My Body-His Marcello (13 page)

I climbed up and
exposed myself to Janice. She spread shaving cream on and around my
anus and quickly divested me of the hair there. With a warm wash
cloth she wiped away the saving cream. After she dried off my butt,
she laid another warm washcloth over my mound. The heat soothed my
pussy and caused my nipples to perk up.

“
Please hold your knees farther out to the sides. Yes, just
like that,” Janice said. She used her fingers to spread the fleshy
part of my labia and shaved the area,
sans
shaving cream. A
pleasant buzz started thrumming through me—as she was not so
accidentally coming into contact with my clit. By the time she
finished, my body hummed with wanting.

She then had me
flip over and although her massage eased the muscles in my back and
neck, her kneading of my ass and thighs left me feeling brazen. By
the time she finished I felt amazingly relaxed and
horny.

Janice attached a
chain between my two nipple piercings and rubbed a faint glitter
lotion over my body. She secured my hair in a ponytail and then led
me out into the living room, which had been rearranged. All the
couches and chairs had been set in a square facing in and
additional seating had been added. In the center of the room sat a
leather horse type apparatus—the kind saddles are usually draped
over.

As we drew
closer, I could see how I would be fastened down. “Get up,” Janice
said.

“
But
nobody’s here yet,” I said.

“
Soon
enough. Now do as I say,” she said, pointing to the thing in the
center of the room.

Feeling like a
dog obeying a command, I did as I was told. I thought I’d be
fastened the long way but instead she draped me over the side. My
hands were encased in shackles next to my breasts which were
displayed prominently against the leather. My knees hit the back of
the pad and she lifted each of my feet, levering them up against my
upper legs. She bound my lower legs to my thighs with wide leather
belt straps, and then tightened each side to the corners of the
brown apparatus, which spread my legs wide. My vagina and buttocks
were fully exposed. The angle of my head made my mouth vulnerable,
which scared me more than my wide-open bottom.

Aside from the
chilly air of the room, I shivered from being so vulnerable. I
wondered how long I’d have to wait.

“
Janice?” I said.

“
Shhhhh,” she said. She knelt down by my head and said, “Don’t
say another word. As a matter of fact, don’t speak again until this
is all over and you’re back in my room.”

I took her advice
and kept my mouth shut. I wished she had put a blindfold over my
eyes. No such luck. I wondered how long I could remain with my head
hanging over without developing a huge headache. I prayed the
people would soon arrive so I could get past the ordeal
ahead.

“
Thank
you, Janice, you’ve done just as I’ve asked.” It was
Marcello.

Marcello made no
effort to acknowledge me. I was being exhibited as human furniture.
I’m sure if I’d looked more comfy, he would have used me as his
chair. I wanted to scream curse words at him but I remained silent
as the blood rushed to my head. I heard him pass behind me and take
a seat.

“
Invite them in,” he said.

I felt a
simultaneous rush of excitement and dread. My body flamed but my
mind rebelled against such abuse. I was confused about my response
to Marcello and his lack of acknowledgment. I hated him, I reminded
myself …
loathed
him, actually.

I tried to find a
space in my brain where I could wander and detach from my body but
my body would not have it. I could hear people milling about and
saw their feet passing by. I held still as I assumed Marcello would
not approve of me looking around. The size and style of the shoes
circulating made me certain the guests were all men.

I could smell the
stench of cigars and hear ice clinking in glasses. Classical music
played in the background. This sophisticated party with cigars,
aged cognac, and classical music required that I be tied down as a
party favor? For some reason the whole scene made me want to laugh.
I tried to keep from shaking. I thought I had done a brilliant job
until I heard a loud snap behind me.

Worried, Janice
stooped next to my face. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

I shook my head
yes and she could see I rocked on the edge of hysterical
laughter.

She crouched
closer to my ear and said, “Get a grip. It’s about to
start.”

It occurred to me
that Janice would be held responsible for my performance. If I
didn’t behave well, she’d be the one punished. I figured Marcello
was twisted enough to think that way.

I wish I could
say that I found the ability to black out that night. With real
trepidation I share this part of the story. They keep telling me
that getting it all out, writing it all down, is how you get over
the kinky odyssey that had become my life. It’s absurd to try to
convince someone that they can get over something that’s impossible
to recover from. I’m not speaking purely of that particular night,
but of my experience as a whole—Luke, Janice, Marcello, my father
and even Christian … all of it.

People ambled
about as I lay fastened to the leather horse, causing cold air to
raise goose bumps on my skin. Despite the cold, my body was in
heat; I wished someone,
anyone
would touch me. I secretly
hoped it would be Marcello using me for his pleasure in front of
the audience. His feigned lack of interest had me craving his
attention in any way I could get it. In the brief moment before
everything started I contemplated what Luke would think about
that.

I wondered if
anyone would be taking pictures of me for him. Then, with the first
touch, Luke left my mind completely.

Someone with
large brown loafers ran his hand down my back and over my ass,
sending chills through my body. Another person pulled on the chain
attached to my nipple piercings, eliciting a response of
pleasurable pain. Surrounded by bodies and hands, I got lost. I was
filled in so many different ways that night. I wish I could say
that I hated every minute but all that stimulation left my body in
a state of ecstasy. I had so many hands touching me and cocks
fucking me that I lost count of my orgasms. The men used my
ponytail as a tool to guide my mouth to their rigid cocks. Time
ceased to exist. Lost in a fog of bodily sensations so deep and so
all-encompassing, I felt I’d never come back down to
earth.

