Cruel Boundaries
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Somewhere from outside I hear a constant hammering, and it’s starting to drive me insane!
I crawl out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I don’t even bother putting on the light. I open the faucets to fill the bath, and then brush my teeth. I feel and look awful.
I stare at the water as it fills the tub. When there’s enough water in, I strip out of my dress and underwear. I take off the bandage and just drop it to the floor. My back looks much better, with most of the cuts scabbed over. It hasn’t bled at all in the last three days.
I climb into the bath. I let the warm water soak into my bones. My back stings a little, but nothing bad.
I slip my head under the water. The silence is heavenly as the water blocks out the noise from outside.
I slip even deeper, letting the water cover all of me. I can fall asleep right here, in the warm depths of the bath.
I come up for some air before dipping under again. My mind wanders back to Noah, and what I should do. Maybe he deserves a chance? Maybe he’s telling me the truth, and his apology is real?
Maybe it’s all a scam and he’s getting ready to off me for good?
The water starts to cool around me and I let some out before filling it with warm water again.
Maybe I should play my own game with Noah, teach him a lesson he’ll never forget. He kissed me, and that must mean he feels something for me, right?
The idea pops into my mind that I could seduce him, and then break him. Could I really do that without hurting myself?
~*~
Chapter Thirty-Three
Noah~
When I knock and there’s no answer, I try the door. I’m happy and pissed off when it opens. She’s so irresponsible! Anybody can walk right in and kill her!
“Amy!” I call out but there’s no answer. I take the stairs to the bedroom and I can see the bed’s been slept in.
I hear water dripping and follow the sound into the bathroom. I still don’t see her and just to make sure she’s not in here, I step further in and open the shower door. It’s empty. The dripping water catches my attention and I glance over the bath.
My breath rushes from me and I move. “Fuck, no!” I shout as I jump into the bath. I slip my arm under Amy and haul her up. Water splashes everywhere.
I hear her coughing and relief washes over me. Her fingers are digging into my biceps. When our eyes meet, and I see them sparking with anger, I’m happy. I’m just fucking happy she’s alive!
“What the hell are you doing, Noah?” she shrieks.
“I should be asking you,” I hiss. “I know things are bad, but that’s no reason to kill yourself!”
“Huh?” the word pops over her lips and then she says, “I wasn’t. I was bathing.” Understanding dawns on her face and she whispers, “You were worried I’d tried to kill myself?”
“Yeah,” I let out on a breath.
I’m still holding her to me, straddling her. I hope I didn’t hurt her back!
“Can you get up so I can get out?” she asks and her cheeks flush lightly.
For a moment I stare at the pink flush on her cheeks, and it reminds me of the Amy she was before her memory came back.
I get up and take hold of her arms, so I don’t hurt her back, pulling her up with me. Making sure she has her balance I step out of the bath and grab a towel. I reach behind me, holding the towel out to her.
I feel her take it and then I take a few steps away from the bath.
My heart is still hammering in my chest. It’s twice now I thought she was dead. I can’t handle a third!
I swing around, not caring if she’s got herself covered. She’s holding the towel around her, brushing some wet strands from her face.
I take a step towards her. “I want the Amy back that I got to know at the fair. I’d never hurt you, I swear it. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’ll spend my life making up for it.”
She stares at me, at first saying nothing, then she takes a few steps, stopping right in front of me.
“You want to make it up to me?” she asks, her voice raspy. The sound sends tingles down my spine.
“Yeah, I do. I’d do anything. Just don’t shut us out anymore. Let us help you.”
She nods and bites her bottom lip. She places a hand against my chest and pushes me backwards. I’m not sure what she’s doing, but I move, figuring she wants out of the bathroom.
I walk into the bedroom and head for the stairs to give her some privacy.
Minutes later she comes down, dressed in one of her hippie dresses. This one reaches to the floor.
“When last did you eat?” I ask as I head to the kitchen.
“There’s no food in the apartment. I have coffee,” she says, smiling playfully at me.
Hope blooms in my chest. Is she really going to let me make it up to her?
“I’ll order some pizza. Coffee is not a food group.”
I take a seat on the nearest couch, which happens to be a loveseat. While I’m placing the order, Amy grabs the remote and comes to sit next to me. She puts on a music channel and then turns to face me, tucking her legs under her body.
When I’m done ordering our dinner, she says, “So you were worried about me?” I can see the doubt in her eyes and that bothers me.
“Princess, we might fight like cats and dogs, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care.” I see her eyes warm a bit and I decide to crack a joke,” besides if anyone is going to give you a hard time it’s me.”
“I suppose I should phone Daddy and Mom. They must be worried.”
“That would be a good idea.” Silence falls between us and I reach for her hand. I give it a squeeze and when she looks up at me, I whisper, “You have to know I’d never hurt you. I’m so sorry for what Brad did. If you need to talk about it, I’m here.”
Her lips twitch, but she doesn’t say anything, which is a bit disappointing. I want her to open up to me, to confide in me and learn that she can trust me.
She doesn’t pull her hand from mine and looks deep in thought when she says, “Why did we start fighting? I can’t remember where it all started.”
