Dangerous Game
Chapter 1
“C’mon Alexandria, you
will go with Mr. Michaels…he’s a nice guy and an up standing pillar of the
community…he’s also the richest man in 90 counties…he’s willing to take you and
pay off all my gambling debts…he just wants to be married and have a few
children…you’re young enough and exactly what he’s looking for. It’s not like you won’t see me again…I live
in the same damn town with you…it’s just that you’ll be married and having a
family and I’ll still be your father.”
Neil Shears said, while pulling his daughter behind him.
Alexandria was trying to
wrench her arm free from her fathers grasp trying to pull away from him…but it
was no use he was 6 feet tall and around 260 – 280 lbs of pure muscle…he was
the biggest athlete trainer in Madison County, California. And even though Neil Shears was the most
famous athlete trainer in almost the US…he did have the worst gambling
problem…money to him was kind of like putting chocolate cake at a weight
watchers convention…it disappeared in 3 seconds…
Alexandria said, “Dad, I
can’t believe you’re letting some guy buy me…I’m 17 years old for Christ sake…I
just barely graduated high school…I have a scholarship to go to UCLA…you’re
totally insane…you know that right…”
Every since Alexandria’s mother had left her and her father…he’d started
a bad habit of gambling that he just couldn’t seem to break. And obviously this time he’d gotten in
further then he had expected.
Neil tightened his grip on
his daughters arm as he practically dragged her across the front yard of
Spencer Michaels huge spacious home…not realizing what he was about to get his
17 year old daughter into for the price of 35,000 dollars. Neil jerked Alexandria to stand next to him…he
elbowed her and she glared at him and plastered a fake smile on her face.
Spencer opened the door
and looked at the beautifully tall brunette in front of him that he was buying
from his gambling buddy…he’d had his eye on Alexandria since she was 10…he was
just waiting for her stupid father to fuck up…when he found out she’d just
turned 17…and was getting ready to go to college…he figured no time like the
present to make his move…especially after he’d seen the 4 loan sharks come up
on her father at the local casino that they both frequented way too many times…
Spencer handed over the
check for 35 grand and took the suitcase and Alexandria’s arm and pulled her
inside. Neil looked into the violet eyes
of his daughter as she was pulled into the house…he knew he had just made the
biggest mistake of his whole life.
Spencer laid down the
law…and an hour later they were married…
That night Alexandria laid
under Spencer as he invaded her body with his penis…she cringed every time he
groaned, kissed or licked her…and she cringed even more when he finally came
inside of her…It was a good thing she’d thought quick on her feet and had been
put on the pill a year ago for irregular periods…plus she had a female condom
in…even if Spencer couldn’t see it…she knew it was there.
Spencer allowed her to
continue with her college education…he bought her a mustang so she could get
back and forth from home to school…He never hesitated to smack her around for
mouthing off to him…or being rude. Alexandria
learned fast to hold her tongue…She learned not to fight back also…it would
just make it worse for her.
She drove an hour to
school and back every day…Spencer refused to let her live on campus…scholarship
or not. Many nights she would cry
herself to sleep…just letting him use her and abuse her…she cried silently…if
she was loud, he’d get pretty violent with her…He used her body in unspeakable
ways…making her have sex vaginally and anally…what ever Spencer felt the need
for she was at his beck and call…
Apparently when you have
that much money you can do whatever you want.
Alexandria was playing a dangerous game that she didn’t know the rules
for.
Chapter 2
- -United Center
Arena…Chicago, Illinois- -
Mark was sitting in the locker
room in nothing but a towel as the sweat dripped from his body…damn what a
match…he didn’t think Cena was gonna make him work that hard on his first night
back from elbow surgery.
Mark stood up from the
bench and stretched his tired body…he was feeling much older then what he
was…damn I feel 60 instead of 32…Ring rust definitely ring rust. Mark walked his 6’10 305 lb tattooed frame
into the showers…and discarded the towel…
He stood under the shower
head and let the water completely coat the front of his body, before he turned
around and freed his long auburn tresses from the rubber band and let the water
soak his hair…and run down the middle of his broad back to his well muscles
back side and thighs…
Mark let out a groan…the
water felt so relaxing and refreshing at the same time.
Mark started lathering up
his well muscled tattooed arms with the rest of his body and then made sure to
rinse all the soap off…then washed his hair…regretting the knowledge he’d have
to turn off the shower eventually he gave his big 6’10 305 lb frame one last
rinse in the cooling water and reached over and twisted the faucet to the water
off…
Grabbing his towel he semi
dried while standing in the shower…then wrapped the towel around his waist and
walked back into the dressing room. He
rummaged through his bag and found his jeans which he pulled on and then
disposed off his towel.
Commando…the only way to
go…when you’re THAT tired.
He rummaged a little more
and pulled out his socks and sat on the bench as he put them on…he wasn’t even
going to mess with his boots…he just pulled his tenny shoes on…and then combed
all the knots out of his long auburn hair and then pulled it back and braided
it…it was nearly to the middle of his back…
He’d have to remember to
have Shelly trim the dead ends next week before the show. He tied his bandana around his head…and
pulled it down just enough to give a menacing look to him.
He grabbed his hooded
Deadman Inc. Sweat shirt and pulled it over his head…and smoothed it down his
6-pak stomach. Throwing his dirty
wrestling gear into his bag and zipping it up…he hoisted the bag over his
shoulder and took off back to the hotel.
Mark was praying he got at
least 12 hours of sleep before returning home to the empty house where she had
once resided.
Chapter 3
**Rape Content &
Murder content**
- -5 Years Later- -
Alexandria looked at the
pregnancy test silently thanking God that she wasn’t pregnant from Spencer
Michaels…On his last little tantrum he’d thrown her onto the bed and with Jack Daniels
baited breath he just forced her legs apart and started invading her body…
It hurt like hell…but she
had just let him finish…cause she knew after it was all over he would pass out
and she would retreat into the bathroom like he’d done for the last 5 years…
Nothing like having your
own little private HELL on Earth.
It was just a fixture in
her life that she was used to…he’d get drunk at least once a month smack her
around a little and then rape her trying to get her pregnant…but thank God he
was so unsuccessful…she didn’t know what she’d have done if she’d brought a
child into that kind of atmosphere…other then the monthly beatings and rapes…
Things were fairly normal…
But then again…what’s
normal?
