Maison Blanche

Chapter 41

His madness grew with every passing day. He desired that woman. Marlena.

He wanted to cause her as much pain and pleasure as possible. It was something he never felt before, yes, he was never too Keen of delicate lovemaking. He wanted to fuck Marlena like an animal, like the beast that he was. But tonight, it was not Marlena and he hated that.

Tonight she was in bed with another man and it wasn’t him, it drove him mad.

The blond girl entered his room, looking at her figure, he was pleased that the escort agency followed his demands. This woman, resembled her in many ways, same hair color, and length, about the same height and these breasts..well, they weren't Marlena’s but tonight they will do.

“Hi sugar, my name is-” the girl smiled, trailing her finger on his bare chest, cutting her in mid-sentence he quickly grabbed her hand, turning her around, smashing her chest against the wall.

She gasped.

"Put your hands behind your back." He commands, his voice was gruff and controlling. She was quiet, puzzled by his demand.

“Hey baby, why don’t you-“

Kit immediately move her arms back, securing her hands within the small arch of her back, cuffing her with a black rough rope, he leaned his heavy body into her small frame, “Shut the fuck up. From now on, you will not talk and you will do exactly as I say, am I clear?”

This woman in front of him deserved a terror so absolute she wouldn’t stop shaking. She deserved pure and utter hell, simply for not being her, Marlena.

And he would make that happen. He knew he scared her with the words he spoke.

He told her what his plan was. She’d be used over and over again until she could move no more.

She knew exactly what was coming, and the fact he said it so effortlessly frightened her even more.

She was used to men being rough with her, it was common in her line of work, but there was something different about this one, there was madness in his eyes.

Grabbing a fistful of her golden hair, he yanked her from the wall, pushing her on the bed.

She yelled, but he didn’t care, in his mind’s eyes, it was Marlena who was laying there, in this beautiful bedroom.

He got off by hurting her. He wanted to make her scream, make her cry, and make her bleed. Pure agony was bliss. Pure torture was the type of shit that made him come. He would think of her while fucking this poor soul, he would imagine this was her mouth and her pussy, but just until he would have the real deal.

And now he was ready. It was late in the evening.  She immediately sat up on the bed, jolted by his power. Kit shut the window so no one could hear her scream. She scooted back until she was against the headboard, as far away as possible. Her chest rose and fell with her fright.

“Slut, come here.” She refused to obey him.

“Do what I say or it’ll be worse, don’t forget, tonight, I owe your pretty little ass.”

That’s what she deserved for not being her.

“Fuck you!” she spits at his face.

Inhaling deeply, he cleaned his face. A devious smile curled up at the corner on his mouth. He raised his arm, slapping her across her face with the back of his hand.

His actions drew blood from her upper lip, she scrambled on her feet to run, but his heavy hand on her throat slammed her back to the bed. “Let me go, asshole!” A spine-shattering slap echoed across the woman’s face. Instantly, she couldn’t move. she tried to move her arms, but they wouldn’t respond. Her head rested on the bed, her eyes growing with fear.

“I was hoping you’d play it that way.” He lunged for her instantly and dragged her across the bed by the ankle. She screamed and clawed at the sheets, trying to squirm to get away. She fought with everything she had, he liked it, in some angles, she did look like Marlena, but every time he looked at her and realized that it was not her, it drove him mad with anger.

He tucked her legs between his and held her down on her stomach. She was no match for his weight even though she kept fighting. He grabbed her panties from underneath her skirt and yanked them off.

“No!” She tried to turn over to reject him, but she couldn’t move. He kept her pinned while he got his pants and boxers off. His cock sprung free, thick and long. He stared at her ass, and it reminded him of watching Marlena’s ass as she walked up the stairs a few days ago, wearing her white thong...

“Stop! Please.”  

“There’s nothing that I want more than to tie Marlena up and fuck her senseless.

You are nothing like her, you will never be her! so just shut the fuck up!” he muttered into her ear, his raging cock pressed against her ass. He watched as tears were pouring down her flushed cheeks “When I think about making her cry, it makes me come in my pants like a freakin' boy.

