FATEFUL ENCOUNTES 49 and Epilogue

 

49

“Do we really need all this drama?” 

Lisa wrinkled her nose, hoping the blindfold would do the logical thing and budge, granting her a peak.

“Can you stop being a little spoils-sport?  You always babble on about not wanting our relationship to be boring.”

Boring?  The one thing their relationship had not ever been was boring.  Even when things were bleak and she spent more time mad at Michael or crying about Michael- she was certainly not bored.

“So, how do you know I will not take it off when you close this car door? Would serve you right.  You should go with me and not just ship me off somewhere.  All by my lonesome.”

“I have to make some important calls. Stop whining. You won’t be by yourself.  You have a driver- who will report back to me if you are not compliant.”

Compliant?

“What have you been reading lately?  What’s with the orders?  I’m not your little soldier, you know.”

He kissed her, and not matter how irritated she was, the anticipation of what was to come later, together with the kinky little blindfold idea, send little currents from her lips to other regions. Regions that were sick and tired of this dry spell. And funny enough, they were anything but dry.

“Oh, but you are. You’re my little soldier of love.  And you will follow my orders.  Or your punishment will be severe.”

Lisa giggled and Michael kissed her again, this time letting his tongue caress the inside of her mouth in a sensual sweep.  God- why could he not just make love to her at home?  Why did he have to take her away?  As much as she wanted him, needed him, she was also highly apprehensive about leaving the twins. Sure, their nannies were with them, and Katherine had also promised to come over, but still….  She had not been separated from them, and right now she was torn between being a good mother and wanting to resume being Michael’s lover. 

Yes, she wanted Michael, longed to make love to him all the way, but there was no reason that feat could not be accomplished in the house.  No, Mr Showman had to come up with some covert plan to wisp her away on a romantic little getaway.  He had argued that he could not be romantic with all the kids, nannies, nurses, and puppies running around.  Not that all the above commotion had stopped him from playing around all the other times. Kids, nannies, and puppies seemed far from his mind on the couple of instances he had pushed her into dark corners and taken the opportunity to touch and kiss Lisa. Of course, she had not fought him too hard, either.  A couple of kisses, those skilled fingers working their magic, and she was in seventh heaven- and more often than not on her knees, helping him relieve some tension. 

So, why go away now?

“Oh, Mike, you keep it up and I’ll make you show me what you got in mind. You know I’ve never been able to resist the discipline you can dole out.”

The blindfold did not prevent her from running her hand down his tight abs, finding his pants, as well as the evidence of his desire for her.  Oh, yeah, Mikey Jr was good and ready.  She swallowed.  God, how would it be to feel him inside again? Surprisingly, she found she was nervous. Would he still find her body as desirable as before?  She had given birth to not one, but two babies- would she still be able to satisfy him?

“Look, baby…. I can feel there is a big, no, a huge, part of you that doesn’t want me to leave. Just let me stay.  We can play here.  Why would you want me to leave?”

“So, we can be together without interruptions.  I want there to be nothing and no one but you and me. The kids are ok.  You gotta know I am making sure they are happy and content. I want you to myself. I want to kiss you…”

He illustrated his point.  God, did his tongue have to feel so good?  Did his taste have to be intoxicating?

Lisa moaned into his mouth.

“…I want to touch you…” His fingers caressed her cheek, then traced the line of her neck, followed her sternum and dipped into her shirt.  Shit- hopefully the driver was not looking.  Her nipples tightened as Michael tweaked them gently. 

“I also want to taste you, drink you, and rediscover your taste. Then I want to take my cock, enter your heat till it almost kills me, and fuck you senseless….over and over again…” The last words were whispered against her ear, his breath further stirring her senses.  Lisa squirmed in the seat while her hand stayed busy massaging him through his pants.  Sex in the car sounded really good, suddenly.

Thankfully, Michael stopped her from providing too much of a show to any staff around.  Obviously, she had no self-control.  But who could blame her?

“So…” His fingers left her, and he pushed her back into the seat, “Be a good girl, be safe, don’t take the blindfold off, and I will see you soon.”

Be safe?  Yeah, if she wasn’t going to combust from all that built up tension…

He buckled her in and kissed her one more time. Why be so worried about her safety, only to have her die from sexual frustration?

“Oh, I will see you at some point?  So, I can take this off?” Lisa pouted.

“The driver will tell you when you can take it off. Not till you’re where you need to go.  You know I will find out- so be good.  Or it will be a good long time until I’ll let you cum…”

Oh, what a whispered threat! And she knew he meant business.  Michael had ways to reduce her to a quivering mess keeping her suspended over the bubbling cauldron of her desire.  Ok, fine. She would play along. 

Knowing him, the payoff would be oh so worth it!

Two hours later, the driver informed her they were almost there.  About time.  She had actually curled up on the ample backseat and fallen asleep.  Sleep was a prime commodity these days and since it was entirely possible she might not get any sleep tonight, she thought it was a good plan to catch up on it.  Lisa smiled to herself- oh yeah, she would make sure to make the most of their time away, and while she loved to sleep curled up next to Michael with one arm around his chest, and the feeling of her skin, the wonderful scent of him the last sensation before falling asleep, tonight, slumber was only built in for recovery periods. 

“Are you sure I can’t take this thing off and we will just lie to him and tell him I never took it off?” Lisa was only half serious, but she loved to get the blood pressure of the staff hopping. She knew how people hated to go against Michael’s orders.

“Miss Presley- you know I would love to oblige, but the boss would know , and you know how he gets once he has something mapped out in his head.”

Lisa snorted.

Did she ever!

When she was lead out of the car, she inhaled the air that smelled clean and fresh. They were no longer in the city, that was for sure.  For all she knew, they could be in Mexico or Arizona by now.  No- the air felt too cool and there was a nice breeze.  The bouquet greeting her was familiar.  If she did not know better she’d think they were…

“Are we at the Ranch?”

“Miss Presley- I can’t tell you.  Come on, follow me- I’ll guide you to your destination and I’m sure you will figure out where you are.”

Yes, no doubt, they were at Neverland Ranch. Their playground.  During their marriage, they had come out here for holidays away from the City.  Michael’s paradise had never been their permanent home, partly because it was too far away from everything the kids needed around them.  Still, they had spent some magical moments here, and she could not be on the grounds without thinking about their first kiss, the times making love on all these different places all over the grounds, and the fun they had here as a family.

Why she was not surprised? Had she really thought Michael would take her to some stuffy hotel or resort, where he would have to worry about privacy and freedom?  No, there was only one place he could be sure to be granted the privilege of letting it all hang out.  Even with her status of celebrity, bestowed on her by her father, she could not imagine the life under the magnifying glass as he had to endure. 

‘Michael Jackson sneezed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand- fearing his nose would fall off.’

Who in the hell could survive having the most normal, human actions analyzed, publicized, distorted, and ridiculed?  A special kind of person- the man she would spend the rest of her life with.  And heaven help anyone who’d stand in their way. This time around, she possessed full awareness and understanding what life with Michael entailed.  But, she also had come to learn the hard way how much more impossible it was to live without him. Not like she had not tried with all her might; but thankfully, she had crashed and burned.  Only to rise from the ashes like a phoenix.

