My Body-His Marcello (25 page)

His answer didn’t
really resolve the conflict that stirred within me regarding
Marcello and my feelings for him
,
but at least I had acknowledged his efforts on my
behalf.

“
Have
you heard from Luke?” I asked, steeling myself for the
inevitable.

“
No,
and I don’t expect to for a while.”

I felt deflated.
“Maybe you can answer another question for me?”

“
If I
can, I will.”

“
How
did Luke get his scar? I know it happened while he was with Janice,
but she won’t say how.”

“
I’m
afraid I can’t, either. All I am willing to say is that it happened
when Janice and Luke were in Japan a few years ago.”

“
Janice has been to Japan with Luke? Oh ...
are
you saying you know but won’t tell
me?”

“
It’s
not my story to share.”

Standing there
with my arms dangling at my sides I felt like a little girl
excluded from the club. The realization that Marcello, Luke, and
Janice held information collectively that they kept from me
battered my already bruised and beaten heart.

“
Jane,
listen to me, there are many ways I can help you get back on your
feet—”

“
The
truth would be helpful but I guess I will have to get that from
Luke.”

“
Wait,
Jane ...” he said to my back.

“
Thanks again.” Pivoting back to face him I said, “We both know
you have ulterior motives for helping me out, but I can tell you
right now that our ... whatever this is, cannot continue with this
kind secrecy. How many times have all of you mentioned the
importance of trust? I don’t trust you very much right now, or
Janice, for that matter. I need to understand what has happened to
my life and why, and you’re standing in the way of
that."

* * *

When I was back
in bed, in my new cocoon of isolation, my plan finally
crystallized. I would leave tomorrow night, once Marcello and
Janice fell asleep. At some point I finally dozed off.

I opened my eyes
to the sight of Marcello looming over me, his intentions visibly
stamped on his face. His massive body towered above me.

“
What
are you doing in here?” I yelped. “You startled me.” I sat up and
pulled the sheets up around me for protection.

“
Don’t
play coy with me; you know very well why I came to you tonight.” He
sat on the side of the bed and reached out to touch me.

“
You
know I can’t possibly ... You know the consequences,” I said as I
pushed his hand away from my breast.

“
Do
you understand the consequences if you don’t? Luke ordered you
here, remember?” He said it with that all-knowing grin that only
Marcello could infuse with such intimidation.

Had Luke?
I was confused. I couldn’t be sure now why I was in Marcello’s
house. Was Luke in Japan again?

“
Come
here and kneel,” he commanded as he rose from the bed.

I scurried off
the mattress to my place in front of him, ready to obey his every
command.

He ceremoniously
unzipped his pants while rubbing his thick cock with his other
hand. Letting his slacks fall to the floor, he kicked them off to
the side. His phallus hung heavily, close to my lips, but I knew
all too well not to make a move without permission. So I waited
impatiently to take him into my mouth.

“
Open
your mouth and suck on my head now.” He grabbed a handful of my
hair, pushing his cock deep into my throat. “Harder!”

He appeared
larger than I recalled and the smell of his manhood caused my
nipples to peak and my pussy to warm. After drawing on his fat cock
for several minutes, my sore jaw needed a break.

“
Did I
tell you to stop?” he said, pulling my hair to angle my face toward
him.

He buried my nose
against his cock and balls and I inhaled a deep draft of his manly
elixir. “You smell so good,” I said, swimming in the sensation of
lust.

“
Get
on the bed so I can punish you more thoroughly.”

I expected a
sound whipping or at least a spanking, but instead he found ways to
torture me to orgasms.

“
My
turn to taste,” he said as he lowered his head and licked between
my legs, causing me to writhe under his assault. He thrashed my
clit with his tongue back and forth, dipping down into my opening.
“Hmmm,” he said without looking up. “We should bottle your cunt
juices, they are so sweet.”

Running the tip
of his tongue around my lips he dropped ever lower to my anus,
flicking his tongue across my rosy bud.

“
Oh,
oh, I’m not sure you should ...”

He spit on my
asshole, forced his thick middle finger past my sphincter and
twisted it in and around, trying to loosen my anus.

Lowering his head
again, he licked my clit as he forcefully penetrated my ass,
working his long finger inside me.

“
It’s
too much,” I groaned.

The dual
sensation of pleasure and pain had me rocking against his hand,
making my breasts bounce with the battering. My large nipples
strained in fullness.

Marcello
continued to work his wide finger into me until I felt him pull out
and spit again. This time he worked both his middle and index
fingers around the outside of my orifice, coaxing it to relax
more.

“
I
don’t think ... please, no, oh my god, it’s too, too
much—”

He stretched me
with both fingers as he rammed into me, all the while circling my
fleshy labia with his warm, prodding tongue.

“
Oh
god, so good, oh my, please,” I mumbled over and over again. Out of
control, I just babbled my pleasure. The first orgasm rocked
through me, making my pussy gush as my anus contracted around his
fingers.

He stopped
everything as I lay there, high on the bio-chemicals that swirled
around my brain. I rode the current of release until he clamped
both my nipples between his fingers, bringing me back
around.

“
I’m
not done with you yet,” he said. “Flip over.”

I now lay face
down on the bed.

He coated my anal
bud with my pussy juice and ordered, “Play with your clit while I
fuck that beautiful ass of yours.”

Reaching under
me, I wet my clit and raised my buttocks for Marcello’s
onslaught.

His enormous
phallus slowly stretched my orifice as he worked himself into
me.

