Saving the World One Bra at a Time

Cassandra`

Cassandra moved over to Alex’s lap and sat down watching the others move toward one home. Mark stood in the distance watching them also. She wondered what he was thinking, she knew if any of them attempted to leave the island that was hidden in the thick marsh and foliage of the Keys they would be seen and more then likely shot. If by some chance they did make it, they would be hunted down, at least that was how she would have handled it. Alex however, this was his show and he was in charge, or at least that was what he believed.

Her thoughts went back to her daughters and she groaned when she saw that they were indeed all going to stay together. She wanted her girls far away from those men and she wanted the men far away from her. She pressed the screen button and turned toward Alex. “Now. . . it was obvious that you knew I was alive, so why have you just now come to me?”

Her fingers moved to his shirt. “Answer my questions... and then you can show me your room.” She undid one button then the next. “What all are you willing to give up so you can fuck me senseless?”

Cassandra moved down and sucked on his neck, her fingers ran down his chest and she flicked first his right nipple, then the left. Her nails scrapped his skin. “How long? Was it right after I “died”. . . was it when Olivia appeared? Disappeared?” She stroked his cock through the material of his slacks.

“When Alex. . .when did you decide it was time to fuck me again? You’ve been screwing so many people, what did I have that made you want me back?” She bit his neck and released his cock from his slacks. “You want to make me scream. . .then you tell me everything now. Or this is the last time you feel yourself in my hands.”

Cassandra began to stroke Alex’s cock and suck on his ear. “I’m waiting you bastard. Tell me everything.”
 
Alex’s cock was rock hard by the time Cass was straddling him and stroking the full length with her firm hands. “Cass. . .I found out a year after you “died” that you weren’t dead. Whatever I have told you before. . . erase it. This will be the only time I’m fully honest with you, so ask me what you want now, because when we go into my room. . .You’re my bitch, hear me?” He groaned as she tightened her hold on him.

“By the time I found out you hadn’t died, I was so deep in depression I was useless to my own group. I too disappeared. The kids were gone and I couldn’t get them back. . . I didn’t want to. I wasn’t going to. . .Oh fuck,” he muttered when his words forced her to squeeze his balls. The pain shot through him, but he groaned in pleasure.

Theirs' was a sick relationship. Two dominates that fought the other on who would be the first to submit. He shifted and ran his hands up her thighs. “I did nothing. In the beginning I let the system handle the girls. I was so angry with you. Then I decided to use them. It was wrong, but I knew it would get you back to me.”

He gripped her ass and lifted her to the desk. Once she was on the polished surface he spread her legs open. His cock stood straight up and was leaking the oily proof of his arousal. “So I waited. I groomed them. I forced them to live different lives. One with the silver spoon. One with life’s hard lessons.”

His fingers played with her pussy and he pulled on her velvet lips. “Yes, I knew what was happening to Gabi. Yea, I was pissed. Several of her foster families will never be found. . . most all that harmed her were dealt with once they were done with her.” He grabbed both of Cassandra’s wrists and locked them behind her back with one hand, then he returned his attention to her exposed cunt.

“I’m a bastard I know that. But I want to know whose the better spy. The one with the silver spoon or the one that fights from the bottom and forces their way up to the surface.”

He pushed two fingers into Cass’ pussy. “I think it’s the guttersnipe. . .what do you think?”

Alex continued to finger-fuck his wife with deep thrusts. His nails scrapped her walls and he moved his mouth down after releasing her wrists. He captured her clit in his mouth and began to taunt the swollen nub with his teeth and tongue. “I’m waiting for an answer Cass, love.”
 
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Gabi followed her sister. She decided for once to let the men sort themselves out. Never had she felt so fatigued, not even when she was supposed to be dying. It scared her to feel so vulnerable.

She striped off her clothes and took a quick shower before climbing into bed. Her body just felt different somehow. It was too responsive and sore.

