[ Rupphausin & Tortoise ] When A Fairytale Fades Away;;

The clockâ??s arrows glided past eleven, the luxurious dining hall reserved for the hundred guests slowly losing its audience. The supper had been quite a success, ending without a hint of drama that such occasions were usually filled with. Desiree Montagne and James Giovanni were a day from their wedding, the young couple literally bursting with happiness as they bid farewell to the people who were going to mix with the far more imposing crowd of a dozen hundred people the following afternoon. Close friends, bridesmaids, family and important colleagues were present that night for a recital of vows and simply an evening filled with memories of the past and hopes for the future.

The groom and the bride had been supposed to get married for years â?? their destiny decided for them before they met. No, there hasnâ??t been an arranged marriage per say, yet the parents have had quite a toll on their relationship. Desiree was an heiress of the owner of a large chain of hotels and smaller scale businesses and James, at the early age of thirty two â?? seven years older than his beloved, was appointed CEO of an international corporation. The couple had quite a few skeletons in their closet; breakups, cheating and so forth, yet their families have been supportive and found hundreds of reasons for the two to get back together.

The efforts paid off handsomely when the couple decided that they truly didnâ??t need anyone else and things steadily returned to place. The two young people were beyond happy, their perfect marriage ceremony planned out by the best wedding planners they could find, her dress almost blinding in its beauty. Without the familyâ??s knowledge, the couple simply realized that they were meant for each other and that their destiny was to end in a fairy tale. And so it went.

Desiree absently chatted with the women who commented on her beautiful dress, all smiles and giggles. Soon enough, however, she excused herself and walked up to her husband. The restaurant was at present open to all and its open bar was steadily filling with executives and people of the upper crust of Los Angeles and the rest of the world. James, meanwhile, was speaking to a pair of board member of his corporation, clearly charming them.

â??Forgive me, gentlemen. I will have to steal this lovely man from you for a second,â? she cooed, uncovering the perfect row of painfully white teeth, her sultry voice sounding sweet and affectionate. The gentlemen in question laughed in their painfully posh, superior manner, uttering compliments to the bride. The sole source of her comfort was the fact that the compliments were genuine â?? she knew that most of the men James worked with would have loved to bed her. Young, beautiful, smart and rich. What else was there to ask for?

â??James, honey, I think Iâ??ll go now. Donâ??t want to look like I didnâ??t get enough sleep on the big day,â? she whispered excitedly, leading him away, her hands locked with his. The man sighed, brushing a lock of hair out of the brideâ??s eyes.

â??Alright. I canâ??t waitâ?¦Desiree Giovanni,â? he replied in a sweet whisper, leaning in to kiss her cheek. â??Sleep tight. I miss you,â? he murmured and nodded to her, soon leaving his future wife. Desiree warmly laughed as he left. Giovanni. She was a descendant of a long line of French nobles who eventually decided to mix with an equally long line of British aristocrats, one family saving the other from bankruptcy, and the only problems with their union were the potential loss of certain values, her newly gained Italian last name and her turn from Protestantism to Catoliscism the man's family would likely request.

Desiree walked off, her hips swaying invitingly with each step. She couldnâ??t believe that she was lying to the man. However, Devon told her that they needed to talk without specifying the topic, and she assumed that it had something to do with his current occupation as the groomâ??s best man. Carefully slipping away from the crowd, the woman entered the empty bathroom, studying herself in the dim mirrors.

Despite the late hour she was stunning. The young girl was a curious mix of classic beauty and exoticism, the latter prevailing. Her chestnut hair fell down to her waist in rick thick waves, its form almost perfect; voluminous and natural looking. The uneven threads framed her delicate face, highlighting her high cheekbones and thin neck. The eyes, however, were the most striking feature about her. Intelligent, large and bright were adjectives far from sufficient to describe the orbs. No, they hypnotized and drew in any man that gazed into them. Whether it was the feline like shape, the thick long eyelashes casting a soft shadow across the whites of her eyes, or the irises â?? a circle of light blue fading into the emerald with hints of yellow around the pupil, was hard to tell. She wore little makeup otherwise, choosing natural beauty over paint. Meanwhile, she had to be prettier than usually to impress their guests so she applied a hint of golden eyeliner on the inner corners of her eyes, black eyeliner smudged along the outer and mascara coating her eyelashes created a cat-like effect, giving her a sexy, dangerous vibe. On her full lips was a hint of light pink lipstick, her smooth skin graced with a hint of bronzer to highlight the cheekbones. Her skin was untouched by foundation or anything along the lines, for it held a healthy glow from the lifestyle she led and color was added to her fair skin by an occasional trip to the tanning salon.

