Nine To Five
Kasandra Mayle sighed
as she settled back into her chair. She
laced her fingers together, and pushed them out, wincing at the many snaps,
cracks, and pops that her knuckles gave.
She had been typing at her desk for hours, going over files for her
boss, Mr. Mark Calloway. She worked at
the company of Calloway Enterprises, which dealt with computers. She was his secretary of eight years, and
hadn’t had a vacation in seven. He had
really put her through the wringer, and was still doing so. Even if it was after five o’clock, she’d be
made to stay afterwards, sometimes until eleven. And the torture didn’t stop there. He even called her at all hours of the night,
barking for her to go to his house to do something for him. So, she would be forced to leave her home at
all hours, drive all the way to his mansion that was on the outskirts of town,
and do what he told her to. One time, he
had called her at two in the morning, yelling something about ‘having a craving
for ice cream’. So, she had to go to the
store, get his ice cream, and deliver it to him. When asked ‘Why can’t you get someone else to
do it?’
“Because you’re my secretary,
so you do it”, he would say. “Now get me
that damned ice cream and stop asking questions.”
She pursed
her lips, glaring at the computer screen in front of her. She was basically his babysitter. “He won’t be able to take a fucking crap if I
don’t tell him how to do it”, she thought angrily. “If he asks me to wipe his ass, I swear to
God…” Not only did she do more than she
was supposed to, but he would yell at her for no reason.
“These files
aren’t supposed to go here!! Do them over!!”
“I want these
reports done in fifteen minutes!!”
“You don’t go
to the bathroom unless I say so!!”
She shook her
head sadly. “I do NOT get paid enough
for this!!” she thought. But, through
all the bullshit, there was one bigger problem.
The man was
SEXY AS HELL!!! He was around seven
feet, give or take a few inches, with big, broad shoulders, with huge arms, a
flat belly, tapering into lean, hard packed legs. He also had such beautiful green eyes, a
mouth that just begged to be kissed, and a bold nose. He had short hair, a moustache, and beard,
all a flattering shade of auburn. MAN,
did he look good in a suit!!
She had to
suppress a grin at the fact that, every time he walked by, she got a great view
of his ass as he walked into his office.
It was just the way his pants hugged it…many times her hands would itch
just to reach out, grab it, and give it a squeeze. He was one fine man. But, sadly, he never thought of her that way.
“Fuck it”,
she thought. She got up, and went to the
bathroom. She had been holding it in for
a half an hour, and she couldn’t hold it anymore. She got to the bathroom, used the toilet, then washed her hands.
As she washed them, she looked at herself in the mirror.
She was very
pretty, with long brown hair that glinted gold when the light hit it, brown
eyes that, when angered, would turn a dangerous looking black. Right now, her hair was twisted in a French
twist. She stepped back, and got a
better look at her body. She was very
curvy, and she was glad for that. She
absolutely HATED the way these women went around these days…bodies like
toothpicks, and still insisting that they needed to lose weight.
She finished
in the bathroom, and went back to her desk, only to find Calloway standing
there, with his arms folded, looking pissed off.
“Where were
you?” he barked.
“I was going to
the bathroom, sir”, she replied.
“What did I
tell you?!” he yelled. “Don’t go to the
bathroom unless I say you can!! Someone
important could have called, and you wouldn’t have been there to answer!!”
“I’m sorry,
Mr. Calloway”, she said. “It won’t happen
again.”
“It better
not”, he snapped. He then threw a pile
of folders on her desk. “I need these
done by tomorrow.”
“But sir”,
she protested, “It’s four thirty…and those will take
at least four and a half hours to do.”
“That’s not
my problem”, he said, coldly. “Stay here
after hours until you get them done.”
“Yes, sir”,
she sighed. It just wasn’t worth arguing
anymore. She then sat at her computer,
glaring at his retreating back as he went back into his office. His ass was very far from her mind right
now. This man was a goddamned slave
driver. “I’ll get him back one day”, she
thought. “I’ll make him beg at my
fucking feet for forgiveness.” She began
to finish the files that that had been on her desk before he threw the others
at her, then started the ones that he had just given
her. As she was working, a thought hit
her. She stared at the computer,
unseeing, as the thought unraveled in her head.
“I’ve got it”, she thought. “I’VE
GOT IT!!!” Suddenly, she had the perfect
plan. She was DEFINITELY going to get
him back, and she knew exactly how she was going to do it. “Just a few days of planning…and it’ll be
perfect!!!” She turned her attention
back to the files, working on them in superhuman speed. After about two hours, she finished the
files, saved her work, and turned off her computer. She then clocked out, and raced home to
carefully formulate her plan.
*~*~*~*~*~*
A few days
later, her plan completed, and set into motion.
He was in his office, which was good.
Now, all she needed was some sort of signal from him. And, to her tremendous luck, she got it.
She heard his
voice over the intercom. “Mayle, get in here and take a memo”, he snapped.
Smiling, she
got up, gathering her pad and pencil.
“Let the games begin”, she thought evilly. She went into his office, quickly wiping the
smile off her face before she turned back to him. She sat down in the chair in front of his
desk. “I’m ready, sir”, she said.
He gave her
the memo, which she took. After a few
minutes, the memo was taken. “Now, go
type it up, and bring it back here for me to sign”, he said.
She got up,
and went to the door. She went out,
quickly typed up the memo, and printed it.
She picked up a bag that was under her desk, along with the printed
memo, and went back into his office. She
saw that he had swiveled his chair, so that his back was to her. Quickly going to the desk, she put the bag
somewhere where it was out of his sight.
Once that was done, she cleared her throat. “The memo is done, sir”, she said.
He
turned around, took the memo from her, and signed it. “Make four hundred copies, to be sent out”,
he said, handing it back to her. He then
swiveled his chair back the way it had been when she came in. Instead of going out, she opened and closed
the door, to pretend that she had left, then locked
it. Grinning, she tiptoed back to his
desk, and retrieved the bag. This was
going to be SO MUCH FUN. She went around
his desk, so that she was just behind his chair, stopping for a moment to admire
his neatly groomed hair. She then
noticed that his hands were resting on the arms of the chair. Kneeling, she quietly took out a pair of
handcuffs from the bag. In a flash, she
took his hands, and cuffed them in back of the chair.
“What the-“ he cried. He was
rewarded by a blow to the back of his head, knocking him out.
When he
finally came to, he opened his eyes, and blinked. He tried to move, but he quickly found that
his hands were handcuffed behind the chair, and his body was firmly tied to it. He tried to speak, but he found that he was
gagged, as well. He tried to struggle
out of his bindings, but he was held tight.
It was then that he heard a voice.
“Try as you
might, you can’t get out”, the voice said.
He felt the
chair being spun around, and he locked eyes with his secretary. She was sitting on his desk, with her legs
crossed, and her long hair down. Her
blazer was off, and the first three buttons of her blouse were undone. Her skirt was riding up her thigh, showing
the tops of her thigh highs underneath.
She was grinning evilly at him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, mockingly.
“Do you want me to untie you?”
Mark’s eyes
darkened dangerously, narrowed at her.
But, due to the gag, he couldn’t order her to let him go.
“No, you’re
just fine right there”, she said.
“Besides, I think the bondage look suits you.”
Mark growled
in response. There was going to be HELL
to pay when he got out.
“What was
that? I didn’t quite hear you.” she
said. “Here, let me get this for
you.” She reached over, and removed the
gag.
“Untie me
right now, Mayle”, he growled. “You may be able to keep your job if you do.”
She
laughed. “I don’t think so”, she
said. “YOU are in no position to give
orders. I’M giving the orders now.”
Something
about that laugh chilled him to the bone.
There was a hint of madness in it.
“Look…Kasandra…I don’t know what your problem
is, but don’t bring it here. Untie me.”
“So you can
continue to order me around as if I was your fucking slave? I don’t think so”, she snarled. “Have you any idea of the bullshit you put me
through? Have you any fucking clue of
what I go through to please you?” She
stood, and bent over, so that her hands were braced on the arms of the chair,
and her face was mere centimeters from his.
“And, what do I get for it? Nothing. No
raise. No words of encouragement. Not a
fucking thing.” Her pretty features
screwed up into a look of pure malice.
“Now, I’m going to be the one giving the orders. Not you.”
She straightened, and walked back to his desk, and sat on it again. “You know, it didn’t have to be like this”,
she said. “All I’ve ever wanted was some
appreciation. Some
kind of sign that I was doing a good job. But NO. Instead, I’m overworked, underpaid, and under
appreciated.”
“I never said
I don’t-“, he began.
“SHUT THE
FUCK UP!!” she shrieked. “I DIDN’T SAY
YOU COULD TALK!!!” She got up, and began
pacing. “You would be as successful as
you are if it weren’t for me!!”
Mark
froze. “She’s gone crazy”, he
thought. “Holy Jesus, she’s gone
crazy…” He had to try to talk her out of
any thoughts of violence that may be, and probably were, running through her
head. “Kasandra”,
he said, trying to keep calm, “If you want, we can work out any grievances that
you have. Do you want a raise? You got one.
Vacation time?
Hell, take the whole month off.”
She stalked
over to him, grabbed a handful of his hair, and jerked his head back. “Don’t you dare try to sweet talk me”, she
said dangerously, her eyes blazing. “The
time for talking is FAR over.” She
released his hair, and sauntered away.
He would have
found her extremely sexy right now, if the situation weren’t so damned
serious. He always HAD found her
sexy. “Damn, this is THE WRONG TIME to
get hard”, he thought. But, the lustful
thoughts in his head wouldn’t go away.
She turned
around, to see that the look on his face had grown lustful as he looked at
her. “Ooh, this is even better…more to
play with”, she thought gleefully. But,
she pretended not to notice. “Why aren’t
you trying to yell for help, if I’m freaking you out THAT much? Or is your stubborn male pride getting in the
way?”
“Kasandra…Kacie”, he said, “Untie
me, and I swear that I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Bribery will
get you nowhere”, she said. She began to
pace back and forth again, muttering incoherently to herself.
Time was
running out, and he knew it. He needed
to do something, NOW, before this situation got too out of control. “Kacie”, he said,
“You don’t want to do this. It’s just
the stress that’s getting to you.”
“It’s much
too late for that, Mark” she replied.
“Do you mind if I call you Mark?”
She then shook her head. “It
doesn’t matter. What DOES matter, is that when I’m done with you, you will be
very…VERY sorry.” She went to the bag
that was on the chair, and pulled out a nine-millimeter pistol.
Mark’s eyes
widened at the sight of the pistol.
“W-what are you going to do with that?” he asked, swallowing nervously.
“What does
one do with a nine mil pistol?” she replied sweetly. She rounded the desk, and jumped on it,
crossing her legs, all while keeping the pistol pointed at him. “If you don’t want me to shoot you, you are
going to do exactly as I say.” She then
looked around, taking a deep breath.
“It’s a bit…WARM in here, isn’t it?”
She placed the pistol on the desk, grinning at the look of desperation
on his face, and fanned herself with her hand.
“Much too warm.
You don’t mind if I get a bit…comfortable, do you?”
Mark didn’t
say anything. He was trying to figure
out a way to get the gun away from her.
But, his legs, as well as his arms, were bound to the chair. His attention was suddenly distracted from
the gun when she began to unbutton her blouse.
She
unbuttoned her blouse slowly, button by button, watching him as his eyes
followed every movement that her fingers made.
She finally got the blouse open, revealing a lacy white bra. “Ahh, much better”, she said. She went to her blazer,
that was hanging on the same chair that the bag was on, and take a hair
clip from out of one of the pockets. She
put her hair up, then sighed contentedly. “Now I feel more comfortable.” She then kicked off her black pumps.
“Man, stop
it”, Mark thought sharply, thinking of how the bra hugged her abundant cleavage
beautifully. But, no matter how much he
tried, he couldn’t help but imagine his hands cupping and squeezing the flesh
that was on display to him. “Now is not
the time for this!!” He was distracted
from his thoughts when she spoke again.
“Are you
thirsty?” she purred. “Because
I sure am.” She walked slowly to
the small refrigerator in the corner of his office, and opened the door. Bending over, she perused the contents that
were inside.
Every man who
would ask him would get the same answer… ‘I am a legs and ass man.’ And, he had to say, those were one hell of a
pair of legs, and one fine ass. She
would usually kneel down in front of that fridge, but today, she was bending
over, so that her ass was now on display for him to stare at. Her skirt was riding up the backs of her
thighs, giving him yet another glimpse of the tops of her thigh highs, and just
a peek of the straps of the garter belt that she wore. He immediately pictured removing that skirt,
and giving her ass a firm squeeze…
“Dammit man, get a hold of yourself!!”,
he thought firmly. “The woman has a gun,
and is threatening to kill you, and you’re admiring her ass!! What the fuck is wrong with you!!”