“Ok, Ma’am. He left instructions inside.  He wants you to…”

“Follow them to the letter. Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

The poor man laughed and she could not help a chuckle.

“Don’t worry- I will be a good girl and make sure he knows how wonderfully you accomplished your job. Thank you.”

After being led inside a building, the door closed. Ok, no stairs- so they obviously were not in the main house. Interesting. Michael probably was afraid she would break her neck in the clutter of his room. There was a saying that only average people had to keep order as a genius controlled his chaos: that should be the motto on Michael’s family crest.  Neverland was really two places in one: Mostly, the main house was extremely neat and well kept. That was the part visitors saw and staff cleaned. Then, there were Michael’s quarters.  And to say they were cluttered was an insult to that word. 

The first time she saw it, she had been truly astonished. 

“Wow…it’s ….ah…not what I expected…”

“What? Oh, yeah, it’s a bit messy. Sorry. My Mom used to get on me all the time when I still lived at Hayvenhurst.  But hey- I like to have my rooms have personality.”

“Ah…if you are going for personality, you got it!”

It had become this big joke.  That he would probably find ten reporters, Amelia Earhart, and John Livingston, as well as every plane ever gone down in the Bermuda Triangle in his room.  At first, the mess had been endearing.  Then, when everything about him had become an irritant, she had used it to point out how immature and incapable of real life he was. Now- well, now she did not really give a damn. She wasn’t going to clean for him- and if he didn’t mind, it was all good. Funny, how priorities could shift in little more than two years.

Lisa was told that she was allowed to take the blindfold off as soon as she was alone.  She blinked and the room suddenly seemed very bright.  Ok- she was in one of the luxurious guest cottages that were really more like midsize houses. 

Her phone rang.

Smiling, she did not even have to check the caller ID.

“So, Neverland, hum?”

“You mind?”

“Nope.  Makes sense. Wouldn’t want to annoy any neighbors with…your calls for mercy when I get done with you.”

“Oh, naughty girl! We’ll see who does the screaming tonight.”

“So, when are you coming over?”

“As soon as I can, I promise.  Hey- see that note on the small table there?”

She sure did. Under a huge flower arrangement with the most amazing sunflower and roses, she saw a folded note.  The flowers were amazing- such an odd combination- and yet so stunning. She touched the blossoms.

“Oh, Michael, the flowers are wonderful.”

“Which ones- oh, on the table. Yeah.  You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby.  I wanna surround you with all the beauty I can think of.”

“You’re sweet.  Really. The only beautiful thing I need is my man with me. So get your sweet ass over here.”

He laughed lowly.

“Patience, oh wild woman.  Go read that note. It will lead you to the next task.”

“Task? What am I? Searching for the holy grail?”

“You might just be- I will do my damnest to make sure it feels like you have found the grail, baby-girl.”

“Keep it up with that voice and that sweet-talk and I will start cuming just from talking to you…”

She certainly was warming up nicely.

“Nope. No cuming without me. Not allowed. Remember- don’t make me punish you…”

“Oh baby…” Now, her voice dipped several octaves, “But I want you to give me all the sweet and sick punishment you can think of. I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, Lisa- you drive me crazy. I’m hard already.”

“See?” She laughed in that deep throaty tone she knew got him going even more.

“I wanna see your tight ass here as soon as you can- or I”ll start without you.”

“Lisa…” Why was he so serious suddenly?

“Yes, baby?”

“Do you have any idea how much I love you and how grateful I am to have you in my life again- forever, this time?”

“Well, if you’re half as grateful as I am, it must be a bunch. Now, stop the mushy shit and get going.”

Good, he giggled again.

“Get moving, lady. You got orders to follow…”

That man was driving her mad.

In all the right ways.

The note was in Michael’s handwriting. Obviously, he had planned this event out to the max.  If she had ever been annoyed by his perfectionism, it certainly did not bother her now. 

“My love- this is the beginning of a new part of our journey. You have given me the most amazing presents and I dedicate myself to being the best husband, father, and lover I can be. I am well aware that in the past you felt overlooked, felt like you were somehow last on my list. But baby, you were always my shining star, my Nr One.  I want to atone for every tear you ever shed feeling alone and lonely by giving you a thousand happy memories and instances of intense pleasure.  I want to keep our life interesting and stimulating- your very presence accomplishes this for me, but I will strive to fill all your days, all your nights, and every single second of your life with love and joy- until we both vanish into the fabric of the universe and become part of Infinity. Love you more and more with every breath granted to me from above- Michael.- PS- go into the dining salon and follow the instructions.”

Lisa sniffled and dabbed her eye.  What a louse! He was not supposed to make her cry.  Make that pushy, control-freak louse.  Lisa took a rose from the vase and smelled it, then kissed it.  She could not remember the last time she felt so giddy with anticipation.  How could this man still achieve these crazy, love struck emotions?  Well, really, it did not matter.  All that mattered was that he loved her and that he realized she needed to feel his love and presence.

She strolled into the salon and found it filled with pink and white roses.  He was nuts!  A huge smile spread as she looked around.  Ha! There was another note on the table next to a silver platter with chocolate desserts.  At least he meant to keep her fed.  Even though food was not quite the stuff she hungered for.

Taking a bite, she almost swooned. Oh God! The little cakes were the most amazing, decadent treats she had tasted in a long time.

“Sweets for my sweet lady. Gotta keep your strength up, girl. And give you something sweet until you get all the sugar you need from me. Enjoy.  And follow the rose path into paradise…”

What? Lisa looked around and noticed she had not seen the path of red rose pedals at the very end of the room.  Laughing out loud, she took a cake with her and followed the path into the sitting area where vases of red roses interspersed with small white flowers greeted her.  A note was placed before a gilded ice bucket containing a bottle of her favorite champagne. They had discussed alcohol use and the doctor had suggested she pump extra milk for the twins, then was allowed to drink as long as she discarded her milk for the next 24 hours.  She did not plan to get drunk- but it would be nice to finally taste some wine or bubbly again.

“Sparkling, cool, intoxicating- qualities that make me think of the love of my life- my Lisa. A toast to the woman who has been holding my heart for an eternity- and will continue to possess it forever.”

Taking a sip, Lisa raised her glass to her reflection in the mirror.  The cool liquid stimulated her throat and she laughed to herself.  How crazy was this? Here she was alone- surrounded by flowers, champagne, treats…which were all wonderful.  Still, her nerves were vibrating like guitar strings during a Spanish love song.  She needed him with her – now.  She needed to rediscover his body. 

Stop being crazy. What are you so antsy about?  Nothing much you and he have not done, no places that were left undiscovered during our crazy history. And yet you feel and act as if you are about to make love to him for the very first time.

Well, it was a first.  The first time since the stakes had been raised.  Whatever they decided to do now, involved two special, living, breathing tokens of their love.  So, if he found her body disgusting, the twins would be without parents who lived together.

Lisa had to take another long sip, downing all the bubbly, to keep her mother’s voice from rising, telling her that Michael would drop her now that she had given him children.  Just like Daddy, who had never touched her mother again  after she had been conceived.

No! Their history was different.  The past would not repeat itself. 

Venturing further along the path of rose pedals, she entered the bedroom where soft music played and several candles were lit.  A package on the bed.  And another note.

“Put me on and relax. Get ready for a wild ride into the rest of our lives together.”