A few months later and it
had been 5 years, since she’d been forced to marry that nasty man…she graduated
college and was studying the law on the Internet…trying to find someway of
getting out of her marriage to Spencer Michaels…she was tired of being beaten
and raped practically every night…
She knew her body couldn’t
take much more from him…granted he’d never broken any bones or beaten her to
the point of unconsciousness…but most nights she’d wished he would just finish
her off so she could die and not be in pain any more…
Alexandria cringed as she felt
the pain of her sore ribs as she was breathing…she knew she was just about at
her wits end with Spencer Michaels…she would definitely have to start doing
some heavy thinking about how to get away…
Alexandria sat in the
living room on the couch decked out in her baby blue floor length nighty with
the spaghetti straps…And her long brunette hair hugging her waist…She had been
up since Spencer left that morning getting the house ready for tonight…it was
his usual get drunk, gamble and go back home…
This time Alexandria would
be ready for him…at all costs.
Right on time…as always…3
am…and Spencer came staggering through the doors…screaming her name at the top
of his lungs. Alexandria jumped from the
bed and hurried downstairs and as soon as she got into his eye sight he back
handed her and she practically flew across the room and landed on her side…she
landed bad on her hand and wrist…but tried to ignore the pain.
Alexandria started to get
up…but was quickly kicked back to the marble floor of the foyer, by Spencer’s
big steel toed boot against the top of her thigh. Spencer stalked towards her, jerking open his
shirt as the buttons flew across the front hallway and he threw his shirt over
onto the table by the staircase.
Alexandria started to get up again, when Spencer grabbed her and threw
her over his shoulder and carried her up stairs.
Spencer kicked the bed
room door open and deposited his wife onto the bed…he wasn’t going to
gentle…but he wasn’t going to be a beast tonight either. Spencer pushed her nighty up above her hips
and ripped her panties from her body as he climbed on top of her on the bed and
pushed her legs apart…
Alexandria watched as he
freed his erection and invaded her body with it…she figured it was now or
never…Alexandria started moaning…and acting like she was fully enjoying what
Spencer was doing to her, when it was really hurting her so bad she wanted to
scream out in pain.
Okay time to put the plan
to action…
Alexandria, rolled them
over so she was riding him…Spencer let her have control for the moment, cause
she was turning him on even more…she laced her finger with his and slid then up
the bed and to the head board…She slowly unlaced her fingers from his and
grabbed the knife…Before she knew it Alexandria cut Spencer’s throat…blood
poured out and all over her and the nighty…
Alexandria jumped up
pushing him from her body and shoving his body to the middle of the bed…she
walked over and opened the closet door…she’d been prepared when she shipped her
stuff to her friends cabin in Lake Tahoe…she pulled a pack back out of the
closet and grabbed the 2…5 gallon gasoline cans…she’d change clothes once she
got out of the house and into a place in town…good thing to live in the
country…by the time the fire department showed up…nothing would be left.
She threw her bag over the
railing towards the front door and then started pouring gas all over the bed,
all over Spencer…then did a gas trail down the stairs to the front door…I made
sure no one was driving by…it was pitch black outside…no one for miles and
miles…She lit a match and said, “Good-bye Spencer…you sick asshole.” She dropped the match and watched as the
trail of fire followed the trail of gasoline right up stairs into the bed
room…she grabbed her back pack and took off the street…
No one saw the mysterious
woman walking through the dead of night in her night gown on the highway in the
pouring rain…
Chapter 4
Mark had just finished yet
another grueling match for the Smackdown brand at Arco Arena in Sacramento,
California…he was driving his rental truck down the rainy highway…he was going
to stay at the hotel in Sacramento…but decided against it…he wasn’t tired…and
knew if he tried to force himself to sleep he’d only lay in bed staring at the
ceiling for an obscene amount of hours.
Ever since Julia had died
from breast cancer he had a harder time falling asleep…usually after big
matches he could sleep…but he missed her.
Missing his wife only made him want to stay awake for some reason…she’d
been dead now for 5 years…and yet he’d still had problems sleeping…it was bad
enough right after her death he sold off the house they built together in the
country in Austin Texas…and he’d moved to Houston and had a new home built.
The rain was steadily
coming down and Mark could see that there was no chance of it letting up any
time soon…he had the windows cracked enough to where the rain smell gathered in
the cab of his rental truck…he could remember making love to Julia during rain
storms…on the floor in front of the fireplace that had a raging fire going to
keep them warm.
They had been married for
2 years when Julia found the lump and went to the doctor…the doctor figured out
it was cancer and they did everything humanly possible for her…surgery,
chemotherapy, and radiation…but in the end a vibrant woman who went from 5’6”
and 135 lbs down to a former shell of herself at 85 lbs…Mark couldn’t stand to
watch her wither away…Julia wasn’t afraid to die…she’d reassured Mark 90,000
times of that…her last 3 weeks were spent at home with him…
Julia died in his
arms…Mark cried like a baby while praying for a pain free death for her. He knew she was in a better place where
cancer, pain, and hurt didn’t exist.
Mark hadn’t really thought about the day she died until tonight for some
reason…Maybe it was because when she would travel on the road with him she
always said how much she loved California…though she’d never lived there…
Mark was almost too
engrossed into his own thoughts that he nearly missed the figure walking along
the side of the road in a soaking wet light blue nighty…her long waist length
brunette hair clung to her body…she was carrying a backpack…and couldn’t
imagine what a young girl was doing walking along the highway in her night
gown.
Mark passed her on the highway
and watched her in his rearview mirror…as soon as he passed her…she collapsed
to the asphalt ground. Mark slammed on
his breaks and pulled to the ride and gout out running back to where the girl
was…he squatted down beside her and turned her over…she had blood all down the
front of her…no shoes…and her night gown was so soaked he could see clear
through it and noticed she didn’t have an under clothes on…he moved her hair
out of her face and saw she had a huge black and purple eye forming.
Mark grabbed her backpack
and slowly eased her into his arms…her whole body was so wet and cold from the
rain her could feel her through his own clothes…He could feel her body
shivering and shaking…Mark said, “Okay darlin’…I’m gonna take you to the
hospital…I really hope you don’t mind.”
Mark carried her back to
the pickup and opened the passenger side door and slid her freezing cold limp
body into the seat…then pulled his bag over and dug through it…he pulled out
his black hooded pulled over Deadman Inc. sweatshirt. He knew he threw it in there for this trip…he
carefully pulled it over the girls head and pulled her arms through the arm
holes…he shrugged out of his jacket and slid it over her legs to try and keep
her warm.
