I can barely control the growl of lust that threatens to escape my throat as
I stare down at Mark's prone body laying so passively before me. My hand
reaches out and gently traces along his spine down to his well-rounded hips,
smiling, I skim my fingers along his inner thighs, eliciting a slight growl
from him.
He squirms and spreads his legs, even though I know he's uncomfortable about
being in this position. I stop my torture as I reach up and snap the final
handcuff to his wrist and the strong iron post of the bed. I grin as he
immediately pulls at it, testing it. A heavy sigh escapes his lips as he
finds it secure. He's at my complete mercy and he knows it.
I move behind him, straddling his muscular thighs, reaching down and cupping
his firm ass cheeks, smiling as I part them for my viewing pleasure. He
tugs at the restraints. I have a feeling that I'm the first one to see the
quivering puckered opening besides his mom and his doctor.
Grinning wickedly, I lean down and lick at his opening. He jumps and
practically throws me off him.
"Sensitive," I tease as I get back astride of him.
"Don't tease," he growls under his breath, which has become more ragged in
the last few minutes. Interesting.
I feel like a cat with a mouse right now and I plan on playing with him all
night long.
I spread his cheeks again and lick at the opening, this time allowing my
tongue to probe into the tightness. He holds still this time, but I don't
miss the slight growl that escapes his throat as he pulls at his restraints.
"Do you like that?" I ask teasingly.
He merely growls. I know that if he had his way right now, I would be flat
on my back with him pounding into me relentlessly, but tonight I'm in
control. He's submitting to me, but I know that he will never admit that he
likes it.
I suck on one of my fingers before I slowly slip it inside of him. He
hisses as it pushes through the tight ring of muscle.
"Adam...don't," he whispers with an almost pleading tone.
I have to force myself to ignore him. I want to watch him come unglued as I
fuck him, to cry out my name. If I release him, he may never give me
another chance to be in control.
"Mark," I whisper, "you said that I could be in charge," I quickly remind
him in the most innocent voice that I could muster.
I hear him sigh and his face buries in his pillow. I know that I've won
that little argument and I grin wickedly. I have to admit that I didn't
think he would go through with it. It's hard for a man like him to give up
control.
~MARK'S POV~
FUCK! What have I gotten myself into? I tug at the handcuffs once again.
Yep, they are secure.
I can't control the gasp that escapes my lips as he adds another one of his
long delicate fingers inside of me. Shit! He's slowly pumping them in and
out of me, stretching me for......
I grit my teeth as those long teasing fingers brush against my prostate.
Bingo! Shit! Did I just moan?
Damn!
I turn and glare at him. He smiles innocently as he wiggles his eyebrows
and flashes me the most beautiful smile.
"Ummm....did that feel good Markie?" He asks with a smirk.
Just wait until I get out of these fucking cuffs. I'll fuck him through
the mattress and then we'll see who's still smirking.
~ADAM'S POV~
I can't control my smile as I hear him moan. He actually moaned in pleasure
as I'm finger fucking him. He turns and glares at me, thinking that he's
just shown a sign of weakness, but I think he's extremely sexy.
I position myself so that I'm sitting on the small of his back. I moan as I
feel just how warm his skin is as my balls brush against the smoothness of
his huge, muscular back. I slowly start massaging his tense shoulders,
smiling as I feel him relax some as I apply more pressure. I slowly rub my
arms down his huge arms admiring the tattoos.
"Beautiful," I whisper in his ear.
He chuckles as he relaxes underneath me, but once I raise up and position
myself behind him, spreading his legs wider, he tenses again.
"Mark, raise up on your hands and knees," I whisper seductively.
I'm a little surprised when he actually does as I requested. I reach
underneath him and before he can protest, I snap the cock ring on.
"FUCK! Take if off, Adam!" He growls dangerously.
I move back a little as he struggles uselessly with his restraints. Oh
yeah, he's mine.
~MARK'S POV~
Fuck! It hurts!
I sigh as I remember that I agreed to this. I must control my temper.
With my most calmest voice that I could muster under the painful
circumstance, I whisper, "Please take it off."
