Chapter 15

Melissa held the knife to Shorty’s throat. She snuck into his house and found him in his bedroom.

“How did you get in here?” Shorty asked. “And who are you?”

“I used a credit card to unlock the back door,” Melissa said simply. “You know, you really should think about throwing that top lock. The deadbolt is there for a reason.”

“I will keep that in mind,” Shorty said. “Now, what do you want?”

“I want you to call Marc Anthony and tell him he is needed at this address,” Melissa held a sheet of paper with the address of her vacant house.

“Call him yourself,” Shorty said.

Melissa held the knife closer to Shorty’s throat and started to apply pressure, “I think it will have more impact coming from you, or I would call him myself. If you want to keep these sheets clean, you need to make that call.”

Shorty looked at her, obviously she was crazy. He didn’t know what she wanted with Marc Anthony, but he knew Marc Anthony could handle himself. Besides, there might be a chance to call him after the psycho left and warn him. Shorty decided to make the call.

“My phone is by the nightstand,” Shorty told Melissa. “I need to get it.”

“Don’t try anything clever,” Melissa warned, "or stupid.”

“Right,” Shorty moved to the edge of the bed and grabbed his phone. He punched in Marc Anthony’s number. Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up, Shorty thought. He was sure Marc Anthony would be asleep. After all, they had already been to the pig farm once tonight.

“Hello, Shorty,” Marc Anthony answered the phone, “What’s up?”

Damn, Shorty thought as he went through the script Melissa gave him. It was very specific to other calls he made in the past. This woman knew everything. She even knew where they were earlier in the night.

Marc Anthony said he was on his way, and Shorty hung up.

“He will be there in thirty minutes,” Shorty said. Unless I can get to him when you leave, he thought.

“Good,” Melissa said. “That is very good. Now, to make sure you don’t derail the fun I have planned for him tonight…” She hit Shorty over the head, knocked him out and watched as he fell back onto the bed. She made sure he was still breathing before she left. He should wake up in about an hour, she thought, too late to warn his friend.

Marc Anthony walked into the trap. He opened the door, walked a few feet into the dark house and everything went black. Melissa waited for him to come in, hit Marc Anthony over the head and knocked him out. Just like she knocked out Shorty. Marc Anthony hit the floor and Melissa checked his pulse. It was still there and still strong. She had to be careful, or she could cause permanent damage.

Melissa dragged his body farther into the house, sat Marc Anthony in the chair, removed his shirt, pants, shoes and socks and strapped his arms down. She admired his body. He was a magnificent specimen of a man, broad shoulders and chest, a tight torso, muscular arms and legs. She wanted to run her hands all over his body, feeling the muscle play beneath his skin. Melissa smiled, Marc Anthony was going to be there for a while, a long while. She went up to the bedroom and changed clothes. She stripped off her dark running suit and underwear and fastened the leather bra and tightened the strap-on. She walked back downstairs and found Marc Anthony still passed out. She wondered if she should douse him with water or wake him up somehow, but then decided to get a really good look at him. She placed a blindfold on Marc Anthony, but not before admiring his long eyelashes and handsome features. How did this man get away without catching some girl’s attention was beyond Melissa.

Surely, some girl who enjoyed fixing lost souls would have jumped at the chance to make Marc Anthony forget about Amee. But, then again, no woman wants to fight a ghost, especially not a ghost who will never age.

“Perpetually a child,” Melissa said about Amee out loud. “Perpetually a youthful body. No, that is quite alright. I hope you plan to give up this particular ghost, Marc Anthony. I don’t want to cause a lot of unnecessary trauma.”

Just the necessary trauma will do, Melissa thought.

She started to run her hands through his thick, wavy black hair, down his shoulders and splayed them on his chest. She made a trail from his torso to his hips, then admired his legs. He really was quite stunning.

Melissa walked around to the back of the chair and started kissing his shoulders and his back. The ministrations brought Marc Anthony around.

He started to come to; he could feel someone’s hands on him, then realized he wasn’t dressed. He had on just his running shorts. He tried to look around but everything was dark; it took him a minute to realize he was blindfolded.

“Shit,” Marc Anthony’s head started to pound. “Someone had better start talking or I am going to get very angry.”

“What are you going to do?” came a feminine voice.

The question made Marc Anthony’s heart skip a beat. It was the same question the john asked him earlier. Maybe this was his wife looking to get revenge? But how would she even know he was missing yet? It was only, wait, Marc Anthony didn’t even know what time it was.

“How long have I been out?” He asked.

“About twenty minutes,” came the answer. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn’t place it.

“What time is it?”

“Almost four in the morning,” Melissa answered.

“What do you want?”

“My aren’t we full of questions today?” Melissa asked. “As to what I want, I want what I always wanted.”

Marc Anthony rolled his eyes at the ambiguous statement, “And what is that?”

Melissa pressed her lips against his ear and whispered, “You, under my power.”

