has to be much she left out. I know how embarrassed I felt letting all that crap out, especially to her. I guess she'll feel the same when telling me more about what happened to her as a child. Now is a good time to share the load. We're in a good place in our relationship. I've bared my soul to her now it's time for her to tell me everything that haunts her in her nightmares.
With her head resting on my shoulder I can't see her face. Maybe that will make her feel less exposed. Inhaling a sustaining breath I say softly, "Sonja, I know we talked about our pasts. I've told you every detail as I remember them. I'd like to know more about what happened to you. You don't have to tell me anything you're not ready to reveal. I just know how unburdened I felt once I told you everything."
We lie quietly for a few minutes before I hear her voice whispering gaining strength as she gains momentum. "I think the first I remember my father touching I was maybe four. If he did so before that I was too young to remember. He told me little girls had to show their daddies they loved them in that way. Since I didn't feel loved I thought this new thing meant he loved me. It didn't feel like anyting loving. Afterward I felt awful. I didn't talk for days. Mother threatened to whip me unless I started speaking.
There was never any joy in that house, no love, no praise for doing something especially well in school. I tried in so many ways to find something that would make them love me. I thought I could find a different way to show love than having him doing those shameful things to me. No matter what I did he kept coming."
A heavy sigh then she continues, "Mother, what can I say about her without sounding like a hateful child? It's my opinion my parents should have been one of those couples not blessed with children. Mother didn't know how to be a real mother and father…that bastard should have been castrated at birth. You know, there are only a handful of times I thought of them as mom and dad, they were Mother and Father. I bet Freud would have a field day with the two of us.
It is so degrading to have one parent molesting you and the other living in denial of what she knows is happening. It's not that she couldn't have done something about what my father did, it was the fact that she didn't want to do anything to upset him in case he threw her out.
He hurt me that first time. He was drunk and left scratches between my legs from his fingers. At four I didn't know if this was some new game or punishment for having done something wrong even after he told me he did it out of love. When it kept happening I began to withdraw into a private world where nothing could hurt me. It was only as I got older and learned things from school that it became clear this wasn't supposed to happen. Daddies we're supposed to come into their little girl's beds to do those horrible things like my father did. Hatred began to grow in me and I found a way to rebel. I made myself scarce at home. I knew if I stayed away long enough he'd drink himself into oblivion. I did try to resist after the first time but that only earned me a beating. I hated touching his...I hated having to use my hand to get him off. He tried my mouth but I kept gagging and throwing up.
I get a queasy feeling every time I imagine my mother going willingly into that man's bed to do the things that you and I do. Truth is it's hard to keep from vomiting when I recall how he touched me, put his fingers in me. For years fear of intimacy kept me from even wanting to have a sexual relationship with anyone.
Only after seeing you did I start to dream about sex. Since I didn't know the first thing about it my dreams were exciting as hell without coming to a satisfactory end sometimes. I didn't dare touch myself in case I awakened some sexual beast inside me. The old saying of apples not falling far from the tree kept drifting through my mind."
Putting my finger under her chin so I could lift her face up I kiss her lips before I say softly, "Sonja, don't ever believe for one second you could ever be anything like the bastard who impregnated your mother. You are nothing like him. You manage to take my cock in your mouth without any trouble. I'd say that's one hurdle you've cleared already."
"I suppose I do know that now but before I met you and finally managed to ensnare you I had my doubts. And as for taking your cock, I enjoy being able to give that pleasure to you. Turning you on turns me on."
"Ensnared huh? I knew there was a reason I thought of you as my Siren, My Blond Siren in fact. Maybe it is I who ensnared you. I seem to recall you telling me I have magic fingers and a tongue that should be registered as lethal. And what you shout out about how wonderful my cock is when we fuck, well…Stuff like that could give a guy a big head, one to match the head on his shoulders."
She punches my shoulder playfully. Kissing my jaw she snuggles back down against my chest. I am more certain now I want her to move in. I like having her in my bed. Those few mornings when I wake up with her snuggled up against me are mornings it is hard to find the will to leave my bed.
"You know, that first night I was worried that you might find I wasn't a virgin. I couldn't be sure as…as…shit, the bastard never got the opportunity to stick his wilted old cock in me, not for lack of trying mind you after I got…after…well darn it, after my first period. Why is it I can do all sorts of intimate things with you, shout out how good it feels and even tell you how to do it but when it comes to just talking about this stuff I find it hard to articulate?"
Wiggling my fingers I say, "Maybe it's because these magic fingers get you so horny all your pussy can think of is telling me how to make you come. Or maybe it's my behemoth cock bringing out your lusty side."
"Behemoth?"
"Yep, big, real big. Maybe later I can give you another demonstration. Maybe bring out the dirty girl in you. I like my dirty siren. She's very…expressive."
