The Affair

Battlefield

John was sitting on his couch with a drink in his hand when he heard the knock on the door. He walked over and opened the door.

“I figured you’d be here soon. Victor called me and told me he saw you. I know why you’re here.”

“Well can I come in?” She saw the drink in his hand. This wasn’t a good sign.

He saw her looking at his drink. “Don’t worry Marlena, I’m not drunk. I have to be in tip top shape for you.” He still hadn’t moved out of the door way.

“Where’s Boaty?”

“I told Victor to swing by and pick him up. We’re alone.”

She asked again, “Can I please come in?”

He moved out of the door frame and allowed her to enter the loft. But as soon as she passed him he reached out with his free hand and grabbed her by her arm. He was so fast she didn’t realize that he had actually managed to close the door behind her and slam her into it. His drink fell to the floor. He had her pinned to the door; his face inches away from hers.

“What are you doing John?” She had never seen him like this before.

The usual warmth that radiated from his eyes was gone. In its place was a cold icy blue she had never seen before. She repeated her question again, “John what are you doing?”

He stared into her eyes, “I’m just giving you what you came for?”

“I came here to explain.”

He raised both her arms above her head and held them together with one hand, “There’s no need for an explanation.”

Even though she could see it was John standing before her, pinning her to the door there was not a single trace of the man she loved with all of her heart. He was gone and instead was someone she didn’t recognize. “John, please listen to me.”

Just for an instant she thought she saw him waver, some hint of recognition and then just like that it gone. “There’s nothing you need to say. That’s not why you’re here. You and I both know it.”

“I swear to you I had no idea I was going to a renewal ceremony. I thought it was just dinner.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

She pleaded with him, “It does matter; it matters to me…you have to believe me.” Her heart was racing. She knew he would be upset but she had no idea he would take it this hard.

She almost convinced him but then he remembered the caption underneath the picture… word for word: Romance is Alive and Well in Salem. It was obvious to him what his role in Marlena’s life was. If that’s what she wanted than by God he would give it to her. He ripped her blouse open with his free hand. Like his drink, her buttons flew everywhere and eventually landed on the floor. He could see her breasts straining against her brassiere.

“Don’t do this, John.”

“It’s the reason you’re here. Be honest for once…you’re here to be fucked.”

She couldn’t believe her ears. “Is that what you think? You think I want you to – what’s the word you used – oh yeah, ‘f**k’ me.”

“It’s the only reason you’re here. It’s what I do best.” He nudged open her legs with his knee and pressed himself between her legs.

She could feel his erection straining against his pants.

“Romance is what you want from Roman but this” he lowered one of her hands down to his crotch until she was able to cup him, “is what you want from me.” Her hand went back above her head.

“Don’t do this… I love you.”

“Marlena, love’s got nothing to do with it. It’s all about what’s between my legs and your legs.”

“You’re wrong…love has everything to do with it. If you didn’t love me you wouldn’t be so angry and hurt right now. I know you love me just as much I love you.”

“Then you don’t know anything and I’m going to prove it you. What we have between us is great fucking.”

“Don’t say that…don’t demean our relationship like that.”

“Are you saying the s*x between us isn’t amazing? That every time we’re near each other all we want to do is f**k. That I’m nothing more to you than a walking, talking and incredible f*****g machine.”

“No, that’s not true.” Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. She hated the way he was talking about their relationship, the way he was talking to her.

“So I’m not the best f**k you’ve ever had in your life.”

Her voice was a whisper, “No you are best lover I’ve ever had in my life.” She couldn’t bring herself to describe him as just a f**k.

“So I am the best fuck.”

“You’re twisting my words.” She lowered her head as her tears began to fall slowly down her face.

“Marlena we don’t do the word thing…you’re getting confused. You do the word thing with Roman – think back to last week and renewing your vows. We do the f*****g thing and it’s time to fuck.” His eyes were as cold as ice.