The package contained a sinful negligee made from dark red silk and lace. It was a teddy top, the cups cut low, then soft material falling in sheer, light folds down to dance around her body like a magical, barely visible curtain.  A red thong accompanied the little number and a small diamond in the front provided the sparkle that came with most things Michael chose as presents.  There was something else- two boxes- both obviously jewelry boxes.  The larger one contained a platinum necklace with the biggest ruby she had ever laid eyes on, and the smaller ones contained long, cascading ruby earrings. 

Lisa gasped as she held the gems up against the light entering the room.  The color was so deep, it reminded her of blood.  The cut was exquisite and the most perfect creations she had ever seen.  Of course he wanted her in jewelry.  When Michael presented her with such gifts, they were never entirely selfless. He really got off, seeing her dressed up and decked out just like he wanted her.  She was surprised there were no….

Looking around, Lisa laughed. Never mind. A pair of decadent ruby red high heels were just by the bed.  She would have been very surprised had he omitted these accessories.

30 minutes later, Lisa, in her sexy little outfit and playing with the ruby around her neck, was starting to lose patience.  Listening to the music and having another glass of champagne had been nice.  However, she was tired of the wait.  Knowing Michael, he had his entrance planned to the second.  Knowing just how long he could let her sizzle until she was about to burst.  Her hand ran down her body and she shivered.  Her skin was sensitized already from thoughts of what was to come.  If only he’d get here in the flesh already.  Lisa felt like screaming. One more call to the house assured her the babies were alright and happy. As were the other kids. 

When the doorbell rang, she about jumped out of her skin.  What the…?

Looking around, she looked for a wrap or robe.  Nothing.

Dammit.

She had put her clothes up already and was not about to destroy the effort it had taken to put the teddy on just perfectly, to drape her hair, … No, whoever had to just go away.

More ringing, followed by urgent knocking.

What the heck?

Maybe it was Michael?

But why would he knock?

Whoever it was did not go away and if anything, the noise became louder.

Maybe she could just peek out to make sure it was nothing important.  Surely, Michael’s staff knew this villa was occupied.

When she looked through the peek hole, she saw what looked like a security guard outside.  What was going on? He had his back to her. Still, she recognized the logo. Yep-Neverland Security.

She found the intercom button.

“Can I help you?”

“Ma’am. I was sent over to check the villa. We have reports of an intruder.”

“Well, I am not an intruder, if you check with your boss you will find out Mr Jackson had this villa set aside and will not be happy that I am disturbed.”

“Sorry, Ma’am.  Orders.  You have to open up so I can check out things are in order.”

The guy was very hard to hear and his voice sounded oddly muffled. And why did he still keep his back to the door?

When he turned she thought he looked a tad bit familiar.  She knew many of the guards, had she dealt with him before? Lisa got closer to the peephole, trying to get a better look, but he kept the ball cap over his face and stood at a funny angle. 

“Well, I’m not going to open the door.  I told you I am an invited guest, and you can go and check with your boss. “

“Ma’am, you making a fuss will not make this any easier.  Plus, you know we have keys to all the villas.  I’m merely being courteous, asking you to open up.  But if you insist…”

This time the arrogance in his voice was undeniable.  Yes, indeed, she had dealt with him before.  Now, things became clearer.

She saw him retrieving the key. Of course he had one.  This was just perfect.

As soon as the door started to open, Lisa let out a curse and darted toward the bedroom.  Maybe there was a robe somewhere in the bathroom.  She felt like killing the insolent intruder. 

“Miss- no use hiding.  It’s not like I didn’t hear you loud and clear- and I know I didn’t imagine you in there.”

“Will you give me a minute? I have to get decent.”

There was a mumbled reply, but she was not sure she had heard him correctly. Her eyes darted around and she spotted a robe the same material as her teddy behind the bathroom door.  Of course.  This was all so wonderfully planned out.  The robe barely covered her ass, but compared to the negligee it was a papal outfit. 

Shaking her hair out, and holding her head high, she stalked out into the main area- high heels and all.

The overzealous guard looked her over and his mouth dropped open for a second.  Great- advantage, Lisa.  Hopefully he could refrain from drooling onto the carpet.

“Did you say something while I was in there? ‘Cause to me it sounded like you were saying you heard that I am anything but decent.  Which would imply you do know who I am.  And that means,you know damn well that I have every right to be here and you seriously are overstepping your authority.”

The man raised a dark eyebrow in an arrogant manner, not befitting his status.

“Your reputation precedes you, Miss Presley.  And from what I hear you have a history of showing up here unannounced to pounce on Mr. Jackson.  Well, your plan backfired.  He is not here.  So, you have no business here.”

“You stupid little man.  I will have every right in the world soon.  I am soon to be Mrs Jackson, and your boss will kick you out on your ass if you don’t show me some respect soon.”

She was getting seriously worked up by this conversation.

“Well, I have no word that you and Mr Jackson are married.  From what I can tell, you are nothing but a spoiled little…”

Lisa stepped closer and launched her attack.  The force it took to prepare for the slap made her rope fall open.  Amazingly, she noticed his hot glance on her and felt his hand on her wrist at the same time.  He was fast, she had to give him that. 

Her name fell to his nametag, and she laughed.

“Seriously?”

“What?”

“I just read you name, Mike; And you better let go of me before I have your head- and your job, you sick little bastard.”

“Strong words from a little squatter.  And what’s so wrong with my name?”

“Absolutely nothing.  But your boss, you know, the one with the same name, will make sure you never ever get another job anywhere in California or anywhere else in the US.”

Yanking her closer by her arm, she had no choice but to let her body collide with his.  Lisa was burning- and panting.

He held her close and she could fell his breath on her face, as her head was raised in defiance and struggle.  His eyes were bright and his cheeks flushed.  Obviously, he was angry as well…or..was it something else?

“You know, lady.  Some things might be worth losing my job over.  Or my sanity.”

He pulled open her robe and Lisa shivered.  This was going down so differently than expected.  His eyes scorching her, she thought he was going to kiss her, and she moved her head to the side.  Holding still for one moment, she could feel him approaching even more.  Good, maybe she could get one over this way… He leaned in and inhaled deeply- obviously smelling her hair. A small whimper escaped her throat.

Just when she was convinced he was no longer expecting a fight, she tried to push against him with all her might. Breaking free, she was able to run a couple of steps, but was significantly hindered by the high heels.

He caught her against him, pushing her into the breakfast area of the kitchen counter.  Her butt was against him, and she was aware of his significant bulge pressed against her.  Damn those private rent-a-cops.  They tended to be really well endowed… Trying to catch her breath, Lisa barely noticed her arms were pulled back and she heard a sound.  What was he…  Oh shit- those weren’t handcuffs she felt around her wrists, were they? 

Well, the inside was softer than plain steel, but still- her wrists were confined behind her back. 

“No, please, don’t…I promise, l’lI be good…”

“Yeah, I know you will….” His voice was low and deep against her ear which he started to kiss, causing shivers to race over her body.

“Really- I am sorry, I was such a bitch… Please don’t hurt me.”

“Well, I hear, high and mighty ladies like yourself like to be hurt at times.  I hear your kind is tough and free with that mouth- but can be tamed pretty easily if a real man is up to the challenge…”

He pulled her hair aside and kissed her neck, leaving wet traces along the fluttery pulse rendering her dizzy. 

