WARNING: sexual content.
CHAPTER 25 – Merry Christmas
The next afternoon the beauty department was full of Divas, waiting for their turn to do hair and makeup for the Bikini Battle Royal of the evening show. Fresia was alone today, because Cindy had gone home the night before, after the PPV, to spend the festivities with her family. She was very happy because Dwayne told her that he would have joined her a couple of days later.
In that moment, armed of a hair-plate, Fresia was working on the blond mane of Debra, who was chatting continuously. She was telling in great details what she and her husband wanted to do for Christmas, satisfied to see that the hairdresser was listening to her with a beautiful smile on her face. In truth Fresia wasn't smiling at Debra at all, but the happy expression on her face was due to the memories of the previous night.
At the hotel Mark, or better The Undertaker, had almost ripped her clothes, not with violence but with determination. He made her lay on the bed on her back then using his bandanna he tied her wrists at the wrought ironic headboard of the bed. Then he went to the bathroom and came back with a moisten towel, putting it beside Fresia. He had undressed slowly, letting her the time to protest, if she didn't felt comfortable. But Fresia had no intention to protest, she was so excited that she could have had and orgasm just looking at him taking his clothes off!
Then he was on her and had spent hours torturing her with his mouth, licking her whole body, especially her breasts and pussy. She had cum so many times that her clitoris was protesting for the too many attentions of that long skilled tongue. At some point Mark had rolled on her and penetrated her, with deep and powerful thrusts, spreading her legs more. She wanted to touch him, but tied up as she was, Fresia couldn't do other than scream her pleasure, letting him use her at his liking.
After she had orgasm again, he had kissed her for several minutes telling her that he loved her and that they weren't finished yet. He took the moist towel to clean her, washing away all the traces of their fluids. Then Mark started to lick her again, implacable.
Fresia cum a couple of times more, before he untied her. He made her turn around, so she was on her hands and knees and drove inside her from behind. Slowly at first, to give her time to adjust to the new position, then when Fresia started to moan in pleasure, he moved faster and harder, using his cock like a truck piston. Fresia was on the verge of the hundredth orgasm when Mark, evidently not satisfied had withdrew from her, picking her up in his arms and positioning her on the kitchen table, on her stomach. He heard him grunt "That's better" when he pushed inside her to the hilt. In fact in that position she was at the right height for him and he started to bang her, while Fresia held tight to the edge of the table to not to be swept away.
Within a few minutes she was already screaming in pleasure again and when Mark felt her cum he pulled away, taking her to the nearer wall. He put her with her back against the wall and plunged in her heat again. By now Fresia was a little weak and she would not have endured another assault but he surprised her changing approach. His thrusts were slow and measured, he kissed her murmuring sweet nothings in her ear. Fresia almost couldn't believe it, when the first spasms of a new orgasm started inside her. Mark felt it and increased the strength of his movements, again and again till they cum together and it was the most satisfying experience she had ever had.
Then they collapsed, one in the arms of the other, exhausted. They had slept till two in the afternoon and then had to run to be punctual at the arena.
Fresia came out of her daydreaming because of Laura, who needed Debra for the makeup. She gave the last touches at the blonde's fringe and let her go, while another Diva, Amy Dumas alias Lita, sat down on the chair. Fresia immersed in her job that would have kept her occupied for at least another couple of hours. Finally the show ended and Fresia and Mark went back to their hotel. They couldn't go to visit Mark's family for Christmas because the weather was really nasty. With a hurricane arriving soon, the authority had decided to close a few airports in Texas.
"I'm sorry you can't see your family this year" Fresia said, stretched out beside Mark, with her head on his chest.
"Yeah, but we'll see them after Christmas, when the hurricane will be out of the way. In the meanwhile I was thinking about spending Christmas together, in my apartment in New York".
"New York? You own an apartment in New York?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him, surprised. "I love New York" she squeaked.
"You know, when you use that little voice you really resemble a Squirrel" he joked.
"Oh, hush – she replied, sticking out her tongue to him – When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow in the afternoon, so you will have the time to go shopping a little".
Fresia gave a shout of joy, rising on her knees and jumping up and down on the bed.
"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiii, shopping in New York!"
Mark watched her amused, then a thought popped in his mind, malicious.
"You know, when you jump like that your tits bounce deliciously" he said, just a moment before grabbing her, making her fall on him.
"I can think about a thing or two to do to you, it's a pity you're still aching after the night you spent with the Lord of Darkness".
Fresia sighed, nodding.
"Eh, really that Devil did a number of me – she said smiling – but I have to thank you somehow for taking me to New York, no? Let's see if this can be enough…"
She pushed him on his back and started to kiss him, going down in search of her target. When she reached it, she took his hard member in her mouth and began to lick and suck it slowly, while caressing his balls with a hand. Mark closed his eyes and decided that this was the best "thank you" he had ever received.
