She only has nightmares.

Memories.

It was always Kit, over and over, time and time again.

The pain.

The anguish.

The fear.

She drifted off to sleep right there on her couch, the session with Emma has left her drained, she drifted in and out of consciousness the rest of the night, trying to shift position, trying to get comfortable, but there was no relief to be found.

Something woke her around dawn, early morning sunshine streaming through the windows and illuminating the bright floor, casting everything around her in gold tones. She was shivering, heart racing wildly, cold sweat coating her body from head to toe.

She needed a shower, and she needed to see John.

 

After visiting John,  she saw her first two patients and discovered that she was free for the next few hours. Needing to see the kids, she decided to have brunch with the children.

Walking into the pub, Marlena was greeted by Shawn.

“Hey, there’s my girl?” giving Marlena a big hug.

“Hello Shawn, where are the children?” her eyes scanned the pub for the two toddlers

“I’m sorry Marlena, Caroline took the tikes shopping, it seems that they both have birthday parties to attend to on Saturday.”

“Oh, I see,” she said disappointedly, “I guess I’ll see them in a bit then. In the meantime I’m starving, what’s the special?”

Shawn took her order, and she took a seat in the back, not noticing Sawyer in the booth across the room, but he certainly saw her.

 

Shortly after finishing her meal, out of the corner of her eye she saw a man approaching her. She looked up.

Sawyer.

“Is this seat taken, May I sit down?” the handsome man leaned against the wooden wall, it was cold, and he was glad he remembered to take his jacket with him when he left his house that morning. He looked at her face, she was clearly not enjoying his presence there, but he didn’t really care.

“I thought I made it clear yesterday that I do not want anything to do with the ISA. Ever!” her eyes burned with anger and her lips pursed in response.

 

“Yes you did, Dr. Evans, on that point I am very clear.” shoving his hands into his black leather jacket, ”I understand you do not want to talk about what happened, but I actually wanted to talk to you about Agent Jones. You see, Erica was my friend, we worked closely together for a few years. I was just wondering if you had any details about how she died?”

Marlena looked up at him seeing the sorrow in his eyes, and her heart softened.

“Please have a seat.." watching the tall man taking a seat in front of her, " I’m not really ready to talk about it...not yet... but I will tell you this; Erica died saving my life, and I will be forever grateful to her for that....”.

Marlena's eyes fell on her clenched hands on her lap, “I really do not want to discuss it any further ... my children will be arriving soon, and I don’t want them to see me upset,” she spoke quietly, lifting her eyes to look outside the window, for any sign of the kids.

“I understand that completely, thank you for telling me that…” Sawyer cleared his voice and continued, trying to lighten up the mood, “so, how about I buy you dessert and keep you company until they arrive?”

“Yes on the dessert, the jury’s still out on the company.” she suddenly smiled and her face lit up, he never saw her smile before. Lowering her eyes again, her smile faded, ”But, I guess I do owe you an apology, you… Not the ISA. I’m sure you were just doing your job, and I had no right to take it out on you.” her gloomy expression must have been too obvious because

Shawn walked up to them, talking with his booming voice, “Marlena, is this guy bugging you? If so, I’ll throw him right outta here.”

 

“No Shawn, I’m fine. This is Sawyer, he’s with the ISA.” he was always very protected of Marlena, although Roman and she were no longer married, he cared for her, especially after what happened, she appreciated his will to protect her.

“Pleased to meet you, sir” Sawyer stood with a smile, extending his hand which Shawn shook firmly.

“Shawn would you please bring me a slice of apple pie with vanilla ice cream on top?” it’s been ages since she had a craving for anything, her mind was too busy with her emotion even to stop to consider her desires.

 

As Shawn went to the kitchen, Sawyer shifted his gaze back at her, “Is he always so protective of his patrons?”

“We were family, he still treats me like a daughter.”

Knowing not to push Sawyer asked no more about their history.

 

Placing the pie on the table, Shawn left, leaving the two to their dessert.

None of them spoke, she had nothing else to say to him, and he wasn't sure on how to keep her talking, he still needed answers, ”Marlena” he started again, “I know talking about things can sometimes seem like a difficult task, but I do need-”

“May we please change the subject?” Marlena looked down at her hands, cutting his words, he nodded, letting out a frustrated sigh, “Sure” rolling his eyes, he was glad she didn’t see that ”So... you have children, how many?”

