 POSSESSION :: CHAPTER FOUR
"You
want to run that by me again?"
Carly rolled her eyes. "It's not that hard
to fathom, Alexis. I want to give Jason joint custody of Michael."
Alexis
looked up at Carly and narrowed her eyes. This had to be some kind of joke, or
some kind of plot to piss Sonny off. "Carly, if you're doing this to spite
Sonny..."
Carly held up a hand cutting her off. "For your information,
Sonny and I have already discussed this and agreed that it's something we both
want to do. For Jason and for Michael."
Alexis wasn't convinced. She had
never liked Carly all that much even less after she married Sonny but surely she
had to have her own agenda here. Alexis figured it was probably a ploy to keep
Jason under her hooks while she was married to Sonny. "Hmmm, so let me get this
straight. You took Michael away from Jason and now you just all of the sudden
had this generous change of heart and you want to share him? I thought you didnt
like sharing your toys, Carly."
"Will you just shut your fucking trap
Alexis? My son is not a toy, he is a person. And my motives for doing things are
something that a cold, unfeeling shrew like you could never understand and never
will." Carly was beyond livid at this point. Who the fuck did Alexis think she
was anyway? Her conscience?
"I just dont want to be a part of your
schemes to manipulate Sonny and Jason."
Carly wanted to slap her. "Fine.
That's just great, I'll go to another lawyer and get them to write up the
paperwork - you'd probably be too busy breathing into a paper bag to get it
right anyway. And another thing, Alexis, don't forget who gave you this
penthouse. Don't forget who finances all your ugly suits and your bad haircuts.
My husband. And I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear about all the caring things
you just said to his wife." Carly grabbed her purse and started to storm out of
the penthouse.
"Carly, wait." Alexis held up a hand. As much as she hated
it she really couldnt afford to piss of Sonny. He was her main client and source
of income. Not to mention the person paying for all the legal expenses in
Zander's case. "I'll have the papers ready for you this afternoon." She said
grudgingly.
Carly smirked at her. "Oh so I guess actually staying for the
wedding ceremony can pay off can't it?" And with that she walked out and slammed
the door behind
her.
Jason was sitting behind the desk in Sonny's office at the
warehouse. He turned the page in the books he was reviewing and then looked up.
He saw a framed picture of Sonny, Carly, and Michael sitting on the desk. Jason
felt a tug at his heart as he looked at it. He picked it up and studied it more
closely. Carly had her arms wrapped around Sonny who was holding Michael. They
all looked as if they couldnt possibly be happier. Jason tightened his grip on
the frame and felt anger surge through him. This was Sonny's family. But they
were supposed to be his. All of his feelings came rushing back to him in a flood
of anger and resentment. He was supposed to be the man in this picture. Not
Sonny. Carly was supposed to be spending her nights in his bed. And
Michael...Jason knew that Sonny had always been good to Michael, but he couldnt
help but feel jealous that Sonny would see all of those milestones that he never
would. Sonny would be the father Michael looked up to. The father Michael
respected. Hell, maybe even the only one he'd ever remember. All of those
thoughts filled Jason with a rage he hadn't felt in a long time - they made him
so angry that he didnt even hear the door to the office open. He just kept
staring at the photo and felt his anger intensify with every second.
"Oh
Jase, I'm so glad you're here. I have something really important I want to talk
to you about." Carly walked into the office and stopped in surprise when she saw
the look on Jason's face. She didnt know if she had ever seen so much anger so
much resentment there. Jason always hid his emotions from everyone, even her,
but at the moment he didnt realize she was there and wasnt hiding anything.
"Jase..." Her voice was cautious, almost scared. "Are you okay? What
happened?"
Jason heard her speaking but he didnt look up at her. His
knuckles were turning white as he gripped the picture frame and he wanted to
feel the wood snap in his fist.
When he didnt acknowledge her, Carly
walked around to the side of the desk and almost gasped when she saw what he was
looking at. She shook her head, knowing in her mind that the picture couldnt
possibly have caused the look she saw on his face. However there was a tiny part
of her heart, the part she had learned so long ago to ignore, the part that
would always belong to him that knew exactly what was going through his mind.
And exactly who he was so angry with. Carly reached up and tried to take the
picture from his hand. "Jason...what's the matter? You can tell me." Her voice
was gentle.
Jason only tightened his grip on the picture as he felt her
tugging on it. He looked down at her and felt himself getting angrier. He jerked
the frame from her hand and slammed it on the desk. Then straightened back up
and stared at her in the eyes.
"What the fuck is going on here, Jase?"
She was terrified. She knew that he wasnt angry at her but part of her wondered
if he should be. She pushed that thought from her mind and was about to speak
when she felt him grab her shoulders. He was gripping them so tightly that she
almost cried out in pain. This is Jason, she told herself, he would
never hurt you. She looked up into his eyes and saw how cold they were. She
tried to reach up and touch his face but his grip on her kept her from moving
her arms. Suddenly he turned her and shoved her longways onto the desk roughly.
Carly cried out in shock and disbelief. Jason had never laid a finger on her
before. She was certain he had never even considered it. She was starting to get
really worried. Oh God, she thought. please tell me that we didnt
do this to him. Please tell me that I didnt turn him into
this.
Jason looked down at her. She had lifted her shoulders and
head off of the desk and her feet were dangling of the end. Her legs were spread
apart and there was fear in her eyes. Jason looked over her body. Her legs were
bare outside of the black leather skirt she was wearing, her breasts were
heaving in her fear underneath a transparant shirt and a black tank top. Jason
felt himself overcome with need for her. Not love or even sexual desire. But a
need to posses her, a need to show her that she was his. That no matter who she
married or who she loved she would always belong to him, first.
