“What did you say?” she heard it the first time, but the need to hear it again, to make sure, was bigger than her. “You’ve heard me. I wish the whore would burn in hell”, his voice was so cold, almost childlike, as if he was never happy in his life. With that he strode quickly, crossing the big dance floor, shoving people as he did.

“Ki-” she wasn't able to speak, he left so quickly. He was upset and in great need of help, looking around her to find Laura, to let her know she’ll be back soon, Marlena couldn't see her. Not wanting to waste any more time, she held the hem of her white dress and walked quickly after the general direction Kit took when he left.

 

Right after she took the turn to their suites, she noticed him entering his room, slamming the door behind him. She wasn't thinking. In times like this, her physician role used to kick in and take over, there was someone in need, and she wanted to help him, it was as simple as that.

Knocking on his door, she waited silently for his reply “Kit...Its Marlena...may I come in?”

Still, nothing, raising her hand to knock again, when the door was suddenly slightly opened, she pushed the wooden surface and let herself in. Kit roamed the room like a caged animal. She’d never seen him like that, so restless. Standing at the doorway, she closed the door behind her, slowly making her way to the middle of the room.

“Kit... I-” she started when he started talking

“Who the hell does she think she is, huh? How...how can she even ask me that?” he was angry and his words didn't make any sense.

“Kit...talk to me..you said your mother called...what happened?”.

He finally stood still, so she came to stand right behind him, tilting her head to the side with a worried look on her pretty face.

“You know Marlena, I bet...I bet you had a wonderful childhood, huh? Yeah, I bet you did…” he sniffed, “I bet your parents used to take you to the fair and the pool and your mom would probably read you a sweet bedtime story every single night..” his voice broke as he continued. She didn’t answer, waiting for him to finish. “And your dad, man, I bet your dad was such a fun guy, and he protected you like any good father would” Kit turned to face her, his eyes were red and puffy, he’s been crying. “Tell me Marlena...was it like that?” he was raging and something in his eyes made her uncomfortable.

Opening her mouth to speak, she wasn't sure what to say, but she took a deep breath, “Kit, never mind how my childhood wa-”

“No!” he yelled abruptly, she took a step back, “Answer the question Marlena, was it like that? Was it happy and sunny?”

She didn't lower her eyes; she had nothing to be ashamed of. “Yes” her reply was quick. He scared her some, but she was used to patients being overwhelmed by their emotions, so she calmed herself down, knowing he was only a man in need.  

“Than let me tell you about mommy dearest” he wiped his nose with his fist, “Not only did she use to beat the hell out of me, but she was also a fucking crack whore!” yelling, he started pacing the room again. She was shocked but kept silence. “Yeah, dear ‘ol mom...such a great lady, huh? Who sends a small boy to buy drugs, huh? Do you know who? A fucking bitch would!” his words came crashing on her ears like stones on glass. There he was, a boy-man, he was hurt, and from the way Kit was talking about it, it seemed as though he was only waiting for someone to ask him about her.

“I’m so sorry…no child should ever go through what you did”, she spoke after what felt like forever. He paused for a second, getting himself together.

“Do you know how many men came in and out of our house? The place was like a freakin' train station! Deadbeat losers...who used to beat me too when they wanted…” he turned to look at her, getting so close that she had to take a few steps back until she could feel the door against her back. Raising her left hand, she placed it on his chest, both to stop and comfort him.

Taken aback by her touch, his eyes lowered to her hand on his chest when he spotted it. Holding her hand in his, “what is this? Are you...engaged?”

“Yes” Marlena stirred her hand from his grip, passing him, “he proposed just before we left Salem” her back was to him. She felt sorry for him, she did, but the quick change of conversation took her by surprise. He was upset about the phone call from his mother, and she wanted to learn more about it.

“I’m sorry to hear all that you went through as a child. She can't hurt you anymore, you are your own man, and you are kind and caring, and I’m sure that by the time you’ll have children, you would know to treat them with love and respect” her eyes locked on the open glass door that led to the terrace. She saw a finished wine bottle on the dining table.

