by Andi Jaxon
I really want to call him Daddy, but I just can’t say it. I have to make sure I am really good when I ask. All of a sudden, I hear Mommy scream my name. She sounds really scared. Mr. Adam picks me up, and we run up the stairs to see what’s wrong.
“It’s okay, she was with me in the kitchen. We were going to make pancakes for breakfast. She’s okay,” he says to Mommy.
Mommy reaches her arms out, and Mr. Adam hands me to her.
“Sophie, how many times have I told you that you can’t leave the bed without me? Why didn’t you wake me up?” She asks, sounding angry.
“Mommy, I went to see Adam, I missed him so much. Am I in trouble? Mommy, don’t be mad, please!”
Mommy sits down and lets out a big breath.
“I’m not mad at you, but you scared me, you can’t just leave the bedroom while I’m asleep. Then I wake up and don’t know where you are or if you’re hurt.”
Adam reaches down to wipe the tears from Mommy’s face.
“I’m sorry Isabel, it was my fault. She was lying on my chest, and I didn’t want to wake you. We wanted to do something nice for you and make you breakfast for a change. I didn’t think you would wake up in a panic. I’m sorry.”
Mommy looks angry, but she said she wasn’t mad.
“Dr. Patterson, you are not to take my daughter anywhere without my permission.”
Why is Mommy trying to hurt his feelings? Adam looks like he is going to cry. Mommy, please don’t take him away! I want him to be my daddy.
“I said I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, please, let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. Please leave so we can get ready for the day. I will be down in a minute to make breakfast,” she says before turning away from him.
No, Mommy! Don’t send him away! What am I going to do? I need him to be my Daddy.
“NOOOOOO! You promised not to leave me, Adam! Please don’t go!” I can’t catch my breath. I can’t stop crying. I don’t understand why Mommy is being so mean.
“Sweet pea, I am only going to go downstairs. I am not leaving you, I promise.” Adam says, but he is lying. Mommy is mad, and Adam would never do anything to hurt her feelings, so he is going to leave.
“Yes, you are! Mommy, why are you being so mean! We only wanted to be nice and take care of you. He protects us, and he said he loved me, Mommy. He loves me! He will protect us if Daddy comes back to get us. Why are you sending him away? Why are you being so mean?”
I'm screaming at Mommy now, I know I shouldn’t, but I am so angry. I love Adam, and I don’t want him to leave. She is going to ruin everything, and then I won’t have a Daddy at all!
“Adam, can you please leave Sophie and me alone, so we can talk? Why don’t you go downstairs and make those pancakes that you mentioned?”
Adam doesn’t say anything, he just nods his head and walks out the door. Mommy looks down at me, she is crying again.
“Sophie, I promise that Adam is NOT leaving either of us.”
Isabel
Where did that come from?
Sophie is normally such a calm and agreeable child, but now she is furious with me. She must really care for Adam to be so adamant about him being around. I wish that Jason cared for her as much as Adam does, well, as much as he cares for both of us. I know he cares, he shows me daily, but I honestly can’t help but be afraid.
Sophie is my miracle baby, once I got pregnant, the beatings stopped, thankfully. However, not long after they started up again. I have been able to protect her from the beatings, except for this most recent event, but the yelling has always been saved for her. My poor baby has never known the love of her father, so the way she has latched on to Adam makes sense, but I still have to protect her. She is too young to understand that people use you. That everyone is not who they say they are. I will not let Adam hurt her, it is my job to protect her. I will not fail again.
After hearing Adam close the door quietly, I look down at Sophie’s tear-streaked face. I sigh, how do you explain how the world works to a four-year-old?
“Sophie, I know Dr. Patterson says he loves you, but people don’t always mean what they say, baby. He might love you now, but he may change his mind.”
“So, you won’t love me forever?”
Damn, I should have known that was coming.
“Of course, I am your Mommy! I will love you to the ends of the earth and back.”
Sophie looks at me with a quizzical look in her eyes. I don’t think she understands, so I try to explain again.
“Adam is helping us right now. He wants to make sure that Daddy can’t come back and hurt us, but eventually, we will have to leave. Adam won’t be able to come with us. We may not see him much when we aren’t living here with him.”
Sophie is obviously getting angry again, but I can’t think of another way to explain it to her.
“Mommy, Adam said that he would always be there for BOTH of us.”
“I know, baby. I am sure that he means that right now, but once we are not living here anymore, he may change his mind.”
Sophie gets a very strange look in her eye before she looks up and smiles at me. “Okay, Mommy.”
Hoping that she actually does understand, I put her down and climb out of bed.
“It’s time to get ready for the day. Let’s get dressed and then see what Dr. Patterson has made us for breakfast!”
I try to show enthusiasm, but I have no desire to go downstairs and face Adam. How can I tell Sophie to distance herself from him, when I can’t bear to be away from him myself?
Adam
After a very awkward breakfast, I look at the time and see that if I don’t hurry, I am going to be late for work.
“I need to get ready for work. I have a light day of patients, so hopefully, I will be home in time for dinner.”
Sophie’s eyes light up as she asks, “Will you be home in time to read me a story?”