She looked
through the fridge, and settled on a can of diet soda. “Is diet soda all right with you? Wait, what am I saying, of COURSE it is. I’ve been stocking the damned thing out of
money from my own pocket.” She
straightened, and closed the fridge door.
She then turned around, running the cold can over her heated skin. “Mmmmmm, that feels good”, she murmured. She then walked back to him, exaggeratedly
swinging her hips, stopping until she was right in front of him. Then, she suddenly sat on his lap, straddling
it, and making sure that her chest was in his face. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she popped
the top of the can. Grinning
seductively, she put the open can to his lips.
“Bottoms up”, she murmured, before pouring the cold drink into his
slightly open mouth.
Mark’s mouth
opened as she poured the soda down his throat.
His mind was still whirling with the way she had run the cold can down
her neck, over her chest, and down her belly.
The fact that her chest was damned near pressed into his face wasn’t
helping either. Shifting his eyes
slightly, he noticed that the gun was still perched on the desk. “Okay…as long as I keep her attention away
from it, I should be fine”, he thought.
He looked back at her, only for his eyes to drop to her cleavage again. “K-Kacie”, he said
softly, breathing heavily. “Kacie, think about this…”
She
sighed. “I’m not trying to seduce you,
if that’s what your thinking”, she said. Taking a sip from the can, she got off
him. She set the can on the desk, beside
the gun, and turned back to him. She
then bent over, so that her face was very close to his, and bracing her hands
on the arms of the chair, as she had done before. She then spoke again, using her sexiest ‘Mrs.
Robinson’ voice. “Would you LIKE me to
seduce you? Is that what you’re trying
to tell me?”
“That…that’s
not…” he stammered, trying to get his breathing under control.
“I beg to
differ”, she breathed. She removed her
hand from one of the arms from the chair, and placed it over the hardened bulge
in his pants, beginning to stroke it.
“This tells me an entirely different story.”
Mark
gulped. This woman was going to shoot
him…but she was giving him the damnedest hard-on he’d had in years.
“I saw the
way you were looking at me before”, she whispered in his ear. “Don’t think for one second that I didn’t
miss it.” She straddled him again,
grinding her body against his. “Ooh,
you’re BEGGING me to seduce you…I can feel it.”
Giggling, she nuzzled his neck, gratified to hear him groan softly. This was more fun than she could have ever
imagined. Not only was her plan going
perfectly, but also she was gettting to cop a
much-anticipated feel. “Mark”, she
murmured, “Do you want me to ease that ache for you? You must be hurting right now.”
Mark growled
deeply in his throat. “N-n…no…” he
murmured. “Kacie…don’t…”
“Come on”,
she purred. “Don’t you want me?” She
emphasized the question by grinding herself into his lap.
“Kacie…be sensible…” he stammered.
Her face
changed from a seductive smile, to the look of malice that he saw on her
before. “What’s wrong?! Am I not good enough for you now?!” she
spat. She got off him, glaring at
him. “Am I too fucking low for your
standards?! High and Mighty Mark
Calloway can’t lower himself to be with the likes of the lowly Kasandra Mayle?!”
“Kacie…I didn’t mean it like that…” Mark said.
“If you’re
trying to insult me, it’s not working”, she growled. “Besides, you don’t know what a true insult
is.” She sat on the desk once again, her
eyes black with anger. “INSULT is
working your fingers to the bone for under $25,000 a year for eight years. INSULT is doing everything possible to make
sure YOUR ass doesn’t go belly up, and getting nothing to show for it but a
tiny apartment that I can barely afford.”
She stood, and stalked slowly up to him.
“INSULT is going out of my way to do a good job, but receiving no credit
for what I do.”
Mark
stiffened when he saw the gun in her hand.
He damned near stopped breathing when she raised it slowly, aiming for
his forehead.
“I’m sick of
being treated like a fucking dog”, she said through gritted teeth. “Which is why I’m going to
make sure that YOU…” She stepped until the barrel of the gun was
pressing between his eyes. “…Won’t treat
anyone like that…EVER AGAIN.”
“What do you
want from me?” Mark asked, beginning to tremble in fear for the first time in
his life. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you
to beg”, she said, grinning maniacally.
“I want you to PLEAD me for mercy.
I want you to grovel for me to spare your life.”
Mark stared
at her. “Kacie…”
“I SAID BEG,
YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” she shrieked, pressing the gun even more into his temple.
“I have no
choice”, he thought. “She’ll blow my
brains out if I don’t comply.” “K-Kacie”, he murmured, “Please…don’t do this…”
“That’s
right”, she snarled, “Beg.” She then ran
the barrel down his nose, over his lips and chin, and rested it under it. “Come on, I know you can do it…”
“Kacie, PLEASE”, he pleaded.
“You don’t want to go to jail over this, do you? It’s not worth it.”
Kacie
grinned inwardly. “Just a few more
minutes of pleading…” she thought. “…And
I’ll have him right where I want him.”
“Kacie”, he begged, “Untie me, and I promise not to press
charges.”
“Hmmm…I don’t
think I will”, she said matter-of-factly.
She grabbed a handful of his hair, and yanked his head back. “I think I’ll just leave you here.”
“Kacie, I’m begging you, untie me”, he said
desperately. “I’m going to die”, he
thought. “She’s going to kill me.”
She released
his head, and stood back, aiming the pistol at his head again from a foot away.
Mark squeezed
his eyes shut, waiting for the feel of the bullet.
Grinning
evilly, she squeezed the trigger.
Mark waited
for the gunshot, but all he heard was a >Pop<. At first, he thought he was dead, but when he
felt his heart race, he knew something was amiss. He inched one eye open, then the other. His eyes then widened at what he saw.
Kacie
was holding the gun, grinning, with a flag that said ‘Bang’ protruding from the
barrel of it. She then doubled over,
laughing hysterically.
“What the
fuck…” he muttered. “What
the fuck is going on here?!?”
“Let me show
you”, she said through her laughter. She
went behind his chair, and twirled him around.
Stopping the chair so that he was facing the corner, she bent down to
whisper in his ear. “Look up”, she
said. “In the corner.”
At first, he
saw nothing. “I don’t see anything”, he
growled.
“Look
carefully”, she said.
Upon first
sight, he didn’t see anything. But, as
he looked carefully, he saw a small camera aimed at them.
“You see”,
she said, delightedly, “That camera is hooked up to every computer screen,
television, and board room screen in the entire building. Thanks to a few friends, of course.”
His head
turned to her, his eyes wide. “You mean
to tell me that…EVERYONE was watching us?
This entire fucking thing was a goddamned prank?!?”
She nodded
her head. “Yep”, she said
cheerfully. “Oh, come on, do you
actually think I’m stupid enough to really shoot someone? You should know me by now.” Laughing again, she rounded to his front, and
plopped down into his lap. “I’m going to
untie you now”, she said. “But, before I
do, all I ask is that you give me a five minute head start.” She smiled up at him sweetly.
“Why?” he
growled. “What the fuck was the whole
point?”
Her face then
turned serious. “The point WAS…” she
said, “…That I wanted to show you what a complete asshole you are. I wanted to point out to you that you step on
the very people who work hardest for you without a second thought.” She got up, quickly buttoning her shirt, and
tucking it back into her skirt. She went
to her blazer, and went into the pocket, taking out a small key. “I hope this teaches you a lesson. Maybe now you’ll realize that a person can
only be driven so far.” She went to the
back of the chair again, and undid the cuffs, and untied him. She went, grabbed the bag from the chair,
along with her blazer, and put the cuffs, the gun, and the ropes into it. “I know I may lose my job for this, but, for
me, it was well worth it.” After putting
her shoes back on, she went to the door and unlocked it. She then opened it. “Oh, and by the way…consider this my two
weeks notice.” With that, she walked out
of the office, leaving him to stare, dumbfounded, after her.
Two weeks
came, and went, and she was finally free of the tyrant known as Mr. Mark
Calloway. She had gotten a better job,
with infinitely better wages, vacation time, and the whole nine. Days turned to weeks…weeks turned to months,
until it was nearly a year after she quit Calloway Enterprises. Now working for Jericho Computers,
Incorporated, she couldn’t have been happier than she was. The entire incident with Calloway was
completely erased from her memory.
Mark,
however, did NOT forget. It took him a
year…one long year to get his plan ready, and it was finally done. “No one crosses me, and gets away with it”,
he thought evilly. “I’ll show HER that,
the hard way.” The humiliation, he could
handle. He was fine with it. In fact, her plan had been brilliant. What really pissed him off was the fact that
she had made him harder than a fucking steel pipe, then
just walked out on him. That woman had
no fucking idea what she could do to a man.
All the preparing, all the planning, all the nights spent working…and
his plan was finally set. “Tomorrow
night, I shall begin”, he thought. “Kacie, get ready…you are in for one hell of bumpy ride.”
The next
night, Kacie was walking through the parking lot of
Jericho Computers, Inc. with her keys out, ready to drive home and take a
bubble bath. This had been one of the
rare nights this past year where she worked late. It was now past seven, and she was ready to
unwind. She finally got to her car, and
was about to unlock the door when she was grabbed from behind, and an ether
soaked cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose. She struggled valiantly, but they grew weaker
and weaker until she went limp in her attacker’s arms. She was effortlessly swept up, and carried
away to a car, and laid in the backseat.
The attacker then jumped into the driver’s seat, and drove off.
Kacie
woke up a little while later, sporting a major headache. She knew that she was laying down, with
something soft under her…perhaps a bed.
Moving her arms, she discovered that her hands were tied above her
head. She felt a draft against her skin
and realized, alarmingly, that she had been stripped of all her clothes. She tried to cry out for help, but she was
gagged. She whimpered,
squirming on the soft bed she was lying on.
As she did, she felt the satiny feel of the fabric on her skin. “What’s going on?” she thought
frantically. Upon hearing a noise, she
froze.
Mark walked
to his bedroom, and leaned on the doorframe as he watched her slowly regain
consciousness. Grinning, he watched her
squirm, whimpering. He was going to LOVE
this. He slowly walked to the bed,
removing his clothes, then stopping and staring down at her.
Kacie
kept her body rigid as she heard footsteps approaching the bed. Her mind began to panic even more when she
heard the sound of clothing rustling against skin. She whimpered again. “Where am I?” she thought. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she
felt the bed dip near her feet, and a hand gently placing itself on her
ankle. A second later, she felt the
other hand on her other ankle. Those
hands then slowly began to run up the insides of her legs. “Dear God, help me!!” she thought
desperately. Her whimpers grew more and
more desperate, while she felt tears leaking out of her eyes, and soaking the
blindfold.
Mark looked
up to her face, and saw wet spots forming on the blindfold where her eyes
were. He crawled up the bed, hovering
mere inches over her, and pressed light kisses to her eyes over the
blindfold. He knew exactly what she was
expecting. She was expecting to be
brutally raped, and maybe even beaten to near death. Nothing could have been farther from the
truth. All he was going to do was drive
her mad with pleasure…something he had been dying to do for years. He gently cupped her face, running feather
light kisses over her forehead, her blindfolded eyes, her cheeks, her chin,
finally pressing kisses to her gagged lips, to show her that no harm would come to
her. His hands rested on her hips,
gently kneading the flesh there. He
removed his hands from her hips, to remove her gag.
“Please,
don’t hurt me” she whimpered. “I won’t
tell anyone, I swear…I’ll give you all the money I have…”
He silenced
her by slanting his lips over hers, kissing her gently, running his tongue over
her lips, coaxing them open.
Kacie
froze in shock. She was expecting this
person…whoever he was…to forcibly take what he wanted, not this sensual,
exploratory assault on her senses. In
her shock, her lips opened slightly. He
quickly took advantage of that, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She half whimpered,
half moaned as his tongue slowly swept over the inner recesses of her mouth,
exploring the terrain thoroughly. Her
body involuntarily arched up into him when she felt his hands running over her
quickly heating skin. “NO”, she thought,
“I’m not supposed to enjoy this…this man kidnapped me!!!” But, despite these thoughts, she couldn’t
help but moan softly into his mouth, shivering as his skillful tongue branded
her mouth in a searing, passionate kiss.
Finally
breaking the kiss, he looked down at her face, delighted to see that her cheeks
were flushed, and her lips were swollen.
“Let the torture begin”, he thought mischievously. He started by running his hands over her forehead,
and down her face. When he got to her
neck, he felt her stiffen under his fingertips.
He ran his hands over her shoulders, relief flooding him when he felt
her relax. The journey continued until
his hands rested on her full breasts.