At the mention of renewing her vows something inside of her snapped. Now she was angry. She was tired of men who claimed to know her the best making all of her decisions. First it was Roman with his renewal celebration and now it was John describing their relationship as nothing more than f*****g. Enough was enough. The tears stopped flowing. Two could play at this game. She raised her head in order to look him squarely in the eyes.

The sudden change in her demeanor shocked John. As he gazed into her eyes he could see the fury behind them. And again for a moment, his eyes softened…until she spoke.

“I decide…me and no one else, who, when and where I want to f**k and it’s damn sure not you.”

Any momentary remorse he might have felt disappeared. Once again he was John Borne Stefano’s mercenary and in her case – her personal f*****g machine. “At last,” his voice full of sarcasm, “the real Marlena Evers Boaty appears.” He used her last name on purpose as a tribute to her recent re-commitment to Roman.

His sarcasm and use of the Boaty name was not lost on her. “Well you’re right about one thing. I am the real Marlena Evers but you, you’re nothing like the man I love …you’re not John Borne at all.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. The man you see standing before you is the real John Borne.”

“Is that right? You’re the real John Borne…don’t insult my intelligence. You’re nothing like him. You might look like him but that’s where the resemblance ends.” The more they talked the angrier she became. How dare he assume that he could have her any time he wanted. “Now let go of me or are you afraid if you do, I’ll walk out the door without so much as a second glance.”

“You think so…you think you can leave here without getting what you came for, what you always want from me, without me f*****g you…now who’s insulting who.”

Her eyes were blazing, “Let go of me and watch me walk out that door.” She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.

He was just as angry as she was. “So you’re saying I’m not the man you want and if I let you go you can walk away from me without looking back.”

“Did I stutter…watch me.” The last two words were spoken as if she was daring him to do just that, to let her go.

“You win.” He lowered her arms until they were at her side and finally he let go of her.

“Now if you move out of my way, I’ll be leaving.” She stood there waiting for him to step aside.

But he wasn’t through with her yet. “Not so fast.”

She laughed sarcastically, “I knew you couldn’t do it. Your ego wouldn’t allow me to just walk out of the door.”

“You can still leave but I just want the chance to prove my point.”

“Which is?”

“That you want me no matter what. That I give you what you crave, what the good Roman Boaty is incapable of …the kind of f**k you dream about late at night when you’re lying in bed next to him unable to sleep. You know the kind of f**k I’m talking about…the kind we did in your office last week,” he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “over and over and over again.” He felt the sharp intake of breath she took the minute she did it. Gotcha ya.

She pushed him away from her. “You are not what I want or crave. I want my John Borne and you’re nothing like him. Do you think I want your hands on me? Do you think I want you to make love to me? I want nothing to do with you. I want you to leave me the hell alone.”

His voice remained cold and hard, “I said nothing about making love…I’m talking about good ole fashion f*****g…nothing else and as far as leaving you alone…that’s the last thing you want.”

“You know you keep using the f*****g word. Is that supposed to shock me? Or am I just supposed to fall into your bed because I’m so overcome with desire for you?”

“Whether the word shocks you or not is irrelevant…it’s what’s about to take place and as far as falling into my bed…we’ll never make it that far, we never do.”

“Let’s just get this over with so I can leave.” She stood completely still and closed her eyes. She did not want him and she would prove it right now. There was nothing he could do to change her mind.

John watched her as she stood still in front him. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to know it’s me who’s f*****g you.”

“Fine.” She opened her eyes and stared straight into his. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. You will not let this man affect you in any way she told herself. He was not her John but a stranger, someone she didn’t know; someone she didn’t want to know.

He didn’t see the slight shiver but he knew her well enough that he could guess she was probably having a talk with herself…trying to convince herself that she would not let her body respond to him. But that was a battle she would lose. He would prove his point and he would have her again and again until she begged him to stop. Then and only then would he stop. “Let me make you a bit more comfortable.”

“Don’t bother; I won’t be here that long.” She could feel her heart beating in her chest.

