Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:38:52 GMT -5
The penthouse was eerily quiet as John opened the door. Immediately his senses were assaulted by the smell of bleach and other cleaning supplies. Looking around, he could see that the whole apartment had been given a deep cleaning recently.
“Marlena?” John called out as he looked around the first floor. Marlena was nowhere to be found.
He made his way up the staircase and to the master bedroom suite. “Marlena?” John asked as he slowly opened the bedroom door. Marlena was laying underneath the covers, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
“Marlena,” John said as he sat down on the bed next to her. No response.
“Marlena,” John said again as he put his hand on her forehead, checking for a fever.
“Leave me alone,” Marlena whispered as she closed her eyes tightly. When did John arrive and why was he there?
“Marlena honey…we need to talk now.”
“No, no talking.” John watched as she rolled onto her side and became seemingly despondent.
“Yes, we are going to talk…NOW,” John said as he became forceful with her.
“Why are you here?” She whispered. “It’s not like you care.” Since he had made her fly back to Salem with him, he hadn’t been by to see her. He didn’t even have the decency to make sure that she got home okay. He had his driver take her home while he went straight to the hospital with those babies.
“This is not about you right now Marlena. This is about your daughter Rachel. She is dying…do you even get that or care?” John said in anger as he watched as Marlena pulled her knees up to her chest and held on tight.
John laughed, “No I didn’t think so, because as usual the whole fucking universe revolves around the planet called Marlena.”
Marlena slowly started rocking back and forth. “Well I for one have had it with your shit…I have fucking had it,” John said in frustration.
“What are you going to do, divorce me? Sorry, you can’t because you already did,” Marlena said sarcastically as she stopped rocking and sat up in the bed.
“Just leave…LEAVE,” she screamed.
“No, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t fucking want you here…I said LEAVE,” Marlena screamed again as she picked up a pillow and threw it at him. John moved out of the way as the pillow hit the nightstand and knocked a picture of him to the ground. He bent down to pick it up when he was stunned by the stinging sensation of Marlena slapping him hard across the face.
“I said leave, you ass,” she screamed once again, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m not going anywhere,” John said calmly as he rubbed his cheek. She really hit him hard.
“Leave,” she screamed out once again as she tried to hit him. John grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Let me go,” she said defiantly as she tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
“I’m tired of your shit Marlena… You are going to sit here and listen to what I have to say and I’m not leaving until you hear all of it.”
“You don’t have anything to say that I want to hear,” Marlena said as she jerked on her wrist. She felt her skin begin to start chaffing from tightness of John’s grasp and the friction of her pulling on it.
“I don’t care…I have covered for you long enough Marlena…I have played the supportive, loving and understanding husband for the better part of a year.”
“I didn’t ask you to do anything,” Marlena said as she dropped her head to her chest and gave up her struggle to get her wrist free.
“Did you forget that we are married? That’s what a spouse does, they love and support their partner.”
“We were married,” she reminded him. “But now were divorced…this is my house and I want you out of it,” she demanded.
John looked at her stunned. Where did the Marlena that he loved so deeply and passionately go? He felt as if he were looking at and conversing with a complete stranger that he really didn’t like. The more time he spent with this new Marlena, the easier it became for him to separate his feelings. John let go of her wrist.
“In case you forgot, I bought this place, so I’ll leave when I want.” Being nice to her didn’t seem to work, so John decided to fight fire with fire. If she wanted to fight, so be it.
“Well the deed is in my name, so its mine and I say get out before I call the police.”
“Call them then.” John challenged her, knowing that she wouldn’t call the police.
“I hate you,” she screamed at him. “I hate you…I hate you…I hate you.”
“Don’t say things you don’t mean Marlena,” John warned her, knowing that she was saying hurtful things in anger.
“Have you ever thought that maybe I mean it?” She challenged him, looking directly into his eyes. She looked deep into his eyes for some sort of acknowledgement. On some level she wanted him to experience as much pain as she was feeling.
“I hate you John Black…I…Hate….You.” She got the reaction she wanted when she saw the hurt in his eyes. Better to hurt than to be hurt.
“No you don’t.”
“I do…I’m glad that we’re divorced…”
“Don’t fucking make light of our marriage Marlena, don’t do it,” John warned her.
“I am glad…it was time for us to get divorced anyway…I mean for the last couple of years we haven’t gotten along. You slept with two of my best friends…not much of a marriage if you ask me.”
“Don’t do this Marlena, this is not like you.”
“Maybe it is dear ex-husband of mine…maybe this is the real me and you can’t fucking handle it.”
