by B. B. Hamel
“I’ll recognize him,” she insists after we talk it through for the fifth time. “I know I’ll recognize him. It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“He was so boring. Plain. I don’t know.” She shrugs a little and looks away.
I sigh and get up, stalking around the room. I’m frustrating, like a caged tiger. I thought she’d be able to clear this up easily, but I was obviously wrong. I mean, we’re no further along than we were before.
But at least she’s an eyewitness. I mean, she saw the fucking hit go down. She saw the guy do it. If it weren’t for the silent alarm that got triggered, she’d probably be dead, too.
I just need to find a way to get her memory to work again. I need to get her thinking clearly…
I stop pacing and turn to her, a smile on my lips.
Yeah, that’s right. I need her to think clearly. And what makes people think sharp?
“I want to try something,” I say to her.
She frowns a little. “Okay, like what?”
“Well, you admit that you don’t remember everything, right?”
“Right.” She shifts in her seat, turning toward me. “But I don’t know how to help that.”
“I think I do.” I walk closer to her. “Stand up.”
She hesitates a second, doubt in her eyes, but she slowly gets to her feet. I look at her, at her gorgeous little body, and I know this isn’t going to work. But god damn, it’s going to be fun, and right now I need to blow off some steam.
“I want you to take off your clothes,” I say. “But do it slowly.”
“How will that help?”
I walk over to her and trail my fingers along her shoulders as I walk around her tight little body.
“There’s this thing called state dependency,” I say softly. “It’s the idea that the state you’re in mentally and chemically is the state that you’ll most easily recall something. So if you study for a test while you’re high and take the test while you’re high, it’s a good chance you’ll recall what you studied better.”
She bites her lip as I come around her again. “Okay, that’s interesting and all, but why do you think I should take off my clothes? I wasn’t naked that night.”
“No, but you were afraid.”
“True,” she says.
“Fear is a certain kind of emotion, and I’m not sure I want to replicate it exactly. But fear is also linked closely with desire.”
She screws up her face. “What? Really?”
“Think about it. When you’re afraid, your heart beats fast, your eyes dilate, you start to sweat a little bit. Fear and attraction are similar, physically speaking. Maybe if I can get you nice and aroused…” I trail off, staring at her again, a little smile on my lips.
I’m not sure if she can see through my bullshit. I bet she can, but I also bet she doesn’t care.
She wants this just as much as I do.
“You want to get me aroused,” she says. “And you think getting me naked is the way to do it?”
“I think obeying my commands is the way to do it,” I say. “I think you like being told what to do.”
She glares at me. “That’s not true.”
“It’s very true, perfect Emma. I just don’t think you know yourself very well.”
She keeps that hard look trained on me, but slowly, so slowly, she starts to take her top off.
I stand back and watch, eyes hungry for her body. She slides it up over her head and as she takes it off, her hair spills down all around her, breasts full and beautiful, nipples pink and hard. She clearly didn’t bother with a bra.
I can feel my heart beating fast as she looks back at me defiantly. “I don’t feel aroused,” she says.
I laugh gently. “You’re not naked yet, my dear. Go ahead, finish.”
She bites her lip and I can tell she’s already lying. She’s just as excited as I am.
I walk around her as she takes off her bottoms. She bends over, sliding them down her thighs, and I stare at her plump little ass and her pussy, barely covered by a strip of black cotton panties.
It’s hard not to grab her here and now and take her the way I need. But we’re trying to accomplish something, and fucking her isn’t going to help with that, even if I want it.
I come back around and she takes off her panties. When she’s finished, she leaves her clothes in a pile on the floor, her skin slightly dimpled with goosebumps, but she doesn’t try to cover herself.
“Very good,” I say gently, stepping closer to her. “You’re very good at obeying me.”
“It’s not hard.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised. For some people, obeying is very, very hard, but not for you. It’s…” I trail off, tipping her chin up to look into my eyes. “It’s beautiful.”
She bites her lip, eyes shimmering. “You think so?”
“I’m not the first person you’ve had to obey,” I say softly.
She looks away from me, pulling her chin from my grip. “Maybe.”
“Oh, I can see it. You have practice, and part of you loves it. I’m not judging, my Emma. We all have different backgrounds.” I smirk and step closer. “Are they the ones you’re running from?”
Anger flashes across her face. “Yes,” she whispers harshly.
“Do you hate them?”
“Yes.”
“Because they made you obey?”
She blinks. “No,” she says softly.
“Why do you hate them?”
“Because they hated me.”
I laugh gently and turn her chin back toward me. “I don’t hate you, my Emma. I ask you to obey me because I like you. I wouldn’t want to keep you if I didn’t.”
She meets my gaze and I can see her chest rising and falling, her breath coming faster now.
“What do you want from me?” she asks. “Really, tell me the truth.”
I laugh gently and run my hands down her shoulders. I stop at her hips and step even closer, stooping to whisper in her ear.
“I want you, Emma, every inch of you.”
I can feel a little shiver run through her and I know it’s time.
