by Red Velvet

Marlena woke with a terrible headache and noticed two things simultaneously: it was dark, and she wasn’t alone.

Vision hazy, her eyes rolled around, almost out of instinct, to gain a semblance of balance, recognition of something familiar. She was in her bedroom, that she could tell, her body strewn across the bed. Startled, she attempted to move all at once, only to find her movements sluggish and inefficient. Her hands had been tied behind her back; her legs were free but somewhat heavy.

Again, she tried to focus her eyes in the dark. In the gloomy darkness, she could make out a sound. There was a voice of a man. He spoke on the phone in a language she didn’t understand. Listening, it sounded familiar, rich, foreign…

Her brain tried to collect all she knew, all she remembered.

Fuck.

Now she remembered.

Tears flooded her eyes, and a whimper escaped her chest. She couldn’t help it.

Abruptly, his voice behind the door halted. Though she struggled not to make a single sound or movement, her lungs heaved for breath, rising and falling in the rhythm of her panic.

Relax, Marlena, just breathe.

He knew she was awake. Her tongue laid heavy and thick inside her mouth. Some sort of side effect from a drug, she presumed. Impulsively, she screamed, “Let me go!” as loud as she could, as though she was dying because for all she knew she was going to. She screamed as though someone out there would listen, hear her, and do something.

Her head throbbed. “Help! Somebody help!” She thrashed wildly, her long legs careening in every direction as the man who was now inside the room, tried to capture them with his hands. Her captors’ voice grew louder and angrier. Finally, her foot connected solidly with the man’s face. He fell back onto the floor.

“Help! John!” She screamed again.

Enrage, the man came at her; he was a massive man, she realized as he grew wider and taller, his feet eating up the distance between them. Her mind was racing; she couldn’t think straight. Something inside of her must be broken. And as he stopped in front of her, reaching for her, his deep shadows wrapped around her, seeping into her skin. He struck her mouth with a scented cloth. Her consciousness faded away, but not before she acknowledged her body, now inert and at his mercy. Vaguely, her brain registered four words, “Be a good girl,” before her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

A few hours ago…

“I’ll be back before you know it”, he was on his hotel bed, leaning on his elbow, looking into his laptop screen, following her with his eyes. She moved across the bedroom, gathering clothes from her suitcase. Her eyes glanced to the red dress she wore the night she surprised him, it was still folded neatly, right next to her red heels.

“Of course I know you’re gone” she shifted her eyes to his blue one, “no one stole my blanket last night” her giggle stroked his heart.  

“I miss you, come home.”

“Three more days, baby. I know there’s something here that I’m missing, but I’m glad you’re not in harm’s way anymore. Thank God you’re home.”

After what happened he saw no need to have her there with him. “I can take care of myself, you know. I’ve done it before. I wish you didn’t send me away..” her eyes trailed to her hands, looking for something to do, she fixed her dress, taking a seat in front of her open laptop.

“Doc, you know I want you everywhere, in every country, in every state, but what happened two nights ago was dangerous. I love you too much to risk your life.”

She was quiet.

“Hey,” lifting her chin, she glanced at him through sad eyes, “I need you too… and I promise to make it up to you when I get back. You and the kids. By the way, where are the tiny tots, I wanted to say hello”. Talking about the kids always made her smile. Moving a string of golden hair to the back she grinned, “Caroline has them. They went to the park; They’ll be back in a couple of hours I guess. I’ll kiss them for you.”

His eyes sparkled with the idea of spending more time with Belle and Brady. He was finally getting everything he ever wanted. A family.

Looking at her angelic face, his eyes drifted lower to the swell of her breasts. They peeked through the rims of her dress. The fabric was thin, revealing her erect nipples. She wore that pink summer dress he loved. The one she got when they were in New Orleans. In his mind, he imagined her spread on their bed, while he fucked her with his tongue.

“John?” her soft voice brought him back home, “Is everything alright?”

"Tell me, Marlena," he breathed, ignoring her initial question "Have you touched yourself in the past few days while I was away?" A moan broke the silence in the room.

"John?"

"Answer me." Has she touched herself and thought about him during the past three days? The honest answer to that question sent a glow of embarrassment up to her face.

"Yes," she replied truthfully. "Did you think about me while you touched yourself?" he pressed, his motions intensified as he started to massage his member through his pants. "Did you fantasize about my cock stretching you while I fuck you? Rough—just like you need it?"