Mark got back in and kept
an eye on her as she laid against the seat in the cab of the truck…Mark
couldn’t help but notice how young she really looked. She couldn’t have been over 20…maybe a couple
of years…definitely not anywhere near 25…
Mark pulled up to the
hospital and carried the girl into the Emergency Room…and gave them his
information and where he’d found her…they watched them work on her for about 25
minutes…finding out she’d had multiple injuries…her wrist was broken…she had a
huge bruise forming on the top of her thigh…her eye was now bruising more…and
they said a few blood vessels had been busted in her eye…that gave her eye a
bloody look to it.
Mark couldn’t take
anymore…he finally just asked the hospital take care of her and send the bill
to him…No one recognized the Undertaker had helped this poor girl…all they saw
at the moment was that Mark Callaway had stopped to help a young girl on the
side of the room…as fast as he’d showed up at the ER…is just as fast as he
disappeared.
Back to the highway. On his way to the next town.
Chapter 5
- -5 Weeks Later- -
I walked into the back of
the Arena in Detroit Michigan…and ran right into a brick wall…or at least what
I believed to be a brick wall…I fell back and landed on my ass…I looked up and
a huge guy who looked semi familiar squatted down and a deep southern accent
voice said, “I’m sorry darlin’…I guess I didn’t see you there.” I said, “It’s okay.” He held out his hand and I took it and he
pulled me to my feet…
As he stood up…the guy had
to have been close to 7 feet tall…totally unbelievable…I looked up and he had
beautifully long auburn hair…it was pulled back into a low pony tail at the
base of his neck, with a black bandana around his head…he had on dark jeans,
big black boots and a black sleeveless button down jean shirt with the top 3
buttons open. His arms were literally
covered from shoulder to wrist with colorful tattoos…
Mark watched as the young
lady shook the cobwebs out of her brain and said, “I’m so sorry I got in your
way…I’m sure you’ve got some place important to go to…” Mark said, “No it was my fault…I wasn’t
watching where I was going…I’m sorry Do I know you?” Mark watched as she smiled and her big violet
eyes lit up and she said, “No…I’m sorry…I’m from California…I’m the new
photographer.”
The guy stuck his hand out
and said, “Names Mark Callaway…Most people call me Taker…but I’d like you to
call me Mark.” I smiled and shook his
hand and said, “Alexandria Louis…It’s nice to meet you.” Mark said, “Let me guess you’re looking for
Vince’s office?” I smiled and said,
“Correct.” Mark said, “Well…Instead of
trying to give you directions to the office…how about a personal escort?” I said, “Okay…sounds good.” Mark offered his arm and I looped my arm
through his as we walked down the hallway.
We laughed and talked a little…Mark said, “How’d you get into
photography…doesn’t it get boring?”
I said, “The key to being
a photographer is having fun…I went to UCLA on a art scholarship…my love for
taking pictures started with a little 10 dollar disposable camera. For some reason, ever since I start that I
haven’t really found one thing that I hated about taking someone’s
picture. I even love rolling my sleeves
up and developing my own photos…it’s so much fun. I realize what is fun to one person may not
necessarily be considered fun to another.
But my theory always is you never know until you try it.”
Mark nodded and said,
“That’s a true enough statement…every one is constantly asking me why I became a
professional wrestler…it was never for the money…but more or less the
fans. The adrenaline rush you get when
the arena is packed full with over 50,000 fans and when your entrance music
hits…and the all jump to their feet to cheer you on into beating someone’s
ass…it gives me chills and the hair on my arm just stands up.” I said, “Oh I definitely need a picture of
you on an adrenaline rush.” I giggled
and he laughed hard from the back of his throat.
Mark stopped and said,
“Well, this is the end of the line darlin’…This is Vince’s office and I’ve got
a script to run through with a few co-workers…I’ll see you later.” All I could
think was ‘You bet your cute ass you will’…Just the first think I thought…not
the first thing I said…Mark walked away and I said, “Thank you.” Mark waved and kept walking…I walked in and
had a meeting with Mr. McMahon about my contract and what not…and then walked
down to the make shift cafeteria…and sat down to relax for a minute…
I was loading my camera
when a recognizable voice said, “Do you mind if I join ya darlin’?” I looked up and said, “Sure Mark, Have a
seat…I’m just loading my camera so it will be ready for tonight and
later.” Mark said, “What’s later?” I said, “Vince wants me to take pictures
while you guys are running around in the back getting ready…apparently the fans
have been writing in and saying how much they wanna see what you guys do before
a match.”
Mark said, “Oh okay.” I said, “Speaking of which…” I aimed the camera at him and he said, “Hold
on there little girl.” I couldn’t help
but laugh…I said, “You just called me little girl.” Mark nodded and said, “Sorry…To me you are a
little girl…cause you’re so young…how old are you?” I said, “22…I’ll be 23 in a few months.”
Mark hadn’t noticed until
now that Alexandria had a white write brace on her right wrist…and her right
eye looked like there was blood in it…
Mark leaned over and said,
“What happened to your eye and wrist…I didn’t notice it before.” I said, “Nothing…I just got hurt.”
Changing the subject
quickly…Alexandria said, “Well…if you won’t let me take your picture…I need to
go find the other guys who will…I’ll see ya later Mark.” Mark watched as she looked pretty
uncomfortable with that question and she got up and scurried out the door…these
was a story there…Mark just had to figure out what was going on with that young
lady.
Chapter 6
- -2 Months Later- -
I was having the time of
my life getting to know Mark…he was so nice and sweet…we really enjoyed each
others company. Mark didn’t push me
about my wrist or eye…he just dropped it…he knew if I really needed to talk I
would. We decided to go to dinner one
night at the hotel restaurant. We were
sitting there talking about our families…
I said, “I don’t remember
much…My mom left my and my father when I was pretty young…Dad raised me all by
himself. Can’t say that was the best
choice for me…but at the time it was the only choice I had.” Mark said, “Was it really bad?” I sighed and looked down…I could feel the
tears welling up in my eyes…
Mark touched my hand and I
looked up as the tears slid down my cheeks…and said, “Yea…it was very bad…My
father had the worst gambling problem in 10 counties…sometimes he never even
came home at night…I was learning how to cook and put myself to bed early at
the age of 7, so I could get up early the next day so I could make my lunch and
be ready for school…he’d come walking in the door and take me to school and I
would walk home, cause he’d forget and fall asleep…or by the time I got home
he’d be out gambling again the for night…”
Mark said, “What’s the use
of being a father if you’re not going to actually be a father.” I said, “I’m sure I don’t know…it gets worse
then that…but I really don’t feel like talking about family anymore…Umm…can we change
the subject please?” Mark rubbed the
back of my hand and said, “Sure darlin’…Anything you want.”
