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“Ok, I’m so sorry.”  I know I must look sheepish as I follow behind him with my head down.

“Sorry?  Are you kidding me?  I made you squirt, love, that is amazing!”

I raise my eyes to him and a slow naughty smile spreads across my face.  “Yeah, that is pretty cool, huh?”

He laughs and pulls me to him and I can’t stop the giggles bubbling up from me.  My body is still highly sensitive from the intensity of what it just went through so my giggles turn into hysterical laughter as the tears begin to roll down my face. Everything I’m feeling seems to be intensified, my satisfaction turns to extreme joy just like that and I can’t control my laughter, just like I couldn’t control my orgasm and my bodily functions.  Marco continues to hold me, his hand stroking my body, soothing me, smiling and chuckling but I think he understands what I’m experiencing so he’s continuing to keep me grounded. I have a feeling that my laughter could turn into sobs like flipping a switch, I can feel the desire to sob tugging at me but I haven’t crossed over that emotional line yet.  I get a grip on myself as the laughter subsides and I take a couple of deep breaths.

“Whew.”  I shake my head a little to clear it.

Marco pulls back a little and looks into my face.

“Better, baby?”  He’s smiling but he’s so sincere.

“Yes, much, I think I won’t turn into a blubbering mess anymore.  Wow!”

He laughs softly, “You’re a beautiful blubbering mess and I’m going to turn you into one every chance I get.”

When I finish in the bathroom and come back to bed he’s changed the comforter and set a bottle of water down on the nightstand for me.  I slide in and wrap my body around his naked warmth.  I don’t have the energy to do anything else so my body just melts into his. 

“Lay down, baby, and rest.” 

I don’t’ argue with him.  I’m feeling completely spent and wonderfully and thoroughly fucked beyond satisfaction and I wonder if there’s a contented smile on my face.

Through my foggy mind, sleep is already coming to tuck me in, I hear Marco saying something to me.

“I’ve got to meet Brian in the morning, baby, I’ll be home as quick as I can.”

I try to answer him although I’m not sure my reply is intelligible.

Before my head hit the pillow I was already sleeping.

Chapter 13

Marco

“Brian, you spoke with him at the party the other night?” 

We’re sitting outside at Port City Java in Porters Neck.  With the information that Brian believes he has, we thought it was best to meet somewhere out of the way where there wouldn’t be any crowds or anyone who would want to eavesdrop on our conversation. 

“Yes, he and my dad are old friends.  He came up to me and asked me about you.  When he did that I thought that was a little odd, even though you are the wonderboy of the moment.”

“And you’re sure what he told you is valid?”

“He’s the fucking mayor, Marco, of course it’s valid!”  Brian shakes his head laughing at my question.

“I know he’s the mayor, I just want to make sure that he doesn’t have his dick in a knot about someone and is dragging me in it to do his dirty work.”

Brian leans closer resting his arms on the table.

“I get where you’re coming from but these boys used to go fishing together at the local watering hole growing up.  It’s good between them, I have no doubt he’s not blowing anything out of proportion in order to get a leg up in his political career.” 

“You’re right.  Now it’s all a power trip, who can scale that ladder first using these guys as their players.  It’s obviously me against them.  The teams are starting to form and the players are starting to come out on the field.  It’s time to play ball, Brian, they are so fucked, I don’t give a shit who it is, they are going down.”

I have not felt so much anger and betrayal in a very long time, but I think the betrayal is the worst.  Power is one thing, loyalty and honor is something entirely different.

“I’m calling our first player to come and join us,” I say as I take out my wallet to call the councilman.

Elizabeth

What a beautiful morning, I can’t remember feeling so happy before I’ve even woken up.  I roll over to squeeze Marco but I find the bed is empty…again.  What was it that he told me last night as I was falling asleep?  I bury my face in his the pillow and hug it close to me, breathing him in deeply.  He smells so good and his scent is stirring feelings inside of me making me moan out loud.  I feel like Scrooge when he woke up Christmas morning, the elation I feel is almost bursting from me that I laugh out loud with it.  It’s amazing what incredible sex can do for a person, huh?

