Undefiled Queen

“I love you, Merlyn. The feeling is frightening. I have you, but it’s like I don’t have you enough. So I hug you, but when I do, it’s like you’re not close enough. So I kiss you, and still I can’t get enough. So I make love to you. And yet, and still I feel like I’ll wake up and won’t be sure. And I worry. I worry that I’ll lose you again. That’s one of the reasons I watch you sleep. Because I’m afraid if I close my eyes, when I open them again, you’ll be gone. This is why I want to marry you, Merlyn, do you understand?”

A lone tear fell from my lashes. I should somehow tell him sweet words and get out of this situation. “I’ll never leave you again, Stephen. You’re my lifeline.”

The next moment a menacing laughter left out of him. “That’s right. You are my slave and should be ready 24/7 to follow my instructions. He placed his finger under her chin, tilting it upward to kiss her. The kiss was wild, demanding and ferocious taking away the breath out of her.

Merlyn whimpered. “Stephen, please stop. You are forcing me to death. Is this the way you love someone?”

“Bloody woman, stop dictating the terms and kiss me back.” He pulled her hair and angled her neck in a feral crave.

Seconds  passed and Merlyn was almost knocking the doors of heaven with his perilous advances but ultimately it was due to her lucky stars the kiss turned soft and caressing that bled into a hard tongue thrust and possessive fever.

She submissively smoothed her palms over his taut pecks, shivering at the heat seeping through his pores.

She tried to part, unable to take over anymore his cavernous moves but he glued her to the kiss, not wanting to let go.

Having found no other way to escape, she bit his tongue and that was a blunder for Stephen hated ruling women.

He growled into her mouth with irresistible anger and capitulated. “You bloody devil,”

Kissing her along her neck, he forcefully tilted her head back, exploring her throat, and sucked at her soft flesh long and hard enough to mark her his. “I hate it when you resist me. You should know I’m invincible .” He raggedly whispered and directed her face to his chest.

She traveled down his firm sternum, swirled her tongue around his nipple, and he flexed his well-built chest. ‘Bloody bastard’ – she thought with distaste quelling her mouth.

“Please stop, I need to go. It is enough for today.” She requested, and he bit her nipple.

The subsequent jump of her body was not deliberate this time, much to his satisfaction. “Take that as my gift for denial.” He said to her like a reigning Lucifer.

His kisses meandered down her body until she was soon on her knees, the position he wanted her.

Her fingers twirled in his silky trail while she one-handedly unzipped his jeans and freed his rock-hard, veined erection. It was hot, red with blood and felt impressively sturdy in her hands.

She peered up at him through her lashes while he leered down at me with hooded blue eyes. Then he flashed a lopsided grin and twitched his dick in her hand. Again. And again. Cocky, cocky ass.

Eyes glued to his, she took his crest in her mouth. His lips parted, and he tried to make his ensuing sighs imperceptible. He knew she was challenging him if he could ever give up on her. Accompanied with an enormous revenge, it was a game of love and war. He knew she’d put up a tough fight for him but what she did not know was, he was surely not a loser.

Licking around his blood-filled crest, she slid her tongue through the split that sprouted pre-cum. He emitted a shuddering sigh this time, but still kept his gaze transfixed on hers.

She took him in, inch by inch, going lower and lower until she felt him touch her tonsils, her lips wrapped tightly around his base.

Stephen slammed his eyes shut and his head fell backwards. “Shhhhhhhiiiiiit.”

Then she began to move, pleasuring him with her mouth, sheathing her teeth and sucking him hard. Occasionally releasing him with a ‘pop’. Whenever he tried to flex his hips, she’d tighten her fingers around the base of his shaft, blocking his orgasm. At least at once she wanted to be in control.

“Fuck, Merlyn… you wouldn’t allow me even a peaceful sex…please…” He finally pleaded with her which felt like music to her ears. At last they were 0-1.

He was famous for being merciless in bed and this was her return. She tormented him a minute longer, reveling in his garbling and the way his body shivered as his hands helplessly gripped the railings.

Ending the torture, she uncurled her fingers from the base of his shaft, grasped him with both hands and pumped while she sucked.

Her hands and mouth moved in synergy. He swelled and grew harder, his hands now fisted in her hair. “Shit… about to… hot… damn… no… shit…”

Knowing he was about to climax, she took him all the way in, shoving his swollen steel-hard dick to the back of her throat, as far as she could go without choking.

“Ah Chrisssssssssttt!” he growled as he reached his peak and sent his fluids squirting down her throat, pulsing effusively.

Expended, he slumped back against the railing, simultaneously lifting her to her feet. His lips came down to mine, kissing me hard. “How did you-” he started to ask when he pulled away, but curtailed and shook his head. “Don’t you ever goddamn leave me. You understand?”

She nodded, nevertheless did she have a choice? She was his prisoner to be apt a slave who should satisfy him in all his physical pursuits.

