“I dug up this old photograph, look at all the hair we had… You wanna make a memory? You wanna steal a piece of time?”


The service was beautiful. It was exactly what Marco and his family needed for closure. Losing Francesco had taken its toll on all of them in different ways. But Sandra had lost the most, and when they all sat in church, Marco held onto his mom’s hand for dear life.

She sat shaking, lifting a tissue up to her eyes in a steady procession. Quiet sobs escaped her lungs and Marco could only sit beside her with one arm around her shoulders and the other hand squeezing hers. Marie understood that this wasn’t something she’d experienced before. She had no idea what Sandra was feeling, and she hoped she’d never have to. Losing Marco permanently was unimaginable.

So when the priest began a prayer asking God to keep Francesco’s soul safe in heaven, Sandra lost it even more. She keeled over in the pew and Marco bent over too to keep her from falling to the floor in a hysterical heap. He was being strong for her because that’s what she needed. And as much as it was killing him, he also knew his mother had it ten times worse.

When they got back to Marco’s humble apartment that night, he was fairly solemn, probably trying to process what he’d gone through. He had to have been in shock, most of it not wearing off that today closed the final chapter of his father’s life. He disappeared into the bedroom and Marie allowed him the time he needed to gather himself.

After Sofia faded fast, Marie made towards their room. She was emotionally spent and just wanted sleep. Internally, she made a pact with herself that she wouldn’t bring anything up. She just wanted to be able to lay her head on the pillow and close her eyes. Marco was already curled up in bed, but Marie could see his eyes following the blades of the ceiling fan as they spun around.

Marco turned his head to look at her as she got undressed for the night. He remained silent until she peeled back the sheets and slithered up beside him. “Baby,”

Marie cupped her left hand over his cheek and grazed her fingers over his scruff. They stared at each other until Marie scooted in closer, pressing her lips to Marco’s neck. He wrapped his arms around her and hummed as her lips brushed against his skin.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, placing his hand on the back of her head. When she pulled away to glance up at him, he could tell she was confused by his offer.

“We’re supposed to leave our child alone?” Marie set her hand over his hip, fingers dancing over skin ridged by muscle.

“She can stay with my mum and we can get out of town for a couple days… Maybe hit up California where we don’t have to be Marco and Marie: Sofia’s parents, but Marco and Marie: Passionate lovers.” He paused, eyes flicking over a body he’d come to memorize, “I need a couple days to decompress. Me and you on a beach, eating fancy dinners, making love until we can’t keep our eyes open…”

“Okay,”

Marco looked at her, shocked that she didn’t take too much convincing to agree. In all reality Marie needed a getaway too, only not for the same reasons. Motherhood and planning a wedding had begun to overshadow other parts of her life. The girl who once found absolute joy in going out to clubs with friends and doing what she wanted when she wanted, had become a hermit of sorts. She spent most nights in, talking to a tiny person who couldn’t say anything back. Friends outside families of the team were practically a thing of the past. The spark that had drawn her to Marco many moons ago was fizzling out because they were becoming predictable. When she mentioned she was afraid of becoming passionless, she wasn’t kidding. A passionless relationship and life wasn’t what she had dreamed for herself.

Spontaneity was something that had been severely lacking in their relationship since the pregnancy. So two days later as they hitched a flight to California and found themselves on Balboa Island, they were both excited to begin a week of leisure and adventure.

A small island town off of Newport, Marie was no stranger to Balboa Island. She and Jess had frequented the beaches and yacht clubs in the hopes of picking up a well-to-do all-American boy. It had the vibe of small town America, despite only being a bridge-crossing away from a popular downtown. People rode their bikes or walked if they were trying to get anywhere on the island. Anything else required a dinghy or car to reach another island or the mainland. Residents were friendly, quick to pick up a conversation with practically anyone, and the independent businesses put a personal touch on everything.

When Marco mentioned going to a place to get away from their reality, Balboa was Marie’s first choice. He had rented a beach house right on the water, and made reservations for every night. That was their only plan. Dinner would be set, but everything else would be done on a whim, at their heart’s desire.

First night there, and they were thankful to not have any plans. The island was so beautiful at sunset, and they were grateful to be able to watch it from the comfort of the house’s balcony. The neighbors had greeted them like they were moving into the neighborhood permanently.

Marie finally turned away from the window she’d been staring out of. The moonlight was reflecting off the water, and for a moment she thought she’d found heaven on earth. Marco whistled to get her attention, and when she looked back at him, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand held out for her. She walked back to him and stood in between his legs.

“Strip for me,” he reached for the button on her jeans and undid it swiftly.

“Someone’s being demanding,” Marie grinned and backed up just enough to give him a better view. Teasingly, she reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing the thin fabric to Marco. “Are we playing rough tonight, Mr. Scandella?” She smirked and lowered the zipper on her jeans, spinning around and shaking her ass side to side until her pants fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it and hooked her fingertips into her thong, playing with the lace in spite of him.

