Chapter 4: A Tricky Day

On his way to the Aubert's residence in Le Marais, just a three-hour drive from town, Mario tried to get his mind off things. 

But it was fucking hard. 

Every now and then, he would let his mind drift back to the brief meeting he had, with twenty two-year-old sexy Belle. 

He got smiles playing on his lips in all those moments, but the thoughts would not even stay for long. 

What was he thinking running from home to live by himself? 

He had thought that he would find peace, after years of living under his parents' control. 

Now that had even been manageable, as he could well take a vacation all the time they upset him. 

But not anymore, not after his mother canceled all his credit cards.

And when Annette's parents started to join in, forcing him to obey his parents and marry their daughter, he had had to take a hike, away from all of them. 

"I hope Aurelia is safe." He thought to himself, despite it. He knew that even Annette's parents did not mean well for his family. 

He parked his car a few metres away from the mansion-castle, one hour later. 

Then, he stared at it for a long while, not believing that he had lived here all his life. It still looked the same. 

But, all the time he lived here, he had been a puppet. A bloody puppet.

And for a moment, he considered turning back, even if it meant that he would never come back. Even if it happened that his mother had died in here. 

"Mario?" He heard someone call his name, unfortunately, and he ducked quickly under the seat. 

"Holy shit." He cussed under his breath. He had hoped he would get some time to brace himself. 

"Mario? Oh My goodness, Mon fils, you came!" It was Caroline, and she was wearing a black dress. Her eyes seemed to water every now and then, and she tugged at it with the hem of her dress. 

Mario's heart missed a beat, as he got down from his car, and followed her in. 

"Is Maman all right?" 

But she would not answer him. As controlling as his mother was, Mario wanted her alive. He in fact wished that he had a better relationship with her. 

He was quietly led into his mother's room, without a word, and Caroline went out, leaving him in there. 

Mario sat on her bed, and tried to relax. He had lived without his mother for over two years, yet he did not know how to feel, if she ever died. 

"Maman?" He called, looking around her flamboyantly furnished room. He tried to unlock the door, but Caroline had locked it from outside. 

"Maman, are you safe?" He cried, sucking in the scent of her bedspread. Aurelia was nowhere in sight. Most of her bags were not hanging down her rack as usual, and her shoes were kept away already. 

Even her bedspread looked different. 

He waited there for over ten minutes, kneeling at her bedside and crying his eyes out. 

He had not got any call that she had been unwell, or anything. He wondered what happened to her. 

He wondered why Caroline was not saying anything, and why no other person was in the house. 

Mario was still crying when Caroline opened the door and walked in with a tray of three-martinis.

It was Mario's usuals two years ago.

 He started drinking it from home, everytime he was upset. 

"Drink this, my son." She said, pulling him up from his position. "You need to cheer up." 

Mario rubbed his eyes, and took one of the martinis, then the second, and the third, never stopping to catch his breath. 

"I am happy you came. It's been a long while...you look thinner too." 

"No, I don't." He argued, looking around the room. "I look sad. Because I don't know why I'm here, or why I'm crying."

 He should ask her what the bad news was, but he didn't want to hear it. 

Maybe Caroline understood this too, because she was not making any attempt to talk about it. 

"Do you have a job? Do you live alone? What has happened to you in the past couple of years?" 

She chattered, as if everything was okay. 

"You should come back home, Mario. There's no place like home. We really miss you." 

He started to feel lightheaded, and he held the bed for support, looking into his mother's handmaid's blue eyes. 

"Caroline, you haven't told me what happened. What's the bad news?" He asked, his eyes shutting down slowly. He got up, to intensify his question, but he staggered backwards, and almost fell over. 

"Where is my mother?" He asked, quietly but firmly. 

"What do you think?" Caroline fired back, getting up to meet his shoulders. "Relax, Mario, and let the drug work." She was giggling mischievously, and he immediately realized his folly. 

He had been tricked by his own family, and he had fallen for it, like a fool. 

It was not their first time, but this was a straw that broke the camel's back. How could he have fallen yet again? 

Mario rubbed his forehead and tried his best to steady himself, but it was not working. 

"You should not move too much if you want to steady yourself, L'amoureux."  

"What is going on, Caroline? You said there was bad news!" He yelled, sending tiny waves of shock into his brain. He had to kneel on the floor and shake it off with a few breaths. 

"Oh. There's no bad news. Aurelia is fine. Everyone is fine, don't worry." She said, laughing mischievously. He should have known. 

They were no good. 

"Lying bitch." He cussed, above his breath, but she laughed again. 

"Your mother went on a business trip, I promise." She laughed yet again. "You are only here because I brought you here." 

"So, you...you tricked me?"

By this time, Mario was breathing erratically, and grunting on the marble floor. He had trickles of saliva pouring down a side of his mouth. 

He tried to talk, but he couldn't. He could barely see well, and he had a surge of painful heat seep into his cock. 

It was weird, but the drug, whatever it was, was working super quickly. "Caroline can't possibly be attracted to me, she's almost my mother's age." He thought, wondering who put her up to it.

 He had trusted her, over his own blood. 

She had been the one who first introduced martinis to him, then he got addicted on his own, much later.

 Now, she was playing the villain. 

If he ever got out of this mess, he would never let himself go near anything that had martini in it. Including home. 

He lifted his head and saw her taking a call in the corner of the room. "It's time, madame. You can come over now." 

Barely five minutes later, someone walked in, with an air of majesty. She was dressed in a transparent, blue dress, that hugged her lower body perfectly well. 

