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Authors: D. Cristiana

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“Why?”

“Why you? Because I liked your honesty. I saw myself in you. It felt like kismet. I took a chance.”

“How much would your girl have cost?”

“About a grand U.S. currency.”

Marguerite gasped. “You mean you could’ve bought a whole city of girls for what you’ve paid me?”

He shrugged.

“That’s. . .it’s. . .wow. . .”

“Profane?”

“Yes!” Marguerite couldn’t wrap her mind around it. “Very much so.”

“Do you think me a pig now?”

“Of course not.” She shook her head adamantly. “Besides, how can I think you a pig since I sold myself to you?”

Marcus brushed his hair back from his forehead. “I appreciate your fair-mindedness. It’s a rare trait to come across.”

His praise warmed her insides. Marguerite scooted further back on the bed. “I have to say I’m feeling like I took advantage of you, Marcus.”

“How is that possible when I set the terms?”

“One girl instead of 50,000? How can I not feel like you’re getting the worst end of the bargain?”

Marcus’ eyes glittered. “Because I don’t regret it all, Marguerite.”

***

Present day

Ecstasy dangled her over the delicious abyss as she straddled his face. Marguerite rested one hand on her undulating stomach and the other on his soft hair. Marcus’ mouth covered her completely. His tongue lashed her, jabbing deep inside her gaping slit before stroking her hungry clit.

Marguerite looked down to watch him worship her naked pussy. His ravenous moans outstripped hers. Two fingers plunged in and out of her ass, keeping her primed and ready for him.

“Come, baby. Come on my mouth. Let me taste your sweetness, baby.”

Impatient to make her break apart, Marcus used his free hand to spread her open. He scraped his teeth across her clit before pursing his lips and sucking her hard.

Marguerite bucked. She hissed his name, hips helplessly grinding against his mouth. She was so close. Marcus’ gaze locked on hers.

“Come. Now.”

She convulsed. Cry after rapturous cry filled the room. Marguerite’s body existed in a glorious space where gratification reigned supreme and Marcus was pleasure incarnate.

He gave her one, last languorous lick. “Good girl.”

***

Two years prior

“Are you going to watch me all the time? Even when I go to the bathroom or take a bath?”

“No!” Marcus waved both hands while shaking his head. “The cameras are mainly for security. I’ve programmed the monitoring to be based on body heat for those rooms. Meaning if it registers more than just you, then it’ll kick on and digitally record what’s happening.”

“You think I’m going to invite some strapping young Russian guy in for a little fooling around when you’re not here?”

Marcus’ easy grin vanished. He set his fork and knife down. “We’ve already gone over that. I expect you to keep your word.”

This time Marguerite blushed. “My word is my bond. I wouldn’t do that normally much less when you’re paying me to stay here. I’m sorry for suggesting otherwise.” She gulped down her wine to avoid meeting his penetrating stare. Marguerite found courage to look at him anyway.

“I believe you. Anyway, good luck coming across a strapping young Russian guy out here. We’re at least 50 kilometers from the nearest house.” Marcus smiled, calm and clear as a cloudless sky. “It’s a safety precaution.”

“Safety.” The wineglass made a soft
thud.
“The distance or the cameras?”

“Both.”

“You mean someone might come here looking for you? Someone bad?”

“I’ve never had it happen but fortune favors the prepared. Which reminds me. . .have you ever shot a gun before?”

“No.”

“You will tomorrow.”

She gripped her tableware, letting them hover uselessly over her half-eaten steak. “Marcus?”

“Yes, Marguerite?”

“Don’t you think this was a vital detail you should’ve shared with me before we got on that plane?”

“Assassin. I thought it was self-explanatory.”

“True.” Marguerite set her utensils down. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Seller beware, right?”

Marcus reached out and patted her hand. “Baby, is your safety really any more guaranteed back in the States? At least here you’ll have a fighting chance along with the best security system money can buy. It will alert you if there are any intruders on the property. There are even several panic rooms with enough weapons and supplies to last you until I come and exterminate anyone who dares to try to harm you.”

“Where? This cabin isn’t that much bigger than a small ranch home. And that was sweet, by the way.”

“They’re under the ground. I’ll show you the tunnels after dinner. And you’re welcome, by the way.” Marcus lifted a half-empty bowl. “More potatoes, Marguerite? They’re really quite tasty.”

***

Present day

“Wider.”

Marguerite reached behind her and pulled herself open.

“Yes, just like that.” Marcus pressed his cock against her tight rosette. “I want you to keep your ass open for me, baby. Make it easy for me to pound you.”

