by Ivy Jordan
Likely story. I’d heard plenty of abusers tell the same tale. They were always innocent, and most of the time, they knew their women would return to them, tails tucked between their legs and ready to believe they didn’t mean it, or it would never happen again. Not Maddie. She made her way to Miami, to me, and that’s where she was going to stay.
“Where is she, and who is this?” the man still demanded to know. “We love each other; she would never just leave like this. I’ll find her, and I’ll find you,” the man threatened.
“She never wants to see you again, so move on and quit calling or I’ll have a harassment charge slapped on your ass so fast your head will spin,” I growled, ending the conversation.
There’s no way he’ll ever find her, or me. He’ll give up eventually, even though he threatened not to. I knew his type.
Chapter Six
Maddie
Sweat began to bead on my forehead as my legs twisted in the sheets. I struggled to wake myself from what I hoped was only a nightmare, not a memory. The room I stood in felt familiar, white curtains blowing in the wind from the open window, a tall lamp next to a four-post bed with antique carvings on the headboard, and the music box I had from my suitcase of various items on the nightstand. It was my room. I was certain of it.
Muffled noises blasted into my ears, like someone yelling, angry. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, and when they came into view, I couldn’t make out their face. Who was this, and why were they so angry with me?
Tears fell down my face as I kicked into the sheets I’d tangled around my feet. I couldn’t wake up, and something in my gut told me things were going to get worse if I didn’t, like I knew what would come next, and I didn’t want to know.
Slap, a hand across my face. I dropped to my knees, my hands covering my heated cheek. The man, I was still unable to make out his face, was now on me, his hand around my neck, pulling me back to my feet.
His words were slurred in an angry fury, and his face so blurry it was unrecognizable. Who is this man? Why is he hurting me?
My heart ached as I cried out into the room, trying to pull myself from this dream, this nightmare, this memory. No, this couldn’t be real, there was no way that Isaac would allow this to happen to me.
The hand on my throat was strong, cutting off my air with what felt like no remorse. Suddenly it released, and as I coughed to catch my breath, bam, a fist slammed into my face, pushing me into the wall.
I slid down the wall, staring at the music box on my nightstand. Yes, this was my room; this was a memory.
My body jolted out of the dream as I let out a loud scream. I thought it was only in my dream, but as I snapped back to reality, to alertness, my voice echoed against the walls of Isaac’s guestroom.
The door flung open, startling me. Isaac stood in the doorway, the glow of the hallway light surrounding him like he was an angel. “Are you okay?” he asked, rushing to my side. He sat on the bed, his arms around me, and let me sob against his chest. “You had a bad dream. That’s all,” he assured me. I wasn’t so sure.
“It was so real. I was in my room. I know that was my room, the music box was there.” I rattled off the details of the dream. “What did my room look like in Portland?” I asked, hoping he could reassure me that it was my room, that I did have a memory.
“I don’t know,” he said softly. Why didn’t he know? We were engaged, known each other since grade school, so how did he not know what my bedroom looked like? “You said you redecorated it, and I hadn’t been there since,” he added. “What got you so upset, and why were you screaming?” he questioned.
I took a deep breath and told him about the scary man, the one who was attacking me. “It was so real. I remember feeling such heartbreak that I could barely breathe,” I explained. “Was I attacked?” I queried.
Isaac pulled me close, rubbing my hair with the flat of his hand. “I think your memory is just making things difficult for you. You’ve been so frustrated, and it must be translating to your dreams,” he explained.
Maybe he was right. But, it felt so real.
He started to loosen his embrace, but I quickly tightened mine, refusing to let him go. I felt safe in his arms. It felt natural, familiar somehow. “You want me to stay with you until you fall back asleep?” he offered.
“Yes,” I whispered, and slid from his arms back into the warmth of the blankets.
