John sat across from Abe at the station, looking over the latest intel from the ISA.

Not learning anything new in the past weeks, only that horrible tape Kit sent him a week ago, he couldn't get it out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes that was all he could see, Marlena dancing to this creep, hearing her sobbing when he bit her, her moans of pleasure when he descended between her legs, it drove him crazy, and he needed to make it stop.

“Damn partner, when are we going to get a break here? It’s like they just dropped off the face of the earth.” John paced the floor.

“John, I understand, but we are working round the clock on this thing. We are doing all we can man. Maybe you need to take a break for a bit man.” he stood up, pushing his hands into his pockets he watched his friend going crazy, and he couldn't do a thing to help him.

“You’re right Abe, and I did promise Belle and Brady that I’d have lunch with them today. I guess I should head to the pub, would you like to join me?”

“No man, I am so behind here, but you could bring me back some chowder.”

“Ok partner, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” grabbing his jacket he approached the door

“No rush man, I’ll call ya if anything new comes up. Just enjoy the time with the kids.”

 

John arrived at the pub twenty minutes later. Walking in, he was greeted by Shawn, who gave him a big hug, “Hey Johnny, how are things going? Any new leads?”

“I’m afraid not Shawn, I’m just here to have lunch with the kids before I head back to the cop shop.” taking off his jacket, his face lit up when he saw his two beautiful children running towards him, their little arms were wide open, ready for a hug, screaming hellos when they saw their daddy.

“Daddy we missed you” Brady yelled, “Are you here to have lunch with us?”

John scooped up Belle and rubbed Brady on the top of his head.” of course I am son, I told you I would be here, didn’t I?”

“I wove you, daddy,” Belle said as she hugged his neck real tight. “Is mommy going to come home soon? I miss her very much.” her little face changed their expression.

“Yes baby, I’m working on getting mommy home real soon.”

“Daddy, what do you mean you’re working on it?” Brady asked “Can’t mommy come home by herself? Is she hurt?”

“Oh, No, no Brady, I just meant I’m trying to get her away from the conference and back home to us.” he smiled and looked at Caroline, hating the fact that he was lying to them, but there was just no way he would have told them the truth.

“I wanna call her daddy and tell her: ’Young Lady, you come home right now!’ Belle protested with her tiny hands on her hips and her brows scrunched together. A look John was sure she learned from her mommy.

“Well baby, I’m sure your mommy will call as soon as she can.” John looked over at Caroline again, a look of desperation on his face.

“Come on children, I’m sure your daddy is hungry, let’s sit down and order some lunch shall we?.” Caroline broke into John’s relief.

 

After a big lunch and lots of excited chatter, both kids started to slow down and show signs of being ready for a nap. Shawn came up to the table, smiling .”I think I see two sleepy little campers, how ‘bout we go take a nap ay?”

After a little protest and lots of hugs and kisses, they finally agreed to leave with Shown.

 

After helping Shawn with the kids, Caroline came back into the dining room to see John with his head in his hands. She walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh John, how are you doing sweetie?”

“Well Caroline, I’ve been better. I’m going crazy trying to find Doc. I miss her so much, and I know the kids do too. I worry about what that sicko is doing to her. God! I just want to get my hands on him and tear him limb to limb.” He rose to his arm in one swift move and slammed his fists down on the table, frustrated.

“Son, I know this is hard on you and the kids, but I also know that you are doing everything in your power to find Marlena and bring her home. You have to slow down and take a time out. You won’t do her or the kids or you any good if you drive yourself into the ground.” she came to sit in front of him, placing her palm on his clenched fists.

“But you don’t understand Ma, I promised Doc when we escaped Maison Blanche that I would take care of her, protect her and never let anything happen to her again. I failed her, and I failed the family.”

“Now you listen to me John, you haven’t failed anyone. You are being way to hard on yourself. You had no idea that this Kit person was a madman how could you?” she was making sense, but he wasn't willing to accept it.