His hands went to the front of her blouse as he ripped her brassiere into two, immediately freeing her breasts. His eyes were still staring into hers. He hadn’t bothered to look down yet. He already knew what he would find.

Marlena stood there not moving a muscle. He’s not what I want; he’s not what I want she told herself repeatedly. As his gaze drifted to her breasts she looked down and saw what he saw, her n*****s harden. “Don’t flatter yourself…it’s the air and nothing more.” Now more than ever she made a conscious effort to control her breathing. The last thing she wanted was for him to think he had any kind of effect on her.

“Are you sure that’s all it is?”

“It’s damn sure not you. Are you through yet?” She was afraid her anger was slowly dissolving into desire.

“I haven’t even started.” He took a step closer to her.

“Let me know when you’re done.” She wanted to back up but there was no where for her to go. She was cornered.

He stooped down and placed his hands underneath her skirt. “I’ll be done when you beg me to stop and not a second sooner.”

“Beg you to stop.” His last comment brought all of her anger back and sent her to a new level of rage. She wasn’t a violent person but she wanted to hit him. “Just who the hell do you think you are? Do you think I’m some helpless woman who’s just going to fall over you because you touch me?”

Finding her panties, he ripped them off of her; tearing them in half. Still holding a piece of her underwear in his hand John stood up and said, “I’m John Borne, the man who f***s you like no one else and as a matter of fact I do think you’re going to give in.”

That was it, she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t believe in violence but by God she wanted to hit him. The last time she slapped his face was the when they were in West Virginia and she believed he was Stefano. Marlena raised her hand ….

He was waiting for it. He caught her hand in mid air and pinned it behind her back. Before she knew what was happening he had her other arm pinned behind her back as well. Using his body weight he pushed her against the door there by trapping her arms between her body and the door and allowing him the opportunity to free his hands. Once his hands were free, he placed one on each of her elbows pressing them back, effectively trapping her while simultaneously pushing her breasts up and forward.

Damn! There was nothing she could do. He had her trapped and she knew it. She was furious. Her entire body was trembling with rage. He had pushed her buttons hoping she would react and she did just what he wanted her to do. She swore to herself that would be the last time she lost control.

He could see the rage in her eyes but he didn’t care. In an effort to further infuriate her he flashed her a smile or more accurately a smirk, communicating to her he had her right where he wanted.

As enraged as she was, she was determined his antics would not illicit a single response from her. It was what he wanted and what he expected and she would be damned before she allowed that to happen again. She stared straight into his dark cold blue eyes letting him know there was nothing he could do to her that would make her say a single word.

John took her act of defiance as a challenge. She had no idea of the things he was capable of doing. It was time to give her a small taste of what she was in for. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Are you ready?” He knew she wouldn’t answer but he also knew she would try to anticipate where his mouth would be next…and that was just what he wanted her to do. He pulled away from her ear as slowly as possible and gave the false impression he would soon attack her neck.

The feel of his warm breath on her body sent a chill throughout her body, but remaining true to vow, she never showed any reaction. Knowing him the way she did, she anticipated his next move would be to place his mouth on her neck at the exact spot that would normally send her over the edge. He was the only man who knew that special place on her body…in fact he was the first one to discover it. Concentrate Marlena she told herself. This is not your John. She began to mentally prepare for his assault.

Misdirection was something John was an expert at. He had no idea how he knew how to use it, but it was a safe bet that it was a part of his past that was still a mystery to him, the past that only Stefano knew. He was pretty sure Stefano had been his teacher and when it came to misdirection, no one was better at it than Stefano. So while Marlena was busy concentrating on what he was whispering in her ear and trying to anticipate his next move, it gave him the perfect opportunity to strike. And strike he did…with a quickness that even surprised him.

