For the Love of Marni
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
15,491
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 9 – Back Again
Chapter 9 – Back Again
Hauling them back to his car had taken a lot more work than he had reckoned on. His heart had stopped pounding once he had bent to check on each of them, making sure that their hearts still were beating. They were, thankfully, although they both had some bruises. Marni was covered in tiny little pieces of gravel that her clothing had picked up on her slide down the stream bed. Her shoes were soaked through from being immersed in the water, and she seemed cold to him. He looked forward to the bath he would give her.
Hannah was further down, face down in some mud. The clothes he had gotten her were completely ruined. He sighed and lifted her, bringing her to the truck, and laid her down next to her mother. He would have to bathe her as well. Again and again he cursed himself for even taking the younger when he could have just left her behind. Hannah’s presence had, seemingly, done nothing except aggravate her mother’s situation.
The drive back to the guest house was uneventful. The two were still unconscious when he lifted them into the house and laid them on their respective beds. Taking care to make sure that the doors were locked, he first changed out of his clothing, now wet and muddied, then went back into the guest house to check on his charges. Both were still out, and so he went into Hannah’s room to ready her bath. He had decided while changing that he would get her out of the way first, then on to her mother.
Luke stripped off her clothing and lowered her small body into the water. He scrubbed her in a military sort of way, seeing only a job to be done and not one he particularly enjoyed. He grabbed a bucket from the side of the tub and filled it, preparing to wash her hair. It was soft and long, and he reveled in how his hands felt, working through the shampoo in her hair. If she looked anything like her mother when she was an adult, she would be blessed. He washed the soap suds off of her, dried her, put her in a nightgown and tucked her in. It was almost like how he had cared for his son.
He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts of tenderness toward this child. The only way he could allow himself to feel tenderness toward this child is in knowing that Hannah was Marni’s life.
When she was finally in bed, tucked in, and breathing normally, Luke left her room and went to Marni’s. It looked like she was stirring, when he viewed her on the video screens, but it could just be that she was shifting in her sleep. Just to be sure that he wouldn’t get any surprises he rewound the last hour of tape and confirmed that she had not woken up during that time. The only good he could find from this incident, other than showing Marni that she was his and escape was fruitless, was that he had learned what she was capable of. While he didn’t expect her to come to him meekly, he certainly expected her to give a little once she realized that her life was not in danger, her daughter was safe, and that he loved her with all his heart. Luke would just have to try harder to make her see his way.
He entered the room cautiously, shutting and locking the door behind him, and then tucked the key into his inside coat pocket, zipping it carefully shut. No more chances this time. Marni did not stir, and he walked slowly to the bed to feel her pulse. It was faint, but steady. To his estimation, she would probably wake again in another few hours, which would leave him time for another bath and perhaps a longer sex session this time. He longed for her to be awake, longed to show her how much she had hurt him by hurting her and take what she would not give up willingly, but that would be for later. Luke’s cock sprang up in his pants just thinking about sliding into her wet pussy, and about how she had moaned for him before. He knew she would come to him willingly, but it seemed he would have to break her first.
He knelt beside the bed and reached his hand out to stroke her face, then stopped just before it reached her. No, he decided, he would not do this now. He would have her on his terms or not at all. She would come to accept him and they would love each other.
He left the room, feeling torn between wanting to break things in frustration and fucking Marni’s unconscious body until she woke up again. He would not. He would ask her to come to him willingly and if she refused there would be consequences.
***
Luke had a lot of catching up to do. He put in a call to his lawyer to check up on the situation regarding custody of his son. No change, of course, but to give up now would mean true defeat and he couldn’t let his bitch of an ex-wife get the only thing he had ever loved. Almost everything, he reminded himself. He checked the news for any sign that Marni and her daughter were missed. There was no mention, but he checked past news as well just to be sure.
He did laundry, washed dishes, cleaned the house, and prepared clean linens to be put in Hannah and Marni’s room. Just because they disappointed him did not mean that he should abandon them to fend for themselves.
After preparing some food for each, bundling everything off to the guest house, and delivering everything to his sleeping captives, he was quite tired and glad that the menial chores had calmed him down some. He still burned with anger at Marni for trying to run from him.
He checked on each, making sure that their heart rates were steady and that they weren’t in any visible discomfort. They were not, and he chided himself for hovering over them like a nurse. They would wake when they woke, and there was very little he could do to help the process along. In Marni’s case he did as little for her as he could, worried that if he were physically around her for too long, he would break the deal that his mind had made with the rest of his body.
As he left her room he felt anxiety. There was no denying the fact that he was in a difficult situation with the two of them. Obviously if he were caught he would be sent to jail for a very long time. In his mind, though, it didn’t even equate to the life he might have with Marni. Marni represented his entire life, past present and future. Not being with her was not an option, was not even a consideration, so the thought of jail was distant and unreal to him. “Right” might not be on his side for this particular endeavor, but he was sure that in the end he would have the reward he had worked so hard to receive: Marni’s love.
Before Luke knew what he was doing he found himself walking in the woods, in the direction that his captives had ran. He laughed at himself to find himself here. Marni and her daughter were his again and firmly within his grasp. He began to walk back towards the house and found his thoughts drifting again. That’s it, he thought, there’s only one thing that can make me feel better again. He sat down in front of his TV monitors, popped in an old tape of Marni and watched her, next to the screens in her current room. Soon he was drifting off, thoughts of his angel filling his head and a smile on his face.