"Well I suppose we should explore this part of our relationship again. This last time we were both a bit too close to the edge to make it last very long."
"Now those are fighting words. You didn't seem to mind when you were directing me to touch your clit, fuck you harder and finally to make you come. I rest my case," I end smugly.
"Examining the evidence I'd have to say Sir is one very virile, sexy, hotter than hot fuckable man. I'd rather have you fuck me than eat chocolate."
"I'm more desirable than chocolate?" I feign shock. I have a weakness for chocolate.
"Put Sir beside a mound of chocolates equal to his weight and I'll choose Sir every time. I know how you love chocolate. Which would you choose? Me or a mountain of chocolate?"
"A mountain? I'd say you're more of a small mound. Speaking of mound, have I told you lately how I love your breasts? One day I'm going to fuck those luscious twin mounds. The idea has been driving me crazy for some time."
She sits up shocked. Her mouth is opening and closing. How could the idea of me fucking her breasts shock her so much? Does she still not know how deeply depraved my mind is, in a good way, not in the depraved way her bastard parent was depraved.
"Hey, we've gotten off track. As much as I enjoy exchanging sexual banter with you I feel we should finish with our original conversation. And in case you don't know, I'd choose you over anything My Beautiful Siren. Now back on topic."
"Oh, that. I was hoping to distract you. It isn't that I don't want to tell you it's just…it's just that it's so sordid. Let's see. I got as far as my period then you went off topic leading me down the sex garden path. Okay, so, when I became a woman in his eyes he told me now I was ready for him to take me like a woman. I didn't like what he did before and I knew I sure as hell wanted no part of his making me into a woman. Lucky for me the factory needed everyone to work mandatory overtime. Between that and staying at friend's houses I managed to hold him off for a while."
She looks up at me pleadingly, "Don't hate me when I tell you this next part. Don't think I'm a wicked sinner even though I am I suppose. I just would hate for you to find me less than worthy of you because of what I did. The last night I was home my father came to my room, I managed to fight him off and make it to the kitchen. I grabbed a butcher knife. When he came at me I stabbed him. I couldn't reach his heart so I stuck it in his disgustingly fat stomach. To this day I don't know if I killed him. I left and never looked back. I won't say it was easy or my life improved beyond not having him pawing me whenever he felt the urge. If not for Libby and the others I don't think I'd be here right now. If not for you, I wouldn't be here now either. I think God smiled on me for once in my miserable life. I look at it like the pain before the pleasure, just like before we make love. It's fucking when we talk dirty but we both know in our hearts we're making love, at least I know I am."
"Oh baby, I love you so much. All that crap from your past means nothing to me other than it upsets you. Sweetheart, you were a virgin that first time. Shit, you're still as tight as a virgin. I like feeling you wrapped around me squeezing my cock as you come. How about we make love right now?"
"Judging by the size of your cock I'd say I'm in for some kinky fuckery. Maybe that boob fuck you were so intent on telling me about."
Without warning I flip her over and say half playfully, "I think Miss Donatella I need to remind you who is in charge when it comes to fucking. You've been awfully bossy lately about how and when we fuck. I think a good ten swats are in order."
"But…but..."
Bending down I whisper in her ear, "Yes, I agree, your butt needs to feel the weight of my hand. Spread your legs and raise your butt in the air woman. Prepare to be disciplined then fucked fast and hard then we'll make love then after that for my pleasure alone I'll fuck your luscious mounds. Your master commands it. Count as my hand connects with your sweet ass my siren."
Swat, "One." Swat, "Two." Swat, "Three." By the time we get to six I've hit her clit enough she's biting her tongue so no demands are forthcoming. I know she wants to demand I fuck her now. I doubt I could last until ten so I give in and fuck her hard and fast. A half hour later we make love just as I promised.
When I'm ready to fuck between her breasts, I hand a bottle of lotion to her to lubricate her skin. Damn if she doesn't make that so fucking erotic I nearly come just watching her. Man, am I glad I held off coming until I slide between those soft mounds of flesh. Her lips on the head of my cock felt like nothing I've experienced before.
What I have planned for our next time using my cross will have to wait. Right now I'm drained but so happy I'm afraid. When things are this good that's when fate steps in dealing a death blow. That's been my experience. God, please don't take Sonja away from me. Don't let anything happen to her. My guts twists and I pull her tight against me as if I'm trying to hold back some imminent threat. Since I've not been a very good person I can't depend on my prayer reaching God's ears. Maybe that's not how it works. It's been so long since I've had any religious teachings I might well be classified as demon like some of my competitors call me.
I can't lose Sonja. I couldn't live in a world without her in it. I might as well be dead as I'd have no life.