Crawling under the crisp covers she closed her eyes and sighed. Now, finally she could rest before the next crisis. She could sleep and then she'd feel better. She was trusting her sister to have her back here but her fears kept her brain restless, why was she so tired? What did their parents want? When would they have to jump up and save the world again? All their good works had been undone by the clinic explosion, people were dying all over the world and they could stop it. Then again she was so tired she didn't feel like she could get up one more time, not even to save the world. Maybe later, if she got some rest, she'd feel full of energy again? She hoped so, this current state of being left her feeling more vulnerable than she could ever remember feeling before.
 
Sophia

Sophia watched her sister disappear into the shower and she knew that eventually she’d be sleeping. She looked to Tom and studied him. “Please. . .please let her rest,” she pleaded with him. She knew that if she needed to she’d ask Reese to guard her sister and she wondered if she would have to ask that of him, but she held off, hoping that Tom wasn’t the complete ass he sometimes appeared to be and could see that Gabi wasn’t herself and she needed sleep. Didn’t they all?

She took Reese’s hand and led him to the patio, where a swing rested on brass hooks. She sat down and when he did she curled up next to him. “He’s right. This place is probably so bugged a flea couldn’t shit without being heard. I really need to talk to you privately though.” It was then that an idea slammed into her.

“Let’s go swimming!” she said. Her fingers were again in his and she grinned wide. "We'll just have to swim really close to each other," she whispered against Reese's ear.

“Will you go swimming with me?” she asked Reese. She was sure there would be suits in the guest house, and if not, it wasn’t a big deal Reese had seen her naked, and right now sex was the farthest thing from Sophia’s mind and she was sure Reese wasn’t that keen on doing it right now either, after all he’d been ill.
 
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Reese just dove in. He had seen the pool, how clear and calm the water looked, and sprinted for it. The splash was loud in his ears, but wonderful at the same time. He loved it, screaming and laughing at the same time.

How long since he had just had a good swim? Oh, it had been forever. He spent a couple of days in Arizona, and before that a week in the Russian Tundra. It was awful for him, just awful.

"I missed you," He said, when she finally got into the water, and he could hug her solidly, their bodies pressing against each other.

"We should talk, quietly so they can't hear... " He was ready and eager to know what she wanted him to do, how she wanted him to help her escape.
 
Sophia swam several laps, allowing the water to wash over her and sooth her muscles that ached and pulled at her. She made her way to Reese and when he wrapped his arms around her, the warmth of his touch consumed her. His skin was hot and she found herself wanting to melt into him. She knew it was wrong and stupid to fall in love with him, and let him in so she hesitated in what she had planned for them.

His whispered words went unheard to any but her and she slipped her mouth as close to his ear as she could while making it look like she was seducing him. “I want out. I want to be normal. I want a quiet place somewhere, anywhere where I can be simply a woman with a life. Can you do that for me? Can you help me?” she whispered against his ear.

Their bodies were pressed so tightly together she couldn’t help but remember the last time they were so intimate. “I don’t know how to do it alone. I have funds, I have passports, but they are all back at MIT at a park there. But baby, I can’t do it alone.”
 
"You can't do it alone. We need everyone to go with us. We need your sister, and we need Tom. Tom's helpful, he has resources. We all have resources we can use."

People to tap, money to wire, passports to fake and then destroy. Yes, they did have a lot to do. It is not easy faking your own death, or covering it up. A good coverup too, one where a person like her father who has spent his life covering up death's could not find them anymore.

Reese smiled, "We can do it. Of course we can. I want to help. I'm good at helping."
 
Sophia stayed pressed against him and lowered her head to his shoulder. “I don’t want Tom along,” she whispered. “I have resources. You do. Gabi does. Reese. . .” She pulled away just enough for her to see his eyes. “Reese, I don’t trust him. Please. . . there has to be a way. Can’t we just take my sister and leave him out of it.”