Carly saw
his eyes studying her body. She saw the stark contrast of anger and lust in his
eyes as he studied her legs and her hips and her breasts. She opened her mouth
to speak but was stopped when she felt his hands gripping her knees which were
right at the edge of the desk.
Jason tightened his grip around her legs
and felt the hard muscles underneath the silky skin. He moved in closer until
his hips were pressed against the end of the desk and her legs were spread on
either side of him.
Carly closed her eyes as she felt his fingers spread
across the width of her legs and slowly begin to move up her thighs. There was
no tenderness in his touch, no affection. All she could feel from him was a
physical extension of his anger. And all she could feel from herself was a
desperate, growing arousal.
She bit her bottom lip hard as she felt his
hands reach up under her skirt and continue pushing their way upwards. His hands
were taking the leather of her skirt up with them and she felt as if her whole
body was on fire. She gasped when he roughly fingered the straps of her panties
and jerked them down her legs. She opened her eyes and watched him as he undid
his belt urgently. Within a few seconds he was standing there naked from the
waist down and was crawling onto the desk and on top of her. He put his hands on
both sides of her head and stared down at her hard. She saw his eyes daring her
to resist him. Telling her that he was about to take all of his anger out on her
body.
Jason was perfectly still for a few seconds. His body was hovering
over hers and only the tip of his erection was pressing against her. He saw her
quivering beneath him and he saw his power of her which only further excited
him. He moved his hands from the sides of her head to her shoulders and pinned
her against the desk. He saw her close her eyes and he just continued the
pressure against her body.
"Carly...open your eyes." His voice was husky,
angry, and desperate.
She opened her eyes slowly. She looked up at him
and all she wanted in that moment was to give her body to him. As if she
understood that was the only thing that could soothe his rage. She felt her lips
quivering as she said the words. "Take me..." Then with every bit of strength he
had he drove himself into her as hard as he could.
Carly screamed when
she felt him enter her. Every bit as much from pain as from pleasure. She felt
the weight of him pressing her against the cold wood and her legs wrapped around
his back driving her heels into him as hard as she could. When she tried to move
her arms to grasp his shoulders he grabbed her wrists and slammed her arms over
her head. Her face was flushed and her whole body was screaming for him to
continue. And then he began thrusting into her and she screamed
again.
His rythym was slow at first. His body pounding against hers as
hard as it could. His own weight crushing against hers. He felt his anger only
increasing as he continued to enter and leave her body. His mind had stopped and
he looked into her eyes which were begging him not to stop.
Carly was
feeling every thrust as if it were the first. Every time he slammed her down
against the desk she felt as if she was going to break in two. Her whole body
feeling a new level of pain and enjoyment. His body was making her feel all of
the agony and ecstasy that had defined their relationship. Her high heels were
still on and the spikes were digging into his sides and she threw her head back
as she arched her back off of the desk. She kept crying out for more. Begging
him not to stop. She lifted her head to look back at him and he pushed her back
onto the desk. When her back hit the wood she felt her body tense then released
as she screamed his name.
But he wouldnt stop. He just continued driving
himself into her again and again. Trying to bury himself deeper and deeper. It
was as if his body was trying to mark her forever. Trying to forever brand her
as his. He felt her tighten against him again and it only made him that more
determined not to stop. She kept crying out his name every time her body reached
orgasm and he just kept thrusting harder and faster.
She pulled her
wrists from his grasp and dug her fingernails into the exposed back of his neck
until she felt his skin break beneath them. He grunted in pain and looked in her
eyes. She heard him moaning her name every time he entered her and dug her
fingernails in harder.
Finally Jason felt his body start to weaken. He
could feel her tightening around him once again and this time he screamed with
her. Their bodies realeasing all the pleasure their pain had caused together. He
felt his entire body go limp on top of her and her grip on him loosened. He laid
his forehead on the desk over her shoulder and continued to gasp for
air.
Carly felt her whole body tingling, almost numb. She felt his sweaty
body collapse against hers and she reached her hands to his now wet hair. They
laid there for several minutes like that, their bodies still joined together.
Neither able to move and not knowing what to say. Carly wasn't even sure she was
capable of thought at that point. Her entire body was aching and soaring at the
same time. She had never experienced anything like that. She tried to remember
how many times she came but her mind was incapable of counting that high in its
current state. After a few minutes she felt Jason lift his head off the desk and
he looked into her eyes. His eyes and expression were unreadable.
Carly
opened her mouth to speak but just as she did there was a knock on the door. She
almost cried out in shock but Jason placed a hand over her mouth. Oh God,
Sonny! her mind was racing in horror.
"Yeah?" He yelled.
"Mr
Morgan," it was Johnny's voice. "Benny's here to speak to you."
Jason
looked at the door and yelled in reply. "I'll be right out." Jason climbed off
of her and stood up. He pulled his pants on all the while continuing to stare
down at her. And then he walked out of the office without a word leaving Carly
in shock and horror.
She jumped off the desk. Sonny's desk And
pulled her skirt back down her legs. She saw papers thrown all over the office
and began picking them up quickly and setting them on the desk in a big messy
stack. Then she saw it. The framed picture was laying face down on the floor.
She bent over and picked it up but noticed that all the glass was broken, with
Sonny and Micheal and herself still smilling beneath the broken
shards.
back to possession
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