The contact made Marc Anthony sharply inhale. He groaned when she ran her tongue around the outside of his ear and gently sucked on the lobe. He felt himself grow hard as she kissed his ear, neck and made her way down his chest. Marc Anthony was still blindfolded, but he could smell her, she smelled like eucalyptus, which must be her soap.

“Why don’t you remove this blindfold?” Marc Anthony suggested. “I want to see who has me at her mercy. If only to congratulate you on your daring.”

Melissa laughed and removed the blindfold. It took some time for Marc Anthony’s eyes to adjust to the light. She was standing in front of him and the first thing that came into view was a strap-on.

Yeah, that’s not gonna work, Marc Anthony thought. He looked at his arms to see what was holding him down. Leather, he smiled. Marc Anthony was a sweater and leather tended to stretch when it became wet. He moved his arms around the straps to get them moist then he started to raise and lower his wrists in order to gain the clearance he needed to pull his hands out. But he had to do this without her noticing.

Marc Anthony started to look for her again, “Hey, what’s with the strap-on penis? Just curious.”

“You will find out,” she said. “I am going to teach you not to reject me.”

Oh, we have one of those, Marc Anthony thought. He had to think back to whom he last rejected. There was that girl from the cantina, but she saw him as a mark. Marc Anthony didn’t mind paying for his fun, but he wasn’t going to pay for someone else’s fun. Then that hooker at Shorty’s place. She was way too young for him. She was way too young for anyone and he told her so, but this was beyond her. He almost had enough room in his bonds to free his hands. He stopped moving when she stepped in front of him.

“Melissa Styles?” Marc Anthony recognized the young academy owner. “When the hell did I reject you and what was I on?”

Marc Anthony blocked out the strap-on and looked at the rest of her body. She had full breasts overflowing the leather cups, she had long legs and was wearing three-inch heels. Not the slutty five-inches but a classy pair of black stilettos. Marc Anthony swallowed, he remembered seeing her before, hell, he helped her with a few background checks. She was the type of client who paid on time. Melissa Styles was enough to make any man’s mouth water, well, when she dressed like this, Marc Anthony thought.

“So, is this some school marm thing where the principal deals with children all day and has to resort to this to feel like an adult?” Marc Anthony was genuinely curious.

“No, that is a separate issue,” Melissa answered. “They generally involve themselves in dominant/submissive relationships, due to, as you said, everything around them being influential. But I don’t feel that necessity.”

“And what necessity do you feel?” Marc Anthony asked. She was still wearing the strap-on after all.

“I have a different pathology,” Melissa said simply. “One that could be easily remedied. I don’t like rejection, I was a late bloomer, I didn’t get much attention from the boys when I was in high school and I didn’t go on my first real date until I was 26.”

“How old are you now?” Marc Anthony asked. “I am sorry, I just thought you were younger.”

“I am 34,” Melissa said as she started to stroke his arms again. “I must say, you are breathtaking. A woman could lose herself in your eyes. At first, you think they are a shade of brown, but upon closer inspection, they are actually a dark blue. An interesting shade, looking like a twilight sky.”

“A man could lose himself in you,” Marc Anthony said as she kissed his shoulders. “You know men are very visual. You didn’t answer my first question, when did I reject you?”

Melissa walked around to face him, squatted between his knees and worked to remove his shorts, “I asked you to dinner a few weeks ago. You ignored me. You didn’t even respond. Just presented your back and walked off.”

“OK,” Marc Anthony said. “I don’t recall that incident at all, but I didn’t say it didn’t happen.”

She was a little too close to his groin for his liking. He really didn’t know what she was capable of, but he did know what he was capable of. Marc Anthony tested the straps one last time and realized he could free himself.

“It was when you were at the school,” Melissa said. “You came to, why did you come to the school that day?”

“What day? I was probably dropping off the results from your FBI checks,” Marc Anthony said. “I didn’t even see you then.”

“That was a week later and I had a teacher workshop that day,” Melissa said. “I am talking about the day the police arrived to take Veronica Conway’s statement.”

“That was indeed some time ago,” Marc Anthony said, as he started to pant. “Why didn’t you bring it up later?”

Melissa was stroking his shaft, she looked up and smiled at him, “By then I already had plans for you.” She ran a hand under his balls and started fingering his ass.

“That is going to be a hard no,” Marc Anthony said when he felt her finger enter him. “For the record, that is the only part of all this I am rejecting. The rest of it I am pretty OK with.”

“They all are after a while,” Melissa mused. She looked at his engorged shaft, licked her lips and started to trace the tip with her tongue.

“They?” Marc Anthony tried to concentrate, but she was driving him crazy. She may be a psycho, but she was a damn good-looking one who knew what she was doing with her mouth.

“All the others who reject me,” Melissa said before taking his shaft into her mouth and sucking on it.

“Oh god,” Marc Anthony watched her. “For the record, I didn’t reject you. And I am not going to stop you; you can keep doing what you are doing.”

Melissa looked at him with a gleam in her eye and started to prepare him for her penetration. She hit his thigh a couple of times with the strap-on and started to lift his legs up.