The womanâ??s body, supple and delicate, was confined in a tight black dress that reached approximately halfway through her thigh. It was made of silk, the sleeves consisting of thick straps, forming a square around her cleavage, showing off the firm D cup of hers quite nicely. Her flat stomach, round rear and shapely hips were also paid homage to with the help of the dressâ??s tightness. Despite an overwhelming price tag, the dress was extremely simple â?? it was all about accessories. She wrapped a fairly thin red silk strap around her waist, making a bow at the back, left a thin pearls bracelet on her wrist, a careful diamond incrusted letter â??Dâ?? in italics dangling from its side, a matching necklace and long matching earrings and ended it all with a pair of red suede pumps. All in all, the young woman looked like a star from an old movie, waiting for her soldier to come back from the Second World War.

Letting out a soft sigh, she picked up her black clutch and left the bathroom, walking out to the fairly remote spot toward the exit of the dining hall. There, she crossed the pair of long legs, leaning back against a seat that matched her bow, sipping on champagne she grabbed along the way.

Devon Chandler was a man who could have any woman, and he had a number of women who did want him. but he wanted Desiree Montagne and intended to have her. He knew more than he should, more about James' company and family than any of them wanted to know. He was the proverbial wild card, and he was wild. His mother, a not so disgraced WASP with British wealth and breeding in her family had married his father, a Cajun and Creole blooded Louisiana man of substantial means, before he went off to war. His father had died, leaving his mother and him with more money than they could ever hope to spend. His father and Robert Chandler had not only been business men, but treasure hunters who had found several of the "lost caches" that they made certain were "lost forever" from being proven found. Chandler was the Anglicized name of Robert's mother's family, Nobles who had supported Bonnie Prince Charlie in his attempt to gain the British throne but managed to keep their titles and wealth. Robert's fathers side were Italian, Spanish, and French blended, many of whom were the intermarriages of nobles using the multiple international legal loopholes to hide their fortunes when they were made by riding the edge of legality. Robert and his mother married to keep the wealth and the treasures, and Devon himself was still living off a mere portion while not having to really work for anything. He had multiple occupations, all legal and all leaving him enough time to pursue his one fascination: Desiree.

James had brought him into an investment opportunity on the promise of fast return, and he had not been lying just Devon had let him think their meetings had been by chance. The truth was, he had been a dalliance of Desiree's that she had forgotten, a torrid and intense three week fling that nether had intended to every grow into anything. As Devon watched her get closer to where he was sitting, however, he remembered all of the measures that he had used by pure accident.

When they met the first time, he was pretending to be someone else, a game he liked to play to get away from the life he had. He loved to role-play, and he had mastered the most subtle ways of altering his voice so he could make people believe he was someone else. With only a little make-up and contacts that altered his eyes and maybe a predominant prop or three, he had convinced people, especially women, of many things. He had even seduced both James' mother and sister on separate occasions years before, both of them thankful that he only "contacted them" for the occasional paltry amount of blackmail that he stopped after some convoluted circumstance. Desiree was different entirely, and when he learned about James being her fiance, he had no choice but to pursue things.

He had learned just how much she didn't really know in the couple of years he knew James very well. He had been introduced as a "friend of the family", mainly because he had money, to her before that. He focused on spending gradually more time with the man, and he steadily grew to not like him more and more. He had tricked James into asking for a double blind prenuptial agreement just in case they eloped, as he learned that James' fortunes were heavily involved in activities even he would not partake in at his most roguish. None of her family's money or possessions could ever be mingled with his without the Giovanni family having to reveal where they really got there money... or how they really got control of the five companies that Giovanni Enterprises used to be. But as he slowly smoothed his dark brown hair with a lightly tanned hand, he focused his jade eyes on her as she came closer.

He had everything planned down to the tee, having been getting her very carefully ready for that entire time. He had been in her place with her knowledge, but she did not know about the gear that had been softly playing the subliminal suggestive recordings that set up the subtle but deeply rooted triggers that he was going to use to get her to come with him. He was dressed still as he had been for the rehearsal dinner, but he was going to take her straight to large yacht, which in fact was his home. It also was going to be the way he was going to take her from James, as James was going for his last dalliance of his own. The prostitute knew exactly what to do and when to call both sets of parents, hers first, and in the chaos they would then find the note he had wrote.

