Chapter 3 - Warning: This chapter is sexually explicit and written for adults only. Read at your own risk! Scroll down to chapter 4 if you wish to skip it.
Carly is dismayed. "You're not sending me away?"
He smiles at her startled look. "No. But what you did today was serious. We need to set some ground rules... and you must face the consequences of what you've done."
Carly is completely bewildered at being given a second chance and what he intends. "Consequences?"
"You have a choice. You can leave Wyndemere and find a way to survive on your own. Or you can accept my ground rules and an appropriate punishment."
Finally able to breathe again, Carly wipes the tears off her face. "What kind of punishment?"
Settling his arms around her, Stefan considers her question. "Now that is the question. What kind of punishment is appropriate for a child who breaks the rules, again and again?"
"I don't know." Carly looks at her hands, still sniffing. "My mama, Virginia Benson, she hardly ever punished me. Her idea of punishment was to send me to my room. But usually within an hour of punishing me, she let me off the hook."
"Sending you to your room is not sufficient punishment for the crime you committed against me. I doubt you'd learn a thing. No, I have something more drastic in mind. Something your father would have done long ago, had he stuck around to raise you: Put you over his knee." At Carly's look of alarm, Stefan quickly adds, "Your choice, Carly. You may leave if you wish."
Carly shakes her head, And after taking a deep breath, settles herself face down over his lap. Tears of humiliation prick her eyes as he bares her bottom. She is surprised when he starts with a gentle massage. Then with careful precision so as to cause significant pain but not bruise her, he begins spanking her bottom.
Tears of humiliation, remorse mixed with physical pain, flow freely as he spanks her. She had brought this on. She had broken his trust and now he was totally disgusted with her. She was lucky he didn't hand her over to Jason. She would earn Stefan's trust, she had to.
Unable to stand the sound of her weeping a second longer, Stefan stops abruptly. He'd been too harsh, too cruel with her. Gathering Carly up like a broken doll in his arms, he holds her tightly against his chest. "It's alright, Caroline. It's over now... shshh." He rocks her in his arms, fighting the urge to apologize. He knows if did, even in the wake of her tears, it would set a bad precedent.
Carly slowly pulls herself together as he rocks her, taking solace from his strength, surprised at how soothing his voice is. She'd never noticed his voice before, the deep timbre. How gentle his hands are as they calmly stroke her hair. She could stay in his arms forever.
Tears still streaming down her face, Carly reaches a hand up to cup his face and guides his mouth down to meet her lips. A part of her is shocked to feel him respond to her tentative kiss. His lips are soft on hers, slow and gentle. Tentatively she slips her tongue into his mouth, finding his unique taste mysterious and arousing at the same time.
She loses all chance of rational thought when he kisses her back, but automatically pulls him further into her mouth, wanting to taste all of him. Knowing without a doubt that she couldn't settle for less than all of him.
All this occurred within a space of a few moments, and Stefan cursing himself for being drawn in for even a second, breaks off the kiss. She is dangerous... young, beautiful, wildly erotic, and lethally traitorous. Worst of all, he knew she could be a match for his animal appetite. "Caroline..."
Carly feeling bereft and aching for his touch, protests, holding on tightly to the collar of his dress shirt. She places soft sensual kisses all over his face, focusing on the corners of his mouth, where she senses he has the least resistance. "Stefan, please don't push me away again. I don't think I could take it. I want to be with you more than anything, and I know now, you want me too. Please... this is all I have to offer you..." On impulse she gently bites the bearded ridge of his jaw.
The room shifts on it's axis and Carly finds herself flat on the floor with Stefan shoving the furniture out of their way. Holding back nothing, he ravages her, his mouth devouring every piece of her that it comes in contact with. He is rough, almost bruising in his touch, but instead of fearing it, she revels in it.
Then suddenly, he breaks away to lean back on his elbow; Their eyes lock and she sees the most feral look any man has given her. Stefan Cassadine wants her, she can see it as sure as the sun rising in the morning. The look turns to a smile when he recognizes the same look in her. He stills her hands and begins to slowly unbutton her blouse. Tension crackles between them as each button opens and Carly, pinned and vulnerable under his stare, is left gasping for air.
She holds her breath and lies still as she watches his hand reach down to carefully unhook her front clasped bra. She watches as his eyes darken, then gasps as one hand caresses one full breast and then the other, causing her to moan with yearning.
