My Body-His Marcello (11 page)

“
Luke’s just in denial. Marcello will have you as his own
eventually, simply because that’s what he wants.”

“
Leave
us, Janice,” he commanded, jabbing his index finger toward the
door. “Go wait in the car; you’re working my last
nerve.”

“
I’m
through taking orders from you, Luke, but I’ll do it for Jane’s
sake.” She winked at me and headed out.

After the front
door closed he said, “I’ll miss you,” and drew me into his
embrace.

“
I’ll
think of nothing else,” I said. My tears—I seemed to have an
endless supply—resumed their perpetual flow.

“
It
will be okay, Jane. You have to trust me. I love you and want us to
start fresh when you get back.”

“
Okay,
Luke. I’m doing this for you, make no mistake.” I rose up on my
toes to reach his lips.

“
I
know, love.” He held me at arm’s length and gave me a long look. In
his eyes I saw love and a hint of sadness. His sadness scared me
more than what I had conjured in my imagination. If Luke—strong,
sure and contained—worried about my time away, what was I left to
think? I shuddered involuntarily.

He guided me so
that I faced the door. I peered over my shoulder one last time and
hoped that, despite all I would experience over the next three
days, I could keep the image of his loving face ingrained in my
mind and use it as the will I needed to return home with my sanity
intact.

Marcello’s house
surprised me. I expected some kind of monstrous Moorish villa with
ten or twelve bedrooms, each containing a woman awaiting his
bidding. Instead, it was modern, masculine, and warm. I found
myself amazed by the overall comfort. In addition, Janice told me
she was the only woman currently in permanent residence.

There were five
good-sized bedrooms. The living room reminded me of a Native
American lodge. Rugs decorated with tribal designs covered the rich
dark wood floor beneath brown leather couches and matching chairs.
The exposed wood beams in the ceiling matched the hardwood
floors.

“
Please take your shoes off by the door,” Janice
said.

“
Wow,”
I said, gazing all around as I slipped off my sandals.

“
Yeah,” Janice said. I could tell she understood what I meant.
“He has many sides, you’ll find.”

“
Oh.”
I just stood there not knowing what was expected of me.

“
You
won’t see him today,” she said, reading my mind.

“
Well,
then, how do I know what to do?” I tore my eyes away from the
Celtic wood sculpture of interlocking hearts hanging on the wall
and faced her.

“
You’re mine today.”

“
Excuse me?” I furrowed my brow, unsure if I should be annoyed
or relieved.

“
You
are a gift to me for today. A reward, let’s say.”

“
What
do you want from me?”

“
Everything,” she said, stepping forward to close the gap
between us.

“
You
sound just like Luke.”

“
Let’s
just say I see what he sees in you.” She reached out and took my
hand. She ran her finger along my palm and stared into my
eyes.

I blushed, not
understanding why. “Thank you, I think. Do you plan to whip me
again?”

“
Not
like I did for Marcello. It’ll be completely and only for your
pleasure. You’ll see.”

“
Oh.”
I broke eye contact and looked down at our clasped hands. I
trembled.

I had
experimented a bit in college with another woman but decided
that—even though parts of the play felt pleasant—it just wasn’t my
thing. I know I should’ve felt gratitude or relief or anything
other than irritation that Marcello couldn’t find the time to greet
me himself.

Again reading my
thoughts, Janice said, “You’ll see him soon enough.”

She led me down a
hall to her spacious bedroom, which contained a large four-poster
bed made of redwood with a matching dresser and chest of drawers.
The room had a rustic feel like the rest of the house, but the bed
covers, art and knickknacks covering the dresser provided a
feminine ambiance.

“
Come
here and let me undress you.”

“
Do
you not undress by the door?” I asked as I realized we remained
fully clothed.

“
No, I
don’t. As I’ve said, Marcello is a different breed and you would do
yourself a service to remember it. Come here, please,” she
repeated.

“
Do I
have choice?”

“
We
always have a choice, Jane, but the consequences of a bad report
from me will cost you. Besides you’ll enjoy yourself immensely if
you just relax.”

I approached her
warily. She pulled my shirt over my head and reached behind me to
unhook my bra. My rounded breasts settled into their natural
position. Janice leaned forward to take my right nipple into her
mouth and tugged on my piercing.

“
Oh,”
I said as my body responded.

“
Yes,”
she said as she switched to my other breast.

I leaned my head
back, taking in the sensation of beautiful, curvy, raven haired
Janice loving my body.

Unbuttoning my
jean shorts, she tugged them down and around my feet. She kissed
her way up my left thigh and around my panties.

My arousal
banished all thoughts of Marcello and Luke as I savored the
tenderness of a woman’s touch.

She slid my
panties down my legs and told me to step out of them.

She rose up to my
height, her sensual dark eyes probing mine. Stepping in closer, she
softly kissed my mouth. “Hmmm,” she said.

Her full pouty
lips felt so different from Luke’s. Although he was always
clean-shaven, the skin on his face still had a roughness to it.
Janice’s face, on the other hand, felt silky smooth and smelled of
lavender and honey. Her kisses, so gentle, pulled at my
resolve.

Where men tended
to dominate my mouth she danced her tongue slowly, coaxing me to
sway with her. The more passive dance stirred me.

“
Lie
down, please,” Janice said. She gave me a slight push back onto the
mattress and laughed. “Please scoot yourself to the
edge.”

I shifted my body
so my legs hung off the bottom of the bed.