“You are working around the clock with little sleep to find her and bring her back to us.  And you will find her, I have no doubt about that. So give yourself a break here dear. You are not Superman ya know.” her comforting smile was exactly what he needed, he smiled back,

“Oh, Caroline, how I wish I were. I just want to bring her home to all of her loved ones. I want her to be safe and happy and in the arms of all the people that love her so much.”

“It will happen, my dear, of that I have no doubt.”

She gave him a tight hug and sent him home to try to get some sleep.

John nodded and turned to leave, turning around he winked, “thanks Ma, I love you ya know?”

Caroline looked after his retreating form she shook her head, mumbling a little prayer. “Dear God, please let us find Marlena and bring her home safe.”

 

Her bedroom door was closed with a thumb. He was finally gone, not before reminding her again of how she has no power in this house. This day was an emotional torture. She couldn’t wait to take that skimpy dress off of her and take a long hot shower, her skin still crawled from all the equipment he showed her and racked on her body. She was more scared now than before if that could be humanly possible. He didn’t say anything regarding the pregnancy, so she guessed that Dr. Harley was true to her word, unless he was playing a game, which she hoped that he wasn't. Ever since he has brought her back into this hell house, she couldn't go by with only one shower per day. His action, his words made her feel so dirty, and she had to scrub them away. Marlena stood under the hot water stream, closing her eyes and let the water hit her wounded soul. She placed her palms on her lower stomach, thinking, hoping that this was John’s baby...

Dr. Harley never told her how far along was she, although it wouldn't really tell her much. Her mind went back to the night before she left for Fiji. They had made love until the wee hours of the morning. He made love to her as if he would never see her again. How sad to know that he was right. She couldn't bear to think it was Kit’s child, that would be having the child of Lucifer himself. These kinds of thoughts only depressed her more, so she tried not to think of it. She had to keep her condition from his knowledge. God knows what he’ll do, he was mad.

 

Turning off the bathroom light, Marlena lay on the bed, her body was wrapped up with light pink, short nightgown. That was not her first choice considering her circumstances, but it was all she had. Swallowing a mild sedative to keep her edge off, she turned off the light, and curled up into a tiny ball, letting herself to relax some, after an hour, she fell asleep. Her mind drifted to the only safe place she knows. John.

 

The big room was dark, she knew it was big because when she stepped in, her heels echoed for a while before the sound faded. “John?” she whispered, scared, not knowing if it was a good idea to yell. A faint light lit at the far corner of the room, she walked towards it and the closer she got, the happier she felt. All of a sudden, soft music started playing, she loved that song. (Turn me on- Nora Jones) 

A handsome man sat at a chair, looking at her, smiling, resting his right elbow onto a round dining table. The table was covered with white cloth, beautiful plates and something that seemed like a feast fit for kings. She smiled back when he stood up, taking her hand gently in his palm.

 

“Dance with me Doc.”

His arms wrapped around her waist as they sway to the seductive tunes, she was happy, contained, “I have missed you..so much…” her voice shook while she spoke "I was so scared and so alone..", He smiled and kissed her temple, “You are safe now. I've got you" he assured her. "And I have missed you too, Marlena” he whispered into her hair.

They kept dancing, slow, in the dimly light hall, he pulled back a little, wanting to take all of her beauty in, she wore a beautiful white dress, the same dress he bought her for the Fiji gala. She smiled, her eyelids half open. His mouth found her soft lips, feather kissing her, the kiss deepened as his tongue probed her mouth, causing her to moan into his mouth.

“I. Need. You” she breathed when he broke the kiss.

“So come with me.” He took her hand and led her to the table. Slowly, he guided her onto it. She was far more relaxed now than she had been a few moments ago, but she didn’t hesitate. He kissed her lips softly as he placed himself between her knees coaxed her legs slightly apart. In a maneuver he had practiced with her many times, he kissed his way down her neck, chest, breasts.

His warm hands guided her down to the table, her head laid on the flat hard surface, between all the pretty plates and silverware. She could feel his hands moving their way up her legs, and she parted them, almost immediately. Working his way up, he lifted her silky white dress, all the way up to her hips, as a surprised moan escaped his throat when he realized.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

John grinned and lowered himself down on his knees coming face to face with her already wet pussy.