I don’t know if I
passed out from sheer exhaustion, excitement or too much blood to
my head. Maybe I just fell asleep. I don’t remember being
unstrapped or taken off the horse. At some point I awoke alone in
Janice’s bed while the darkness of the night still existed. I
assessed my achy body from head to toe. Someone had cleaned me
up—which I noticed when I used the bathroom. I looked in the
medicine cabinet for ibuprofen but found nothing but a bottle of
sleeping pills.

I went straight
back to bed and slept until Janice shook me awake in the
morning.

“
That
was brilliant,” she said as I tried to shake off sleep. “I was so
jealous.”

“
You
could have taken my place. I would’ve swapped
willingly.”

“
Why
do you say things you don’t mean?”

“
I
mean exactly what I said.” I sat up, shaking my head, wishing she’d
just leave me alone.

“
You
were moaning and crying out the whole time. I have no idea how many
times you came but it had to be a lot. Why not just own up to who
and what you are?”

“
I’m
not interested in having this conversation again. It’s too early in
the morning and I need to stretch out my body.” I leaned forward to
touch my toes and asked, “Why do you have sleeping
pills?”

“
I had
trouble sleeping for a while and they really helped. I haven’t
taken any in a few days.”

“
Because of Luke?”

She looked at me
and I could see the sadness that still lingered in her eyes. “Yes,”
she said. She nodded and then said, “You don’t have much time. You
have to meet Marcello in thirty minutes, and he doesn’t tolerate
tardiness. I suggest you do whatever you need to do, quickly. Make
sure to shower and douche. Go naked, Marcello has your
robe.”

“
Wait,” I said.

“
What?” Janice said, standing away from me.

I could feel a
sadness radiating from her. “Will I see you again before I
leave?”

“
I
don’t think so.”

“
Oh,”
I said. I stood there looking at her, not knowing what to do. “All
those men ...” I said.

Once again, she
read my mind. “They all used condoms,” she said. “No one wants to
endanger you.”

“
But
Janice—”

“
I’ll
miss you, Jane,” she said, looking at the floor.

I hugged her.
“Thank you for everything. I’ll miss you, too.”

She looked
longingly into my eyes and then pushed away. “You need to get
moving. You don’t have much time.”

“
Right, okay,” I said. It felt awkward to leave her as I headed
to the bathroom to ready myself for Marcello.

There were five
minutes remaining after I stepped out of Janice’s room.
Where am
I supposed to go?
I thought.

“
Hello?” I called down the empty hallway. I headed toward the
kitchen, mostly because my starving stomach hoped to find food
there.

“
He’s
waiting for you,” said a woman in a service uniform. She averted
her eyes from my nakedness.

She led me into
the dining room, where I found a long, dark wooden table that could
comfortably seat sixteen people. A large rectangular chandelier
hung low above its center. The room felt warm and elegant. I could
envisage poker being played, as well as formal dining.

Marcello prowled
around the table to my chair. Lifting a robe that draped over the
back, he held it open for me. The deep purple silk felt luscious
against my skin. He gently angled me to face him and tied the sash
at my waist. I kept my eyes fixed on his face as he looked down at
his hands. With his customary arrogance at bay, I could see the
attractive man behind the ego. Up close, his hair and mustache were
more salt and pepper than black. Although he was older than Luke
and his features more Greco-Roman, I still found his look
appealing, his virility apparent.

He pulled out my
chair and I sat down slowly. Every muscle was strained from last
night’s entertainment. I looked down at my hands, unsure what to
do. It felt strange to be at once so frightened, charged–up, and
eager to please.

“
I
hope you enjoyed yourself last night. My guests were very
pleased.”

“
Enjoyed
myself … not sure how to respond to
that.”

“
Janice said denial lives large with you.” He snapped his
fingers and the server left the room.

“
She
said that?” I asked. I considered it a betrayal.
Why did she
tell him?

He chuckled and I
knew he laughed at me and not with me. “Yes, she had a lot to say
about you. You’ve made quite the impression.”

“
Oh,”
I said, twisting the napkin in my lap.

“
It
seems you are in high demand. Some of my guests would like to
borrow you as well.”

“
I’m a
married woman,” I said. I sensed his penetrating stare but still
avoided making eye contact.

“
Apparently you are not clear on who you married.”

“
Apparently not.”

“
We
need to work on that sass of yours. It’s very
unappealing.”

“
To
you, maybe, but not to Luke,” I said, finally looking directly into
his obsidian eyes, framed by heavy brows.

“
Fair
warning,” he said. “You will be mine one day, so we might as well
get it straight between us now.”

I laughed. “You
are very full of yourself and very mistaken.”

“
I
don’t make mistakes, Jane. As sure as you are in my dining room
about to eat a huge breakfast, you will belong to me.”

“
I’m
not interested in talking in circles with you. I’m a happily
married woman and plan to stay that way.”

“
You
aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last,” Marcello said,
leaning farther back in his chair. A smirk played on his lips as he
awaited my reaction.

“
What’s that supposed to mean?” My stomach tightened over his
comment.

“
It
means exactly what you think it means. He’s been married
before.”

“
You’re lying. You’re trying to upset me and make me angry at
Luke,” I said, pulling the robe tighter about me.

“
I’m
not trying to do anything but give you the truth.” He crossed his
arms over his chest.

“
He
told me I’m the first person he’s ever asked to marry
him.”

“
That
part is true.”