“This is not the real you…why are you acting like this?” John questioned her. John knew that Marlena had no problem speaking her mind, but never in the twenty years that he had known and loved her had he ever known her to be deliberately hurtful. Marlena closed her eyes tightly as memories of her father returned. “Why are you acting like this?” he screamed as he slapped her hard across the face.
“Why are you acting like you’re better than us?” He slapped her again, hard enough where her teeth broke through the thin skin of her cheek, drawing blood. She turned and tried to get away from him but he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her hard against the wall.
“Mommy, help me?” she pleaded with her mother. “You’ve got it coming to you Julie, always thinking that you’re going to be something, somebody, we’ll you ain’t,” her mother said as she sat down in her recliner. “You’ve got this coming to you…If you weren’t bad all the time this wouldn’t be necessary. Your daddy’s doing this for your own good.”
“I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good,” she said as she covered her head with her hands, trying to protect her face from his blows.
“You’ll never be good, you little bitch,” her dad screamed into her face as he punched her in the stomach. “You are a fat, lazy piece good for nothing piece of shit…You’re not going to amount to anything, so stop trying.” Her father reached for long ponytail and pulled hard on it. “Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you,” he screamed.
“I’m sorry daddy,” she said, her eight-year-old body shaking in fear.
“It’s too late for sorry…you know what I’m going to have to do to punish you.”
“Marlena, are you okay,” John asked, noticing the far away look in her eyes. She was eerily quiet, staring off at some invisible spot on the wall.
“I’m fine,” she said as she sat up in the bed and smiled. Better to lie and say that things are fine than to let them see the real you.
John tilted his head to the side, confused and at the same time hopeful. “You’re fine? You just zoned out there for a minute…are you still having headaches?”
“It was nothing…don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine…so, did you come here for a reason other than to just annoy me?” Marlena finally asked after a minute of silence.
“Your daughter needs you now,” John said, amazed at the change in her demeanor.
“Something’s wrong with Belle or Sami?” Marlena asked in concern.
“No, your daughter Rachel.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll handle it…you always do,” Marlena said as she laid back down on the bed and turned to her side.
“You are not going to dismiss her this time Marlena…you are going to get dressed and go to the hospital and see her.”
“No I’m not.”
“You are fucking getting out of that bed and getting dressed now,” John said harshly as he rummaged through her closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a sweater. He threw them on the bed and then went to her dresser drawers and opened them, finding clean underwear, bra and socks. “You can either put them on, or I’ll put them on for you.”
“Fuck you,” she said as she laid back down. John grabbed the covers from the bed and pulled them away from her. She tried to pull up the covers to cover herself, but John jumped on the bed on top of her, bra and underwear in hand.
“Are you going to put these on or do you want me to?” John asked as he held the garments up.
Marlena sensed that John was going to force the clothes onto her if she didn’t comply. She closed her eyes and allowed him to dress her, trying to push down the bile that was rising in her throat as he touched her bare breasts with his hands as he put on the black lace bra.
John felt himself growing hard as he dressed his wife. It had been so long since he had felt her writhing beneath him. He lightly moved his fingers over her nipples, watching them as they hardened. He moved his hands up and down her bare arms, kissing her neck.
“Oh Doc,” he moaned as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth.
“John,” Marlena whispered as she was shaken out of past memories. This was John touching her. John wouldn’t hurt her. She pushed her fears aside and gave into her feelings, responding to John.
“I need you so much,” John responded as he pulled down his pants frantically. Marlena took his length into her hand and slowly stroked him, feeling him come alive. She always loved the power that she had over him in bed.
John grabbed Marlena by the face and then gently sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He was trying to take things slow with her, but wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard against the wall….it had been so long since he’d been with her. Slowly the kiss became more forceful as Marlena took the initiative, grabbing John by the head and forcing her tongue roughly into his mouth. He felt the pressure of her fingernails on his scalp as she held his head in place. While her hands held his head firmly in place, she slowly sat up in bed, pushing John onto his back and mounting him.
John felt how wet she was on his thighs. He needed to see her and to taste her. He reached between their bodies with one hand while the other hand reached around and grabbed her ass, bring her closer to him.
“God, I’ve missed touching you,” he mumbled into her mouth, his hand stroking the tiny bundle of nerves between her legs.
“No talking,” she responded forcefully as the pressure she was exerting on his scalp increased. She pulled one hand down from his head and roughly grabbed his penis, pulling on its length with increasing pressure.
“No,” John said as he tried to pull his member out of her hand. “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” he warned her.
“That’s the point,” she whispered as she slowly ran her tongue along his ear and whispered the naughty things that she wanted to do to him.
“Marlena,” John said as his breathing increased. He felt her hot breath against his ear as she laughed at his response.