Her entire body was absolutely beautiful. He hated these stick figure types with super sized
boobs that were just NOT in proper proportion to their bodies. Now Kacie…Kacie was a full figured woman, wearing that full figure
beautifully. It gave him more flesh for
his hands (and mouth) to enjoy. He began
to knead and squeeze her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples and plucking
at them. He grinned when he felt her
begin to writhe gently under him. He
kissed her again, then began to run kisses down her
neck, and lower, until his lips closed over a hard nipple. He had to fight down a chuckle when she
bucked upwards in surprise. He swirled
his tongue over it, before sucking on it feverishly. Her whimpers spurred him on as he removed his
mouth and kissed a trail to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
Kacie
had no idea who this man was, and, frankly, she didn’t care. She didn’t care, just as long as he didn’t
stop the wonderful things he was doing to her.
After a
few minutes of lavishing attention on her breasts, he kissed a trail down her
body. Putting his hands between her
thighs, he spread her legs (with, surprisingly, no resistance from her), and
moved so that his face was hovering mere inches from her neatly groomed
center. He couldn’t help but notice her
wetness pooling on the sheets beneath her.
Kacie
felt his warm breath puffing on her most sensitive area, and whimpered
again. Her whimper turned into a cry of
surprise as she felt his tongue lap at her delicate folds. She gasped sharply again when his tongue
found her throbbing nub, and began to swipe at it mercilessly. “MMMMmmmmmmmmm”,
she moaned, trying to spread her legs even wider for him. “Please…”
His grin
growing pronouncedly wicked, his tongue moved lower to delve inside her, while
he held her legs down with his hands. He
then ate her voraciously, constantly bringing her near her peak, but never
letting her release. Her moans and
whimpers were turning him on more than ever.
Kacie
was out of her mind with pleasure. She
writhed under him, begging him to let her cum.
But, her cries fell on deaf ears.
He removed
his mouth from her, and slowly, and sinuously crawled up her body, pressing
kisses the entire way. He sat up, and
grabbed her hips. Moving so that he
wouldn’t hurt her arms, he slid his bent knees under her bottom, making her
thighs spread even wider. He took his
engorged cock in his hand, and began to tease her opening with the head.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh”, she moaned, her head tilting
back. She couldn’t take much more
torture. She groaned in gratitude as the
head popped inside her. That groan of
gratitude turned into a groan of frustration as he sheathed himself slowly,
inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
He remained immobile, throbbing strongly. “God, he’s so BIG!!!” she thought, as she
felt her muscles stretching to accommodate him.
Biting her bottom lip, she whimpered yet again, squirming
her hips in the hopes that she could get him moving. But, he still didn’t move as she felt his
hands at her breasts again, then his mouth.
Her breathing turned into pants as she tried desperately to get him
moving.
He bit back a
growl at the feel of her tightness. His
hands worked on her hips, trying not to lose his control. If he did, it would be all for naught. He was going to torture her for as long as
humanly possible. Then, when he was
done, he was going to torture her some more.
After his
composure was somewhat regained, he proceeded to move in slow, powerful
strokes, each one lifting her hips off the bed.
Her whimpers turned to moans, and her moans turned to shrieks as he moved.
He kept his jaw clenched, his hips keeping up the slow rhythm.
Her shrieks
increased in volume as his thrusts increased in intensity. She was writhing uncontrollably, as his hands
left her hips in order to glide over her heated skin. His thrusts were coming even faster now, her
screams being silenced by his lips. Just
as she felt she was right on the edge, he eased off. He continued this for what seemed for an
eternity, before he withdrew from her completely. Sobbing in both pleasure and frustration, she
begged him to let her cum. But, once
again, her cries fell upon deaf ears.
She screamed again when she felt his tongue on her drenched center once
again.
He continued
this torture, alternating between his rock hard member, and his sinfully long
tongue for four and a half hours(!!). Each time she would be on the very edge, and
each time she would be denied the ultimate pleasure her body craved.
Mark would
have kept up the torture for the entire night, but right now, his body was
protesting strongly to the lack of gratification. So, he slid himself inside her once again,
and began to thrust almost savagely, gripping her hips until his fingers were
biting into the soft flesh there. He had
been trying to keep himself quiet, as not to give himself away, but a growl
escaped his lips nonetheless. She felt
so damned good.
Kacie
shrieked again as she came hard, her body trembling violently. She screamed again and again as she came
repeatedly, his thrusts never slackening in pace.
Mark continued
to thrust savagely as he forced orgasm after orgasm after orgasm on her,
relishing the sound of her shrieks. He
had lost count of the amount of times he had made her cum…the last count he had
was five. His orgasm was raging near,
feeling her muscles continually contract on him.
She tried to
struggle against her bindings, to get her hands free, but to no avail. She wanted so badly to touch him, to feel his
muscles moving sleekly under his skin as he slammed into her. From what she could feel, this man was so
big. Everything about him was big…his
body…his hands…especially his hardened member, which was now pummeling
her. No man had ever given her pleasure
like this before. And, what’s more, she
had no idea who this man was!! This man
had kidnapped her, and was likely to kill her, and she just WASN’T CARING. Just as long as he gave her the pleasure her
body wanted first.
Her shrieks
grew even louder, as his hips pumped even harder than before. Grunts and groans pealed from his throat as
he rode her. He felt that her body was
ready to cum one last time, so he raised his hands, and removed the blindfold.
She felt the
blindfold being removed from her eyes, and the sight before her was her final
undoing: the face of Mark Calloway, his
intense green eyes boring holes into hers.
She tilted her head back, and screamed with all her might. Her throat was raw as hell, and yet she
continued screaming.
Mark
continued to thrust, his orgasm raging nearer, and nearer, and nearer. Finally, after an eternity, he was finally
flung over the edge, bellowing his lungs out.
Thrusting one last time, he bowed his back, emptying himself into
her. He stayed in that position for a
long time, until he sagged, pressing his weight on top of her, breathing hard.
They both lay
there, their breathing returning to normal.
Mark reached up, and untied her wrists and brought them down, massaging
them. Upon looking down at her, he
suddenly realized that she was already asleep.
He moved to his side, as she turned to hers, facing way from him. He spooned himself up against her, wrapping
his arm around her waist. She let out a
soft ‘mmm’ as she snuggled back into him. As he watched her, a warm feeling started at
the pit of his belly, then spread all over his body. He raised his hand, and tucked a strand of
hair behind her ear. “Sleep now”, he
thought. “Ahh, my sweet little Kasandra…I have yet to play my trump card. And when I do, this game will be over, and I
shall be the victor.” He buried his nose
in her neck, and inhaled her scent. She
smelled really good. With that last
thought, he moved so that he had freed the covers, covered the both of them
with it, and fell asleep, holding her tightly against him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mark awoke
the next morning, turning over onto his back, and stretching. Last night had been one hell of a night. His body felt so relaxed…more relaxed than he
had felt in a very long time. Looking to
his side, he saw that Kacie was still asleep next to
him. She had turned over onto her back
in the night. As he watched her, a small
grin tugged on the corner of his mouth.
She had turned over, moaning softly, and rested her head on his chest,
her arm draping loosely around his waist.
Her hair was fanned out behind her head, just tickling his arm as he
wrapped it around her waist. Her face
was a picture of contentment, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Today is
going to be a good day”, he thought, his grin widening. He had a few days until he played his trump
card…until then, she was staying HERE.
At this very moment, he had people going to her apartment, and getting
her things, and bringing them here. He
carefully got out of bed, replacing his large frame with one of the large
pillows. Looking down at her for a
moment, he watched her snuggle with the pillow.
As he watched her, he suddenly remembered something. He went over to his dresser, and pulled out a
white satin negligee`. He had bought it
five years ago. Not out of
necessity…more like wishful thinking.
Setting the garment down on the bed, he knelt carefully on the bed,
stilling when she shifted slightly.
After settling down next to her, he gently gathered her up into his
arms, making sure not to wake her.
Picking up the garment with one hand, while his other arm supported her,
he carefully slid the garment over her head, and gently pulled her arms through
the armholes. He then smoothed the satin
over her skin, making sure that it wasn’t bunched up. When he was finished, he froze as her head
rested on his shoulder, her mouth emitting a small sigh. His other arm came around, and held her for a
while. As much as he wanted to stay
here, he had to go to work. So, he laid
her back down gently, admiring how nicely her body filled out the satin
garment, the fabric hugging her waist snugly, and molding itself to her
breasts, making the nipples stand out slightly.
The grin still in place, he shook his head slightly, and ran his hand
through his hair. Getting up off the
bed, he strolled, naked, to his private bathroom, where he took a quick
shower. When he got out, he dried
himself off, then left the bathroom, to see that his
clothes were already put out. Looking
up, he saw the head maid, Rose, standing there.
Rose was a
portly elderly woman, in her late fifties, to early sixties. Her brown hair, mixed with silver, was done
up in a neat bun in the back of her neck.
“Master Calloway”, she said, “What shall I do when the young lady wakes
up?”
“Inform her
that she is to stay in here”, Mark replied, as he got dressed. Rose was like his mother, so it didn’t bother
him that she was there while he dressed.
“Lock the door, just in case she tries to leave. Make sure that she’s well fed. She’s going to need her energy for
later.” A pronouncedly wicked grin
spread over his face.
“Is all this
really necessary?” Rose asked. “I
mean…all this trouble…will it all be worth it?”
“Oh, it’s
gonna be worth it, Rose”, he replied. “Definitely.”
He finally
finished dressing, and, with one last look at Kacie,
he left the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kacie
awoke, groaning and stretching. “Man,
what a NIGHT!!” she thought. Her body
felt battered and sore…but in a good way.
Looking around, she noticed that she was in Calloway’s bedroom. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. She winced slightly, squirming when she felt
the soreness between her legs. Oh Lord,
that man knew how to please a woman!!
She got up, and walked into the bathroom, taking the liberty of filling
up the tub, and setting up a bubble bath.
Looking down at herself, she saw the satin negligee`. She fingered the garment for a moment, then slipped out of it.
She slid into the hot water, and let it soothe her muscles. Never, in a million years, would she have
expected something like this from him.
He had never really shown any intimate interest in her before. “Oh well, just be happy with what you got”,
she thought. Settling down in the
bubbles, she let the soothing scent of sandalwood relax her.
After about
an hour, she got out of the bathroom, to find that a matching white satin floor
length robe had been laid out on the bed, and a table filled with breakfast
food had been set up. She slipped on the
robe, and went to the table. She hadn’t
had dinner last night (due to circumstances beyond her control), and she was
starving. Looking down, she saw an empty
plate, a fork, and a spoon, a small container of syrup, and a napkin were also
set up in front of a chair, in which she was expected to sit. She looked out at the spread before her: a
plate piled high with crisp bacon, another of juicy sausages, a large egg and
cheese omelet, a plate stacked with pancakes, another with French toast, one
with regular toast, a plate of butter, and a pitcher of orange juice, with a
large glass next to it. She sat down and
dug in, eating with great relish.
Everything was absolutely delicious.
After
breakfast, she went to the door of the bedroom, only to find that it was
locked. She banged on the door. “Hello?!” she yelled. “Can anyone hear me?!”
No answer.
“I seem to be
stuck in here!!” she yelled. “Can
someone please let me out?!?”
Still no answer.
She kept
yelling and banging for about an hour, before she gave up. Sulking over to the bed, she sank down onto
it. “What, am I
his fucking prisoner now? Maybe his sex
slave?…Ok, maybe the ‘sex slave’ part doesn’t sound
too bad…” Just as this thought finished,
she saw Rose enter the room.
“Oh, hello,
Rose”, Kacie said.
“Long time no see.”
“Hello,
dear”, Rose replied. “Master Calloway
wanted me to inform you that you are to remain here.”
Kacie
raised an eyebrow. “Is that right?” she
asked. “Well, you can tell your esteemed
Master Calloway that he has no right to keep me here. Where is he, anyway?”
“He’s gone to
work, Miss”, Rose replied.
“He’s left me
here?! Does he or does he not know that
I also have work today?!” Kacie asked, suddenly furious.
“He said that
he was going to explain it to you when he got back”, Rose replied.
“Great”, Kacie mumbled. “Just great. Mr.
Jericho is going to have my ass!!”
“He also said
that it was taken care of”, Rose said.
“Figures”, Kacie said. She
folded her arms, grumbling to herself, while Rose cleared away the food
dishes. Once, she had tried to dash out
of the now open door, only to have two other maids stop her and bring her
back. So, she was forced to stay in the
room for the entire day, until he came back (while the maids served her lunch
consisting of an enormous spiced ham sandwich with all the trimmings, a pitcher
of ice cold soda, and a brownie). Eating
her fill, she sat back on the bed, bored out of her mind. She wanted something to DO. It would have been fine if he had left her
with SOME sort of entertainment…but, being the asshole he was, he wouldn’t have
thought of that. She lay back, lacing
her fingers behind her head, and closed her eyes. If he thought that he was going to boss her
around again, he had another thing coming.
She didn’t
know how long she lay there. All she
knew was that one moment, she was laying in the bed,
with her eyes closed, and the sunlight streaming in at high noon, and the next,
the sun was low in the sky, sending slanted rays of light through the
window. Blinking at the sun, she looked
to her side, and jumped when she saw Calloway sitting next to her,
grinning. “What the fuck are you
grinning about?” she grumbled.