I’m a predator. And you know what predator do in the dark.” he lowered his lips to her neck, sucking it the hardest that he could, thinking it was Marlena’s creamy neck, she yelled in pain when his sucking turned into biting and he stopped only when he could taste her blood in his mouth.

“Let me go. Please.” She tried to push him off, but her strength was useless against his.

His cock was near her entrance and eager to fuck her, brainlessly.

He wanted to fuck her until she sobbed. He wanted to wreck her beyond repair. He wanted to torture her without mercy. He wanted her to be Marlena.

“Please…” The tears rolled freely down her cheeks.  Suddenly the air was pierced by a sound. A loud smack echoed the room, followed by a woman’s scream.

Closing his eyes he saw Marlena. She was on the bed, standing on all fours, his fingernails digging into the delicate flesh of her thigh.

Opening his eyes, he looked at that unknown woman on his bed, delirious with anger and desire he muttered into her ear “ I believe I was speaking English..” he yanked her head upwards, pulling her hair “when I told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

She gasped in pain, too afraid to utter a sound. He leaned to the bedside dresser, pulling a gag ball and forcefully placed it in her mouth securing the strap behind her head.

Stroking her hair he watch her shivering, trying to talk despite her gagged state, he whispered in her ear, “now that's better, we wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors would we?”

Kit grabbed both her ass cheeks squeezing tight, digging his nails into her soft flesh.

“First, I'm going to take the edge off then the real fun begins” He took a hold of her hips and slammed into her, forcefully. He bent forward biting her nape and back drawing blood.

Her body tenses with pain, she tried to scream but was unable,short  spasms of pain ran through her body as she heard him say “ tonight, you’re going to be her, you are going to be Marlena” closing his eyes, he could imagine Marlena, lying helplessly on the bed, screaming and gasping as he takes her at his will.

After a few minutes of brutally fucking her from behind Kit pulled his thick cock from her.

As the gag ball was released from her mouth, falling to the floor, she took in a ragged breath, while he effortlessly flipped her over to lay on her back, ‘who is this Marlena’ she thought.

"Please just stop, I beg you."

"You can beg all you want, it won't do you any good."

Tears were slipping from her eyes. She tried to fight him off but it wasn't easy because her hands were still tied on her back. His weight

made her arms hurt, it made her struggle more.

"Ahh, you're a feisty one, I like that. The more you struggle, the more I enjoy you."

He said that while kissing her neck harsh, biting it. He ripped her top to shreds as he kneaded her breast with one hand while raising her skirt with the other. It made her cry, even more, loud sobs were escaping her mouth. She tried to kick Kit since her feet were free, but it was no use. It made him more sadistic. He slapped her a couple of times in her face until she lost consciousness. She welcomed the dark that was surrounding her.

“Oh, come on, it's no fun if you're not fully aware of what I'm doing" He reached for a bottle of water on the dresser and poured some over her face to wake her up. It worked, she woke up coughing up the water that had slipped into her mouth. Her head was pounding and her vision was blurry.

"Ah, you're back. we can continue our little game here."

He squeezed his legs between hers. He took her mouth with his and his tongue forced his way deep into her mouth. Thinking he’s kissing Marlena, his desire grew.

She tried to retreat into her own little world with no success, he forced her to stay in the cruel reality.

With no strength left to fight him off, Kit entered her most intimate spot again. He bit her lower lip while his thrusts were hard and painful.

She tried to scream her lungs out but it made him only bite harder on her lip, it draw blood. His ragged breaths were sickening, everything turned black again, reality faded away as she fainted once more.

Placing his keys on the small vanity, he turned to look at her. It seems as though her mind was millions of miles away. He knew that look, after each nightly session, she would have gotten so quiet, deep in thoughts. But this time, something felt different, he knew what it was.

“Hey baby” his hands sent to her golden hair, holding the tips on her shoulders, fixing them around her face, she shook her head, like she was trying to get rid of an image in her mind, her frozen face turned into a beautiful smile “ mmm...? “

“you ok Doc? You were awfully quiet on the ride home”

“Yeah, I’m all right...just thinking of my last patient, that’s all” her tone almost whisper-like.

Catching his warm hands with hers, she removed them from her hair, still smiling. She couldn’t concentrate while he was touching her “I’m all right”.

