Martina had memorized the lines of the tattoo and was able to trace it in detail with her fingertips. She moved on to the muscles of his chest and down to the carved planes of his abs. She heard Aaron hiss with bliss as she placed his arousal in her palm and stroked it.
“Mmm, you’re ready, I see.”
“I am, baby, I am, but patience.”
“What’s next?”
“Sound.”
“Sound?” Martina repeated. Her husband removed the blindfold, allowing her to see.
“Yes. I want you to tell me how this makes you feel.”
Soft piano music filled the air, a nice slow tempo. “Peaceful.”
“We’re going to make love to the beat because we have all night, and I intend to take advantage of every moment...” Aaron murmured.
Slowly, deliberately, he possessed her, inching his thick member deep onto her trembling heat. It finally nudged her cervix, his pelvis grinding deliciously against her clit. He withdrew to start the completely agonizing, delicious process over again. They were linked by their clasped hands as he pinned her to the bed.
Aaron began to breathe more shallowly, his lips parting as he nuzzled kisses against her jaw. His thrusting became more erratic, a shallower, rougher penetration that caught her g-spot, as he grew yet harder inside her. When the gentle music came to a stop, so did her lover.
“Aaron, please don’t stop!” she pleaded.
By now, Martina was panting, her ragged breaths matching her rapid heartbeat. She was desperate. Her husband was denying her the simple pleasure of his body pulsating inside her, taunting her with release.
“Shh, baby, we still have two more senses to go. I promise it will all be worth it.”
“Aaron, why are you torturing me? What did I do that was so wrong you felt like you had to punish me in this way?”
“I’m not punishing you, my love. I’m giving you the gift of pure rapture.”
“No, you’re not. I love you, Aaron, and you know how I adore your body on me, your flesh caressing mine. How I love your fiery kisses, and how your hands work me into a fevered frenzy. I can get so wet by just looking at you.” Martina blushed at the intense heat of Aaron’s gaze as she continued to plead.
“You’re every woman’s dream lover and I adore the fact that you’re mine, only mine. Now, you’re denying me the very thing that brought me bliss, you. Please, stop and make love to me to completion. Stop teasing me!”
Martina wanted to remain strong and not show her husband any weakness, but she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.
Aaron kissed each tear as it fell and brought her fingers to his mouth, kissing and suckling each tip. He pinned her to the bed with his arms.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“I just want you to experience the other sensations without seeing again; but I don’t want to use the blindfold.”
Martina obeyed and closed her eyes.
Aaron closed his mouth over each of his wife’s taut peaks and took his time licking, suckling and biting until they were erect and hard. He rained a trail of feather soft kisses down to her navel, pausing at the base of her most intimate flesh, before rubbing his smooth jaw along her inner thigh.
“Ahhh!” she cried.
Aaron ignored her cries and continued to lick, kiss and taste her flesh as she squirmed underneath him.
“Open your mouth.”
Martina opened her mouth, and felt Aaron push his cock deep into her throat.
“Taste me, Martina,” he commanded.
Martina obeyed. She licked, kissed and sucked his member slowly, worshiping it with her tongue. She reached to hold his balls in her hand, but he held her hands steady.
“No, only taste.”
Aaron worked his length deep into Martina’s throat inch-by-inch, trying not to overwhelm his wife with his girth. He pumped in and out of her warm mouth, almost losing it when he glanced down. Her crimson lips were around him, her tongue flickering around his head and down his shaft.
Then without warning, he filled her mouth with his release.
“Fuck that was amazing!” Aaron exclaimed in her ear. She felt him collapse next to her.
He only lay still for a couple of moments before he began to kiss his way down her body. He spread her legs, hooked her knees over his shoulders, and softly kissed the junction of her thighs.
Using his thumbs to gently spread her, he delicately licked along her creases, teasing her folds apart with his warm, velvety tongue.
A low rumble of enjoyment poured out of him as he slowly slid two fingers inside her. He stroked his fingertips over her g-spot firmly as he lapped at her clitoris. He used short, gentle strokes with the flat of his tongue, his fingers mimicking where his cock had just been.
A third finger joined the other two, filling her almost as well as his organ, as his mouth closed over her hood, sucking and licking mercilessly.
It was too much. Martina barely had time to scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back bowed with its intensity and shot electricity from her groin to her fingers and toes. Her lover groaned as his flagging erection sprang to life at her shrieks of ecstasy. Before she even finished coming, Aaron sat up on his knees and grabbed her hips, pounding into her again. This time it was fast and hard, and only served to prolong her climax.
Only when she finally stopped spasming around him did he slow and finally pull out, panting raggedly.
“Are you all right, Martina?” he whispered, tenderly stroking her damp hair away from her eyes. His hot, heavy manhood rested against the hollow of her hip.
Martina could barely speak, but through her heavy euphoric fog, she managed to whisper, “That’s more like it, lover!” She fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Nightmare
When the first light of dawn cracked through the curtains, Aaron kissed Martina lightly on her shoulder and slipped out of her bed to shower in his room.
Last night as Martina lay wrapped up in his arms, snoring softly, Aaron couldn’t help but reflect on his life.