“Oh!” She whimpered as soon as his lips touched the soft, damp, flash between her thighs. He hadn’t even licked her yet, and he could feel her coiled tension. He kissed the top of her pussy in the hopes of soothing some of her anticipations, but it only made her even hotter. He was going to make her feel good. He was going to make her feel the way she deserved to feel.  When he felt her thighs slowly open, giving him room to move, he dipped his head and let the tip of his tongue slide from the very bottom of her slit to the hard pebble of her clit in one slow, steady motion that had her mewling and opening for him further. “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered against her wet lips, and with no intention of doing any such thing. “Oh Fuck no.” She said with such sincerity that John couldn’t help but chuckle against her thigh. “You like it baby?” he spoke gently. She responded by rocking her hips up slightly. She winced a little, and they both remembered how long it has been since their last time together.

 

He didn’t want to stop, he missed her so much. He caressed her leg and delved his tongue a little deeper, probing, sucking her deep, pink folds into his mouth. Unconsciously, she attempted to pull away from him. Not because she wasn’t enjoying it, he knew, but because the sensation of being licked and sucked simultaneously was nearly too much sensation to bear. His mind entertained a fantasy of his cock being sucked into her mouth, the tip licked by her soft tongue, and he groaned against her. But he remained focused on her pleasure. He let up a little, allowing her to adjust and then he pulled her in tight and did it again. She gasped and moaned and rocked her wet pussy on the tip of his eager tongue, it was perfect, there was only pleasure.

 

His fingers found her and spread her open. Within her wet folds, he found the tiny opening to her body. He licked it, and she shivered. He slicked the tip his finger against her clit, loving the way she whimpered and writhed. She moaned. “Ohh John,” and then her hands were in the way, pressing his fingers to her flesh in a plea for something she didn’t fully understand yet. Her hand clutched at his, “It feels…oh god. I think…” And the rest went unsaid as he moved his hand against her clit and his mouth sucked her fingers. He felt her pussy pulse beneath his hand, and he wished he could see it, those tiny muscles contracting.

“Ohhhh, god, John...oh, baby…” Marlena moaned, her pussy leaking wetness onto the white tablecloth. For a long time, he rested his cheek against her thigh, panting and breathless, even as she was also panting and breathless. Her hand moved slowly, and he nearly sighed when she ran her fingers through his dark soft hair.

Marlena’s head thudded against the table, heat pulsing through her blood from the point where his tongue was driving her mad. Her leg flexed against his back, urging him closer, her hands cupping his head to hold him still as she rocked into him.

 

“Ohhhh, god, John, oh, baby…” Marlena moaned and twisted on the bed a sheen of sweat covering her body. The white sheets were kicked off, and she was writhing on the mattress, her fists clenching on the bed linen.

Kit passed down the hall; the house was quiet. He was pleased by the way the night turned out, the frightened look in her eyes when he showed her the playroom was worth every minute. He couldn't wait to take her there, to bring her body pleasure and pain beyond repair.  He passed by her room, leaning against the door, he suddenly heard low moans coming from Marlena’s room. Turning the knob, he pushed the door open, peeking inside he saw the most breathtaking, erotic site he has ever seen. Marlena was spread out on the bed, rolling her hips and moaning. The moonlight through the window illuminated her beautiful body, covered only by the sheer fabric of her nightgown.

“Oh god,” he thought, “I have to touch her.”

 

Kit walked into the room disrobing his shirt as he moved toward the bed, opening the drawer of her nightstand, he took out a pair of metal handcuffs and placed them on the mattress. Climbing onto the bed, he lay beside Marlena and looked at her face, her mouth was open with an O shape, her eyes shut in ecstasy. He lowered his gaze, her erect nipples peeked through the see-through fabric. She moaned again, this time a very low groan elicited her lips.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Kit ran a hand down over her left breast, pulling her nipple out. Marlena moaned loudly again, “oh, baby please, make love to me..”. Kit kissed her open mouth, savoring the taste of her. Grabbing her wrists together, he cuffed them above her head, then ran his hands down her sides. His mouth latched onto her exposed nipple, he began to lick and suck at it, making it even harder than it already was.

