Marionette

by Celia Crown

  Her slits parts for the thick head to breach through the ring of tightness, it’s a smooth thrust when he sinks to the hilt. Her yielding walls accepts his girth with a minor protest from her lips as their joining is too exhilarating.

  His hips shutters with stars lighting up behind his eyes, a groan rumbles out as every part of his body is on fire. Mari is a small girl, it’s a miracle that she can take his massive cock without a speck of pain. She’s tight, wet, and very hot; his body’s reaction to her quivering walls is thrilling as cum sprays out directly on her cervix where the tip of his cock kisses.

  “Fuck,” he sneers with a clenched jaw, shivers run down his spine and down to his full balls as a copious amount of sticky seeds paints her walls.

  He inhales deeply, gathering his control through a countdown in his head while trying his best to think of something other than her small pussy milking every drop of cum he has.

  James’ lips twist in a sinister smirk.

  Oh, he has more.

  Whether Mari is ready or not, James has no intention of stopping until she is leaking with an overflow of cum.

  When he takes his eyes off his cock splitting her open crudely, he’s taken back by the brightness in her apple-green eyes. It burns with lust and needs; her desperation propels him to let go of his control and wipe his mind blank of all inhibitions that he usually has.

  “Look at me,” he barks, a growl readily at the base of his throat if she doesn’t obey.

  She listens and glassy eyes lock with him, James slides out and dives back in with one solid thrust. Her eyes flutter shut and he snarls, his patience is low and he’s not in the right mind to be kind to her.

  “Keep your eyes on me, little doll.”

  He waits for the nod that comes a second later. The feel of her soft hands digging her nails on his large pecs doesn’t concern him, he welcomes the red welts that follow as he starts a strong pace.

  James grasps the dip of her waist and holds her down with his strength, it’s a filthy and grotesque sight that has him fucking her harder; the straining stretch of her cunt swallows the thickness of his cock with her cum gushing at the base of his length. Each pull drags a pattern of dirty webs of wetness of his shaft, when he pushes back, a squelch can be heard over the blood beating in his ears.

  “Sir,” Mari croons, slurring her affection through incoherent babbles as he hammers her pussy open.

  He doesn’t answer, and he doubts she notices because she’s so drunk on their pleasure that she wouldn’t even notice his relentless taps on her cervix. The place where he will pour all his seed into and it will stay there until it takes.

  Something in him snaps when an image of her round and beautiful with their child, it’s barbaric and savage in the way his new resolve makes him fuck the young girl beneath him harder.

  His muscles shake in jagged buzzes; it would come at random times but they all end up in one place. His balls draw up tight, ready to feed her hungry cunt with a batter of his cum when she seizes up first, taken over by the beautiful arch of her back as she comes in a silent cry.

  James retains that moment in his mind, stimulated by her pulsing pussy that ripples and sucks him deeper. His cock expands, pulling on her tender walls as he holds himself in a depth that she can feel every jet of hot cum drenching her shuddering muscles.

  His head spins, wondering how the hell did he hold back this long without her cunt. As crude as that sounds, the pleasure that stems from their love-making trumps every adrenaline thrill he’s experienced in the army.

  However, James is a man of his words.

  His little doll couldn’t hold back the wanton moan when he shifts his weight, hands hooking under her knees and fastens them on the sheets for his eyes to devour on.

  Dark eyes curve humorlessly, and he scrapes the rough pad of his thumb over her sodden clit.

  Her broken sob is addicting, and he needs more.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mari

  Thick.

  That’s the only way she can describe herself from the moment she woke up to the afternoon with the sun shining brightly as it reflects the glistening waters.

  Waking up groggy at noon after a night of passionate fucking left her body sinking deeper into the comforters, getting out of bed was a struggle because she swore she had dozed off more than once. Mr. Novak was nowhere to be seen as the side where he slept is already cold by the time she blindly searches for his warmth.

