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Taming Saskia.
The heat was stifling, the fan over my bed turned lazily barely disturbing the flies jostling for the best places to sit along its rusting blades.
"James darling, how are you?" Sarah asked with impressively convincing compassion as she swept into the room.
I raised myself up "Not so bad," I managed to say before my strength ebbed and I fell back
"Oh, dear, you look so ill, I'll send for the nurse." she replied with a barely repressed smile.
I cursed my luck, absolutely typical that I get struck by malaria miles from what I considered to be civilisation, and stuck with Saskia, my darling wife.
Lord knows why I had allowed myself to marry her, she loathed me as much as I detested her, but it seemed a good career move at the time, and she was stunningly beautiful and achingly sexy but it was because she was not a UK national while her father with typical Russian cynicism had badly wanted UK citizenship for his darling daughter and as an up and coming trader working primarily for her father's company I fitted the bill nicely, we even signed a pre nuptial agreement, so she could ditch me after two years without losing too much.
We must have had sex six or maybe seven times in that two years of married bliss, I think we had dinner together twice and otherwise we lived separate lives from the Mayfair townhouse which her father gave us as a wedding present, and to be honest, it was quite pleasant, she had her rooms I had mine, she had her lovers and I had mine, and it was all wonderfully civilised.
The holiday invitation was unexpected, but like all Vladimir's requests something that I could hardly turn down and so Saskia and I arrived in the wilds of northern Turkey that fateful day in August.
Malarial mosquito country, "It is a wonderful place to invest, and so soon will be in EU," Vladimir insisted, as we booked into the largest of the small collection of seedy hotels in the seedy little town.
I don't know how that bloody mosquito got under my mosquito net but when I woke there was the itching evidence of a bite on my arm and I didn't feel so good.
Saskia quickly found me some anti malarial pills for me, on reflection she found them surprisingly quickly, and perhaps I should have been suspicious but I had a full days program of looking around investment sites planned so I didn't query it but gradually I felt more uncomfortable and listless until by the second day I just didn't want to get up at all.
So there I was getting worse and worse, barely able to pry myself from the bad and finally they fetched the local doctor, I think it was a formality prior to getting a death certificate, but Dr Ahmed was no fool, he took one look at me and ordered me to hospital, Saskia protested but Ahmed wanted his fee which would quadruple at least if I went to Hospital so his greed triumphed and I was admitted.
The pills Saskia gave me were fine, at least the brand was, the actual pills I found later were actually a powerful nerve agent, the active constituent of nerve gas highly concentrated and should have killed me pretty instantly but for a chance encounter with the same stuff at Uni when I was paid to test a vaccine one summer holiday, and again Ahmed's greed alone led me to be given some very expensive but entirely useless locally produced pills which while having no beneficial effects at least didn't poison me.
Sadly when Ahmed stole my pills for another patient his violent reaction, vomiting and screaming with intense headaches led Ahmed to warn me. "Your pills are poisoned," he said, "I get you medical evacuation to England."
He was too late, I felt fine, prematurely as it happened, in the medium term though my strength had been well and truly sapped and I kept needing to lie down but even then I was too stupid to suspect Saskia.
The penny only dropped when I heard Saskia and her father arguing over whether they should have me shot, after all plenty of Turks have AK47s combat machine guns as toys, like Brits have Mini Motorcycles or skateboards.
It all fell into place so I decided to take her out before they could get me.
I made some calls and as she didn't want me too far out of her sight her father decided she could drive us around to check out some investment properties while O convalesce and as she couldn't map read to save her life so the next step was amazingly easy.
She drove me in the Mercedes to see yet another property, an isolated Villa, not however the one her father had intended us to see, but very similar, one I had managed to rent for a month via the internet.
She drove expertly into the front gate and down the short drive.
"Is this the one only there was no sign?" she asked
"Oh yes, but we're early, lets look round." I suggested.
It was originally an old fort or something now lovingly re worked as a modern double glazed air conditioned luxury Villa, its stone work shone honey gold in the harsh morning light.