“John and I have two, Brady and Belle, they are my heart.” not wanting to give away further information about Sami and Eric, she stopped there.

The front door opened up to have both children running happily to greet their mother.

 

Marlena kissed and hugged them. Looking at Sawyer, her eyes came back to look at her two toddlers, “turn around, I would like you to meet someone. Brady, Belle this is Sawyer.”

“Sawyer. That’s a weird name.” the boy declared

“Brady,” Marlena gasped “ that’s not very nice.”

“Oh that’s ok Brady” he smiled and lowered himself to look into the boy’s eyes “Sawyer is my last name, but that’s what everyone calls me.”

“Oh, momma, can everybody call me Black?”

“I don’t think so Brady” she answered with a smile and patted them on their behinds “now,  come on, let’s go wash up, and I’ll share a bite of pie with you.”

“Oh boy, I love pie” They both exclaimed as they ran to the kitchen to wash up, Marlena stood up to follow them, knowing that he was no longer welcome, Sawyer got up to leave too. “Thank you for the conversation Dr. Evans, I’ll see you around.”

Shawn hugged the children, welcoming their smiling faces.

She nodded, heading towards the kitchen, on her way, she watched as Sawyer joined Roman two tables away. They quickly got into what seemed to be a deep conversation and Marlena couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about what took place at Maison Blanche. Marlena stopped at the bar, ordering two glasses of milk for the kids. She was in a better position now to overhear what Sawyer and Roman were talking about.

 

 

 

“Sawyer, the police and the ISA have been over that place with a fine tooth comb, what do you think you’ll find that they didn’t?” Roman drank his coffee. Trying to make sense with the agent’s words, “I’m not sure that I will find anything Roman, I just know that I have to go and give it a try. I can’t help but thinking that they may have missed something out there.” Sawyer was trying to keep it down, but he needed to get some answers, and there was no stopping him.

“So, what, you’re just going to fly out there tonight by yourself and snoop around? Don’t you think that’s a bit dangerous?” the policeman looked around, looking at Marlena leaning against the bar, she looked tired still, but she was glowing. He loved the time she was pregnant with the twins. Pregnancies agreed with her, shaking his head he got back to their conversations, listening to Brad’s reasoning  “Cooper told me that I could go if I thought I needed to, but he can’t spare anyone else to go with me right now, and frankly, I don’t want to wait. The longer we wait, the more chance that any clue that maybe there will be lost forever. I’m not worried about being alone out there, I am a well-trained agent after all.” Sawyer grinned at Roman.

 

 

Angie arrived with two glasses of milk, but Marlena was not ready to go yet.

“Angie, I’m sorry but Brady changed his mind...he wants chocolate milk, could you please fix this for me.” she smiled the sweetest smile possible, and Angie agreed, leaving her alone once more.

 

 

“Ok Sawyer, so when are you heading out?” finishing his coffee, he took a big bite of the soft pastry.

“I’ll be leaving on the ISA jet at 7 pm, so I’ll get there around 9 pm. I think I’ll go ahead and fish around a bit tonight then go back out in the morning. With the light of day, I may be able to find more.” placing a few coins on the table Sawyer was ready to leave. Ha had some arrangements to attend to, before tonight.

“Ok, that sounds like a plan, keep me posted on anything you may find. If need be, I can join you later tomorrow.”

“Thank you Roman,”

“Watch your back ... I’ll see you soon.”

 

After giving the milk to the children and listening to their chatter for a bit longer, she kissed them goodbye and headed back to the hospital.

******

 

Marlena had to cut her day short, knowing Agent sawyer was up to something, made her curious to what is going on. She needed answers, closure, if you may. The nightmares didn’t stop. At times, it felt like they were getting worst. Her mind started inventing fairly new situations, new ways Kit could have tortured her, things that never really happened. She got used to it if it was something that one could ever get used too. She got used to waking up, sweat covering her body, she got used to taking a shower three times a day. To everyone around her, Marlena Evans seemed like she got everything all together, all figured out. It was harder breaking down now, that her story, well, parts of her nightmare were public knowledge.

She hated the looks, the whispering when they thought she wasn't listening, or paying attention. Only she did, and she was, and it killed her to see the pity in their eyes.