“My husband will kill you…” Her own voice was nothing but a husky whisper now, as she marveled at the still expanding erection pressing against her almost naked ass.

“He’s not your husband yet .  You keep stalling on the date.”

Lisa laughed. 

“You lose!”

“Dammit!” Michael turned her head and kissed her fully. 

When it seemed that all air had been forced from her lungs, and just when she considered that she’d gladly pass out from the sheer pleasure of his tongue exploring her mouth, he broke away, gasping for breath himself.

“Michael- did you forget to take the nightstick out of your little get-up or are you happy to see me?”

“Why do you make me break character? Stop it-  you’re messing up my plan.”

He looked like a little kid, pouting.  Well, all but the part pressed against her; that huge hard on was not child-like at all.  Neither was her current position much of child play.  It was a game alright- but no kids’ stuff involved.

“Just ‘cause I can. Which makes you lose this round.”

They had a rule that whoever broke role in their little scenarios lost that round.  When really, in the end, they both won anyway.  And she was more than happy to continue the unwritten script. 

Wiggling her behind against him, she pushed against him, causing him to moan.

“Stop the movements, lady.  I have you secured and now…”

His hot hand settled on the small of her back then his fingers travelled down to waistband of the thong, which he traced, before following the red scrap of fabric until it disappeared between her cheeks.  Lisa sighed and slumped forward, holding still. 

“Now, I better make sure, there are no surprises, and you don’t have any weapons hidden anywhere.”

Her mouth was very dry suddenly, and she swallowed, then licked her lips, resting her face against the cool tile of the counter.  Her nipples had become achingly hard and were also cooled by the smooth marble colliding with the hot silk.

“And little, lady, you better hold nice and still, I’m tired of your obstinate ass.” As a re-enforcement of his words, he swatted her behind with two quick slaps, causing her to gasp, even as she felt the center of her heat flood with sweet honey.  If he kept it up, she was going to start cumming before there was a real reason to.   When skilled fingers gently stroked the heated skin before traveling down, tracing her legs down her thighs to her calves, her ankles, and back up, making sure she was unarmed, she could not really remember why she should hold back.  The pleasure was building like a rocket being launched in an effort to break new speed records.  Slower this time, Michael’s hands ventured back up her legs, his grasp nice and firm, before he once again arrived on her ass.  There was nothing better in the word than having his hands on her, feeling him in control.

“See- I told you I was not a threat.  No weapon anywhere. Now, please, let me go.”

“I have not finished my search, Miss.  You know, I have undergone very intensive training…”

Bending forward, he placed hot kisses on her back, between her shoulder blades, up her neck and on her ear.  He made sure to spoil each area with butterfly kisses, before he opened his mouth and marked her with his tongue, then his teeth, then more light caresses.  It was like a unique, sensual dance routine performed as only he could.  And it drove her crazy. Lisa was sure her fluids would escape the confines of the thong any second, betraying her intense arousal. Certainly, sure her panting, moans, and flushed skin were also dead giveaways.

“And my training has taught me to find areas of boiling heat…”

Still kissing her, his hands aimed to illustrate that superior training as he pushed the soaked, surely five shades darker piece of silk, to the side in one swift motion and parted her legs with his knees.  A deep moan escaped from that animalistic part that he always awoke when his finger gently parted her folds, spread the dripping juices, and played at her opening. 

“Oh fuck…”

Had she not known better, she’d think she were laying on the stove.  She was incinerated- and her pussy contracted in unison with her uterus- she needed him inside. 

One finger entered her and she pushed against him, rewarded by a bite on her shoulder.

“Will you hold still?”

“Gimme more, baby…please…”

“Oh, you want more, hum?  Greedy little woman, aren’t ‘cha?”

Another finger joined and spread her further.  Lisa swayed against the hard surface and could have sworn it gave beneath her. This was the first time he had entered her with more than a finger since the babies had been born.  He had been so worried to hurt her.

And now? Well, now, he was hurting her alright. Killing her with unimaginable pleasure.

With the sweetest pain possible.

Moving his fingers against and inside her, she felt herself racing toward that goaline at neckbreaking speed.  No wonder she loved riding. It was the only other feeling comparable to having Michael make her airborne.

“Oh God…more…” Coherent words were utterly overrated at this point.

Starting to loser her ability to orient herself in space, she felt him backing off, and he reached down. 

Yes! That sound was akin to angels signing – the sound of his zipper!

“You wanted more. Well, I have more right here for you…all ready and waiting.”

Lisa’s eyes flew open and she craned her neck, looking behind and once more she was amazed at his the size of the weapon in his hands.  Michael stroked his lengths and she detected the pearl of pleasure on the proud head.  Automatically, she licked her lips.

“Don’t worry, baby.  You’ll get a taste in a little while.  Before that, I know what else you need, though…”

His fingers dipped into her one more time, rotating slightly, driving her insane. 

Michael’s free hand settled on her waist as his hot tip greeted her weeping entrance.

Suddenly, he bent forward.

“Lise?” The whisper was a caress on her ear.

“Is this ok?  If we do it this way- I won’t hurt you, will I?”

Hurt her?  All thoughts of pain or worry had escaped from her mind and she was a glowing, iron core of pleasure.  Getting it from behind was her favorite way to enjoy her husband, and he knew full well, that bondage always served to ignite her like a fire-cracker.  How sweet was he to worry about her now?  But really, he need not have worried.

“Kiss me…”

He obliged and they once again stole each other’s breath to inhale eternal life.

Their eyes lazily opened and dark molten heat collided with iridescent scalding ice. 

“It’s ok baby.  I might not have always trusted you with my heart, but no one knows my body like you do.  No one can do to me what you do.  You’ve erased any other encounter I was miserable enough to have besides you from my mind and my body.  Only you, baby…”

He moaned, driving her almost over the edge. It was almost unnatural how Michael's sighs and moans had the ability to drive here absolutely insane. Lisa braced herself against the surface, anticipating the breach when she felt the swollen head of his penis once again against the distended and dripping opening crying to be filled.  He seemed to hesitate and she glanced at his face.  Sweat pearls had formed on his forehead and he appeared to be plagued by the same agony churning in her. His nostrils were flared and he bit his lip.

The very tip of his sword entered her and she welcomed him home with a sigh, now holding perfectly still- suspended in the moment. Michael's hands both came to rest on her waist. She felt his breath coming in gasps, matching her erratic breathing and heartbeat.

"Fucking shit, Lise. Hell- you are so damn tight.  I don't wanna hurt you, but I can't..." His tongue darted out to lick his lip, "...I can't hold off..."

Well, good. Because even as the very tip of his shaft reminded her of his size, she was more than ready to have him claim her again.  It had been too long.

It was impossible to discern if she pushed back first or if his thrust caused her movement, but the result was the same.  In one swift move, Michael filled her to the hilt, and a scream escaped her and collided with his moan.

Michael froze.

"Shit- dammit... So fucking tight..." You ok...?"

She had no earthy clue.  All she knew was that she was stretched to the max by him, and that any fleeting discomfort had been converted to a feeling of the purest pleasure.  The meaning of life- right here, right now.  This was all she ever needed- the physical demonstration of their unbreakable closeness.  Their hearts, their bodies...one as they were meant to be.