He increased his pressure on her clit, pulling away from the kiss with little resistance from Marlena. She was a sex goddess to him. Head leaned back, eyes closed, her glorious breasts moving up and down seductively as she gasped for each breath of precious air. John let go on her ass and pulled hard on her erect nipples. John almost came then and there from the sounds of her moaning as he slowly pinched and tugged each coral tipped nipple.
Hearing Marlena whisper between moans, “Fuck me now John” was all it took. John quickly sat up in bed, grabbed her legs and thighs with both of his hands, flipped her over and entered her roughly all in one move.
Marlena screamed out at the shock of his initial penetration and then moaned “deeper”. John increased his pace and he brought them both quickly to the brink.
The sound of Marlena and Johns moans and their sweat covered bodies frantically slapping hard against each other in the darkened room were the only sounds that could be heard.
Silently they both came hard against each other. John held Marlena in his arms and whispered words of love as she struggled to regain her breath.
Several minutes of silence passed before either of them was able to speak.
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” Marlena said as she stared up at the ceiling.
“Probably not, but it felt so good and right,” John admitted. Spectacular sex wasn’t going to help their problems, but only add to them.
“We need to control ourselves and make sure that this doesn’t happen again,” Marlena said as she pulled out of John’s embrace and sat up in the bed.
John watched as Marlena got up out of the bed and put the clothes on that he had selected for her. As he watched her dress, he noticed for the first time the amount of weight that she had lost. She was now thinner than he had ever seen her before, her ribs clearly visible as she put on her bra and shirt. The jeans he selected were hanging loosely on her slender frame. With everything that had been going on she probably hadn’t been eating properly.
As Marlena went into the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth, John got out of the bed and into his closet for some clean clothes.
Marlena returned a few minutes later, makeup and hair flawless, as usual. John noticed her staring at his bare body. While she stood watching him, he took his time getting dressed, enjoying the feeling that he still turned her on.
“Lets go,” he said as he finished combing his hair and went to the door of the bedroom, slowly turning the handle.
“I can do this…I can do this,” Marlena muttered, but not loud enough for John to hear.
As John made his way down the stairs to the front door he felt immense guilt for making love to Marlena while his child was sick in the hospital. He should have been stronger and resisted his urges. Rachel had to be the priority right now, no one or nothing else.
John locked the door to the penthouse behind him and he guided Marlena to the elevator, noticing for the first time the terror in her eyes.
“Marlena?” John called out as he looked around the first floor. Marlena was nowhere to be found.
He made his way up the staircase and to the master bedroom suite. “Marlena?” John asked as he slowly opened the bedroom door. Marlena was laying underneath the covers, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
“Marlena,” John said as he sat down on the bed next to her. No response.
“Marlena,” John said again as he put his hand on her forehead, checking for a fever.
“Leave me alone,” Marlena whispered as she closed her eyes tightly. When did John arrive and why was he there?
“Marlena honey…we need to talk now.”
“No, no talking.” John watched as she rolled onto her side and became seemingly despondent.
“Yes, we are going to talk…NOW,” John said as he became forceful with her.
“Why are you here?” She whispered. “It’s not like you care.” Since he had made her fly back to Salem with him, he hadn’t been by to see her. He didn’t even have the decency to make sure that she got home okay. He had his driver take her home while he went straight to the hospital with those babies.
“This is not about you right now Marlena. This is about your daughter Rachel. She is dying…do you even get that or care?” John said in anger as he watched as Marlena pulled her knees up to her chest and held on tight.
John laughed, “No I didn’t think so, because as usual the whole fucking universe revolves around the planet called Marlena.”
Marlena slowly started rocking back and forth. “Well I for one have had it with your shit…I have fucking had it,” John said in frustration.
“What are you going to do, divorce me? Sorry, you can’t because you already did,” Marlena said sarcastically as she stopped rocking and sat up in the bed.
“Just leave…LEAVE,” she screamed.
“No, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t fucking want you here…I said LEAVE,” Marlena screamed again as she picked up a pillow and threw it at him. John moved out of the way as the pillow hit the nightstand and knocked a picture of him to the ground. He bent down to pick it up when he was stunned by the stinging sensation of Marlena slapping him hard across the face.
“I said leave, you ass,” she screamed once again, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m not going anywhere,” John said calmly as he rubbed his cheek. She really hit him hard.
“Leave,” she screamed out once again as she tried to hit him. John grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Let me go,” she said defiantly as she tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
“I’m tired of your shit Marlena… You are going to sit here and listen to what I have to say and I’m not leaving until you hear all of it.”
