renda helped Marco finish dressing up in one of Sonny's suits and stood back to look at her handywork. "No one who saw you would doubt for one moment that you were Sonny." She told him. Well, no one but her, she thought. Even though Marco looked exactly like Sonny, her heart and body knew he wasn't Sonny. That indefiniable thing that made Sonny Sonny was missing.
Marco looked at himself in the mirror. "It's a definite improvement over those rags I was given to clothe myself in." He replied, then turned around to face Brenda. "So tell me. Just what does this Sonny Corinthos do for a living and how am I going to do it to fool people into thinking I am he."
Now that could prove to be a problem. "Sonny's a gangster." Brenda announced, knowing it was better they dealt with this now than later.
"What is a gangster?" Marco asked. "I've never heard that word before. What does it mean."
Brenda had a feeling he wasn't going to like this, as stuck and haughty as he'd demonstrated himself to be thus far. "Sonny makes money from illegal gambling." Brenda explained. "And from shipping in goods and some assorted other illegal activities."
"He's a rakehell!" Marco gasped in horror. "A smuggler!" He puffed up like an enraged rooster. "Marco Rodrigo Miguel Lopez Consuelos is no smuggler or rakehell and he won't pretend to be one."
"Oh, yes he will!" Brenda got in his face. "Listen Mr. High and Mighty Slave with illusions of grandeur. At least Sonny is his own man, which is a lot more than you can say for yourself. He didn't sell himself to some rich man for an airplane ticket."
"What is an airplane?" He asked in confusion. "Nevermind. You look down on me for selling my freedom to try and find a better life for myself, but at least what I did was honorable. Your Sonny sold his soul to the devil, and when all is said and done, I still have my soul and he does not."
"You don't know anything about Sonny." Brenda spat. "So don't you dare judge him. And he did not sell his soul. He just did what he had to do to survive."
"And so did I." Marco spat.
"Then that makes you more like Sonny than you think." She retorted. "So you shouldn't have that hard of a time pretending to be him."
elinda sat in front of her dressing table brushing her hair in preparation for her husband's nightly visit to her bedroom. Like many of their class, they slept in separate bedrooms and Jocelyn only visited her bed briefly to do his husbandly duty. The room would be pitch dark when he entered and she would feel him quickly pull down the bedsheets and grope for the hem of her nightgown. Then he would shove himself inside her and pump in and out of her until he was spent. Then he would leave her bed and return to his own bedroom. No words were ever exchanged between them. It was the way Jocelyn wanted it to be, so that's the way it was.
Jocelyn seemed to find the whole thing rather distasteful. Belinda remembered on her wedding night when she had tried to find pleasure in their joining how appalled he had been. He told her only the lowest type of woman found joy in what was only an act to conceive a child. Since then she had kept all her passion repressed when she was around him and laid limp and lifeless underneath him as he performed his duty. Then when his back was turned she found a release for her passion with the servants employed by her husband. Jocelyn had only learned about two of her trysts and he had blamed the men and punished them accordingly. Afterwards he had told her he knew she would have never willingly allowed those men possession of her body and he knew they had forced themselves on her. She allowed Jocelyn his little fantasy about her true nature. She knew that was what he wanted to believe and the truth about her would make him uncomfortable. So why not let him have his fantasy about her as long as she could continue to satisfy her cravings without him knowing about it.
She knew what the female servants said about her when they didn't think she could hear them. She was a lightskirt, so named because she was always lifting up her skirts so some man could stick his cock inside of her. She didn't care. She knew there was more than laying lifeless under her husband as he thrusted in and out of her dry unaroused body. When she found the right man, she would experience it with him. And this afternoon she had finally found him.
While all the others had given her a degree of pleasure, she knew after one joining they couldn't give her what she wanted anymore than her husband could. But Marco Consuelos was different. She knew it the minute she had laid eyes on him. Their bodies had called to each other in a way she had never experienced with any other man. That's why she had tried to resist the temptation to succumb to it. She'd been afraid what would happen once she did. If you'd been searching for something and then you finally found it, what would happen once you finally had it. She was afraid once she'd had a taste of Marco Consuelos, he would become an all-consuming passion she couldn't live without, and she would no longer be able to tolerate her husband's passionless groping at night.