 

He stood behind her, mesmerized by the way her white dress enveloped her hips and her perfect ass, he inhaled deeply, hearing her words but not able to concentrate..engaged...to that..fucking man! His mind was racing with tons of curse words he wanted to yell, but he didn’t say one single word. This fucking ring was his undoing.

Shoving his right hand into his blazer pocket, he found a small pill. The last tablet actually, of “devils’ breath.” Getting closer to her he paused just inches away from her back.

She took a deep breath, wanted to turn to look at him, he was too quiet. Suddenly, she noticed his reflection through the glass door. His arms sent around her. It all happened so quickly before she was even able to move a muscle, he grabbed her tight. His arms closed around her from behind, and he squeezed her so hard that she couldn't breathe for a moment. Her arms were completely restrained, so she couldn't even fight him.
“No!” she screamed as he lifted her, and she kicked back at him with her heels, his fingers dug deep into the soft flash on her right forearm as he did.

In an instant, his hand was wrapped around her throat. He didn’t do anything else, didn’t squeeze, but the threat was there. She could feel the violence within him, and it terrified her.

She opened her mouth to scream, but couldn't get more than a peep out before his big hand covered her mouth and nose.

Her hands sent to hold his arm, scratching him like a wild animal, drawing blood.

“Shhhh...Marlena...we don't want to wake our neighbors, now, don't we?” a sly smile spread his lips.

His fingers were thick and salty against her lips. He moved quickly, his fingers found the corners of her mouth, pinching viciously while his other hand dug into the sides of her neck.  He squeezed, making her open her mouth in shock as pain cascaded down her throat.

Shoving the pill into her mouth, he quickly moved his hand to cover her mouth and nose again. Marlena struggled, as she couldn't help but swallow. She made a sound of protest, begging him in her wordless way to stop. He paused long enough to breathe her in before he continued. Marlena shook her head slowly, trying to pull back but he held her head firmly in his other hand. “Look at me, Marlena,” he said, his voice controlled, but wavering.

She shut her eyes tight, slowly shaking her head again. He sighed. “I want you to look at me.”  she didn’t obey, frozen with trepidation. This can’t be happening. Not to her, not again. But it was happening, and she was unable to stop it. Marlena whined, pulling her head back against his hand. He grew further agitated when she drew her hands up, touching his wrists.  “No-o-o,” he said softly as if reproving a child. Her hands shook badly, and her knees felt as though they might buckle. He tightened his grip in her hair, forcing her head up. She closed her eyes even tighter as soft, tearless sobs broke past her lips.

 

Her body started shaking so fiercely; Kit wondered if her body would break in his hold. He released her and turned her to him. “Look at me. You need to calm down. I don’t want you to go into shock.” She only whimpered in response, holding her hands to her mouth. Shocked by his actions,”what…..what have you done?! What did you give me?!!”  Kit laughed and attempted to stroked her hair, she moved sharply, backing away from his hand, “I promise you, soon, you won't remember a single thing.”

“Go fuck yourself,” she yelled as she quickly turned to grab the doorknob, opening the door to get away from him. He didn't take long to respond when he shoved the door with his big open palm, leaning against her back, squeezing her tightly into the door, “…I’d much rather fuck you.”

Holding her tight as she kept on struggling, her beautiful dress torn at its slit and exposed more of her toned legs, her strength decreased, and her limbs were weak. Grabbing her tight, he led them to his bathroom, forcefully pushing her backward onto the floor.  He walked out of the room, taking the door handle in his hand, closing it quickly before she had the chance to bolt outside and run again.

 

Then he left; her legs shook with fear as he shut the door and walked out of the room. He looked like the Devil himself, dressed in black slacks and a black button-up shirt, stepping outside quickly, deliberately, leaving her frantic and wild after she heard the lock.

 

“KIT! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN IT RIGHT NOW!” her screams filled the beautiful suite, her hands kept punching and pounding the oak surface, at some point he thought he heard her scratching the door with rage. He stood there, looking at the closed door, hearing her scream, yell, cry, punching the door with all her might. Kit puzzled of what was taking so long for the drug to take its hold on her.