“You don’t have anything to say that I want to hear,” Marlena said as she jerked on her wrist. She felt her skin begin to start chaffing from tightness of John’s grasp and the friction of her pulling on it.
“I don’t care…I have covered for you long enough Marlena…I have played the supportive, loving and understanding husband for the better part of a year.”
“I didn’t ask you to do anything,” Marlena said as she dropped her head to her chest and gave up her struggle to get her wrist free.
“Did you forget that we are married? That’s what a spouse does, they love and support their partner.”
“We were married,” she reminded him. “But now were divorced…this is my house and I want you out of it,” she demanded.
John looked at her stunned. Where did the Marlena that he loved so deeply and passionately go? He felt as if he were looking at and conversing with a complete stranger that he really didn’t like. The more time he spent with this new Marlena, the easier it became for him to separate his feelings. John let go of her wrist.
“In case you forgot, I bought this place, so I’ll leave when I want.” Being nice to her didn’t seem to work, so John decided to fight fire with fire. If she wanted to fight, so be it.
“Well the deed is in my name, so its mine and I say get out before I call the police.”
“Call them then.” John challenged her, knowing that she wouldn’t call the police.
“I hate you,” she screamed at him. “I hate you…I hate you…I hate you.”
“Don’t say things you don’t mean Marlena,” John warned her, knowing that she was saying hurtful things in anger.
“Have you ever thought that maybe I mean it?” She challenged him, looking directly into his eyes. She looked deep into his eyes for some sort of acknowledgement. On some level she wanted him to experience as much pain as she was feeling.
“I hate you John Black…I…Hate….You.” She got the reaction she wanted when she saw the hurt in his eyes. Better to hurt than to be hurt.
“No you don’t.”
“I do…I’m glad that we’re divorced…”
“Don’t fucking make light of our marriage Marlena, don’t do it,” John warned her.
“I am glad…it was time for us to get divorced anyway…I mean for the last couple of years we haven’t gotten along. You slept with two of my best friends…not much of a marriage if you ask me.”
“Don’t do this Marlena, this is not like you.”
“Maybe it is dear ex-husband of mine…maybe this is the real me and you can’t fucking handle it.”
“This is not the real you…why are you acting like this?” John questioned her. John knew that Marlena had no problem speaking her mind, but never in the twenty years that he had known and loved her had he ever known her to be deliberately hurtful. Marlena closed her eyes tightly as memories of her father returned. “Why are you acting like this?” he screamed as he slapped her hard across the face.
“Why are you acting like you’re better than us?” He slapped her again, hard enough where her teeth broke through the thin skin of her cheek, drawing blood. She turned and tried to get away from him but he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her hard against the wall.
“Mommy, help me?” she pleaded with her mother. “You’ve got it coming to you Julie, always thinking that you’re going to be something, somebody, we’ll you ain’t,” her mother said as she sat down in her recliner. “You’ve got this coming to you…If you weren’t bad all the time this wouldn’t be necessary. Your daddy’s doing this for your own good.”
“I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good,” she said as she covered her head with her hands, trying to protect her face from his blows.
“You’ll never be good, you little bitch,” her dad screamed into her face as he punched her in the stomach. “You are a fat, lazy piece good for nothing piece of shit…You’re not going to amount to anything, so stop trying.” Her father reached for long ponytail and pulled hard on it. “Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you,” he screamed.
“I’m sorry daddy,” she said, her eight-year-old body shaking in fear.
“It’s too late for sorry…you know what I’m going to have to do to punish you.”
“Marlena, are you okay,” John asked, noticing the far away look in her eyes. She was eerily quiet, staring off at some invisible spot on the wall.
“I’m fine,” she said as she sat up in the bed and smiled. Better to lie and say that things are fine than to let them see the real you.
John tilted his head to the side, confused and at the same time hopeful. “You’re fine? You just zoned out there for a minute…are you still having headaches?”
“It was nothing…don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine…so, did you come here for a reason other than to just annoy me?” Marlena finally asked after a minute of silence.
“Your daughter needs you now,” John said, amazed at the change in her demeanor.
“Something’s wrong with Belle or Sami?” Marlena asked in concern.
“No, your daughter Rachel.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll handle it…you always do,” Marlena said as she laid back down on the bed and turned to her side.
“You are not going to dismiss her this time Marlena…you are going to get dressed and go to the hospital and see her.”
“No I’m not.”
“You are fucking getting out of that bed and getting dressed now,” John said harshly as he rummaged through her closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a sweater. He threw them on the bed and then went to her dresser drawers and opened them, finding clean underwear, bra and socks. “You can either put them on, or I’ll put them on for you.”