Hauling them back to his car had taken a lot more work than he had reckoned on. His heart had stopped pounding once he had bent to check on each of them, making sure that their hearts still were beating. They were, thankfully, although they both had some bruises. Marni was covered in tiny little pieces of gravel that her clothing had picked up on her slide down the stream bed. Her shoes were soaked through from being immersed in the water, and she seemed cold to him. He looked forward to the bath he would give her.
Hannah was further down, face down in some mud. The clothes he had gotten her were completely ruined. He sighed and lifted her, bringing her to the truck, and laid her down next to her mother. He would have to bathe her as well. Again and again he cursed himself for even taking the younger when he could have just left her behind. Hannah’s presence had, seemingly, done nothing except aggravate her mother’s situation.
The drive back to the guest house was uneventful. The two were still unconscious when he lifted them into the house and laid them on their respective beds. Taking care to make sure that the doors were locked, he first changed out of his clothing, now wet and muddied, then went back into the guest house to check on his charges. Both were still out, and so he went into Hannah’s room to ready her bath. He had decided while changing that he would get her out of the way first, then on to her mother.
Luke stripped off her clothing and lowered her small body into the water. He scrubbed her in a military sort of way, seeing only a job to be done and not one he particularly enjoyed. He grabbed a bucket from the side of the tub and filled it, preparing to wash her hair. It was soft and long, and he reveled in how his hands felt, working through the shampoo in her hair. If she looked anything like her mother when she was an adult, she would be blessed. He washed the soap suds off of her, dried her, put her in a nightgown and tucked her in. It was almost like how he had cared for his son.
He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts of tenderness toward this child. The only way he could allow himself to feel tenderness toward this child is in knowing that Hannah was Marni’s life.
When she was finally in bed, tucked in, and breathing normally, Luke left her room and went to Marni’s. It looked like she was stirring, when he viewed her on the video screens, but it could just be that she was shifting in her sleep. Just to be sure that he wouldn’t get any surprises he rewound the last hour of tape and confirmed that she had not woken up during that time. The only good he could find from this incident, other than showing Marni that she was his and escape was fruitless, was that he had learned what she was capable of. While he didn’t expect her to come to him meekly, he certainly expected her to give a little once she realized that her life was not in danger, her daughter was safe, and that he loved her with all his heart. Luke would just have to try harder to make her see his way.
He entered the room cautiously, shutting and locking the door behind him, and then tucked the key into his inside coat pocket, zipping it carefully shut. No more chances this time. Marni did not stir, and he walked slowly to the bed to feel her pulse. It was faint, but steady. To his estimation, she would probably wake again in another few hours, which would leave him time for another bath and perhaps a longer sex session this time. He longed for her to be awake, longed to show her how much she had hurt him by hurting her and take what she would not give up willingly, but that would be for later. Luke’s cock sprang up in his pants just thinking about sliding into her wet pussy, and about how she had moaned for him before. He knew she would come to him willingly, but it seemed he would have to break her first.
He knelt beside the bed and reached his hand out to stroke her face, then stopped just before it reached her. No, he decided, he would not do this now. He would have her on his terms or not at all. She would come to accept him and they would love each other.
He left the room, feeling torn between wanting to break things in frustration and fucking Marni’s unconscious body until she woke up again. He would not. He would ask her to come to him willingly and if she refused there would be consequences.
***
Luke had a lot of catching up to do. He put in a call to his lawyer to check up on the situation regarding custody of his son. No change, of course, but to give up now would mean true defeat and he couldn’t let his bitch of an ex-wife get the only thing he had ever loved. Almost everything, he reminded himself. He checked the news for any sign that Marni and her daughter were missed. There was no mention, but he checked past news as well just to be sure.
He did laundry, washed dishes, cleaned the house, and prepared clean linens to be put in Hannah and Marni’s room. Just because they disappointed him did not mean that he should abandon them to fend for themselves.
After preparing some food for each, bundling everything off to the guest house, and delivering everything to his sleeping captives, he was quite tired and glad that the menial chores had calmed him down some. He still burned with anger at Marni for trying to run from him.
He checked on each, making sure that their heart rates were steady and that they weren’t in any visible discomfort. They were not, and he chided himself for hovering over them like a nurse. They would wake when they woke, and there was very little he could do to help the process along. In Marni’s case he did as little for her as he could, worried that if he were physically around her for too long, he would break the deal that his mind had made with the rest of his body.
As he left her room he felt anxiety. There was no denying the fact that he was in a difficult situation with the two of them. Obviously if he were caught he would be sent to jail for a very long time. In his mind, though, it didn’t even equate to the life he might have with Marni. Marni represented his entire life, past present and future. Not being with her was not an option, was not even a consideration, so the thought of jail was distant and unreal to him. “Right” might not be on his side for this particular endeavor, but he was sure that in the end he would have the reward he had worked so hard to receive: Marni’s love.
Before Luke knew what he was doing he found himself walking in the woods, in the direction that his captives had ran. He laughed at himself to find himself here. Marni and her daughter were his again and firmly within his grasp. He began to walk back towards the house and found his thoughts drifting again. That’s it, he thought, there’s only one thing that can make me feel better again. He sat down in front of his TV monitors, popped in an old tape of Marni and watched her, next to the screens in her current room. Soon he was drifting off, thoughts of his angel filling his head and a smile on his face.