“
Uh,
uh, uh, uh
 
...” I
heard myself moan. Overwhelmed with the massive stimulation between
my fingers on my clit—my nipples pressed down against the bed and
Marcello’s thrusts—I shook convulsively.

He held tightly
to my waist as he plundered me over and over again, causing small
releases with each thrust. His large body covered mine and, as he
grew closer to his eruption and his cock swelled inside me, he
forced the downward run of my next climax.

“
Oh
god, I’m cumming, oh yes, oh Marcello, please, please, please. Oh,
stop, I can’t take anymore.”

But he did not
stop until he forced another powerful explosion out of me and
filled my bowels with his sperm.

Collapsing on top
of me, he whispered in my ear, “Now he will never take you
back.”

I shrieked,
struggling, trying to force him off me.

“
No!”
I cried, finally waking up from my nightmare and throwing the sheet
and blanket off me.

I ran to the
bathroom and threw up the few bites of cheesecake I had eaten
earlier that night. My heart pounded, the adrenaline swamped my
system and I knew I would not be going back to sleep.

Back in bed, I
lay there, finalizing my plans, even more convinced I needed to get
out of Marcello’s house and quickly.

As I saw it, I
had one more day to get through. My body didn’t feel great but I
could certainly hike the three or so miles from Marcello’s home
back to our beach house. I would even suffer through a dinner so I
would have the strength to make the journey.

The dream
lingered, making me worry about the state of my psyche. Why was I
dreaming of Marcello instead of Luke?

My plan was fully
formed by morning. I needed to talk to Janice about the alarm
system in the house and steal one sleeping pill from her room after
she left for work. I was hoping and praying that Marcello would be
going into the restaurant as well.

My body was
healing quicker than I expected and faster than it had after
Janice’s whipping. Although my shoulders and neck were in constant
discomfort, no skin had been broken on my back.

My mind was still
suspect, but even with little sleep I had more hope. I wrote all my
plans in my journal and even about the fantasy I’d had of a reunion
with Luke and the sexual dream about Marcello.

Hearing Janice
moving about, I saved my document and peered in through her
door.

“
Feeling any better today?” Janice asked once she noticed
me.

“
Yes,
a bit. I was thinking about going for a stroll later. Do I need the
code for the alarm on the door?”

“
Marcello leaves it powered up so he knows when people arrive
and depart, but you don’t need a code.”

That worried me.
I wondered if I needed to change my strategy. “Does he monitor it
from his bedroom?”

“
Why
do you want to know? I mean the door makes a noise when it opens
but I don’t think he has some kind of display in his room.” She
finished dressing and stepped into the bathroom.

“
Just
curious why the system would be on if you don’t use it. I think
getting out of the house would do me some good,” I said, following
her into the bathroom.

“
I
agree. You are looking pale and some vitamin D would help,” she
said while applying black eyeliner and ruby
-
red lipstick.

“
Can
you show me where to find the washer and dryer?” I said to her
refection in the mirror. I needed to wash my sweatpants and jacket
for the trip back home.

“
Sarah
will take care of it; just give her your things.” She brushed out
her shiny black hair and put it up in a ponytail.

“
Which
one is Sarah?”

“
The
older one with gray hair.”

“
Thanks,” I said.

“
Sure.
Do you need anything else before I head out?”

“
No, I
don’t think so. I’ll go find Sarah in a few.”

“
Sounds good,” she said, squeezing my arm as she passed
by.

Still standing in
her room, I weighed whether or not I could get away with taking a
sleeping pill out of her medicine cabinet. I decided to chance
it.

Safely back in my
room I heard Marcello’s voice in the main part of the house. Hoping
he would be leaving as well, I ventured out.

“
Hi,
Jane, nice to see you up and about.” He looked regal in his navy
slacks and light-blue button-down shirt.

“
Um,
thanks,” I said.

“
Janice mentioned you were asking about the alarm system.
Planning to go somewhere?”

Heat flushed my
face; sure I’d been found out. “Yes, as I told her, I was thinking
of going for a walk later.”

“
If
that’s all it is,” he said, glaring at me as if trying to ascertain
the truth.

“
That’s all,” I said, holding my breath.

“
Okay,” he said, but I wasn’t sure he believed me. “Janice and
I are heading out together, but should be back sometime after five.
Dinner at six?”

“
Okay,” I said. “I’d like to try to eat something more than
orange juice and fruit.”

“
I,
for one, think that’s an excellent idea.”

“
I’m
going to crash for a bit. I didn’t sleep well last
night.”

“
Ciao
,” Marcello said.

“
Bye,
Jane,” Janice said as they both filed out the door.

I let out a huge
rush of air on the way back to my room, knowing I had to be careful
about my departure later that night.

I swallowed the
sleeping pill, planning to sleep until just before dinner. I set my
alarm for 4:40 p.m., which would give me enough time to shower
before the last meal. Gathering up my clothes, I set out to find
Sarah, leaving time for the drug to kick in.

* * *

Thanks to the
sleeping pill, I awoke with no remembered dreams. I stretched my
shoulders as much as I could without causing tremendous pain. I
felt excited about my escape. As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew I
had to pack up all my stuff and stow it outside before they got
home. If Marcello caught me leaving the house, I could simply say I
couldn’t sleep and was going for a stroll.

Opening the door,
I found my laundry, neatly folded, on the hall table.
Perfect
, I thought. It took no time to gather my belongings,
shower, and put on the sweatpants and top I planned to travel home
in. And even a shorter time to hide my backpack against the wall on
the left side of the house.