Returning her smile, he spoke again “how about you go change into something more comfortable and join me for a glass of white wine downstairs?” Wrapping his arms around her waist, he grinned, a sly, sexy grin.

Her eyes sparkled, she nodded as a yes and headed upstairs.  

Looking at herself in the big bedroom mirror, she liked what she saw. Her taut, sexy figure was wrapped with her black silk nightgown. The rim of this specific nightgown was shorter than what she normally used to wear, John got it for her as a gift, and after all that was going on with her lately, she really wanted to please him, to feel sexy again.

Her delicate makeup was still on and her aromatic hair was disheveled over her shoulders, she did look sexy as hell in black.

Opening the bedroom door, her ears heard low tunes emerging from downstairs. As she got closer to the stairs, the tunes were more and more audible.

Oh, that song ( “La vie un rose”- Louis Armstrong ), she loved that one. A big smile crossed her face when she saw the living room. It was perfect. Dimly lit by mere candlelight, the brown soft blanket was spread at the middle of the room, pillows on top of it. He emerged into the room, holding 2 long wine glasses, Placing them on the vanity. A small gasp escaping her lips, caused him to turn and look at her. Noticing she’s looking at him, he couldn't take his eyes away from her. she was breathtaking, everything about her always was.

Smiling, she descended the staircase, his hand sent to take her hand when she arrived the last stair. A long moan elicited his lips, she was gorgeous,

“you are so beautiful Doc…” taking both her hands into his, he led her to the living room.

“what is all this?” She asked, enjoying the surprise, her eyes roamed the beautiful set up he arranged, turning her living room into a magical space.

“What? This? Oh, this is nothing, just a small gesture for my gorgeous lady” he cupped her face with his palms, leaning into them she closed her eyes for a mere second, flattered by his comment, “John, this is so beautiful..”

“Naaaa..this is nice. You are beautiful Marlena” his eyes locked into hers “dance with me”.

Taking her right hand, intertwining their fingers, he placed them on his chest, her other hand was sent to his nape, while his left one traveled along her waist to the small of her back, pressing her into his body. They swang to the magical tunes, their bodies moving together with complete sync to the slow rhythm. This was perfect and exactly what she needed tonight. John always knew her so well, knew every look, each sigh and he knew she was enjoying herself, as he could feel her body melting into his warmth, relaxing.

Marlena wrapped her arms around his middle and squeezed,  smiling up at him. “Have I mentioned how happy you make me?”

John kissed the very tip of her nose and played along. “No, I don’t think you did. Tell me about it.”

Marlena grinned and rose up on her toes. “I am so happy with you, Sailor,” she said with that adorable huskiness in her voice.

John’s mouth curled in uncertainty as he teased her. “Yea, but…how happy? I’m gonna need you to be more descriptive,” he whispered.

Marlena lightly bit his chin, sending a charge of heat right to his groin. Then his sexy lady blew one of those sexy little breaths against his lips before she leaned in to kiss his mouth. Her fingers slid into the waistband of his pants to where the soft cotton of his shirt was tucked in, and she gently pulled the material from its moorings.  Her voice- when she spoke, was still deep and throaty. “Instead of me telling you, maybe I could … show you.”

John’s breath ragged and his heart began to thud in his ears.  “Show me, huh?“ He looked down into those sexy smiling eyes that he loved so much, and grinned. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were trying to seduce me.”

Marlena’s eyes never left him and sparkled with devilment even as her hands kept busy tugging at his clothes. “Aaahh. You see? That’s why I love you.” she whispered as her mouth then attached itself to the side of his throat - and sucked. “You know me so well,” she muttered as she lapped at his skin.

John’s hands slid down her sides until he could expand his palms over her gorgeous ass and pull her up tightly against him, making them both groan aloud.

She was busy dealing with the emotion that was coursing through her. She loved the feel of him so hot and hard already and pressing against where she wanted him most. She adored this playful, flirty, provoking side of him and was poised to make another sassy comment when she leaned back to smile at him.

But the fire in his eyes and the pure need that pulsed from him wiped the smile right off of her face.  Like a beautiful animal, Marlena’s instinct took over, and she threw herself against him and kissed him with a fierceness and an intensity that surprised them both. She was suddenly desperate for the feeling of him, and couldn’t seem to satisfy her ravenous hunger.