“Oh, what
happened to ‘Hello, how was your day’?” he asked, in a tone of mock hurt.
“Since when
have I ever given a fuck about how your day went?” Kacie
asked in turn. “Would you care to tell
me why I’ve been kept prisoner here? You
know full well that I had to go to work…”
“I’ve already
handled that”, Mark said, cutting her off.
“I’ve informed Mr. Jericho that you will not be coming into work…ever
again.”
“WHAT?!?!” Kacie yelled, straightening
instantly.
“I’ve
informed Mr. Jericho that you have acquired a better position”, Mark replied,
shrugging.
“Oh, really?” Kacie growled,
her brown eyes narrowed to slits.
“And…what position might THAT be?”
When the time was right, she was going to rip his fucking throat out.
“This one”,
Mark said, grinning. He then launched
himself on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
He grabbed her legs, and yanked, making it such that her legs were
almost wrapped around his waist, while his hands gripped her hips.
She had cried
out when he suddenly pinned her to the bed.
She looked up into his grinning face.
“Get the fuck off me!!” she yelled, trying to squirm her way out of his
grip. “I want to go home!!”
He bent down,
to whisper in her ear. “You weren’t
saying that last night, now were you?” he murmured. “You were begging for me to make you cum.”
Kacie
growled. “I don’t give a fuck. Today is a new day. Now, get the fuck off me!!” She bucked her hips, trying to unseat him,
but he just held her tightly, grinding his hardened bulge into her soft flesh,
growling softly.
He continued
to grind himself into her, soon being rewarded with a soft, pleading moan from
her lips. He had been rock hard all day,
the memories of her moans and screams from the previous night occupying his
mind and carrying him through the day.
He nipped and suckled on her earlobe for a moment, before sealing his
lips just below the hinge of her jaw, and sucking on the tender flesh.
“You…you
bastard…” she breathed, still trying to struggle. “S-stop…”
But now, his hands were opening the robe, and delving under the
negligee` until they found her breasts, squeezing and reshaping the soft,
yielding flesh. “Oh, geez, who am I
kidding?” she thought desperately. “I
can’t compete with this!!” Whimpering
softly, she tilted her head back a bit more, to give him better access.
Mark felt her
head tilt back, and took this as a silent submission. He lifted his lips off her, only to growl in
her ear. “Do you have any idea of what
you do to me?” he said, grinding himself into her even more to emphasize his
point. Another soft
moan from her. “As much as I’d
love to finish what I’ve started…I really have to change.” With that, he abruptly got up, and headed to
the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Kacie
propped herself up on her elbows, staring at the door in disbelief. “That BASTARD!!” she thought. “If he thinks he’s going to get away with
this, he’s sorely mistaken!!” She looked
to the door, and saw that it was wide open.
Looking back to the bathroom door, and seeing that it was still closed,
she thought that if there was any time to escape, that time was now. She quickly got off the bed, and bolted out
of the door.
Mark came out
of the bathroom a moment later, and saw that she was gone. He whirled, and ran out of the bedroom,
seeing that she was now running down the stairs. He ran after her, catching up to her quickly
with his long legs, and caught her around the waist, hoisting her up over his
shoulder.
Kacie
screamed and kicked as he brought her back up to his room, and dumped her on
his bed. He closed the door, looking
back at her, and folding his arms. “I
suppose that you think that was real clever, don’t you?” he asked.
“I want to go
home”, she said. “You can’t keep me
here. Didn’t you know that kidnapping is
illegal?”
“It’s going
to be very difficult for you to go home…considering that all of your things are
here”, he said, that damnedably sexy grin on his
face.
“What are you
talking about?” she asked.
“I’ve had all
of your things brought here”, he said.
“Considering that you are going to be starting your new…position…in a
few days.” At the word ‘position’, he
had wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I’m not
doing anything that has to do with you”, she spat.
“Oh, yes you
will”, Mark said, slowly stalking over to the bed, and sitting down in the
corner of it. “You definitely will…once
you figure out what that position is.”
“What
position are you talking about, exactly?” she asked.
“You’ll find
out in a few days…I expect on Monday, since today is Thursday”, he
replied. “Now, why don’t you lay on that bed, and gimme some of that real sweet sugar
that I had last night?”
She raised
her chin. “No”, she said defiantly. In truth, her body was thrumming inside from
what his hands, mouth, and lips were doing to her earlier, but she wasn’t about
to reveal that fact. “If you insist that
I stay here, I demand a separate room.”
“Hmm…nah, I
don’t like that arrangement”, he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I think I’ll just keep you here.”
She stood up
off the bed. “I don’t think so. I want my own room”, she repeated.
“Too bad. You’re not GETTING your own room. You’re staying HERE, and that’s final”, he
said, the finality in his voice.
She sighed,
knowing that she was not going to win this argument. “Fine”, she grumbled.
“Good. I knew you’d see it my way”, he said,
smiling. “Now, why don’t we finish what
I started?” With that, he pounced on her, making her fall backwards onto the
bed, kissing her breathless. He couldn’t
get enough of her. She was like an
addiction…an addiction that he didn’t want to be cured of. “This is going to be so very sweet”, he
thought.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For the next
few days, he had hardly let her leave his room…or his bed. When Sunday night rolled around, however, he
sent her to a different room.
“Why the
change of heart, all of a sudden?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t ask
questions, you’ll find out tomorrow”, he replied, ushering her to a room on the
other end of the long hallway of bedrooms.
“Just go to sleep. You need to
get up early tomorrow.”
“Why? What am I doing tomorrow that’s so damned
important?” she asked.
“I said don’t
ask questions”, he said, giving her a swat on the butt. “Just go get some sleep.” With that, he left.
“What the
hell is his problem?” she thought, as she went to the bed and climbed into
it. “Well…I guess I’ll find out
tomorrow…” With that, she yawned, and
fell asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Early the
next morning, Kacie woke up to find Rose prodding her
awake.
“Miss…it’s
time to get up”, she said.
Stretching
and groaning, Kacie got up, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?” she asked.
“It’s seven thirty”, Rose replied.
“Oh…okay”, Kacie replied sleepily.
She blinked for a moment, to try to get the last remnants of sleep out
of them. “Rose…do YOU know what’s going
on?” she asked.
“Master
Calloway didn’t tell you?” Rose asked, blinking in surprise.
“No, he
didn’t”, Kacie replied.
“Well…I’m not
supposed to tell you if you don’t know”, Rose said uncomfortably.
Kacie
sighed. “Well, it’s okay…I suppose…”, she said.
A few moments
later, the door burst open, and a whole slew of maids entered the room,
carrying various things. A few were
carrying trays of make-up, and others were carrying various trays of hair care
products. The maid who came in last was
holding a large, black garment bag, that was zippered
up.
“What’s
that?” Kacie asked.
“It’s…ahem…your
uniform”, the maid said.
“Uniform?” Kacie said, raising an eyebrow. “I have to wear a UNIFORM???”
“Well…Master
Calloway said that you only have to wear it today”, the maid replied, shifting
from foot to foot.
“Well, let’s
see what the oh so gracious Master Calloway has picked
for my uniform”, Kacie said.
The maid
looked to Rose, who nodded once, with a somber expression on her face. When she got the ‘OK’, she slowly unzippered the garment bag, and opened it, taking the
garment that was hanging inside out of it.
She watched as Kacie’s mouth dropped open in
shock at what was inside.
It was a
wedding dress.
Kacie
stared, wide-eyed and open mouthed, at the dress. It was really beautiful, with a long, flowing
silk skirt, the top made so that it would be off the shoulder, and the sleeves
made to be skintight on the arms, each ending in a little ‘v’ that would rest
on the back of her hands. The part that
would cover her chest had laces on it, so that it would have to be tied
together so that her bosom wouldn’t pop out.
Even then, she had a feeling that it would be a very scant cover. Just below the chest, there was something
that looked like a corset. Getting up
off the bed, she walked slowly closer to the maid who held the dress, looking
around at everyone with a look of disbelief on her face. Upon closer inspection, the dress had floral
designs embroidered into it, with strings of pearls attached to it in intricate
designs. Taking the hanger, she turned
the gown over, to see that there was a low back, with laces criss-crossing over
the wide space. Turning the gown over
again, she looked at the corset, then turned it
back. The front of the gown was a kind
of half corset, the laces being made to cross over her bare back.
“Miss, your
bath is prepared”, Rose said delicately.
“This is a
joke, right?” Kacie said, raising an eyebrow, her
eyes still on the dress.
“No, Miss”,
Rose replied. “Everything has been put
in place. It takes place at 3:30.”
“If Calloway
thinks I’m going to go through with this, then he’s got another thing coming!!”
Kacie yelled, whirling around, and making Rose
wince. “Who the fuck does he think he
is?!?” If he thought she was going to
stick around and become his slave again, he was WRONG. She shoved the dress back into the maid’s
hands, and began pacing. She didn’t
understand. This man had been voted
‘Most Eligible Bachelor’ for eight years in a row. In each article, he had specifically stated
that he had no intention of getting married.
So, what the hell was he playing at??
Suddenly, she stopped, a thoughtful look on her
face. “What the hell, why not?” she
thought. “I’ll call his bluff. Just at the most crucial time, he’ll find
that he won’t go through with it.” She
smiled smugly. “Yes…I’ll call his
bluff.” She then turned back to
Rose. “I think I’ll take that bath
now.” She then waltzed into the
bathroom, and shut the door behind her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The entire
house was buzzing with activity a few hours later. Kacie had been
forced to be holed up in her room, while the maids did her hair and make
up. She didn’t know how long she had to
sit in that chair…all she knew was that her ass was numb. When they were finally finished, she was
turned towards the mirror, making her gasp at the reflection that looked back
at her.
Her make up
was done perfectly, dark black eyelining her eyes, a
light dusting of bronze coloring her eyelids, cheeks and lips. Her hair was done up in a crown of curls, a
small, glittering tiara fixed among them.
She looked absolutely beautiful.
Time seemed
to fly, and soon, she was putting on the dress.
Amazingly, it hugged every single one of her curves. Looking down at her chest, she chuckled when
she realized that she was right…it WAS only a scant covering, her bosom nearly
overflowing from the garment. The laces had to be tied, so that the top could be held together,
yet displaying the deep cleavage of her chest. Turning to the mirror, she saw that she
looked stunning.
“Time to call
your bluff, Calloway”, she thought smugly.
“Miss…it’s 3:25…you should go downstairs…they’ll be waiting for
you”, Rose said.
Grinning, Kacie nodded. “Sure,
Rose”, she said. She stood there for a
few more moments as a veil was draped over her face, then turned, and walked
out of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The music had
started, and Kacie was just in time. She stepped out onto the aisle, and slowly
walked up, smiling smugly, with her eyes on Calloway, who had a smug smile of
his own. She finally stopped in front of
the priest, while Calloway moved to her side, wrapping his arm around her
waist.
The priest’s
words were a blur as Mark focused on her.
He was really glad that the dress fit her…better than he had
anticipated. He had purposely made it so
that there were lots of laces…making sure that it was going to be easy and time
saving when he took it off her later.
That thought was suddenly VERY appealing as his eyes wandered over to
the laces over her chest. His hand was
suddenly itching to raise itself, and just pluck one of the strings, and
pull. He almost did, too, until the
priest spoke again.
“Do you, Miss
Kasandra Ann Lynn Mayle,
take Marcus Lucas Calloway to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to
hold, for better for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health for
as long as you both shall live?” the priest asked.
Kacie
looked up at Calloway, her smug smile still planted firmly on her face. “I do”, she said, enunciating so that
Calloway couldn’t miss a word. “I’ve
called your bluff, Calloway. Now you’re
trapped.”
“And do you,
Marcus Lucas Calloway, take Miss Kasandra Ann Lynn Mayle to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold,
for better for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health for as
long as you both shall live?” the priest asked, turning to Mark.
Mark grinned
down at her. “I do”, he replied, enunciating
just like she had done.
Kacie’s
grin flickered for a moment, then replaced
itself. She was NOT about to show her
surprise.
“If there is
anyone who objects to the joining of these two souls, let them speak now, or
forever hold their peace”, the priest said.
Mark looked
around at the joined congregation, as if DARING someone to speak. When no one did, he turned back, his self
satisfied grin returning to his face.
“Then, by the
power vested in me, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Marcus Lucas Calloway”,
the priest said. He then turned back to
Mark. “You may kiss your bride.”
Mark turned
to Kacie, lifted her veil, then
wrapped his arm around her waist, nearly crushing her body to his, while
forcefully claiming her lips in a heated kiss.
When the kiss finally ended, he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck,
while he heard her whisper in his ear.
“You’ve got
some major huevos, Calloway”, she muttered in his
ear.
