Dangerous Games

The song used in this chapter is "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails


Slowly she made her way up the dark, winding narrow staircase, Marlena could feel her heart in her throat. None of this made sense to her, she'd been so confused since she'd awakened from her coma. While everything seemed normal, none it felt right somehow. All those erotic dreams she'd been having, which she thought were about her husband, Stefano, turned out to be about this mysterious stranger who was now in this very house. She didn't understand any of it but she felt that somehow this man could help her understand more.

She stopped just short of the landing, taking care to peek up and down the hallway to see if anyone was about. Finding the hall way empty and quite, she tiptoed down to the only unoccupied room on the floor. She stood in front of the small door, trying to steadying her nerves and summon her courage, but it wasn’t working. She could feel herself trembling, her heart was pounding, her pulse was rapid and she felt flushed. Images of him from her dreams swept through her mind, this time the images were crystal clear, it was him, John Black, who’s body she was wrapped so tightly around, it was his back her nails dug into as he pummeled her into the sheets. She felt a shiver run down her back, she could almost feel him inside her.

John could feel his hard on strain uncomfortably against his trousers, he reached down to adjust himself and imagined it was her hand on him, stroking him, and caressing him. He closed his eyes for a moment and saw her standing before him. A soft knock at the door jolted John from his reverie and he shook it off and flung the door open wide. Marlena gasped loudly and jumped a little at the violence with which the door opened and she shivered at the sight him standing there before her in just his pants. His shoulders, his arms and his chest were just as she had imagined them, she stared at him for the longest time, lost in her fantasy.

She was the last person John had been expecting to see at his door, it made his cock ache and he felt his pre-cum oozing at the sight of her in that nightgown and robe. His instincts for self-preservation took over and he grabbed her roughly by the elbow and jerked her into the room, quickly shutting the door.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded gruffly, staring at her with those blue eyes of his. She was so nervous now, “I…I just came here.” She stared at him again.

He moved closer to her, “You came here for what?”

Marlena looked into his eyes, he both frightened and fascinated her. She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him and that she wondered if they had perhaps shared a relationship in the past given the nature of her dreams. “I came here to ask you a question.” He moved a little closer, he could see how nervous he was making her but she hadn’t tried to move away, until now. Marlena turned and calmly took a few of steps away, turning her back to him for a moment as she carefully chose her words. “I was in an accident and I was in a coma for some time.” John was surprised to hear this, he wondered if they were in their respective comas at the same time.

“Since I regained consciousness, I’ve had a hard time remembering certain things and I was wondering if maybe you and I knew each other before this evening?” She turned to look at him again finishing her question. John looked at her, he wondered why she would be asking this question having just been introduced tonight, did she know something?

“I don’t know.” John answered honestly.

Marlena looked at him curiously, “You don’t know?” She wondered how he couldn’t possibly know.

“Well it seems as though you and I have something in common.” He said. Marlena stared at him. “Until recently I was also in a coma after an accident and there are certain things about my past that I'm having trouble remembering too.” They both stood staring at each other, the connection between them surging.

John could see her nipples hardening beneath the white silk and it made him ache, his cock throbbed violently. Marlena was still shaking and she could feel the wetness between her legs building with the thought of them having been together in the past. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her, why else would she come here, why wouldn’t she just ask her husband?

“Is that the only reason you came all the way up here?” John asked her in a very inferring tone as he took a step towards her, he could smell her arousal and it was heady and intoxicating. She didn’t run, but then again she was almost in a corner. When she looked into his eyes, she could see the lust and desire he truly had for her, now that he had her all to himself. She wondered if asking him had really been her only motive for coming here or had she been secretly hoping for more?

John watched her search for the answer, he knew if she hadn’t had another reason she would have answered no before now. He moved a little closer and she back into the wall, quivering in both fear and anticipation of what he would do next or what she hoped he would do next. He now stood barely an inch from her, she could feel his breath on her. He could see her chest rising and falling as her breathing increased, he could see the effect he was having on her.

“We both know why you’re here.” His voice was almost cold and it made her wonder if she was doing the right thing. Before she could think he was on her, pushing her again, pinning her there with his body. He grabbed her wrists and forcing them above her head. Tacking them to the wall with just one of his powerful, massive hands, leaving his other hand free. He looked down at his detainee, god she is so beautiful, he thought. He couldn’t believe she was really here, this had be a dream, or just some vivid fantasy he'd concocted in his head.