  Maybe she stumbled and fell on her knees when she stood up, no one was there to witness her embarrassing fall so she can deny that it had happened.

  By the time she got out the master bedroom door and down this enormous hall, and into the ginormous kitchen, Mr. Novak is already standing there at the kitchen counter with a newspaper in his hand.

  Who reads newspapers anymore? And where did he even get that?

  It doesn’t matter, what matters is that delicious smell of breakfast food lingering in the air. Even though it’s noon, Mari still wants that nutty toasted bread.

  There are things about Mr. Novak that surprises Mari, like how he can possibly predict when she would wake up because that piece of bread on the porcelain plate is slather with rich honey.

  Mari remembers that they didn’t go back to the honey vendor at the market yesterday, and Mr. Novak must have gone back early in the morning to buy it because it’s the same brand and same taste.

  The crunch and sticky honey coat her mouth when she takes a bite, it’s heaven in her mouth and she moans deeply. Her green eyes flutter shut and her body slumps on the marble counter.

  With a body filled with a hazy remnant of their night together, early morning after sensations, and the viscous honey sealing her lips, Mari is feeling thick.

  Sluggish and tired, but satisfied and warm.

  They don’t talk, the quietness around the home lures Mari into a space of timelessness. She indulges with another bite of toast, humming softly when a heavy hand lands on the small of her back.

  The kitchen has a full view of the crashing waves, a vast color of blues connecting between the ocean and the sky. One cloud looks particularly fluffy with layers and layers of whiteness.

  “Mari.”

  Her heart jumps and lodges itself in her throat.

  She almost drops the toast onto the plate if it wasn’t for her fingers crushing the bread in shock, a glob of honey sticks to her fingers as her eyes widen.

  It’s Auntie Hayden’s voice.

  Green eyes darting from left to right and lands on the lean woman with a black suit, the jacket and trousers fit her clean image of a woman in power. Her short-cropped hair blends well with the blackness of the suit as her equally dark eyes scan Mari’s underdressed state.

  “Auntie,” Mari squeaks, throwing the piece of bread down and keeps her hands on the counter.

  “What are you doing here? When did you get here?” she swallows, Mr. Novak rubs her entire spine with one swipe.

  Auntie Hayden cocks an eyebrow and pops her hip to the side with a hand jabbing into her narrow waist.

  “I wanted to see how you’re doing.” the older woman smiles kindly.

  Mari shuffles her feet, “I’m fine.”

  “Don’t worry about the press, James and I already have it covered when you were—” Auntie Hayden pauses, searching for the right word, “—healing from your extracurricular activities.”

  Mari’s face is on fire.

  Mr. Novak’s chest rumbles on her shoulders and she leans back into him, her aunt’s sharp eyes track the little move.

  Auntie Hayden rolls her eyes at the man behind Mari and glances down at her phone for a brief second to confirm something on the screen.

  “You really don’t waste time, do you?” the older woman states.

  “I wasted three years.” Mr. Novak counters back with a glare.

  Auntie Hayden shrugs, “I’m looking out for my niece. There are animals out there who knows what brainwashing can do to her.”

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bsp; “Now you don’t have to worry.” he massages the soreness from Mari’s muscles and she melts with a small sigh.

  Auntie Hayden crosses her arms over her ribs, “I’m more worried.”

  Mari’s blonde hair gets pushed aside when his hand runs along the junction of her neck, his hand can wrap around her neck and still have space between them.

  That’s how big they are.

  “Don’t be. I can take care of her,” Mr. Novak said, and Mari picks up the slight peeve behind his words.

  Her aunt waves a hand dismissively, “I never doubted you but calling you my niece’s husband is repulsive.”

  “Then don’t call me that,” he growls, reflectively setting all five fingers around her neck and Mari doesn’t feel threatened because it’s a hold that’s more protective than menace.