"Yes," she breathed, sticking to the truth once again.

"Good girl." He praised her, but as soon as the words were spoken, he withdrew his hand from his cock and didn’t say a word, leaving her trembling with lust and disappointment. A confused sigh fled her mouth when he moved away from the computer screen. She sat alone with nothing to do. He reappeared in her eyesight, positioning himself in front of the camera about two feet away. He jutted his chin forward, locking her down with his blue and promising gaze.

His cock was so hard. That woman was his wife. They’ve been together for years and years, yet she still surprised him with her bold honesty.

“Okay.” His voice was gravelly when he spoke. “I want you to touch those perfect tits of yours.” Marlena’s hands moved to her breasts, and she gently groped both, her eyes remaining fixed on him. “Now pinch your nipples, pretend it’s my teeth.” She obeyed him, opening a few buttons to reveal her hard buds. A tiny moan escaping her lips when she did as he asked.

“Your mouth always feels so good,” she whispered, and he closed his eyes, fighting the urge to come right then and there. “Marlena, I want you to move one hand to that soft, wet pussy and touch yourself.”

She spread her legs, her hand disappearing into her panties, moaning when she ran her fingers against her wetness. She’d never been so turned on in her life. “Fuck,” John hissed, his breathing hitched, and she opened her eyes to look at him.

“John?” She fretted.

“Don't stop. Touch yourself. I want to watch you come.” Marlena’s hips tilted forward by the barest of degrees, the sharp pull of desire already making her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She hesitated, but only for a moment. Swallowing hard and biting her lip, she did as he asked and placed her right hand on her needy center.

"When you touched yourself. Did you make yourself come?" he asked. He deliberately spoke in a low raspy voice.  

Marlena shivered.  

She whimpered, flexing her hips upward toward her hand. “Yes!” she whined loudly. John smiled at her through the flat screen, though he knew she couldn’t see it. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling overhead.  He leaned forward and whispered to the camera.

“Show me,” he said. Marlena’s body tightened – he saw it. He heard her take a deep, trembling breath and then her hand moved under, lower. He wanted to kiss the inside of her knee as he sat back and adjusted the painful erection in his pants. Every moment with her seemed both painful and sweet. He watched her long, delicate fingers find the apex of her pleasure and touch it experimentally. He smiled suddenly and brought his hand to his mouth, instantly imagining her scent on his fingers. He had the sudden urge to lick them but didn’t. He wanted to focus on her and her alone.

Marlena arched her back. She rubbed at the little bud with mounting pressure and speed as her wetness made the flesh increasingly slippery between her fingers. It wasn’t long before soft but insistent moans began breaking past her lips. John could feel the beat of his heart in his cock as it worked to push blood down to his erection. He was so aroused. Being reminded and watching Marlena grow wetter did little to quell his desire and more to stoke himself too. Marlena rocked her hips back and forth, slowly at first, and then with growing speed as her obvious desperation grew.

Her fingers rubbed her little clit, and it visibly became redder, more swollen, but the sounds Marlena made had gone from need to frustration.

“I can’t…. I can’t when you’re watching me,” she said. John smiled. “Baby, You should know to take pleasure whenever you can.” As he thought about what he was trying to express, his smile faded. “ Sometimes like today, you’ll be responsible for your own pleasure.” Marlena’s fingers stopped, and the only sound in her bedroom was the sound of her pulling air into her lungs. She took her hand away from her body and tried to sit up. John looked at her, there was something in his eyes, something demanding.

“John-,” her chin trembled,

“No.”

She seemed to be looking for more to say, more emotions to express. John didn’t want to hear what she had to say. He couldn’t bear to hear it. He wished he could get closer and reach behind her for her hand.

"Unfortunately, I can’t touch you right now, baby," he said, "So, you're coming on your fingers tonight." she gasped in shock, instinctively shaking her head.

"No, please—"

"It's what I want," he cut her off. "And you agreed to play by my rules when you were here, remember, Marlena?" Why did he insist on calling her by her name? Was it because he knew what that did to her? Was it because he could see the way her heart fluttered every time she heard her name cross his lips? Because it did. He has such a tender way of addressing her, always lacing it with a dark promise that made her shaky.