~ADAM'S POV~
He said please?
No. I won't fall for it. It's a trick.
I position myself behind him and slowly proceed to push the head of my cock
into his tight entrance.
He stops moving. Shit, I don't think he's breathing.
"Mark?" I ask nervously, concerned that I had actually hurt him.
"What?" He asks gruffly.
"Are you alright?"
He laughs, but not a normal laugh, but more of a demonic one. "Stupid
question my beautiful Adam. Earlier today, I was a hit man, a damn good
one. Now, I'm wearing a cock ring and I have your cock up my ass, and you
ask if I'm alright?"
I'm silent for a moment, then I couldn't hold it in any longer. I laughed
until I couldn't laugh anymore. I wipe the tears away from my eyes. God,
who knew laughter could hurt so much.
"Go ahead and laugh, Adam. Just remember that payback is a bitch," Mark
growls angrily.
I finally manage to compose myself and start thrusting into him again. He
gasps and tenses, causing me to stop.
"Mark?" I asked concerned.
"Don't you dare to fucking stop now," he growls lustfully as his hips grind
back against me.
~MARK'S POV~
Shit, I have to admit that it does feel good, but I will never, and I mean
never, admit it to Adam. He will want to do me more often, and to tell you
the truth I don't think that my old heart can stand it. Submission just
isn't in my vocabulary.
I hope no one will ever find out about this. I'm letting a beautiful blond
fuck me silly. Ok, so he is technically my wife, but I'm still taking it up
the ass.
I moan as his thrusts become more desperate and his breathing irregular.
That's it baby, come for daddy! Shoot your load and take this damn ring
off.
I grin as I feel him tense and shudder, followed by the warm sensation of
his seed as it spurts deep within me. I sigh as I feel him collapse against
my back, his long hair splaying across it, tickling it. I just wish I could
see his face right now.
I allow him a few minutes to recover.
"Adam?" I whisper.
"Ummmm," he moans as he snuggles against my back, kissing it lightly.
"Take the ring off," I whisper softly to him.
"Oops," he whispers apologetically as he gently slides out of me and
reaches under me.
He pauses.
I turn and look at him. An evil smile slides across his face and he waves
his index finger at me. "Not yet," he whispers.
Fuck! I'm history judging by the look he's giving me.
~ADAM'S POV~
Wait a minute. Release the ring? Let him go? No way!
I know that he'll never agree to do this again, so I better enjoy it while I
can.
"I'm not finished with you yet, big guy," I growl as I crawl off the bed
and stand. I let him watch me as I lube myself and slowly stretch myself
using the vibrator that Trish gave me earlier. I work it in and out of me
slowly, seductively. I moan as I glance down at him.
He licks his lips as he watches my every movement hungrily.
When I think that I'm stretched enough for that enormous cock of his, I
motion for him to get back on his hands and knees. He growls lustfully as
he does it and it sends shivers down my spine. He knows that he is about to
fuck me.
I don't want to release his hands, so I reach underneath him. He hisses as
I release the ring. I smile as he doesn't spill immediately, sweet, he's
saving it for my ass.
I slowly maneuver myself under him. He raises his large frame up, allowing
me to slip underneath him on my hands and knees. He quickly closes in on
me, his cock seeking entrance. I gasp as the head of it quickly finds my
opening, and without warning, he thrusts hard, spearing me with it, impaling
me on it.
I can't control the moan of surprise that escapes my throat.
"Tease," he whispers in my ear as he nips at my shoulder with his teeth.
Fuck! I'm suppose to be in charge here. I try to wiggle away from him, but
his strong immediately pin mine and his forearms effectively hold me in
place. I find myself trapped under him as he humps me hard and fast.
Not that I'm complaining. I love him, every inch of him. His face nuzzles
in my hair until he is finally able to latch onto my neck. I scream as he
sucks on it feverishly, gently nipping at it, marking me.
I feel him tense as his seed fills my insides with one hot spurt after
another. I come again without his hands ever touching my cock. His weight
is too much for my spent body and I collapse to the bed with him quickly
following, crushing me against the mattress.