  The older woman laughs, a snort accidentally disrupts her breath. “But that’s going to be the truth, isn’t it? You know, fanning the fire with gasoline? Telling the vultures that Mari is your fiancée when they just got the news of her being real? Come on, James. I expect better from you.”

  He replies, “I promised I’d wait for Mari, I simply honored our friendship.”

  Mari can practically hear the smirk in his words, blood pumps to her ears and her sticky fingers are the furthest thing from her attention.

  Auntie Hayden hums in thoughts, pursing her red lips with a vibration sounding from the phone in her hand. “I wasn’t expecting you to actually follow through our promise, but I approve nonetheless. Mari has seen the world, she can decide what she wants.”

  Mari’s heart warms, her aunt has always taken care of her and every minute she spent with her was a blessing. Her aunt made sure she had everything and was comfortable in her living situation, she was also the one that stood up for her when her parents couldn’t accept the fact that their daughter was a model.

  Not even a mainstream model, Mari was a concept. Their words, and they hadn’t taken back that statement. A concept of a little girl living in the dream world while the economy fails to bring in revenue through legitimate work and the manipulation of impressionable young girls who the Marionette installed the message of beauty is only skin deep.

  As long as Mari believes she’s giving happiness to those who lost their own fairy tale then she believes she’s doing something right.

  “She wants me.” Mr. Novak confidently states.

  Auntie Hayden snorts loudly with a snicker, “I would hope so, or else we’d have a big problem. I haven’t put someone in a chokehold in a while, but I’m not rusty.”

  If it is probable, there would’ve been firework and electricity flying above her head at how tense the glaring contest is. Neither of them backs down and doesn’t want to admit defeat first, they have a personality trait that renders them too competitive.

  There’s only one alpha, that kind of competition.

  Mari wonders how these two survive in each other’s presence. Ten years in the army filled with more testosterone than estrogen, there’s bound to have conflicts between opinions and morals. Not to mention insubordination because Auntie Hayden is a very strong character, and it’s a little frightening at times.

  Like right now.

  “How long are you staying, auntie?” Mari scolds at her stuttering in her head.

  She realizes she doesn’t know when the older woman got here or how she got here in their vacation home when she should be somewhere else doing business deals.

  The tension in the room goes away just like a snap of a finger.

  “Not long, I have a plane fueled for my next trip. I still have some loose ends to deal with. I wanted to make sure you’re not taking this whole media frenzy too seriously. Marionette and Mari is the same thing; your fans will understand, just give it time for the buzz to die down.” Auntie Hayden clears her throat and uncrosses her arms.

  Then the older woman narrows her eyes at the man behind Mari, his finger rubs her beating pulse at the side of her neck.

  “Don’t spoil her too much.” Auntie Hayden barks sternly.

  Mari assumes that isn’t a threat coming from her aunt, but she would never know since it took Mari months to pick up on some jokes her aunt makes so she doesn’t count on when she’ll understand where the threats are in a sentence.

  “I can’t.” Mr. Novak shoots back, curling his hand under her chin and wraps around her neck to lift her face to him.

  She doesn’t oppose the treatment and gladly smiles back at him. He kisses her, his lips are soft against hers as she giggles from the caresses on her neck.

  Auntie Hayden obnoxiously clears her throat, rolling her eyes at their affectionate display. Mari turns back to her aunt when the hand around her neck loosens, the woman types something on her phone before walking up to them by the kitchen counter.

  “I’ll cancel this week’s photoshoots,” she said, offering Mari a mellow smile.

  Mari nods gratefully and beams back with her own smile.

  “Make it two months,” Mr. Novak’s voice grumbles and Auntie Hayden raises a challenging eyebrow.

  He clarifies, “She’s going on vacation.”

  The older woman scoffs, “With you.”

  He clicks his tongue and the smugness in his voice makes Mari chuckle under her breath.

  “Of course,” he answers.