Yes, following Sawyer to the unknown, to the place she longed to get away from, was probably insane, but, she was somewhat mad.

 

The elevator stopped at the underground floor. She started walking to her car, it was hot and humid down bellow, Marlena felt as if she belonged there, under the ground, fighting her demons. Her high heels clicked on the concrete floor when she walked, steady rhythm, always looking to her sides, making sure she was alone. The sound of Her heels hitting the ground echoed the walls. She was agitated, needing to close herself up in her car, a small space to keep her safe.

This resembled her nightmare, this is how it began. You never forget them, the horrors, they wake you up, making you feel unsafe in your own bed, making you feel like a nobody, a loser, a shadow of yourself. She wished them away, she always tried.

At Maison Blanche she didn't dream, something about her conscious knew she needed to stay in control. She never knew when he will return and retake her.

 

Holding tightly around her car keys, she jiggled and inserted them into the lock. That’s it, she was almost inside, she would head home, pack some clothes and leave for the airport, she knew Sawyer has a 7 pm flight, and she needed to be on that one, invited or not. She needed answers. Falling to the car seat, the car door closed behind her. The breath she seemed to be holding in her lungs, loosened with a long hiss as she closed her eyes and leaned her head to the head seat.

In a manner of seconds, she heard the door next to the driver seat opening, before she could understand what was happening, she saw him. It's been a while since last time she did. He was much thinner now, he brushed his whiskers and looked at her, she was this close to screaming bloody murder, but she took a deep breath and spat “Jesus! Mr. Campbell!”

“Dr. Evans, my apologies” he yanked the door behind him, shutting it with a loud thud, turning to face her, “are you all right? You look alright..” he mumbled, almost to himself.

Marlena shook her head, disbelief in her eyes, “Mr. Campbell, what are you doing here? You scared the life outta me…” her long fingers sent to her chest, trying to take deep breaths, it was almost impossible, and it made her nervous. Placing both palms to her face she whimpered, the sound just came out of her, involuntarily, almost violent. This was how some of her nightmares would start, only now, it wasn’t him. His bodyguard stood right outside the door, his back was against the window.

“I’m sorry Dr. Evans…” he tried to touch her shoulder, but she flinched, pulling her hands from her face, she turned in her seat, “Oh...Ambassador Campbell...don’t…” when she finally opened up her eyes, she saw him sitting there, staring at her like he did many times at the past, only then, she had all the answers. There was quiet in the car, except for Marlena’s ragged panting. “Marlena” he started, “I had to come and see you..I’m sorry that I scared you, I couldn't take my chances, they can’t know..I don’t want to put you in harm's way again.”

She snapped her head, “are you..are you still involved with these people, with that organization?” everything came back to her now, everything she wanted to forget because remembering, would mean remembering the reason Kit was at her office at the first place.

The man nodded, his green eyes were red, and the dark circles under his eyes were evidence of his lack of sleep, she wondered if that’s how she looked like as well.

“Marlena I watched the news...I know...I know the ISA took you because of me...I know tha-”

“Let me stop you right there, Edward” she started, lifting her hand, “what happened to me….had...had nothing to do with you” was he buying into that? She wasn’t sure, but she just wanted to make him stop, to not ask her about the circumstances surrounding her kidnapping.

“Marlena...I’m not a fool, I know this agent was after me, after information...if it weren't for me, this would have never happened to you.”

Oh good, now she needed to comfort him, making him feel better about himself, because, what would she say? How could she let him take the blame for something that a crazy person did?

“The man who..who took me..”

“Kit Harington” he started like she was ever going to forget the name of that devil.

“Yes….he...he was an agent, but, what he did..to me... had nothing to do with your situation. In fact, you were never on his mind…” her eyes wandered in the darkness of the car's floor, “why did you come here Edward?” she asked finally, lifting her hazel eyes to look into his.

“I needed to talk to you...I needed to see if you are alright..”

“Why, thank you, as you can see, I’m ok...now if you don't mind-”

“Wait. there’s more.”

“More?”

She couldn't wait for him to leave, it was getting late, and she had things to do before the flight tonight.