“Kit!!!!!!” was the final scream elicited her lips. Her pounding grew weaker and weaker until there was no sound on the other side.

Bingo.

 

“Marlena” he spoke with a low but steady voice. Not a single sound was heard from beyond the closed door. “Marlena, speak so I know you can hear me” he repeated, eagerly waiting to hear her voice, her reply was quiet...

“Yes,” her voice was silent but calm.

“Good girl, I want you to look at the counter,” he said, looking at the floor, speaking softly into the barrier between them, “ I have prepared a garment for you, I expect you to wear it now. Once you’re ready, get out of the room. Not a minute sooner.” his eyes closed with sheer desire, he wanted to see her wear what he had carefully chosen for her.

“Yes, Kit.”

 

Unlocking the bathroom door, He took his blazer off, slowly folding it and placing it gently on the big sofa. Kit took a seat on a comfy, luxurious chair in the middle of the room. He waited for her arrival. Finally, after what felt like an eternity but in fact was a few minutes, the bathroom door had opened.

 

The room was dimly lit but there was no missing how she looked like, she was breathtaking. Walking out of the bathroom, she stopped in front of him; Kit couldn't take his sight away from her. Her golden hair was loose around her face when she walked; her breasts bounced perfectly inside the tight black leather corset.

The leather strap she wore around her neck, made his body shake with desire when he saw it. Knowing how it would feel like, holding a silver chain, attached to the hoop at its front, while fucking her. The rounded cold metal dangled when she paced. Her pale skin made a beautiful contrast with the black leather corset and high heels she wore.

 

Still rooted to the chair, he looked at her, her eyes weren’t focused on anything, she was quiet, but soon, soon she won't.

“Strip for me, Marlena” he commanded, holding the stereo remote in his hand, he pressed the button, a slow sexy song started playing.
(“Paint it black-” Ciara)

The dim light illuminated the room on the nightstand; she got closer to him.

 

The drug was definitely doing it's magic. Her mind was set apart from its physical aspect, and she heard music in a different perspective. It sounded amazing. She heard every single instrument used, without really listening to it. Kit noticed her state and was even more drawn to her. She was perfectly blending with the music. Spreading her legs, tilting her head way back, she turned over, gracefully standing on her heels. Her blond locks were stuck on her forehead due to her sweat,  her mouth was slightly open. Intoxicating, that’s what she was. That’s what all the man thought of her. Her eyes were closed to notice the attention she was receiving from him. Sliding her hands down her body almost hypnotically. Her pitch black leather corset gave the hotel room contrast, a little roughness, at that moment time slowed. When Marlena seductively reached him, she straddled his lap with her hands on the back of the chair. His hands tightened around her sexy thighs . She leaned forward, letting her breasts brush against his chest. That was something else he liked about her. She had an amazing pair of breasts, they were soft when she pressed against him. He imagined that they would fit nicely into his big palms.

 

Halfway through the song, Marlena turned and sat down entirely on Kit's lap. She leaned back, so her back was pressed against his chest, and turned her face into his neck, while her hips ground in such a slow motion, that Kit thought he was going to cum right then and there. The friction of her ass against his erection felt so unbelievably good. Dry humping never felt so great. His head went back, his eyes shut, and his mouth dropped open in a moan. She swirled her hips in time with the music. She blew a small amount of air across his neck and made him shiver.

 

" Ah...fuck." Kit whispered. " You are..." His words trailed off as her hands came to his arms. She ran them down him, letting her nails score his skin. His hands opened on reflex, and cupped her swollen breasts; the sensation was one he had never felt before

 

"How’s that?" She whispered as she slowly ground against him. His hips started to thrust without his brain telling them too.

 

" You have no idea...I want to fuck you like an animal...", he ground his teeth.

 

She smiled and inhaled deeply; her breath sent chills through his system.

 

"Oh, Marlena...I want to fuck ...you." Kit panted out, repeating himself. Marlena groaned it was low and sexy.

 

"Mmmmm." She whispered.