She had resisted the siren call to go to him in the stable for as long as she could. She had only given into it when the hunger became so intolerable that she had to appease it. But having him inside her for that quick rut really hadn't satisfied her need for him. As soon as it was over, the hunger for him began to build again. It was like just eating an appetizer when you were hungering for the main course. What was enough with the others, would never be enough with him.
Which just confirmed Belinda's certainty that he was the one to give her that more she was looking for. She had always thought it would be decadent to be totally nude with a man. For their skin to be pressed against each other with nothing to separate them. But it had never felt right with any of the other men she'd been with. It had with Marco Consuelos and if she ever wanted to experience that with him, she would have to be extremely careful to make sure Jocelyn never suspected anything or it would end before it even had a chance to truly begin.
So when she returned to her room she quickly drew herself a hot bath and soaked all evidence of Marco off of her, even though what she really wanted to do was to remove all her clothes and savor the memory of having Marco inside of her. To touch herself and to pretend that it was Marco's hands touching her. Afterwards, she had heavily perfumed herself since she could swear she could still smell his scent on her, which was impossible. The only part of Marco had touched her was his cock as it had slid inside of her. Otherwise, their bodies hadn't even really touched each others. Another reason why the encounter between them had been anything but satisfying. As a final measure to prevent Jocelyn's suspicions from being aroused, Belinda hadn't even allowed herself to think about what had happened between them. She focused all her mental capacities upon Jocelyn coming to her bed and coming into her body and him leaving both without having any of his suspicions aroused. Until that happened and she knew he didn't realize that someone had been where legally only he had a right to be, she wouldn't be able to breathe easy. Until that was over, she wouldn't allow herself to remember every delicious moment that happened between her and Marco in that stall, on the off-chance that Jocelyn would look at her and know. If she did, she might somehow inadvertently give something away to Jocelyn and tip him off, and she had no intention of doing so. Marco Consuelos was that nebulous thing she had been searching for and now that she'd found him she had no intention of letting him go. So until this upcoming trial was over she would pretend it had never happened and wouldn't even allow herself to think about.
Belinda knew she should be satisfied with Jocelyn. Everyone had told her how incredibly lucky she was to have won the heart of one such as Jocelyn Jerrold. He gave her anything money could buy and treated her like she was a delicate porcelain doll to be put on a pedestal and worshipped. But she didn't want to be worshipped. She wanted to lay in a man's arms who was as passionate as herself and give into the pleasure that passion could give them. At one time she thought Jocelyn was that man, but she'd learned otherwise on their wedding night. She could never be satisfied with what Jocelyn gave her when she knew deep in her bones there was something more to be had than what he was giving her. She had felt driven to find it and to experience it. She had looked for it in the beds of many other men, but only in the empty stall with Marco Consuelos had she finally found it. Now that she had finally found it, could she ever let it go, again?
She got up from her dressing table and blew out the candles in her room, blanketing it in the darkness Jocelyn preferred when he came to her. Then she climbed in bed and waited for him to come. It was a trial not to let herself think of Marco as she waited in the darkness for her husband's arrival. She could still feel him deep inside her body even after hours of their joining. If she didn't stop herself from thinking about Marco and how it felt to feel him inside of her, she would start growing wet for him and when Jocelyn came inside of her, he would know.
She heard the turn of the doorknob as Jocelyn entered and willed away all thoughts of Marco from her mind. As it turned out she had worried about nothing. The same routine that occurred every night happened this night withou incident. She felt him pulling back the covers, she felt the mattress depress and conform to his body as he climbed in bed next to her. She felt the cool air in the room on her legs as her raised her nightgown to her hips, then felt the weight of him on top of her as he shoved his way inside of her. As he preferred she just laid there unresponsive while he pumped in and out of her until he found his satisfaction. Then he withdrew himself from her and left the way he had come.