“Yes...I need your advice..please, Dr. Evans, I must talk to you” he looked at her with pleading eyes, she looked tired, bothered, but still so beautiful. He noticed it right away, from the first time he laid eyes on her, she was always so well dressed, and the smile, that was lacking from her face at the moment, beamed for miles and miles. Marlena didn’t reply, she waited for him to talk.

“I was with another one last night...I picked her up from the street. I had to drive downtown so no one would recognize me. I even told my wife I have a late meeting…” he nervously played with his fingers, “she was angry, you see, my daughter, Ariel was coming home for  Christmas break, and she wanted to have a family dinner..but…” he was ashamed, she saw it in his eyes, she heard it in his voice. He had a problem, that was certain.

“Did you-”

“I didn’t...it was stronger than me...I picked her up from Baker St. man, she was a sight for sore eyes, so hot...I wanted to make her mine...to make her scream.”

Marlena shut her eyes with pain. These words...they pierced her like sharp metal, they made her whole body tremble with fear, and she felt a wave of nausea running through her body, but she held it together.

“Go on..” she blurted. This was the last thing she wanted to say, but she was a psychiatrist, this was her job, Kit will not take this from her as well.

“You should have seen her...she sucked me so good, Doctor..it was so hot..but right before I came in her wet mouth, I felt something against my temple. I opened my eyes, and the girl screamed. They were there again...they..they had a camera..they filmed it all.”

Her eyes opened up wide, shocked, “They. you mean, the organization who made threats on your life before?” suddenly she forgot all about her pain

“Yes”

“They yanked her from the car, she screamed...I can still hear her screams...I was trying to get up, but they had a gun to my head..they shot her.. right in front of me..they said that if I don't hand them the information that they want, they’ll go public with the tape” his hand ran through his brown hair, his other hand loosened up his tie. It was blue with long white strips, John had one just like it, and she missed him so.

This was too much to take. Her mind was racing with the possibilities, but she knew the right one.

“Edward, you’ve got to jump the gun first, sort of speak.”

“Go public with the story?” he whispered the question “telling everyone about The ‘Nettik’?”

“The Nettik?”

“That’s how they call themselves”

She nodded. Her eyes were roaming the car and fell on the car clock, oh god, was that the time? She needed to leave, and she needed to go now.

“Ambassador Campbell, I would love to continue with this conversation, but I really must go now. For now, think about it. Going public with the story would free you, they won't have anything on you.”

“Except everyone will know about my sex with hookers addiction” he lowered his eyes to his lap. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted her bare knees, and for a second, he really felt like touching the creamy skin of hers, trailing her thighs with his fingers, and vigorously rub her clit, rub it so good that she would cum, screaming and panting against his open mouth.

He stopped himself. This was his doctor, stop it Campbell, you fool, get it together!

“Yes,” he heard her speak and looked at her again, “everyone will know, but in time, people would forget, and you could get some help for your problem, without having to hide away from the press.”

He tried to smile, “thank you, Dr. Evans. I’ll make an appointment with your secretary. Enjoy your evening” Edward breathed out the words and left her car.

 

******

 

Marlena heard the humming of the engine, and the sound had reminded her of John, of that night at the plane almost two years ago. She loves that man with her whole heart, and leaving him to go back to the dreadful place might seem like the act of a mad woman, but she needed answers too. Knowing agent Sawyer would not agree for her to join him, the pregnant woman had to use other methods. Looking beyond the curtain, she spotted Sawyer sitting on his seat, reading a file. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, and her eyes fell on a big closet, used to store cleaning aids and such.

“That would have to do” she whispered when she opened the white doors.

Sitting inside, she left the door slightly open, the closet was somewhat dark. That, along with the low humming of the ISA private aircraft, drifted her mind into a sleeping state.

 

******

 

Naked. Marlena knew she was naked because she felt the cool air hitting her skin, forming goosebumps on her creamy skin. Was it the cold air, or was it fear? Probably a combination between the two. Tilting her head to the sides, she tried to make something out of the room she was at, but it was dark. She was cold and in pain, for she couldn’t move her wrist. Why? She could feel the stiffen concrete floor beneath her bare feet. Suddenly, a sound and then a soft light had lightened the room. Looking in front of her, Marlena noticed a large mirror.

Was it? Was it her? She was standing bare naked in front of a big mirror, her hands bound above her head in leather cuffs.

She stifled a breathe.