She was so sure she knew what he would do, she never saw it coming. She never felt his hands slowly ease back on the pressure to her elbows while he was whispering in her ear. She never realized her arms were no longer pinned behind her. In fact, while she was steeling herself against his assault on her neck she never felt his hands slowly move to up to her forearms. And before she knew it, John had turned her 180 degrees until she was facing the door, inserted his left hand between her breasts and the door, slipped his right hand on the base of her neck in order to grab a handful of her hair and pressed his body into hers making sure she could feel his erection. Once again she was cornered…only this time her arms were trapped by her sides.

Her mind was racing…what the hell happened? What was he doing to her? She barely had enough time to adjust to her new position before he began his assault on her neck and breasts.

John pulled her hair causing her head to fall back on his chest. Immediately he began to move his mouth up and down her neck capturing her skin between his lips. While his mouth was busy with her neck his left hand began to roughly pull and tweak her n*****s. He needed her to know how much she hurt him, how it felt to be used.

Because of the new position and his sudden assault on her body, Marlena was completely overwhelmed by all new sensations. Her mind couldn’t process everything that was happening to her at once and because of that, she never realized John had already let go of her hair and was making his way down her body underneath her skirt.

He had her right where he wanted…his mouth nipping and biting her neck, one hand squeezing and pulling the n*****s of her breasts and the other hand almost between her legs.

Marlena was running the gamut of emotions and sensations. She was fighting with everything she had. Her body was beginning to betray her. She couldn’t let that happen. His mouth on her neck gave her so much pleasure while his hand on her breasts gave her both exquisite pain and pleasure simultaneously. Already she could feel the wetness begin to seep out of her. She was grateful that she was facing the door and not him. He could not see her face until she regained some measure of control. Anger! Remember your anger she told herself. She wanted to scream for him to stop but she wouldn’t…she would not give in to him. Not after the way he wouldn’t listen to her, not after the way he talked about their relationship. There was no way in hell she would give in. Good…her anger was replacing the desire she felt. And then she felt his other hand between her legs.

His fingers slipped inside of her easily. He stopped kissing her neck long enough to say, “I knew you wanted this. No matter what you say you came here for this… for me to f**k you.” His fingers began to move in and out of her.

No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She screamed in her head. Marlena knew what would happen. Her body was giving into what it wanted and it wanted him. She could feel his fingers slip in and out of her with ease. Marlena heard him whispering in her ear but she couldn’t quite process the words and their meaning. She was on the edge.

It was only a matter of time and he knew it. He controlled the entire situation. His hand began to move in and out of her faster and faster, each time rubbing her c******s until he felt the slightest tremble in her legs. If he continued she would come against his hand. That’s not what he wanted. He immediately stopped and withdrew his fingers from inside of her.

She was so close and then nothing. She was left teetering on the brink of ecstasy with no way to alleviate the agony she was now experiencing. Slowly her head began to clear but the throbbing between her legs was unbearable. She needed to concentrate on something else, anything else but the throbbing. Think Marlena, think.

He watched as she struggled with the sudden emptiness she felt. His hand was no longer on her breast, his mouth was no longer on her neck and most of all, his fingers were no longer inside of her.

Now that the fog was lifting his words were slowly coming back to her. And then she remembered. The painful throbbing between her legs was no longer an issue. Once again his words brought on her rage. Rage that she would use to her advantage. Rage was a powerful motivator and right now she was definitely motivated. She was an educated woman…damn it! Use your brain. Slowly a snippet of an idea began to float around in her subconscious…not quite there…but it was becoming clearer. All she had to do was concentrate just a little harder and all would be revealed. He had no idea who he was messing with but he would soon know. And for the first time since she walked into his loft, she smiled.

It was becoming clearer by the moment. He had been one step ahead of her since she walked into his loft and now she understood why. He knew her…the way she would react to him…the way her body reacted whenever she was around him…he knew just how to push her buttons…how to get a rise of out of her…he knew her. She on the other hand, didn’t know him. She had been jumping to conclusions based on the theory that this was her John and clearly he wasn’t. He was someone else…someone she didn’t know at all. He was cold and calculating…nothing like her John.