I start to play with her fingers, bringing her hand over to my thigh. “It’s actually stupid. I think I was twelve or fourteen, somewhere around that age, when you said I’m not family because I’m adopted. It kinda spiraled out of control from there. We were kids. I think we started fighting more out of habit than for an actual reason.
~*~
Chapter Thirty-Four
Amy~
I wake up, surprised to find myself in bed. I’m lying on my side, facing a sleeping Noah. Moonlight spills over us, and I can see Noah clearly. He looks different, so relaxed. I’ve never seen this side of him. I take in his strong features, the stubble covering his cheeks and jaw, and his black, tousled hair.
Noah’s always been one of the most attractive guys I knew, but because of the constant fighting, I never let myself admit it. Now it’s a different story. Since the fair it’s all I notice and that bothers me. I can’t afford to fall in love with Noah, that would only end up in disaster.
I’ve been thinking non-stop about what to do. Should I go ahead with my plans to seduce Noah, to make him pay before he hurts me? Or should I let it all go and just focus on getting my life pieced back together?
It’s just such a mess! I wish things were easier.
Every time my mind wanders to Brad and what he did to me, I shut the thoughts down. Maybe that’s why I’ve focused on Noah. If I fill my thoughts with him and how to get at him, then I don’t have time to think of Brad.
Noah turns onto his side, facing me, and then opens his eyes. A small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” His eyes are sharp and I know he’s trying to figure me out right now.
Do I lie to him and go ahead with my plan to seduce him?
I feel a lump form in my throat and my eyes sting with unshed tears. I realize I have no energy for another mind-fucking-game between us.
Noah moves closer and then his arms go around me, pulling me to his chest. His bare skin is warm under my cheek and I huddle closer, wrapping an arm around his waist.
I feel the same sense of safety I felt the day of the fair. I pray it’s not just my imagination.
“How do you feel?” Noah asks, surprising me. I didn’t think that he cared. He brushes some hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear and then his fingers trail over my neck towards my shoulder. “How’s your back? I noticed you aren’t wearing a bandage.”
“It’s better,” I whisper into his chest. “It’s not bleeding anymore and it doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”
His fingers trail gently down my arm until he finds my hand. He takes my hand and brings it to his chest, inches from my face. Just like the night before he plays with my fingers, linking it with his. My eyes are glued to our joined hands.
Him touching me like this … it’s doing something to me, making me feel tingles in my belly. I’ve never felt tingles before. I thought it was just a load of crap.
I’m so scared that Noah is going to hurt me. The fear is a bit overwhelming. I move closer to him and press my face into the curve of his neck. Our bodies are touching everywhere, from our tangled legs to my lips pressing to his warm skin. In a moment of clarity, brought on by the intense fear, I whisper, “Please don’t hurt me, Noah.”
~*~
Chapter Thirty-Five
Noah~
Amy snuggles closer to me and I feel her everywhere. Her body is soft and warm. I’ve never held a woman like this before. It’s new and I love it.
Her lips press against my throat and my dick instantly reacts. I feel her breath rush over my skin, hardening me even more, and then she whispers, “Please don’t hurt me, Noah.” Her words bring me to my knees.
I let go of her hand and taking hold of her chin, I lift her face so I can see her eyes. She swallows hard and I can see tears brimming in her eyes.
Finally! She’s showing me how she really feels. She’s letting me in!
I scoot down and at the same time I pull her up. Her body stays on top of mine, but now we’re face to face. I press my forehead to hers and whisper, “I promise to never hurt you, Princess.”
She pulls away a little, her eyes searching mine and I know she’s looking for the truth in my words. I slip my hand behind her neck and tilt my head so our mouths are perfectly aligned. “Kiss me, Amy. We’ll figure it all out in the morning, but right now I just want to taste you.”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She starts to lean in and the second I feel her breath on my lips, I press up. Her lips part instantly, letting my tongue sweep into her mouth. At the first taste of her my dick becomes impossibly hard. I thrust against her, looking for some kind of friction.
She pulls away breaking the kiss and I watch her bunch the dress together around her thighs. She presses her hand against my chest, forcing me onto my back, and then she straddles me. I feel her heat right through the thin material of my boxers.
I place my hands on her thighs, slipping one under the dress, and then I slowly start to move it up, over her hip. When I feel her bare hip, with no panty, my eyes dart to hers. Fuck! She’s naked under the dress. The thought that she’s been without panties the whole night makes me thrust up against her. Her eyes drop closed and she presses back against me, rubbing her clit against me.
My hand continues to explore her skin, moving over her waist, then her ribs, and finally I reach her breast. I cup her, and feeling how perfectly she fits in my hand makes me thrust up again.
My other hand goes to her shoulder and I take hold of the dress, pulling it down her arm until it drops over her one breast, exposing her to me. Fuck, she’s stunning. Her skin glows in the moonlight.
I sit up, pulling her closer to me so I can take her breast in my mouth. Her arms go around my neck and she grabs at my hair.
I’m not going to last. I’ll come like this if she keeps rubbing herself against me. “If you keep riding me, you’re going to make me come like a fucking teenager.”
