Fitz sighs as he sets his hands on his hips. "How are you doing, trouble?"
Hemlock rolls her eyes at him, but grins all the same. "I've been better. We should probably get going before they decide to change their mind and decide to lock me up again."
Involved: Mercedes D’onofrio and Nicholas D’onofrio
Location: -; Savannah, Georgia
Time Frame:-
Notes: Mercedes meets a guy at a club.
Sipping from her third glass, Mercedes’ eyed the crowd from the somewhat makeshift VIP section. Savannah was so not her speed, it’s nightlife certainly did not rival New York’s. She was looking to amuse herself tonight as she’d done several nights before but every fish that bit she tossed back to the water.
Sitting her glass down she looked over at Freddie and said “let’s dance” softly. He turned her down twice tonight, by now he’d have to change his mind.
Freddie looked down at the time on his watch; it was a quarter to one. And to his surprise she managed a full night of play with no Nicholas; yet. At her question he shook his head. One he had no intentions of doing so and being caught by Nicholas in the act. Two he wasn’t a dancer.
Mercedes pouted “fine” she said as she picked her glass back up and gulped the rest down. “I’ll go find me a dance partner then” she told him, sitting the glass back down again. She stood up in what might as well have been a t-shirt, pulling it down in the back. Her dress exposed all the right things, she was panty less and had on tights for the night breeze. Any smart man would be drooling over her.
Freddie looked at the woman with a raised brow, he quickly looked away as she stood up. Had he seen her naked form in a dozen ways yes however, he would never be caught doing so outright. She left the section and he moved to stand up, stalking the crowd as he shadowed her form.
Mercedes moved for the dance floor with a sway of her hips. She moved towards the center, gliding past bodies watching as a few moved out of her way. She smirked and tugged her dress down a bit again. She felt someone brush behind her, assuming it was Freddie she ignored it as she swapped glances with a young Hispanic man.
“That dress makes a big statement” she heard over her shoulder from a strong voice.
Looking back, she took in the tall dark man behind her. A chuckle left her not because she was playing coy but because she was taken back by the man’s appearance. “Well it’s done it’s job” she finally replied, turning on her heels.
The man chuckled at her, taking in her beauty. “I’m Chris” he told her over the loud music “let me buy you a drink” he said firmly.
Smirking, Mercedes said “I’m Renee” back to him “I can handle my own drinks, but you can dance with me” she told him swaying her hips to the music she walked backwards moving further into the crowd.
Chris raised his brows, she was forward and he liked that. Nodding his head he moved to chase her curves in the ocean of people. Sliding behind her, he gripped her thick hips and pulled her closer to his body.
Winding her hips to the song, Mercedes fell into the man with another smirk as he pulled her body to his. Her hands instinctively covered her breast keeping them in place against the scarce fabric that was containing them.
Freddie watched Red from afar, when the man approached he passed them both taking in the convo. He groaned at the antics and circled back around as the two began to dance. Looking back down at his watch, he looked at the entrance for any sign of the man to see nothing. Either Nicholas was busy or knew his wife was up to no good and decided to let her be. However, the latter still didn’t bring him any comfort at all.
Mercedes bent over gently, one hand moving to pull the skimpy dress down as she grinded against the man. His excitement was cute, feeling his hard on caused her to look back at him.
Chris took in the sight of the woman’s round ass bent before him and he swallowed hard. Pressing his dick against her he smacked her ass firmly moving with her in time to the music. She looked back at him, such a simple thing that almost drove him crazy as his mind raced to picture her with nothing on at all in this same position.
Mercedes looked away from the man leaning back up once more as she tugged the tight dress down. She moved along with him before turning with a smirk. “I think I do want that drink,” she smiled.
Chris allowed her to turn in his arms and he said “you can have whatever you like” to her in a gruff voice.
XXX
Taking a sip from the glass Mercedes swayed her hips as she danced from her section. She continued to take in the crowd of people as she finally started to feel the effects of the glasses she lost count of.