We finished dinner and
decided to call it a night…Mark walked me up to my room…his room was next to
mine…and we had an adjoining door between our rooms. Mark let me in his door and then walked me
over to my room through the adjoining door.
I took a shower and went
to bed…
Around 2 am…Mark was woken
up by a blood curdling scream…He jumped up and thought it sounded awfully close…when
he heard another scream come from the general direction of Alexandria’s room…he
pulled his jeans on and ran into the next room…his eyes focused in the dark and
finally saw her sitting next to the night stand curled into a ball…
Mark ran over and squatted
down in front of her and said, “Alex…Alex.”
She yelled, “Stay the fuck away from me Spencer!” Mark moved a little closer…she was
dreaming…it had to have been pretty bad.
Mark grabbed her hands and said, “Lexy, wake up darlin’…you’re having a bad
dream…” Mark leaned over and switched a
light on and then knelt down…and watched as she jolted awake and started
trembling.
I snapped awake and opened
my eyes…and Mark had turned a light on and was kneeling in front of me holding
my hands…I didn’t think twice about launching myself into Mark’s arms and
wrapped my arms around his neck and burring my face in the side of his neck…he
smell wonderful…but I couldn’t help but cry.
Mark rubbed my back and
helped lift me off the floor into his arms…he held me tight against his chest
and just let me cry. He laid me in bed
and covered me up…and said, “Get some rest darlin’…” I said, “Don’t leave me…Please stay with me.” Mark said, “Okay move over…I’ll lay with you
until you fall asleep.” I said,
“Thanks.” I watched as Mark laid on top
of the covers…Just noticing he was shirtless.. Oy Vey…Tattoo and muscle city…he
had a fabulous chest.
I turned on my side to
face Mark…and studied his face for a while…Mark said, “I suppose you don’t
wanna tell me what the dream was all about and who Spencer is.” I cringed inwardly at the mention of
Spencer’s name. It wasn’t missed by
Mark…but I just shook my head no. Mark’s
hand came over and pushed my hair out of my face and he said, “It’s okay…You
can talk to me when you’re ready.”
I said, “Thank you
Mark.” He nodded…and I slowly felt my
eye lids get heavier as I fell asleep.
Chapter 7
When the morning came…I
moved around before I fully woke up…I slowly fluttered open my eyes and start
focusing on the inside of the bed room…Mark was gone…he must’ve left as soon as
I fell asleep. I pulled myself from bed
and went to shower to wake myself up again.
I got dressed and took off
for the arena cause I had a huge photo shoot set up for Mark and 3 other
guys…for the Raw and WWE Magazines.
I grabbed a black sweat
shirt out of my bag…that I had forgotten I had…it was from the night I
disappeared…I remember collapsing on the side of the road and when I woke up I
was in the hospital and the nurse had said the man who’d brought me in had put
his own sweatshirt on my body to keep me warm…and had forgotten to take it with
him when he left…it was extremely big…
I got to the arena…and it
was usually cold inside so I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and smoothed it
down my body…I pulled out my camera and as a couple of the guys started coming
in I was snapping tons and tons of shots…I got some really excellent pictures
of the guys…Mark ended up being my last appointment. One of the stage hands had pushed his Harley
in earlier for the shoot and I had gotten it ready for the photos.
I reloaded my camera to
make sure I had enough film, waiting for him to show up…Mark walked in…I knew
it was him, I could hear his boots thumping on the concrete floor. I turned around and nearly died…he looked so
hot…Mark had on blue jeans, a black sleeveless leather button down shirt on
with the top 3 buttons undone and the shirt was open.
Mmm bare chest.
Plus his black leather fingerless
gloves…he pulled his long auburn locks back in a low pony tail at the base of
his head and had a black bandana around his head. And his black steel toed boots. He looked really good…
I looked up and he grinned
at me and said, “I’m here for my photo shoot Ms. Louis.” I couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Yea…well
go mount your monster while I finished loading my camera.” Mark smirked and walked over and threw his
leg over the Harley and sat down waiting for some instructions.
I set my camera down on
the table in front of the Harley and walked over and said, “You don’t mind me
moving how I want you do you?” Mark
shook his head and said, “Nope.” I said,
“Good, I like a cooperative subject.”
Mark raised an eye brow towards me and I smiled and stuck my tongue out
at him. Mark chuckled a little and I
started moving him around…
I had him lean forward to
where his right elbow was propped on his right knee…I had him put his right
foot on the foot pedals. Then put his
left arm straight out and left hand on the handlebar. Place his left foot out a little away from
the bike. I said, “I love getting shots
of guys on Harley’s…the fan mail I get from females…you’d never believe what
they want to see on a guy who’s sitting on a Harley.”
Mark scoffed and said, “Oh
yea what?” I giggled and said, “You’re
inseam.” Mark looked at me and said, “My
what?” I walked over the his right side
and put my hand on his right thigh and then down to where the inseam of his
jeans were and ran my middle finger up his jean inseam and said, “This right
here.”
Mark felt Lexy’s hand and
fingers on the inside of his thigh and could instantly feel his body responding
to her soft gentle touches. No one had
made his body respond that way since Julia was still alive…this was something
new to the aspect of nerve endings…Mark felt himself flush at Lexy’s inside
thigh touch.
I pulled my hand away and
said, “Personally I have my own part of a man’s body I’d much rather see in a
picture…so I make sure I have both in a picture.” Mark looked at me with a smirk playing on his
lips and almost as if waiting for the question he said, “Oh yea…what’s your
favorite part?”
I put my hand on his
shoulder to steady myself and dipped my right hand down and under Mark’s right
thigh and ran my hand across the back of his thigh where the muscles dipped
down…the way he was sitting on the Harley…you’d be able to view it perfectly
from the picture. I ran my hand up the
back of Mark’s thigh and said, “Right there…There’s just something about a man
whose got thigh muscles for days.”
Chapter 8
Mark held up his index
finger and pointed to me and said, “You do that again and we’re both gonna be
in a lot of trouble.” I smiled and said,
“Sorry…I can’t help it if a man’s thigh muscles turn me on.” I walked away on that note and Mark groaned…I
heard him and couldn’t help put laugh.
Mark quickly trying to
change the subject said, “So…did you sleep better after I left?” I attached my camera to the tripod and was
studying the image I could see…trying to figure out if it was the perfect
picture…and said, “I never even felt you leave…I must have been dead to the
world.” Mark said, “Yea…you was sleeping
pretty heavy when I left.”