His empty hand brushed over her cheek tentatively, so gentle while he held her in his iron grip. She lifted her head and looked up at him, his eyes were cold as if he had his prey cornered and was about to move in for the kill. She could feel her body melting into his without hesitation, regardless of what her mind told her. She did want this, something deep within her was driving her to it, wanting it, needing it. Marlena twisted her hips against his bulging erection as it painfully pressed against her stomach. His eyes almost closed and he groaned at the sensations he felt. This isn’t supposed to happen to him, he isn’t supposed to want, but he wants, he wants her.

Quickly he takes her mouth with his. A deep, hard, violent kiss, his lips smashing into hers, his searing tongue, probing, searching out hers, it is a brutal kiss, a kiss of need, of desperation and of longing. She can feel every bit of it, kissing him back with abandon, her lips becoming swollen and stretched, while she grinds against him again, needing to touch him, but he will not release her hands. Suddenly his lips are gone and she is dizzy and disoriented for the moment as she looks up into his darkened, lust filled eyes.

His grip on her slender wrists loosens and he reaches up to take each one in his hands, slowly lowering her arms to her sides. Once there he pushes them gently against the wall as if to say, “Keep them there.” Marlena does not move as he releases her and takes a step back, watching as his eyes travel down her body. He reaches out and tucks his index finger into the sash of her robe, tugging it, it opens and the sash falls to her sides, still Marlena does not move, she only watches.

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself

He has a wicked smile across his lips, he is enjoying himself, she can see that. Reaching up with just the tips of his index fingers he pushed the robe up and off her shoulders, which sends the garment billowing to the floor. The cool silk slid over Marlena’s skin, giving her goose bumps. He applied the same technique to the straps of her sheer nightgown and sent it quickly pooling around her ankles, he was pleasantly surprised by what he saw.

There she stood completely naked save for her high heeled slippers. He stood there in awe for a moment and then he was on her, pushing her to the wall again, crushing his lips brutally into hers as he wedged his knee between her legs. Marlena was now free to touch him and she did, caressing his face, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. She could feel the rough fabric of his pants rub against her freshly shaven pussy as he continued to grind into her, and it only made her more wet, more wanton.

She felt his hand go between her legs and touch her bare lips, she quivered and moaned into his mouth and parted her legs wider. His broad fingertips brushed over her clit and Marlena moaned again into his mouth, then without warning he pushed two fingers inside her. At the same time he crushed his mouth harder to hers and thrust his tongue in and out, keeping time with his fingers as they thrust in and out of her.

His free hand seized her breast, squeezing, then moving to find her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and fingers, lightly at first then increasing the pressure. Marlena squirmed and moaned as she clenched down on his fingers and sucked hard on his tongue. He had her ready to explode. John kept thrusting his tongue and his fingers into her hard and deep, he could feel her tightening around his fingers and he knew she was moving closer to climax, he thought he could taste blood. He didn’t know if it was her blood or his blood, he didn’t care.

His cock screamed at him to be released, suddenly he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled away from her lips, she whimpered at the loss of him. He looked at her leaning against the wall, a smear of blood across her lips, her nostrils flaring as she tried to catch her breath and recover. He unzipped his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers to his knees and then he stepped out of them. Marlena stared in amazement at his beautiful manly body, so defined, so strong. Her eyes dropped over his washboard abs and down to what she needed, smiling as she saw his thick, long cock, jerking and twitching between his muscular thighs. John saw her reaction, he could tell she was pleased by what she saw and he took his cock in his hand and stroked it as she watched.