Chris pulled the woman down in his lap, “why don’t we go, get a room” he said in her ear. He pulled her into a deep kiss drinking her down before he kissed down her neck. He marked her skin without thought. “Let me peel this off you” he said, sucking on her sweet flesh. One glass in one hand, the other hand full of her ample breast.
Mercedes looked back at Chris bouncing into his lap, she spilled a bit of liquid from her glass on the way down. “A room” she questioned grinning, as he sucked on her flesh she bit her lip gently. “Peel this Mugler off of me?” She repeated “hmm” she said softly. “I could go home and get fucked” she slurred batting a lash.
Chris chuckled before he said “you ain’t never had dick like this before, let’s go” as he pulled her up with him. He didn’t care about who or what she had at home.
She didn’t know if it was the liquor or the authority in his voice either way she got to her feet. He intrigued her, she looked at Freddie and gestured for the door. “He’s not gonna let me leave without him,” she told Chris.
“That’s your guy?” He asked her taking the white dude in. He’d noticed him a while ago but didn’t really know who he was. Chris continued to escort the woman out the door however.
“No” Mercedes said “he’s my bodyguard” she breathed as she sat the glass down. Looking back at Freddie she watched as he grabbed her purse and coat. She looked back at Chris, “and I have to take my own ride” she said to him.
Chris paused “you can’t drive yourself” he said as they exited the building moving into the cold air. “Did you have a coat?” He asked her, moving to take his own off.
Freddie handed Mercedes’ her coat as the man asked her about it, pushing his aside. “She takes her own car, she has a driver,” he answered. Freddie held her coat out for her before he then escorted her to her car. “Fuck are you doing?” He said to her under his breath.
Mercedes slid her arms into her coat nodding her head. “Yeah, I have a driver. We will follow you” she said as Freddie tugged her along. “Calm down Freddie, Nicholas doesn’t give a damn about me” her sluggish voice said aloud. “All he cares about is Michael,” she slurred. “Which is so crazy because he didn’t even want Michael” her soul exposed through her drunken state.
Freddie looked at Mercedes’ with a head shake and he helped her into the back of the car. Closing the door he said “and what will this man prove?” Questionably.
Mercedes chuckled, grabbing a bottle of wine “you know, I liked you better when you were silent” she told him before she chuckled again. “All of a sudden you are so invested in me and Nicholas. You hated him before” she reminded.
“I didn’t hate Nicholas. Nicholas hated me” he told her. “I never want anyone to get hurt,” Freddie breathed.
“Welp” Mercedes said before she began to laugh again as the car began to move. “Too late” she said with an eye roll “I’ve forgiven him but I haven’t forgotten that Rebecca shit” she said as she took a sip from the wine bottle. “And the woman, what’s her name?” She asked. “The wife” she said to Freddie “the ex wife” she corrected, taking another sip. “That bitch” she hissed, never finishing her statement.
Freddie watched her, grabbing the wine bottle he said “we are going home” to her. “You are drunk, he just wants to take advantage of you, I know you know that” he breathed.
“Party pooper” Mercedes said to him “I’m a grown woman I can make my own decisions” she protested.
XXX
Freddie grabbed the duffel bag out of the trunk moving with Mercedes’ for the front door. He looked at his watch, it was after 3 am. Hopefully Nicholas is sleeping, that nothing comes of this, and all would be well in the home.
Mercedes stepped into the home dropping her coat off herself and tossing it to their butler. She pulled the dress down as she swayed towards the direction of her bedroom. Was she in pursuit of her bed or her husband, she didn’t know yet first she had to conquer the spinning stairs before she decided. Taking them one at a time she moved in her heels, her dress rising as she moved. With her free hand she held it down by a pinched piece of fabric as she ascended.
The estate in Georgia was a dream of life Nicholas had never wanted. Yet, it fit him of a fashion. Or rather it was a mask of respectability, that he could hide behind more completely than his wife ever could. The money in the seaport was long and the good old boys that sat at the high table were laughable. Too bad, really Red could never abide. As surely as a raven's body was black, Nicholas knew his wife wasn't suited for this place, but for a time she'd wanted -needed this dream, so he'd been forced to oblige. 'Red?' He swirled the dark liquid, ice cubes clinking against his glass. 'What to do about Red?' He wondered for the hundredth time. Coming back to the same conclusion he always had. He really didn't know.