“What a lot of people don’t like to admit, is that something that they know is wrong can still be sexually exciting.” He whispered into her ear, as she writhed beneath him, he went back to her breast for a bit, her nipple got hard as he played with it and kissed it. Marlena squirmed around as he touched her and caressed her.

Grabbing the cold metal cuffs he bound her wrists together above her head.

 

Lowering his hand down her body, he pulled down her black underwear, inhaling her scent as he did. Her legs parted almost immediately, in an instinct. This, right there, was all he ever dreamt of. Her, giving herself to him. She was still asleep, and for a second he didn’t understand how come she didn’t wake up yet, looking at her face, her head was arched to the back, she sighed with need. He noticed the sedative bottle on the nightstand and it all made sense.

Taking his time to caress her wet folds, he moved his index finger onto her clit, beginning to rub it gently, Marlena began to rock forward and back.

Then, with an especially evil grin, he bent down over her crotch and began to lick it, starting from the outside and working his way in toward the clit. She cried in surprise at first, but gradually it subsided. He looked up at her for a second; she was still asleep. He went back to what he was doing. She was moaning now, but it wasn’t a purely sexual sound, she was fighting with herself inside. He was very curious to know who would win. He inserted a finger into her, his tongue was light and teasing on and around her clit. And then he felt her whole body begin to tense, “Ohhhh John... mmmm Baby....don't stop.”

Angrily Kit stopped, pressing her hips into the mattress, delving his tongue into to her soaking center, tasting her juices sucking and licking every drop.

Kit raised up and pushed two fingers into her tight wet pussy grabbing one hip, digging his nails into her tender flesh. “There is no John Kitten, only me.” He growled, His face was right above hers as her eyes flew open in shock at the pain from his assault.

 

Her eyes widen in terror as she realized that the hands she felt and reacted to were Kit’s and not John’s.

“Get off of me!” She screamed.

Kit's hand clamped down over her mouth silencing her screams. With his mouth close to her ear he whispered. “Shhhhhh, Kitten, I’m here, and I’ll take care of your needs baby. John is not here and will never be here. Your dreams will soon be only of me.”

 

Marlena woke up slowly, in stages. First, she felt the licking on her center. Then the warmth of a body on her flesh. For a moment, her mind was floating in that soft, comfortable limbo between sleep and wakefulness, between dreams and reality. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to wake fully because this felt so good. Then she realized she could smell a man’s perfume. Marlena’s lips curled in a smile. It smelled somewhat like John. "Ohhhh John... mmmm Baby..don't stop" she whispered.

Then she felt a thrust, it was fast and violent. Breath filled her lungs when she breathed out in pain. Her eyes widen in terror, she wanted to move her hand to push it to make the pain go away...

Although, she couldn't. She was more awake now, and the warm feeling inside her dissipates, replaced by harsh, gnawing fear. No, please let it all be a dream. Please let it all be a bad dream. Her body shivered in nervousness.

It was not a dream.

 

Her dream changed, and Kit was the one licking her at her most intimate place. He was shirtless, exactly as she saw him that morning by the pool. He kissed her softly and dug his hand into her hair.

She wiggled her hands, Marlena’s eyes grow wide as fear ripped through her. She struggled to get away, realizing that her hands were bound above her head. She tried to scream, but his hand muffled the sound.

 

Kit leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Be still princess and stop screaming and I will take my hand away. Will you stop?”

Marlena nodded her head as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. He licked away a stray tear before it fell onto her cheek and Marlena turned her head away.

Kit slowly removed his hand from her mouth, “Now, isn’t that better Kitten?”

“You fucking bastard” she muttered.