"Are you sure it's on Daddy's list?" she asked.
"I hope so," I agreed, "Lets see if they left us a key." I knew damned well there would be a key under a plant pot so I checked in the wrong direction while she checked around the front door so it was no surprise when she found it.
"Ha!" she exclaimed, as she waved it in the air "Shall we go in."
Saskia led the way into the house, into the marble tiled hallway and through to the beautifully appointed kitchen, "It's furnished?" she said incredulously.
"I know." I told Saskia.
"You know it is furnished?" she asked
"I know you tried to poison me," I explained pleasantly enough, as she looked round.
"Oh poor poor James," she explained, "And how do you think you will prove this?"
"I don't really need to," I suggested "We both know."
"Poor James, perhaps next time." she taunted me.
"You don't understand do you?" I asked, "Daddy has no idea you are here."
"Then I shall phone him!" she said defiantly, but I stepped forward and grasped her wrist as she took out her phone, her other hand flashed around striking my cheek and raking three red gouge with her long fingernails across my cheek.
"Oh no not this time." I insisted, "No you need a lesson, far away from daddy, a serious lesson."
She tried to pull away, I released her hand but grabbed the neck of her thin white knee length dress, it tore easily, "Run then!" I challenged, as I pulled the ruined garment from her "Get yourself arrested for indecency, this isn't the beach you know."
She stopped and flew at me snarling, "You feeble excuse for a man, I shall wear your trousers," she ranted but I grabbed both her wrists and slowly forced her to a halt and then to her knees on the polished Marble floor. "Bastard!" she shouted.
I changed my grip and forced her further down until her chin was on the ground and then I knelt on the back of her neck holding her firmly as she squirmed, "Let me go my father will kill you."
she yelled.
"Be quiet," I insisted, "Or yell your head off for all I care." I undid my trouser belt and wrapped it around her wrists and pulled it tight, "No one will hear."
"Bastard!" she annunciated once more, as I tied the brown leather into a passable reef knot.
"Ok, on your feet," I insisted.
"Ha, now what?" she asked, "You have made a big mistake."
I did wonder if I had indeed made a mistake but if the house did indeed have a wine cellar then maybe I hadn't.
I dragged her to her feet, she squealed and kicked and was thoroughly objectionable, but a door at the end of the kitchen did indeed lead to a circular stone staircase leading downward.
"Walk or fall, your choice," I suggested, as I flicked the light switch and held the door open for her, "But down you go.".
"No way!" she exclaimed, but the gentlest of kicks sent her stumbling awkwardly downwards.
She landed in a heap at the bottom, swearing like a trooper.
I followed her down, and after a cursory check that she was not seriously damaged I looked around, the cellar looked much older than upstairs, its vaulted roof obviously medieval within the vaults there were rows of wine racks, many covered by thick cobwebs but just a few held bottles of what looked very much like cheap supermarket plonk.
"You idiot!" Saskia complained, as she lay sprawled on the sand covered stone floor "You're completely mad."
"And you my sweet need to learn a lesson." I told her sweetly, "You can rot here until the plonk runs out and then," I paused theatrically, "for all I care you can die."
"Ha," she snapped, "Very funny, you made your point," she suggested, "So can we go now?"
"No," I explained, "You are staying here, no one knows you are here so,"
"You're mad!" she squealed.
"Quite," I agreed, "all this wine, such a pity you cant get to it."
"What?" she asked but by now I had my fingers in the waistband of her panties.
"I really don't want you to escape do you see," I said as I ripped them of her, and then as she tried to scramble to her feet so I turned my attention to her bra, I flipped the catch but couldn't remove it because of the shoulder straps, I tried to tear it but it was tougher, much tougher than the waistband of her panties and needed a very robust pull to wrench the shoulder straps off and she screamed as I hauled furiously but it gave way and then she was naked.