One heavy foot after the other she moved, gripping the railing of the stairs. Once she reached the top she groaned slightly, that had been a task. With her hand resting against the wall she guided herself to her room, thinking of Michael. She was such a horrible mother, going out at night and leaving him behind to be waited on by staff and her husband. Sighing, she reached the large doors and she opened them both leaning against one “Nicky” she slurred walking inside and closing the doors behind herself loudly. “I thought you were going to come ruin the fun” she chuckled as she bent over to unfasten her heels kicking them to the side. “Did you miss me?” she asked moving towards him.
Nicholas was brought from his thoughts as the door to the bedroom swung open. He scanned Red from head to toe. Eyes rolling over her appraisingly. His eyebrow rose as he brought the glass to his lips, drinking down the cool liquid slow. The slight burn for the alcohol, calming the sharp twinge of anger that pulled at his insides. Turning he moved over to a chair and dropped down, before sliding the glass to the side table beside him. “I like checkers, but only once a week.” He said dryly, cold eyes studying his wife still, head tilting as she moved towards him, he chuckled. “I should ask you that question.”
His checkers comment fell on deaf ears, “of course” she breathed as she finally reached him. She lowered herself into his lap straddling him and she kissed him deeply “but I asked you first” she added kissing him again with a swirl of her hips. Mercedes slid her hands inside his shirt, resting them on his shoulders before she began to tug his shirt off releasing his lips finally. She rolled the shirt down his chiseled arms pecking his lips “I want you to fuck me daddy” she breathed as she tugged the shirt over his large hand the other tugging her dress up.
“Is that so?” Nicholas' neck rose to meet Red’s face, long fingers sliding around her hips as she made herself comfortable in his lap. His eyes never closed as she kissed him, the remnant of vodka and wine still fresh on her lips. “I always miss you.” He gave over coolly, letting her undress him. Another chuckle escaped him, deep in his throat. He could do that, He thought, his long fingers smoothing over her hips, then slipping up her tight cover thighs. Then quick as a viper, his large hand closed in at the point where the cut out dress connected and he yanked his wife to him, his free hand, slamming down against her ass. He returned her sweeter kisses with a rough one, Holding her to him. Parting, he raised an eyebrow, “Why must you do these things?”
Nodding her head she looked at Nicholas with a smirk, “always?” she questioned him with loving eyes. He yanked her to him, and her body willingly moved closer to his. Her ample chest pressed against his, feeling the rough way he smacked her ass made her gush with want “mm” she said softly. “What things?” she asked not following. She reached behind herself, unzipping her dress for him and pulling the straps down her arms, releasing her top half to him.
Nicholas let the question lay heavy in the air for a moment, the last bit of annoyance, melting “Always.” He repeated, wondering why it mattered, she knew he loved her. She acted as if this whole plan to leave New York wasn’t hers or maybe she was just bored. The fabric fell away from her ample breast, and his mind again faded away from thoughts of her random, childish behavior. They could deal with that later. Leaning up, he kissed down the valley between her breasts, both hands moving to her ass. He kissed down around the milk filled flesh, nibbling softly, as he worked his way to her nipple. Licking back up the channel then down once more, he licked around the bud, then latched on. Tongue sliding across the already erect flesh, he suckled softly, moaning over the taste of her milk as it hit his tongue.
Mercedes practically gushed at his words, her cheeks turning rosey red, she wouldn’t have to beg him if he offered it more often. It’s never enough to know how someone feels they must express it. As he began to kiss down the valley of her breast she cupped them gently with her red claws. His subtle touches caused her to moan softly, moving her hands to his head of hair egging him on. Her hips begin to move again, swirling in his lap slowly, her eyes closing and she pictured Chris in the back of her mind. Which caused her eyes to open and her brows to furrow. She squinted at herself no less before she grabbed Nicholas’ face kissing him hungrily again. Was that her conscious or is he truly who she wanted between her thighs. She swallowed that down parting their lips “no foreplay” she said to him, she needed to wash Chris off of her and out of her mind.