Stefan leaves no inch of her body untouched by his mouth and his hands. He returns often to her mouth, possessing it long enough to make her breathless again, and then moving on to possess another part of her body, undressing her completely as he goes. As he works his magic, every nerve ending sings with sexual longing. The ache for release is incessant to the point of sweet agony. Never in her vast sexual exploits has any man made her feel so vulnerable to her passion.
When he finally caresses her mound, she groans helplessly and arches to meet his hand. Trailing his tongue along the side of her neck, he says, "Open for me, Caroline.. yes, that's it." He slips a finger between her lips and finds her dripping wet and her clit swollen with desire. "Yes..... so hot and wet. Just as I imagined you'd be. So beautiful, Caroline. Perfect."
Carly gasps as she feels him slip one then two fingers inside her; she bucks against his hand, forcing him deeper. Then as he strokes her clit with practiced expertise, she moans and closes her eyes, shaking her head wildly back and forth. With each stroke of his finger, she becomes more lost in the pleasure of his touch as she rides the waves toward orgasm. Helpless to control it any longer, she cries out. "Stefan, please. I want you.. " She gasps as another wave hits her, almost bringing her to the breaking point. "I need you inside me... please!"
"Not this time, Caroline," He refuses in a sultry tone, kissing a sensitive spot on inside of her thigh. "That will have to wait. All I want is to see your face when you orgasm."
His wish is immediately rewarded, Carly loses herself in the throes of an orgasm of the intensity she has never experienced. Stefan is enraptured by the sight of her, reminded again that there is very little more exquisite than a beautiful woman in sexual bliss, except perhaps, to experience it while deep inside her.
Finally, as the orgasm abates, Carly lays still with her eyes closed, savoring the feeling, appreciating the silence and the way Stefan strokes her inner thigh. At the moment, She's not the least bit interested in analyzing why it was so intense, but rather committing it to memory.
After a long silence, Carly opens her eyes part wide to find Stefan sitting next to her, watching her with an inscrutable look on his face. She's dumbfounded to discover that Stefan's completely clothed. Except for the absence of his suit jacket and few unbuttoned buttons, he's completely intact while she's not got a stitch of clothing on her. There is something terribly wrong with this picture. "What.... why... I don't understand. You're... you're completely clothed."
Chapter 4
Carly, laying on the floor completely nude, stares agape at Stefan, who's completely clothed. Except for the absence of his suit jacket and few unbuttoned buttons, he's completely intact while she's not got a stitch of clothing on her. There is something terribly wrong with this picture. "What.... why... I don't understand. You're... you're completely clothed."
Without a backward glance, Stefan rises and pours himself a drink. "If you think about it a moment, the reason will become obvious to you. Would you like something... Brandy perhaps?"
Carly, confused and feeling exposed, sits up and grabs her shirt. "Well, nothing is obvious to me."
"Did I not warn you three times not to play the seductress game with me?" Stefan takes a sip of Port and rolls it around on his tongue.
Her heart plummeting to her stomach, Carly's mouth continues to hang open. "I wasn't playing any games!"
"Please, it is me you are trying to lie to. It is even more pointless than lying to Jason Morgan." Pouring her a glass of Brandy, he continues. "Really, Caroline, it is the most obvious ploy. Sleeping with a man in hopes of binding him to you. Did you honestly think I would be foolish enough to fall for it?"
"It's wasn't like that!" Carly protests angrily, trying without much luck to get her hands through her sleeves. "I just wanted to be with you, okay? So if you didn't want me, then why touch me at all?"
Stefan considers her question as he crosses the room to her. "It was a lesson you obviously weren't going to learn otherwise. If you learn one thing in your stay with me, it will be this: If you try to manipulate me, you will lose every time."
Carly, having finally succeeded in getting her sleeves on, starts to fumble with the buttons. Tears of fury spill down her face as she comes to a stand in front of him. "You are disgusting, you know that?! Using sex to manipulate me is SICK!"
"Oh, Caroline. Don't play indignant and hurt with me," He retorts, his eyes raking over her with blatant sexual regard. "I would wager that you have manipulated countless men with sex. You love the power of controlling them...it is the only thing that explains why you slept with..." Stefan's face momentarily screws up with distaste. "Tony Jones for months after destroying his marriage to Barbara. Now you have a better appreciation for what it's like to be on the receiving end."
Stefan hands her the brandy, only to have a furious Carly knock it out of his hand, sending crashing against the wall. "You BASTARD! I hate you!"