I walked back over and
handed Mark a pair of black sunglasses and said, “Here slip these on.” I walked a little behind him, pushing his
hair to the right of his leaning so you could see the long auburn mane in the
pic. I placed my hand on Mark’s bi-cept
to steady myself as I stood on tiptoe to reach up and smooth his hair down a
little where it had been pushed around by the bandana.
Mark could feel her ice
cold hand on his bi-cept…but for some reason his arm was tingly…he could feel
her smoothing her fingernails through his hair and adjusted his bandana a
little.
I said, “Gimmie a serious
no-shit taking face.” I leaned over and
looked at Mark’s face…Just as I was about to walk back over to the camera…Mark
grabbed my hand and pulled me back over to him…He pulled the sunglasses off and
tossed them onto the ground, then grabbed me and sat me on the bike in front of
him…and I touched his face with my finger tips…all the while staring into his
beautiful emerald green eyes.
Mark leaned down and
brushed his lips across mine…I slowly slid my arms up and around his neck and
couldn’t help but kiss him back…I opened my mouth giving his tongue access to
the warmth inside…His tongue caressed every part of the inside of my mouth…Mark
moved me around until I was sitting straddled on his lap, while he was sitting
on the bike…we never stopped kissing…
I let a moan slip from my
lips into his mouth and Mark deepened the kiss…Mark’s hands wondered under the
sweat shirt I was wearing…he didn’t even notice it was a Deadman Inc. sweatshirt…he
pulled it up and over my head…good thing I had a tank top under it…Mark tossed
it to the floor and we kissed a little more…
Mark started kissing down
Lexy’s neck and across her shoulders…and looked down…something about the
sweatshirt caught his eye…he did a double take on it. On the white tag in the back of the sweat
shirt was the red initial’s MC.
Mark stood up and
deposited me on my feet then bent over and picked up the sweatshirt and said,
“Where did you get this?” I said, “Some
guy gave it to me a few weeks ago.” Mark
said, “That’s impossible I left this in California…with a girl I found laying
on the side of the highway…I put it on her when she was freezing cold…and took
her to an Emergency Room.”
Mark watched as the girl
turned 15 shades of pale…Mark said, “It was you wasn’t it…Alexandria…you was
the girl I found…weren’t you?” I put my
head down and said, “I didn’t know it was you…Not until just now…The people
from the hospital wouldn’t give me your name…I was gonna thank you for what
you’d done…But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Mark said, “So you’re
telling me you didn’t know who I was or where I worked when I picked you
up?” I said, “No…I didn’t have a
clue…I’d never heard of you until I started working here.” I started to walk away…Mark said, “Wanna tell
me now what the hell happened to you that night?” I said, “Nope.”
Mark put his hands on his
hips and said, “Just why the hell not?”
I said, “Believe me you
don’t wanna know Mark…you just don’t…its part of my past…I barely wanna
remember…but I can’t seem to make it leave my mind…and it’s not so much I don’t
wanna tell you…I just can’t right now.”
I packed up my camera and took off…I grabbed my rental car and took
off…I called Vince and decided I needed a week off…
Vince said it was fine…but
I didn’t tell anyone…I just decided now was as good a time as any to get away.
Chapter 9
When I got to the cabin in
Lake Tahoe…It was beautiful…it had been raining all week…and as soon as I
stepped out of my rental I could smell the rain and feel it engulf me…I got
into the cabin and opened all the windows…then went out and sat on the porch.
Meanwhile, Back in
Michigan…Mark knocked on Alexandria’s hotel room door and when she didn’t
answer he called down to the front desk and they told him Lexy had checked out
night before…Mark called Vince and asked if he’d seen Lexy anywhere…which is
when Vince informed Mark Lexy had gone from for a week.
Mark made a few calls…one
was to Titan towers where he got the address of Alexandria’s place in Lake
Tahoe. Mark booked the first flight
out. And when he got to Tahoe he rented
a SUV and drove up to the cabins and found the one marked 125…he got out and
went up and checked the front door and it was locked…he looked in the small
window by the door and saw completely through to the back porch where he saw
Lexy leaning against the porch railing enjoying the rain as he fell in gallons…
Mark walked around to the
back porch.
I heard someone walk up on
the porch and knew someone was standing behind me…I said, “So you found me
Mark.” Mark laughed and said, “How did
you know it was me?” I said, “You’re
boots give you away every time.” Mark
put his hands on my shoulders and said, “Why didn’t you tell me you was
leaving?” I said, “Because I just wanted
to leave for a week…and come back feeling better then what I left.”
Mark’s hand slid down my
arms and around my waist pulling my back tight against his chest…He brought his
mouth down closer to my ear and said, “I think you should tell me the real
reason you keep running from me…I think you know the kind of attraction I have
for you…and I’ll be honest…no one has done this to my body since my wife
died…when you touched the back of my thigh…it made my senses go crazy…I was
reeling from just on little touch of your hand.
So why are we playing hide and seek?”
I said, “Believe me Mark
if you knew the truth, you wouldn’t wanna be with me…hell you wouldn’t even
wanna know me…I barely wanna be myself…”
Mark turned me around in his arms and said, “Oh yea?…Try me.”
I said, “My name is
Alexandria Michaels…formerly Alexandria Shears.
I was married to Spencer Michaels for 5 years, the former owner of the
Oakland Raiders…My father is Neil Shears…he’s a trainer for NFL football players. Spencer and Neil were best friends and would
gamble together…Spencer help my dad with loan sharks and also treated me like
an uncle…he watched me grow up…all the time waiting for me to be the perfect
age.”
Mark watched as I walked
over to the railing again…Mark said, “The perfect age to what?”
I said, “The perfect age to marry and have children.” Mark said, “But Lexy you’re 22…if you was
married to him for 5 years you was…”
Mark trailed off…
I turned back around to
face Mark and said, “Yea…I was 17 when I was sold to Spencer Michaels for
35,000 dollars. My father packed my
suitcase and walked my 17 year old body over to Spencer’s mansion…Spencer
opened the door, took my suitcase, handed my father a check and pulled me into
the huge house, I was forced to marry him a few hours later and live in hell
for the next 5 years.”
The look on Mark’s face
was hard to read. I took a deep breath
and continued, “Spencer had a bad habit of going out and getting drunk once a
month…coming home and raping me…beating the shit out of me if I talked back…I
actually fought back once and he beat me just as bad and raped me all night
long. He was trying to get me pregnant…I
protected myself as much as I possibly could…I couldn’t let him get me
pregnant…I wasn’t about to bring children into that home…it wasn’t even a home
it was a prison…After 5 years I just couldn’t take it anymore…I felt my sanity
slipping from me…”
Chapter 10
Mark walked over and said,
“Alex what did you do?”