He waved, gesturing her over to sit with him when she reached his location. He had let her pick this place, knowing that she would remember all of the times herself when she wanted to be alone with him, and now he was going to really start bringing her over to what he was wanting. She still did not remember him from that first time, but he and had talked about things before, as well as done things together. Now, however, he was going to really begin bringing her over to his way of thinking in his own way.

The young bride shifted about, not noticing Devon in the background. For a few moments, she rested against the chair in silence, shutting her eyes for a moment. She played back the rehearsal in her mind, smiling as she thought of James. Her body ached at the mere thought of him â?? two weeks without a hint of affection beyond the sweet innocent kisses were sheer torture, Giovanni was an astounding lover despite all of his flaws otherwise.

Suddenly, she noticed Devon waving her over and offered him one of her seductive smiles, although she never intended upon doing so. She was similar to a cat in her attitudes â?? she teased, taunted yet never went beyond that. Walking up to the best man, she smiled, taking a seat beside him, leaving the glass on the table beside her.

â??Good evening, Devon,â? she purred, cocking her head to the side to observe him. The poor little girl had no idea just how twisted the man in front of her was, and how far he willed to go to have her. She has always considered him to be a great friend to Giovanni. While he could have pretended that it was all because of money, James offered Devon the position because he truly cared for his friend, he was the closest one he has ever had. Of course it was of little importance by that point, since she wouldnâ??t get the occasion to inform the best man about it. â??You wanted to talk to me?â? She wondered, cocking an eyebrow with a curious expression.

Her hand darted to her head, rubbing her temple lightly. â??God, my head is killing me,â? she sighed with a light hearted smile. Truth to be told, it took her all of her willpower to muster that smile, her headache growing by the second. There was something odd about Devon in her eyes, almost as though he was somehow more attractive.

He seemed familiar beyond the â??family friendâ?? cover he had at that point. She concentrated on his face for a few moments, trying to figure out. That three weeks fling never even crossed her mind. There were numerous flings both before and after him, and despite the fact that the passion was quite overwhelming, it all faded away overtime.

There were many times when she recalled it in the past, when her relationship with James was at a shaky ground, yet things quickly changed. The fling was forgotten. The main reason she never thought it would go far in the first place was the fact that it was built on lies. He was older than her back when they met, and encompassed everything she wished for. He was wonderful. Charming, sweet, attractive. So, she told him that she was twenty one when in truth she was merely eighteen. Her fake IDs helped her out, as well as the fact that she never told him much about herself. It was the living in the moment type of thing â?? she was only for those three weeks that she was in that city, staying at a hotel before moving on to another place with her parents. Then, after a year or so she forgot all about him.

The Devon in front of her at that moment was merely a player in her eyes. She laughed with James about all the women that longed for him, never able to fully appreciate him. Certainly, she found him attractive yet his ways disgusted her â?? she considered that a man going from woman to woman so often wasnâ??t worth wasting time on. Instead, she prided herself on being the one woman to never submit to him.

Devon smiled, very happy that now things were really starting to fall into place as he had arranged them. Desiree really did not understand him just yet, and though he was as roguish as she thought he was, he had been produced by what his life had given him. After military school and then ROTC, he had spent his time abroad with a very special unit. That was all he liked to think of, as only four years made him have enough of the service. He had left when his mother had given them the reason of Robert's illness, and he then used the rest of that time to travel both for business and pleasure... and the pleasures of business and the businesses of pleasure. It was then that he had first encountered Desiree.

He knew more than enough to know a false piece of identification, as he had a number of false identities that he could avail himself of if needed. The yacht, in order to shield it from unfair taxation on it, he sold and resold to himself through multiple ones that he discarded and destroyed the trails of, leaving him with the yacht free and clear of many of the other taxes other than the average and everyday ones. He smiled as he saw in her eyes still no real recognition of him, and as he started to speak, he knew that the triggers that were in the words he said to her will really cause her resistances to be stymied to the point that when she really tried to resist, it would be far beyond too late.

"I wanted you to know that I have decided to settle down and no longer play around. It has been too long a road, and I really need to have someone to make my yacht a home for me, Desiree. I really think that you have been the most helpful of those who have tried so often to show me this, Leslie, and I know that you and I both think it is for the best in not only our eyes and minds, but for everyone concerned."