"Forever predictable...." Stefan says in his most condescending tone. "You are doing what you always do when you're thwarted, Caroline. You're throwing a tantrum. Quite frankly, this is getting tedious."
Carly, having enough of Stefan's superior attitude, raises her hand to slap him.
Stefan's catches her hand before she comes close to connecting, then steps right into her face and grabs her other hand, effectively knocking her off balance. Shaking her a little, he forces her to look him in the eyes. "Enough of this nonsense, Caroline!"
A brief battle of wills ensues as Carly alternately tries to free herself and attack Stefan. But having both her wrists in a vise grip coupled with her precarious stance, makes it nigh impossible. At one point she tries to knee him, but just as she brings her foot up, Stefan leans forward and she almost falls over. "Let me go, Stefan. Only a pig would manhandle a lady this way!"
"It is not a lady I see before me. " Stefan retorts, holding her wrists tightly as she struggles to break away. "Ladies don't throw tantrums and resort to physical violence. As long as you are unable to control yourself, others will be forced to step in and do it for you."
"LET ME GO," Carly demands through clenched teeth. Her fighting subsides as the futility sinks in. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Stefan gentles his voice slightly as he senses her capitulation, but maintains a firm grip on her wrists. "As I said, you would not control yourself. Either I took control, or someone was going to get hurt."
"You were cruel and insulting, I was provoked!" Carly tries again feebly to pull away, but is held fast. "I don't let anyone get away with trashing me like that."
"Was anything I said untrue?" Stefan says, keeping his voice gentle and soothing. "We both know I spoke the truth."
Carly isn't sure who she hates more... herself for the fact that what he says is true, or Stefan for rubbing her nose in it. "Just let me go, Okay? You won, again."
"You are too easily provoked, Caroline." Stefan loosens his hold on her wrists and begins to massage them gently while keeping himself in intimate proximity to Carly's partially nude body. The tension is her body wanes as the result of his ministrations and his voice becomes low and tender as he rubs his thumbs methodically over the inside of her wrists. "It is no wonder your life is one predicament after another, each one worse than the last. Do you really wish that kind of existence?"
"No." Carly sniffles, unconsciously leaning into Stefan.
Fighting the temptation to kiss her and the desire to run his hands over her body again, knowing if he does either they'll end up on the floor again, Stefan pulls away and releases her hands completely. "I believe we have both had enough drama for the night, hmm?"
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As soon as Carly's head hit the pillow, she slept like the dead. She had always been that way. The more traumatic the day, the more jumbled her emotions, the more deeply she slept. There was hardly anything Carly liked more than sleep.
She is awakened the next morning with a sharp knock at the door. She pulls the pillow over her ears and snuggles deeper into the bed. "Go away! I'm trying to sleep!" She yells from her safe haven.
A moment later, Carly feels a rush of cold air as her blankets are abruptly pulled from her body. The next moment the pillow is removed from her head and tossed on the other side of the bed. As her eyes blink at the brightness of the room, Carly realizes someone has cruelly opened the drapes. Then her eyes fall on Stefan in front of her, looking forbidding as always in his dark gray suit.
Carly angrily snatches her blankets back and quickly covers her body. "Didn't you hear me tell you to go away?! You have no right coming into my room uninvited. You have a lot of gall pulling my blankets off, I could have been naked!"
Stefan crosses his arms and scowls back at her. "And how would that have compromised you? I already have intimate knowledge of your 'assets', Caroline. And if you didn't want your privacy to be invaded, then you should have responded to the numerous attempts my staff made to wake you."
Fighting a deep blush, Carly eyes him suspiciously. "What? All I heard was the last knock! You're lying."
"Ridiculous. The staff will confirm that they have knocked on your door repeatedly for the last half hour. Fifteen minutes ago, Mrs Lansbury herself came in to open the drapes and put a tray of hot coffee at your bedside, hoping the sunlight would awaken you. Only by my pounding on your door was I able to get any sort of response."
Carly runs her fingers through her hair, noticing for the first time the silver tray containing a carafe of coffee and a coffee cup. "Oh... so what's so important that couldn't wait until later?"
"We have important issues to discuss, vital to your continuing stay here at Wyndemere. I will see you downstairs in twenty minutes." Stefan walks to the bedroom door. "Don't keep me waiting any longer, I have business to attend to."
After Stefan leaves, Carly screws up her face. "Important issues, my ass. He just wants to torture me some more. Gawd, that man HAS to get a life!"
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