With her hands in my hair, she pulls my head back and then her mouth is hot on mine. She presses down on me and her hips start to ride me harder and faster.
Fuck this, I want to feel her come. I let go of her breast and slip my hand between us. I move my boxers away to free my dick. I want to feel her pussy slide up and down me. Fuck, she’s so wet! I take hold of my dick and I press it hard against her clit. When I start to rub it against her, she moans long and hard. This is so fucking hot!
She bites my lip before darting her tongue back into my mouth.
I keep rubbing my hard-as-fuck dick against her and I can feel her body tightening. I know she’s close. Her hand slips between us and then she takes hold of me. I lose control the second I feel her fingers wrap around me.
My hands move to her thighs, digging into her skin. She rides me hard and then I hear her breath hitch. She settles over me and I can do nothing to stop it as she sinks down on me, taking all of me in one thrust.
The second my dick fills her, she starts to come apart, her whole body convulsing around me, her pussy sucking me deeper.
“Fuck, Amy,” I groan as I fight to hold my own orgasm back. She sits up, freeing my dick from her pussy’s grip. Her fingers wrap around me and she starts to jack me off. Warmth sizzles down my spine and I thrust hard into her hand. Not even a second later I’m coming over her pussy and thighs.
That was fucking intense. Hot and intense.
I move us to the edge of the bed and quickly grab my jeans so I can get a condom from my wallet. I need to come inside of her.
I quickly roll it on and then pull her back on top of me. Her arms and legs wrap tightly around me and she sinks onto me, taking me into her warmth.
I groan in ecstasy. Grabbing hold of her hips I help her ride me. The dress keeps getting in the way and I quickly yank it up and over her head, exposing her perfect body for my eyes to feast on.
I wish I could lay her down, so I could fuck her good and hard, but I’m careful of her back.
“Noah,” she says on a moan. She arches back, her fingers digging into my shoulders and I know she’s ready to come again.
“Come over my dick, Princess. Let your pussy suck me off,” I growl, barely able to hold myself back.
She moves faster, her hands coming down her chest and she grabs hold of her breasts, squeezing them hard.
I’ve never seen anything hotter. I could fuck her the whole night long, as long as I get to see her naked and bouncing on my dick.
Her pussy clamps down on me and she cries out, causing my balls to tighten. “Fuck, Amy … fuck!” I pound into her, coming so hard my vision blurs.
Her pussy keeps gripping at my dick as she rides out her orgasm. “That’s right, Princess, suck me off.”
Her movements start to slow, but her breaths are still rushing over her parted lips. I can’t tear my eyes from her face. “Being fucked hard looks good on you.”
A smile pulls at her lips and she gives me a seductive look. “Being fucked hard feels good.”
~*~
Chapter Thirty-Six
Amy~
Noah moves us into the bathroom and once he’s discarded the condom he turns on the faucets in the shower. We wait for the water to warm before we step under the heavenly spray.
He’s so beautiful, every inch of his hard body.
I squirt some soap into my hands and then start to wash his chest, taking in the feel of his smooth skin and muscles rippling under my touch.
I’m just about to reach for the bottle again, when he takes it, squirting some soap into his hands. “My turn,” he whispers, stepping close to me.
His hands glide over my breasts and stomach, and then he washes between my legs. I feel tender from the sex.
He takes hold of my
shoulders and turns me around. I swallow hard, and when his forehead presses against my shoulder blade and I feel his breath on the cuts, I can’t stop the tears.
His arms come around me and he presses his chest lightly to my back. In my ear he whispers, “I wish I could take them from you. You know I’m sorry, right?”
I nod, finally starting to believe that he’s telling me the truth.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
I nod again, praying he’s being honest with me.
He turns me around again, his hands cupping my face as he looks deep into my eyes. “You know you’re mine now, right?”
My breathing stops and I frown. “You always just fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, Noah. I understood that when I decided to have sex with you. You don’t have to say that.”
He brings his forehead to mine and whispers, “You know you are mine, right?”
A smile splits over my face and I nod, feeling hope spread through my chest. Can this finally be it? Will our lives get better from here on out?
God, I hope so!
~*~
After I phoned Daddy and Mom, and told them I’m moving back to Noah’s, and that we’ve made peace, they seemed to relax.
When we get back to Noah’s apartment he helps me unpack all my stuff. Once we’re done we decide to go to a nearby club to celebrate our new found peace.
I really enjoyed going to the fair with him, and I’m hoping it will be the same tonight, that we will have some fun.
I’m wearing my favorite denim jacket with no bra, a short skirt that falls to just above my knees with no panties, and my favorite boots. I’m hoping the thought of me not wearing any underwear will drive Noah wild. I saw his reaction and how turned on he got last night when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I loved it and I want him to fuck me hard tonight.
When I come out of my room, I find Noah standing in the kitchen, leaning against a counter. His eyes roam over me and I see them heat with desire. I walk to where he’s standing and stand on my toes so I can reach his ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whisper and as I pull back I unbutton the one and only button, keeping the jacket fastened, and flash him.