She moved back into his arms and held him tightly. Her face pressed against his neck. “I’ll take him if I have too. . . but God, baby. . .I just don’t trust him. He makes my stomach somersault and I want to throw up.”

She shifted in his arms and felt the water rolling between them. “If you insist we bring him in, then I will. I just want to be free Reese. I want to sit on an island, sip margaritas and watch the sunset. I will do whatever you think we need to do.”

She wasn’t fully confident in Reese’s mind set, but right now he was willing to help and she needed his help. “Lets swim and when your ready we can head back to the house.”
 
It was so much fun to swim again. He loved to swim. Why hadn't he gone swimming before? He had always been too busy, but swimming only took an hour out of his day. He was so busy he couldn't waste an hour doing something he loved?

What kind of person was he like before? Everyone hated him, but everyone needed him. He never swam, but he always seemed to get out of jams just like these.

He didn't like the old Reese, he liked himself now. It was better, easier. There was no need for this thick brick wall betwen everyone. If he loved Sophia he could just tell her, and be with her, without it turning into some stupid game, or using it to his advantage.

He couldn't think of a time where he ever had sex with her just to make love.. only for his purpose. Always a purpose he could not get away from.

But, not anymore.

He did a canonball into the water, watching it splash all around him. It was so much fun.

He finally got out as his hands started pruning up, wiping himself with a towel.

"Maybe we could go get a private room," He whispered to Sophia as soon as she got out of the pool, his lips on her neck, "Maybe we should be alone for awhile."
 
Sophia shivered in Reese’s embrace. She felt the warmth of his kiss and she felt herself falling all over again. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. What was it about this man that held her? Why could he play with her mind, body, soul and conquer her? Why could she kill a stranger, but when it came to Reese she was a weak lamp? She thought of Gabi. Gabi wasn’t weak. Gabi was strong, confident, sure of what she wanted from a man and she took it. As Sophia offered her neck to Reese she found that she didn’t want to be like Gabi. . .at least not when it came to sex. She wanted to be herself and for her. . .this was what she wanted. Reese.

She stepped away and took his hand. “I would like that. It’s been so long. I want you on that island with me. . .the one I want when we leave the group. I want to start over. Please. . . please let us start over.”

Her fingers ran over his lips and she traced their shape. “There was another house. I’m sure it has a bedroom we can use. Gabi has one and I don’t think she’s ready for Tom to visit her.” She blushed and tucked her head into his chest.

“We can use one of the rooms in the other house.”

She took his hand and continued to hold it as they walked toward the other guest house and eventually found a spare bedroom.
 
“You’re a bastard,” Cassandra hissed as her body welcomed his continued thrusting. She clenched his fingers tighter enjoying the sensation of her body being used for his purposes. “I didn’t know they were involved. . .” she muttered, “until later.”

Cass reached out and grabbed his hair. Her fingers becoming tangled in the thick locks. “They ever find out they’ll hate you. You know that, don’t you.”

Her mouth collided with his, her tongue making fast work of his mouth. She bit his lower lip drawing blood, which she immediately began to suck and savor. “You fucked them up. You know that,” she growled.

Cassandra felt her body tighten and she groaned deep. “Oh fuck Alex.” She shuddered violently and knew she was on the edge of release. “Now baby. Oh God Alex, taste me. Now!” she yelled at him, releasing his head and spreading her legs wider. She lay fully on the desk top and grabbed her pert nipples. She twisted and teased them as she waited impatiently for her husband to drink and eat from her sex.

When he didn’t immediately she knew it was because she’d yet to answer his question. “Guttersnipe,” she choked out. “Gabriella is the better of the two. . . She doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve. Now fuck me Alex!”
 
He moved with her, as fast as he could. There was this wonderful waiting that soothed him as they moved up the stairs to the bedroom.

Once they were inside with the door closed he moved to her, embracing her. Their lips met, his fingers entangled in her hair with a ferocity. Their breathing came short and rugged, he could not bear just standing there with her.