Finally the need to breath overwhelms me and I wiggle underneath him. He
reluctantly lets me crawl out from under him.
"Adam," he growls.
I smile as I lazily reach up and undo the cuffs. Once he is free, I expect
him to strangle me, but he merely rubs his wrists. Without warning, he
scoops me into his huge arms, kissing the top of my head. I smile as I
snuggle against him, never wanting this moment to end.
We both jump as his cell phone rings. I giggle as I watch him walk across
the room to retrieve it. He's walking gingerly and it causes me to giggle
more. He glares at me as he answers it. I watch as his facial expression
changes. Anger replaces it's warm sexual afterglow.
"Fuck!" He growls as he throws the phone down, quickly pulling on his
clothes.
*~*~*~*~*~*
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Once I thought that love was something I could never do
Never knew that I could feel this much
But this yearning in the deep part of my heart for you
Is more than a reaction to your touch
It's a perfect passion and I can't get enough.
The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
There ain't nothing 'bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, the way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There ain't nothing 'bout you
That don't do something for me.
In my life I've been hammered by some heavy blows
That never knocked me off my feet
All you gotta do is smile at me and down I go
And baby it's no mystery why I surrender
Boy you got everything!
author note: The song "Ain't Nothing 'Bout You" is by Brooks and Dunn. Sorry, but I
changed a few words to make it fit the story.
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~CHRIS' POV~
I gently place his arms above his head, carefully placing the handcuffs on
his wrists. He looks up at me with so much trust and love his eyes. God,
why couldn't things be different?
I tug at the chain holding the cuffs. It's secure.
I glance back down at him. No. I can't love him. I can't.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I smile as I look up into his beautiful blue eyes. Even though they are
beautiful, they've changed somehow. They seem almost predatory as he checks
my cuffs.
Damn, he's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Four days from now, he will
be mine to cherish forever.
I sigh as I willingly submit to my beautiful lover.
~CHRIS' POV~
I can't resist leaning down and kissing him, blanketing him with my body as
my tongue slips in between his slightly parted lips, swirling with his
tongue. I moan as he kisses back with so much passion that I become dizzy.
He grins as he finally breaks the kiss, allowing me to breath. Fuck, I'm
suppose to be the one in charge.
"You are so beautiful," he whispers in a deep, seductive voice, sending
chills down my spine.
I blush as I lean down and kiss along his neck. A soft growl escapes his
throat as I work my way downwards, pinching his nipples hard before licking
them gently with my tongue, gently swirling it around each of them. He
yanks at his restraints.
Smiling, I slowly lick my way down his quivering abdomen, pausing to flick
my tongue into his belly button.
"Fuck!" He growls as he arches up off the bed, pulling more fiercely at his
restraints.
I continue downwards as he squirms underneath me. Silently, I curse myself.
This wasn't part of my plan.
A faint smile slides across my face as I see his cock is rock hard and
jutting upwards from it's blond nest of curls. I swirl my tongue around the
head, lapping at the tip, tasting him. Smiling at the salty taste, I lick
along the rigid underside of it causing him to growl as he thrusts upwards.
Slowly, I take his cock into my mouth, careful not to gag.
He wraps his legs around my back, holding me in place.
~BENOIT'S POV~
God, I think I've died and went to heaven. No other mouth could be that
heavenly. I want to run my fingers through his long, blonde hair, but the
damn cuffs won't let me.
I groan as he lets my cock slip from his mouth. He kisses the head of it as
he tries to raise up. I clinch my legs around him tighter, refusing to
release him. I want to feel more of that silky tongue and warm mouth.
He looks up at me and grins as he manages to pry my legs apart and slip out
of my reach.
Shit.
"Bad boy," he whispers as he raises up, trying to compose himself. His face
is flush and his lips are full and ripe from sucking my cock.
I grin as he slowly gets astride of me. My cock twitches in anticipation as
he slowly lowers himself on it. Yeah, ride it.
~CHRIS' POV~
I can't control the moan that escapes my throat as I impale myself on his
long, thick cock.
I gasp as he thrusts upwards. God, why does it have to feel so good? So
right?