Calloway
merely whispered back in her ear. “That
I do, my dear. That I do.” He then raised his head, and grinned at
her. He turned to the gathered masses,
while keeping her tightly held at his side.
He then guided her to another place on the grounds, were a large space
was set up for the reception. He led her
to the head table, and sat her down in one of the middle chairs, while he sat
next to her.
The reception
was an eternity. Mark and Kacie danced together, while everyone watched. Kacie didn’t even
KNOW these people. She met Mark’s best
friend, Glenn Jacobs for the first time.
Jacobs seemed INFINITELY nicer and much more fun than Mark was. He had the same build that Mark had, only he
was about an inch or two taller, had blue eyes, and
long, curly brown hair that was now tied back in a slick ponytail.
“So…you’re
the one who finally managed to snag him, eh?” Glenn asked as he danced with
her.
“You’d be
surprised”, Kacie muttered, while glaring daggers at
Calloway, who merely grinned back.
“I’m sensing
some dissention in the ranks”, Glenn said, laughing, as he twirled her around.
“You could
say that”, she replied.
“So what’s
the deal?” Glenn asked. “You act like
he’s keeping you hostage, or something.”
“You have no
idea” she thought. “No, nothing like
that”, she replied. “This is all just a
very sudden thing, is all. I had no idea
he had planned all this.”
“So, this was
a surprise thing”, Glenn said.
“Yeah,
basically”, Kacie said, her thoughts going farther
and farther away. One thought kept
surfacing itself in her mind: What if
all of this was a hoax? What if that
priest was fake, and everyone here was in on it?
“Are you
okay?” Glenn asked, suddenly concerned that her face had gone so thoughtful.
“I’m fine”, Kacie replied, still wrapped up in her thoughts. She couldn’t get that thought out of her
mind. “Of COURSE it’s a hoax”, the
sensible voice in her head said. “He
wouldn’t have gone through with it if it wasn’t.”
Glenn watched
this woman as he danced with her.
Something DEFINITELY wasn’t right here.
A little twinge in his brain was telling him that this woman was NOT
happy about the arrangement she now found herself in. And, her body language seemed to confirm
it. He was going to have a little talk
with Mark later, and find out what the hell was going on. He had known Mark for most of his life, and
if it was one thing he knew for damned sure, what that Mark absolutely ADORED
his status as ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’.
Mark always felt that it gave him ‘free reign’. So, if that was true, then why did Mark
suddenly decide to get married on a whim?
What changed his mind so suddenly and so completely? He had to admit, Kacie
was really beautiful. What was it about
her that Mark would go through such lengths to marry her? What was it about this woman that made her so
special? He looked over at Mark, who was
sitting at the main table. He looked to
be staring holes into him, as if he felt that he had been dancing with Kacie for a moment too long. “Well”, he thought, “Might as well put the
old man to the test.” He turned back to Kacie. “Hey, Kay,
this one’s a fast one”, he said as the music changed. “Would you like to keep dancing?”
“Sure, why
not?” Kacie said.
“Are you sure
that you can keep up with me?” Glenn asked, grinning smugly at her.
“I think the
question is”, Kacie said, “Do YOU think you can keep
up with ME?”
“Is that a
challenge?” Glenn asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,
actually, it is”, Kacie replied. She then listened for a moment, grinning when
she heard the song ‘Bailamos’ by Enrique Iglesias
blare through the DJ’s speakers.. “Ooh, I like this song.” She then began to sway her hips, just letting
the music flow through her.
“I think I’m
beginning to see what Mark sees in her”, Glenn thought. She was very vibrant, and full of life. He was really glad that he had bullied Mark
into getting a DJ instead of a stuffy classical band. But, Mark had insisted that he be able to
choose the music. That was fair enough.
“Why are you
just standing there?” Kacie asked. “I thought I was supposed to be ‘keeping up
with you’ instead of dancing by myself.
Or, is this kind of music too much for you old timers?”
“I am not an
old timer”, Glenn grumbled. “If you want
‘old timer’, then look at your husband.”
Kacie
laughed. “Well then, show me what you’ve
got, twinkle toes”, she said, making a ‘bring it on’ gesture. “Impress me.”
Then, Glenn
and Kacie danced, while Mark just sat by, staring at
them, and seething. Glenn was spending a
BIT too much time with her. And he wasn’t liking it. NOT
ONE LITTLE BIT.
Everyone who
was sitting near him could actually hear an angry growl deep in his throat, and
they could see the veins pulsating in his neck.
A few even scooted away from him, afraid to incur his seemingly
accumulating wrath. His jaw was clenched,
and he was staring hard at the two dancers.
Glenn and Kacie, meanwhile, seemed not to notice. They just kept right on dancing until the
song ended. When it did, there was a
large round of applause.
“Not bad for
a tree”, Kacie said, her face flushed, and breathing
hard. “Not bad at all.”
“How in the
WORLD did you learn to dance like that?” Glenn asked.
Kacie
shrugged. “I was a choreographer for my
college dance team”, she replied.
“Geez, I
should have known I was competing against a professional”, Glenn said. “That wasn’t fair. I demand a rematch.”
“Sorry, I’m a
bit danced out right now”, Kacie said, laughing. She then looked over at Mark, who looked like
he was going to jump over the table and strangle every breath of air out of
Glenn’s body. “Besides, I think my hubby
misses me.”
“Misses you?”
Glenn asked, grinning. “Damn, if I spend
one more moment with you on this dance floor, he’s gonna kill me.”
Kacie
laughed again. Glenn was so fun loving
and laid back. She felt so at ease with
him. “I think you’re right. Let me go stay the executioner’s axe and go
back to the table.” With her piece said,
Glenn escorted her back to her seat, while Mark glared daggers at him. When she sat down, she suddenly felt Mark’s
arm wrap around her waist, holding her there very tightly. She couldn’t move even if she tried. He was nearly crushing her. “You’re crushing me”, she muttered.
Mark didn’t
reply. His arm only loosened a little
bit in response.
“What the
hell is his problem?” she thought. “He’s
acting like we’re really married or something.”
By now, it was resolved…this HAD to be a hoax. She couldn’t see the man giving up his
lifestyle for her. But, as this thought
ran through her mind, she couldn’t help feel a twinge of disappointment. “Oh well…when this is all over, he’ll go back
to his bachelor ways, and I can go back home.”
The reception
was finally over, and the ‘newlyweds’ saw their guests off. Afterwards, he led her to another section of
the vast grounds of the Calloway estate, this piece of land consisting of a
private jet with a runway. After quickly
ushering her onto the jet after the pilot, the plane took off, to carry them to
their honeymoon getaway.
Kacie
sat at the window, gazing out of it.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
She then felt warm breath on her neck, then
felt him nuzzling her.
“You’ll see”,
he murmured, planting light kisses on her neck.
She raised an
eyebrow. “I don’t like being in the
dark, Calloway”, she growled. “I really
don’t.”
“Calloway?”
Mark said, in mock hurt. “I would have
thought you would have been calling me ‘Sugar Daddy’ by now.”
Kacie
gritted her teeth. If it’s one thing she
couldn’t stand, it was being manipulated.
By the way he was treating her, she felt doubly so. “Let’s get one thing straight right now”, she
spat. “I don’t care what you expect from
me from now on. All I know is that when
we get back, I’m going straight back home.”
She was SEETHING. How DARE this
man come into her life, and demand anything from her?! Where did he get the right to alter her life
as he saw fit? She wasn’t a fucking
puppet, and she wasn’t going to let him treat her like one. And, if he thought he was getting any
tonight, he was very sadly mistaken. If
the man was hard, he was going to STAY that way. Until she got to wherever they were going,
she was going to tease the hell out of him.
Then, she was going to barricade herself in a room until they left. There was no way she was going to surrender
control. Not this time. “Well…it’s time to put my little scheme to
action”, she thought.
Mark watched,
slack jawed, as she raised her hands over her head, and stretched, a small sigh
escaping her lips. She then lowered her
arms, and rubbed the back of her neck, making sure that her actions looked as
enticing as possible, without making it SEEM like she was doing it on
purpose. She then sat back into the
seat, fanning herself with her hand.
“It’s too
damned warm in here”, she muttered. Her
hands went to the laces of her top, and pulled at them, giving her breasts some
measure of freedom. She grinned mentally
when Calloway’s eyes dropped to her chest.
Although her
breasts weren’t completely uncovered, they were uncovered just enough. She merely sat there, staring out the window,
completely unaware of how much she was turning him on. “Wait until tonight”, he thought. “That pretty little dress she’s got on isn’t
going to hide her from me for much longer.”
They sat
there through the entire jet ride, with Kacie staring
out the window, while Mark was staring at HER (mainly, down her top).
“Next stop,
Hawaii”, Mark said, clearing his throat and finally dragging his eyes away from
her chest.
Kacie
turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Hawaii?” she asked.
“Yes”, Mark replied,
standing up after the jet had landed. “I
figured a vacation was just what you needed.
You’ve been really…tense these last few days. I thought coming here might relax you.”
She merely
stared at him. Hawaii?
“Don’t worry,
you can thank your ‘Sugar Daddy’ later”, he said, grinning mischievously.
Another idea
suddenly popped into her head. She then
undid her seatbelt, and stood beside him.
“Ooh, I’m DEFINITELY going to thank my ‘Sugar Daddy’ later”, she purred,
making sure that her body ground against his as she passed him by, satisfied to
hear him growl.
They got off
the jet, the sight before her making her gasp softly.
It was a very
large beach house, almost as large as his mansion back home. There was a large pool with a patio off to one
end, and a kind of large hut on the other end.
“That’s my
personal spa”, Mark explained. “Sauna,
massage tables…the whole nine.”
Kacie
said nothing as he led her to the house.
She honestly didn’t care how loaded he was. Such things didn’t matter to her. It was always personality that would attract
her and, in her mind, Calloway’s personality left much to be desired.
She was led
through the house, until she was brought to the massive bedroom. Something immediately clicked in her
mind. Turning, she spoke. “What am I supposed to wear while I’m here?”
she asked. “I didn’t pack any bags.”
Mark grinned
at her. “I took care of it”, he said,
while a few maids brought in their bags.
He picked one of them up, and handed it to her, grinning. “Here.”
She
tentatively snatched the bag from his outstretched hand, and opened it, looking
inside. There were some decent clothes
in there, like shorts, t-shirts, and other necessities, but, mostly, there were
bikinis, and a large abundance of lingerie.
Looking up at him, she gave him a dirty look. “Real cute”, she muttered. “Real fucking cute.” She went over to the bed, and set the bag on
it, rooting through it until she came across a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a
pair of socks. Right now, she wanted to
change. She was tired, and she wanted to
get comfortable. Picking up the clothes
she had selected, she went to make her way to the bathroom, when she was
grabbed by the arm, and whirled around.
She then was trapped in Mark’s large arms. She felt his hand bury itself in her hair,
and wrench her head back. His lips
pressed down on hers, kissing her passionately.
His lips parted only for him to force her head back a bit more, so he
could nip her jaw, and run his tongue over it.
He growled softly once again.
Kacie’s
mind whirled when she felt his tongue on her.
Dammit, who was supposed to be in control
here?? “I better save this situation,
fast”, she thought. So, in response, she
ground her body into his, dropping the clothes that were in her hands, and ran
them over his body, focusing mostly on the hardened bulge in his pants. She was delighted when she heard him
groan. She moaned softly, her hands
moving around to grab his butt, and giving it a tight squeeze, hearing him
grunt. “Finally…I finally got the
handful I’ve been itching to get!!” she thought. She squeezed his butt again, grinding herself
into him even more.
Mark’s
lips descended onto hers again, this time much more passionately than the first
time. His arms removed themselves from
around her, and began to frantically undo the laces in the back of her
gown. He needed her naked, like RIGHT
NOW. He wrenched his lips off hers, and
buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of berries on her skin
while he tried quickly to undress her.
He finally got them undone, and slipped the dress down her body, leaving
her in only a pair of thigh highs, a thong, and a pair of white dress
platforms. He swept her up, and walked
to the bed, dumping her on it. After
that, he launched himself on top of her, kissing her and running his hands over
her heated skin. He vaguely felt her removing his clothes.
Kacie
whimpered, arching her back into his hands.
Every time she would seem to get some measure of control, it would be
snatched away from her. She forcefully
controlled her breathing, so she could try to keep a clear head for the task at
hand. She was successful in removing his
vest and shirt, running her hands over the expanse of bare flesh. With a burst of strength she didn’t knew she
had, she had turned him over, so that she was now straddling his waist. She looked down at him. “I didn’t know he had tattoos”, she thought,
looking over the vast collection over his arms, and across his stomach. Then again, she had never really noticed
before. She maneuvered so that she was
astride his thighs, her hands beginning to undo his belt buckle.