"If you don't stop asking that and start fucking me, I'm gonna scream."

"Your wish...." He slowly pulled back again and a small meowing sound escaped her as her body shivered and protested while she enjoyed the delirious drag of his skin against every single nerve cell. She felt her juices trickling out and running down her thigh.  Well, that doctor really should not have worried about lubrication. Shit- if anything, she better worry about dehydration if this was just the beginning.

Just when her muscles gripped him even tighter to prevent him leaving her heat, he thrust back with increased force this time.

"Is my command..." He was panting and his voice was one sexy, hoarse, seduction.

Another loud moan escaping them, and Lisa's dipped forward, while bracing against him best as she could with her lower body.

She heard a small clicking sound and realized he had opened the handcuffs. As always , Michael was right there in here head- knowing what she wanted and needed.  Yes, sexual communication had never been their problem. 

"Brace yourself baby, 'cause I'm gonna give it to you good."

Oh,yes, she needed the leverage, as did he. Which was one of the reasons they sought out so many hard surfaces- neither one of them liked it soft.  Not to say that there was not a time for soft, slow lovemaking, but right now, the moment was certainly driven by scorching urgency.

As soon as her arms were against the counter, Michael surged into her over and over, filling the kitchen space with their cries, moans, and sighs. All the while, he showered her back and shoulders with kisses and small bites, his hand roaming to her breast, teaming her rigid nipples at times through the material while at other times, he cupped her breast fully, kneading it, connecting all her erogenous zones in a network: a masterful spider net sparkling and ringing with silver and golden points of light.

Lisa felt like a bow- pulled and stretched, waiting for her handler to release her to fire the arrow into the lofty goal.

"Fuck, baby, I can't hang on much longer..."

His words were punctuated by an additional thickening and lengthening of his penis. That, together with his had reaching around her and applying steady, circular pressure to her turgid clitoris, had her holding her breath before the force of cataclysmic nuclear blasts pulverized her, stunning her as she was torn apart into a billion particles.  Sure, she had anticipated her orgasm to be mind-blowing, but how could she have been prepared for total obliteration?

No breath, no pulse, no words....only the most pure, undiluted ecstasy. Circuits robbed of isolation, her soul skinned, laid bare...

From another galaxy, she heard her screams and moans, crying out his name among every curse word known to men. She felt like falling as her body tried to reassemble. A feeling so exhilarating and at the same time scaring her to death. Too feel this way was to be totally open and vulnerable.  No human being should have this kind of power over another. And yet, she knew, he'd be right there- his heart wide open to catch her crazy descent.

His arms around her, having pulled her against his wet torso, the guard shirt now sweated clean through. One hand secured her across her waist, holding her firm, the other pulling her head back against his shoulder, fingers clearing her drenched forehead from strands of hair.

His kisses brought her back to life. Reborn in some crazy, ancient ritual.  Like a lifeline, his penis was still buried within. Her own spasm slowing down, she felt him throbbing inside. Morse code, his love straight from his heart.

He laughed.

"You scared me.  You stopped breathing I think.  Man- and your eyes...It was mesmerizing watching you, girl.  Like a window to some kind of storm."

Her own throaty giggle finally made her realize she was back.  Back in his arms. Back with his cock buried deep inside. Back to feel more...

"That was something, Mr Security guard. Sure wish I could bottle that brand of lovin' and keep it handy."

"Just tell that man of yours he needs to be on his toes so he can keep up with you. You are some kind of wild."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, Mike."

"Oh yeah, lady? Boasting? A second ago you were too weak to stand, and I had to hold your little trembling body up for y'a."

"That's 'cause I had me a dose of that killin' kind of love.  The kind only my man can give me. And now it it's time for him to get his..."

Arching back, she signaled she had all the rest she needed. And that she was willing and able to let him soar.

Not able to resist, he moaned and slowly pulled back, easing out of her grip before re-entering with a very slow, deep, dragging, movement.  Her head remained on his shoulder and her eyes closed.  He knew just how to treat her.  Her nerves were still recovering, her flesh sensitized beyond belief, and she moaned against the new stimulation. 

Just when she started to adjust and ask for a faster rhythm, he kissed her, pulled out, and in one swift movement picked her up. Squealing her protest, he laughed, making it over to the den, dropping her into the couch unceremoniously.

Her eyes were hyponitzed by his glistening penis, jutting out proudly at her.  He really needed to get rid of his uniform now- she wanted him naked...all of him.

"What?" He laughed at her, even as he started to unbutton the shirt.

"Good. I was just thinking that you're totally overdressed."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The spark in his eyes set fire to her once again. She felt her pussy swelling as fluids returned.

Slowly, he pulled the shirt off, ran his hands across his quickly hardening nipples, then over his abs.  Her eyes were glued to him.  Licking her lips she wanted nothing more than to taste his salty skin, to tease and lick those hard tips even more, to feel the skin crinkle under her tongue.

"You are so beautiful laying there.  I wanna see your breasts, baby..."

Silent and smiling, Lisa pulled the top of the Teddy down, freeing here breast, fondling them with her hands, lifting them, then tweaking the sensitive peaks.

I was his turn to lick his lips.  His hand found his penis and he pumped himself slowly, driving her insane. 

"You want this, girl? Can you handle it? Let me see if your sweet cunt is wet enough for what I got to give you."

Every dirty word stirred her into new madness. This man was such a nasty freak- just like she loved it. And the extra turn on was to know that only she knew this side of him. Heck, he hadn't even known himself he had this dark, sexual side before she had somehow turned the key and released this powerhouse. And her world had been slightly off kilter ever since then. So long ago. So much joy, so much pain. And all so very much worth it.

Refocusing on the matter at hand, she reached down, pulling her thong to the side, spreading her folds for him.

"I like the new look, by the way."

Of course he did. She had used the extra time waiting to shave her pussy- leaving it bare for him. Just like she knew he liked it.

"I love to have your tongue on my skin- and your flesh...I don't want anything in-between us. So take your fucking pants off, will y'a?"

Her finger dipped into her pussy and her head fell back.

"Gosh, Lise, there is nothing better than to see your juices dripping - except when they're mixed with what I've given  y'a...Nothing."

Her fingers in motion now, her thumb touching her clit, making sure he saw it had grown once again. She spread her juices and his cum around her. In silent response, she noticed his penis jerking in his hands.

"Let's make that happen then , hum? How ‘bout you drop the pants and bring your sweet ass over here. I know you got more to give.  Daddy needs to get his, y'a know."

Finally, he got down to being naked and stepped over the superfluous clothing. Good thing, he was cutting back the Neverland budget as obviously those guard uniforms did not include underwear. She was all for saving!

As he slowly and with feral control stalked toward her, eyeing her like his tasty prey, she removed her hand from her pussy and sucked on her finger. Their eyes were locked tightly, his heated glance a heady aphrodisiac.

Arriving at the couch, Michael reached for her. Slowly his fingers traced her cheek, then he grabbed the back of her head.  Oh yeah. Sitting up, she found herself almost pierced by his rock hard dick. 

"How 'bout you put that mouth to work then and taste your juices this way." The order was issued with that growl she had missed.  He was in another universe now- one reined by sexual need and wild desire- all born from their crazy love.