She sighed as he pushed a few inches of his hard length inside before withdrawing. Marcus repeated the teasing action again and again. Marguerite wiggled back, trying to force more of his delightful cock into her.

“Do you want it all?” Marcus squeezed her hips and pulled her towards him.

“Yes! I want it hard and fast now. Please, please, please!”

“Anything to make you happy, baby.”

The pillow cushioned Marguerite’s guttural groan as he sank deep inside her unresisting body. Marcus possessed her completely. His hips slapped against Marguerite’s, making her tremble and moan in time with each eager thrust. He made her feel so incredibly good she wondered if it was possible to die from pleasure.

Marcus wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled Marguerite up against him. “I love you, baby. I love every piece of you. . .every part. . .every thought. . .everything that makes you Marguerite.”

Extraneous thoughts halted. They both existed at the edge of a world where the past faded and the future never came.

“I love you, Marcus. God, I love you!”

Marcus turned her head so he could kiss her. Marguerite swallowed his drawn-out cry as he exploded inside her.

***

One year prior

True to his word, Marcus had taught her how to shoot a gun. How to monitor the alarms. How to get to the tunnels. How to lock herself in the panic room. How to send him an alert.

Marguerite was an excellent pupil as she prepared for a mini-invasion that never came. Perhaps that was why she was completely unprepared for the bloodless assault on her heart.

They rarely spoke of him “delivering packages” for clients. Once she asked Marcus if he worked for the government. He paused in the middle of chopping wood and answered, “A government. Not one you’d ever find in the history books though they’ve been around since the beginning of history.”

Marguerite thoroughly enjoyed her new wardrobe. His library made room to include her favorite books. His media collection expanded to reflect her eclectic tastes. An abundant pantry and storage freezer ensured she’d never go hungry. Stacks of beautifully crafted journals, a laptop, and a typewriter guaranteed her mind would have an outlet. Anything she wanted he provided.

Cut off from the known world, she dissected her previous life and still found it empty and as gray as her last name. Maybe it was her parents’ fault for being so self-involved in their anger and pain they could never see hers. Maybe it was her fault for never having the courage to say what she really thought. Maybe it didn’t matter anymore because maybe,
just maybe
, they were instrumental in making her able to love a man like Marcus and the life that came with him.

Glorious silence was her cherished companion. Loneliness never entered Marguerite’s space. She loved her life in the beautiful, modernized
izba
Marcus built for sanctuary. Marguerite spent much of her time outside, communing with nature and for the first time feeling like she was part of something greater than herself.

The monitor showed a dirty SUV coming up the winding road. She smiled. It had been nine weeks since she saw him last but she had a feeling he’d come today. The system showed Marcus was alone and safe. Marguerite’s thighs clenched together as she imagined the next few hours. She got up from the desk and puttered around the roomy cabin, making sure it was presentable and welcoming.

Marguerite was standing by the fireplace when he opened the door. Marcus’ eyes were as candy-green as ever, bright and beautiful in a way that never failed to fascinate her. Sometimes she wondered if he truly was at peace with his career choice as he appeared to be.

Maybe one day in the future he wouldn’t come back.

Maybe one day in the future he’d decide it was time for her to go back.

Maybe one day it would matter enough to pick away at her serenity.

The only day that mattered was today.

“Have you decided?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes. I want to extend our arrangement for another year.”

Marcus walked to her and enfolded Marguerite in his arms. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Happy anniversary, Marcus.” She kissed him gently. “Welcome home.”

***

Present day

Their limbs fit together perfectly. Marcus lay behind Marguerite, occasionally kissing the back of her neck.

“Have you giving more thought to painting?”

“I have. I still think I’d suck at it.”

“But you’re so meticulous, Marcus. That level of detail has to translate to art.”

“Maybe if you’d agree to be my nude model I’d be inspired to try.”

Marguerite wiggled her tender backside against him. “You pig.”

“Oink!” Marcus played with her hair. “I liked your silver dress tonight.”

“Did you now?” She turned around to face him. Her feline smile bespoke of pride.

“Yes. I’m glad you never got rid of the other clothes. They look sexy on you.”

Marguerite pecked him on the mouth before admitting, “Well, I think it’s kind of fun to imagine being your little love slave.”

“Imagine only? You don’t usually think of yourself as my love slave? I’m crushed!”

She laughed, happy in the moment, and eternally grateful for spontaneously deciding to get a drink at Lena’s Bar instead of Chinese.

About D. Cristiana

D. Cristiana explores the darker side of committed relationships. The settings and situations may be unconventional and the desires corrupt, but she’s a firm believer in happy-for-that-particular-couple-endings.

 

 

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