“What a vision…” a sound broke the dreadful silence in the room. “You look good enough to fuck, Kitten.”

Fuck. It was him.

“I remember this position..you seem to remember it too, Princess.”

Kit.

His evil voice was hitting her ears, making her squirm with discussed, he was still in the shadows, not touching her, not physically, anyway.

“Please… “ she sobbed, already knowing what he would do.

Suddenly, a hand crept from behind her, she couldn’t see anything else but that hand, the hand cupped her breast, slowly and agonizingly caressing her nipples, making them hard. Marlena convinces herself that it was due to the cool air.

 

“Stop.,” she begged, hating herself for that but the hands didn’t stop. Something about their touch excited her, was she going insane?

 

Marlena finally looked into the mirror and was surprised at the arousal she felt as she stared at her reflection – at her own nakedness, at the hands that slowly and surely caressed her body, at a pair of lips that placed small nibbles along her nape.

 

The loud growl from that man's mouth morphed into something familiar,   Between the shadows, she was finally able to make out a clear image.

 

She almost fainted.

It was John.

 

"Doc..." he whispered as he nibbled her earlobe, making her quiver with need.

She moaned, giving in to the sensations, tilting her head to expose more of her neck to John's eager mouth.

 

She felt John’s presence behind her, he ran his hands from her ankle, along her leg to smooth the skin, From her angle she could only see his sexy hands peeking from  behind her, Marlena blushed deeper, thinking of the view he must have of her, bare naked and tied up like this. She quivered, tried to turn herself to him but she couldn't, her wrists were bound above her head, tied up together. To what? She couldn't tell.

 

The admiring sound he made could only be described as a sexual growl, “don’t move,” his masculine, commanding voice almost had her convulsing on the spot. His hands cupped her breasts; firmly he massaged them as he ground himself into her behind. He was so hard against the small of her back

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re so beautiful baby...so hot..how I missed you..how I missed that body.”

“Please, John...” Marlena raised her head, begging. Looking at him in the mirror as he stood behind her, she caught the hunger that flared in his blue eyes as well as the image of the two of them in this sexy pose, and she nearly lost her breath.

 

She was hypnotized, eyes glued to their reflection, she watched him bow over her as he ran a flat palm from her nape right along with her spine. She felt his body heat soaking into her, the ripple of his stomach muscles as he moved, visible in the open line of his unbuttoned white dress shirt. His hand came to rest on the ‘K,’ on her back like he was trying to relax her, he gently caressed it, kissed it, sending hot shivers rocketing through her.

 

Again his hand glided up her back, this time reaching her hair and fisting it as he pulled her up and against him, almost aggressively. With her back fused to his front, he looked at her in the mirror, his darkened gaze roaming gently as she rocked her arms around the leather cuffs.

“Fuck me..” she heard herself pleading, moaning, as she felt his hardness pressed against her, enjoying the expressions on his face as she watched him in the mirror. Her eyes were fixated on his hands, he lowered them, running lightly over her wet center.

“Oh, I will baby…but first...I want you to look at yourself..look how beautiful you are, standing here like that.”

 

She gasped as his fingers slid into her, unable to tear her eyes away from the mirror. He looked at her star at his manipulations.

"Do you like this, Marlena?" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "Do you like watching me touch you like that?"

 

"Yes," Marlena managed, her breath coming in short gasps, she gripped the leather straps above her bound wrists, afraid her legs were going to give out beneath her.

 

"I want you to watch me fuck you, Marlena" John breathed into her ear again. She couldn't find her voice. Marlena simply bent her head, arching her back, exposing herself to him.

 

"God, you are perfect," he murmured, and she really was. The contrast of the rough leather cuffs around the smooth, creamy wrists of hers, made him want to just rub his hands all over her.

”Fuck” he murmured.

John locked one arm around her waist, securing her to him and the other trailed slow, fingertip-circles around her clit, driving her mad. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder, her eyes almost flickering closed, lids heavy with desire, “mm...John, please...” she cried with need.

John chuckled quietly, cupping one of her breasts, pinching her erect nipple  “look at you baby,” the sharp spike of pain that connected her nipple to her center made her eyes flew open as John pinched the straining bud again. Marlena gasped and shuddered against him.