"You don't wanna fuck?"

Rhetorical questions served to heighten the frenzy...

"Oh, I wanna fuck alright. But I'll be nice and give you a small rest. Enjoy it, you won’t get many breaks tonight, baby girl.

Reaching out, she grabbed a hold of him and licked his length.

"There you go...good girl.." Her eyes rose to find his head falling back, while his hand guided her head. Mr Control Freak setting the pace. Not that she minded, this time. 

"Come on...clean me off. Taste your sweetness.  You can do it."

There were times she doubted it.  He was so big, and she knew he pushed her limits.  However, years of practice had made sure she could drive him crazy, allowing her mouth to tighten around him, her tongue rasping him, her throat relaxing to let almost all if him enter, before she pulled back, gently sucking on his head, her tongue playing with the glans before she dipped into the small opening. His salty precum mingled with her taste- heightening her arousal.

His small noises and moans were her favorite song by far.  Sitting up further, she reached for his balls and pulled back, licking him like a kitten. Taking a small break while still pumping his shaft, she pulled her Teddy off, leaving only the soaking wet thong, while sinking to her knees at the same time.  Michael grabbed her head with both hands now and seriously started to fuck her face.  Every sigh, every moan, drove her closer to the brink again as her pussy and uterus were signaling their need to have his powerful took where it belonged.

"Lisa. Lisa, fucking hell.  I love the way you give head. But baby- I wanna be inside you when I cum.  Please..."

Oh, she totally agreed.  She'd love to taste him on her tongue, but she had enjoyed that pleasure quite extensively during the past months.  What she had missed was to feel him spasm as he came, feel his hot cum full her to the hilt, feel his muscles under her and on her as he was as lost as she was. Oh yeah, he'd cum inside if her, alright.

With a smacking sound, she released his penis and slowly rose, her eyes drowning in the black holes of his.  Lisa reached for his head, her hands enjoying fisting in his hair, pulling his mouth down to her. Kissing her wildly, his hands roamed over her body, making sure to give attention to her acing breasts and her ass. In a surprise move, he picked her up, only to position her on the broad leather ottoman.

"Michael!"

He stared down at her body as she was reclined against the black backgound in her rubies, her red thong, and her red heels.

"Gosh- you are so gorgeous. I love you so much. My own personal sexy wanton.  All ready- all mine..."

The reverent tone almost brought tears to her eyes. Words could never convey he depth of her love.  It was out of this world. Always had been- and now, that she had him again, she'd never let go.

Right now, she needed his body with an intensity scaring the holy shit out of her. Propping her legs up in a way that exposed her wet center to him, she leaned back on here elbows.  Her fingers trace her necklace, then down her collarbone to her breasts, then drawing a path to her belly and further down... His eyes left a scalding trace.

"Take 'em off- now!"

Smiling, she followed his order, spreading her legs further. Michael came down over her; one knee on the Ottoman, his hands next to her, his body between her legs- right where he belonged.  His greedy mouth captured a breast and he gently bit it, then sucked hard.

"You better watch out- you're gonna get some milk if you're not careful." Danny used to be horrified on the rare occasions she had forced herself to have sex when she was nursing Riley, trying to forget the man she really loved.

Michael, by contrast looked up at her in surprise. "So? It's all natural.  There is nothing about you that would ever be gross to me. You better remember that, ok?"

"Yes sir," she kidded, saluting him.  He laughed, capturing her hands and holding them above her head.

"Good girl. Now tell me what 'cha want."

"I want your big ass dick ramming into me, making me scream..."

His eyes heated up several more degrees. How long until she would just dissolve into boiling goo?

"Oh yeah? Of course. But are you wet enough, Lise?"

His kiss flooded her to a point where his question was bizarre to her. His mouth wandered down to her nipples, kissing and sucking them hard, while his hand stole between their bodies, spreading her engorged folds, rubbing her back and forth, using her ample fluids to provide the silken drag she craved as her pelvis rose up to meet him.

"Mike come on...give it to me... I need y'a..."

Her body was possessed and writhed against the cool leather beneath her sweating body.

"Are you begging me, baby?"

"Fuck yeah...come on, Mike, stop playin' . I need you inside."

"Yeah? Like this..."

Two long fingers entered her. She was pretty sure he'd be the death of her.

"Michael..." His name dissolved into a throaty moan.

"Sorry... I'm a doing something wrong? Here, let me fix that."

Kissing down her belly, his eyes swimming in hers as she lost clear vision, he approached her center.  Obviously, he did not care if she would die from sheer anticipation and the devastating mixture of lust and love.

"Oh baby, so smooth...I love it.  And I can smell how turned on you are. Let me have a taste to see if I'm right."

Her breath was captured in her lungs as all life centered on each spot he kissed and licked. 

His eyes flew up at her. "Breathe baby...you know breathing will make it even better..."

Unless it killed her ... Fire fed by oxygen, resulting in explosive backdraft…

When his tongue found her it was hot and a crazy contradictory mixture of slick and raw.  He licked her with long strokes, moaning his pleasure against her. She was on fire.  Why had she not spontaneously combusted yet?  So close... The rapidly approaching comet would sweep her along any second.

"Hmmmm... So good...you taste like heaven..."

As if his voice wasn't bad enough, his mouth closed around her clit just as another finger entered her, and screaming his name, she was pulled along on the ride on the tail of the shooting star, merging with matter of the universe as light seemed to shine though all her pores.  Undeterred, Michael kept up the torture, sucking on her like a piece of candy. No doubt, he would dissolve her. Just when she thought she could not bear the agony of sheer, undulate bliss he let up, sensing when to back off. Knowing exactly how to play this instrument...how to evoke the highest note for the longest time.

“Man-you are like a powder keg today…”

So why was he walking around combustive material with his blowtorch?

Her head had fallen back weakly, and she was not sure she could manage the simplest task like opening her eyes. 

Michael ran his fingers up her legs and every so gently caressed her quivering skin.  Her eyes remained closed until she felt his lips on her cheeks, her lids, her mouth.  She found his eyes smiling down at her.

“Stop looking so proud of yourself.” Her voice was hoarse now.

“But I am- I got the sexiest woman alive…”

“Michael- what ‘cha make me cum for again?  I want to feel you inside me…”

“Oh,  I want that too, very much so…Ready?”

She nodded.  She had been ready hours ago.  Now, ‘ready’ was really not the correct term anymore.  She was a willing captive in this universe of pleasure…and she would not be complete until she felt him erupt inside her depths. Nothing else would do.

Michael sat back on his knees and stroked his penis which was aimed straight at the bulls-eye.  He was engorged and ready, the steel core surrounded by pulsing veins,  culminating in the darker crown,  attesting to his arousal.  Michael reached over and grabbed a pillow, propping it below her hips, angling her up toward him.  He reached for her thighs and pulled her closer to him, in the same moment, he surged forward and entered her, causing a surprised cry from her lungs.  He stilled, his eyes closing for a moment, while his hands repositioned themselves under her ass, lifting her toward him even more. Lisa could see his chest rising and falling from the effort to control himself.

“Holy shit..You feel like you are boiling silk inside, Lise. So, fucking…” He bit his lips.  “Good…”

“Come on,big guy, give it to me good.  I wanna hear you scream.”