He would wait a little longer before he began again. Just long enough for her to regain her composure. If she wanted to play games with him, then he would show her how to play. They were supposed to be honest with one another…no more secrets. She should have been honest with him. Sure she might have feelings for him but she didn’t love him. She couldn’t if she renewed her wedding vows to Roman…even if technically it wasn’t official. He knew Marlena…or at least he thought she did. It was obvious to him he had no idea who she was. And she had no idea who she was dealing with…but she would soon find out.

She knew she didn’t have much time left. He would soon begin again and she couldn’t go through it all over again. He knew her too well…her body would betray her. Her anger would eventually dissolve into desire and she would give in to him. And if that happened while he was still in control of the situation there would be no future for them. There would be no turning back. It would destroy their relationship. He would be right…all they would have between them was s*x. She knew what she had to do. There was nothing left to do but wait.

It was time. This time, she would give in…he had no doubt. With his body still pressed into hers leaned in placing his mouth right by her ear.

She could feel his body stirring behind her. That was good. That’s what she wanted. She just needed to concentrate.

“Times up,” he whispered.

Don’t pay attention to his voice. That’s what he wants. Just wait.

He wanted to see her face. He needed to see the moment she surrendered to him. The moment she realized that no matter what he did or said to her, she wanted him…that he owned her.

Block out his voice…pay attention to his hands. Pay attention to the changes in his body.

“This is the reason you’re here.” He got ready to make his move.

Almost…don’t listen…concentrate.

He ever so slightly eased the pressure of his body against hers as his hands began to make their way to her forearms once again. “You know you want it.”

She felt the subtle change in his body weight against hers…wait for it…not yet.

His hands were in place to swing her around again. He was confident she didn’t realize what was about to happen. All he needed was to make sure she was totally distracted. “You want me to f**k you.”

She was ready. It was now or never. If she didn’t time it perfectly all would be lost. She took in a sharp breath as if she had been seduced by his voice.

His grip was relaxed…he spun her around to face him. Gotcha he thought.

Now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because his grip was relaxed as he spun her around she was able to raise her arms to his chest and push him with all her might. No!!!Got you.

John didn’t know what happened. One minute he was spinning her around and the next minute she was pushing him away with all her might. He went flying backwards.

She didn’t stop there. Before he was able to regain his balance she charged him again and began hitting him in his chest over and over, “You—–will—–never—–talk—–to—–me—–like—–that——again!!!!!!!!!!!”

John was stunned.

“I—–am—–not—–your—–whore!!!!!!!!!!!!” How dare he treat her like someone he paid for! She kept hitting him.

Who was she to be angry? She was the one who lied…who renewed her wedding vows to a man she supposedly didn’t love. Enough!!!! He grabbed both her wrists in mid air. “That’s enough Marlena,” he shouted.

Momentarily surprised by his outburst she didn’t move.

John held on tightly to her wrists and pulled her to him. They were inches apart. “That’s enough,” he reiterated.

Her eyes were a different shade of hazel due to the anger she felt. She was breathing heavily.

He was just as angry as she was. He stared into her eyes and was surprised by the intensity of her gaze. Without any warning, still holding on to her wrists, he kissed her roughly. He forced her lips apart and shoved his tongue into her mouth.

At first Marlena stood there in shock and as his tongue continued to assault her mouth she fought back. It was a kiss of wills…of domination. Neither one was willing to back down. Her clinched fists were still between them, their mouths the only thing connecting them to one another. Finally they broke apart. Both were breathing heavily…both trying to catch their breath. John let go of her wrists. As soon as he let go, Marlena slapped his face as hard as she could.

The side of his face she slapped was stinging. He was livid. His eyes were so dark with rage you couldn’t tell blue was their natural color.

Marlena stood there looking at him… her blood boiling. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine. It was a standoff…both staring at one another…both full of rage.

Suddenly, without warning, Marlena grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her, catching him off guard. She captured his bottom lip with her mouth and bit down…just hard enough to break the skin. This time, she was the one who shoved her tongue in his mouth.