“All the nights...that I was just dreaming of making love to you...of fucking you like an animal,” he teased, and she moaned, "oh...do you like this, baby? Is that it?” he rolled her peak between his thumb and forefinger, a leisurely squeeze and roll – just enough to drive her wild but not enough to get her off. The circular motion between her legs seized to exist as he cupped her other breast with his big palm.

“Please,” she managed past her panting breaths.

 

Watching him – that moment was unspeakably erotic; her desire for him was building, heaving, she decided to help things along. He sensed the shift in her body, she shook her arms. Trying to free her wrists so she could touch him, but his growling order stopped her, “keep still, baby, if you move I stop.”

Marlena whimpered and relaxed her hands above her head, thrusting her breasts forward into his hands.

“I want you too baby, but I want to savor it, I just want to enjoy this moment with my wife to be.” Instead of soothing her, the way he drew out the word 'wife,' sent lashings of fire through her veins, her stomach muscles already started to quiver in anticipation of her brewing release.

 

“Look at yourself, Marlena.” he cupped both breasts, squeezing with lust. His voice turned huskier, his eyes darkened as he brushed his thumb over and over her tender pebbles.

This time they gasp together, sucking in a breath before John spun her around, crushing his mouth to her lips. The harsh assault stole all reason, only awareness of blazing sensation remained; it felt like his hands were everywhere at once.

 

He pushed off his shirt and roughly undid his belt, his fingers suddenly deft in their eagerness. He slid his hands down his torso, beneath the elastic of his boxers to get rid of both underwear and pants in one go. He stepped out of his boxers and gripped her firmly, working his palm across her wet folds. When she inhaled against his vigorous attack, he traced her parted lips with his tongue. Marlena was flushed from the kiss and the heated passion that sizzled between their bodies. "John," she breathed seductively.

"shhhh...Look at yourself," he murmured into her ear, tenderly grabbing her chin so her head would face the mirror, he nipped at her earlobe and licked the back of it. "Look at how wet you are…" His greedy fingers returned to the warmth between her parted legs, his fingers rubbed circles around her clit, teasing her once more, and she looked up through her lashes, her breath sucked in.

She could see herself, every delicious detail, and saw John's hand gently stroking her, making her feel like she might just spontaneously combust with need.

 

Marlena felt moisture rush to her quivering flesh under John's ministrations, It was all she ever wanted. His hand pulled away as he whispered heatedly into her ear, "Don't you just look good enough to eat?"

His eyes raked down her body, all heaving breasts, and quivering thighs and dripping pussy. He smirked, lowering himself to the floor in front of her, he spread her legs, his head dipping to kiss her entrance lovingly, tongue darting out and tasting her.

“fuck,” Marlena’s head tipped backward as ecstasy pooled between her legs to be saved up by John's naughty tongue. Her nipples ached, they were so hard, and with every wave of pleasure, her hips bucked forward, unable to help herself.

 

The faint suckling brought her back to reality as John suckled her clit greedily, and two of his fingers parted her slick pussy lips and slid deep within her. She gasped and moaned. "John!"

"Yes baby, I want you shouting my name... over... and over," he replied, his breath hot and tantalized on her center. He used his fingers to tease her entrance as he continued to flick his tongue over her sensitive clit.

"Oh…John... ohh fuck..."

He knew this sounds, he knew what it meant.

Pulling away, her body shook violently from pending orgasm, sitting back on his knees, looking up at her, admiring her, her pale luminous flesh bound so perfectly in the restrains. His cock leaked pre-cum, but he pushed the thoughts of his own mounting arousal aside. He had to wait.

"Had enough yet?"

"Please John…" she gasped. "Please…oh God, please…" her body convulse in need.

“Please what baby?” he asked self-satisfaction on his face

“Oh, God..Fuck me..”

“Turn around,” without waiting for her reaction, he spun her again; placing both her tied palms on the cold mirror.

In a swift move, he bent her, holding her hips in place, her arms stretched above her head, and the pain was more present now, “so, baby, I’m sure you already realized that you’re not in charge right now.”

 

Even though his eyes were smiling they were also scorching with his unguarded want; clearly, he had a plan. Marlena swiveled and leaned against his groin; her legs rooted to the floor, arms up in the air, facing the mirror once more. His plan was suddenly crystal clear, she was entirely at his mercy. Like this, both of his hands were free to touch and caress wherever he wanted. His erection, hot and rigid between the cheeks of her behind, ready to push through her wet folds and they could watch it all, together.