"Shoes," I said, she wore trainers and ankle socks, she understood but she didn't like it and she kicked out but with her arms tied she couldn't keep her balance when I grabbed her foot.
She kept kicking, desperately kicking, but she didn't have a chance, "Idiot, moron!" she screamed.
It was when I felt the flexibility of her trainers that I changed my plans maybe there was another way to chastise her.
"Right," I ordered, "You can bend over that rack, or," I paused, "I'll bloody drag you over it by your hair."
"Don't be stupid," she replied but she was wavering, fearful now.
"Me stupid, I must be," I stared at her, contempt still burned in her piercing blue eyes, her beauty a weapon she used with ruthless efficiency so I hit her, smack in the nose, it split, it crunched and started bleeding, she screamed, not play acting now, but a real intense animalistic howl of pain.
It sounded real good, I grabbed her hair she had it pinned up Russian style, but I dragged it out straight, well most of it did, some just tore right out in a clump, and before she realised I had wrapped it around one of the wine rack supports and tied it in a knot so she couldn't move.
"James please!" she wailed. but she was stooping bending from the waist now, her naked ass just pouting waiting to be slapped, I just took her trainer and started slapping, left, right, left, right. watching her ass cheeks redden with the repeated blows and thats when I saw some bamboo canes stacked against the wall, not whippy bamboo but thicker hollow tubes, I saw the possibilities.
Saskia also saw what was coming, she screamed long and loud, the bamboo wasn't ideal, but it felt so good feeling the jarring as it slammed into her, I snapped the lower part of the Bmboo tubes by standing on it so I had a tubular handle and several different blade like flails to lacerate her with, and suddenly there was blood, each swat left three or four trails of blood across her buttocks and then I moved on up her back. She screamed of course, really howled and it sounded great, like making love almost.
I rested for a while, offered her some wine, she snarled "He will kill you!"
"I don't think he will ever find out." I suggested.
"It's your fault, He says you must die," she admitted, I realised she was playing for time, but I was tiring too.
"Why?" I asked.
"The agreement, I only get what I have before we marry if we divorce." she explained.
"Yes," I agreed.
"You are worth millions." she said, "Father says I shall get far more if you die."
"Saskia," I asked, "What was wrong with what we had?"
"I want babies one day," she said, "I need a proper man not a wimp."
"Right," I agreed "Turn over."
It must have been excruciatingly painful for her she had to bend her knees as she faced out away from the rack where her hair was tied far too low for her to stand up, but she tried not to cry.
The blood had congealed from her broken nose, her mouth was bleeding where she had bitten her lip but I saw two smallish but perfectly formed virgin tits which needed a nice diagonal criss cross of weals, and I decided they couldn't wait any longer.
She really screamed as I laid into her, left then right until her breasts were a mass of bruises and then I worked down towards her sex, all across her belly and down her crotch, neat-ish criss crosses of red weals which would bruise to purple before they faded away and finally when I was exhausted, as the effects of my illness took my energy away prematurely, s I looked at her with satisfaction.
"Can we go home now," Saskia whispered.
"Personally I'm on a flight to Heathrow this evening." I explained, "While you." I added,
"Are going nowhere."
I sat down against the wall, "Phew, this is bloody knackering," I exclaimed, and I added as an afterthought "Is there anything special you want at your funeral?
"James, please, you made your point, I'm sorry." she said as she still desperately tried to charm her way out of trouble, "Take me home, I'll say I fell off a camel, I won't tell anyone."
"Oh no you'll have me arrested instantly." I suggested, "Oh hell I don't feel so good." and the world went soft and hazy and everything melted into thick chocolate sauce with caramel topping and mashed potato with Saskia riding a Camel.
I woke much later, "James!" someone was screaming, "James!"
"What?" I replied.
"Oh James, I thought you died!" Saskia announced.
"It's where you tried to poison me," I explained, "Phew," I peered at her, she was a real mess, her long blonde hair still held her to the wine rack, her wrists were red raw from where she had been trying to slip them from my constraining trouser belt.