His eyes opened and they were warmed by a molten glow. 

“You better hold on, baby girl. “Cause I think we’ll both scream pretty soon.”

Michael’s hands ran down her thighs and calves one more time before he grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs straight up, holding them open like a V. She was all exposed to him now and she felt his penis expanding inside before he pulled back in the carefully measured drag she adored.  When he thrust back home into her, he obviously had stopped worrying if she’d be able to handle it.  Either that or the juices dripping from her every time he withdrew gave him the answer he needed.

Within seconds Lisa was back on that now familiar threshold.  Had this been a trip back to space, she’d be getting ready to put her shades back on upon re-entry into the atmosphere of the sun. Michael alternated his straight jabs with swiveling hip motion and made sure he hit her clit while adjusting her angle accordingly.  Lisa tried to stay braced on her elbows to heighten each impact, which was quite a chore considering each time he hit end it was similar to being assaulted by a thousand volts of electricity. 

Good thing they elected to do this away from the kids, as soon the room was filled with moans and cries, their names interwoven with the familiar dirty talk and curses.  Knowing the payoff would be immense, both were locked in a battle of holding off as long as possible.

“Lisa, fucking hell…Baby…I can’t hold on much longer…”

Michael’s face was contorted in agony- sweat was trickling down his temples and from his chest, falling onto her, mixing with her own dew of exertion, running off in rivers of ecstasy.  Just before she knew she was careening off the cliff, he lifted her once again, letting his hand part her ass cheeks, using her escaping juices to play with her other opening as her eyes flew open and she was launched into an orgasm that surpassed anything she had experienced in a long time.  Her muscles clenched and she almost surged forward.  Her screams were a mixture of his name and some secret, holy language born form pure lust.  Michael successfully pulled back one more time, before she felt him freezing.  Through her own disembodiment, she observed his head falling back, his eyes shut, as his own moans took over.  Watching him, feeling him expanding and spasming inside her, feeling his hot seed shoot into her, filling her, nurturing her, triggered another wave and she clenched him even harder.

“Fucking….shit….oh baby…you’re gonna kill me…”  Michael fell forward, careful to catch his weight, while his mouth found hers and they drank from the sighs of the other. 

Michael’s arms closed around her and he somehow managed to roll them off the Ottoman, coming to rest on the soft carpet, pulling her over him, cradling her shaking and trembling body to his.  Nothing existed for the longest time but their breaths and heart beats slowly returning to a pace that allowed human functioning. If Lisa could have stayed like this for all eternity, she doubted she would have objected.

“You are some kind of freak, Mr. Jackson.” She mumbled against his chest when she was able to lift her head, kissing his salty skin.

“You taught me well.  Or should I say, you corrupted my pure innocence.”

“My ass!” Lisa laughed and looked up into his eyes that surrounded her with a dome of pure love and adoration.

“Yes, your ass is amazing, now that you mention it. And it also seems to be designed as some kind of trigger to make you cum really, really hard.”

That remark earned him smack and she enjoyed his giggling.

“You hungry?” Michael sat up, pulling her up with him.

“For food?”

“Ah- yeah.  Can you give an old man a break? Where are those chocolate thingies I ordered?” He looked down at her with a frown. “You didn’t eat them all, did y’a?”

“Fuck no! You ordered enough to cause a whole country to go into diabetic shock.”

“Any  champagne left?”

“Ah…I think so…somewhere.”

Michael got up and reached his hand out to her. “Come on, lazy. Let’s go find some.  I know there is more in the fridge.  Oh, and I also had it stocked with whip cream.”

A naughty smile and a dirty wink followed.  “For dessert…”

“I am not sure my legs work.  Or that I can walk.”

For a second his eyes turned serious. “I didn’t hurt you? I mean, you’re ok, right?”

“Michael! I think I will recover.  And you hurt me so good, baby.”

Looking downward, she saw her words and the low tone of her voice revived that sleeping cobra.  Not that it ever rested for long.  And it had been a long hibernation period…

“Yeah?  Good.”  Proudly, he smiled and blew her a kiss.  “Fine, stay here.  I’ll get sustenance and props…I mean side –dishes.  Like strawberries…”

Lisa laughed and sunk back against the carpet.  This sounded like it was a beginning to a long afternoon and night.  And she was more than ready- as if she could ever get enough of him! There would never be sufficient time – not in this lifetime.

The next morning found her in some kind of deathlike sleep.  She stirred and immediately regretted having moved.  Fucking shit! Had she given birth again?  Memories returned and she smiled with her eyes still closed.  Oh yeah.  No wonder she was sore.  Michael had been intent in revisiting every single position he had ever heard or read about- at least once.  And just when she thought there was no place on and in her body he had not explored and pleasured- he once again proved her wrong.

His soft laughter made her open her eyes and, as so many times before, she found him staring down at her.  Suddenly, the sensation waking her also made sense.  He was using the blossom of a sunflower to trace the contours of her body.

“So, awake yet, lovely one?”

“No-and don’t wake me, either. I was dreaming I had this crazy love making marathon with this absolutely stunning man.”

“Bastard. I shall kill him.”

“Seriously, let me sleep some more, ok.  We’ll have to get back to the babies soon enough.”

She sat up with a start.

“Shit the kids…”

Michael leaned forward and kissed her nose.

“Don’t worry- I already called.  And was yelled at by mother for being a worry-wart. Everyone is fine.”

Sinking back into the pillow, she exhaled.  Good, it was all taken care of, then.  Life was good. Finally, it was everything she wanted.  And the best part: she did not have to fear he would up and leave.  Not this time. Not ever again.  For the first time in a very long time she knew she would not be alone anymore.

“So, what’s up? You got that shit-eating grin going for some reason. What’s on your mind, Mike?”

“You know what today is?”

“Thanksgiving?”

“Very cute.  Yes…and….”

“And I feel guilty for letting your Mom take care of everything at Hayvenhurst while I lounge around here? Even though it is her rotten son who got me all sore and shit…”

“Lise-it’s not like she is doing it herself, ok.  But no. Let me fill you in. I was going to surprise you, but you don’t always do so well with those. So here is the plan: I’ll get you breakfast and then I show you some outfits I had brought out.  You know- stuff you’ve been looking at..”

Stuff she had been looking at?  The only outfits she had been looking at lately were…. No way!

“Michael? What are you saying.”

“I’m saying I’m tired of waiting.  Today is the last day of you being a wild single woman.  From this afternoon on, you get to be a wild married woman.  And you better not say no.  Everyone has been in on the planning- even the kids.  And you better believe they are going nuts with keeping the secret.  So you gotta play along, and I don’t wanna hear any protests. I don’t care what you’re excuses are..”

“Michael?”

“No, not a word. Today is your wedding day and you better damn well like it, or...”

Lisa was too stunned to notice the single tear sliding down her cheek.  Oh God- wow.  This was actually happening! And today.  According to Michael she could not stall anymore.  And why the hell would she? 

Not knowing what else to do, she reached out and pulled him toward her in a kiss that finally shut him up. It lasted for several minutes and nothing had ever felt as good as his arms around her.

When they broke apart his eyes searched for an answer.

“Does that mean you are for once agreeing with me?”

“Yes! YES!” She shouted, laughing as more tears escaped.