"Lean back and take off your panties." she sank back to the chair on instinct. Her long fingers sent beneath her dress to find the thin waistband of her panties, pulling them down her creamy legs. Her eyes glued to his, filled with a silent plea that he chose to ignore. "Spread your thighs as much as you can and lift your dress for me," he added once she sat still before him. Her legs obediently moved apart, her hands pulling the rims of her dress, exposing her glistening core. She couldn’t believe he was making her do this. Why did he torture her like this? Why couldn’t they just— "I want to see how you do it," he said, stepping closer to the screen. "Show me how you touched yourself. Show me what you do to make yourself come." she whimpered helplessly as if he'd just asked her to give up her most sacred secret. In a way that was exactly what he was doing. It had been ages since she masturbated in front of him.

"Doc," he growled. "Do it. Now." she swallowed hard, overcome by a blend of humiliation and arousal while her right hand moved between her thighs. She leaned further into the chair, supporting her body as she began to play with herself, her fingertips drawing slick lines around her clit while she tried to find the right spot. His hand always felt so much better there, but if this is what she had to do for him tonight, then so be it.

He watched her and growled with approval when she made herself moan and ground on her own hand. A corrupted smile replaced his previous expression, drawing lines on his facial features that aged him in the sexiest way possible.

"Beautiful," he said under his breath. "Fucking perfect." His words caused her to pause, bringing painful clarity to her current predicament. "Keep going," he urged, twirling his hand. "I want to see you come, Marlena." she nodded, lowering her eyes for a moment, he stood so close to his laptop screen now, just enough for her to notice the massive bulge that stretched his suit pants. The sight of it egged her on more than his words did. Her lips parted on their own as her eyes rested on his crotch, only allowed to fantasize about what laid beneath. Of course, he noticed. "You want that cock, don't you?" she bit her lower lip, a desperate plea written across her face when she looked up at him. "Mm-hmm." But he shook his head. "First, give me what I want to see, once I’m home again, I’ll take very good care of you, baby."

“I want you to touch yourself, too. I want us to do it together,” she asked him as her hand slid down her belly, his gaze fixed on its descent. Fisting his cock with one hand, he began to stroke slowly, head to shaft, over and over.

“Do you want to go fast or slow?” he whispered.

“Slow at first.” She reached her free hand out and stroked her thigh, and he was positive; she had no idea how much that simple touch had sent him rocketing toward orgasm. Who knew after all these years, she could undo him like that, bringing him back to that fumbling man who thought he had it all figured out until she showed up, turning him into a total wreck. They fell into a steady tempo, Marlena rubbing her clit in circular motions, him stroking his cock and as her orgasm built, so did her speed, causing him to follow.

“You look so fucking hot when you touch yourself, Doc. I swear I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he moaned as the familiar tingle shot down his spine. “Are you close, baby, ‘cause I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned and with his words Marlena let out a loud moan, her hand moving diligently, her body tensing as her orgasm spiraled through her.

She knew what he wanted to see. She imagined his hands on her, his skilled fingers finding just the right place to tease, his lips locking onto hers for a passionate kiss while she spread her legs for him eagerly awaiting his assault. He was enormous. He used to stretch her, even hurt her. He could tear her apart with his steely girth while she squirmed beneath his muscular body, helpless against the ecstasy overflowing through every fiber of her.

A low gasp filled the room as the first wave of rousing thrill washed over her. "Look at me!" His command came with an urge that made it impossible to deny. Their eyes lock onto each other just as she peaked, unable to control either her face or her body's movement as the ecstatic rapture tears her apart.

“John,” she gasped as her eyes watch him, "Baby, oh fuck, fuck fuck…." She shivered. He could see her body trembling in front of him like her insides were melting from the word as she thaws for him. She squirmed, her breathing labored, as she relaxed, even more, growing comfortable. Goosebumps coat her skin. He could see them crawling up her arms, making their way to her neck. The neck he longed to kiss.

He was panting heavily as he watched her climax under his command, studying her with an expression on his face that he would call shock if he didn't know her any better.

She squeezed her perfect, beautiful tits together, and he was done. His orgasm shot out of him. As he gasped for air, he heard her mumbling quietly. “That was amazing,” she sighed, a smile of contentment on her face, her eyes closed.

“You never cease to amaze me, Doc.” his lids closed with content.

She wanted John so much; she could almost imagine that her fingers that were moving on her clit, were his.

She could smell her arousal. She heard her own heavy breathing

Then she smelled something else, a men's cologne.