“You need to be punished for the way you acted today,” he licked his lips and allowed his eyes to wander over the curves of her body.

“What did I do, sir?” She giggled and approached him again, this time with significantly less clothing.

“You know,”

“Was it because I told you I wanted your penis inside me on the plane and didn’t care who saw?”

Marco felt himself grow harder, and nodded as he reached for one of Marie’s wrists, tugging on it to get her in the position he wanted her in. She had done that to him; leaned over and whispered it in his ear, knowing it would get him riled up. It was like she had been planning it all along, to kick off their sexual escapades of the coming week. He took her over his knee, her body partially resting on the edge of the bed, while Marco held her in place by pinning her legs beneath one of his.

As he held her wrist behind her back, Marie tried to contort her body to get out of the position, “sir, I don’t think I need a spanking.”

He grinned and pressed on her back until she bent back over his knee, “I don’t think you get to make the rules.” He ran his free hand over her ass cheeks, “safe word?”

She lay quietly, thinking of her choice, and finally came up with something she never called him, “Scandy.”

The moment he lifted his hand, she wriggled about, trying to get out of position again.

“Wait… but I think if I just suck on your penis, that would be better.”

Marco looked down at her, “I’m getting very impatient with you.” He pushed her back down over his knee, caressing her round ass with his hand, “when you act like a little whore, you have to get punished like a little whore. Don’t you think?” In one quick motion, he pulled his hand away and smacked her flesh. He repeated the motion harder, only satisfied when he saw her ass cheek turn a bright red.

Marie let out a gasp, which left her breathless. And when Marco became relentless with his spanking, she opened up her hand, trying to block as much of her butt as possible. “Okay, okay… that’s enough,” she whined to no avail. Marco spanked the other cheek just as hard, leaving a stinging handprint behind.

“I thought we agreed you don’t make the rules?” He looked down at the back of her head, smirking as he spanked her again and her entire body jerked forward along his knee. Seeing her in such a vulnerable position was such an immense turn on, he felt liable to lose his composure at any second.

“Ow!” She shrieked out, shaking her hips to try and evade his authoritative touch. But all that did was add friction to Marco’s erection, and it sent him reeling.

He yanked down her thong and spanked her twice more, harder than he ever intended to. She screamed out again, but that was replaced by a guttural moan as Marco slid two fingers between her legs and into her throbbing center. Her legs shifted unsteadily, and he pulled his fingers out, using the now wet pads of his fingers to circle around her clit.

“Marco,” she moaned out breathlessly. Her hand was still pinned behind her back, but she opened and closed it, searching for Marco’s fingers as he held onto her wrist.

He watched her carefully as she turned her head to the side, and repositioned his hand so their fingers could intertwine behind her back. After sliding his thumb against her wetness, he pressed it against her asshole and eased it in. Marie fidgeted and Marco squeezed her hand until she stopped moving. When she let out a quiet hum, Marco copied her and pulled his fingers out of her. He bent forward and pressed his lips to her sore ass, kissing the marks he’d just previously made.

Once Marie felt his grip on her wrist relax, she slid off of his lap and palmed his shaft beneath his boxer briefs. Even though he had ended the spanking with a kind gesture, she knew the rough part wasn’t through for the night.

“Tell me who you are, baby girl.” He bent forward and kissed her with his mouth open, tongue nudging at her lips, searching for an entrance.

She allowed him to have his moment before pulling back to respond, “I’m your dirty little whore.”

Marco nodded and reached around to unclip her bra, “and what is my little whore going to do?”

“Lay down and spread my legs for you, sir.” Marie smiled and tucked her fingers into Marco’s briefs. Dirty talk had become one of the most exhilarating parts of their newfound sex life. Vocalizing what they wanted to do to each other increased their pleasure exponentially.

She crawled onto the bed, ditching her bra on the floor, and laid down on her back. As Marco got up to retrieve items from his suitcase, Marie pulled off her thong and dropped it off the side of the bed. The first item Marco brought back was one of his ties, and Marie offered up her wrists, knowing that’s what its intended use was for the night. He secured her wrists together and pushed her arms above her head, convinced that she’d keep them there until she was told she could do otherwise. The next items were two of his belts, which he looped around her ankles and then anchored down to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. With her legs kept apart by force, it was the first time Marie ever felt totally and completely helpless. He tied her ankles and wrists before, but never simultaneously, and while she was apprehensive, she knew that she could get him to stop if she needed to.

The last item he brought to the bed was completely new, and if this wasn’t spontaneous and unpredictable, she didn’t know what was. Marco held up a ball gag and leaned over her body. Marie gulped down her nerves and eyed him carefully, reciprocating a delicate kiss.