“Think back to that night,” I say gently. “Think about it all. Close your eyes. What do you see?”
She’s silent for a second. We’re standing so close, our bodies practically pressed together. She’s completely naked, aroused, vulnerable, and I’m trying so hard not to touch her.
“It’s dark,” she whispers. “I hear them talking. I hear the gun go off. God, it’s so loud.” She flinches and I squeeze her hips tighter. “I see him coming toward me. I try to get away, but he catches me. That’s when I hit him. And then…”
Her eyes go wide.
“I can see his face. Oh, god, it’s so clear now. Dark brown eyes, short hair with a little gray in it, but he’s younger than I thought. He’s not old at all, maybe in his thirties.”
I grunt. “That’s good. Not a lot of young men with gray in their hair.”
“He’s average looking but his nose is slightly crooked... like someone hit him.” She laughs a little. “That’s why I thought I’d recognize him. Because of the nose. But I just couldn’t remember it exactly.”
I nod, smiling big. “You did good.”
“I did?” She meets my eyes again, smiling.
“You did,” I say, and I kiss her.
She kisses me back eagerly.
I don’t tell her just how good she did.
Pine Grove isn’t a big town. We don’t have a lot of young guys with gray in their hair, much less young guys with gray hair and broken noses.
It just so happens that we have one guy like that. And I know exactly where I can find him.
But not yet. God, not yet.
Right now, I want to celebrate. And there’s only one way I know how to celebrate.
I grab her hips tight and pull her close as I cover her with my kiss.
9
Emma
His kiss feels good, so goo
d, like it’s a reward all in itself.
I didn’t think it would work. I mean, his whole explanation sounded like crap, but as soon as I took off my clothes and he got close to me…
He’s right. Excitement is a lot like fear. They’re so, so similar.
When he asked me to remember, it was easy. I closed my eyes and I could see it all clearer. And that’s when the face came to me.
I can tell how pleased he is. I can tell I did a good job.
And now I’m tired of being asked questions. I’m tired of talking.
Now, I just want to feel this. I just want to sink into it.
His lips against mine, his body tight to my skin. I love his taste, his hands, his muscles.
I don’t know how I let myself sink so easily into him. I should have my guard up, should keep my clothes on, should try and get away.
But god, this man. He’s too much. As soon as he tells me what to do, we both know I’m going to obey.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I do love to obey. Maybe I got that from my parents, and now I’m broken, broken, broken.
But I don’t think that’s it. Not all of it, at least.
I think it’s him. Any other man and I wouldn’t obey. I wouldn’t give in to them. I’d fight and scratch and run screaming, because I earned my freedom once and I’ll earn it again. Nobody is going to cage me against my will ever again.
This isn’t against my will. This is very much because I want it.
I let him push me back against the table. He squeezes my ass and lifts me up, putting me down on the smooth, cold wood. I wrap my legs around his hips as he puts one hand down my ass, moving it around toward my soaked pussy.
I groan into his kiss as his fingers find my clit. I know I’m dripping and swollen and needy for him. I don’t think I can hide what I really want, he already knows. He can see through me so easily.
I moan and roll my back as his fingers work my clit in delicious, slow circles. I groan into his mouth, bite his lip, feel chills down my spine. I groan and can’t help myself as I bite his lip again, making him grunt.
“That’s what you like now?” he asks gently, grabbing my hair with his free hand. “You want to hurt me?”
“Maybe,” I groan, his fingers pressing inside of me. His hand pulls my hair, stinging, painful, intense.
“Okay then, little Emma. I can show you what it means to hurt, but I’m not going to. I don’t think that’s what you need.”
“What do I need then?”
I lean back on my hands and he releases my hair. His other hand is still between my legs, stroking my clit, teasing me now, slowly and deliberately. It feels so good.
“I think you need a man to show you how to feel,” he says softly. “You know how to obey, that’s obvious. But do you know how to fuck?”
My eyes go a little wide. “I don’t… I mean, I’m not…”
He laughs gently. “Go ahead. Say it. I already know.”
I glare at him silently.
He can see it in me. He can see how I hesitate, how I’m unsure around him. I want to feel him but I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to taste him properly, how to let him have my body. I’m nervous and afraid and I want it so badly it almost hurts.
Of course I’m a virgin. It’s so obvious. And I don’t know why he’d want someone like me. I don’t know how to please him. I’ve never been allowed to have a boyfriend, and sneaking around my parents was never an option.
Now though… now I’m free to taste whatever I want.
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper. “Is that what you want to hear?”
He just smirks and nods, leaning over me. His fingers press inside my pussy and I gasp, moaning softly, as his lips gently find mine.
“That’s right,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck. “I can see it all over you, little Emma. The way you tense when I touch you, the way you act like you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I don’t know,” I admit to him softly.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to know.” He grabs my hair again and pulls me close to him, fingers still deep in my pussy. “You have me.”
He fucks my pussy with his fingers as he grips my hair hard. I groan and he kisses me, fast this time, intense. I can feel his hunger on my lips and I know I can match it, touch for touch.
