My Body-His Marcello by Blakely Bennett Read Free Book Online Page A

wooden floor of the
tent. Once we got to the sand I could feel each and every mark on
my body.
    “ Oh
Luke, this hurts too much,” I groaned out through the pain,
grateful that Marcello couldn’t hear me.
    “ Janey, I should have intervened earlier but you were no longer
crying out and I thought ... Stop, love,” he added
softly.
    Pivoting me
around to face him, he carefully draped me over his shoulder. He
held me under my buttock s , which hurt like hell, but not as much as
stumbling on the beach or trying to navigate the stairs.
    He carried me
quickly through the sand, up the steps and into the house. He
gingerly lowered me onto the bed on my side.
    “ I’ll
be right back,” he said.
    I lay there
thinking about how far my life had veered away from my fantasies of
falling in love to the ideal ivory wedding and honeymoon in the
Bahamas sipping piña coladas embellished with umbrellas and fruit.
I needed to weep but the idea of making even minute movements kept
me straining to keep my emotions in check. I wanted to be mad at
Luke but at that moment all my anger was centered on Marcello. I
had never thought of myself as vengeful but on that day I
fantasized about kidnapping him, binding him in rope and abusing
him at my whim. Never before had I considered striking another
person for pleasure but the idea of whipping the crap out of
Marcello brought a smile to my face.
    “ After
all this you’re smiling? You’re incredible Jane.” He laid a towel
out next to me.
    I rolled onto my
stomach and said, “Umpf.”
    “ You
okay?”
    “ The
nipple piercings. They’re sore. But again, Luke, you give me way
more credit than I deserve. You caught me fantasizing about
torturing Marcello—my attempt to distract myself from the sobs
threatening to overtake me.”
    “ Love,
I’m so truly sorry. I swear I’ll never put you in that set of
circumstances again.”
    “ Why
doesn’t that make me feel any better? ‘ That set of circumstances’? So you will
never string me up in the middle of a tent and let Janice whip me?
Somehow that doesn’t comfort me at all.” I was no longer
smiling.
    “ Take
this,” he said, handing me a glass of water and a pill.
    I pushed my body
up on my elbow so I could swallow and said, “What was
that?”
    “ It’s
a painkiller. It will help you sleep. I have more if you need them
over the next few days.”
    He lightly
trailed an ice cube over the welts on my backside.
    “ Ow!”
I yelped.
    “ Should I stop?”
    “ No,
go on. It’s cold but it helps,” I said, my voice muffled by my
pillow.
    “ Jane,
Marcello and I have shared many things over the years and I cannot,
will not, promise you that you won’t see him again. What I will
promise you is that I won’t make that decision lightly and I’ll
make sure you’re safe.” He continued his application of the
ice.
    “ You
mean like today? I don’t think so.”
    “ It’s
not up to you as you more than well know.”
    “ It’s
always up to me, as I can choose to leave at any time. You would do well to remember that . It works both
ways.”
    “ I
don’t care for the tone of this conversation but will give you the
benefit of the doubt, given today’s events. However, make no
mistake, Jane: I’m the one in charge here.”
    “ A
wise dictator takes care of the ones he loves. Otherwise they side
with the revolution. History has proved that time and
again.”
    “ So
you think I need a history lesson? You’re pushing it. I suggest you
change the subject.”
    “ Fine,” I said, my voice harsh. “Do something for me
then?”
    “ What?”
    “ Save
Janice from that psycho man you call your friend. Do you know he
gets to decide when she eats?”
    “ Yes,
I do know that. Do you know she agreed to everything?”
    “ Yes,
but she only did it in response to our wedding. She’s still very
much in love with you and can’t imagine a life without you. There
has to be other men who are more like you that you could introduce
her