Releasing the Marco imposter I’m clutching to me, I head to the bathroom.   I’m so happy today I could kiss that homeless woman that shows up in the mirror sometimes.

“It’s even nice to see YOU this morning!  Muuaaaaahh!” I greet my friend in the mirror, laughing at myself and this picture.  I don’t care, life is beautiful.

I clean myself up and use the bathroom.  As I’m sitting on the commode I look down at my clit as I hold myself open.  ‘You are a powerful little thing, aren’t you?’ I think.  What the hell is wrong with me?  One orgasm, no, it was a constant-fucking-earth-shattering-mind-blowing-only-written-in-books-orgasm-and-Marco-gave-it-to-me, and I’m turning into Snow White talking to all kinds of crazy things?  I want to feel him close, have him on my skin, so I decide to go in the closet and find the next best thing, one of his shirts, I might just take it hostage and bring it home with me so I can curl up with him whenever I want.

When I get to the kitchen I realize I’m alone in the condo.  Then I remember again that Marco said something last night as I was falling asleep but I can’t remember what that was.  Looking around I see a note sitting on top of my tea cup.

Good morning my sexy thing, I’m meeting with Brian this morning, be home as soon as I can.  M

My first note from Marco, I feel like a kid, I want to hug myself,

Taking my tea I step around the counter and wonder what I can do while I’m waiting for him.  Maybe I can help him find a place to hang my portrait.  I am speechless at the me that Marco captured in it, that woman is a siren, a stunning passionate woman oozing desire for her lover.  And that woman is me and her lover is Marco.  Anyone woman would be passionate about Marco but I still can’t get over that I could look that…so beautiful.

Entering his office I set my cup down on his Grandfather’s antique desk then I go into the large walk-in closet to look for it.  This closet is practically empty, it just has some things that Marco hasn’t unpacked yet and some other things he has taken out of boxes but hasn’t found a home for in the condo yet.  There’s my portrait sitting close to the front propped up against the wall on the floor.  I glance around to see what other things he’s got in here, taking this opportunity to get a glimpse of the Marco before me, to see this man possibly a little bit differently.  Maybe I’ll find some things from his childhood, and an image of a ten year old Marco comes to mind, and why I think of this I have no idea, but he’s in the front of the pack of his friends throwing stones at an old abandoned house and they get caught, so the bunch of them have to haul ass.  What a naughty bunch of boys he and his friends used to be.

A box of identical size portraits catches my eye in the corner facing the wall.  I wonder if they’re family portraits.  Why did Marco need things to hang on his wall if he has some right here?  I walk over to them and pull one out.

Holy!

Fuck!

Everything stops and I feel the bottom drop out from underneath me, there is a whooshing sound in my head as I freeze staring at the image I’m holding trying to register it.  It’s a woman tied spread eagle on a bed with nipple clamps.  She is beautiful, blonde, curvy, but what is very evident is the look of intense desire on her perfect features.  I set it down and take out another one.  Fuck!  This one is a stunning brunette also tied but on her knees and elbows and she’s blindfolded, her back is arched and her head is thrown back, her mouth is open, she’s obviously in the throes of pleasure.  I pull the rest of them out one by one.  There’s six of them in total, all of them drop dread gorgeous women, all in different but similar degrees of bondage on a bed, one has distinct red markings criss-crossing her tan flesh which I can assume were made my her Dom, Marco.  The one that really hurts though is Liana, this one makes it very real.  I knew she was beautiful but this is erotic perfection.  She is standing and naked, her arms are tied above her head hanging from a wrought iron hook, her eyes are half closed, and her mouth is slightly open.  Her skin is flushed and her lips are pink and full, as if from heated kisses from her lover, they’re slightly open beckoning to him to come and quench her hunger.  She has red markings on her pale skin, these are long and thin and a bit more pronounced.  This is so surreal, I feel like I’m experiencing this out of body, detached and removed.