I grind against him, loving how he fills me so completely. How can something
that feels so right, be so wrong?
he arches up, thrusting hard into me as his warm seed spurts deep inside of
me, marking me as his.
I start to reach for my cock.
"NO!" He growls. "I want to feel you inside of me."
I shiver at his words. He actually wants me?
~BENOIT'S POV~
I grin at the confused look on his face. It takes him a moment to process
my request, but finally he lifts himself off me. I spread my legs for him,
allowing him to lift them and position himself between them. I see the
uncertainty on his face.
"It's alright. I'm already lubed and stretched," I whisper with a smile.
What can I say? I liked Trish's idea.
He smiles in relief as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders, slowly pressing
his long, slender cock into me. I bite my lip at the wonderful,
excruciating pain.
He pauses halfway in, letting me adjust. Fuck that!
I grind my hips against him, impaling myself on him. He moans as he looses
himself in the sensations, his head is thrown back in passion as he thrusts
into me.
"Kiss me," I beg.
He leans down and kisses me hard as he pounds into me. Our tongues swirl
together, mating, as our bodies grind desperately together.
He tenses and raises up slightly as he explodes inside of me. I raise up
and suck at his exposed neck as his body trembles with release.
I come again just watching him, splattering his torso and my abdomen.
I moan as he falls forward on me, completely spent. I enjoy the tender
moment as his chest heaves in a attempt to control his breathing.
I grin a goofy grin. I don't think that I've ever been this satisfied after
sex.
~CHRIS' POV~
I try desperately to catch my breath.
God, that was amazing.
As I lay on top of him, I don't want to move. However, I know what must be
done. No matter how I feel about him, it doesn't change what he has done to
my family.
A promise is a promise.
My hand slides under his pillow and I grip the knife tightly that I had
stashed there earlier.
I slide it out and raise it up, holding it directly above his chest. Why
couldn't things been different? I can't control the tears as they roll down
my face.
He stares up at me in disbelief. "Chris?"
"I'm so sorry," I whisper as I grip the knife tight, ready to plunge it
deep into his heart.
*~*~*~*~*
~CHRIS' POV~
"Why?" Benoit asks confused, fear clearly etched on his face.
"You killed my father," I hiss, unable to control the sob that escapes my
throat.
He looks at me even more confused. "I've never killed or ordered a hit on
anyone with the last name of Jericho."
"My fucking name is Chris Irvine," I gasp bitterly, unable to control my
emotions as tears roll down my face.
"Irvine?" He still asks confused.
He doesn't even have the decency to recognize the name. Hell, he's probably
killed so many people that my father means nothing to him.
"Chris, I swear to you...I don't know the name," he whispers, his eyes
widening as I grip the knife tighter.
"LIAR!" I scream at him.
"I swear it Chris."
I laugh. He lies so well. "I promised my mother on her death bed that I
would avenge his death. I promised to kill you," I whisper as I raise the
knife higher.
"Wait!" He gasps. "Irvine. What did your father do for a living?"
"Accountant, as if you didn't know," I growl.
He lifts an eyebrow. "He worked for Vince McMahon, didn't he?"
My eyes widen. "So you did know him. You did kill him!" I hiss.
"No, Chris. I didn't kill your father, Vince did."
"No!" I sob. "He said you did!"
"Who?" Benoit asks with a slight snort. "Vince told you?"
"Yes," I whisper, growing more confused by the moment.
"Think about it, Chris. Why would I kill Vince's accountant? He had no
value to me."
"No value?" I hiss angrily.
He realizes his mistake in choice of words and shakes his head. "I had
nothing to gain from his death, but Vince did. He was being audited. Your
father knew all his dirty deals."
My hands are trembling. He has succeeded in placing a seed of doubt in my
mind and I can't shake it. What if he is telling the truth and I kill an
innocent man?
"I love you Chris," he whispers. "Put the knife down and we'll talk."
I look at him and laugh as I wipe the tears away with my forearm. "Yeah
right, you'll slit my throat."
~BENOIT'S POV~
I watch as Mark slips from the shadows of the room and looms behind Chris.