Isaac slid in next to me, pulling me into his chest. He was warm, strong, and smelled of lavender and musk. The aroma was stirring a strange emotion from deep within my soul. It was familiar. That scent, it was the scent of the man I loved. “I remember your scent,” I whispered, staring up into his deep green eyes. Our lips were so close, they nearly touched as I spoke.
The look in his eyes comforted me, made me yearn for this closeness to never end. I stretched up, letting my lips press against his. He hesitated at first, I could sense his resistance, but I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
His breath was soft and shallow as his eyes closed and his lips gave into mine. They were soft, sensual, and tasted like vanilla from his nightly bowl of ice cream. Sweet flavors tempted my tongue, causing it to reach out, sliding slowly across his lips until they parted.
Our kiss exploded with a sweet taste, sending excitement between my legs and through my breasts. Isaac’s hands shook a bit as they released our embrace and trailed down my back. They steadied quickly as they pulled me into his warm body. The muscles in his arms flexed against me as his cock—hard, eager, and ready to play—positioned itself against my clit.
The silky pajama shorts I wore were thin, allowing the friction of his cock to massage my clit. My juices dampened my panties, my pussy swelled and began to tingle, and at that moment, I knew I was ready to accept him as my fiancé, my lover.
Our hips rocked together as he settled between my legs. I let out a soft moan as his hands gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me into him harder. His lips pulled from mine. I stretched towards them, still hungry. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
“I am,” I replied, pulling him back into our kiss.
His mouth traveled from mine, searching my neck’s tender flesh. My back arched as his tongue rolled down my shoulder and to my breasts. Small flicks against my nipple through the silk made me cry out, and as his mouth consumed my small breast, sucking it through the silk, my hands gripped at his shorts strands of blond hair on his head.
I was nervous, worried that I wouldn’t remember how to make love, but Isaac took over, leaving me with little to do. His mouth searched to my belly, and then stopped at the hem of my shorts. His eyes gazed into mine with a hunger that drove me wild. I was in no shape to protest what was about to happen; I was ready. So ready.
His fingers slid beneath my shorts, pulling them away from my body as he threw the blankets away. My legs tightened together, nervous that he was seeing me even though I imagined he had many times before.
Isaac smirked, a mischievous grin that made my pussy twitch with delight and anticipation. He kissed my outer thighs, first the left and then the right. A slow growl escaped his lips as his hands parted my legs at the knees. I let them fall open, my pussy still covered with the silky panties he’d left on me. His mouth sucked at the flesh of my inner thigh, slowly moving closer to my hidden flesh. “Oh baby,” he whispered, his hot breath against my dampened panties.
The warmth of his tongue traced the hem of my panties, slowly working into the center where he teased my clit with delicate flicks through the silk. “Can I take these off?” he gasped.
“Yes,” I moaned, lifting my ass from the mattress so he could pull the material away from my body.
Instantly, I felt the cool air of the room blasting against my delicate flesh. I arched my back, pushing my body towards his mouth, anxious to feel the warmth of his tongue on my flesh.
He teased me with slow traces around my clit, slowly sliding into my slit, separating my plump pussy lips so he could taste my sweet nectar
. A rumble rolled through his lips as he got the first taste. I lifted towards him, his tongue sliding into my aching cunt.
My eyes tightened as I allowed my body to be overcome with pleasure, enjoying every single tantalizing sensation bestowed upon me. “That feels so good,” I gasped as his mouth sucked around my flesh and his tongue flicked against my clit.
Lightning shot through my veins, and then violent thunder roared from my body as my orgasm reached its point of no return. Isaac didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate, even though my body convulsed and my legs began to tighten around his head.
He sucked my flesh into his mouth as if trying to get every last drop of my sweetness onto his tongue.
Isaac’s eyes were filled with satisfaction as they peered up at me through my open legs. My breathing was wildly sporadic, and I struggled to speak; only moans escaped, no words. “I’ll be right back,” he said sweetly, leaving me on the mattress alone, cold, still wanting more.