Then she heard another voice. A voice that wasn’t hers or Johns'

She was alone in her bedroom sitting there—touching herself in front of the computer screen, in front of John, and then suddenly they were two.

“Hello, Marlena,” he whispered into her ear, and his hot breath smelled from liquor.

Oh my God.

A tiny moan rumbled up her throat when the man’s fingers brushed across the curve of her neck. An intense heat shimmied up her body from her toes and crashed into her heart with a raw power she had never experienced before.

Fear.

She jumped a mile, ready to scream, trying to cover herself up, her gaze locked on the screen, looking at John. The man’s big hand slammed to shut her mouth, and she struggled to get free.

She could hear John’s moans through the screen as he came down from his height, his eyes still closed.

“Make one fucking sound, and I’ll blow your heads' off,” the man whispered into her ear.

“Doc?”, She was quiet, too quiet. Opening his eyes, he saw him — a man. A man with a gun—John could see him through the camera; he could see the gun too, oily and black and it was pointing to her temple.

“JOHN!!” her scream echoed the walls

“MARLENA!” his scream brought a smirk to that man’s face.

“Shhhhhh...it’s rude to cut into someone’s words, Mr. Black” He leaned her back until his eyes were on her face again. “And you..you obviously look so ready to fuck. That open dress you’re wearing screams that you were enjoying yourself.” Her knees wobbled. It wasn’t just his words; it was the way he stared at her too.

“The way you were touching yourself for him as I walked in, I had to watch.” He sneered as she tried to move back on the chair and he got closer, she whimpered, “You were showing him your body. You wanted to look hot for him so he would want to come back home and fuck you, didn’t you?” She managed to roll herself another inch back as his face contorted angrily. His lip curled at the corner with his rage; his eyes darkened as venom reflected back at her.

“MARLENA!!!”

“DIDN’T YOU?” She shook her head as she continued to move backward, but he kept coming, his hand was still covering her mouth.

“Get your hands off HER!” John screamed as the nightmare unfolded in front of his eyes, staring at the flat screen with disbelief.

She moved her eyes to look back at him, but the tall man blocked her view, completely ignoring John’s words.

She started panting as if she’d just ran a long distance.

“What are you doing here? I’ll give you all my money,” John said. “You can have it. Just leave her alone.”

“What?” he turned his head back to the screen. The man’s voice had a foreign ring to it

“What the fuck did you say?”

“My money—it’s yours.” she managed

“I told you to shut the fuck up. I don't need your fucking money” He pushed his palm against her mouth.

She groaned.

“Please,” John said in a low voice, “Please … don’t hurt her .”      

“Don’t hurt her,” the man said, mimicking him, taking pleasure in making fun of his fear.

“Oh, I ain’t gonna hurt you, baby … uh-uh… . .”

That golden, silky hair that tasted of shampoo, so soft you could comb it by hand—twisted in his fist as she screamed. “You better shut the fuck up, Marlena.” He’d put the gun's barrel into her temple. Marlena stopped screaming.

She stared at him; he was tall. Then, it came to her. The line of his posture, the way he moved. She’d seen him before. Where?

“No,” she breathed.

He didn’t acknowledge her protest.

He jerked her tighter against him, right arm clamped on her mouth, and continued.

“Stop!” she tried to scream.

But no sound came out. Her voice was locked in her throat. She was breathless; lungs too constricted to scream. Instead, a faint whimper, a sound she was embarrassed to admit was her own but knew from past experience had to be.

“Please...we have a family,” she panted at last.

He didn’t respond.

She had no idea what he wanted. “Please...let me go....” she squeezed out

“Marl-” His voice cut John’s words.

“Shut up, John!” Her heart started to race, her breathing picked up. Her body knew she was in trouble; she could feel a hand on her collarbone.  

“Don’t move,” The man ordered when she tried to stand up, to fight him off and pushed her shoulders until her ass hit the chair again. She blinked and opened her lids. He stood over her, glaring down at her. But below the initial stone anger, she saw desire. Unabated desire and she wanted to cry for it.

He put one hand on the table and the other on the back of her chair, keeping her in place.

“John…” she sobbed once her lips were free

“Doc, are you hurt?”

“No, she’s gonna be if you’re not here in 48 hours with the codes you got from Stefano, 20 years ago. Do I have to tell you how it works?”

“HEL—” He moved his hand from the chair to cover her lips again. Trapping her mouth, and part of her nose, making breathing harder to do. She struggled to fight him; she couldn’t bear the touch, the harshness of him.