He had used the smaller triggers so that when he used the false name she had used so long ago during the three weeks with him, she would not really notice the change. Once he had used the triggers, they would not be able to be turned off without knowing the specific word sequences that would do so. His time under the private tutelage of one of the masters of psychological warfare attached to his unit showed him how, and though he was "retired", he still did a few things for his government and their important allies from time to time. The brainwashing could not really happen just yet, as the first stage had to be subtly implanted and then tested before he continued with the conditioning to make her all his.

"Now, let us get out of her and take my car. It is through the side area, were we will have much more privacy as we leave together, Desiree Leslie."

Desiree called over a waiter, grabbing another glass of champagne. Alcohol was her solace at times of stress, and while marriage was an incredibly happy occasion, it also happened to be one of the most worrisome times of her life. Flowers not getting there on time, waiter calling in sick, the amount of guests being underestimated, her dress growing too loose on her – a snowflake was quickly turning into a large ball of snow, rolling down the hill.

Glancing back at Devon, she stared at him, for the first time in quite a while with a certain impatience in her expression. She was too tired for his riddles, and he was far from getting to the point. Not to mention his words were incredibly odd – Desiree, Leslie, much more privacy, building a life. She arched her eyebrows, letting out a low sigh. She loved Devon yet merely the way her husband loved him. “Huh?” She simply said, trying to grasp everything.

Of course the girl’s explanation for everything was yet again the influence of alcohol. She set the cup aside, feeling as though she was having a déjà vu. Finally, after a few moments of silence, the girl smiled brightly, able to catch up to his words. “Oh my god, Devon!” She exclaimed, her hands moving up to her lips briefly. “You finally found a girl you want to get serious with,” she nodded, fully convinced with her own deduction. She stood up, without realizing where she was going, and moved toward the place he mentioned, starting to walk toward the male’s car.

“Why haven’t you said anything before?” She shook her head, looking almost proud. Of course there was that hint of odd jealousy – she seldom felt it toward him, yet it was likely due to the fact that most women he dated never lasted over a few weeks. This time, things seemed serious…She frowned yet the frown was quickly replaced by a smile. Without realizing it, she made it to the car, taking a seat inside. “So do you want to introduce her or something?” She wondered, playing with her engagement ring absently.

Devon smiled in his own way, very mischievous as he drove the car into the street. He was very amused at Desiree, and how easy he got her into the car. He was very pleased as they were so close together, and she had no idea he was taking her away from everything she new. She had been on the very large yacht before, but she had never been on it for a prolonged voyage. She also had never seen all of the yacht itself, and the special rooms that he had on her for certain ways of "entertaining". He was soon moving the car out of the city, having already alerted the air strip near the dock that they would need to take care of a number of last minute things he wanted sent to the next port of call, namely all of her things he had cleaned out of her apartment during the rehearsal.

He had soon driven the rental car there, as he never drove his actual vehicle unless he had to. He stopped it in front of the dock where the Archangel was waiting. It was a very large vessel, what was known as a mega-yacht, but he was not worried about speed. It was the fact that because of multiple international registries, no one could actually board her without months of red tape and by that time, there would be no reason to. He led her aboard, smiling as he helped her up the ramp.

"I really think you will like her a lot, Desiree. She really is good for me."

Desiree watched the dark road before them, growing increasingly confused and worried. He was taking her to God knew where, while she had expected that he wanted to take her to a bar, or bring her back to her place. Nonetheless she trusted him - after all, she didn't have a reason not to. He was sweet with her fiance's family, he was Giovanni's best friend and she has known him over the few years she spent with James. Letting out a low sigh, she took in all the detail of the dark road, quickly realizing that they were going to the yacht. She was convinced that he meant that he would take her there another day - not the night before her marriage.

"I'm sure I will," She smiled tiredly, completely worn out. She tapped her fingers against the car, studying Devon. He was beyond strange. A part of her wondered if there was a surprise party or something along the lines on the yacht. "But Devon, why exactly do you have to introduce me to your girlfriend on the night before my marriage? And without Giovanni around?" She wondered, the pair of large emerald eyes trailing over his face. Although she was close friends with the male, she was never alone with him for a long time; and now that there was nobody around she was beginning to figure out who he was, the traits of his face growing increasingly familiar. Pictures of the travel spun through her mind, dangerously close to revealing his identity.

Nonetheless, she was torn out of the thoughts, following him to the Archangel. She looked about, shivering. It was quite a sinister thing at night - nobody around, a dark yacht...He could have shot her if he wanted to. She sighed at the thought, blaming alcohol for everything. "Where is she?" Desiree wondered, looking around as she walked along the deck and toward the warmer inside of the yacht.