“Damn, this
woman is killing me”, he thought through a haze. He felt her undoing his pants, and hauling
his hardness out of its confines. He groaned
loudly when her small, soft hand began stroking him.
“It’s MY
turn”, she thought evilly. “Does this
feel good, Mark?” she murmured.
Mark gave a
long, loud, open mouthed groan. “Dammit, woman, you’re killing me…” he breathed.
She crawled
up his body, so her face was hovering inches above his. “Does my ‘Sugar Daddy’ like what I’m doing?”
she purred.
“Kacie…please…” he grunted.
“A few more
moments…” she thought. “Mark… ‘Sugar
Daddy’”, she said, still stroking him.
She then leaned down to whisper in his ear. “As much as I’d love to continue what I’ve
started, I have to go change.” With
that, she abruptly got up, picked the t-shirt and shorts off the floor, and
walked into the bathroom, leaving him to stare disbelievingly after her.
Mark couldn’t
BELIEVE she had done that to him. Here
he was, lying on the bed, his member hanging out, hard as anything, and she had
just…LEFT!! Growling angrily, he got up,
not bothering to cover himself, and stalked over to the now closed bathroom
door. Trying the doorknob, he found that
it was locked. He balled up his fist,
and banged on the door. “Kacie, get out here now!!” he yelled.
Kacie’s
voice floated through the door.
“What? I can’t hear you!!”, she sang mockingly.
“I’m CHANGING.”
Mark growled
again. “Don’t make me come in there,
woman”, he said. “Get out here and
finish what you started.”
“I said I’m
CHANGING”, she replied. “I’ll be out in
a minute.”
Mark bared
his teeth, and pounded on the door again.
He was getting very desperate. “Kacie, please”, he groaned.
His desperation grew when he heard the shower begin to run.
“You know,
I’m feeling very funky”, she yelled.
“I’m going to take a shower.”
Mark turned,
and leaned back against the door, his eyes pressed closed. Man, he really needed her. He then suddenly opened his eyes, grinning
evilly. How could he have forgotten? He then got up, and walked out of the room.
Kacie
stepped under the hot shower, lifting her face into the water. Man, this was definitely what she
needed. It was really hot outside, so if
she took a hot shower, when she came out, the air would cool her sufficiently,
even if it was only for a short time.
She really worked up a sweat while she had been dancing with Glenn, and
dried while she was on the air conditioned plane. And, when sweat dried on skin…it was never a
good thing. Also, as beautiful as that
dress was, it was really stuffy. A pair
of shorts and a t-shirt was sufficient for her.
Her mind then switched to Calloway.
“Man, this must really be burning his ass right now”, she thought,
unable to stop the grin from surfacing on her face. “Just what he needed…a dose of his own medicine.” She
reached for the shampoo, and poured a small amount of it into her palm, then
rubbing it into her hair, closing her eyes.
She hated the way her hair felt when it had all sorts of hairsprays and
mousses in it. It felt really
grimy. Massaging the shampoo into her
hair for a minute or two, she turned around, and let the massaging spray rinse
it out. Her eyes remained closed until
the last of the shampoo was rinsed away.
When she opened them, she let out a startled scream.
Calloway was
standing in the shower with her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“How the fuck
did you get in here?!” she demanded.
“This
bathroom connects two rooms, Kacie”, he replied, that
grin never faltering. “You overlooked
the other door.”
“Well, now
that you’ve made yourself known, GET OUT!!” she yelled. “I would like to finish my shower in peace.”
“Nah, I don’t
think that’s gonna happen”, Mark said, smugly. He then grasped her hips, and lifted her,
pressing her back into the cold tiled wall.
He used his body to pin her there, making her legs wrap around his
waist. He then bent his head to whisper
in her ear. “Twice”, he growled. “That’s twice now that you’ve done that to
me. I refuse to let it happen
again.” With that, he swiftly buried
himself to the hilt inside her. If he
were in his right state of mind, he would have tortured her for hours. But, right now, he wasn’t in his right state
of mind. He was still in a haze after
what had transpired just a few short moments earlier. Without preamble, he began thrusting into her
with all the strength his body possessed, grunting with each snap of his hips.
Kacie
cried out when she felt him sheathe himself inside her. The feel of him moving
inside her, combined with the way his large, heated body was pressing her into
the tiles of the shower wall were both conspiring to drive her mad. She shrieked over and over as he rode her
furiously, while she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting each
one of his thrusts. All resolution about
keeping her distance disappeared, as she clawed at his back, her nails digging
into the flesh of his meaty shoulders.
Her orgasm raged closer and closer, until she was finally catapulted
over the edge, screaming, and grazing her nails down his back, no doubt leaving
long scratches there.
Mark felt her
nails into his back, and growled, making him pump even harder. He felt her tight inner muscles clamp down
violently on him, making him cum a moment later, bellowing at the top of his
lungs. He thrusted inside her once more,
before sagging against her, trying to catch his
breath.
A few moments
later, he looked at her. “I think it’s
time we finish this shower”, he said throatily.
Only a few moments had gone by, and he had wanted her again. But, he wanted to get her back into that bed
when he took her a second time.
They had
finished the shower (Kacie had no choice…once
Calloway had come into the shower, he had refused to leave), and when it was
done, Mark guided her out of the shower stall, and grabbed one of the fresh
towels that were hanging, and dried her off with it slowly. He then quickly dried himself off, swept her
up, and carried her off to the bedroom.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
For the next
few days, any and all thoughts, worries, and cares were wiped from her mind,
the only things she was capable of thinking of were this place…this bed…and
this man. It got to the point where one
light brush of his fingers would reduce her to a trembling, whimpering pile of
need at his feet. He hardly let her
leave the bed, much less the house. On
the rare occasion where he DID let her out of bed, he would be showing her the
grounds of his Hawaii beach house. He
showed her around his personal spa, where she enjoyed an incredible massage, and sat in a hot tub (of course, making good use of
it). On the even rarer times she would
be left by herself, she would just wander on the beach. A week and a half later found her doing just
that, wearing a black string bikini (one of the ones Mark had bought her), a
black see through mesh wrap slung around her waist, and a pair of matching flip
flops. She was staring over the sea as
the sun set, the warm breeze floating over her hair and face. Her arms were folded as she stared out at the
flaming sun while it disappeared under the horizon, turning the sky beautiful
shades of red and orange, with dark blue out in the east. She could just make out stars beginning to
show their bright faces in the sky. She
sighed. This was one of the rare times
she could just be by herself, and relax.
Surprisingly, for the first time in a week and a half, the sensible
voice in her head made itself known.
“You know this
isn’t going to last”, it said. “When we
get back to the mainland, he’s going to reveal all of this as an elaborate
hoax, then he’ll go back to his life, and you’ll go back to yours.”
She sighed
again, taking in the beauty of the scene in front of her while the sensible
voice went on.
“I can’t
believe you’ve actually gone on like this is really true”, the voice said. “You know very well that Calloway doesn’t
give a damn about you. He only cares
about himself. You’ve spent enough time
with him in eight years to know that.
The only thing that interests him is his own personal gains.”
She felt a
stab of pain in her heart. She knew that
that voice was right, that this was all a hoax.
But, WHY did it have to hurt so damned much?!? In her heart, all she really wanted was
someone to love her, cherish her as if she were the only woman in the
world. It didn’t really matter if the
person was rich or poor. All the
relationships in her life were bitter failures, the last one most, and most
painful of all.
She had been
dating a man named Louis Stein for three years.
They had even been engaged to be married. Until, one day, she had found him in bed with
a woman she had thought was her best friend.
That had been six years ago. To
this day, she spoke to neither of them, even though they had tried to make
contact with her. She couldn’t
understand why they had betrayed her as they had. Louis had blamed it on Calloway; that he had
demanded too much of her, and she thought nothing of his needs. That had not been the case. Every time she would be called away, all her
mind would think of was getting back home to Louis. But, it appeared not to be enough for
him. After she had caught them, he had
told her that she was selfish, and that she had only thought of herself. He then left her. When he did, her life had crumbled around
her. What was worse, a week later, she
had gone to the bank to find that all of her funds had been drained out of her
account. Louis had taken all $120,000 of
it... her life savings. She had worked so hard to accumulate that money, and he
had stolen it from her. She couldn’t
believe, that after all the heartache and the financial struggle he put her
through, he had the NERVE to try to weasel his way into her heart again. Because that was exactly what he was. A weasel. The only
contact that she had with him was through her lawyer, who had fought to get her
money back for her. Since he had been
living in her home, was unemployed, and the account was under her name only,
the courts had ordered Stein to give her the money back, plus an extra $25,000
in damages. She had yet to collect.
A single tear
ran down her cheek, and dropped, unnoticed, onto the sand. Was it too much to ask to find someone who
would love her forever, as Louis had ‘promised’? Didn’t everyone deserve that much, even
though they had done some not so perfect things in their lifetime? She merely stared out, not really seeing the
sunset anymore, with these thoughts running through her head. She didn’t even notice that Mark had come up
behind her.
Mark,
meanwhile, had been looking for her, finally finding her on the beach. She was staring out into the sea, rigid as a
statue. When he came up behind her, and
took a peek at her face, he saw a tear running down her cheek…and more were
coming. “Why is my Kasandra
crying?” he thought. He stepped up
behind her, and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. “What’s wrong?” he whispered in her ear.
“Nothing”,
she said.
He noted the
subtle degree of coldness in her reply.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He then
tried to lighten her spirits a little bit by asking, “Do you want to tell your
‘Sugar Daddy’ what’s bothering you?”
“I said
nothing”, she snapped. “I’m fine. Leave me alone.” She tried to turn her face away, but he
wouldn’t have it. She was slowly turned
so that she was facing him, and her head was tilted up to meet his face.
He stared
into her face, actually alarmed by the raw hurt and anguish he saw in her
eyes. “Kacie”,
he murmured softly, “If something’s bothering you…”
“I said that
nothing was bothering me!”, she shouted, making him
take a step back in surprise. “Why can’t
you just accept that and leave me the hell alone?!” She turned, and attempted to walk away. But, before she got two steps, she was
grabbed by her arm, and whirled around, and in the next second, being crushed
by a warm, tender, and comforting embrace, with his hand stroking her
hair. Just then, the dam she had been
holding in her for so long, finally broke as she burst into tears.
He could tell
that his Kasandra had been hurt…and hurt badly. In fact, he had remembered a time, years ago,
when he had overheard her speaking to a co-worker about her ex fiancée`…Louis
Stein. He remembered burning that name
in his mind, promising to make that man’s life a living hell. Which he did. Then he heard about the money. THAT was what really pissed him off. What kind of man would steal a woman’s life
savings, for Christ’s sake?! It was that
week that that she had received a little…GIFT…from an unnamed source. He grinned inwardly. Imagine her surprise when she had received a
$250,000 account, in her name. The look
on her face had said it all. Looking
down at her as she cried, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then
rested his cheek on the top of her head.
He held her there, just letting her cry until she couldn’t cry
anymore. He knew that if he continued to
hold her here, she’d fall asleep where she stood. So, he gently swept her up, and carried her
through the house, until he got to the bedroom.
He removed her bikini, and covered her with the sheet, as she quickly
fell asleep. He removed his clothes, and
slid in behind her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. “Kasandra…my
sweet”, he thought, “No one shall ever hurt you again…I swear it.”
For the days
that followed, he loved her tenderly, which made her all the more
melancholy. Try as he might, he couldn’t
bring her out of it. This mood of hers
was worrying him more and more. He decided, that on the last night of this honeymoon, he was
going to do whatever it took to get her to smile. It took him two days to plan everything.
Kacie
woke up on the last day of their ‘honeymoon’ feeling a pair of lips gently
kissing hers. Opening her eyes, she saw Calloway,
looking down at her, smiling.
“Good
morning, Kacie”, he murmured. He shifted until he was on top of her, and
wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her up to him, making her body hover
slightly above the bed. “Have you slept
well?”
“Yeah”, she
replied. “I slept okay.”
“Just
‘okay’?” he asked, dipping his head for another light kiss. “Not the ‘mind blowing after sex’ slumber?”
Her lips
cracked a miniscule smile. “I slept
okay. Now, let me up. I need to use the bathroom.”
“A tiny smile”,
he thought. “That’s something…for
now.” He moved to let her up so she
could use the bathroom. He grinned
lopsidedly at the gray satin nightgown she wore that came down to her mid
thigh. She looked so good in it. He watched as she took up the robe that was
hanging over the back of a chair, then donned it
before going into the bathroom. He then
got up out of bed, and stretched, walking to the now closed bathroom door. “I’ve arranged for a big breakfast to be
brought to us”, he said through the door.
“We have a lot to do today.”
“Do we?” Kacie replied.
“Yes, we do”,
Mark said. Just at that moment, two
servants came into the bedroom, both with enormous trays in their hands. The trays were set up quickly on the balcony,
then the servants left. “The breakfast is here.”