What little was left of his bathing suit fell to the floor, as he helped her to remove her clothing. he pushed her on the bed, still half clothed, still breathing. He fell on top of her, kissing her, finding parts of her body he wanted to kiss.

A hunger had grown inside him, deep and unmovable. It lingered on his tongue as he searched her flesh. He licked her soft skin, pale and beautiful under him. Her neck, her breasts, her lips, he kissed her forehead and every other spare inch of skin he could find.

"Oh... I love you," He said, his fingers moving between her legs, finding her sex already wet and hot.
 
Sophia was alive again as she melted into his kisses. She felt the heated touch of his fingers against her skin and she moaned for more. He gave her what she wanted with his hands moving into her hair, holding her head to his lips, his tongue moving with hers. She couldn’t get enough air as they kissed, her lungs begging for more.

When he stood before her naked, his hands moving over her skin helping to rid herself of the clothes she’d tossed on over her suit, she studied him, noting every ripple of muscle she wanted to lick, taste, bite, and suck. She moaned against him when he pushed her to the bed and she watched him gaze down on her.

Sophia squirmed against the cool blankets that laid beneath her and her skin began to burn as he touched her with his tongue. Her skin was repeatedly marked by him and she welcomed every lick he gave her. Her nipples were aching for attention and her body only wanted to be possessed by him.

Her legs fell open. Her sex willingly accepting his touch as if it she were made just for him. His confession of love touched her, it always did and she too felt it. She too felt love, but to tell him, to give him those words. . .that tool, it was to much. She squeezed his fingers and her hips rose. “Love me Reese,” she whispered.

Her fingers ran down her sides and back up again. She cupped her breasts, pushed them into her chest and kneaded them with firm hands. Sophia looked at his eyes as her sex became more wet from his digits driving in and out of her. “Oh baby. . . please. . .please don’t stop, loving me,” she whispered to him. Her eyes thick with desire and want.
 
The way she squirmed under him could not be denied. She moved just the right way, accenting him, urging him. Her very legs wrapping around him, holding him close. He could do nothing except continue to lick her, to suck her, to move against her with his own touch.

He had to move down though, his lips hot and ready on her stomache, pushing down further, until his tongue licked at her thighs. He remembered those thighs, remembered them as they straddled him. The first time they met, Panama.

He kissed each one, his lips wet, his tongue playful and careening inside of her, pushing in deeper. Her legs were open and ready for him, slipping her legs around his head, holding him close to her.

He licked her slit. Up and down, his tongue was hungry, eager to lap up more and more. The taste of her cum on his lips, on his tongue was unbearable. It drove him wild beyond everything else. He needed her now, there was nothing else that mattered, nothing else he was aware. With her thighs around him, cutting him off from the rest of the world.

It was his own tongue, and her wet dripping cunt. He slid it inside her, his tongue hot, wet, hard, licking at her, pushign inside. Deep inside her, licking deeper and deeper.
 
Alex grinned as her words reached him. There was never a doubt in his mind what she would say. She knew as well as he did that Sophia was weak. The one thing that made a spy weak was heart and obviously Sophia didn’t have a good grasp on hers. With his thoughts confirmed he hooked his chair with his foot and slid it up to him. He sat down and moved his fingers from his wife’s cunt. Both hands were placed on her thighs and he forced them wider apart. Her panties had long been pushed out of the way and it took little effort to rip them from her.

When her pussy was openly exposed to him, his mouth latched onto her velvet cunt and he began to tease and pull the wet slips of flesh.

“You smell just like the whore I remember you to be,” he groaned against her cunt. His words forced a large drop of juice to escape and he smirked before sucking it up.

He then rammed two fingers into her slick opening, rotated them, fucking her hard and furiously before slipping them out and ordering her to lift her hips. She did and her reward was his fingers ramming into her ass.