“Do you trust me?” He asked quietly, kissing her once more when she nodded. “Is this too much?” He watched her shake her head, slowly. “Are you sure?”

Marie arched her back just to press her chest against his, and when she lay back on the mattress, she opened up her mouth so Marco could put it on her. He pushed the ball into her mouth and secured the gag around her head, visibly enjoying the way her entire body was kept open for him. Mostly he loved that she was willing to do and try a variety of things. Since they decided there were going to be boundaries in terms of sex, they began exploring those freely.

Marco kissed her forehead gently and drifted his lips down to her neck, fondling her breasts with his hands as we went. Marie watched him, choking down anticipation when he pinched her nipples until they went stiff in his hands. She bit into the ball when he sat back on his knees and dragged the head of his dick against her. She bucked her hips downward, trying to sit on his length and bury it deep inside her, but Marco was having too much fun teasing her to allow that.

Her chest was heaving rapidly, body needing every bit of him. He bit his lower lip and measured his member against her body, humming out in validation when the head of his cock reached just above her belly button. He’d never done that before, and it was the first time Marie realized how much he stuffed into her. Finally when he gave her body what it was craving, her eyes rolled back and fluttered shut. Marco let out a low groan and watched his length disappear inside of her. No matter how many times they were together, it still amazed him how her body could take in every centimeter of him. The nine inches that reached her belly button, was now completely buried inside of her, throbbing against the tightness.

“Oh baby girl,” he growled as he pulled out and forced himself back into her. Her legs tugged against the belts but remained spread apart. Marco reached forward and grabbed a pillow. He lifted up her body as much as possible and slid the pillow beneath her hips. “That’s better, baby.”

Marie let out a string of loud, exasperated moans as the new angle made him feel even thicker inside her. It felt like she was going to tear in half, and she figured that was probably the best way to go; being torn to pieces during sex. Even with the gag in her mouth, Marie couldn’t keep quiet. Marco’s thrusts were bouncing her body on the bed, and the amount of pleasure she felt was bordering on the surreal.

“Yeah baby… take it,” he bent over and curled his fingers around either side of her neck, squeezing gently. The veins in her neck bulged as she squeaked out noises and sweat began beading at her hairline. “God damn,” he mashed his lips to forehead and pulled his hands away from her neck, sitting back on his knees and pounded into her with newfound vigor.

She began screaming out, only slightly muffled by the gag and as Marco worked to stretch her out, her legs began tugging at the belts furiously, wanting to be able to touch him in any way possible. Her eyes begged for him and he gave in, tearing the gag away from her mouth. The first noise she truly let out was a guttural moan that reverberated through her entire body until Marco bent back over and kissed her furiously like he couldn’t get enough. She was already so close to losing it, that the added pressure destroyed her.

Marie’s body trembled and convulsed beneath him as she came over his shaft. Her muscles clenched involuntarily around him, and Marco didn’t stop thrusting into her until he felt his stomach knot up. He pulled out of her, leaned back on his knees, and jerked himself off until he shot his load over her chest and stomach.

She panted, looking down at her body as it was now decorated with his come. He crawled off the bed to retrieve his phone and came back to his position between her spread legs. She was still trying to catch her breath as Marco held up his phone, opened up his camera, and began taking pictures of her. He made sure to get every inch of her, from her smeared makeup, to her swollen, red pussy lips.

“Let me see,” she cleared her throat, as it sounded hoarse. Marco turned his phone around and showed her one of the pictures. “I need to get a boob job,”

Marco threw his phone to the side of the bed and laid on top of her, reaching up to untie her wrists from his silk tie, “don’t you dare.” Once her hands were free, he cupped her breasts and sucked on one nipple before moving to the other. “Your breasts are perfect. Beautiful just the way they are,” he hoisted himself up and turned around to free her ankles. Only then did he flop down beside her.

“You can’t honestly tell me that you wouldn’t like it if I got bigger boobs. Don’t lie to me, Mr. Scandella.” Marie smirked and cupped her own breasts, pushing them together to make them look bigger.

He crawled up on his forearms to get closer to her, and nuzzled his lips against her jaw, nipping down to her neck. “I love them just like this; that’s honest. Everything about you is perfect.”

“Says the man that just put a ball gag in my mouth to shut me up,” she winked and tilted her head to the side to kiss his lips. Carefully, she pulled away and went to slide out of bed to clean herself off.

“Hey,” Marco grabbed her wrist and tugged on it gently to get her attention again. “I love and respect you,”

“I know,” she whispered and leaned in to kiss him once more. A part of her believed that every time they partook in kinky activities, Marco felt guilty for it; like he was using her for his own sexual gain, even though she knew that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Notes

"Make A Memory" by Jon Bon Jovi