I peered at my watch, damn! my plane was due out at half an hour ago, I cursed, "I missed my damn plane!"
"James, can I have a drink of water." she asked.
"Say please," I snapped nastily.
"Please!" she said trying to retain some composure.
"It will only delay the inevitable," I suggested, "Probably best not, we never did decide on the funeral did we?"
"You will really leave me to die?" she asked quietly.
"You tried to poison me," I pointed out reasonably.
"You are a lousy husband," she said, "Stop gap, father said and then you start earning big bonuses."
"Ok, doesn't necessarily mean I deserve to die." I asked, "Does it?"
"But we signed an agreement so I get so much more as widow than in divorce, you do see don't you?" she asked as if it was logical.
"Just great, did you ever stop to think we could have sat down and worked something out?" I asked.
"No, you are a weak fool." she said, she was looking back at me, she had turned to face the rack again and her blood smeared bottom was facing me, the skin now turning a pleasant shade of purple as the bruising came out.
I took the cane and absent mindedly swatted her buttocks a few times and then in a fit of frustration I brought it up sharply between her legs, her scream sounded hauntingly beautiful.
"Did you like that?" I asked.
"Yes, ah I mean No!" she wailed.
"Saskia," I asked, "What did you mean, was it yes or no." I rubbed my hands over her buttocks, despite or perhaps because of the blood they felt firm and powerful, she liked to work out, on her back with some gigolo mainly but also in the gymn and swimming pool.
"No, James, please don't." she said.
"Don't what?" I asked.
"Rape me," she said quietly.
"Good god woman, you're my wife, it would hardly be rape." I said, "Anyway I'm not drunk enough to fancy you."
She sobbed, I was confused, "Never mind," I said, "I'll fuck you with a wine bottle, hows that?"
"No," she said, less stridently this time.
I selected a bottle, dragged out the cork and let her have a drink from it and then as one does I rammed it unceremoniously up her cunt, it slid in up to the taper, she moaned.
"Bloody hell woman!" I gasped, "It usually takes half a dozen goes to get inside you."
"Not with a real man." she said, "I have to stop myself being sick when you touch me."
"Really?" I rammed the bottle further in while I reached for her left breast and tweaked her nipple I had never felt her so aroused, ever.
I felt stirrings, stirrings in my boxer shorts that I couldn't resist, I took my hand from her breast and she heard the rustle of my zipper and my trousers and boxers coming off, and then I removed the bottle and slid my length into her gloriously sopping wet receptive hole.
"Oh James you're so big," she whispered in her standard turn the gigolo on voice.
"Liar," I challenged.
"It feels big," she said, "Bigger than before?"
"I never took you from behind before." I pointed out.
"No," she said, "You should have."
"Oh yeah, great," I agreed, "You scream the place down if I go near you."
"A real man takes what he wants." she said, "He does not let a few words stop him."
I saw her panties lying there and her ruined bra.
"Saskia," I said, "Shut up."
"No why should I" she protested and then when I slid out of her she cried "No!"
I forced the panties into her mouth and bound them in place with the bra strap and then I slid back inside her again.
"Actually, all things considered, when you shut up, you're not bad fuck." I grudgingly conceded.
I don't remember cumming, at some stage everything went grey and it was much later when I woke, my trousers were around my ankles and I was propped against the wall and my head hurt.
There was a crash and the tinkling of glass, red wine and pieces of glass splashed me, I looked up, she had freed her hands somehow but her hair was still wrapped around the wine rack, "Damn," she said as she stretched out to grab another bottle.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You collapsed," she said, she couldn't quite get a grip on the bottle, "Dammit."
She had freed herself, her nose looked awful, but she hadn't worked out how to free her hair so she had tried throwing bottles at me, trying to knock me out permanently, but her aim was lousy and all she managed to do was wake me up.