“Shut the fuck up!”

He looked over the computer screen for a moment, then brought his gaze back to her then back to the flat computer screen.

“Baby, look at me.”

“Don't let me repeat myself, John” he grunted, making her shiver with fear, his gun still pointed to her head.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” he breathed hard,” and yes, I know your kind, I know how you operate, you’ll bounce me around to make sure I’m not followed then walk me into an ambush and kill me.” He had no idea what this man wanted. Codes? What codes? Keeping a straight face, he needed to play along.

“Ahhh you ruined my surprise”, He smirked, and he closed his eyes, inhaling her shampoo.

“Doc, look at me, it’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna-”

Pulling on her golden hair, he inhaled her face, darting his tongue to lick her cheek, she sobbed; “leave her alone!! Or I swear to God, I’ll hunt you down, and I will kill you.” his tone was calmer when he spoke next, trying to keep his cool, for Marlena’s sake, “I can do one better. I can go down to headquarters, get a picture of you with Stefano, your prints on the guns and go to the CIA. Mmmm in second thought, I’d like to kill you.”

“Listen to me you prick. I will kill this bitch if you're not here in 48 hours with the codes.”

She swallowed, her lungs burned, but she couldn’t fight him off, but she was ready to try. He let enough air get through so she could withstand his words.

Physically at least.

“You think I’m a hero? I am not a hero. I’m a man with many skills, and If you kill that woman, I’m gonna beat you to death. No, this is how it’s gonna work; you’re gonna get me the location of Stefano DIMera, and I’ll be along when I'm damn good and ready. And if she doesn’t answer her cell phone when I call, if I even think that you’ve hurt her. Whatever that you need from me would be gone. And if you’re smart, that scares you. Because I’m in your blind spot. And I have nothing better to do than to hunt you down and kill you if I have too.”

The man seemed flustered for a minute. 

Quickly buttoning back her dress, she furrowed her brows and started to pull away towards the door, but he recuperated fast and beat her to it. He shoved her back and stood to his full height. His arm was too tight on her mouth, bruising her cheeks. She was going to faint.

“DOC!”

“I’ll text you his address. Goodbye John” finishing up the video chat, without letting John utter a single word.

He looked at her again, her eyes glazed.

“Pleas—” she croaked.
He shook his head. “It’s just you and me, baby.”

“Fuck you.”

He stared at her, gaze flat, face expressionless. Then, his arm shot forward, and he socked her in the cheek. Her neck snapped to the right, and she stumbled to the bedroom floor.

She was breathing heavily, and she tried to stand up, but his arms wrapped around her. “Let me go!” she yelled, fear lacing her voice.

“Get out” she whispered. ”Please just let me go…”

“You thought I was stupid”

Marlena jerked in the man’s arms but then felt how all the fight went out of her.
“Let me go!”, No matter how much she squirmed, no matter how much she tried to free herself from his grasp, she couldn’t escape him. If anything, it felt like all her struggles had only tightened the grip he has on her. Head dropping forward; she quieted her panting so she could calm herself down. After a minute, she felt his grip loosened a little.

Her panting slowed as she caught her breath. All at once she was suddenly aware that she was alone with this strange man.

The air thickened. Slowly, she lifted her head and peered up at him. He was looking down at her so intensely she gasped. Her gasp seemed to amuse him, and a slow smile spread across his lips. She stared at him in disbelief, her mind racing a mile a minute, trying to process everything that just happened.

Her mouth felt dry, and her stomach twisted. She wanted to believe this was a nightmare, that she was dreaming. This vile man was not at their penthouse, at their bedroom. He couldn’t… couldn't he?…

Yet the fingers tightening around her arms reminded her that indeed he was there.

She couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t accept this.

Gathering up every ounce of courage she had inside her, she lifted her chin and said, “I don't know how you found me, but I need you to get out of my house, leave me alone!” his eyes twinkled at her, and it was so condescending she just wanted to spit in his face. Her anger only seemed to amuse him even more.

Head tipped back, he chuckled with mirth and just as she started to struggle again, he lifted her up. It only took him two long strides and then he threw her.

She went flying through the air and landed on her bed with a grunt. He was not far behind her, and quickly she got to her hands and knees, scooting back as he approached. Long, strong fingers going to the bottom of his suit jacket, he began to unbutton it as he asked her, “Who’s going to stop me, Principessa?”.