Fuck. I never heard him come in. Now I know why they call him the deadman.
Hell, he even scares me.
I see the gun in his hand and it is pointed at the back of Chris' head. I
shake my head, when Chris lowers his eyes. One thing is for sure.....I
don't want Chris hurt.
Quicker than Chris could react, Mark grabs the knife from Chris' hand and
throws it across the room. He proceeds to grab a handful of Chris' long
silky hair and yanks his head back until he yelps in pain. A twist of his
wrist and Chris' neck would snap.
"Release his wrists," Mark growls into his ear as he places the gun at
Chris' left temple.
I sigh in relief as I see that the safety is on.
Chris whimpers as he fumbles with the cuffs. His hands are trembling, but
he finally manages to release my wrists.
"It's about time you got here," I growled at Mark as I raise up and rub my
wrists, realizing how close that I had came to death tonight. Damn Vince
was good, sowing the seed of revenge in Chris' young mind.
"Sorry, my contact just called and told me about Chris," Mark said
apologetically as he pulls Chris back against him, holding him tightly in
those huge arms until I decide what to do with him.
I stand up and go stand in front of Chris, gently caressing his face. "I
didn't kill your father, and I have no intentions of ever harming you," I
whisper truthfully.
~CHRIS' POV~
I can't stand this any more. All the lies. All the pain. Mark releases me
and I fall helplessly to the floor, curling up in a fetal position not
caring what they do to me.
Benoit kneels beside of me and gently tilts my chin up.
"I promise you that Vince will pay for what he did to your father. It will
be my wedding present to you," he whispers.
I look at him shocked, as does Mark. He still wants to marry me?
I don't resist as he lifts me up and carries me to his bed, gently laying me
down and covering me up. He gives one last thank you look at Mark before
crawling underneath the covers with me, snuggling close and stroking my
hair.
"Boss," Mark whispers, glancing at me. "I don't think...."
"It's alright Mark. He made a mistake," he whispers dismissing the big man
and his concerns.
Mark shrugs his shoulders, glaring at me. "Don't try me again," he
whispers in a threat directed at me as he walks to the corner of the room
and retrieves the knife.
"Thank you Mark," Benoit whispers as Mark is about to disappear out the
door.
Mark nods as he leaves.
My lover and soon to be husband snuggles close to me, soothing my fears and
placing soft kisses along my neck. I can't believe that I almost killed
him. How could he love me after what I tried to do?
"You don't have to marry me," I whisper.
"I can't think of anything that I want more," he whispers. "I want you
Chris. I love you. Please....marry me."
Too tired and exhausted to resist, I merely nod.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I hold him until he finally falls into a peaceful sleep. He's so scared of
me, and afraid of what I'll do. Doesn't he know that I could never hurt
him?
I love him, but heaven help Vince McMahon.
*~*~*~*~*~*
~TRISH'S POV~
"I do," both couples repeated after the minister. It amazed me that Mark
and Benoit actually managed to submit to their young beautiful lovers for an
entire week. I guess that love really does cause people to do crazy things.
I wipe away the tear that threatens to leak from my eye. I'm not suppose to
cry. I'm the bitch remember.
I watch as Benoit and Chris kiss each other. They have both been through so
much. I'm just glad that Benoit fell in love with Chris, but most of all
I'm glad that Chris didn't kill Benoit. I have to admit that I never saw
that one coming. As for Mark and Adam, well, let's just say that there's
so much passion between the pair of them that the temp in the room keeps
rising. It might just be me, but Adam seems to have Mark wrapped around his
little finger.
I glance over to where Kevin was sitting a minute ago and he's gone. No
sign of Jason either. Interesting.
~HUNTER'S POV~
As I stand next to Adam and watch Mark and him kiss, I can't help but feel a
pang of jealously. All the tears and sniveling is driving me nuts. They're
getting married, not dying. Why all the fucking crying? I'm the one who
should be crying.
Kurt left me. No real big surprise, but I just thought he was different. I
thought he genuinely loved me, but I guess a man in Kurt's position wouldn't
throw everything away for a whore like me.
I bow my head letting my hair hide the tear that slides down my cheek.