This was a true moment of clarity, where, for once, his mind was not clouded by lustful revenge. Revenge that he took out on three innocent people. Aaron couldn’t blame anyone else for his evil deeds, but he hadn’t done his deeds alone. He had a partner, a silent partner, who lusted for revenge as deeply as he did. It wasn’t Katrina.
Aaron had been fighting the lust for revenge since that horrific week two years ago. He’d been winning, until the dreams of his parents’ deaths began haunting him again.
Aaron knew that he had to seek vengeance but it would take cunning and detailed planning. This is where his silent partner came in, offering her assistance with the planning and execution if Aaron agreed to combine their missions.
Both their plans had been going smoothly. Deep down, when he allowed his mind to wander back to his old life, Aaron knew he couldn’t keep up the soul-sucking revenge forever. He needed to face his demons. The only way was to deal with the incident that changed his life.
Let There Be Blood had become a roaring success, with fans numbering the millions globally by the end of its sixth season. Aaron and Avery were at the top of their game, each boasting a fan base in the hundreds of thousands. Aaron had been featured on dozens of magazine covers. He’d scored an Oscar nod in the global blockbuster of the previous summer. That night, he was on top of the world.
He’d just come back from a staff Halloween party that his cast mates hosted in aid of a children’s charity. It had been a blast, with a hundred children and their parents and siblings. All played games, danced, and ate many Halloween treats. Aaron was in a good mood, but he was anxious to get home and step out of his Lance Peterson character clothes and fangs.
Unexpectedly, a small group of four men came out of the shadows and confronted him. He recognized them right away. They were the bullies that taunted him and made high school a living hell.
“Well, look at the lard-ass in his
makeup, slicked-back do, and cheap-ass monster fangs. You may be Mr. Hollywood, but you’re still that pathetic, lard-ass nerd.”
“Though you have to admit, Daniel, that whale that he used to hang around with certainly has grown up to be a grade A MILF. Tell me, Brooks, did you fuck that bitch yet?”
Aaron refused to respond and walked towards his house.
“Hey, motherfucker, where do you think you’re going?”
The actor held his head high and chose to remain silent. He continued up the path and was about to unlock his front door. Then Aaron felt a blinding sting before he met the darkness.
When Aaron awoke, he found himself cold and unable to move. He tried, but met resistance.
“Go ahead and struggle, loser, you’re not going to get free.”
“Free? Where am I?” Aaron rasped. A fog of blinding pain radiated from every part of his body.
“Take a good, hard look,” said an unfamiliar voice.
The actor realized with growing horror that he was hanging by his wrists from a leaking ceiling, naked and bleeding.
“Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
“You’re an idiot, Brooks. Your head is so far up your lard-ass that you can’t see you’re in the basement of our old school. You’re being held by four old friends that are seeking payback.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Let me refresh your memory, Mr. Hollywood.”
Aaron stared at his kidnapper through his swollen eyes. With limited vision, he managed to recognize the one who was taunting him. He was dressed in a tight fitting t-shirt and jeans complete with hiking boots and everything else about him screamed military. His ramrod straight posture, stern drill sergeant expression, and bulging muscles couldn’t hide the familiar face.
“Daniel Richards.”
Daniel drew himself closer to Aaron, so close that there was barely a breath between them.
“That’s Lieutenant Commander Richards, to you, you pussy-stealing scumbag!”
The prisoner felt the heat of the Lieutenant Commander’s rancid breath.
“W-what did I do?”
In response, Daniel punched Aaron in the stomach so hard that it knocked the wind out of him. Aaron swore he heard his ribs break.
Daniel paused as he marched around the room. “April of last year, the cast mates and crew of that two-bit disgrace you call a show held a surprise birthday party for you at the Four Seasons hotel in New York. Do you remember?”
“I...” Aaron rasped, “I remember.”
“During the party, you consumed several glasses of champagne and mingled among your guests. As usual, many women and some men hung all over you like a cheap suit.”
“Argh! I know.” The prisoner winced with blinding pain. “It’s the price of fame.”
“You fuck anything that swoons over you.”
“That’s a common...” Aaron paused as the pain that came with each breath, stole it away. “Myth. I don’t fuck everyone that pants over me. I have moral standards.” Daniel responded with a hard slap across Aaron’s face.
“If you had moral standards, you bastard, then why did you take home one of the waitresses at the party and fuck her?”
Daniel let the statement hang in the air. He watched the actor struggle to remember.
“Yes, okay, I admit, in a moment of weakness I became very friendly throughout the evening with one of the waitresses at my party. We flirted and clicked instantly.”
“May I ask why you picked that particular waitress?”
“I found her very attractive, easygoing and very sweet, so I asked her back to my hotel room to join me in a birthday nightcap.” Aaron paused to take a breath.
“What happened after you took her back to your motel room?”
“Seriously? You can’t be asking me that. You know what happened. It’s the whole reason I’m here!”
“Indulge me, you prick. I want a briefing, and you’re going to give me one.”
“We had a few drinks and a lovely conversation and before I knew it, she kissed me. I kissed her back. We became lost in one another and made love. It was a wonderful experience for me. The following morning I asked her if she would like to go out to dinner with me, but she turned me down.”
