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I wasn’t
sure how I was going to do this, it was something that she needed. I would have
given this woman the moon and the stars had it been possible. I just didn’t
know how to react to everything that she had just told me, we came from
different worlds. I’d never been around drugs,
lived
in the slums, gone to bed hungry, or any of the other fucked-up shit, I'd just
heard. I grew up the rich kid, the baseball star, the good-looking guy all the
girls wanted. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to take it all, go back in
time, and trade places with her if I could.

She didn't deserve that life. I wanted to make her forget who
she was or where she came from. I couldn't. I knew whether she would admit it
or not that it weighted her down. She wasn't this tough girl that she let her
persona show. Deep down, Ysabelle was broken. I was going to put her back
together. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I was going to make it
happen.

I pulled her into my lap, causing her to have to straddle my
legs, and kissed the skin on her chest that was bare. She looked down and held
my face in her hands with the most fucked up emotional eyes I'd ever seen.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks; I fucking loved
her.
Shit.
I loved her more than anything. This was so fucking bad; I
was thinking all sorts of thoughts, thoughts that would end up breaking Julia’s
heart. I wanted Ysabelle to truly be mine and for me to be hers. I wanted this
for real, in daily life, going to bed together, waking up together, the fights,
the makeups, the good, and bad. I wanted it all. The Future. All those thoughts
were quickly replaced with the now. Right in the moment, where the world
stopped spinning for us. Where we were an US.

            She closed her eyes and lifted her chin for me to
kiss her neck, I didn't. I pulled her lips to mine and we kissed like we were
never going to see each other again. It wasn't the drugs. I knew it wasn't the
drugs. It was us; Ysabelle and Sebastian, sharing something, sharing a
hysterical, desperate touch that warmed my blood, and soothed my soul. Ysabelle
was meant to come into my life, as I was hers. We were meant to be together,
she was my soul mate. I knew it in my heart.

“Sebastian,
stop thinking…stop thinking and just feel.” I knew she was thinking the same
thing I was, that’s how in tune we were with each other.

“Close
your eyes.” She encouraged.

I did as
I was told and I felt her tiny fingers start taking off my shirt until I felt
the air on my chest, her nails started raking up and down from my chest to my
lower abdomen. I could feel her lightly blowing air after the trails of her nails.
It felt sensual and stimulating.

 It was
mind-blowing when I felt her hand caress my dick on top of my shorts.

“You
want it, Sebastian?” She teased, I didn’t have to open my eyes to know she was
grinning.

“Tell me
what you want and I’ll do it? Huh…What’s your fantasy?”

She reached
for the sides of my shorts and lowered them to pull out my cock, the warmth of
her hands felt like nothing I had ever experienced. The movement of both her
hands going up and down my shaft in a slow torturous rhythm had me barley being
able to breathe.

“Baby, I
want your mouth on me.” I pleaded.

She
began at my balls licking and taking each one in her mouth, before she moved to
the base of my cock, taking the tip of her tongue and twirling it all around to
the top of my head. When she got there, she lightly nipped at it until she took
me into her mouth and sucked.

She
moaned the most delicious sound when she took me in completely, I wasn’t just
getting off on what she was doing to me, the movements and the noises she was
making intensified it. All of it was a sensory overload for me. I felt her ease
up and get off the lounger.

“Don’t
open your eyes.” She demanded, as she laid down the lounger to make it flat. I
heard her remove her clothing until I imagined she was naked, and I wanted to
open my eyes so fucking bad.

I felt
the lounger take a dip till her smooth thighs were on the sides of my face. I
could smell her arousal for me, as she lowered herself into my mouth. I
breathed her in until I couldn’t take it anymore, and began lapping at her
pussy. She was so wet and tasted fucking ridiculous. I wanted to eat her pussy
like it was the last thing I was ever going to taste.

When I
felt her mouth on me once again it was then that I grasped that we were in the 69
position. We had never done this before. It was exhilarating and thrilling to
be experiencing another new thing with her.

We
engulfed each other with the overwhelming techniques we were using on our most
sacred parts. Ysabelle sucked my cock like a fucking pro, it was beyond me why
I hadn’t come yet. She was taking me deep in the back of her throat with her
hand never letting up; gliding and twisting around my shaft. 