“Don’t bother Dr. Patterson, baby. I’ll read you a story. We have the new one we got from Target the other day.” Isabel cuts in before I can answer.
“Okay, Mommy.” I watch Sophie’s face fall as she answers.
All I can do is nod before heading upstairs to shower.
What the hell just happened? She came to me last night, opened up to me and now she is shutting me out again. Back to square one.
I walk into the master bath, rip my shirt over my head, and turn the hot water on full blast hoping it will help me clear my head.
NO! It is not ending like this.
With my mind made up, I stomp back downstairs to the kitchen.
Isabel is standing in front of the sink, probably doing the dishes from breakfast. I march right up to her, spin her around, grab her head in my hands and kiss all my frustrations out on her.
Her skin heats beneath my hands. Her mouth wars with mine as her hands are pushing and pulling on mine, begging for release, I pull away from her lips, breathing hard.
“I think that sums this up,” I said before turning away to head back upstairs.
It’s time to get in the shower, or I’m going to be late for work.
C H A P T E R T E N
Adam
I’m exhausted when I finally make it home, it’s late, so I know Sophie is already asleep. I hope that Isabel stayed up, so we can talk about how things have been between us. As I walk in the front door, my stomach growls as I’m hit with the smell of garlic and melted cheese.
Damn, I could get used to this.
I grabbed a bouquet of flowers on the way home. Hopefully, this will make up for this morning. As I enter the kitchen, I notice her standing in front of the sink finishing up some dishes. As quietly as I can, I walk up behind her and wrap my arm around her to hold the flowers out in front of her. She gasps in surprise and cuts her hand on the knife she was cleaning.
“Oh my God, Isabel, I’m so sorry! Here, let me help you.”
Tossing the flowers on the counter, I grab a towel and wrap it a
round her hand and press firmly down to stop the bleeding.
“Keep pressure on that while I go grab the first aid kit,” I say
I run down the hall to the bathroom and grab the first aid kit before heading back to the kitchen. When I get back to the kitchen, Isabel is sitting at the breakfast bar looking at her wound.
“I asked you to keep pressure on it,” I say as I reach out for her hand
“It stopped bleeding. I was only looking at it,” she whispers.
“It doesn’t look bad,” I mumble as I rub the pad of my thumb across her skin
“We should clean it and put a band-aid on it just to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”
She nods her head in response as I pull everything I need out. She watches me as I clean and dress the wound on her hand. I am trying to keep focused on my task, but all I can think about is how soft her skin is, how good it tastes.
Slowly, as to not startle her again, I pull her lips to mine until she melts against me. Cautiously, I slip my tongue between her parted lips to caress her tongue with mine. Coaxing her tongue to dance with mine, I can’t think of anything except how bad I want, no need, to be inside her.
Isabel instantly tenses against me and begins to pull away from my lips.
“No, no, it’s okay,” I whisper. “I need you,” I pant. “Right here, right now,” before taking her lips again in another passionate kiss.
Why is she so tense? Come back to me… Please…
She pulls away, out of my arms, breathing raggedly.
“Please refrain from scaring me, Dr. Patterson,” she says in between breaths.
“I’m sorry Isabel, I didn’t mean to scare you. I assumed you heard me come in,” I say, releasing a sigh. “Why are you calling me Dr. Patterson?”
“I don’t understand what you want from me!” She hollers suddenly. “You say you want me then you push me away! I can’t take you hurting me anymore!”
“Hurting you?” I ask, confused. “When did I hurt you?”
“I came to you last night, we fooled around, and then you sent me back to my room like a naughty child!” She’s moved around the space, throwing her arms in the air to illustrate her point.
“I was trying to do the right thing.”
It’s getting harder and harder to stay calm.
“I don’t want you coming to me out of a sense of obligation, and I don’t want to push you too far, which is why I stopped last night.”
Coming to stand directly in front of her, I put my hands on her shoulders.
“When we have sex for the first time, I want to know without a doubt that it’s what you want. Not what you think I expect or what you think I want.”
Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead. She leans into me, and I wrap my arms around her shoulders.
Quietly, she asks, “Do you want me?”
“Yes, I want you,” I say, pulling back from her. “I think that would be pretty obvious,” pointing to the bulge in my pants. “I’m sorry I hurt you, it was the last thing I wanted to do.”
My heart begins to break for my Isabel. She has never known the pleasure of being loved by her partner. This is when I know, I love her. I love her with every part of my being. I would dare to say that I was even put on this earth to be here, right now, to rescue her from her cruel husband. If it is the last thing I do, I will make sure that he is never able to hurt her and Sophie again.
“Women are beautiful and are to be cherished by the men that love them. I would never hurt you or Sophie intentionally, so please tell me when I do something that upsets you, and I will do my best to never do it again. I would die if anything happened to either one of you,” I say, holding my ground.
She looks at me skeptically “I do not want you to die, Adam.”
I can’t help but chuckle, “I don’t want to die either, love. What I mean, is that anyone that wants to hurt either of you will have to go through me first.”
I slowly wrap her in my arms again. Feeling her luscious curves pressed up against me is making it very difficult to be a gentleman.