“HA!” Michael grabbed her and twirled her around.

“Ouch! I’m sore, remember?”

“Oh,sorry…. Ok,not all that sorry.  Glad to know I still got it.”  He smiled down at her broadly.

“Oh,baby. You got it alright. And you got me-forever.”

“Well, good then.” He kissed her, then stopped suddenly.

“What?”
“Oh,I almost forgot- I got a pre-wedding present for you.  But really, it’s for tonight…”

He retrieved a box;  and it was eerily familiar. Last time she had seen one had been…on her birthday.

“Michael? What did you do?”

“Well, the last one went over so well-  I thought we’d need to add to the collection.”

Sure enough.  He had done it again.  And this time it was gold filled glass resting in the velvet lined box.

That little pervert.

Michael laughed hysterically and she was shaking her head.  Oh well- there were worse things than a crazy, sex obsessed husband.  Or a golden glass toy to look forward to.

“You know what I wanna do with that?”

Michael leaned in and whispered in her ear, causing her to blush, which was quite a feat.

Ok- now all she had to do was make it through this day to get to the next night. Her wedding night. And if she knew her husband to be- it would be just another string in a long chain of love and pleasure- laid out before them on the path to correct what once had gone so horribly wrong. A second chance.  And she was damned if she was not going to make the best of it.

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Epilogue-

2002

Michael stared at the picture in his hands.  Man-almost three years since their wedding.  Three years of love, arguments, making-up, filling their house with laughter and new memories.  How different this marriage was from the first version- it was work, and he loved every minute of it.  It was not perfect and there were many times he wanted to wring Lisa’s neck, but he could honestly say that he knew she loved and trusted him.  As for himself, he allowed himself to rely on another human being for the first time in his life.  What a strange, mysterious, wonderful journey.  Lisa never let him get away with anything. 

As for her, she had finally emotionally backed away from her mother, even when she had allowed Priscilla back into their lives very carefully.  Danny was still annoying- but Michael no longer saw him as a threat- it was more of a hobby to engage in little pissing matches with him.

Work was no longer his holy grail- his family had taken that spot.  He had stopped touring-  but had recently signed on to do shows in Las Vegas, moving the family there for two years- performing twice a week, with ample rest times build in.  He also was about to release another album- after signing with an independent record company, breaking free from the bonds of the giant he was shackled to before.

The opening door startled him as the baby, James, toddled into the room.  At one and a half years old, he was the spitting image of Lisa- only with dark eyes and curly dark hair.  And he was a force to behold now that he had discovered running.

Michael kneeled down and opened his arms, catching the mad dash of his youngest.  What was he running from?

“Where is your Mommy, little man?  Did you escape again?”

Lisa’s newest exercise program seemed to be chasing the youngest Jackson around.  Not that it hurt her- she looked amazing. 

“You might as well stop running, young man. I know you got into the cookies.  The jig is up!”

James giggled even as he shook his head, sending his curls flying.  Small crumbs and chocolate stains were still visible on his face. 

“Now, you know,  Mommy said no cookies ‘til later.  And don’t even try to con’ Daddy into it. I don’t wanna be yelled at by Mommy.” Michael kissed his laughing son.

“Right, Daddy- ‘cause you would never do anything to spoil the children.”

Lisa stood at the door glancing at them, trying to hide a smile in her attempt to look fierce. 

“I think Obi successfully found and destroyed that cookie.  He has cookie- radar.”

“Stop calling him that.  You know I don’t like it.”
“So?  There are names you call me I don’t like. Like, spear-wielding monster, or slayer of your virtue…”

Lisa rolled her eyes and tried not to laugh.

“Did you get into some ‘shrooms, Mike?  Seriously- and watch what you’re saying around the kids…”

“Just saying… We all have nick-names.  Yours is ‘stands with a pout’ –or is that your Indian name, I forget.”

“Don’t’ you have recording to do- that way you can annoy your sound engineers and not me…”

“But you love it when I tease you…” He had walked up to her and kissed her, holding the baby between them.  Which was hard to do as James was part wiggle-worm and part a Momma’s boy, grabbing his mother’s hair.

“I show you some teasing later, Mike.  And you’ll be crying for mercy.”

“Mommie- more cookies!” James had grabbed her face, leaning over, trying to get her attention.

Lisa took him and placed him on her hip. “Not now, greedy crocodile. Time for your nap. Want Daddy to come and sing for you?”

Of course he did! It was the secret weapon for all his kids. 

After putting James in his crib, they walked back downstairs, hand in hand.

“Hey, Michael: Have you called that Bashir guy back?”
“Yeah, I thought about it. You’re right.  I think he is a crook.”

“Well, it’s up to you- but I don’t like to have someone around here, following us around.  I know you said he’d help with establishing the World Children’s Day, but I still think he’s full of shit.”

Michael made a face.  It had sounded so good at first- and Bashir had done that interview with Princess Diana…still.  He trusted Lisa’s instincts, and something was not right with that man. 

“Oh, I also called about that boy trying to get our help with cancer treatment, Gavin.  I put him in touch with some organizations…”

“Ok…Just don’t get overinvolved, ok?”

“Naw- don’t worry.” Michael pulled her close.

“I know you want to help, Mike, and you can still do that.  But it just seems odd how that family has contacted all these other famous people before…”

“Yeah, Chris also warned me.  So I certainly won’t have him out at Neverland or anything.”

“Sounds perfect.  Hey- don’t grow up all the way on me, ok?”

No way! But it was nice to see she appreciated him setting better boundaries.

Her pulled her close, kissing her head.  Snuggling closer, Lisa suggestively wiggled her hips.

“So…James is asleep, the twins and Paris are on an outing with Janet, Prince is at your Mom’s and Riley and Ben are at their father’s.  What to do, what to do with all our time?”

“We could play scrabble…” He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, letting her feel his awakened interest. 

“Or chess…”

Lisa reached between them and started to undo his belt.

“Do a crossword puzzle…?”

His hand slid down her dress and he gathered the material up, using one hand to go exploring, pushing the lacy material of her panties to the side. His efforts where rewarded when he found her nice and wet. 

“My, my…seems my wife has needs…”  He reached over, locked the door, and picked Lisa up, carrying her toward the desk.

“And you don’t wanna be one of those husbands neglecting those needs, you know...”

Placing her on the surface, he shoved up her skirt, spreading her thighs. Lisa laughed and threw her head back.

“Heck no. I’m aiming to be the best husband ever…”

He went down on his knees and started to kiss her knees, then charting a course up her thighs.

Her little moan and quivering flesh gave him the green light. 

“Oh baby-  and you are well on your way…”

Just before he got ready to devour his gorgeous wife- he looked up into her sapphire eyes.

“Lisa- we gotta stop meeting this way.”

Lisa laughed and winked at him.

Then, they both said, “Naw…,” before Michael once again immersed himself in the task of making sure his wife would have no complaints as all her needs- and his- were met to the fullest potential.

And who knew?  Maybe it was time to work on balancing the family dynamic.  If he remembered correctly, it was time for a girl this time around….

THE END

Authors Note: Thank you SO much for all the amazing feedback on the re-posting of this, my first story. This is what got me started and it was so much fun to re-read it again! I hope this one will always be close to your hearts - as it is to mine! Erika <3 

 

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