He fucked her tight cavern while his mouth went back to her pussy. He plowed her hard and fast until she was bucking against his face. He tasted her sex and hungered for more. Alex moved his face up and down on her pussy, his teeth pulling and biting at her clit. He knew he had to have her begging and pleading for release.

His fingers rammed deeper into her ass and he plunged three fingers from his other hand into her cunt while working her clit.

“Come for me slut,” he growled against her slick pussy.

“You know you want to. Come for me bitch and then I’ll take you to my room.” His mouth worked her pussy into a frenzy and he knew she was going to give him what he wanted.
 
Sophia’s hips rose and fell as they bucked against Reese. Her body seemed to shake and tense up, then shake again. She had no thoughts, just need. She had a need that only he could quench. “Oh God Reese!” she screamed as the world exploded around her.

She felt the slick moisture escape her and cover her lover as the colors of the rainbow cascaded over her clenched lids. Sheets of red hot liquid collided with orange and gold. Sparks danced behind her eyes as her body grew tight and her joints ached. Her toes curled and her fingers clenched the sheets and she cried over and over for him not to stop.

She knew he wouldn’t and he didn’t. He continued bringing her to a monumental climax. She had no words. She couldn’t form them, let alone speak coherently. The woman beneath the man was no longer with him, but on another plane of existence. She was nothing and something all wrapped together.

As her body wilted and her breathing tried to return to normal, little tremors of heat ran through her and she knew she’d come again when he was ready to claim her once more. “Reese, oh God baby. . . I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Please. Please Reese.”

Her eyes stared into his and she begged and pleaded with heated words and hot glances. “Now baby. . .please.”
 
"I love you," He came up, kissing her, pulling her back onto the bed slowly, carefully. He knew she would spread her legs on her own, but he didn't let her. He did it himself, on top of her, mounting her, his hands moving down to her smooth slim thighs, moving first on and then the other.

He was spreading her for him, his body pushing against her now naked sex, eager to accept him. A single thrust pushed his cock inside her, lined them up perfectly. He groaned hard as she gripped him, pulling him deep inside her.

There were no other feelings, no other thoughts. The world had become them joined together, slipping inside each other. His cock and her pussy collided together, pulling over and over tagain. He had to kiss her, had to feel her in his mouth, on his fingers, on his cock screaming for more.

"Sophia... Oh God," He bit her neck as hard as he could, anything to stop from screaming against her ear. He couldn't help it, he had to have her, needing more, even her as her own sex gripped him harder.

"More," He purred, fucking her, pushing harder, thrusting deep inside, "Oh god Sophia. Yes."
 
Sophia felt his sex possessing her and she welcomed it with hungry thrusts. The bite he marked her with she knew would be one she gazed upon and wanted to have on other places that only Reese would ever own. It was all for him. She was all his. No other mattered. They were the missing link that the other craved, at least to Sophia that was how she felt. "Reese. . .," she cried against his neck. "I love you," she whispered through her whimpering.

Her body was begging him for more. His body owned her. She belonged to him and as they moved together she found herself wanting to take him with her no matter where they were. Her fingers moved down his back her nails marking his skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as they made love.

She gripped his ass firmly, her legs wrapping around him and locking him inside her. She felt the texture of their sexes blending together. Felt the weight of him on her and she marveled at how right it seemed.

The world seemed to melt around them as she pressed herself fully against his sex. The sounds of their loving continued to fill the air and Sophia pleaded for him to own her. Her fingers moved to his hair, lifting him from her shoulder and forcing their lips to touch and merge as she rode the waves of heat that ran through her veins.
 
His breath hot on her neck. The air around them electrified with silent sex. Grunting and moaning again, as the inevitable push toward the climax began. It would start, slowly and easily enough with their rhythm increasing.

Blood.

Sex.

Thrust.

The eternal pounding in their heads blocking out all other thought, pushing them towards that moment of sex, pure orgasm sliding across her thighs. The bed creaked and groaned its protests at their devilish dance, but no one cared.