I had
never felt her clit so exposed before, I barely had to touch it and she was
withering on top of me. I took my fingers and roughly pushed them into her
pussy, within seconds she was coming all over my face.

I
couldn’t take it anymore and I needed to be inside her, her mouth felt divine,
and her pussy would feel out of this world.

“Baby,
come ride my cock.” I begged in a voice I didn’t even recognize.

She cunningly
smiled back at me before she positioned herself on top of me, facing away
instead of towards, I immediately leaned forward to make the lounger sit up.

The
sensation of Ysabelle’s pussy sliding down my shaft was ecstasy in itself.

She
rested her hands on my thighs before rolling forward and backwards with her
hips. Watching her ass bounce was fucking phenomenal. I was never a fan of anal
anything, with Ysabelle I wanted it and I wanted it bad. I played with her clit
until my fingers were soaked in her come, and then I lubed up the pucker of her
ass until she moaned in delight.

“That
feel good, Baby? You want me to play with your ass?”

I pushed
forward little by little until my first knuckle was in and then I pushed a
second finger in till my fingers easily flowed in and out. My girl loved it and
it made her pussy even fucking tighter. I reached around with my other hand and
proceeded to play with her clit.

“Your
pussy is gripping my cock, you were made for me, you know that? You are mine
Ysa, I’m never letting you go. You’re my girl.” I possessively declared.

Ysabelle
was going fucking wild with her noises and movements; I wouldn’t be surprised
if security was called. I didn’t give a shit though; watching her take pleasure
with such relinquishment was unbelievable.

“Oh my God
Sebastian, I’m going to come, come with me. Please, come with me…” She moaned.

Her hand
moved to my balls and she started tugging and pulling, and fuck if it didn’t
feel even more intense. Even though Ysabelle and I were fucking it still felt
like making love. Once her pussy constricted on my cock it allowed my fingers to
effortlessly push all the way in. Within seconds, we were both panting and
moaning until neither one of us could take it anymore. We both came hard and
together.

It was nirvana.

Words cannot describe the night
we spent together. We talked, laughed, made

love
an endless amount of times, and watched the sun come up together. It was a paradise
of everything I could have hoped and wished for, I never wanted it to end. I wanted
to stay in our little bubble we had created forever.

We spent
the rest of the weekend in bed, watching movies, football, and completely enamored
with one another. The Molly had only intensified our feelings for one another;
I hadn’t expected the effect to be that profound. When Sunday came I found
myself getting teary eyed that he was leaving me.

I knew
where he was going and why he had to leave, and I fucking hated it. I wish I
had the courage to tell him this was done because my heart was becoming overly
emotionally invested, but I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to.

            So
when he left me to return to his family, I stayed in our bed that we made love
in numerous times for the rest of the day before checking out of the hotel.
Once I went home I laid in my own bed in a bottomless depression, I couldn’t
even shower because I wanted his smell on me.

            It
was actually quite pathetic. I wanted to talk to him and text him badly, I knew
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t risk him being around his wife and I knew if she
found out it would be over. I wasn’t being naïve thinking that he would choose
me over her, and I didn’t want to have to give him a reason to.

            The
only thing I had when we weren’t together were the pictures, I had started
taking of us. I had taken several now and I loved being able to look back on
the memory, it made me feel like he was still with me.

            It
was a day later and I finally made myself take a shower; I came out into the
kitchen and nearly dropped my towel.

            “What
the hell, Madam” I said with my hand on my chest, “you scared the shit out of
me. Can’t you knock?’

            “Since
when have I ever had to knock, Bella Rosa?” She said with an edge to her tone.

            “I
don’t know…never mind. What’s up?” I questioned walking over to my fridge to
grab some water.
My hair swayed as I reached for a
bottle of water on the bottom shelf of my fridge.

            Out
of the corner of my eye I saw Madam lunge at me and I suddenly backed up, she
forcefully grabbed my arm making me stop dead in my tracks.

            “What
the fuck is that, Ysabelle?” She yelled.

            “What
are you talking about, let go of me,” I demanded, “you’re hurting me.”

            “You
let him fucking mark you!” She violently yelled.