He had grabbed the pair of latex gloves in the dark and had the cloth with the chloroform on it in his hand before she spoke. He was then behind her, arm around her waist and pinning her arms to her body with the cloth over her mouth before she would ever think to react. He held it there as long as he needed to, the yacht already getting under way. He was not going to let her go, as he knew she would have to breathe deeply before much longer. When she did, he would keep the cloth there until she had passed out.

He had it all ready, and with the docks and berths for the yachts where they were, they would be in international water in no time. In five directions, there were countries that would be more than willing to let him get away with having her on his ship, and that was the point of the matter. South of the Boarder and in the Orient, which had those five, it was still very much a man's world. But then, there were three destination courses that would lead to Africa and Europe, where he also has places to hide her. For now, he waited till the ship was out of the State's jurisdiction, and where nothing could stop him from what he was going to do.

Desiree was about to turn toward him when all of a sudden he pinned her arms to her body, his hand sliding onto her mouth with a cloth. She struggled to free her arms, her eyes filled with terror. What in the world was going on? The question spun in her now fully aware mind, up until she had to inhale, the sharp, awful odor piercing her nose. When the world went black, the last thing she saw was Giovanni.

Hours later, or perhaps were they minutes - she had no way of knowing, the woman's eyelids slowly shifted. She looked about, trying to figure out what has happened. Finally, it all came to her, hatred filling her being. Who in the world did that jerk think he was, kidnapping a woman? She looked around, glaring at the yacht. "Devon," she called out in a hiss, shutting her eyes again for a few moments to quiet down the awful headache.

Devon at that moment was finishing using the T-line that was part of the yacht wide secure satellite internet link up to send a message to the Island. It was the next afternoon, as he had made certain that he had more than a few hours extra for her to be sleeping. Giovanni was livid, as he had no idea where anyone was, but then, he had told James months before that he may have to pull out as best man even at the last minute for business abroad. No one was going to say that he had been the last person seen with Desiree, as money still spoke volumes to many. It would be months before anyone would get guilt pangs, but by then things would have changed. He then stood up from his chair in his cabin, nude, and slipped on the soft yachting slippers he usually wore. He then moved to leave his cabin.

He had placed her in a near by cabin. the crew aboard totally loyal to the modern day "robber baron". That was what his "salty older" engineer called him at times, a man who knew that moralizing was something that really did not work in the real world. He slowly opened the door, having heard her first hiss through the speakers that went into his cabin. He knew that the headache would have quieted her enough that he could enter without fear. He wondered if she would remember his body, the one that not only spent all those nights making her cum more and harder than any man before, and from the description he had gleaned from both James and her other lovers, since. He smiled and tilted his head at her.

"The headache is the worst part, I can tell you that from personal experience. I was kidnapped when I was much younger, but my mother and stepfather did the right thing to get me back. The ones who cooperated were paid handsomely, the ones who didn't... well, we shan't dwell on that. Brunch is almost ready, but to answer one of the questions you may have in your head, we have crossed the international date line, so it is Sunday where we are."

Desiree sat on the bed, looking around. She kicked off her shoes, glad that he hadn’t stripped her down. Was it all some kind of a joke? She rubbed her head tiredly, letting out a low sigh. Suddenly, she heard steps in the hallway, anger flaring inside of her. By the time Devon reached the room, her eyes were filled with hatred and almost blood lust, growing similar to those of a panther ready to tear its prey to shreds. When he did enter, however, she froze for a second, taken aback by the fact that he was naked. What in the world was he thinking? A hundred ideas came to mind; all of them involved intercourse with him. Was he going to rape her, turn him into his slave? Or perhaps was he going to sell her?

“Devon, do you think you’re funny? Is that what all this is to you, a joke?” She questioned, her eyes meeting his as she refused to look at his body. It was for that reason that she hasn’t yet recognized the man in front of her – he changed a lot over the years, sadly enough for the better on the outside yet not so much on the inside. Sunday. Suddenly the reality hit her like a bucket of cold water. He stole her right before the ceremony, and even if he were to bring her back they would never be there on time. “What have I ever done to you to deserve this?” She shook her head, going into what seemed to be a long rant. “You try to choke me; you steal me, is that how it works with you and women? I was going to get married today, to the man I love more than anything. Why would you do this to us?” She continued, sliding her hand through her rich waves of hair, pressing her palm against her forehead. “You want me because I’m not available, you’re like a little boy who wants his friend’s toy. But then what? You’ll play with me, ruin my life and throw me out?” She questioned, disgust clear on her face, her voice remaining icy cold.