 

Kit's tongue darted out and trailed a line along her ear, she shivered. His body jolted at the sensation. His hands tightened on her breasts and slid lower to her parted long legs as he thrust up hard. Was that her breath that paused? Was she as affected by him as he was by her?

“Fuck...Marlena.,” he whispered, sending one of his hand to hold down the bottom of her throat, pressing her harder against his hot body. But her slow dance continued. She was so good, so smooth with the motion, that he barely felt her lost of contact, when she pulled away just enough, to turn and straddle him again. Holy shit, her center was rubbing right against his erection, through his pants. She rubbed against him, hitting all his nerves at once.

 

" Stop." Kit breathed, it took every fiber of his being to say it, and she did. Taking a fine silver chain from his back pocket, attaching it to the big hoop on her neck.  Kit leaned in and murmured .”You're the most exotic creature I've ever seen”. She stood up; his hand gripped the silver chain as he looked into her eyes, he followed her actions and came closer, pulling on the chain a little bit, making her neck arch in response. Raising a free hand, he Removed a strand of hair from her face.

 

He ran his hands down her arms and massaged her breasts in his hands; her body trembled, her nipples peaked. Two thick leather wrist straps placed on her wrists, fashioned very similarly to the collar around her neck, small chain links dangling on each end that could be locked together. He turned her around; she didn’t much care that she was now being attached to the links of the wristbands.

Her forearms were pushed together and then tied to the bedpost in front of her. This position made it entirely impossible for her to move, her arm muscles tensed under strain. Kit had her, and only he knew what that meant.  He stood back, presumably to assess her, or perhaps he was just admiring his work. She stood facing the bed, her arms laced to the bedpost from wrist to elbow. Marlena wore the sexy underwear he had picked out.
“Spread your legs,” he said evenly.

 

When she took her time, he came up close behind her insinuating himself between her legs. She let out a stunned yelp when his left hand cupped her between her legs.

“Marlena, baby, If you don’t start doing what I say, I’m going to have to be more aggressive with you. You understand?” His voice was level but firm. His question was not a question at all, but a reinforcement of his threat.  She whimpered loudly but nodded her head.
“Good Girl, now let’s have what I asked for.”

 

He stood back once more and waited. Slowly Marlena opened her legs, wider and wider until he told her to stop. “Now move your hips back toward me.”  she did as he instructed.

She rested her head in the crook of her bound arms.  “Are you ready?” he asked, pausing for the desired effect.
“yes,” she whispered.

 

She felt his hands stroking her hips, going down from her firm perfect ass to her calves, lowering himself behind her and her underwear as he did.

The first bite struck her on the ass, flashing through her mind as a blinding white light. Her mouth opened in a scream that was devoid of sound.
She was most certainly not ready for that.

Marlena tried to look behind her. There he was, kneeling, biting and licking her ass and thighs. The scream that had been struggling to come out of her chest finally burst out, when the second bite of his white teeth overlapped the first, coming so fast she couldn’t have expected it.

 

Her knees buckled, swinging her body toward the bedpost in front of her. She wailed in pain, choking on her tears.  “Straighten your legs,” he boomed. “If you black out, I’ll only revive you.” He pressed his fingertips to the welts across her backside. Marlena moaned. He stood up, “Much better,” he said. “Every time you feel my teeth, Marlena, I want you to remember that you are mine...MINE”

 

Kit looked into her eyes. They were just as dark, beguiling, and cheerless as he had imagined they would be after the drug he had just gave her. He found himself wanting to fuck her then, but he would have to wait. He wanted to bring her to a place where she would scream his name with desire, asking for him to fuck her. Kit wanted to unlock the mystery her eyes held. But not now, now he had other plans for her.

 

“Lie down.” He put his hand on her left shoulder as he lowered her to the bed by the chain he’d attached to her collar.  She was slightly uncomfortable in this position. Her bound hands put pressure on her tailbone, and the soles of her feet touched her buttocks.

She struggled a little but managed to pull her legs out from under her to close them.  “Do you have any idea how sexy that is?” he said. she ground her teeth and looked straight into his eyes. “Black looks very good on you; I’ll have to make a note of it. I’m glad I bought it. Seeing you dressed like that makes me think of undressing you. However, I think this is a perfect opportunity to make you comfortable being naked around me, and it will afford me a pleasant view.”  