A thought occurred to Marc Anthony: dominant/submissive, she was generally the dominant. Her partners were tied up, bound somehow and unable to defend themselves. Well, let’s see what she does with someone who isn’t helpless.

“I said I don’t want that,” Marc Anthony said forcefully, his eyes glittering. “I don’t want you to use that thing.”

“What are you going to do?” Melissa felt that she had all the power and control.

That is a stupid question, Marc Anthony thought, I am tired of that stupid question.

“What am I going to do?” he asked from the chair. Melissa stood before him and just nodded. Marc Anthony pulled his hands out of the straps, stood up to tower over Melissa and forced her to turn around. “I am going to take this off for starters.” He removed the strap and saw that she wasn’t wearing anything else. “This is going too.” He removed the leather bra and watched her breast bounce free.

Melissa was stunned into silence. She didn’t plan for him to get loose, “I guess I should have tightened the straps.”

Marc Anthony pulled her close to him and groaned as he felt his shaft go in between the cleft of her butt, “there are a lot of things you should have done, but don’t worry, we will cover them all.”

Marc Anthony held her against him and saw a table like structure where he could bend her over. He was sure that was what she used it for. He held her in front of him and walked over to the table.

“Ask me again what I am going to do,” Marc Anthony said into her ear. “Go on, ask.”

“What are you going to do?” Melissa breathed. She was frightened for the first time in a while. He could really hurt her.

“I am going to put you over this bench and take you from behind,” Marc Anthony bent her over the table and spread her legs. They were long and shapely and her butt was nice and firm. She really did have an exceptional body, he thought.

Melissa leaned over, she really didn’t have much choice, Marc Anthony was in control, which turned her on. He groped her ass, moved his hand to her front and slid a finger inside to test how wet she was. I must be doing something right, Marc Anthony thought, she was wet and plump. Marc Anthony spread her ass cheeks apart and started to lick her. It tasted sweet, like she ate fruit on a regular basis. Marc Anthony ran his tongue all around her and sucked up some of her juices.

“Oh, oh,” Melissa gasped, “oh god, oh god.”

“If you like that,” Marc Anthony said seductively, “I have a feeling you are going to love this.” He guided himself to her passage and plunged in. He held himself still for a few moments to savor the feel of her around him.

Melissa wasn’t in shock, she was on fire. She wanted this, she didn’t realize it before, but she wanted this. Marc Anthony started to thrust rhythmically, pulled her hair back and cupped her breast. He was going to lose himself in her. Melissa responded to him by matching his rhythm. She started to moan and listened to Marc Anthony’s heavy breathing.

Marc Anthony pulled himself out of her, turned her around and picked her up, straddling her legs around him.

“Where is the bedroom, and there had better be a goddamn bed,” Marc Anthony demanded.

“Up the stairs, first door on the left,” Melissa answered as she tried to catch her breath. “It is a king-sized bed.”

“Good,” Marc Anthony held her to him and climbed the stairs. He pushed open the door with his foot and placed her on her back. He climbed on top of her and entered her again. This time it wasn’t as shocking but she still had to stretch to accommodate him.

Marc Anthony kissed her breasts, her neck and her shoulders. He wrapped her legs around him as he continued to ram into her. He wasn’t trying to be forceful anymore. He got that out of his system downstairs. Right now, he just wanted to find his release and please her as well. He rained kisses all over her face, his hands skimmed her body and he smelled her scent. She was hot.

Melissa ran her fingers through Marc Athony’s dark hair and pulled his lips down to meet hers. She clung to him and lifted her hips to meet his force.

She started to scream as he plunged into her and her whole body shook. She climaxed around him as he spilled himself into her. Exhausted, Marc Anthony collapsed on her, laid his head in between her breasts and stretched out on top of her. One of his hands cupped her breast and the other was fisted in her hair. He listened to her rapidly beating heart and waited for her breathing to normalize. He waited for his breathing to normalize as well.

“God, I hope you are on birth control,” Marc Anthony said. “Then again, I hope you are not on birth control.”

“That is an odd thing to say,” Melissa mused. She was playing with Marc Anthony’s hair and running another hand down his muscled back.

“Not really,” Marc Anthony said.

“Do you want to talk about her?” Melissa sighed as she tightened her hold.

“Talk about who?” Marc Anthony looked up at her. She really was stunning. He couldn’t see much of her from the moonlight, but he remembered what she looked like bent over that bench.

“Your ghost,” Melissa met his eyes. “Amee.”

“You know about her?” he asked. For some reason, he wasn’t surprised that she knew about Amee and it didn’t bother him.

“Yes,” Melissa said simply.

Marc Anthony sighed, “I think I can finally let her go. I rescued a 12-year-old girl from her crack mother who was trying to sell her for more drugs. She looked just like Amee did as a little girl. It was like, what I couldn’t do for Amee…”

“You could do for this girl,” Melissa finished for him.

Marc Anthony nodded and fell asleep while Melissa watched him.