The thing with Desiree was her refusal to yell. She always had a cold voice when she got angry, acting as though the person wasn’t even worth her attention. It worked incredibly well, most people instantly apologizing. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. Of course, she would lie to him. Perhaps it would scare him enough to get him to bring her back. “I’m pregnant you know,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks for authenticity, although she didn’t need to try hard to elicit them. “I was going to tell them after the ceremony, and what am I supposed to do now?” She fell back on the bed with a hand over her eyes, silent.

"No, Desiree. I don't want to play with you, that was all James wanted. I want all of you, not just for you to be a pretty woman for my arm while I am fucking my whore of an 'assistant'. As for funny, Desiree, no, it is not funny, especially as I have given you so very many chances to recognize me. All that time, sunbathing and fucking across the coasts of the Mediterranean.. and you forget the man who first discovered you were multiply orgasmic? I can hardly think that as you know I have a much bigger cock than anyone you have been with, including James."

He leaned back against the door for a few minutes, tempting her to look at least once. He knew he was telling the truth, as she had told him herself that James was not a real match for his size. He tilted his head, watching and waiting for her to realize who he was. She had to remember now, all of those days and nights that he had made her cum, sometimes in public places even though they were not really known to those around them. His cock was getting hard at the though, especially at the though of how sultry and tight her pussy could get. As she tried to sell the pregnant fiction, he reminded her of part of her story from the old days.

"Oh, so you found a way to reverse the German Measles effect that you claimed rendered you where you could not conceive? If that is so, that is a medical marvel.. but then, you would not have douched so religiously with that spermicidal fluid if that were true either."

Desiree glared at him. "I'm hotter than that slut, and we had an agreement with Giovanni that he would fire her," she pointed out, letting out a low sigh. Despite herself, she felt her gaze trail down his body to his cock. She could never forget that much. Looking back up at him, trying to ignore the fact that she noticed him twitch, growing harder, she frowned. "So what? You gave me chances? I never asked for anything from you. Has it ever occured to you, Devon, that maybe sex is not everything that counts? Or maybe that I would have preferred to keep the memory of who you were back than, instead of seeing this awful person who sleeps with anything that moves? If you had chosen to seduce me, if you had chosen me over all the other women, then maybe things would have been different," she stated, shaking her head. "I liked the guy you were in the Mediterranean, and maybe it was about the sex for you, but I really did like you, and it took me months to get over it," she continued, biting on her lower lip, her tone growing bitter.

"And why the hell do you think that you are just the best, hm? You don't know everything about me, despite what you would like to believe. Why in the world are you even doing this? I hate you for what you've done, where do you want things to go? Will you rape me, or put something in my food to knock me out? Have you been spying on me all these years, and why the hell did you have to wait until the last moment? You didn't even bother dropping your ways when I broke up with James after he cheated on me," she continued with a seemingly endless stream of questions. "And it was a lie. I can conceive, and I haven't douched with anything," she stated, getting caught up in her lies. "I figured that I could pretend it was a miracle if I ever did get pregnant after me and James were married. I didn't want kids, I'm too young for it. So I got the contraceptive shots every three months while he thought I was trying to get pregnant," she pointed out. "And fine, I'm not pregnant, but I want to go home."

"Why would you go through all this? Even when you had me, you were sleeping around with other women," she added coolly. One of the waitress, who was a pretty thing yet nothing compared to the girl, leading to quite a hatred on the waitress's behalf, told her that she was sleeping with James, so Desiree never questioned it and pushed her parents to get a ticket to the following destination earlier than expected.

"I was never with anyone but you, Desiree. You left with your parents before I could even tell you what happened, and that hurt me a lot."

He was moving closer to her, knowing that he had the upper hand. He didn't intend to either mince words nor waste time, and he suddenly was pushing her back onto the bed. He was in bed with her, his legs moving and pinning hers down as he was over her. His cock was superbly hard, and as he looked down at her, the memories of all of the times he had taken her in such a manner came back to him. He towered over here that way, and he knew she would eventually steal a glance at the member that was quite literally in her face to a point.