She pressed her knees tightly together but opened them when he pried. She still remembered his biting quite well and had no desire to upset him. The room was silent with the exception of her heavy breathing. She has never felt so exposed.

 

“you're stunning,” he inhaled sharply and when next he spoke his voice was thick, slightly hoarse, “I bet you’re just the right shade of pink. Now…keep your legs open. Don’t provoke me.”  she shut her eyes, focusing on breathing slowly. Marlena stared at the wall, perfectly still. The air touched every part of her. She was jolted into reality by the sudden touch of cold metal between her thighs. He had lowered the chain between her legs, moving it back and forth between her lips.

 

She looked at him with narrowed eyes, “you’re so beautiful...”  He knelt between her open legs and leaned over her with his hands on the bed. She turned her head to the side. He kissed her, first behind her ear, then down her neck. “So fucking hot...I’ve been dreaming of fucking you since the moment we’ve met,” he whispered softly. “To hear you scream my name ...” A small gasp escaped her lips as his warm hand palmed her breast through the black leather. She opened her mouth to answer when his other hand darted down to touch her between her thighs. She lay frozen in place. Through the fabric of her corset, he stroked her with his fingers, all the while keeping his eyes locked onto hers.

 

He didn’t enter her, but still, his fingers invaded every fiber of her. She felt him everywhere. Then, against any form of logic, she felt herself flush with warmth. Pleasure, desire, not pain. Her entire body suddenly focused in on Kit’s fingers and what they were doing. Marlena’s heart raced, she held back her urge to moan. Kit’s mouth turned into a knowing smile, and then he took his hands away slowly, leaving her gasping on the bed. “Now. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

 

“fuck...me” the words came out of her mouth and something deep inside of her broke. His chest pressed against hers; the heat of it sent shivers through her body. He kissed her neck while running his hand down her thigh. His breath drew in deeply, then out in a whisper across her skin. His erection warmed her through his pants, he pushed it against her as if he could somehow come into her.

 

Marlena trembled underneath him. He slowed, calmingly caressing her in a gentle, loving way. He rocked back and forth on top of her, kissing her, rubbing her, breathing on her skin.  Something in her body changed, but she didn’t want it too. She got hot, very hot.

Her breathing got faster, and all she could do was smell him, all over her, breathing him in, his scent inside of her. He kissed down her chest, holding her knees apart.  “There’s my good girl.” His mouth latched onto her nipple through the fabric of her corset, somehow more excruciating because he couldn’t quite get to her. He sucked harder, making her nipple hard, wet and sore. Marlena half sighed and groaned, unable to resist tilting her head back against the mattress, eyes closed, falling into dark sensations.  “You don’t want to marry John, I think you like me just fine...and I think I know something else you might like.” His hands and his mouth trailed down her body, and though she knew she should, Marlena couldn’t bring herself to say anything against it. He was going to do what he wanted.

 

Marlena’s eyes shot open, and she sat up as soon as his hot mouth covered her center.

He looked up and grabbed the collar around her neck, kissing her with fury before pushing her back down. Shocked, she twisted from side to side, moaning. She tasted herself on her lips; she was on his lips. He moaned against her as he slid his tongue up and down her damp flesh, drawing moans and screams from her chest. His fingers were digging into the inside of her thighs. She felt nothing but his mouth on her. Her body became an extension of that wetness between her legs.

Her own body had betrayed her. Her muscles tensed, all sensations running through her body concentrated to that one spot Kit licked. Her head swam, and in one blinding moment it seemed that her body exploded. She arched her back, biting into her lip, writhing against his face until the harsh spasm coursed through her and into him. She lay on the bed panting, moaning softly to herself as a gentle tingle spread throughout her body.

He rested his body on top of her. He kissed her neck.