I roll my hips and he pushes me back, stepping away. I watch him unbuckle his belt, take it off. He takes off his jeans, his shirt, his underwear.
I stare at his cock, biting my lip. He strokes himself, smirking like I just told a joke.
“What?” he asks. “Never seen a cock like this before?”
“I’ve never…” I stop myself. I was about to admit that I’ve never seen one at all, ever. “No, never,” I say finally.
He laughs gently, tipping my chin toward him. “It’s okay, little Emma. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
He pulls me against him, kissing me hard again, and I moan into his kiss. I take his cock in both hands, stroking him, unable to help myself. He’s so big, massive, bigger than both of my hands easily, and completely rock hard. I knew cocks got hard but I had no clue…
He groans softly as I stroke him and I can tell he likes it. I keep going as his fingers keep working my pussy, teasing me, rolling my clit. I keep myself close to him and moan into his kiss as I stroke his cock while he slides his fingers in and out of me.
I don’t know how I can fit this inside of me. I don’t know how I can possibly let him fuck me with his enormous cock, but I know he’s going to. I know there’s nothing I can do to stop this, even if I wanted.
He grabs my hair and tilts my head back, looking into my eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you, little Emma?” he asks.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please?” I laugh gently. “That’s right, beg for it. I want to hear you beg.”
“Fuck me,” I moan. His fingers pump in and out of my pussy, and it feels good, so good. “Fuck me, please. I need it. I’m ready for it. I want you.”
He pushes me back and spreads my legs wide. I’m lying back on my elbows now, watching as he pushes his cock against my soaked pussy, and fear spikes through me.
This is my first time, and I always thought it would be different. I used to think it would be on my wedding night, but no, that’s not my path, I can see that now. He slowly slides himself inside of me and suddenly all of my fear and uncertainty fades away.
It hurts at first. I knew it would. There’s no way this enormous cock could take me without a little pain, and honestly, I welcome it. I want a little hurt. I want a little pain. It makes me feel even better as he leans over me and kisses my lips.
His cock fills me up as he slowly slides himself in deep. “Oh, shit,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight, little Emma. I’m going to have to be gentle with you this first time. I don’t want to break you.”
I grab onto his hair. “You can’t break me.”
“I can,” he says, grinning savagely. “And if you’re not careful, I will.”
I moan, dropping my hand as he starts to move his hips. He slides himself in and out, fucking me slowly at first. His lips kiss my neck, my breasts, teasing my nipples, and I don’t know how this would even be possible if I weren’t absolutely soaking wet right now.
But I am soaking wet, and he easily slides in and out of me. He’s taking his time, teasing me, making me get used to him, and it’s working. The pain is there still, and I doubt it’ll go away this time, but there’s also pleasure. It feels good, the pain and the pleasure working together to drive me wild. His tongue on my nipples drives me crazy and I move my hips, a little unsure of myself.
He seems to like it. He fucks me a little deeper and I roll my hips, pushing close against him.
“That’s right,” he says gently. “Move your hips, take my big dick. You’re so goddamn tight but I’m going to make you love this.”
I groan and grab him, pulling him close, pushing myse
lf up with one hand while I wrap my other arm around his neck. He grabs me, pulling me tight against him, kissing my lips hard. His cock is buried deep inside of me, and pleasure and pain flare all through my skin, driving me wild, pulsing in wild rhythms.
He lifts me up from the table suddenly, carrying me over to the couch, cock still buried inside me. I moan and laugh a little, a thrill running through me. This man can carry me around like I weigh nothing, he could easily break me, easily throw me around. And I like that.
I like when he sits and leaves me straddling him. I arch my back and press down along his shaft. He plunges deep inside my pussy and I gasp, whispering his name.
“Fuck, Rhett,” I say.
He spanks my ass and spreads me, sinking deep inside my pussy. I moan through the pleasure and the pain, riding him slowly. He licks my nipple and bites softly, teasing me, before slapping my ass nice and hard.
I like it and gasp, grinning at him. He smirks back and slaps my ass again, nice and hard. “You want me to leave a red mark?” he asks. “You want a handprint on your ass? You can look at it later and think about me fucking your tight little pussy.”
“I want that,” I whisper, dripping wet, moaning wildly. “Oh, god, I want it all.”
“Ride my fucking cock then. Ride it like you can’t get enough of it.”
I roll back and start to buck my hips. I don’t know what I’m doing but it’s like dancing. I don’t care what I look like, so long as it feels good and I’m moving to the rhythm. We create that rhythm together, bodies intertwined, writhing, fucking, pleasure and pain and everything between.
I moan in his ear as he grabs my ass and fucks me. It hurts and feels good and, god, I don’t even know what I’m thinking anymore. I don’t know how I ever thought around this man. He destroys me, breaks me, puts me back together again better than before.
I bite his shoulder and he spanks me hard. Pleasure flares all through my skin and I start to ride him faster. I can’t help myself. I can feel that bulb of pleasure between my legs, starting to grow, starting to sprout. I want it badly, desperate for it.