They were beyond the point of caring. Nuclear war could start and they'd be beyond the point of caring.

Their nuclear explosion. A big hot release of air and wind, rising through them, pushing past them. His cock drove through her, punishing her sex with every thrust, screaming with its intent, red, fiery, alive with the wired tendons of ancestry.

Ready to release.

The world dawned upon them anew, bright flashes of sunlight peering over the edge of mountains cliffs on their eager awaiting faces. Everything turned from shadow to substance around them, peeling off the fabric of dark and mastyerious in one failed swoop.

Reese could not take it anymore, he gripped her tender flesh, hard. Blood flowed easily from his marks. Teeth, fingernails, her veins opened to the heated air around them, boiling at the heat. They mixed with the sex and sweat already coating them. His hard muscles glided easily along her soft flesh.

Wild abandon as he came inside her, pumping his lifeforce deep into her womb.

Reese could only breath afterwards, calling out Sophia's name as he licked at her wounds, cherishing her sweeto body next to him. His heart, breath, and blood had to return to status, making way for their next rise and fall of sex.

His cock never deflated inside her though, too hot, too wet, their movements against each other too strong to deny.
 
Cassandra’s climax ripped through her and showered her husband’s face with her slick, hot juices. She screamed his name and thrashed against him. She heard his growl of lust as he sucked and drank from her pussy. Her fingers curled into the desk and she bit her lip, tasting her own blood, knowing she’d abused her mouth to the point of bruising and swelling of it.

Her eyes lit up as she rode higher, crashed down and the slammed into rocky shores of orgasmic bliss. Her legs kept him anchored to her cunt and she shuddered violently as the last roll of heat rocketed over her.

As she calmed her breathing, Alex licking the nectar from her cunt and thighs she thought of her daughters and what both had admitted. What could be done to bring Sophia around to make her heart hard? She would have to ponder this later, she told herself as she released the grip on her spouse’s neck, right now she had a room to visit and a cock to enjoy.

She sat up, her fingers gripping Alex’s hair. She pulled him from her pussy and rammed her tongue down his throat, drinking and smelling her sexual release just seconds ago, still fresh on his lips.

“Now. . .what is this room you’re all anxious to see me in?” she smirked as she licked her lips and then ran her tongue over his come-covered chin.
 
Sophia’s screams filled the room as her body exploded with Reese’s. She covered him with her nectar while stroking and taking his seed. “Ohhh... my God,” she cried. Her tears fell down her cheeks and splashed onto the sheets wetting them. Her muscles ached. Her chest burned. Her throat hurts from her ragged breathing.

“Reese,” she whimpers and pleads. The pain is not horrid, but noticeable. She shook, her body was violently tense to the point that it hurt to move, breath and think. Her fingers fell from his sides and lay still on the bed. Her lips tremble as she tries to return to him.

She whispers his name and lifts her hips. “Ohh..” she hisses. A feeling deep inside her awakens and she grinds softly against him. She flexes her muscles around him and whispers into his ear. “I’m begging you. . . don’t leave me.”

Her words are all she can give him. She has nothing more. He owns everything already. He owns her soul. She kisses his neck, licks his jaw and finally reaches his mouth, where she tastes his tongue as well as the hint of her juice still hidden inside behind his warm lips.

“Whatever we have to do I’ll do it,” she tells him. “I just want to be with you.”
 
"It can always be like this," He snuggled close to her, their bodies intertwined together under the sheets. His head nuzzled against her shoulder. Everything coming together in some perfect unsion he had not seen before.

"I just want to be with you, forever. I've always loved you, and I always will."

He took a moment with that, thinking of it. What did they have, if not something together. What were they, if not insperable? He needed her, yes, he knew that now. To function in the world, to be whole once more, he needed her.

"Sophia, I want to ask you something."