Kacie
emerged from the bathroom, and went to the balcony, looking at the spread that
was before her: large plates of bacon,
eggs (in every type), sausages, pancakes, French toast, and hash browns, two
containers of maple syrup, a plate of butter, a large pitcher of orange juice,
pots of coffee and tea, a small container of sugar, a medium sized pitcher of
milk, a bowl of fruit, another bowl filled with bagels, a container of cream
cheese, and a plate of regular toast.
***Author’s note: Can you tell
that I’m HUNGRY????***
“Some spread”, she said softly as she sat down opposite him at
the table. A plate, fork, knife, spoon,
and a spread knife were in front of her.
She didn’t feel very hungry, so she only took a bagel and the container
of cream cheese.
“Oh, no you
don’t”, Mark said, grabbing her plate, and beginning to load it up with
food. “You haven’t eaten much these past
few days, so I expect you to fill that pretty little belly of yours.” He held it out, expecting her to take it.
“I’m not that
hungry”, she replied, trying to shove the plate back into his direction.
“I don’t want
to hear it”, he said, stubbornly setting the plate in front of her. “You will EAT, and that’s final.” With that, he settled back into his chair,
folding his arms, and looking at her expectantly.
Grumbling,
she began to eat. She had to admit,
these people knew how to cook. She
looked up at him. “Why aren’t YOU
eating?”
“I’m making
sure that you eat first”, he said. “I
don’t want to bend over my food, and look up to find you only nibbling on a
bagel.” In truth, he had only ever seen
her take one bite of a bagel each morning, and not to eat any of her lunch or
dinner. “I’m going to stuff you like a
turkey today, so be prepared for big meals.”
“What is it
you have planned that’s so important?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’ll see”,
he replied, his face breaking out into a grin.
“You’ll like it, trust me.”
Finally satisfied that she was eating, he began to eat his own
breakfast.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Their
breakfast finished, and their (shared) shower taken, he took her for a walk
along the beach, insisting that she wear a string bikini that he had especially
made for her. It was made of shiny
silver spandex, with black trimming, with a matching wrap that he had lovingly
tied around her waist. He guided her all
around the property, stopping at a small field behind the house, where a large
picnic was set up, with everything from the food and drink down to the red and
white checkered blanket.
Sweeping her
up into his strong arms, he settled her down on a clear space on the blanket, then settled down next to her.
They had a
very filling lunch (an enormous bowl of fettuccine alfredo,
with garlic breadsticks, a bottle of fine red wine, with a strawberry-filled
dark chocolate cake frosted with white chocolate frosting afterwards), then
just lay next to each other, talking, while Mark took a bunch of grapes from a
separate bowl, and held the bunch just over her, feeding them to her as a slave
would feed his mistress.
“Are you
deliberately trying to pamper me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, and grinning
slightly.
“Yes,
actually I am”, he replied. He leaned
down, and whispered in her ear, his lips brushing over her earlobe. “Am I doing a good job, my mistress?” he
breathed.
Kacie
shuddered. “Yes”, she said, taking a
trembling breath. She gasped softly when
she felt his hand on her hip, his fingers slowly tugging at the string that
held the bottom of her bikini together.
His lips
slanted over hers in a heated and passionate kiss. He stripped her of her bikini, his hands
journeying all over her body. He
positioned her body so that his knees slid under her bottom, making her thighs
spread wide as he ground his hardness into her.
Looking down at her beautifully nude (and, thanks to the rays of the
Hawaiian sun, tanned) body, he growled, and took his member out of the
constricting packaging of his pants, and guided himself into her. He bent so that his face was hovering over hers,
and began kissing his way down her neck, and latching his lips around a pert
nipple, suckling avidly.
Kacie’s
back arched into him, whimpering as he began to move, her hands tunneling
through his hair. She let out a long,
open mouth moan as he loved her, right here, out in the open under the hot
Hawaiian sun. His thrusts came faster
and harder, making her writhe and cry out desperately
for release. All of the worries that had
been plaguing her mind for the past few days were wiped from her head. All that mattered just at this moment was the
fact that he was inside her. She threw
her head back and shrieked as she came, her legs wrapped around him.
Mark growled
loudly as his orgasm happened a moment later, continuing to thrust his hips as
he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over his body. When the last spasm ceased, he moved so that
he was lying down, drawing her into his arms.
They lay that
way for a while, just cloud-gazing, and talking, their conversation littered
with many passionate kisses. After about
two hours, he glanced at his watch.
“Damn, that’s
the time?!” he said incredulously. He
then turned his head to her. “Kacie, we still have a lot to do.” He got up, fixing himself, and fixing her
bikini as she stood, stretching.
“What else do
you have planned?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’ll see”,
he said. With that, he led her away from
the picnic.
They did many
things that day, from swimming in the pool, to throwing wet sand at each other,
and chasing each other around on the beach.
They played for most of the day, when Mark finally ushered her back into
the house, the both of them covered in sand and waterlogged.
“You go get
cleaned up, Kay”, he said softly. “I got
a great evening planned.” He turned her
in the direction of the bedroom, and gave her behind a swat. He then went off to the opposite direction.
A bit dazed, Kacie went to the bedroom, and took a hot shower, to wash
off all the sea salt that accumulated on her skin, along with all the
sand. She continued to wonder what he
had planned as she finished her shower and stepped out of the bathroom, seeing
that a few maids were standing there, waiting for her to emerge. They swiftly sat her down and proceeded to do
her hair and make up. Another maid came
into the room, this one holding a gray garment bag, much like the one that held
her wedding dress.
When her hair
and face were done, she turned to the maid with the garment bag. She took out the garment that was inside.
It was a
strapless, floor length gown which glittered purple, with a matching scarf that
wrapped around the neck. It came with
matching shoes.
She fingered
the hem of the dress, saddened by the notion that this was not going to last
for much longer. Sighing, she put on a
pair of stockings, a thong and garter belt, and a strapless bra, all black,
before donning the gown and shoes. Just
when she wrapped the scarf around her neck, another maid rushed in.
“Master
Calloway is waiting for you, Mistress”, the maid said.
She
nodded. “Okay”, Kacie
replied. She then looked at herself in
the mirror one last time before leaving.
“Well, might as well enjoy it”, she thought. She then left the room.
She walked
through the house, being led by one of the maids, until she was brought to the
dining room. On the table were two lit
candles, with two plates on either side of a small table that had been set
up. The room was dimly lit, the candles
providing most of the light. And,
standing in front of a window with his back to her, and his hands clasped
behind his back, was Mark, dressed very handsomely in what looked like a
tuxedo.
The maid
cleared her throat. “Mistress Calloway
is here”, the maid said.
Mark turned
around, his heart leaping into his throat at the sight before him. That dress fitted her perfectly, her hair
swept up and away from her face, accentuating her neck, which was adorned with
a delicate looking diamond and amethyst necklace, her ears decorated with the
matching earrings. The soft light of the
room made her look absolutely beautiful.
Taking a
steadying breath, he spoke. “Please”, he
said, moving behind one of the chairs.
“Sit.” He then pulled it out.
She went to
the chair he had pulled out for her, and sat in it, while he pushed her chair
in. “Does he always treat his… ‘conquests’…like this?” she
thought. That thought saddened her…as
well as made her jealous. The mere
thought of him with someone else secretly infuriated her.
Mark sat down
in the opposite chair, and looked at her.
The dark lining of her eyes enhanced them, making her eyes seem darker,
and her lashes seem fuller. But, he
couldn’t help but notice that her eyes had that saddened look once again…along
with something else. Was
that…anger? “Kacie”,
he murmured softly. “What’s wrong?”
She looked
up, jolted out of her previous thoughts.
“What?…Oh, nothing”, she replied.
Mark’s
eyebrows furrowed. “Kacie”,
he admonished gently. “You’ve got that
look in your eyes.”
“What look?”
she asked, defensively.
“The look
that you’ve had for the past few days”, Mark replied softly. “Something is bothering you…and you won’t
tell me what that is.”
“I’m
perfectly fine”, she said. “Don’t worry
about it.”
“But I DO
worry about it”, he replied. “I can’t
HELP but worry about it.”
She sighed. “Like I said…don’t worry about it”, she
said. “This is the last day of our
honeymoon, so let’s not quibble over little things.” She then snorted inwardly. “ ‘Honeymoon’…right”,
she thought. “He probably can’t wait to
be rid of me.”
Mark
sighed. He was going to find out what
was wrong…even if it took the entire night…or longer. He then turned his head, and yelled out. “We’re ready now”, he called.
A moment
later, his butler came out, with a large domed tray in his hands. He went up to the table, and set the tray
down carefully, and removed the dome.
Inside, there was a plate that held two large lobsters, along with shell
crackers.
“Thank you,
Carlson”, Mark said, as the butler gently placed one lobster on Kacie’s plate, then one on Mark’s. He then put one pair of shell crackers next
to Mark, and the other near Kacie.
“You’re
welcome, sir”, Carlson replied. “Do you
or Mistress Calloway require anything else?”
“No, thank
you”, Kacie replied.
“Man, he’s got everyone in on it”, she thought, as Carlson turned to
Mark.
“No, not at
the moment”, Mark said.
“All right”,
Carlson said. “Call if you need
anything.” He then bowed to Kacie. “Mistress
Calloway”, he said. With his piece said,
he walked out.
They had
dinner by candlelight in front of the large dining room windows, the night sky
littered with stars and a full moon.
After dinner, they had a very rich dessert of orange cake served with
orange sherbet, with mocha cappuccinos to polish it off.
“Everything
was delicious”, Kacie said, patting her filled
tummy. “Thank you, Carlson. My compliments to the
chef.”
“You’re very
welcome, Mistress Calloway”, Carlson replied, as he took their plates away.
Mark looked
at her, and stood. He walked slowly
until he was beside her, then held out his hand. “My lady”, he murmured softly.
She looked up
at him, unable to tear her eyes away from his.
Without realizing that she was doing so, she raised her hand and slipped
it into his, while he pulled out her chair, and gently tugged her into a
standing position. “Mark…what…” But,
before she could finish her question, she heard soft music begin to play. She then found herself pressed against him,
with his arms wrapped around her.
“Dance with me”, he whispered in her ear. “Please…dance with me.”
She was only able to manage a slight nod, because the feeling of
his body pressed against hers was making her weak.
He nodded to someone far off, the music getting just a little
bit louder a moment later. He then began
twirlling her around the room in an expertly
performed waltz.
Kacie couldn’t help but feel as if she were a
princess. A princess
dancing with her Prince Charming.
The way he was looking at her…like she was the only one in the world…was
making her giddy. She never wanted this
moment to end. But, to her ultimate
dismay, the sensible voice made itself annoyingly known.
“I can’t BELIEVE you”, the voice said. “What is WRONG with you?? You know what the deal is here, and you STILL
think that this is going to last forever???”
Sudden tears sprang to her eyes.
She knew that the voice was right…but she wished to GOD that it would go
away, never to bother her again. But, no
matter how much she tried to ignore it, it kept on pressing insistently.
“You have GOT to be kidding!!” the voice taunted. “You actually expect this to be real?? Come on, you should know the man better than
that!!”
The tears began running down her face. She had to get out of there, before she made
a fool of herself.
“You’ve already done THAT”, the sensible voice said. “You played right into his hands, and he’s
laughing his ass off at you as a result of it.”
Mark suddenly felt her stiffen, and stopped. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He was startled at the tears in her
eyes. “Kacie…what’s
wrong?”
Kacie slowly stepped out of his crushing
embrace, and took a few steps backward, her tear filled eyes never leaving his
confused face. Then, all at once, she
turned and fled the room, sobbing as she went.
Mark merely stood there, confused as to what had just come over
her. But, he didn’t stay idle for
long. A moment later, he went sprinting
after her, trying to call her back. She
was crying…and he had no idea why.
Suddenly, this look of immense sadness had clouded her eyes, then she fled.
He ran outside, following the sound of her shoes clicking loudly
on the floor as she ran. When he got
there, he looked around, only to find her on the outermost balcony, sobbing in
her hands. He walked up to her, and went
to wrap his arms around her, only for her to push him away.
“Leave me alone”, she moaned desperately. “Please, just leave me alone.” She turned her back to him, sobbing even
more.
“Kacie, please tell me what’s wrong”
he pleaded, trying to reach for her again.
“Just go away!!” she yelled, whirling on him. “You’ve gotten what you wanted…now just leave
me alone!!”
“Woah, woah,
whoa, wait a minute”, Mark said. “Can
you please explain to me what you’re talking about?”
“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about” she
replied. “You know for a fact that all
of this…” She gestured around her, “…Is
a hoax!! Everything…the gowns, the
jewels, the fanfare…everything is…is just a joke!! You did this just to get back at me for what
I did to you a year ago. Well,
congratulations, you made a fool of me, just like I did to you. Now, we can go home, where I can go back to
my life, and you can go back to yours.”