I sigh in relief as the ceremony is finally over and I finally can slip
away. A small hand wraps around my waist, and I look up and see Trish
smiling at me.
"You know life is full of surprises," she whispers. "You never know what
will happen next.
"Life sucks!" I growl in an angry whisper. She lifts an eyebrow at the
tone of my voice. Shit. Did I just say that to her? "I'm sorry
Mistress."
She merely smiles as she grabs my arm and pulls me along behind her. We
both stop as we hear Stephanie scream.
We rush back inside to find Stephanie smiling and holding up a newspaper
that just arrived by the last boat.
"Mistress Trish....look!" She exclaims joyfully, shoving the paper in my
hand. I frown as I don't think I've ever seen her this happy.
"What is it?" I ask.
"My father has been arrested. No more Titan, Inc.," she giggles. "One of
his own people sold him out to the Feds!"
I manage a faint smile as I glance at Benoit. I want to tell her that it
was Benoit's idea, but I bite my bottom lip. "It couldn't have happened to
a nicer man," I say smirking as I hand the paper to Chris.
Chris smiles as Benoit holds him closely. "Like your wedding present,
baby?" Benoit asks, winking at me.
I hear Benoit growl softly as Chris kisses him. They disappear rather
quickly and I doubt that we will see them for awhile.
I giggle as I see Mark throw Adam over his shoulder and pat his perfect ass.
I hear Adam's "very" weak protests as they head toward their cottage that
I've prepared for them. I wonder which one will find the bag of goodies I
left for them.
Oops! Hunter!
I turn and see that he has drifted away from everyone and is looming in the
background like a wounded puppy. Poor baby.
I know that Kurt actually loved Hunter, but he wasn't ready or brave enough
to sacrifice everything for a silly emotion called love.
I immediately head towards him, grabbing his arm and pulling him along.
"Come with me," I order and he follows without question.
I'm shocked as I turn the corner and find Kevin fucking Jason doggie style.
I clear my throat and Kevin does have the decency to jump in surprise.
"Mistress Trish," Jason gasps as he tries to pull away from Kevin, who
growls and holds him in place.
"Shit Trish," Kevin growls. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
"Next time get a room," I growl, rolling my eyes as I pull Hunter along
with me.
I hear Jason moan as Kevin continues where he left off. Looks like there
will be another wedding soon. Kevin can't seem to keep his hands off Jason
and vise versa.
I grin as I approach my private garden and see the man waiting patiently for
Hunter. He had taken down Vince's empire in a single night, with a little
encouragement from me and Benoit, of course.
Why did he do it? Why give up everything?
Love.
He did it to regain the lost love of one man.......Hunter.
Vince had separated them. It seemed he wanted Hunter as a son-in-law, and
Steve as his chief security officer.
Steve Austin smiled as he looked up and noticed us. His attention
immediately focusing in on Hunter. He had jumped at my offer of asylum on
my island and the chance to be with Hunter once again. Vince had made the
mistake of underestimating true love.
Hunter was still lost in his despair and hadn't noticed Steve.
"He's a fool if he left you," Steve whispered.
~HUNTER'S POV~
My head snaps up at that voice.
It couldn't be.
"Steve?" I ask hopefully, pleased to find the only man that had ever been
brave enough to admit that he loved me.
"The one and only," Steve smirks.
I laugh as I fall into his arms. Steve's embrace is so warm and strong that
I practically melt into his arms. How could I have ever left him? Why had
I listened to Vince?
"Steve, I'm so sorry....," I gasp, wanting to tell him everything.
"Shhhh," he whispers. "Shut up and kiss me."
I moan as Steve's lips press against mine.
So good.
So right.
~TRISH'S POV~
I jump as Stephanie's arms wrap around my waist.
"Ahhh, they belong together," she whispers in my ear as we watch the couple
for a moment.
"As do we," I reply, finally realizing that love is a terrible thing to
waste.
I smile at them one last time before leading her to my room.
What can I say? I do love happy endings.
I can't think of any place on earth that I'd rather be than Pleasure Island,
where love and sex totally rule.
~THE END~