I said, “Don’t call me
Alex…that what he called me. I despise that
pet name. I hate it more then anything…I
hated him more then anything…No one knew we were married…we never had guests,
family or friends over either…it was always just me and him…we didn’t have a
marriage certificate or a licenses…cause I wasn’t old enough to get married
Spencer paid a priest under the table 10 grand to marry us. No one knew about me.”
Mark grabbed my shoulders
and said, “Alexandria, what did you do?”
I couldn’t help but laugh
at the thought of Spencer being dead.
I said, “I couldn’t take
it anymore…5 years of monthly beatings and rapings…and trying to make sure I
wasn’t pregnant from that animal…it all got to me…Spencer left that night…went
into town…he got plastered…I hid a knife under the pillows of our bed…and 2, 5
gallon gas cans in my closet…I packed all my stuff and after he left…a friend
of mine came over and took all my stuff and brought it up here…Then I waited.”
Mark said, “You killed him
didn’t you?”
I said,
“Killed…no…protected myself…yes. He came
home, 3 am right on time, screeching my name from the top of his lungs…ALEX!…I
ran down the stairs and as soon as I was in his sight, he back handed me across
the floor…I started to get up but he came over and kicked me back down. He ripped his shirt from his body…and as I
started to get up again he threw me over his shoulder and stomped off up the
stairs. He threw me on the bed, pushed
my night gown up and ripped my panties off, got on top of my forced my legs
apart and invaded my body…it hurt so bad…”
I started to have tears
slide down my cheeks…I continued, “I started acting like I was enjoying him
raping me…and I rolled us over and I grabbed the knife and cut his throat…he
was dead within seconds…But I knew I could never just leave him there…not like that
someone would notice he was missing and go looking for him and find him…so…I
left him in the middle of the bed, and poured gas all over the bed and then
made a gasoline trail down the stairs out the door…and lit a match…I watched
the house burn to the ground and any evidence that I was his prisoner had been
removed…then walked in the rain for 6 hours before you found me…”
I wiped my eyes and ran my
hand through my hair and said, “When I woke up 3 days later…I was in a
hospital, with a nurse telling me that some guy who should be my knight in
shining armor saved me from freezing to death…and all he left was a sweatshirt
and a request that the hospital bill be sent to him…I tried to find out who you
was for 5 weeks, while I looked for a job to start my life over again…They gave
me the sweat shirt but refused to give me your name…I wanted to call and say
thank you for helping a stranger…you just didn’t realize how much you saved me
that night.”
Mark said, “I have a
pretty good idea…I can’t believe a father would sell his 17 year old daughter
for 35 grand…that’s not being a father…that being a pimp or a God damn sales
clerk…How could your own father do that to you?” I said, “I don’t know…but if you ever find
out, could you let me know please…I’ve been trying to learn that secret for 5
years.”
We were quiet for about 15
minutes…I watched as the rain came down…I said, “So now you know my dirty
little secret…wanna run screaming from Tahoe?”
Mark said, “No…Cause I don’t blame you for doing it…you did what you had
to do to survive life with that animal…What about the cops or whatever…aren’t
they curious about the fire?” I said,
“No…I read the paper the morning I woke up and…they think he fell asleep in bed
smoking.”
I stood there for a minute
and said, “You know something funny?”
Mark said, “What?”
I walked down the steps
into the rain letting it soak me from head to toe and said, “After everything
I’ve been through all I wanted to be was free…and I didn’t realize how free I
was…until just know…after telling you the whole story…and going over it
completely with you and in my mind…I just realize…the next time I go
home…Spencer won’t be there. And I love
it…I hated that man more then anything in my life…I’m glad he’s dead.”
Chapter 11
Mark watched as Alexandria
twirled around in the rain…she was soaked from head to toe…
Mark walked off the porch
and over to me…and said, “C’mon you’re gonna get sick if you stay out
here.” I smiled and said, “I love the
rain…the smell invades my body…and I feel like it makes me free.” Mark leaned down and brushed his lips against
mine and said, “Free or not, if you stay out here much longer you’re gonna
catch pneumonia.” I said, “Okay.”
Mark leaned down and
lifted me into his arms…he was so warm I snuggled against his chest and he held
me tight. Mark carried me inside and
upstairs to the bed room…Mark planted me on my feet in front of him…and sat
down on the bed…I moved over and sat straddled on his lap…Mark captured my lips
with his…I reached out and caught his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down
a little and then ran my tongue across it to soothe it…
Mark’s hands were on my
butt pulling me closer to him…and his hands started sliding up my shirt and he
cupped my naked breasts in his hands…as soon as the flesh on his hand touched
me, my nipples hardened…he tweaked my nipples a little and applied a little
pressure, making me arch my back and push his hands against my breasts harder…a
moan escaped my mouth…as Mark deepened the kiss…his tongue plundered my mouth
caressing every inch of the warm recesses of my tongue and mouth.
Mark laid back taking my
body with him…he rolled me off and laid half on me kissing my neck, throat,
collar bone, shoulders…Mark’s warm hand started on my stomach and then slowly
went down and un buttoned my jeans and unzipped them…I could feel his erection
pressing against the side of my thigh.
Mark’s hand slid into my jeans, under the elastic of my panties and he
brushed against my clit with his long finger…Mark slowly slid his finger into
my soaking wet core.
Mark said, “God you’re so
warm, wet, and tight baby…” I kissed
Mark’s neck up to his ear and said, “Mark, make love to me…please.” Mark pulled away and looked deep into my eyes
and said, “Are you sure?” I was chewing
on my bottom lip and nodded yes. Mark
smirked and said, “How would you like it?”
I quirked an eye brow at
Mark and pulled his hand from inside my jeans and said, “I want you to make
love to me with your fingers.” I sucked
his finger into my mouth tasting myself on him… “And I want you to make love to
me with your tongue.” I sucked his
tongue into my mouth…letting him taste my own essence on my tongue…Mark
groaned…MY hand slid down and stroked his cock through his jeans and I said,
“And I want you to make love to me with your cock.”
Mark got up and as Lexy
sat up Mark pulled her shirt from my body…and then slowly eased her jeans over
her hips, down her long legs and off…Mark hooked his fingers into her panties and
slowly slide them down her legs and threw them off to the side.
Mark knelt down on the
floor and ran his hands up my legs and said, “Spread your legs baby, I wanna
see that pretty pussy of yours.” I
swallowed hard…
Mmmm…Gotta love the pillow
talk.
Chapter 12
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It ticks just like a
Timex,
It never lets up on you.
Who said life was easy?