Kit grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back aggressively, exposing her lips for his mouth to take. He kissed her hard, practically bruising her lips. His hands on her waist, and he pulled her against him, wanting her to understand just how much his cock wanted to fuck her tight pussy. Her lips were unresponsive. He moved his lips with aggression and hostility. Their teeth rubbed together by mistake, but he liked it. Kit’s hand gave her ass a firm squeeze before he pulled away. “Talk to me like that again, and see what happens.”

“Please...stop....” she sobbed

“Shhhhh...Oh, no, Kitten, this is only the beginning. I came in here to —”

“You came in here to rape me. You think I’m your sex toy...I’m not...please...don’t do this...there’s still time...you can still let me go. “

“You can’t moan like that and expect me to do nothing about it, princess, I own you, I own every moan, every scream...” his hands moved to her hips, and he squeezed her tightly, she tried to pull away, “I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever. The only escape you’ll find from this place is when I kill you. Do you understand me?” Her eyes lacked any fear. She stared at him in disbelief, not believing a word he said. She moved her hands against the restrains, fighting for dominion over the argument. “You won’t hurt me. You won’t kill me, if anything, I will be the one who will.”

“You’re a silly little kitten, you know that?” he hated it when she stood up to him. But he fucking loved it at the same time.

“When you had the chance to shoot me at the forest, you didn’t. You aren’t fooling anyone, Marlena. You’re a good person—”

“You son of a bitch” she shook her hands again, her movements filled with anger and frustrations. Kit slapped her across her face, he didn’t use much force because the collision of his hand against her cheek would be enough to shut her the fuck up. “Don’t talk about me like you know me. You don’t know anything about me!" she screamed again, ignoring the pain on her face. He grabbed her chin tightly and forced her to look into his eyes, "Marlena, I will strangle you with my bare hands and watch the light leave your eyes. Stop talking.”

He caressed her cheek, feeling the heat of his slap long after the

collision ended. She kept her gaze to the ceiling, recovering from the shock of what he just did and said.

“I’ll do it again.” And he meant that. She turned her face, tearing her cheeks from his rough hands, tears in her eyes. She truly didn’t expect him to lay a hand on her, to hit her. Yes, he was violent, but he has never hit her before.

 

He leaned into her, pressing his weight to her hot body, he kissed her forehead, almost lovingly,  with the speed of a viper, she moved her hands and scratched his right eyeball, her fingers across his face—as hard as she could. His face turned with her movement, and he felt the burning, stinging aching in his eye. It set his nerves on fire, unleashing the beast that was already roaming his head. His cock was hard in his trousers, and his mouth ached for hers. He wanted to twist her nipples until she screamed. He turned his face back to her, his nostrils flaring. He wanted to fuck her right then and there. No woman had ever attacked him before. She had a spine harder than most men. She had a fierceness that rivaled his own. Kit had never been so fucking hard in his life. She raised her head, pointed her finger at his face. “Don’t you ever touch me again.”

 

He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her back of the bed, jolting her even though she’d been expecting something. He leaned over her, his face pressed close to hers. “You’re playing with fire here, princess.” he squeezed her throat, almost constricting her air supply. The more she fought him, the sweeter the victory.  “spread your legs, Kitten and I swear to god, I won't stop until you're shaking” His desire got the best of him, and he placed a kiss to her mouth. He grabbed her aggressively, she released a dreadful breath, her thighs squeezed together underneath his body, bracing herself.

 

Her fighting spirit aroused him, but it was a wasted effort. “Believe me, Kitten, you don’t want to test my patience. Let's be clear. The fact that I haven't devoured you yet is a credit to what self-control I have left. Once that's gone, your ass is mine. Do I need to ask you again?  ”

His lips brushed past hers when he spoke, and he looked at the fear in her eyes. She tried to speak, but most of her words never came out. Only one did.

“No.”

His cock twitched in his trousers when he won the battle. Every war they fought was challenging, but that made his victory all the sweeter. Kit pressed his mouth to hers and gave her a soft kiss, a gift for her obedience.

“Good girl.” He spoke silently.

Although her legs didn’t move.