I listened to the noises of his footsteps down the hall and the chaotic slamming of dresser drawers. Finally, he returned, his smile wide, and the bulge in his pants powerfully large. Wow!
He bit the small square package, tearing off the wrapper and pulled out a condom. Do we use condoms?
I watched as he peeled off his shirt, exposing rolling muscles and incredible abs. He held the condom in his teeth as he slid out of his sleep pants, unleashing his large cock. My body began to tremble again at the anticipation of feeling him inside of me. Could I handle him? I must be able to; we’re engaged, so surely we’ve fucked before.
“Do we need that?” I asked softly as he slid the condom onto the tip of his cock. He grinned, again with a mischievousness that drove me wild. “You haven’t been taking birth control pills, have you?” he asked with a smirk.
I shook my head. No, I hadn’t seen any in my bag, so no. “Okay,” I gasped, still wondering why I wasn’t on the pill, and if I was, why I didn’t bring them with me.
My eyes followed his fingers as they unrolled the latex over his bulging veins on his cock. He wasted no time mounting me, pinning me to the mattress between his flexed arms. I parted my legs, letting the heavy cock settle at my entrance.
I throbbed against the tip of his cock as he pushed towards me. His weight entrapped me beneath him, and the sensation of being pulled so far apart took my breath away. This felt new, not like something I’d done many times before. He leaned down, kissed me gently on the neck as my eyes tightened, and I bit my bottom lip.
He was inside of me, just barely, and I was already beginning to throb. His dick twitched as my muscles contracted around him, and he pushed harder into me. My hands rolled down his back and to his muscular ass cheeks. They clenched together with each thrust until he made it deep inside of me. We both paused, feeling the pulsations from one another, staring into one another’s eyes, and not saying a word. “Damn,” he exhaled, finally lifting himself from me and leveling for another thrust.
The sensation of his cock filling me brought my orgasm closer and closer to the edge. He growled, then groaned, and then let out a large sigh. My body tingled with every centimeter he moved, and when he plunged back into me, hard, long, and with passionate force, my body lost control, and my orgasm blasted onto him, squirting his balls and wetting my thighs, making his next thrust less labored. My moans grew louder with each stroke as he smacked into my body. The sweet sound of my juices wetting his cock consumed me, and soon growls from his own pleasure took over.
Sweat rolled from his forehead, falling onto my chin as we both opened our eyes and locked them onto one another’s. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pulling his weight onto my chest. I wasn’t sure how I felt. I knew this was the best sex of my life, but I couldn’t remember any other encounters.
Things were so natural with Isaac; this must’ve been why I fell in love with him in the first place. My heart began to melt a little, and my mind released a feeling that maybe, just maybe, I could have a relationship with this man again, even if I never fully remembered.
Chapter Seven
Isaac
Sex with Maddie was everything I’d imagined it to be, and more. Her body was in fantastic shape, and her muscle control amazing, everywhere. I spent the day after trying to stay close to her, but I kept feeling her pull away. It was Saturday morning now, almost two days since our amazing connection, and I still felt the awkward tension between us.
I had to leave to meet up with one of my SEAL buddies, a monthly breakfast ritual I normally looked forward to, but not today. I hated to leave, to give Maddie even more space, and possibly allow her to grow even further from me.
Her small frame was stretched up to her tippy-toes as she reached for the coffee mug on the top shelf of the cabinet. Damn, that body. I wanted more; I needed more.
“Want some help?” I whispered in her ear, pressed up against her back so she could feel my erection.
“I got it,” she said, turning towards me, letting me trap her against the counter. Her eyes filled with a strange look, similar to what I’d say was fear. Fuck! I don’t want to scare her off, not after we got so close.
Her hand trembled as she gripped the mug, and it was clear my closeness was making her uneasy. I stepped back, smiled, and tried to shake off the rejection with some class. My mind was reeling, wondering if she was remembering more and more. Did she remember who the man in her nightmare was? Did she finally see his face? Did she remember me?