The soft moans Nicholas pulled from his wife, ever failed to egg him on. Without too much of a pause, he moved from proffered mount to the next, his hand steadying her motions on his lap. She didn’t have to ask twice. He pulled away from her chest, licking the last of her milk from the corner of his mouth. He moved forward, standing gripping the base of her thighs as he moved over to the bed. Nodding he tossed her to the mattress, watching her bounce, he toed out his shoes, and stood at the foot of the bed, “Then finish your job.,” He taunted, waiting on her to finish undressing him.
Mercedes held onto Nicholas as he carried her to the bed and he dropped her down causing her to bounce against it. She shimmied out of her dress and kicked it off the bed with her foot. Leaving her body bare outside of her designer tights. At his command she moved crawling to him, climbing up his body she rolled his tank up and helped him take it off. Then she moved for his pants, unbuckling his belt and tugging it off dropping it to the floor. She looked up at him with lust filled eyes, her teeth biting down on her red smeared lips as she unbuttoned his pants. She watched him as she unzipped them, tugging them down.
Nicholas’ smirked, confident in their play. Red was as she had always been hungry. He raised his arms, removing the tank, and tossing it to the floor. He played himself a bit with his request. His manhood strained against pants, he could have undressed himself quicker and already been driving her into the mattress. But then again he might have missed this part of the show. He thought, the smirk reappearing on his lips. He brushed her hair away from her shoulder, then blinked, squinted, then opened his eyes wider. He ran his hand up under her chin tilting her head to one side. Holding her there for a long moment, his thumb smoothed over her jaw as his long finger did the same on her opposite cheek. He leaned in, moving to his wife's ear, letting his hand slip down to her throat. He tightened on her windpipe, chest heaving, he growled… “Tell me.” He said harshly. “Did you fuck him or just let him suck on your fucking neck?” He asked moving back to see her eyes, but still applying pressure to her neck.
Mercedes continued to watch him, tugging his boxers down as she released her lip finally. When he leaned down her hand moved to his. “Nic-” she formed to protest against his grip but he posed a question she wasn’t expecting. “H-huh?” she said back to him stalling, either he’d been out that night and caught her or this was a trick he was playing to cause her to tell on herself. Which she would not, considering she didn’t do anything and wasn’t certain how he’d react. She had a lapse of judgement is all she loves her husband.
The slap was quick, not as hard as he could hit, but stinging nonetheless. “Don’t fucking play with me.” He said, pointing at his wife,hand still tight around her neck. “Tell me something… And you better make it good.” He warned, danger pouring off him in waves.
The smack came unexpectedly and left her even more frightened. Mercedes kept her eyes fixed on him, a scrambled brain needed to know what sparked it. And the other half of her brain wondered what he would do if she didn’t speak. “I’m sorry” she said as she tried with no success to loosen his grip. “You’re hurting me” she said in a whimper “I didn’t do anything I swear, he just got frisky” she admitted pleadingly. “Please” she said as she held her arm out trying to push herself away.
Nicholas' eyes narrowed, “I’m sorry?” He repeated mockingly. His laugh was dry and hollow as she gave a response that was far from acceptable. She struggled against his grip trying to move away. He yanked on her harder, yelling into her face. “Fucking Frisky? Mother fucker is cats now? Men don’t get frisky with you. You think i’m a fucking idiot.” He jabbed his finger into her forehead. He growled, nostrils flaring wildly as his face went red.
Following his eyes, she anticipated every move he made. She continued to struggle against him, tension building in her face. She was desperate and she’d told him the truth. “I didn’t fuck him” she spat out “Freddie stopped me” she admitted. “It was a dance” she told him “drinks” she listed “laughter, kisses, and a hickey” she said her eyes watering. “That was it,” she whimpered again, “I never made it to the hotel….”