“Fuck you,” she said as she laid back down. John grabbed the covers from the bed and pulled them away from her. She tried to pull up the covers to cover herself, but John jumped on the bed on top of her, bra and underwear in hand.
“Are you going to put these on or do you want me to?” John asked as he held the garments up.
Marlena sensed that John was going to force the clothes onto her if she didn’t comply. She closed her eyes and allowed him to dress her, trying to push down the bile that was rising in her throat as he touched her bare breasts with his hands as he put on the black lace bra.
John felt himself growing hard as he dressed his wife. It had been so long since he had felt her writhing beneath him. He lightly moved his fingers over her nipples, watching them as they hardened. He moved his hands up and down her bare arms, kissing her neck.
“Oh Doc,” he moaned as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth.
“John,” Marlena whispered as she was shaken out of past memories. This was John touching her. John wouldn’t hurt her. She pushed her fears aside and gave into her feelings, responding to John.
“I need you so much,” John responded as he pulled down his pants frantically. Marlena took his length into her hand and slowly stroked him, feeling him come alive. She always loved the power that she had over him in bed.
John grabbed Marlena by the face and then gently sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He was trying to take things slow with her, but wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard against the wall….it had been so long since he’d been with her. Slowly the kiss became more forceful as Marlena took the initiative, grabbing John by the head and forcing her tongue roughly into his mouth. He felt the pressure of her fingernails on his scalp as she held his head in place. While her hands held his head firmly in place, she slowly sat up in bed, pushing John onto his back and mounting him.
John felt how wet she was on his thighs. He needed to see her and to taste her. He reached between their bodies with one hand while the other hand reached around and grabbed her ass, bring her closer to him.
“God, I’ve missed touching you,” he mumbled into her mouth, his hand stroking the tiny bundle of nerves between her legs.
“No talking,” she responded forcefully as the pressure she was exerting on his scalp increased. She pulled one hand down from his head and roughly grabbed his penis, pulling on its length with increasing pressure.
“No,” John said as he tried to pull his member out of her hand. “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” he warned her.
“That’s the point,” she whispered as she slowly ran her tongue along his ear and whispered the naughty things that she wanted to do to him.
“Marlena,” John said as his breathing increased. He felt her hot breath against his ear as she laughed at his response.
He increased his pressure on her clit, pulling away from the kiss with little resistance from Marlena. She was a sex goddess to him. Head leaned back, eyes closed, her glorious breasts moving up and down seductively as she gasped for each breath of precious air. John let go on her ass and pulled hard on her erect nipples. John almost came then and there from the sounds of her moaning as he slowly pinched and tugged each coral tipped nipple.
Hearing Marlena whisper between moans, “Fuck me now John” was all it took. John quickly sat up in bed, grabbed her legs and thighs with both of his hands, flipped her over and entered her roughly all in one move.
Marlena screamed out at the shock of his initial penetration and then moaned “deeper”. John increased his pace and he brought them both quickly to the brink.
The sound of Marlena and Johns moans and their sweat covered bodies frantically slapping hard against each other in the darkened room were the only sounds that could be heard.
Silently they both came hard against each other. John held Marlena in his arms and whispered words of love as she struggled to regain her breath.
Several minutes of silence passed before either of them was able to speak.
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” Marlena said as she stared up at the ceiling.
“Probably not, but it felt so good and right,” John admitted. Spectacular sex wasn’t going to help their problems, but only add to them.
“We need to control ourselves and make sure that this doesn’t happen again,” Marlena said as she pulled out of John’s embrace and sat up in the bed.
John watched as Marlena got up out of the bed and put the clothes on that he had selected for her. As he watched her dress, he noticed for the first time the amount of weight that she had lost. She was now thinner than he had ever seen her before, her ribs clearly visible as she put on her bra and shirt. The jeans he selected were hanging loosely on her slender frame. With everything that had been going on she probably hadn’t been eating properly.
As Marlena went into the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth, John got out of the bed and into his closet for some clean clothes.
Marlena returned a few minutes later, makeup and hair flawless, as usual. John noticed her staring at his bare body. While she stood watching him, he took his time getting dressed, enjoying the feeling that he still turned her on.
“Lets go,” he said as he finished combing his hair and went to the door of the bedroom, slowly turning the handle.
“I can do this…I can do this,” Marlena muttered, but not loud enough for John to hear.
As John made his way down the stairs to the front door he felt immense guilt for making love to Marlena while his child was sick in the hospital. He should have been stronger and resisted his urges. Rachel had to be the priority right now, no one or nothing else.
John locked the door to the penthouse behind him and he guided Marlena to the elevator, noticing for the first time the terror in her eyes.