  They may be a competitive pair, but Auntie Hayden and Mr. Novak have a good relationship. They trust and count on each other when things are bad, and they would never go behind each other’s backs. They may argue, and they may have a different opinion on things, but they talk it out and tell the other their perspectives.

  Light banters and humorous sarcasm are a common thing, Mari is used to their conversation taking odd turns.

  “I don’t mind you trying new things, but don’t overdo them. Remember that box of macaroons?” her aunt scolds lightheartedly.

  That box of macaroons was a set design for the photoshoot she was doing. Mari was distracted by the goodies that Mr. Novak had to stop the work process to give her the food. Mari knew she was to never eat anything on set, but those colorful treats were heaven sent when she devoured one when he promised he wouldn’t tell Auntie Hayden.

  When he turned to speak to the photographer, Mari’s self-control was nonexistent as she inhaled the rest of the macaroons. Bad decision on her part but temptation whispered in her ear.

  Mr. Novak wasn’t mad that time, he was never mad at her for anything. Sometimes he encourages her to be more of herself than the Marionette on the set.

  Five minutes passed, and the worst tummy ache had sucker punched her.

  Tears and painful cramps brought tears in her eyes, and as Mr. Novak had told her from the beginning, his weakness was Mari and her tears would destroy him. He had carried her to his office and paged the doctor that was always on call, she had broken out in cold sweats and whimpering in pain.

  She was prescribed some medicine to counter the pain and a warm compression on her tummy to quicken the soothing process. Mr. Novak hadn’t reprimanded or blamed her for anything, he simply sat on the ground with his thousands of dollars suit while she slept on the couch.

  Mari shudders in phantom pain just thinking about it.

  She pats her chest, above her beating heart. “I promise I won’t eat too much!”

  “Good girl.” Auntie Hayden squeezes her hand over Mari’s wrist and narrowly avoids the tacky honey.

  Mari watches the older woman squints her eyes at Mr. Novak and trudges out the kitchen. It doesn’t take long before a loud purr of a car engine can be heard from the front door as Mari winces when the tire peels out the driveway and out the gate, which that made a noise with the clattering and squeals of rusty bolts.

  Big hands clamp down on her hips, twirling her around with her sticky fingers almost smearing his clothes. Her green eyes focus on the broadness of his chest as he traps her between him and the kitchen counter.

  “Anything you want to do today?” he asks.

  Ther
e are lots of things she wants to do because this is the Caymans, who wouldn’t want to enjoy the outdoors?

  Well, Mari doesn’t. Not today.

  “I want to stay in. Can we?” she bats her long lashes at him.

  Yesterday took a lot of energy from her and she’s still recovering, spending the day in bed with his massive body providing steady heat and let time pass in serenity sounds amazing.

  “Of course, sweetheart. Go wash your hands and I’ll put in a movie.” he smiles with her lips mirroring him.

  Mari ducks under his arm and rushes to the sink, letting the cold water clean the thick honey off while she glances back to see him walking out the kitchen area. Snapping her head back, she yanks the towel that lays on the counter and dries her hands hastily.

  Bare feet smacking on the ground catches his attention and she gets to him before he can turn around. Their hands lace together naturally, and a giggle comes out when his palm engulfs hers.

  His big finger rubs on her fourth finger and her smile spreads wider.

  Mari can’t wait to feel the ring on it.

  Epilogue

  James

  Four Years Later.

  Everything he does is for his girls.

  Mari and their baby girl Annalise, or as Lisi because his daughter takes after her mother. Annalise is a carbon copy of Mari; platinum blonde hair, big green eyes, and adorable quirkiness.

  There’s a reason why he hadn’t opened another art gallery dedicated to his lovely girls. At first, he only thought about it because he’s too possessive to let other people look at them, even when it’s purely in an appreciative angle. The more he thought about the more he convinced himself, their privacy will remain completely anonymous.

  He won’t subject them to the eyes of predators in the world.

  Mari still does modeling, she loves that job too much and James doesn’t see a reason to not let her have fun with it.