I stood up carefully to avoid the glass, I picked up a big piece, part of the base of the bottle with a piece of the side attached and advanced towards Saskia, "No," she pleaded, "Don't cut me"
I grabbed her shoulders and then reached for her hair, "No please," she pleaded, "Not my hair," she side-stepped and I started to cut, except the glass wouldn' t cut it, "Damn!" I exclaimed and I brutally yanked the hair back through the rudimentary knot and freed her, she fell gasping and landed on glass of the broken bottle, she screamed, blood dripped from her wrist.
"Oh no you don't," I squealed and I swept her up in my arms, "That's too quick." I informed her and that's when I tripped over my trousers which were still around my feet and I fell and landed on her pushing her to the ground.
I lay on her as she lay on the sand covered floor while she tried to get her breath back, my chest against her breasts, my sex against her sex, "No James," she said, "No please,"
She pushed my tool away but instead of discouraging me I began to stiffen, "No James we must not, please,"
"Why not?" I suggested.
"You will collapse again." she said.
"A real man takes what he wants," I told her, except it was her fingers guiding me into her, and her needs I was addressing not my own, or was it?"
"I should have whipped you years ago." I whispered, as I thrilled to the feel of her fingers against my skin.
"No, if you were a man James, you would take me." she said, "James, I could have killed you just now."
"Maybe I'll still kill you?" I suggested , as I eased inside her, she gasped.
"Yes, but James," she said, "You could have cut my throat just now, can't we start again?" she asked, "Go back to how we were?"
"I don't think so," I told her, "What was the point?"
"I'm bleeding," she said.
"Bleeding annoying," I chuckled.
"What was wrong?" she asked.
"How should I know," I asked, "You tried to poison me remember?"
"Ah, well when you put it like that!" she agreed.
"You do realise you look hideous with your nose all crooked," I reminded her.
"Do I?" she asked, "Let me see."
"And your perfect breasts are all scarred and your buttocks all scarred and poor Saskia wont be able to pull the gentlemen." I taunted her.
"Bastard," she hit me with that broken bottle, caught me just above the eye, it gushed blood like a geyser.
I grabbed her wrist and twisted her hand round until the jagged glass was a millimetre from her cheek
"Yes," she said quietly.
I made her drop the glass and then I led her away up the basement steps, I threaded my trouser belt through as I followed her, she opened the kitchen door and I followed her across the marble floor to the foyer and then up the polished wood of the stairs, she left bloody footprints at each step, "Saskia," I said, "I better carry you over the carpets you're bleeding." I offered.
"Ok," she said and we tried to find the bathroom."Oh god, is that me?" she gasped as she saw herself all bloodied and her nose crooked.
"Sure is," I agreed, "Do you like it."
"No," she said quietly, "Oh god, I look hideous, I didn't realise. James." she said despairingly.
I set her down in the shower cubicle, blood dripped from my forehead.
"This is ridiculous," I exclaimed, "Shall we find some plasters before we both bleed to death?"
"In the kitchen." she said, "I saw when we came through."
"For gods sake why didn't you say?" I asked, "Wait here Ok."
I went down, and there prominently located at the end of the overhead cupboards was a green box with a white cross.
I dragged it open and found a length of sticking plaster which I put over the cut on my forehead, and then I took the box upstairs.
She was sobbing, "James, I don't want to be ugly!" she complained.
"Oh, well never mind," I suggested, "It won't be for long," I smiled at her, "Lets get a plaster on your foot." She let me put a plaster on her cut foot, "I'm hungry," she announced.
"There's food in the kitchen," I told her, "But first," I grabbed her around the waist as I stood behind her, "Its time for wifely duties my sweet."
I held her with my left arm and rammed three fingers from my right hand into what I expected to be her frigid sex, but she to my surprise she was hot and wet again.
"You bitch, you're turned on!" I exclaimed.
"I'm scared," she lied.
"Liar, you little liar," I accused, "Choose a bedroom." I suggested.
"James!" she protested, but she chose the master bedroom, and she watched as I stripped naked before joining her.
"James," she said, "This is the third time we've made love today."