            Shaking
my head in confusion, “What?”

            She
dragged me over to the mirror in my living room, never letting up on my arm and
effortlessly turned me to see the purple marks all over the back of my neck.

Fuck.

            I
tried pulling myself away from her and it only made her hold me harder, she was
going to bruise me. That’s not what I was worried about, the look on her face
said she was ready to kill. I was treading on thin water.

            “What
the fuck are you doing, Ysabelle? What the hell is going on?”

            “I
don’t know what you’re talking about? Nothing is going on. Let go of me.” I
urged.

            “This
is complete bullshit. You NEVER let a client mark you. You aren’t someone’s God
damn property.” She yelled, tightening her hold more.

“Really
Madam? Not even yours?” She pushed me with such force, that I fell right to the
ground on my ass. 

“You
ungrateful child.” She spewed looking at me with disgust.

“I’m not
a child.” I angrily retorted.

“Oh
really Ysabelle, then why the fuck are you acting like one? Have I taught you
nothing? You have been with infinite number of men and not ever have I had to
worry about you. I made you who you are, remember that. Where is your loyalty? You’re
going to lose it…for a fucking married man!” She irately shouted.

“You
know what your boyfriend does when you’re not around, he makes love to his
wife, he tells her he can’t live without her, and that he loves her. You know
what you are? You’re his whore! That’s what he’s paying for, that’s what he
wants from you. And you’re handing him your heart on a silver fucking platter.”

She
shook her head “you stupid, stupid girl…you know nothing.”

I wanted
to say something, anything, I couldn’t find the words. Everything she was
saying was true. There was no argument. I just sat there in silence letting her
tell me everything that my mind and conscience already knew.

She
extended her hand to me and I took it, after I was standing she helped me put
my hair and towel back in place, and then she pulled me into a hug.

“Bella
Rosa…my Darling Girl…don’t let this be the end of you. Do you understand me?”
She whispered.

“Yes.” I
quietly replied.

She
kissed me on the cheek and left my apartment.

I looked
around my apartment, blowing out a puff of air. What the hell was I doing? I
had it made. I loved my life, and Madam was right, I was a very stupid girl. I
was letting a man fuck up my life. I had to stop this, and just thinking about
it tugged at my heart. I couldn’t lose Madam, she was the only family I had. I
would be alone without her, completely alone.

I
grabbed the Grey Goose from my liquor cabinet and drank it straight out of the
bottle. It burned the entire way down. I hadn’t heard from Sebastian in almost
two days, I needed to get ahold of him. I needed to stop this and the insanity
that came with it. It wasn’t fair to either of us.

I took a
couple more swigs of the bottle until I finally felt the effects; my belly was
warm and my mind was numb. I sat on my couch staring off into the black screen
of my TV that was off. I don’t know how long I stayed there wallowing in my own
self-pity, that is until I heard the familiar ding of my phone coming from the
kitchen counter.

I took a
deep breath, walked over to it, and swiped over the locked screen.

S –
How’s my girl?

Lovely.

Y –
You marked me…

S – I
have no idea what you’re talking about. ;-)

Y –
Sebastian…

S –
They’re not marks they’re love bites.

I didn’t
say anything for several minutes I didn’t know what to say.

S –
Are you upset? I got carried away. I’m sorry.

I still
didn’t say anything.

S –
Ysa…

I wanted
to tell him to leave me alone and that this was over; I even started to type
it.

S – I
miss you. I need you.

I
deleted it all.

Y – I
miss you. Come over.

I didn’t
even think before I sent that.

S –
What?

Y –
Come to my condo.

S –
Can I do that?

No…I
never did that. I had never had a man in my place other than Devon.

Y –
Yes. I need you.

S –
I’ll be there as soon as I can. Text me the address.

And thus
the fucked up love affair continued.

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            I
should have been nervous about going to her condo, I had never been there, and
I knew she was breaking some sort of rule or code. I wasn’t, I needed to
fucking see her. I couldn’t begin to describe how much I missed her, her smell,
her smile, her laugh, her warmth, just her.

            I
had told Julia that I was meeting with a client and would be home late. My lies
were just spewing more and more, so much that I was having a hard time deciphering
them from the truth. It was like the more I tried to not think about her, the
more obsessed I became.