“
Yes,
like that,” she said, lifting my legs back for me to hold. She
lowered her head and began kissing her way around my already wet
pussy.

I finally had to
admit that my body had developed a will of its own, because
everything I thought I knew about myself and my own sexuality had
changed. I also considered at the time that Luke had a strange idea
of punishment. Or possibly Marcello’s orchestration existed in
direct contrast to Luke’s intention.

Janice’s lips and
tongue transported me to another place. The stress I had suffered
since the moment I first met Luke vanished. For the very first time
I relinquished all dominion. Looking back it seems ironic that I
would finally and completely let myself go with Janice—the very
thing that Luke had been trying to compel me to do ever since our
first encounter. With Janice it seemed easy and natural.

She teased my
clit with her tongue and explored my lips and vaginal opening with
her fingers. The dual sensations of her tongue and fingers had me
panting and squirming for more.

“
Oh …
oh … Janice, so good,” I said, laughing at myself but moaning
uncontrollably.

She lifted her
head and said, “This is just the beginning, my plaything. This day
will be ingrained in your memory forever.”

She lowered her
head to my mound and I moaned out my intense gratification. She
kept licking and touching me until I came. The exquisite release of
my orgasm brought with it a deep emotional
gratification
.

She stood at the
foot of the bed and undressed for me. Her curvaceous body had no
rival. Her areolas showed much darker than mine and her nipples
were much smaller. It baffled me that my athletic build could be
appealing to Luke after he’d had her.

Janice lay on the
bed next to me and encircled me in her arms. It was as if a younger
version of me were receiving the nurturing she needed. Her soft
hands caressed my body and I touched her velvety skin. I followed
the curve of her hip to her tiny waist up her side to her amble
bosom. Where I only had a handful, she had been endowed with full,
firm breasts.

The touch of her
tiny hands while I kneaded her body stimulated me even more. She
nuzzled my neck as I ran my hands down her back. Wrapping her arms
around me, she hugged me to her.

When she released
me I said, “Thank you.”

“
No,
thank
you
. You are truly beautiful. I bet you’re a sight to
see when you cum. This next time, I want you looking in my eyes
when you orgasm. I want you to see me.”

“
Okay,” I said
,
but
the idea made me blush.
I
noticed a mark on her left side, just inside her pelvic
bone.
“What is that
,
a
tattoo?” It looked brand new, the skin still
raised.

“
It’s
Marcello’s initials and it’s not a tattoo.”

I sat up and
scooted closer. After touching it, I finally realized what it was.
“You let him brand you?” I asked. I looked away from the mark and
saw the amusement in her eyes.

“
You
can’t begin to imagine the things you’ll be willing to do. Tomorrow
night will be just the start.”

“
Now
you are making me even more worried. Please tell me no one will be
branding me.”

She laughed and
said, “No branding will take place. Please lean back toward the
headboard and place your arms above you.” She stood and straddled
me on the bed, fixing my arms to a strap.

She hopped off
the bed and sauntered over to her redwood dresser. “I have
something for you to experience.”

I lifted my head
to see what she had in her hands and groaned. “Please no, not that
again.”

“
This
one’s a bit different,” she said, trailing a similarly braided
leather whip over my body.

“
Looks
the same to me but ohhhhh ...” I said.

“
Put
your head down and relax.” She climbed onto the bed again and sat
down next to me. She whipped me lightly across my breast and
stomach. I was set ablaze by the slight sting but the slow drag of
the braids sent chills throughout my body. She worked her way down
both legs and back to my breasts. When she whipped my nipples a bit
harder, they responded by becoming fuller and more
erect.

The sensation of
that whip burned euphoric. The lash of it coupled with the strands
stroking my body, strike after strike, had me squirming for
release.

“
Lift
your legs for me again, like before.”

I raised my legs,
and what she did next took me totally by surprise.

With her toy she
whipped my mound and clit.

“
Oh my
god,” I said.

“
Good,
right?” she said. “I knew you’d like this.”

She continued to
whip my body, bringing the toy back time and again to my clit. She
increased the strength of her strikes and I closed my thighs,
laughing and groaning at the intensity.

“
Spread those legs,” she ordered.

I tried my best
to hold them open and it became a matter of will to not jerk them
closed each time. She kept her focus on my clit, striking it softly
over and over again with the whip.

I lifted my head
and said, “I’m going to cum. Ohhhhhh, I’m so going to cum …
uhhhhh.”

She looked
directly at me as she continued to whip my warm wet
pussy.

“
Oh
fuck, oh my god. I’m cum
m
ing so fucking hard.”

I maintained eye
contact until my eyes rolled around in my head from the sheer
intensity of the experience.

As I
recovered
,
Janice lay
down next to me and ran her hand lightly up and down my sides and
stomach.

“
You’re beautiful, Jane,” Janice said as she untied my
arms.

“
Thank
you,” I said, my eyes still closed.

“
The
desire on your face as you came was truly remarkable. I’ve never
seen anything like it. No wonder Luke married you. Marcello isn’t
the only one who wants you for himself.”

“
You
mean Luke?” I said.

“
No
baby, you know what I mean.”

“
You?”

“
Yes,
me. Someday these men will be done with us, or we will be done with
them. In any case we will be ruined for anyone else other than each
other.”

“
I’m
heterosexual, Janice,” I said, shifting away from her.

“
I can
tell,” she said, laughing. “It’s apparent that denial lives large
with you.”

“
What’s that supposed to mean?”