 

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head.

“Eyes up here, Doc, I want you to watch." He purred in her ear. She felt the familiar ache between her legs from his words. Marlena gulped, and he moved her hair over her left shoulder and pushed his body against hers.

Her eyes were glued to his hands in the mirror, and her pulse was thrumming. His fingers suddenly slipped into her, the contact made her jump slightly, and he chuckled into her neck.

 

His other hand was wrapped around her chest, holding her in place. She felt so exposed but so turned on at the same time. Watching him touch her, took the mind places that she never knew existed. His fingers moved slowly inside of her, and he kissed her neck softly.

"Look how beautiful you are." He whispered against her skin. She looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognize herself. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her eyes were wide and wild. With her hands bound together above her head and John’s fingers moving inside of her, She looked different…

 

Her eyes closed as she felt her stomach tightening, John continued his beautifully slow assault, from time to time his thumb rubbing her aching clit, making Marlena to pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to stifle a moan.

"Open your eyes." He instructed.

Her eyes opened, meeting his, and it sent her over the edge, John standing behind her, holding her, watching her come undone from his touch was all it took. Her head rolled back on his shoulder, and her legs started to shake, her lips chanted “Oh fuck…...oh fuck” his slow touch was torturing her, craving her release.

"Yes...That's it, baby...cum for me" He cooed into her ear and tightened his grip around her to hold her up as her eyes slightly opened, her vision blurred, and she moaned his name as her body explode into a million pieces. She was grateful that he seemed to have reached the edge of his control as he grabbed her hips and brought her back, his hips shoving up to fill her with all of his hard lengths – finally letting her feel the delicious stretch her pussy has been aching for.

"Yes baby, keep your eyes open and watch as you cum for me," John gasped as she clenched hard around him, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as though she were made of air.

 

He grunted, his teeth biting her bare shoulder, she came, groaned in pleasure, her hands raddled in her restraints.

 

His hand stopped for only a minute, letting herself recuperate than finding the sensitive heart in her smooth mound, his fingers started to circle her clit again, the pressure was perfect. “Fuck Marlena, you’re so wet...” He growled through his gritted teeth as his other hand found her breast, he tweaked her nipple, echoing the phenomenal pleasure down below.

 

He couldn't wait any minute longer,  starting to move inside of her, finding that sensational grind and friction that started the inevitable spiral resulting from this much stunning stimulation.

The next thing she knew, she was watching herself bouncing up and down, moan after moan of purest ecstasy issuing forth from her throat, and John was guiding her, his hand gripping her milky hips. The gentle full curves of her bosoms bounced lusciously with her every movement, and as she arched backward, he thrust them to her mirror image.

 

“cum, baby...cum for me again” he demanded, his talented fingers increasing their fantastic rhythm, matching the increasing speed of her strokes back and forth his ever hardening shaft perfectly.

 

She came within seconds, her body jerking backward, exposing her long neck, placing her head on his shoulder. He bit her, and she could feel blood, Marlena yelped in pain, lifting her head back to look at their hot reflection in the big mirror.

 

Her face was a mask of horror when a crooked smile and evil eyes were staring at her from his reflection.

The face of her lover changed to her nightmare.

 

Kit.

 

“Fuck Kitten...look at you, cuming for me like that” he instantly grabbed her tightly. One palm raised to close around her neck, squeezing her tightly against his chest. His other hand cupped her center. He was still inside of her, only it wasn’t the love of her life, it was the devil itself. Marlena tried to jerk around, to get away from his hold on her.

“Leave me alone you, sick freak!!” Her voice was husky and the words caught at her throat as she started yelling, “JOHN!!!”

There was another try to scream, she saw her lips moving at the mirror, but no sound came out. Marlena whipped, bowed her head to the concrete floor, she felt his rough hands on her body, and the scream finally came out  “NOOOO!!”

Marlena woke up with a start, her heart was pounding, she snapped her eyes open. Her body quickly tried to fight him off, she jerked and looked around her, sending her arms to protect herself, when she saw Sawyer, looming above her, a puzzled look in his green eyes,
“Dr. Evans? What are you doing here?”