“I’m sorry,” she sighed.
Her beautiful blue eyes widened as they pierced mine. The sun grabbed glimmers of shine in her hair, making it sparkle in the light. She truly was beautiful. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“Don’t be,” I quickly retorted.
Her lips quivered into a faint smile. I wanted to lean in, to hug her, kiss her, but I knew that would only make things worse.
“The other night was amazing,” she proclaimed.
Okay, so why the cold shoulder now?
“Yes, it was,” I admitted.
“I just don’t think I was truly ready for it. I enjoyed it so much, and I needed it at that moment. I felt alone, scared, and in your arms, I felt safe,” she rattled nervously.
“I understand. I don’t mind being used,” I smirked.
“I just don’t want you to think it meant I was ready for us to go back to the way it was, because I still have no idea what it was like,” she sighed.
Guilt rolled over me like a cold shower. My love for Maddie was so strong, and I knew, even so, this was wrong. “I get it,” I replied quickly. Then silence settled between us.
“I have to head out for a little bit,” I explained, hoping she wouldn’t find it offensive. It had nothing to do with her rejection, although getting away for a bit after it, and away from the guilt I felt, it was a relief to be leaving.
“Are you going to be okay?” I asked.
Her face tightened, and I could see the irritation she felt. She’d been trapped in this house for over a week, with no memories, no idea of what to do with herself, and I knew it was making her more than a little frustrated.
“I think I’ll play on the beach,” she said, her voice strangely content.
I smiled, leaned in, kissed her gently on the forehead, and headed out the door. I was happy she was going to spend some time on the beach. I knew it wouldn’t churn up any memories, especially since there wasn’t an ocean close to her Portland address. A sigh of relief fell from my throat I was climbed into my Escalade and headed into town.
Elijah Grant sat in our regular booth inside the small café. The large window allowed me to get a glimpse of him as I pulled into the gravel lot. The place was rundown, old, but the food was pretty good. Elijah said they had the best cup of coffee in the town, and he’d gladly drive a hundred miles to get it. He joked, but he did drive forty to meet me there each month.
His dark hair was still buzzed short, and he wore a tight flannel that showed off his impressive muscles. To look at
him, most would think he was a hardass, but in reality, he was the nicest guy I’d ever met.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Elijah shouted as I entered the diner.
“They’ll let anyone in this place,” I retorted as I slid into the booth seat across from his.
The waitress, the little red-head that served us every month, was quick to reach our table and fill my cup. “How the hell ya been?” Elijah asked.
I smiled forcibly and sipped my coffee before answering. It was hot, burning my lips, but I didn’t care. It was better than answering that question honestly. I needed a moment to make sure I could convince him everything was okay.
“It’s been great,” I choked, shaking my head to kill the burn of the coffee on my lips.
He chuckled. “No patience. That’s your number one flaw still, eh?” he teased.
I knew he was referring to our military days. I was the first one out, the first one to rush in, and always the first one to get reprimanded for not slowing the fuck down. My fast actions saved his ass a couple times, and he knew it. I didn’t mind him teasing me; I actually enjoyed it. He was like an older brother to me. I looked up to Elijah; I respected him.
“I already ordered,” he announced, nodding towards the waitress walking towards us with our plates.
“Good. I’m starving,” I replied. I wasn’t really, but I was eager to get back home, not only to see Maddie, but to see her in a bikini.
Three large eggs, over-easy were situated on a pile of biscuits and gravy. Four slices of thick-cut bacon sat on top in the shape of a star. “Holy shit,” I gasped as I looked at the plate. “What happened to eating healthy?” I laughed.
“Fuck, you only live once,” Elijah laughed, already digging into the gravy with his fork.
Last time we met, he was on a health kick, and he had been for several months before that. I wasn’t sure what changed, but I knew if he wanted to tell me, he would.