John took full advantage of their positions and, with her firmly against him, marched her backward until her back was effectively pinned against the big oak front door. His tongue danced with hers, indulging in the flavor he knew belonged only to her. “Oh God, Marlena!” he gasped.

Marlena’s thigh instinctively slid up his leg until her heel was hooked behind his knee as she drew herself as close to him as she could. She felt John’s hands move lower to the backs of her thighs and he firmly lifted her off the ground. “Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Fuck!”

John sighed into her mouth as he felt those long, gorgeous legs wind around his waist and cling tightly, crushing her hot center right against the achingly bulging dick that was screaming for attention.  Oh, God. His arms tightened around her.

Marlena went wild as every inhibition flew right out the window. Her mouth was wild and her body moved against him in a rage of need and lust. “Don’t stop, oh baby, please, don’t stop” she muttered in between kisses.

John knew only that he must to hold on to this moment. He knew that if he lost his grip -literally, they’d fall to the floor, and if he lost his hold emotionally, neither of them would see the outside world for days. That last thought didn’t exactly bother him, but he wanted this night to be about more than just sex, he had plans. She deserved better than to have even a shred of a doubt in her mind that they’re future would be based solely on their significant physical connection.

He loved this woman against him, with every fiber of his soul and he needed her to know that.

But it was hard to be sensible when Marlena’s body was twisted around him in the sexiest manner, her mouth was clamped to his, and he wanted nothing more than to relieve them both of every stitch of clothing, and bury himself inside her at that moment.

The beautiful song ended, a new one begun (“All of me” - John Legend). Remembering his plans for tonight he spoke a thousand curses in his mind and tore his lips from hers. “Shit! Oh shit, baby. We've got to stop.” he said, hoarsely.

“Oh, no, we can’t,” she whispered as she kissed him with small, continuous pecks across his face, refusing to believe he wanted her to stop.

“No, we must.” he groaned. “There’s something that….I...want to...do...first. ” he panted in frustration as her mouth drove him wild.

Marlena wasn’t listening. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, pushing her now pebble hard nipples against his chest and bringing her lower half even tighter to his. She felt John tremble against her and had to fight to keep herself from cumming on the spot as well.

John let out an animal growl. “Fuuuck!” he gasped. “Marlena, You’re gonna kill me if you don’t stop!”

Her eyes flashed fire as her nails dug into his shoulders. “Good! I don’t want to stop!”

“Baby….we, just....dammit! Please...we... must” he wailed.

“Nothing can be...more important…. now.. then you..” Marlena panted on a rushed breath. “making love...to..me!” She tried to reason with herself, and yet, could feel her resolve slipping away, and fought against it.

"Come on..." she teased, huskily, her teeth peppering his skin with sexy little bites.

“Stop!” he replied so sharply, her head snapped upward, nearly missing whacking the heavy oak door with a thud.

Marlena wanted to cry. “Why?” she moaned.

Waiting any longer to make love to him, seemed impossible, even though her conscience told her that he must have a very good reason for stopping her.

He looked at her as he tried to steady his breathing. “Baby, I've waited a long time to be with you like this again. I want us to both to …. Be on the same page about this.”

“But Honey... I need you so much....” She began as her hand stroked his cheek before John’s eyes quieted her, she was wild and longed for his touch.

“ I need you, too. And I want tonight to be perfect for both of us.”

“It will be!” she assured him.

“Yes it will,” he said in a voice that struggled for calmness.  John rotated his body until his own back pressed against the heavy wooden door, and he used it to brace himself as he lowered them both to the floor. Marlena's legs were still wrapped around his waist, as he stretched out his own, and held her securely in his lap. He raised a hand to cup the back of her head and stroked the other down her back.

“Marlena” he looked straight into her eyes “this is not how I planned this but I can’t wait any longer”.

Marlena smiled at him, and caressed his cheek, even as the words she tried to speak got lost behind the lump in her throat. It didn't seem to matter though, as John grinned and continued, sending his hand to his back pocket, pulling a beautiful white gold, princess cut ring, holding the precious jewelry between two fingers.

“Will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to be my wife?”