“Promise me.” He was waiting for her to reply and with each passing second she could see his eyes turn darker in fury. Her body trembled with his devilish nature and hairs on her body stood up with fright.

As her lips refused to function, she urged her body to react to save her skin from his merciless whips. On her tippy toes, she stood and smacked him a kiss. “I promise. I’ll never leave you, Stephen.”

“God damn it! How many times should I say, you should add – I love you very much.” He slammed his lips on hers in a punishment and sucked all the air from my lungs.

Merlyn’s Pov

Stephen is behaving weird. Every time he made love to me, it was more like an assault rather than making love. With passing days I am getting more frightened with him which was never the case earlier. He left for work.  I did not want to face him or talk to him.  I was tired so I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep. But sleep was far from my life.  I love him but cannot forgive him or his family for what they had done to me.  He swindled my feelings.  Treachery is something which I can never forgive.

Now I know why he calls me Flower. Stephen Collomen – the name always rang alarm bells in my head but I was not able to find out why. Everything is clear to me now. It was not only him but his father too who cheated on my father.

Our fathers were best friends and so were our families in Burnsville, a small town where people talked much after the two friends, Samuel James, a bank employee and Raven Collomen the businessman. They both felt more like brothers than friends.

One day Raven asked my father to lend him some money for his business which was then in losses. My father gave highest priority to friendship and believed in the words of Raven. Without having second thoughts, he gave away all his savings he had till then to his friend which is one of the reasons me and my brother are penniless today and dependent upon my aunt.

Years passed Raven’s business came out with record winning sales but he would neither return the principal or even the interest.

Ours was a middle class family and we needed money because my grandmother was on her deathbed. But Raven acted as if he never took money from my father.

My dad was heartbroken by his friend’s treachery. Both of them stopped talking and soon dad was transferred to a different place by his appeal to higher bank authorities.

Stephen knew about my family and me much before and he did the same like his father exploiting my innocence in the situation.  After all, I am eight years younger than him. When my father left Burnsville I was too small to remember him.

Treachery. Genes determine the hereditary character of the offspring. Now I understand the science statement very well. Deceit and exploitation has been going on with my family since generations. His father deceived my father and he deceived me. He tried to trick me into marriage by hiding the truth, in order that I don’t pose a hurdle to him for marriage.

But why did he want to marry me, a girl who is strictly ‘no’ to his family is a million dollar question. And why did he tell me the truth? If he wanted it he could have continued with his lie for many more days. Nevertheless I’m not interested in what he thinks anymore.

Today, as I join the dots, everything is clear and there is a reason behind everything. Why the cops failed to trace the culprit’s family even after years, failing law and judiciary in my parents’ accident, the rich guy involved and last but not the least, Stephen’s weird behavior at times when I brought up the topic of my parents’ accident.

A hysterical laugh left out of me. How insane I was? I believed him in every way but he cheated upon me.  I can never forgive him, never in my life.

My parents were everything to me.  It is my duty to earn them justice in every possible way I can, even if it threatens my own life.  I cannot stay in this house anymore, especially with people who had been responsible for my parent’s death.  I decided to leave the house.

I am smart enough to understand that even if I give him the least hint of leaving, Stephen would trace me out even from the threshold of earth’s crust.  After all he is a billionaire and has connections all over the world. I promised him that I will stay with him as his wife as long as I live, but he lied to me.  I cannot live with him anymore.  I cannot be a part of the family who tried to orchestrate my parent’s death.

It’s not only him who hid the truth but his whole family had tried to deceive me.  When I asked his mother about the sudden change of marriage plan, she just swayed it away.  Thinking of his selfish thoughts and dangerous plans, a shiver ran down my whole body.  Oh Lord what a foolish woman was I to believe him with everything.

I called my uncle and told him briefly about Stephen’s deceit, I was coming home and soon I will leave the country.  A fearful incursion surfaced his emotions.  It was then he told me Stephen had already told him everything and blackmailed him with my life.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

My uncle is a paralyzed man with age as well as ability. He had no way but to keep his lips sealed at least to see me alive. Contemplating the dangerous steps of Stephen, he did not tell anything even to my aunt.

While I was mourning for my parents death, this is the new development that I’m hearing. He not only killed my parents, even blackmailed my uncle taking the advantage of his and my life.

At that moment I hated myself more than anything in this world for trusting a killer. I tried to question myself, where I went wrong but it is not the time to brood over the spilt milk. Earlier I thought I would be the only person to leave this country. But now I think my family too should especially after hearing the death threat my uncle got from Stephen.

I cannot believe he threatened my uncle. He talks so lovingly and softly to me. Never in my dreams did I imagine him as a wrong guy. Even during our travels together though he had many opportunities, he did not try to exploit me using my helpless situation. Obviously he was aiming for a big fish but what is it?