Tangled Up In Him (Complete)

Chapter Three: Cute Little Dress

Alec's POV:

I came home to my beautiful Marcie with a surprise.  I was so excited to show her the cute little dress I had bought.  I had spent quite a bit of time picking it out, I stood in the market with a fag on my lip, staring at it, imagining it on Marcie.  I could see it fitting her slim figure perfectly; the square bust wasn't revealing, which would keep me guessing and imagining her body underneath.  I just couldn't wait to see her in it, she would look amazing!

When I got to my house my eagerness led me straight to the cellar, where Marcie lay on my old bed.  She didn't know it, but that's the same bed I would spend all night imagining her with me.  I left the bed to her because she deserves to know just how much I love her and want to be with her.  Shell be able to smell me through the sheets so she can never forget me even when I've gone away for the day.   I threw open the door and walked over to the end of her bed; her beautifully peaceful body enticed me.  I wanted her more than she'll ever know.  The door slammed quickly from my wanting to see Marcie, which woke her suddenly.  She jolted slightly and batted her eyes at me; making me bite my lip wantingly.  I walked over to her and smiled lightly.  "Look what I got you Marcie!" I said a little too excited and showed her the beautiful gown.  She didn't smile like I hope she would have, but she never really showed her emotions towards me.  I guess some people have trouble showing affection when they really love each other.  She lay there very still and I waited for her to respond but she didn't.  She was probably so breath taken by the lovely outfit she couldn't speak or move!  So, I helped her.  I grabbed the scissors I used to cut the tags off, from my back pocket and slowly lifted Marcie's shirt.  I peaked at her flat stomach, her butter like skin sent my heart out of the room.  I took the scissors to the shirt and began to cut the fabric up towards her breasts.  She looked very uncomfortable, although I wanted her to be willing and excited to do things with me, I admired her shyness, it was rather cute.  As I cut at her top, she began squirming which made it very difficult to get it off.  She started kicking her legs up and then suddenly screamed louder than I'd ever heard her before.  I looked down and my heart suddenly flew back into my chest and dropped right into my stomach, Marcie's navel was dribbling blood, the scissors had pierced her right in the stomach.  I began panicking.  "Marcie!  Look what you made me do!  This is what happens when you fight!" I screamed.  I quickly ripped her shirt off and pressed it on her stomach firmly.  Tears poured down her cheeks as I wiped them clean and pushed all of her wet hair from her forehead.  I smiled at her calmly and waited until her bleeding subsided so I could continue.  Her breasts filled her dark purple bra very nicely, they were pelleted with sweat which made me want her even more.  I began unbuttoning her pants and I pulled them down slowly.  I made a point to brush against her underwear, telling her that I couldn't wait to have her.  "Please, don't hurt me." she whispered to me with her sexy voice.  She really knew how to turn a guy on.  I sat at the edge of the bed, imagining Marcie nude, which wasn't hard because she was almost there.  I could almost taste her perfect, plump lips:  I could almost feel her delicate touch; I wanted her now more than ever.  But now wasn't the right time.  I grabbed her white dress and pulled it slowly over her legs, her hips, her wounded stomach, her breasts.  I stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheek.  "Calm down Marcie, I won't harm you unless you deserve it."  I whispered in her ear and softly pressed my lips to her wet cheek.  

        I decided that she would look much better once the dress was completely on her so the only choice I had was to untie her hands so I could get them through the sleeves.  I quickly took the rope off her wrists and slowly pulled her towards me.  I pulled one sleeve up and onto her shoulder, carefully rubbing her collar bone.  I grabbed her other wrist and pulled it through, gently zipping up the fabric from behind.  As soon as I finished I looked sweetly at my love.  Her fist came hurling towards my face and collided with my eye and my nose, which sent me falling back on my bum.  I felt shots of pain coming from all different directions.  She hit me!  Why would she do this to me?  I took such good care of her I bought her a gorgeous dress that made her look even more stunning!  I uncapped my hand from my nose and stared down at it, dripping blood onto the dirt floor.  That bitch, hurt me.  Who does she think she is?  I mean I know I stabbed her with the scissors but that was her fault!  And now she's betrayed me!  

        Anger filled my body, I could feel my skin getting hotter, burning the clothes on my back.  I stood up and peered at her from under my dark hair.  She was screaming and banging on the door until she looked back and saw me.  She fell to the floor and began screaming sorry.  Sorry wasn't going to cut it.  I walked over to her swiftly and yanked her off the ground by her hair.  I walked her over to the bed and threw her down, sitting on her stomach and pinning her down.  I took both of her wrists and tied them extra tight against the metal polls of the bed.  All I wanted was her love.  I just wanted her and nothing else.  But she abused me and hurt me.  If she wasn't going to take my love, I'd just have to push it into her.  I pulled her panties off and shoved them down her throat to stop her ear-piercing screams.  I unzipped my pants and yanked them off, pulling myself out of my boxer hole.  I climbed on her again and made her scream loud.  She squirmed and fought until I grabbed her neck and pushed it hard on the bed, silencing her.  "This is what happens when you fight Marcie" I whispered in her ear.  Although she wasn't screaming anymore, she still tried to fight me off with her body.  Why was she still fighting?  Hadn't this been enough for her?  I thrusted at her hard a few times causing her head to bang into the metal poles.  Her eyes slowly closed and so did mine as I finished.  I climbed off her and put myself back into my boxers, Marcie's eyes still closed.  Hopefully she learned her lesson.  I spat in her face as I left.