Apart from the dress, she had nothing else underneath. Her full breasts jiggled with every step, and her perky nipples threatened to seep out of the tightness of her dress.  

As soon as she stepped into the room, she threw Caroline a huge envelope, and asked her to leave them alone. 

"Oui, Madame. Have fun." Caroline left immediately after giving a quick bow to the lady. 

"Mario." She called, after Caroline left. 

She bent down to his level, and brought his face to look at hers. "It is me, the love of your life." 

Mario stared into her face, almost totally unaware of his surroundings or the figure before him. 

"You are so hot, chéri." She said, flashing him a mischievous smile. "You are hotter when you are submissive, like this." 

Mario grunted weakly and looked out the door. He was losing it.

 "Belle?" He whispered, his voice strained. 

"What? Non, je ne suis pas Belle." She scoffed, helping him to his feet. "Or did you mean I'm pretty? Yes, Of course I am." Her eyes were teary, as she watched him go limp in her embrace. 

"Poor boy." She said. "I am sorry I had to bring you back like this. It was the only way." She kissed his mouth, and waited for his reaction, but he remained there, like a robot, staring into her big brown eyes. 

"I love you, Mario. Why won't you acknowledge it? I am the only one who does. Not Belle, not any of those girls you fuck every night." 

She took him to the bed, and made him lie on it. Then, she got on top of him, and tugged at his shirt. 

"Belle." He said again, softly, like a plea, but she ignored him. This time, she knew he wasn't calling her beautiful. 

"You are at Annette's mercy now." She laughed painfully, slowly pulling off his shirt. "I would do anything to have you be mine, Mon chéri." 

She stared at his bare chest and ran her fingers on it. He did not flinch or move, but he never took his eyes off hers. 

They looked dead- those eyes, but she chose not to see it that way. 

"Still sturdy, as always." She moaned, shutting her eyes, and letting herself feel her skin on his. 

"It's going to be fun. I am at my most fertile right now, so, give me a child, Mario. Maybe a child will convince you."  

A few tears rolled down her face, but she ignored them. 

She slowly began to trace her hands from his chest downwards. She stopped when she reached his hardness. She watched it shoot out of his pants, and licked her lips seductively. 

"I want you, Mario. As much as I did two years ago, and at the time we first met. I want you just as bad. Tu n'as aucune idée." She cupped her hands around it, and stroked it lovingly. He winced under his breath, but could not do anything to stop her. 

Matter-of-factly, he could not even move his own body. 

She stopped carresing him, and then unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants all the way down. 

She grunted as she did so, because his bulkiness made them a little tighter at the hips. 

"Fuck, Mario, tu es si sexy."

As soon as she was done getting him naked, she pulled off her dress in a twinkling of an eye. 

She jumped on him once more, and looked into his face for a moment. "It feels like a dream. I thought I could never have you again." 

Her legs shivered beneath her, and she knew what it meant. An impure need was burning within her, an emptiness crying so bad for a filling. 

She took his finger and rubbed it on her cunt. She moaned when she slipped it in the first time, and cried when she put in one more finger, and fingered herself deeper. 

It was too much to bear. 

"Ma-rio, s'il te plaît, arrête." She begged him in French, as if he were doing those things to her on his own volition. 

She finally stopped to watch his reaction, ten minutes later. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were shut tight, as if tortured. He also had tiny beads of sweat gathering on his face. 

Horrific. 

As soon as she recovered from her euphoria, she started to ride him. Slowly because he was grabbing her hand, pleading with his eyes that she stop.

"Ann...Annette...Annette?" He cried, weakly, her butt bouncing over his full erection, creating a slapping friction under the sheets. She felt for him, but she was not willing to leave him, until he cummed in her. 

It was crazy, but she did not care. 

"Be quiet and preserve your energy. I will be done soon. You only need to cum for me."

It was only a matter of seconds before Annette's wish was granted. She took him inside of her completely, and whimpered as she felt everything that came out of him, rush deep into her core. 

By the time she got off him, he had already gone flaccid. She laid beside him and caressed his sweaty face. 

"I'm sorry." Annette cried, "I'm sorry, Mon chéri." She jumped off his limp body after a while, and walked into his mother's million-euro bathroom. 

He was hurting badly- she knew, but she did not know what to do about it. 

It was going to take another hour for the effects to wash off him. 

"If only you had obeyed your family, I wouldn't have to take you by force." She said, amidst her tears. She did not regret making him sleep with her. Only thing she regretted was having to do it that way. 

Annette sat in Mario's mother's tub, naked, and cried her eyes out. She did not understand what she felt for him, but she knew it was strong. 

So strong that nothing could stop her now. 

She savored the feel of his fullness in her, as she felt the water run on her supple skin. It was the first time she had raw sex with him. He had always used protection during their good ol' days. 

It felt like he was still inside of her, even after washing herself. It was dirty and relaxing and painful all at once. 

With her rollercoaster of moods, she remained there for the next half an hour, hoping he would have woken up as himself, before she got back in the room. 

"No, it is better if he doesn't find me here." She muttered suddenly, shaking her head. She wriggled out of the bathtub, minutes later, and walked back into the room. 

He was still sleeping soundly, and his heartbeat was becoming more and more even, by the minute. 

Annette heaved a sigh of relief and kissed his forehead. "I hope you don't hate me for this." She whispered. 

Making sure that all evidences were cleared, she dressed up quickly, and went out of the building.