A part of him couldn’t believe this was really happening, a fantasy he wasn’t supposed to fantasize about was now naked and willing before him. The mercenary in him told him it was wrong, she’s the boss’s wife, she’s a woman, she’s dangerous and she’s unnecessary. But something inside him would not let this pass, he wanted her and he was going to have her. He pounced on her, shoving her into the wall again. His mouth claimed hers in a less brutal, but equally passionate kiss. Marlena was dizzy and dripping wet, a part of her couldn’t believe she was here, cheating on her husband with his associate, even though it all seemed so wrong, a part of her knew that this was somehow right. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her leg lifting to wrap tightly around his.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

John grabbed both of her legs and brought them up around his waist as he pushed her up and tighter against the wall. He positioned himself and didn’t waste time, he entered her, plunging himself deep within her to the hilt, Marlena started to cry out but he quickly covered her mouth with his in a silencing kiss. He didn’t move, he remained nestled in her velvety warmth, feeling her twitching and trembling around him. His kisses became softer as her cries began to die down, he could feel her adjusting to him, relaxing around him, welcoming him. God, this felt so right, he thought, slowly he broke the kiss and looked down at her. At first her eyes were closed, she slowly opened them and looked up at him. John stared down at her, something in her eyes warmed him to his very core, something about her made him need the warmth and comfort she offered.

She could feel him getting a better grip on her, Marlena wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him, preparing herself for what she knew was to come. John continued looking down into Marlena’s eyes as he slowly pulled out of her, almost completely. She felt dizzy and groaned softly at his exit. He waited briefly then he thrust into her again, burying himself as deeply as he could. Marlena’s head slumped forward and she bit his shoulder hard, to stifle her cries. The pain he felt only made him thrust harder and faster into her over and over, soon she was whimpering and moaning and neither of them cared if anyone heard.

He ploughed into her with everything he had, pulling out almost all the way before driving himself as deeply as possible into her, pummeling her pussy repeatedly. Marlena was lost in the physical waves of her impending orgasm, she could feel herself tightening around him, her body quivering and shaking from the powerful sensations.

You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me it’s your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else

John could feel himself falling apart, falling into this, falling into her. He told himself not to love her, not to let her inside, but his heart refused to listen to reason. He felt her tensing and quaking around him and he knew she was close, very close. He wanted this to be good for her, the best she’d ever had. He began to pump her rhythmically, with long, hard, deep strokes. He kissed her again and then pulled back to watch her face as she came, came for him. Marlena moaned and bucked her hips in time with his, clenching down hard on him each time he entered her and pulling at him as he retreated. She knew he felt it, he groaned every time she did it, she wanted to make him feel good, as good as he was making her feel. Something about this was just so right, she felt a deep connection to him and a deep need to be with him.

As John slid in and out of her he could hear the wet noises it made. Looking down he watched himself going into her and coming out of her. His cock glistening with her juices, he watched as her lips enveloped him. He could feel her squeezing him and god did it felt so good, he thought, he closed his eyes and pounded into her mercilessly. Marlena’s back arched and her head rolled back, as the first waves began to overtake her. John opened his eyes and watched her face, wanting to see her as she came, wanting to memorize every expression. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth half open as she whimpered and moaned, mumbling incoherently. John could see and feel her body shaking, the sight of her, the feel of her around and the sound of her all pushed him closer to the edge.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

He began to grunt and pound harder and faster into her, grinding his hips hard against hers. Marlena could feel him swelling and twitching inside her, she squeezed him with all her might again and again as he drove into her. She could feel another orgasm overtaking her and she flooded over him just as he erupted inside her in an earth shattering orgasm. “Oh, God, John.” “Oh, God, Doc.” They cried out as they came together. He pressed her into the wall and slumped against her as both their bodies continued to tremble together, kissing her tenderly and passionately as they both tried to come down from the pinnacle they had just soared to, together.

Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

John gently carried her to his tiny cot and laid her down, crawling in next to her he pulled the blanket up over them both and held Marlena there, in his arms. They lay there in silence, in almost a reverence for what they had just done and for what they had just felt. After a time when she had come down a bit more, Marlena raised her head and looked at John. “What?” He asked, looking puzzled.

“What did you call me?” She said.

John looked at her surprised, he had no idea what she was talking about, “What I called you? When?”

“When we came together you called me something, a name.” She said.

John tried to think, but he was kind of hazy about the ending, he shook his head, “Maybe? I don’t know. What do you think I called you?”

Marlena thought for a moment, “I’m not sure exactly, it sounded something like, Doc.”

As soon as she said it, John remembered saying it. “Yeah, I did call you that.” “Why?” John thought hard, he had no clue as to why he would refer to her like that. “I don’t know.” He looked at her in all seriousness.