It was cold in New York, but Fresia didn't notice, she was too busy enjoying her happiness. Mark's apartment was on the Seventh Av., not far from the most famous and frequented shopping streets: the Fifth Av. and Madison Av.. There were two double bedrooms, two bathrooms, a well equipped kitchen and a huge living room to entertain possible guests or to relax during the free time. She could stroll freely with Mark without have to fight away the fans. He was so famous then every time they tried to go out he was eternally surrounded by a crowd of people, asking for an autograph or a picture. The Newyorkers instead were so used to famous people walking down the streets that they had learnt to watch but not annoy them. This behavior seemed to infect the tourists too, who recognized him but limited to photograph him or to wave at him smiling. Nothing more.
They were magic days, which passed really quickly though. The morning of the day after Christmas, Fresia and Mark had a flight booked to go back to work, for the Monday Night Raw. The night of Christmas Eve, after they had dinner in an Italian restaurant, "Amarone", Mark made Fresia sit down on the carpet close to the Christmas tree. He turned off all the chandeliers so the room was lighted up just by the tree's lights, then he sat beside her.
That morning he had found a huge colored package on the bed, coming out of the bathroom. She had told him to wait the evening to open it but curiosity was too strong so he ripped the blue and silver paper and took out the most beautiful leather jacket he had ever had. He tried it and it was perfect. He had thanked Fresia for at least an hour, before showering again. Then he had put on his new jacket and went out with Fresia down the roads of Manhattan.
Now it was his turn to give Fresia his Christmas gift. He had bought it the day before, early morning, while Fresia was still sleeping. Now, a little nervous, he took the small packet from a drawer and sat beside her.
"Merry Christmas, my love" he said, holding out the wrapping.
Fresia held her breath, opening the gift. It was a long blue velvet case, she opened it and widened her eyes and mouth. A parure of diamonds, necklace and earrings, was spread out on the blue satin inside the case. The necklace was white gold with a diamond of about two carats in the middle, as a "light point". It wasn't too showy, but very elegant. The earrings, in white gold too, had two little diamond drops, about the dimension of the one in the necklace.
"Oh Mark, what a spectacle. But it's too much… I mean these are diamonds…. Oh God, what if I lose them?" stammered Fresia, with emotion.
"If you lose them we'll buy others" he said, condescending.
She smiled happily then put on the earrings.
"Can you help me with the necklace, please?"
When she had it on, she looked at herself in the large window beside her. The parure was fantastic on her, enlightening her complexion. Fresia threw herself in the arms of Mark and started to kiss him everywhere.
"Thank you Mark, it's a wonderful gift… I don't know what to say, they are beautiful".
"This is the reason I bought them, because they are beautiful… like you. And because they went well with this".
He stretched out his hand till he reached a hidden place under the tree, and took out another case, much smaller than the first one. He gave it to Fresia that was swallowing hard. The form of the case left no doubts about the content. She looked at Mark, confused and amazed. He smiled.
"So, why don't you open it?"
She nodded and with uncertain fingers opened the little box. What she saw made her speechless. A splendid solitaire, a diamond this time of notable dimension, surrounded by smaller rocks in an almost pink color, was fixed at the internal support of the case and shined in the dark room, as if it had its own light. Mark watched her a little worried. She was sitting there, staring at the ring and wasn't saying a word.
"Do you like it?" he asked with trepidation.
"If I like it?" – Fresia answered, coming out of her daze – Mark, it's simply fabulous, marvelous, gorgeous. I like it to death"
He relaxed "Well, try it"
She looked at him, still uncertain.
"Do you know what this ring means, don't you? It's a promise Mark"
"Of course I know Squirrel. It's for this reason that I bought it". He took the ring from her hands, kissed it and made it slide on her ring finger.
"My love – he said – since I know you, you gave me your patience, your innocence, your love, your forgiveness. In change I can only give you my heart and the rest of my life".
She was crying by now, but this time they were tears of joy. He hugged his man tight and kissed him with passion, putting all her love in the kiss.
"Marry me, Fresia" he murmured when they pulled away.
She couldn't believe her ears.
"Mark, are you sure? You know, I'm not obsessed about marriage, there's no need to get married, I will love you forever anyway".
"I know darling, but I'm the one who need it. Everybody has to know that you are officially mine, my woman, my love, my wife".
"Mark…" she started, but he stopped her.
"Enough with all this chatting, I'm losing my patience. Yes or no?" He asked with his usual dominant attitude, even if he was trembling inside waiting for her answer. What would he have done if she said no?
Fresia smiled so brightly that she could have enlightened the entire room.
"Yes Mark, a thousand of times yes" she answered, hugging him tight.
He held her, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Damn, that girl had transformed the invincible Undertaker in a whiny violet, he thought.