“I told you you’d like it,” he whispered. She had no words for that. She turned her head and looked at him through half-mast lids.  “You shouldn’t bite your lip so hard, next time just let it out,” he said, wiping her lip with his thumb. His lips were wet, either with sweat or her, please let it be sweat. He smiled and kissed her mouth…it was her. He pushed the hair off of her face and kissed her again.  His fingers pressed against her wet flesh and she couldn’t help but whimper as her body pulsed harshly. “your pussy is mine…you are..all mine.” He smiled, a smile of a madman, she closed her eyes. When her eyes finally opened and refocused, Kit was staring at her with the strangest expression on his face. He was smiling still, not brightly, just curiously, as if he somehow knew she had just been a hundred miles away. He stared at her for a few seconds, just couldn’t look away.

 

His large hands stroke her body, rubbing her skin, caressing her all over. It would be soothing if it weren’t for the hardness of his cock prodding at her entrance.

Lowering the tight leather , her breasts popped out, as soon as they did’ his mouth latched at her right nipple, sucking and biting it, making her whimper with both pain and pleasure. Leaving red marks on her perfect breasts.

 

“Get up” he ordered abruptly, she couldn't move, his actions seemed to paralyze her, pulling on the long chain attached to her neck, he lifted her body from the bed. She stood there, looking into his eyes, unable to say, to resist any of it and he relished that.

“Turn around, Marlena” he commanded while grabbing on the chain, pulling her into his lips, kissing her relentlessly, his tongue probing her mouth, teeth biting a little at her lower lip when he broke it off, drawing blood.  

 

“Turn around” he repeated, and now she did, panting and dizzy. He placed his big palm on the small of her back, lowering her to stand on all fourth on the big bed. Even though she was still wet from the orgasm, he couldn't slip into her easily, not without tearing her open. Instead, he has to go slowly, working himself in gradually until she has a chance to adjust to the intrusion.

She bit her bruised lip, trying to cope with the burning, too-full feeling.

 

“Open your eyes,” he orderd in a harsh whisper, holding tight to the chain,placing himself at her opening. Marlena obeyed him, even though she could barely see through the veil of her foggy conscious. He was staring at her round ass, as he slowly begun to move inside her, “Oh fuck...Marlena...you’re so tight... damn...I knew it”, there’s something triumphant in his gaze, while he held on the chain with one hand, causing her head to tilt backwards so he could see her face while he took her. Fucking her as he did in his dreams so many times before. His other hand was firmly grasping on her right ass cheek. She gasped in pain, panting, labored intakes of air leaving her lungs as he pounded her with no remorse. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t, wanted to yell for help, with no luck. She was trapped inside her mind.  The heat of his body surrounded her, his weight pressed her down on the bed, hurting her. He was inside her, behind her, all around her. She couldn’t even escape into the privacy of her mind. And at that moment, she felt possessed by him, like he’s taking more than just her body. Like he’s laying claim to something deep within her.

 

As his thrusts got faster and faster, Kit released the metal chain, sending his other hand to grab her tightly, digging his fingers into her white soft flash of her ass. She was bleeding under his fingernails but there was no stopping him.

“ oh… Mar-lenaaa… “ he grunted, small beads of sweat fall from his forehead to her back, “scream my name.. come..on...I want to ….hear you scream...fuck..” his last word came off as whisper between his teeth. She didn’t answer, her trembling lips were too busy crying out in pain, tears in her eyes. Even under her drugged state, he was still hurting her so, and no drug can undo the way she feels, can undo what he’s doing to her body

“Sa-yy.. it… Mar-lenaaa” He was nearing the end, tethering between the pure bliss of finally being inside of her, to the animalistic urge to burst right into of her most private place. When she didn’t reply, he placed his right palm on the front of her neck, squeezing for a mere second, before moving his sweaty palm to grab a firstful of her hair, yanking her head backward. Agonizing Yelp escaped her parted lips, “scream!” He was mad.

But she couldn’t hold on to it much longer, finding her voice, her screams echoed the walls, “Kit!... oh fuck..Kit!!….”

This was his undoing as he shoved himself deep inside her, releasing himself with loud grunts and curse words.

 

“Fuck..You are mine,do you hear me, ‘Doc’?... mine” was the last thing she heard before she finally blacked out.