Nicholas felt her pulse quickening under his fingers. The bit of breath he allowed her was too much considering the words that fell from her now. She’d never half done anything half way in her life. With her last admission, he gritted his teeth, scanning her face for a long moment, then released her neck, all but pushing her back away from him. He didn’t let her get far though, as he reached down catching her by her leg he flipped her over, he halled her to her knees ripping away her stocking with two hands. “You didn’t make it, huh?” He asked, pulling himself from his boxers, he plunged into his wife’s depths without another word.
Mercedes gripped his wrist tightly “pl-” she strangled out before he released her pushing her back against the bed. “I swear it was nothing” she said as she tried to climb off their bed. As he gripped her leg and flipped her over on her hands and knees, ripping away a hole in her stockings. When he filled her up she groaned, gripping the bed. “I am sorry” she said quietly, unsure of what to think, she didn’t know if he believed her or not. Or if he hated her guts and intended to toture her in some sick twisted way. She couldn’t see his face or look into his eyes, which both served to be detrimental for her.
There was nothing of his normal self in this exchange. Nicholas set a moderate pace that gave no care for her pleasure. He shook his head, pushing her soft apology away. “It was nothing. Right?” He questioned, holding her hips as he bent low over her back. Pushing deep inside her, trying to feel the difference in his wife’s body. Trying in vain to banish thoughts of another man.
“Nothing happened” Mercedes insisted “I swear on Michael I didn’t sleep with him” she grunted. As he pushed further into her depths she grinded her teeth “fuck” she said burying her face in the sheets. He was a lot to take in all at once, she lifted her head again pushing her hair back.
“Don’t talk about my son!” Nicholas growled, as he buried his face in the small of Mercedes’ back. Without much care he bit into the flesh there, sucking it hard till it brought up the desired bruise. He then moved back to a standing position, one leg moving to the side of her on the bed. The medium pace was replaced with hard driving thrusted that rippled through both his body and hers.
Mercedes shut her mouth closing her eyes, “ouch” she said as he bit into her flesh. As he began to drill into her deeply she gripped the bed with her nails as he picked up his pace. “Mm” she said, her lips sealed as she closed her eyes burying her face into the bed again.
Nicholas hammered into Red. Trying to banish this man along with all the others. His wife was no angel. He had always known that. Their marriage was never going to be conventional. It couldn’t be. Again, all things he’d known the day he’d said I do. “Name…” He asked, eyes closed, “What’s his name?”
Part of her wanted to cry out and the other half was to stay quiet, cowering like a little mouse. At his question she turned her head, her hair cascading around her “Chris” she said gripping the bed tighter, she felt like shit repeating his name. Clearly guilt and her conscious won this battle. She wanted to apologize again but she knew he didn’t want to hear her say it again and that it probably meant nothing to him. “Fuck” she whimpered despite herself.
Nicholas lowered his head, eyes staring down at his wife unreadable. He slowed, then shook his head, in a dismissive fashion. He smacked down hard on both sides of her check, causing her to tighten around him. Another slap, echoed off the walls, and he pressed his hand into the small of her back, his pace doubled from what it had been earlier. He focused on the rhythmic slap, of their bodies meeting. Tenderness long forgotten. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked he did. He breath came heavy now, her body, her pussy was always so fucking good. Even angry you couldn’t deny that. He pounded in, out. Harder and harder, feeling himself on the edge of giving way.
Mercedes grunted softly letting the bedding go, hissing as his hard hand smacked her. As he pushed her down against the bed more her legs widened “Nicky” she said in a baby soft voice. He hand moved between her thighs, he was killing her but she assumed that was the point. “Okay” she cried as she tried to crawl away from him.
Nicholas’ grip tightened on Mercedes' hips as she tried to move away. “Don’t!” He growled, but slowed slightly despite his words. She almost made him lose it, but hurt flooded in. Which he pushed over back into the kind of quiet rage he’d grown accustomed to. Two more quick hard thrust and he felt the flow coming. He exhaled, so used to coming deep in his wife for a moment, himself again. Ripping himself from her depths, he stroked the rest of his seed on her still quaking ass. Stumbling back away from the bed, he wiped the sweat from his brow. “I hope Chris was all you wanted him to be.” He slipped himself back into his boxers and began snatching this clothes up off the floor.