She had a few loose strands of hair that he pulled back behind her ear, looking at her kind face. He held it in his hands, still sweaty from their encounter, still glowing with her happiness.

"I know we've had a troubled past, but that is all behind us now. We can move on, and with this... no one will find us. It can just be you and me."

He squeezed her hand, kissing her deeply.

"Sophia, will you marry me?"
 
Sophia’s eyes grew wide and misted with tears. She could have everything she wanted. She could have her island, her lover, her sister. No freaking weird parents. Reese would make it happen for her. He would stake his claim on her in a way that no one could touch. She touched his lips with her fingers and smiled softly. “I’d love to marry you.” Her fingers slipped to his hair and she pulled him close. Her tongue danced with his until she pulled away.

Her thoughts had eventually broken through the wave of joy she was experiencing and she studied him. “God Baby. . .how? How do we do it? They won’t let us? They’ll come after us. Just like people came after my parents.”

She fell back to the bed and studied the ceiling. “We can’t talk anymore about this, not until we are away from this place. When do you think that will be?” Her fingers slid down his chest and she flicked one of his nipple with her fingernails.

“I want this to happen, I’ll even use Tom if I have to,” she whispered into the air. She knew somewhere there were cameras. The only person safe really was Tom. . .he had his toys, toys she needed to use so she and Reese could plot and plan.
 
Mark watches Gabi go silently. He does exactly as he said. He goes to the other guest house and sleeps after rigging the room so no one can enter without him knowing of course. He does not try to hide the fact or anything else he does. While the others fuck he rests, rejuvenating himself much as Gabi is. Though he does not know she does the same.

He feels drained, more so than at any other point in his career as a spy except one. His sleep is uneasy, tossing and turning and peaceful by turns. one name is on his lips though he'd not admit it. Gabi.
 
He had to wait to react this time. Tom hated waiting. It was one of those ignorant things humans did in order to please others. They waited, in fact, some of them even waited patiently. Could Tom grab his head around that? Someone sitting in a room, waiting for someone else to arrive, smiling, whistling to himself, wondering where that person is but knowing he'll be there soon enough.

Tom wanted to personally put bullets into the heads of each and every person who did that. Just kill them off, make them wait for eternity to decide which would be better for them, heaven or hell. Both did have their advantages.

This was not patient waiting, but he had to make due. He could not play with Gabrielle the way he wanted with this fucking Mark running around. A man with a chip on his shoulder soo big, it made him look like a knight in fucking armor.

He was in the guest house, sleeping soundly, safekeepings up to keep people like Tom here outside. Tom could only smile, moving back to the other house. Now, why in the world would he want to get in Mark's room.

That wasn't the room he wantd to get into...

No, not at all.

Tom silently pushed on the door to Gabi's room, feeling resistance. A sharp thrust knocked it open, the wood screaming slightly at the forced entry.

There she was. Calm and serene, laying on the bed with the covers up. Tom paused in silent reflection at the Hall*MArk moment right there. so calm and serene, how could one ever think of doing harm to this perfect angel.

Tom removed the blankets from her, noticing she was naked underneath. Her small lithe frame resting silently on her side. He lay down next to her, moving the covers back up.

It was time.

By the time he woke her, kissing her nose over and over again until he opened her eyes, there had been a few changes down. She was no longer on her side, but on her back. Her hands stretched out, cuffed to the bedposts, legs the same way. She was stretched as far as she could be, and still be comfortable, of course.

This wasn't about being uncomfortable. It was about pain.

She had been sound sleep. Tom knew if she hadn't he never would have got this far. Her eyes would have fluttered open the minute she heard the door open, already up and ready to kick his ass, or fuck him senseless, whichever would come first.

"I'm glad you finally decided to wake up," He mused, kissing at her neck, his crimson lips coming out to nuzzle against her, taste the soft flesh she had to offer.

"I wanted you to be awake for this. How are you doing... my Sophia?"
 
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