"Fucked darling, fucked," I told her as I forced her legs apart and drove deep inside her.
"James," she asked, "Why don't we fuck at home?"
"Because," I said in time to my thrusts, "You don't like me and I don't like you."
"Perhaps I like the new you." she said, "So strong and masterful,"
"Shut it" I said and I kissed her, our noses touched and she screamed, "Sorry!" I apologised.
"What for breaking," she said, "Ohhhh James," she gasped as I ground into her, "James!"
"What,?" I said indifferently.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh James." I guessed this was Saskia faking an orgasm, I supposed I really ought to cum with her and suddenly I was cumming, pumping creamy cum into her like a fire hose.
She just lay there glistening with sweat as I pulled out, "James, tell Daddy I fell off a camel." she suggested.
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"Fell off a Camel, I'll get some supper." she said but she made no attempt to move.
"What," I asked.
"You said you love me." she said.
"Did I?" I asked.
"Yes, just then," she accused.
"So?" I queried.
"You never said you love me." she said
"I don't, you're just an ok fuck," I pointed out.
"I'm the best fuck you ever had," she challenged.
"No Tina is better." I corrected her.
"So what does she do?" she asked.
"Blow jobs." I explained.
"Ha!" she squawked, "Liar!" it seemed pointless to continue arguing.
"James," she said, "My swimsuit is in my bag in the car, would you get it please."
She knew I could never kill her, and I went downstairs, pausing only to borrow the largest knife from the kitchen and collected her swim suit from her bag in the car.
I went back inside, aqnd predictably Saskia confronted me waving a bread-knife, I pulled the even larger carving knife from the waistband of my trousers behind my back, "Check mate?" I suggested.
"Damn!" she exclaimed, and dropped the knife.
"Get some food woman," I ordered.
I watched her searching for something to cook and then she rustled up some scrambled eggs on toast.
I watched her naked and bruised body as she worked, and I started to stiffen again, there was something totally erotic about her, she looked at me and suggested, "Oh no, we eat first."
She wasn't great at scrambled egg, but she didn't try to stab me with her fork and after she made coffee and didn't throw it over me she suggested we went to bed, so she could "Do something about my bulge."
She lay still afterwards, "James," she said, "Why don't we make love when we're at home."
"You're too busy screwing anything with a pulse." reminded her.
"Well you screw anything charging less than a hundred dollars an hour." she challenged.
"How did you know?" I demanded, how in the hell did she know I wouldn't pay more than a hundred dollars, well euros actually for a fuck.
"I didn't is it true?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "I suppose that's why you turn me on now all beat up and trashy."
"No James, it's because you see there is more to me than a pretty face and I have passion and you, well you have real guts and passion also, I see that now, and James," she paused.
"What?" I asked, "No, I like trashy," I admitted.
"I am going to fuck you into an early grave, give you heart attack," she insisted.
"Oh yeah?" I snorted, "You would say anything to stop me slitting your throat."
"Yes, we sleep in the same bed from now on and we fuck twice every night and twice every morning." she pleaded.
"Sounds ok, but you'll never keep up the pace." I challenged.
"Oh I shall," she laughed, "Indeed I shall, but maybe." she said, "First perhaps there will be a little James."
"Saskia," I said quietly, "We ought to get you to a Doctor."
"He will call the Police," she said.
"I have the pills," I said, "In the anti malaria pill bottle."
"Oh," she gasped.
"A stand off I think." I suggested.
"You don't really want to kill me do you?" she asked awkwardly.
"But you really do want me dead don't you?" I asked, she had the decency to nod.
"Then I suppose," I told her, "I had better make sure no other man will ever want you, I'll slash your face from chin to ear right across your cheek." right across here, I threatened.
Her breathing became laboured, "James," she said, "Please,"
"Please, what," I replied.
"Keep talking, tell me everything please," she pleaded,
"I'll cut your breast off," I threatened.
"Which one," she asked, she moved closer her lips on my cheek and then her teeth clamped onto my left ear.