            I
could tell as soon as she let me in that she had a lot weighing on her mind. I
knew there were things she wanted to say to me. There were things that I
probably should have said as well. We didn’t talk. She buried her face in my
chest the moment she saw me. I knew that wasn’t what she had planned, Ysabelle
wasn’t like that. She didn’t wear her emotions on her sleeve; she was an at the
moment type of woman.

I could
tell she was fighting demons that she’d never been up against. I knew in my
heart that I was the reason, I should have let her go, I should have ended it,
but I couldn’t. There was no fucking way I could give her up and survive. I had
no clue how much longer we could both go on like this, I would take every
opportunity that would come.

There
was no being without Ysabelle…

That
only left one other option…

And I
didn’t know if I could do that either.

I kneaded
her hair, closed my eyes, and relished her being in my arms. I was profoundly
in love with this woman I couldn’t see straight had my life depended on it. I
held her chin and made her look up to me.

“You
okay?” I asked, softly kissing her lips.

She took
a deep breath, and hugged me tighter.

“Sebastian…why
am I not seeing other clients?” I froze at the question and she felt it.

“I’ve
only been seeing you for…I’ve lost track of time. I haven’t been with anyone
else and I have a feeling, it’s because of you. What are you doing?”

I walked
us over to her couch and she scooted in my lap.

“I’ve
been buying all your time, Ysa.”

She
gasped, “oh my God Sebastian! That must be costing you a fortune.”

I looked
deep into her eyes, “you’re worth it.”

Her eyes
widened as she abruptly stood up and started pacing with her hands in her hair,
“this is so fucked up!” she kept repeating.

“This is
beyond fucked up. That’s why Madam is losing her shit. She knows Sebastian.”

I stood
and grabbed her arms, “Baby, you’re babbling, what are you talking about?”

She
moved to stand away from me “this Sebastian!” she yelled pointing to her and
then me. “Whatever the fuck this is, she knows. Shit. I thought maybe you were
buying some of my time or fuck I don’t know, maybe it was down season or
something. I never imagined that you were paying to have me not work.”

I tried
to step towards her and she put her hand up in a stopping motion “What are you
thinking?”

I pushed
my hands through my hair and inhaled “I don’t know, Ysa. I just…Fuck. The
thought of someone else’s hands on you…the mere idea of you being with someone
else drives me fucking crazy. I feel like I could kill whoever would touch
you.”

She put
her hand on her chest “Do you have any idea how absurd that sounds. Jesus
Christ Sebastian, you’re fucking married and I am a VIP. That’s my fucking job.
You pay for me…do you not get that?”

“Yes
Ysabelle, I’m fully fucking aware of what I am and what you are, that doesn’t
make it any less real that I don’t want anyone else fucking TOUCHING YOU!” I
yelled.

“Oh my God.
I need to know now, Sebastian; I need to know right fucking now…what the hell
is going on? What do you think is going to happen here? That we're going to
ride off into the sunset with your wife and kid in the back seat? Huh?”

“That
was low, Ysabelle.”

“Really
because, from over here it sounds like the fucking truth.”

“Stop.”
I demanded, “just fucking stop. I can’t walk away from you, any more than you
can walk away from me. We’re in this fucked up limbo, but Goddamn it we’re in
it together, and I will not lose you. Do you hear me, I will not fucking let
you go.”

“What if
it’s not your choice?” She threatened.

I cocked
my head to the side, “What are you implying, Ysa?”

            “FUCK!
I don’t know. I don’t fucking know anything. I’m just as screwed up as you are.
But here we are…” She said walking over to me.

She
grabbed the sides of my face and lightly kissed me, “you have to let me do what
I do, Sebastian. No more buying my time.” She whispered as if she didn’t want
to be saying it.

“That’s
not going to fucking happen.” I reminded her, slapping her ass and carrying her
up towards me, she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Where?”

“Back
room that way,” she eagerly panted.

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We got
to my room and passionately devoured each other’s bodies not taking our time.
We weren’t soft, sweet, or loving. We fucked each other with raw emotion and
craving, both pissed and upset with each other for the turn of events.