“Isabel, I want nothing more than to be the man who is given the honor to love you forever. Anyone who told you that you do not deserve to be loved lied to you. As you have discovered, sex does not have to be painful for women, that’s why people have sex so often. More importantly, it is an act of beauty between a couple that loves one another, to show how much they mean to one another, mind, body, and soul.”
“My parents told me that if Jason was beating me, then I must deserve it,” she says it so nonchalantly that it takes my breath for a moment.
“No. Men that use physical force on a woman go to prison. It’s a crime for a man to force a woman to do anything she isn’t willing to do, and for a man to beat you is completely unacceptable. Real men care about their partners’ feelings. It’s our job to make sure our partner enjoys themselves. That they feel loved and cherished by us,” I reiterate.
She smiles at me for a moment, her entire face lights up, and it’s beautiful. I lean down and lay a soft kiss on her lips. Her blush is immediate and adorable.
“I’m sorry I overreacted,” she says.
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about how you would react to waking up with her missing.”
“Thank you,” she says.
She smiles up at me and chews on her bottom lip, obviously thinking about something. Before I can tell her how sexy it is when she bites her lip, she stretches up and kisses me.
Grabbing onto her hips, I pull her closer to me and groan into her kiss. I let her control the kiss, set the pace. She’s hesitant, but I let her explore, I doubt she’s ever had the chance to be in control.
“I have an idea.”
I take hold of her hand a lead her toward the living room, I sit down in the middle of the couch and motion for her to sit on my lap. She’s so adorable, she sits on one of my thighs like she’s riding side saddle on a horse.
Leaning toward her, I whisper in her ear.
“Straddle me, baby, you’ll be in control of everything.”
With a sexy blush on her cheeks, she readjusts and straddles my lap, pressing on my hard-on. I grab her hips and show her how to grind on me, groaning when she gets the hang of it.
“Kiss me. Put your mouth on me,” I tell her.
She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my jaw. I can’t hold back the moan from my chest. She tangles her hands in my hair and begins kissing me deeply. Making out like a teenager with a pretty girl grinding her pussy into my hard-on brings back memories. Only this time is different, I am afraid to touch her. One wrong brush of my hand could cause a number of reactions. She needs to lead, be in control.
I slowly slide my hands up her body to her shoulders, then move down to her delectable ass. Grabbing a handful of each cheek, I thrust up against her, causing her to gasp. I continue the journey up her body up to her ribs and stop just short of her breast before stroking back down to her thighs. I want to ravish her, to bend her over this couch and slam into her, but I have to get her used to being touched when pain isn’t involved.
Isabel's hips increase in speed as she rides me, along with my breathing. She’s getting lost in the sensation, and I have to admit that I am too. Pulling her shirt up, she rips it off and tosses it behind her before pulling mine off too. When she gets me shirtless, she runs her hands over my skin. I am all too happy to let her explore my body, her electric touch causing shock waves to ripple through my body.
She works her way down my chest, moving to kneel on the floor for better access, touching and kissing my flesh. Across my stomach to the top of my pants where she comes to a stop and looks up at me.
Seeing her kneeling before me, her hands on my pants is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I could get off just like this, without her even touching my dick.
“I want to see all of you,” she tells me.
She backs up a bit and makes room for me to stand. She unbuttons and unzips my jeans before pulling them
down to my thighs, freeing my cock. She stares at it in front of her face for what feels like an eternity, then reaches out and runs her fingers over me from tip to base.
Isabel
I wish I knew what I was doing with this God in front of me, but I don’t. Luckily, he lets me explore and take my time getting to know his body.
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, he inhales sharply. He covers my hand with his and demonstrates how he likes to be touched. The skin is so soft, almost like velvet, but underneath the soft is solid, and hard, and huge.
I stroke him a few times, he groans and thrusts into my hand, then pulls my hand away. Looking up at him, I ask, “Why did you stop me?”
“Because I was going to cum, baby girl. Then we would have both been disappointed.” He smirks at me, I’m starting to love that smirk. It's so sexy, and it shows his playful side.
He takes his pants the rest of the way off before sitting back down on the couch.
“Take your pants off, then come sit on my lap again,” he instructs me.
I jump up to do as he asks and giggle in my excitement. I feel like a virgin even though I’m not. Maybe in a way I am, this is the first time I’m not going to feel pain or humiliation. This time I will be with someone because I want to be, not because I am being forced against my will. Adam wants to be with me and only me, just as I want to be with him.
Sitting back on his lap, my pussy wide open against his cock. He reaches down and caresses me, groaning a deep sound that I can feel in my toes.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he says in my ear.
He kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking on my skin while stroking my clit. Helpless against the pleasure, I grind against his hand, chasing the orgasm that I know he’s going to give me. With my hands in his hair and his mouth is sucking on my nipples, it doesn’t take long before I‘m coming. I yell loudly, unable to keep quiet, grinding hard against his hand.
“That’s my girl,” Adam says as my body tightens and tremble’s above him. When I've ridden out the orgasm, I collapse against him, my head on his shoulder, breathing hard.