The job is never through.
It'll run us till we're ragged;
It'll harden our hearts.
And love could use a day of rest,
Before we both start falling apart.
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Lexy slowly spread her
legs…Mark started at the bottom and ran his tongue and lips up both legs…and
nipped the insides of her thighs…Mark ran his tongue up the length of her
slit…Groaning at the taste of her…she smell was intoxication and the taste was
better then anything in the world…Mark started running his tongue around her
clit and she started squirming around on the bed…
Mark brought his hand up
and put it on my hips to steady me…and he slowly started sliding 2 fingers in
and out of my core as his tongue was circling my clit…I could feel my body
absolutely responding to EVERYTHING he did to me…His ministrations were making
my senses reel…my whole body was tingling from head to toe…I knew it wouldn’t be
long…
In between licks Mark
said, “C’mon Lexy…Cum for me baby…I need to taste you girl…I need you to cum
for me…please…you’re pussy tastes so good…but I wanna taste your cum
baby…c’mon.”
I felt him add a 3rd
finger…and I slowly started breathing heavier and started out moaning and ended
screaming out Mark’s name as my orgasm wash over my body…Mark licked me
completely dry…he licked up every ounce my body gave to him.
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Pray that it's raining on
Sunday,
Stormin' like crazy.
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon.
Baby, whatever comes on Monday,
Can take care of itself,
'Cause we got better things that we can do,
When it's raining on Sunday.
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Mark crawled up my body
and I pulled him down to me and kissed him with a fevered pitch…Mark pulled
away and stood up…he slowly got rid of shoes, socks, shirt…and his jeans…
I said, “Commando…” Mark smirked and said, “The only way to
go.” I giggled a little and Mark got back
on the bed and slipped between my thighs…Mark pulled my knees up a little, and
slowly entered me…I moaned from the pleasure filling my body.
Mark said, “I’m not
hurting you am I?” I said, “No…it feels
wonderful…Please don’t stop.” Mark set a
pace and was going nice and slow…Making sure my whole body felt every move he
made inside of me…Mark grabbed my hips and rolled us over…he said, “Ride
me…”
I started rolling my hips
slowly and moving up and down…My hands slid down his arms to his hands and we
laced our fingers together…and Mark just let me go at my own pace…he wasn’t
going to rush me.
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Your love is like
religion,
A cross in Mexico.
And your kiss is like the innocence,
Of a prayer nailed to a door.
Oh, surrender is much sweeter,
When we both let it go.
Let the water wash our bodies clean,
And love wash our souls.
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I arched my back forward
and my head back and my hair went down and covered his thighs…My hands on his
6-pak, helping myself move up and down his shaft inside of me…I could feel him
clenching his ab muscles…I leaned over and kissed his lips so softly…and Mark
slid his arms around to my back and said, “You ready to go a little faster
baby.”
I moaned a little and
said, “Yes…please.” Mark grabbed my hips
and we rolled over again as Mark pushed my knees nearly into my chest and
started stroking deeper into me…his thumb went down and started rubbing my
clit…Mark said, “God Baby you look so sexy with my cock buried deep inside of
your pussy…You’re so tight baby…” Mark
picked up the pace and started going faster and harder…I felt like I couldn’t
catch my breath…
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An' pray that it's raining
on Sunday,
Stormin' like crazy.
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon.
Baby, whatever comes on Monday,
Can take care of itself,
'Cause we got better things that we can do,
When it's raining on Sunday.
Instrumental break.
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Mark was literally
pounding into me…my hips were thrusting up to meet his as Mark pistoned into me
like a drill…I almost couldn’t get enough…I started moaning out my orgasm…
‘Mmmmmmmmmmm Mmm God
MARK!”
Mark thrusted into me a
few more times before burying himself to the hilt and growling out my name as I
felt him explode deep inside of my core…
Mark pulled out and
collapsed on the bed next to me…he gathered me into his arms and kissed my lips
gentle and we slowly fell asleep.
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An' pray that it's raining
on Sunday,
Stormin' like crazy.
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon.
Baby, whatever comes on Monday,
Can take care of itself,
'Cause we got better things that we can do,
When it's raining on Sunday.
Oh, when it's raining on Sunday.
When it's raining on Sunday.
Let it rain.
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Chapter 13
The next morning I woke up
with Mark’s arms around me…I looked down and couldn’t help but absent mindedly
trace his tattoos with my finger tips on his forearms…My back still tight
against his chest…
Mark started coming to
life…and I could hear it still raining outside.
Mark’s hands started
running across my stomach…smoothing my skin…his thumbs ran under my breasts and
I felt my nipples instantly harden…the delicious ache between my thighs was
still there…but I could feel my pussy coming to life as it tingled and started
getting wet…Mark hands slid up and cupped my breasts letting my nipples slide
between his fingers and applying enough pressure to make me moan and make me
rub my ass back against his ever presently growing hard on.
I felt his cock twitch
against the bottom of my ass and backs of the tops of my thighs…My hand slid
back and I started stroke Mark…being pretty gentle at first and then making it
a little harder…I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing in my hand…
Mark’s hand slid down my
body and his finger slipped inside my wet slit and he started stroking my clit
to the same rhythm as I was stroking his cock…Mark finally had enough , and
pushed me forward a little and then lifted my leg ever so slightly as he pushed
his erection into my soaking core…
Mark kept me on my side as
he lifted my leg and moved over to hold himself above my side and slowly
started thrusting into me…at that angle he was trying to get into me as deep as
he could…I felt like a pretzel…but a pretzel who was getting the best fuck
ever…
Mark started taking the
pace faster and harder…I couldn’t help but reach up and hold on to him…Mark
slid his hand down and started rubbing my clit…I was near insanity…Mark said,
“Tell me you want to cum…tell me…if you just tell me right now I’ll make you
cum.”
It felt so good…Mark
kissed my neck and ear and whispered in my ear, “C’mon baby, tell me you want
to cum…don’t make me make you insane…just ell me to make you cum and I will.” I
couldn’t take it anymore and finally said, “Mark…Please…make me cum.” He said, “That’s all I needed to hear baby.”
His lips ravaged mine…as
his cock ravaged my pussy…before long I was cumming in waves…Mark rode out my
orgasm…as soon as he felt my walls milking him, Mark thrusted into me a few
more time and started emptying himself into me…
Mark laid down in front of
me…and kissed my lips so softly…he said, “I love you Lexy.” I looked in his eyes and knew he was telling the
truth and I said, “I love you too Mark.”