"All those nights, telling your parents that you and your friends were out places experiencing the city... and you were letting me do things like this to you that made you tremble with desire for hours after you had left my bed. Did you really think I would let you marry another man when you admitted to me more times than I can count that I made you whimper with need and that you body and heart were mine to command?"

He slowly leaned in, pinning her down more as he kissed her mouth with ravenous desire and flaming passion.

Desiree fell silent for a few moments, studying him. “That waitress told me that she has been sleeping with you from the moment we met,” she pointed out, watching him move closer. She crawled back against the bed’s head, trying to get away from him. His hard cock was pressing against her slightly, bringing back those tantalizing nights. She shook her head as he spoke, trying to push back the unwanted memories.

“They weren’t, it was just a summer fling,” she stated weakly. “And why did you let things go so far? Why did you let me fall in love with another man and just slept with everything that moved while I was with him? You could have seduced me, everything would have been fine, but instead you force me to hate you. I don’t want this,” she murmured, her hands weakly resting on his chest as though she was about to push him away.

His kiss caused her heart to skip a beat, her body briefly relaxing. His lips were so wonderful and sweet that she could hardly remember why she was angry. “No,” she finally murmured, pulling away. “You’ll use me and then leave me, how do you expect me to agree to everything you want when you don’t even respect me enough to let me choose?” She muttered, tears filling the large emerald orbs.

Devon shook his head, his hands moving to cup and knead her breasts. He had waited far too long, and in all reasonably truth, he waited more than any man should have. He smiled, his words very focused on her as he pressed his body to her. He knew his cock was against her pelvis now, and he moved her where he had her lying on the bed flatter as he spoke to her about why he had done it this way.

"You have had too many choices, Desiree, and you have almost always made the bad ones. You would not have listened to me then, nor now if I had not resorted to drastic measures. I am in love with you, and I will not leave you somewhere, as you are now on my ship and you belong to me as you have since that first night."

His fingers squeezed and caressed her lovely globes more, and he rolled his hips so that the tip of his cock moved against her clit and down her pussy lips. He was not going to play fair, because she did not deserve fair. He was giving her what she deserved and needed, his dominance.

Desiree looked away, shaking her head. She tried to resist his touch, the warmth between her legs. When he moved about, her dress lifted to show off her panties, his hard cock pressing against the wet fabric. "Too many choices? When?" She questioned, shaking her head. "I would have listened, if not that summer than later. You never even tried. And how can you judge? You've been with hundreds of women after me, I've only been with three men," she murmured, her voice shaky. "And I don't want to belong to you, it's degrading, stop being so cocky," she pushed him softly, gasping softly as he pushed his tip toward her.

"You're lying," she sobbed. "If you were in love with me, you wouldn't have been forcing me into things now," she shook her head, yet despite herself she loved it. She could hardly wait for him to strip her from her clothes, fill her up again, make her scream in pleasure. She wasn't certain how he did it, but her body did comply with his desires.

Her mind meanwhile resisted as she grew angrier and angrier with the injustice of his actions. "I don't want to have sex with you," she moaned out, trying to prevent her hands from sliding along his neck and caressing his back, her fingers intertwining with his hair.

"You are lying. I have kept up with your escapades, Desiree. More like three times 20, but then you did not always remember all of the men you have been with. That stops right now, my Lovely."

His hands started doing just what he read that her body was wanting. He started stripping her of her clothing, soon getting her in only those lovely shoes of hers. He smiled as his hands squeezed more on her lovely breasts, pressing tightly on them on all sides. He continued with his words, his aggressiveness not letting up as he spoke with authority to her.

"Yes, you do want to have sex with me, but you want much more than that. You want to be claimed and conquered by a real man, a man who is Dominant over you and refuses to allow you to act like you have been most of your life."

He then moved and place the head of his cock at her pussy, pushing the head inside of her immediately.

Desiree sighed at his comment, shaking her head. She kicked off her shoes, her arms tightly wrapping around his neck. She missed his body so much, although his attitude had changed over the years. "In bed, sure, but I don't want you to tell me what to do with my life," she stated, growing a lot meeker. She did love to be dominated in bed, something he quickly figured out yet Giovanni had yet to understand. Of course now it was too late. The wedding was off and he would never take her back.

She dropped all attempts at reasonning with him, Devon was crazy and she was coming to terms with it - at least as long as he was holding her. When he pushed his head into her, much to her dismay, wet pussy, she couldn't help but let out a moan, arching her back against him.