“Did she say why she turned you down?”
“Yes, she said that while it was an amazing experience, there could be no future for us. She just needed one night to experience a caring man’s arms around her, making her feel like a woman again.”
“Did this waitress say anything else, or did she just leave your lard-ass behind?”
“No, she said it was time for her to get back to reality. That’s the last I saw of her.”
Daniel paused his interrogation to once again punch him in the gut.
“I guess she was just another notch on your bed post.”
“No, on the contrary. I didn’t want our time together to be so brief. I wanted to know more about her. I tried to contact her, but she refused to respond to any of my messages. After a friend told me to let her go, I stopped.”
“Stopped to move on to more pussy. Tell me, Brooks, did you ever bother to know her name?”
“Of course, otherwise, how did I contact her?”
“What was her name?”
“What does it matter to you?”
“Tell me what her name was!” Daniel yelled into Aaron’s face.
“Cecilia! Cecilia Richards.”
“Is that all you can say after fucking my wife? Do you know what even happened after your one-night stand?”
“No. I told you that she didn’t respond to any of my efforts to contact her.”
“I suspected that something was up when I returned from my tour in the Baltic Sea. I expected a warm reception from my wife after being gone for six months. She was cold and distant. I don’t like long silences and flippant attitudes from anyone, so I browbeat her into telling me the truth.”
Aaron watched as his tormentor fell silent and closed his eyes. “It was then she told me that she’d had a one night stand six weeks prior, and that she was pregnant.”
Alarm coursed through Aaron like a lightning bolt. He was a father. So many questions sped through his mind. Why didn’t she tell him? Was his child a boy or a girl? What was the baby’s name? Where were the baby and Cecilia?
“I see by the look on your smug face that you had no idea that my wife was pregnant with your baby. Not that you’d have cared. Manwhores like you are only in it for the easy lay! To hell with the consequences!”
“Where is the baby?”
“Why in the fuck do you care?”
“I do care. If she had come to me, I’d have helped her and the child. After all, he or she is a part of me.”
“Well, if I did, by some miracle, believe what you were saying, it makes no point. Both my slut of a wife and her bastard child are dead.”
“Dead?”
“Yes, they are dead. After I beat her for betraying me, she ran out of the house and got hit by a car. They both died on impact. Do you want to know why I beat the bitch? I beat her because after trying for ten years to get pregnant with nothing but failure and heartbreak, she picks up some stud at a party and lets him bang her without protection so she could get knocked up.”
“I had no idea.”
“That may be, Mr. Hollywood, but that doesn’t take away the sting of her betrayal. You did in one night what I couldn’t do in a decade! I’m a military hero, loved and respected by my peers, charges and the brass. I’m the living embodiment of what a red-blooded American man is supposed to be, and I couldn’t get my wife pregnant.”
Daniel paused and appeared to be composing himself before he blasted Aaron with more barely-contained rage.
“Do you hear what I’m saying, Brooks? I said that I couldn’t knock up my wife, but an insignificant actor who used to be a ten-ton lard-ass with a limp puny dick, did. Do you know how that makes me feel?”
Aaron only shook his hea
d.
“I loathe you, Brooks, and you’re going to pay for what you’ve done. My friends and I are going to make sure of it.” Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, three other men came out of the shadows and stood before him.
Aaron knew everyone. “Brian Saunders, Steve Logan and Kieran Mulligan. Goodie, a bully reunion. Just like old times.”
He stared at the mob before him, four angry men with rage deep in their souls and murder on their minds staring down on him. His naked body was bruised and bleeding. He dangled from the ceiling like a prize deer they were going to gut.
“This is going to be nothing like old times, Brooks, because back in high school we were easy on you. Now, you’re going to feel real pain.”
“Now, if you are a good boy, we will let you down so we can play. First, I’m going to let my colleagues have a go at you. Go ahead, sailors; it’s an old-fashioned beat down with the dangling princess.”
Aaron swallowed his fear and bit back the pain. Each man took turns punching, kicking and strangling him with their bare hands. They beat him until he passed out.
He woke up on a filthy mattress. His body was broken and swollen but for now, he was mercifully numb.
“Well, look who’s up and ready to join us in the real world. Ready for another lesson, Brooks?”
“Go to hell, Richards.”
“I’d be careful with your mouth, lard-ass, because we’re not done playing with you yet. There’s nothing you can do to stop us.”
“Lieutenant, may we ask what you’ve in store next for our prisoner?” Kieran Mulligan questioned in his thick Irish accent.
“Go and get our special guest and get the others in here. It’s time to have some real fun.”
When Aaron saw who this special guest was, his blood ran cold. Brian Saunders and Steve Matthews, who easily towered over their newest captive by a foot, dragged her in by her bare heels. Her hands were bound behind her back with rope. She’d been gagged with what looked like a mouth full of condoms, secured with clear tape.
The woman’s shirt was torn open, leaving her breasts exposed. She wore nothing else but a pair of panties. They dumped the new captive in front of him on her knees. She looked at him, her deep blue eyes filled with horror.
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