We laid in bed for a
little while longer and then Mark watched as my naked form retreated to the
bathroom and I said, “What are you waiting for…C’mon…we both need to get a
shower…might as well have one together.”
Mark got in the shower
and I slipped into the shower behind
him…I ran my hands from the top of his expansive back, down his lumbar and
cupped his beautifully sculpted bottom…
Mark’s husky voice said, “See anything you like?”
I said, “There’s potential
there for all of it.”
He chuckled a little…I
stepped up closer and pushed my breasts into his back as I slid my hands around
to the front of his body…and started with his well muscled chest and ran my
fingers and hands down his chest, letting his pebble nipples slide between my
fingers…to his 6-pak…
I felt him suck in a breath as my hands started at the front of his hips and
ran down his beautiful thighs…while my thumbs slid down his now huge
erection…his cock was twitching and pulsating…
Mark finally had to brace himself against the shower wall in front of him…with
my ear against his back I could hear how erratic his breathing was getting.
Mark grabbed Alexandria and switched positions, putting her under the water,
facing away from him…He watched as the water slid and splashed all down her
body…
As his hands followed the same pattern as hers did on his body…From the top of
her back, down her lumbar…as he cupped her sweet ass...Then he pulled her back
away from the water, as his arms wrapped around her and his hands followed the
same pattern as hers again…he cupped her breasts letting her nipples slide
between his fingers and watched as they hardened even more then they were
before…then his hands went down across her very tight stomach and then down to
the front of her hips, to the insides of her thighs as he let his hand cover
her hairless mound.
Mark got closer to her ear and in a low voice said, “Spread your legs for me a
little baby.”
Alexandria complied and Mark slid one long finger into her slit and then inside
of her…she whimpered a little…as Mark pulled his finger from her body and
sucked it into his mouth.
Mark said, “Damn…I think it’s time to get out of the shower.” I giggled and said, “I couldn’t agree
more.”
Chapter 14
We got out and dried
off…we walked back into the bedroom and Mark pulled me into his arms, and gave
me a long lingering kiss…I was feeling pretty mischievous so I pushed Mark back
into a sitting position on the bed I smiled and slowly let my body slide down
his as I went to my knees and pushed Mark back a little as I removed the towel
from his body. I took it in my hands and
slowly licked around the tip…
Mark let out a little
groan…I smiled up at him and said, “Feel good baby?” Mark said, “God yes…” I said, “Relax…I ain’t done yet.” I ran my tongue up the length of his erection
and slowly slid the head in my mouth…coating it with my warm saliva…I began to
slowly slide the rest of him into my mouth…all I could think was… ‘Thank God I
don’t have gag reflex.’…
As soon as he was all the
way in my mouth I sucked just a little and emitted a deep groan from the back
of Mark’s throat. I started picking up
the pace while I sucked and slid him in and out of my mouth…
Mark said, “Jesus Christ,
Alexandria…It feels so good.” I said,
“Good…as long as my baby is happy.” Mark
growled a little and said, “I’m not the only one whose gonna be happy
tonight.” I smirked as I started pumping
and sucking Mark harder…
Mark was writhing…he was
trying to hold on to the tingly sensation that was jetting through his body…I
could feel Mark’s boys tighten…he was so close to release…to top it all off…I
slowly ran my teeth up the length of him…and it was pretty much his undoing…
Mark said, “Oh
God…Alexandria…you’re gonna make me cum.”
I said, “So do it.” I plunged him
all the way back in my mouth and Felt his seed explode into my VERY willing
mouth…I swallowed every drop as Mark fell back against the bed spread out…
Mark sat up, as I stood
up…he looked over at me and I smirked as I wiped the corners of my mouth…Mark
couldn’t say a thing but laugh. He
grabbed me and pulled me on top of him as he laid back against the bed again…He
kissed my lips so softly and said, “I think…it’s your turn.”
Mark moved down my body
and disposed of my towel. Then he
grabbed my thighs and pulled my down until my ass was on the edge of the
bed…and he hung my legs over his huge shoulders…wow haven’t found myself in
this predicament since the last time me and Mark made love…which was about what
3 seconds ago.
It felt weird to be like
this with him…but in the same sense if felt wonderful. Mark pulled my slit open and saw exactly what
kind of effect he was having on my body, he started blowing his warm breath on
my throbbing clit…
I was not above begging…
I said,
“Mark…please…” I did a full body shiver
as Mark’s finger light brushed against my clit and VERY present wet
center. Mark knew it wouldn’t take him
long to get me to cum…and now that he knew that…he couldn’t wait…he dove in
tongue first lapping at my sensitive clit…as he thrusted not 1, not 2, but 3…of
his huge fingers inside of me…to keep my hips from bucking he held my hips down
with his free arm.
I had my fist clenched
onto the sheets of the bed…and he grabbed my other hand and laced our fingers
together…as he picked up the pace…he was coming at me fast and furiously…just
like the movie…I finally couldn’t hold on anymore…I let my orgasm rip through
my body…as I moan out, “Oh god Mmmm Mmmmmmmmmmmmark.” Mark let his fingers ride me all the way
through my orgasm…
As Mark helped clean me
up…he sat on the bed licking his fingers like he just ate some BQ
chicken…LORD…my senses were reeling…but I loved every minute of it. We laid in the bed stealing kisses for the
rest of the night…
Chapter 15
At the end of the week…we
went back and rejoined the tour…
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You stand before me
Now we stare eye to eye
Before another second ticks away
One of us will die
You reach for your medal as I reach for mine
The sound of bullets flying through the air is followed by a cry
And the cry...
What will we do,
What will we say
When it’s the end of this
game that we play
When we crumble into the dust, my friend
Although we start this game over again
It’s coming back to me
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We got back into the swing
of things…and often found ourselves sneaking away together on Mark’s bikes…
We never wanted to be in
one spot for too long.
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This young man lies alone
dead fast into the ground
The sound of fleeing feet
And the crying eye will be
his last sound, yeah
But do we gain from all this?
Now, was it worth a life? no
We throw all of our hopes away
And set our dreams aside
Now we’re crying
What will we do
What will we say
When it’s the end of this
game that we play
When we crumble into the dust, my friend
Although we start this game over again
It’s coming back to me
It’s coming back to me
It’s coming back to me
It’s coming back to me
It’s coming back to me
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We knew we were perfect
for each other on so many different levels…
We completed each other…
We knew we were each
others soul mates…
What we didn’t tell any
one was that we’d secretly gotten married…we knew after that whole week
together the dangerous game was over…
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What will we do
What will we say
When it’s the end of this
game that we play
When we crumble into the dust, my friend
Although we start this game over again
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The End