"You're not fair," she whispered weakly, already at the point where she would do just about anything he told her to. She moved her hips upwards, eager to feel more of that thick, long cock of his. "God, Devon, why didn't you just seduce me again years earlier, why did you have to wait to make this so much more complicated?" She murmured, realizing that tears were still filling her eyes.

"Real love is not supposed to be fair, Desiree. It never is, and that is something you need to learn to understand. And I only made things as complicated as you wanted them to be...."

He pushed his cock all the way into her pussy, bottoming out and rolling his hips so his pelvis could grind against her clit and lips. He smiled as he kissed her cheeks, tasting her tears as he started to move. He was thrusting into her steadily, not relenting at all when his pelvis slammed into hers and his balls slapped against her perineum.

"I'm sick of you telling me what I wanted. I never wanted any of this," She whispered tiredly, gasping as he pushed his huge cock all the way into her. She bit on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from moaning, nothing but low whimpers escaping her lips as he moved in and out of her. "I hate you so much, Devon," she let out, moaning out at the same time.

She loathed him with all her might yet the sex was incredible. When he pushed into her, almost pushing through her cervix, she couldn't help but want him to continue, yet whenever her eyes met his and she remembered where she was, she wished he could disappear. "Please stop," she cried out, her hands finally acquiring enough power to push against him.

Devon ignored Desiree, starting to pound in and out of her pussy as he pleased. She had told him that her body would always belong to him, and he knew she remembered that promise. She had willingly took her clothing off in public places for him, allowed him to sodomize her on beaches and in swimming pools in front of witnesses, and she belonged to him. He rolled his hips and started grinding his pelvis into her as hard as he knew she wanted him to. She was his, and there was nothing she could say about it. He knew how far she would go to try and lie about what she wanted, but he knew what she needed. She was not going to get him to let her go, based on the fact that she had proven time and again she did not deserve her "freedom".

"No, because your cunt and body is responding to my every thrust. It always has, Desiree, because from that first night when you swore your body was mine to command, you knew I would be back for you. You are mine and always have been, and you plotting to enter into a marriage you knew neither you nor he would ever honor was the real low blow. You know he is not even half the man I am, and you are feeling it all over again right now!!"

"It's not all about you, Devon, it never was," she shook her head, speaking in all sincerity. "And it's not all about sex, either. Are you really a man, knocking me out instead of seducing me? Forcing me into sex?" She gasped, shutting her eyes again. She refused to look at him despite the physical pleasure he brought her. It was tantalizing how good he felt inside of her, moving his huge cock around her tight walls. It took her a while to readjust to him, she wasn't used to such a side any longer.

Her hands clenched around the sheets, her hips moving against his ones slightly. Her screams of pleasure steadily grew louder and louder, yet she never touched or kissed him. The anger toward him was hard to contain, she was sick of him telling her what she thought, telling her that she was his just because he was bigger than most men she's ever been with. The girl was past the point in her life where sex was the only thing to matter. She wanted more than that, and he was stealing it from her. She decided to make things as complicated as she could for him when he wasn't fucking her to avoid granting him the satisfaction of breaking her.

I forgot how exasperating she can become when she does not like reality shown to her.

He did not care if she touched him just yet, as he continued to speed up his thrusts inside of her. He was very close to the edge, just as she felt she was. He knew what she wanted, the fairy tale romance that she really believed she deserved without the messiness of real life. She also didn't realize that was what he was trying to give her as best as possible. He was very close, and he was not going to go over that line alone. He rolled and rotated his hips, making her feel his cock all over and all inside her pussy. He was making her feel him as she had before, but because she was withholding the loving affection, he was merely doing the same for now.

"And would you have given me the equal opportunity to re-seduce you all over again, putting James on hold?"

He knew the answer, but if she thought she would get out of answering, that was not going to happen at all.

Desiree bit on her lower lip, trying to hold back the moans brought on by his rolling, rotating hips. She shut her eyes, her hands cleching so tightly around the sheets that her nails almost tore through them. Despite her best attempts, however, she could feel her chest raise and fall in irregular, shallow movement, low sighs and moans sneaking their way past her lips. She could feel her hips respond slightly to his thrusts, moving almost in syns with them. Her body was quickly growing tighter, the pleasure bringing her close to the edge despite the psychological refusal.

His question took her aback, causing her to turn her head to face him, her eyes parting open. She watched him for a few moments, trying to figure out the answer. She loved James, yet...Slowly, she nodded. "Yes, I would have," she replied in a hardly audible murmur before looking away again.