Mercedes didn’t fight with him, she didn’t need to argue she instead inhaled sharply and allowed him to finish. Which he did, on her ass like she was some cheap piece of ass to him. She exhaled resting against the bed as he pulled away. She caught her breath for a moment and pushed up on the bed, sitting there with her arm draped over her exposed breast. “I didn’t-” she said, shaking her head slowly “I-” she sighed as he grabbed his clothes. “Nicky” she tried to reason “where are you going?” she asked her head swimming.
Nicholas pushed his legs forcefully into his pants. “I know. He got frisky. You were dancing, kissing and you never quite made it to the hotel.” He said, giving her a flat eye stare. “I don’t know. Maybe I want to go and grind up on some chick and then come back here for round two.” He smirked, pulling his tee shirt over his head.
Mercedes looked at Nicholas only looking down at his comment, she didn’t have a reaction to that. No response either. She rolled her torn stockings down her legs balling them up in her hand, that was 200 dollars gone to waste. She guessed that didn’t matter as she climbed out of their bed slowly, the room was turning over and over in her head but she managed to move to their bathroom. She guessed she could run her own bath and knelt down beside the tub, rubbing her forehead.
Nicholas chuckled soberly as his wife’s wordlessly got up from the bed. She was unsteady on her feet and looked small and sad at this moment. He turned away from the bathroom door and strolled to the bedroom door. He stepped out into the hallway. Not surprised to find Freddie on duty. Even now. He looked back at the door, toward where Mercedes was. “Call a maid. She’ll need help taking a bath.” He hesitated, opening his mouth to ask Freddie what had happened. He shook his head, “She wanted this and now it’s my fault that this life isn’t for her.” He shook his head. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter.” He said, moving down the hall to his son’s room.
@squibbed from getting into trouble a little early today, aren’t we?
“Ha! Last time I checked, la nana, it takes two to play the Standing Outside McGonagall’s Office At The Ass Crack of Dawn game,” Hurley points out.
Have we mentioned how mind-blowing this boy’s acting skills are recently? Yes? Well, too bad! Here we go again!
He’s doing a fantastic job - and that’s putting it mildly, considering that what must be a cocaine-fuelled rave is currently going down in the vicinity of his ribcage - at concealing his astonishment, at how quickly and dramatically his luck has turned. Being caught by the Gryffindor Head of House when he was returning from a midnight exploit was pretty lame at the time, but it’s clear as day that such an event was nothing short of fate; Hurley was meant to get caught and assigned to a six-o’clock-detention, so that he could bump into and share a rare, private moment with... with she....
“I guess when you get to be as easy on the eyes as you are, who needs Beauty Sleep, am I right?" He grins. This is getting out of hand, and fast. His eyebrows are wiggling far too enthusiastically for this hour.
There are many things about Hogwarts that are fucking strange, in her... avis objectif ( ha. ) But Hurley Corman is probably the strangest, if only because everyone else here seems to find him even more bizarre than she does.
At least he’s funny.
“I didn’t realize we were playing a game.” Manon glances up from fixing her uniform and doesn’t try to hide her smirk, judgemental as it is. “Who’s winning?”
Probably him, based on the way he’s practically bouncing on the spot. Personally, she would have preferred not to have prefects and professors involved in her business, but.... chacun ses goûts, she figures.
She cocks an eyebrow and smiles as sweetly as she can. “By that logic, shouldn’t you be in bed?”
The blond did not seem in the mood to talk it out. Instead, he crossed his arms over his broad chest with a scowl set upon his fair face. "Perhaps you would like to see the debris that used to be my chambers?"
Erestor’s eyes widened and he forced back laughter, though the thought was obvious on his face, “How bad was it that it managed to get you in so fowl a mood? You are usually rather amused by the twins’ pranks.”