It was her duty to allow him this access to her body, she told herself. He had bought and paid for it when he married her. But for the first time she didn't want him there. She didn't want him replacing Marco Consuelos' touch with his own. She could no longer feel Marco inside of her. All she could feel was Jocelyn's passionless cock and she hated it. She wanted to feel Marco and she felt like crying when all she could feel was her husband. Marco's touch had been wiped away by Jocelyn.
Once the door closed behind him, she climbed out of bed and walked over to her wash basin to quickly wash him off of her. For the first time in her married life, she actually hated her husband. She could no longer feel Marco Consuelos' touch. It had been obliterated by her husband's possession of her body and she wanted that touch back. She hadn't even been able to savor the feeling of being possessed by Marco because she'd been so afraid Jocelyn would have somehow known. Now it was gone and she was left feeling as empty as the spot next to her in bed was.
She looked at the door between her and Jocelyn's room as a rebellious desire was born inside of her. What if she went to Marco Consuelos right this minute. What if she went to him and got his touch back. What if instead of a quick rut in an empty stall, they really made love with each other. What if she let him to make love to her body the way she always wanted to be made love to, but had never dared to out of fear Jocelyn would see the difference in her and know what she'd done. But what if she did and Jocelyn came to her room and found her gone. If he found out about her and Marco like he had the other's she would lose what she had just found. Was it really worth the risk just to have his touch back when she would have it at another time? But, that rebellious voice inside of her reminded her, Jocelyn never came in to check on her. He'd made his nightly visit to her room and he wouldn't be back. He wouldn't expect to see her until they sat across the breakfast table from each other in the morning. Which meant she and Marco had the whole night to be together as she wanted them to be.
Her mind made up, Belinda waited another hour until she was sure the entire household was asleep. Then she left her room and made her way down to the stable. When she got there she realized she didn't know which room he slept in. That probably should have been enough to make her turn around and return to her room, but it wasn't. She was determined to be with him and any risk she had to take was worth it. So she began to quietly search the rooms to find out which one was his.
As luck would have it, th first room she peeked into was his room. Belinda took it as a sign that this was meant to be. The room was pitch black except for the moonlight coming through the window. A stray moonbeam streaked across his body and bathed him in a ghostly light. She could see he was sleeping in the nude, something she had always wanted to do herself, but hadn't for fear Jocelyn would have caught her and guessed the truth about her true nature.
Sonny sensed someone standing in the doorway and awoke with a jerk. "Who's there?" He asked, trying to make out the figure of the person standing in the door.
"It's just me, Stallion." Belinda said in a whispery voice as she approached his bed. She ran her finger down the length of his cock and smiled when she felt him growing larger beneath her fingers. "I've come for another ride."
"At this time of night." He just laid there and enjoyed her touch. "I would have thought you'd be laying between satin sheets with your husband enjoying his lily white touch on your body." He added. "As you can see, this bed is made of scratchy straw and my hands are dirty and callused from the smell of horse manure and hard work. Are you really sure you want me soiling your body with my touch?"
She pulled her nightgown up over her head and threw it in a corner. Then she laid down on top of him and rolled over so he was laying on top of her. Once he was perched above her, she took his hands and placed them on top of her breasts and arched up into his touch. "I want your dirty touch all over my body so I can never remove the stench of you from me." She told him. "I want you to touch me anywhere and everywhere and to brand me with your touch so I can never remove it." She added. "And that's only just the beginning of what I want you to do to me."
"What about your husband?" Sonny moved her body down and slid inside of her. "Won't he notice that you're missing?"
She leaned up and ran her rough tongue slowly over his nipple, savoring the taste of him. "He won't be expecting to see me until morning."
"Then I guess that means we have all night." He rolled on his back so she was perched over him. "But we'll have to be quiet so nobody hears us." He added. "So what do you want us to do first?"
"I want you to kiss me." She whispered. "But I don't want a chaste kiss. I want your tongue in my mouth the same way your cock is buried deep in my body." Then before he had a chance to accomodate her, her mouth swooped down on him and she plunged her tongue deep inside his mouth.
After that they exchanged not another word or even made the least little sound as they pleasured each other's bodies, instinctively knowing just how the other liked to be touched.