I stand back and look at all of these beautiful women.  These are some of Marco’s subs.  And he took all of them.  Something tugs at my mind, I recognize something in the pictures.  I look closer at them.  That bed!  That’s Marco’s bed in all of these portraits!  The same one he’s been making love to me in. 

Six of them…then mine…me…I’m lucky number seven.

I’m just the latest sub in his little collection.

How could I be so stupid?  How can I even slightly expect to compete with these women?  I am nothing compared to them, they are erotic, sultry, beautiful and are experienced in this world.  And to think I was falling in love with him, giving him my heart, and why?  He was just using me for his pleasure, probably laughing at my naiveté, what a fool I am.  How could I ever think that I could mean anything to a man like that? I let myself be used again.

Oh, I don’t think so.  If he thinks I am just part of a collection, just a plaything, he’s got another thing coming to him.  I think I’ll show him the huge mistake
he’s
made.

I go to his bedroom dragging the box of portraits with me and I turn on his music system and blast 30 Seconds to Mars’ Bury Me and hit repeat.  It’s time to get busy, I’ve got work to do. 

Once I’m home I’m pacing the floor like a caged animal.  Alanis Morissette’s very pissed off voice is shouting You Oughta Know and I’m right there with her.  I’ve passed being hurt, confused, livid and now I’m finally calm.  I need to talk to someone about this, someone that is familiar with the other side of the story, someone who knows the needs, expectations and desires of that type of relationship.  Someone who will be honest and unbiased with me. 

I’ll call John.

I take the card out of my wallet he gave me that first day at the gym.  I take a cleansing breath before dialing, not because I’m nervous about calling him but to chase away any residual anger and pain from finding the portraits.  I want my mind to be clear and my emotions to be intact so that I can be rational.

“Hello?”  His voice is a little tentative, I guess he’s wondering if he should have answered the phone, I know I wouldn’t have if I didn’t recognize the number.

“Hi, John, it’s Elizabeth.”  Now I’m worried if I should drag him into this.  I don’t want to present this like a girl finding out about her boyfriend’s other girlfriends.  What I want is to get some understanding into a Dom/sub relationship because that’s what it looked like those portraits represented.

“Hi, Elizabeth, are you ok?  Is everything alright?”  It’s obvious my unexpected phone call has raised alarm bells in him.

“Yeah, everything is fine, John.  I was wondering if we could have lunch or something today.  I have some questions and you are the only person I trust that I think would have answers to them.”

“Of course, just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.” 

He’s a good guy, no questions, no hesitancy, I told him I needed him and he agreed even though I’m practically a stranger to him, his generosity melts any reservations I might have away.

“How about Little Dipper downtown, they have booths which could give us some privacy.  1:00 ok with you?” I ask nervously chewing on my thumb nail.

“I’ll be there.  And Elizabeth?”

“Yes?”

“I’m glad you called.”  I can hear genuine appreciation in his voice.

“Me too, John, thank you.  See you later,” I smile at him although he can’t see me.

“See you in a little bit.  Bye.” 

I believe that this is going to be an interesting lunch.

I glance at my watch, its 10:00.  I know Marco will be home soon, in fact I’m surprised he hasn’t called me yet.  As if on cue my phone beeps with a text. 

Good morning baby, are you up yet?

What do I do?  Do I act like nothing is different?  Is something different?  What’s different?  Was there a something in the first place besides a plaything?  I need to buy some time, the question first is do I answer him.

Tick tock.

What do I do?

I finally make a decision.

Yes Marco, I’m home.  Talk to you later.

Why are you home?  Is something wrong?

How much do I tell him by text, he’ll find out soon enough when he gets home, right now I need some time to sort out my thoughts and get information so that I can understand the situation more clearly.  And I can’t get unbiased information from Marco.  To be honest, I don’t know if I can face him right now after seeing those pictures and envisioning him doing those things and being with those women.  And the worse thing is I can’t help thinking there’s no way I can measure up to them.