Mark blinked in surprise.
So THAT’S what this was all about?
The sadness, the withdrawn attitude…was all because of the fact that she
knew of his ‘plan’? “Kacie…”, he began.
“Don’t you even start!!” she yelled. “I didn’t expect for…for…”
“For what, Kacie?” he murmured,
stepping towards her. “Tell me…for
what?” He had stopped right in front of
her, and was wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to him.
“I didn’t expect…to feel anything for you”, she whimpered,
burying her face in his chest. “All the
time we’ve been here, you’ve treated me like a queen. You’ve shown me more tenderness than any man
ever had…but I just can’t help but be reminded that this is all set up…that
it’s all fake.
I know that you love your bachelor lifestyle, and you defend it
fervently. The only reason that you’ve
done this at all was to enforce discipline on a wayward employee. Make that ex-employee.”
Mark held her tightly, stroking her hair with a broad smile on
his face. “My sweet Kasandra…you
are in for a surprise”, he thought triumphantly. This victory was even sweeter than he could
ever imagine. He hadn’t expected for her
to fall for him, but it made his heart sing to know that she had. Over the year he had been planning, he had
thought long and hard about his decision…and now he knew that he had made the
right one. “Kacie”,
he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “Kacie, please don’t
cry. I can’t stand it when you
cry.” He dipped his head, and softly
began kissing away her tears. He then
moved to her lips, where he dropped a passionate, demanding kiss.
Kacie whimpered softly as his mouth plundered
hers, struggling weakly against his strong arms. Her eyes closed, tears still squeezing
through the closed lids. She wanted
desperately to get away from him, but her body was not obeying her mind’s
commands. Instead, her arms linked
around his neck, kissing him back hungrily.
She’d hate herself for this, but damned if he didn’t feel so good. She tried to struggle again, only for him to
tighten his hold.
Mark’s mind began to whirl as she kissed him back, his arms
holding her even tighter against his body.
His lips only left her long enough to start raining kisses down her
neck, and to flick his tongue over her collar bone. “Don’t fight me”, he choked. “Please don’t fight me.”
“Damn you”, she whimpered.
“Damn you to hell.”
“You can damn me later”, he breathed, burying his face in her
neck and inhaling the subtle scent of her perfume. “Right now, I can’t think straight, I need
you so bad.”
She whimpered again, as she felt his lips seal themselves on a
spot at the base of her neck, and begin to suckle.
Before his lust hazed mind lost control completely, he swept her
up into his arms, and stalked through the house, and into the bedroom. He stood her on her own feet, then began to slowly undress her, kissing every exposed inch
of flesh as it was bared to him. When
she was finally naked, he scooped her up and laid her on the bed, his hands
moving over her in agonizing slowness.
He kneaded and squeezed her breasts, rolling the nipples until they were
sufficiently hardened, before taking one of them in his mouth, and sucking strongly. He vaguely felt her tugging at his clothes,
while one of his hands slipped between legs, searching her wetness for that
little nub hidden in her velvety folds.
He grunted when he found it, her hips bucking up into him, and began to
stroke his thumb firmly over it, while he enjoyed her moans and whimpers of
pleasure as her body writhed under him.
He inserted two fingers into her, moving furiously in and out while his
thumb continued to massage the hardened bud.
His lips left her breast and moved to the other, feasting on her like a
baby hungering for his mother’s milk.
Kacie writhed furiously under him, desperate
for the release that only he could give her.
Louis had left much to be desired when it came to the bedroom. He could barely keep it up for more than
thirty seconds. Mark, however, could
barely keep it DOWN for more than thirty seconds. She arched her back up into him, moaning
loudly.
Mark suddenly stood (much to her mewling protests), and shucked
off his clothes, rejoining her on the bed a few minutes later. He plunged his fingers into her again,
gratified to hear her cry out in gratitude.
“Mark…” she panted, “Please…please baby…”
Growling, Mark’s fingers drove her directly over the edge,
feeling himself harden even more while she shrieked,
her essence flowing over his hand. When
the last tremor halted, he raised his hand and licked her essence off his
fingers. “You taste so good”, he
groaned. Looking down at her, he saw that
her body was spread eagled on the bed, while she tried to catch her
breath. Unable to hold back anymore, he
swiftly rolled on top of her, and buried himself inside her.
Kacie cried out loudly when he sheathed
himself inside her, his impressive length pulsating inside her for a moment
before he began to move in hard and powerful strokes. Her hips eagerly meeting
each and every one. She wrapped
her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders.
His hips pumped hard, unable to get enough of her. He couldn’t drive hard enough…deep
enough…fast enough. He rode her right
over the edge, making her shriek as she came, her muscles clamping down hard on
him. He braced his hands on either side
of her so they could support his weight, and continued to drive into her. His orgasm roared near, his grunts and pants
growing louder and more intense, until he finally bellowed in triumph as he
spurted his seed deep inside her. He
continued to thrust savagely into her until he felt that his body could give no
more. When the waves of pleasure
subsided, he sagged, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and
her legs wrapped around his waist. He
lay there trying to get his breathing under control. When he did, he heard that she was crying
softly. He raised himself a bit, so he
could look down at her, his hand brushing stray strands of hair from her face.
“You bastard”, she sobbed quietly. “Why do you torture me like this? Do you really wish to see me suffer?” With a burst of strength, she disentangled
her arms from around him, and began to beat at his chest with her fists.
He was forced to hold her wrists on either side of her head,
while she struggled under him.
“Let
me go!!” she cried, trying to wriggle out from under him.
“Kacie, you need to rest”, he replied,
effectively stilling her efforts to escape.
“I promise we’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Her struggles grew weaker and weaker until they ceased. He had rolled over onto his back, and drew
her into his arms while she sobbed, his hand stroking her hair, until her sobs
dwindled to sniffles, and her breathing deepened, signifying sleep.
He watched her sleep for a while, until his eyes began to
droop. He was going to tell her
everything in the morning…thus making her see the
brilliance of his plan. Pressing a kiss
to her forehead, he settled in and fell asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning, Mark woke to find her still asleep in his
arms. Since they weren’t leaving until
the evening, he was going to let her sleep.
Gently unwrapping his arms from around her, he lay
her head on a pillow, and got up. He
quickly went into the bathroom, snagged a five minute shower, and got dressed,
then left the bathroom to pack their things.
He had promised that they’d talk this morning, but he didn’t want to
wake her up if she was tired. “Besides”,
he thought, grinning wickedly, “She’d had a strenuous night.”
He had gotten all of their things packed rather quickly, and,
since he had nothing else to do, he lay beside her, and watched her as she
slept, her chest gently rising and falling with each breath she took. She looked at peace right now; no frown, no
lines of worry etched into her face. Just smooth, unblemished skin.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, but he just watched her
until her eyes opened, her mouth emitting a tired sigh. “Sleep well?” he asked.
“Fine”, she mumbled sleepily.
“I’ll leave you so you can get yourself going, then we’ll talk”,
he murmured softly, bending to press a kiss to her lips. “I’ll be in the living room if you need
me.” He then got up and, with one last
longing look at her, he left the room.
Kacie sat up, stretching, a groan coming from
her. She then got up, and went to use
the bathroom, take her shower, get dressed and brush her teeth. She was so sad that this wonderful fairy tale
she had been living in for the past two weeks was ending…and that she was going
back to her cold, lonely life in her cold, lonely apartment…most of all, her
cold, lonely bed. She tried to keep her
tears inside as she brushed her hair, but they refused to be denied, for they
slid soundlessly down her cheeks.
“Stop it”, she thought firmly.
“Get a hold of yourself. You
don’t need more embarrassment by letting him see you cry. You let him see enough last night, and he’s
probably so damned smug about it.” With
this thought in mind, she angrily brushed her tears away, and finished getting
ready. After she did, she took a deep
breath, and walked out into the living room.
Mark was sitting on the sofa, waiting patiently for her. “Are you ready?” he asked softly.
“Yeah”, she muttered. She
then sank down on the loveseat opposite him.
Mark took a deep breath.
“Okay”, he said. But, before he
could talk, she raised a hand.
“What I want to know is…”, she said, a
cold, hard edge to her voice, “…What gives you the right to waltz into my life,
destroy everything I worked so hard for, and then just walk away to leave me to
clean up the mess?”
“Kacie-“, he began.
“No, let me finish”, she said, standing up and beginning to
pace. “You play with people’s emotions,
and expect not to leave hurt feelings in your wake. You so arrogantly think that since you’ve got
money up the wazoo, you can do whatever the fuck you
want to people. Well, guess what
asshole? You can’t.”
Mark decided to try again.
“Kacie-“
But, she only cut him off again.
“If you keep doing this to people, you’re going to be the one who ends
up hurt. In the end, you’re going to
die…hurt and alone.”
She continued her rant for another fifteen minutes, until Mark
had had enough. “KACIE!!” he yelled.
Kacie stopped in her tracks, and looked at
him. “What?!” she snarled.
“Are you finished?” he asked, leaning forward, with his elbows
on his knees.
She took a deep breath.
“Yeah, I’m finished…for now”, she said.
She then sat back down.
“Good”, he said softly.
“Now, you’re going to hear me out.”
He suddenly picked up a manila envelope that was on the coffee
table. An envelope that Kacie hadn’t noticed was there. He stood up, and slowly walked to her, until
he was right in front of her. He held
out the envelope to her. “This has
everything you need to know”, he said.
He then sat down next to her on the loveseat, looking at her
expectantly.
Confused, Kacie opened the envelope,
and took out the contents. Inside, there
was a whole mass of official looking documents.
Casting her eyes to Mark, she saw that he was still watching her.
“Go on…read them”, he said softly. His hand came up to inscribe little circles
in the back of her neck.
“I hate it when he does that…I can’t THINK when he does that”,
she thought. She then cast her eyes back
to the papers in her hands. The first
page blared out at her…clear as day. She
stared at it for what seemed like forever, blinking in shock. No…it couldn’t be…it just couldn’t…
She looked up at Mark again, only to find that his face had a
very broad grin on it. Looking back down
at the paper, she saw the words ‘Marriage License’. His signature was there…but on the spot where
hers would be was blank. She jumped when
she heard him murmur right in her ear.
“All it needs is your signature, beautiful”, he said.
She looked back at him, still blinking in shock, then back to
the documents. She looked them over, her
mind numb. She combed through them
carefully, and quickly found out that everything was…well…LEGAL. “B-but”, she stammered, “I-I don’t
understand…”
Mark gently took the papers from her, and dragged her into his
lap. “I gave it a hell of a lot of thought”,
he said quietly. “I know I haven’t been
all that respectable towards you in the past, and I thought this was the only
solution. I have eight years to make up
for.”
She just peered up at him as he spoke.
“When you told me that you had to struggle to keep your small apartment, that really set something off in my head. I decided that I wanted to take care of you”,
he said. “You were right…I was a total
asshole.” He sighed, the arms that were
wrapped around her waist tightening. “I
remember hearing something about that loser boyfriend of yours…now THAT had
pissed me off. All I could think of was ‘No one does that to my Kasandra’.” He then grinned ruefully. “I’m really glad that you put the money I
sent you to good use, in getting a new apartment.”
Kacie’s eyes widened. “It was YOU”, she breathed.
“Yeah, it was me”, he murmured.
“Kacie, believe me when I say that I never
meant to cause you any grief. All those
times I would call you to my house…it had been the only thing I could think of
as means to get near you. I never gave
you the vacation you pleaded for because I didn’t think I could bear going to
the office, only to find your desk empty.” He raised his hand to run through her
hair. “I’m so sorry, Kacie…please
forgive me.”
Kacie looked up at him, seeing the
desperation, and the sorrow in his eyes.
How could she refuse him? “I
forgive you”, she breathed.
With a groan of relief, his head bent to swiftly ravage her lips
with his. When he finally wrenched his
lips off hers, he pressed their foreheads together. “I love you”, he whispered.
“I love you, too”, she breathed.
“I…I’m sorry for being so hard on you…”
“No…you had every right to blow up at me”, he replied. He kissed her again, more passionate than the
last. He then raised his head, his eyes
flickering back to the documents.
“Uh…beautiful…are you doing to sign that?” He looked down at her, unable to swallow the
lump that had formed in his throat.
Her eyes went to the marriage license, then
looked back up at him, with tears shining in her eyes. “Do you have a pen?” she choked.
He let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, then took a pen out of his shirt pocket, handing it to
her. He then watched as she signed the
document, his heart swelling ten times its size. Yes, he was DEFINITELY the victor here. When all was finished, he stuffed the
documents back into the folder, and enfolded her into his arms again, kissing
her with all the love that was in his body.
He then abruptly stood, and carried her back into the bedroom.
They loved each other over and over again until they got the jet
back to the states…and their ‘Happily Ever After’.
*~*~*The End*~*~*