"Left," I said.
"I'll bleed to death," she whispered.
"I'll cauterise it, is that the word? with a blow lamp." I promised.
"Do you think my nose will be all right?" she asked.
"No, we'll leave it crooked stop you screwing around." I suggested.
"I could wear one of those rubber hoods," she suggested.
"Oh all right we'll get it reset," I offered, "Have you finished nibbling my ear?"
"Yes, ok why?" she asked.
"I want to explore your mouth withy my tongue." I explained.
"I'll bite your tongue off," she said but she didn't, she did a mean attempt at tongue wrestling though.
"Now what?" I asked.
"You had a flight booked," she said.
"So?" I queried.
"Go home, I have my passport in the car."
"Yeah, why not?" I agreed, "Have you got any clothes?"
"Yes," she agreed, "Then lets go,"
I let her dress in her swimsuit, and then in the car she had a skirt and top as well as her passport so I sat back and let her drive me to the airport.
We flew to Cologne and then caught a flight to Gatwick, and before we knew we were home and only then did she phone her father, the call was not exactly low key and while she spoke to him I collected as many belts and straps as I could find, there was plenty of food in the fridge so we had a salad and then when she smiled and suggested bed I agreed.
She gasped when she saw the pile of belts beside her bed.
"You're not going to get the chance!" I told her.
"James, no!" she said.
"Undress," I ordered, she complied, stripping seductively.
"Now sit on the bed," I told her, she did as I said, "Lie back," and she did as I said and only when I grabbed her ankles and tried to push them right up beside her head did she protest, but it didn't matter, we both knew I was stronger, she couldn't resist.
A strap around her neck and then I interlocked one around her ankles anchoring them behind her head and then I quickly undressed, "No James," she said, "It's too uncomfortable."
"Shut up," I ordered, I knelt on the bed and pushed firmly into her red hot and very wet sex.
I must have thrust at least three times before I agreed, it was bloody uncomfortable, so I pulled out and lifted her from the bed, she got really worried being essentially helpless, and she screamed most of the way to my bedroom, she didn't stop when I threw her on the bed, or undid the belts and she only stopped when I insisted she climbed under the bed covers, and that's where I told her.
"This is where you sleep now," I said like it was a kennel or something.
"Twice a night," she said, "I shall fuck you to death,"
I joined her, and she welcomed me inside her, "James," she whispered, "Fuck me harder James,"
"Like this," I asked and I really ground into her.
"Yes," she agreed, "Just like that."
She woke me at seven with a blow job, I quickly turned it into a fuck, "You see I am the best fuck you ever had." she said.
"Cheapest," I agreed.
She tried to hit me but the angle was wrong so I kissed her mouth and pinched her still wobbly nose and tried to suffocate her.
We got her to a good surgeon that next afternoon and he somehow managed to put her nose in plaster.
"How did it happen," he asked.
"Fell off a Camel," she said.
"I beat her up," I said with my best "I'm joking" smile, but I suppose he didn't care either way as long as he got paid, and then we just had to face her father.
He was still furious when he got back, we had left most of our stuff in the hotel so he initially thought she had been kidnapped.
He came storming around to our house at ten o'clock in the evening, we were in the sitting room sitting on the couch together with my hand down her jeans, a log fire crackled in the grate as outside the outside temperature had plummeted as the rain fell steadily, Mrs Manners our Cook/Housekeeper let him in. "It's your father Miss Saskia," she explained apologetically, as she showed him in.
"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, "What have you done to her!" it was characteristic of him to assume I had hurt her not that it might be an accident.
"I beat her up and now she loves me," I explained, "Show him your back Sas,"
She stood up and pulled her cardigan up to reveal the part healed weals across her back, "He hit me with a cane when he found out about the pills, he was like an animal," she said, "So strong and masterful."
"A rabid dog!" he announced, "who needs to be killed!"
"And what about what you did to mother!" she lapsed into Russian.
He didn't have an answer.
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