Stolen Innocence

by S. M. Stryker

  "Play?"

  "Yes, play... something a little different?"

  "Okay?" I reply with a tone of uncertainty.

  "I think you will enjoy it, but if you don't, we won't do it again."

  "Okay, I'll try it," I quietly agree.

  "I'm going to blindfold you, okay?"

  "Yes."

  Ian places a blindfold over my eyes. "Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?"

  "Yes."

  I hear him moving around; it's funny, it seems as if my hearing is better. I can't figure out what he's doing. Then I feel the bed dip down; he is crawling up over my legs. He straddles my back. I can feel he doesn't have his jeans on anymore. I hear him playing with something and then his hands are on my back. He has lotion on them; it smells like vanilla and honeysuckle. He starts at my shoulders as he begins to massage. "Mmmm... that feels good," I say. My arms are under the pillow as I lay on my stomach.

  "Good, just relax." He continues the massage, moving from my shoulder to my lower back, then to my thigh and down my leg to my foot. God, I love my feet being massaged, He works my foot before moving over to the other foot, massaging up my other leg. Then he is at my ass. Before I know it he is between my legs and stroking my inner thigh, teasing my sex. Spreading my legs apart, I feel his hot breath on my sex as he kisses my inner thighs. As he massages my inner thigh he begins to caress my sex. He slips a finger in then pulls it out. "So fucking wet; you are always ready for me baby." Sliding it back inside, he brushes his finger against the inner wall of my vagina. His thumb finds the little nub of my clit and he starts to softly rub it with his tongue. He slides it in and out as his finger continues to massages my G-spot. He moves his mouth down to my clit and suckles it, pulling me into his mouth as two fingers glide in and out now.

  Grabbing my ankles again, he flips me on my back.

  "Holy shit!" My legs are trembling. He takes my mouth in his; I taste myself on his luscious lips. He’s an amazing kisser, and he’s teasing me with his tongue.

  He's inside me, quickly filling me. I moan loudly; a shudder of heat rushes through me. I'm panting as I throw my head back. "Please, don't stop!"

  "Cum for me, baby girl, cum for me now." The tension builds, and my orgasm comes almost before I realize it. I climax around him... screaming incoherently. He grabs my hips, thrusting into me one last time as he explodes, letting out a groan deep in his throat. He collapses on top of me while trying to regulate his breathing. I feel his grin against my neck.

  "God, you're going to kill me! You are amazing," he pants.

  "Death by orgasm; what a way to go" I giggle as I try to catch my breath.

  Taking the mask from my eyes, Ian wraps his arms around me while holding me close to him. I feel so safe in his arms. He places his lips to my ear whispering, "I love you." I mumble inaudibly as sleep quickly takes us both.

  Chapter 24

  Dance the Night Away

  Parker

  A couple days later, I receive call from Bridget. "Hi, Parker! I'm going to be in town this Friday at a dance club downtown with Ash and a few of my friends from school. I wanted to see if you could join us."

  I’m not a big partier, but I do love to dance. I know it will be fun with Bridget and Ash there; they're a blast to watch on the dance floor. I loved to watch them when we were in high school.

  "That sounds like a blast. I will see if Ian can come along. I think he has a meeting Friday, but maybe he can join us afterwards."

  "How about we meet you outside the club, about eight?"

  "That will work for me. I'm excited and I can't wait!" I end the call and text Ian to let him know of my plans and ask if he wants to come after his meeting.

  Friday can't get here fast enough. It has been so long since I have seen Bridget and Ash; I miss them. I haven't talked to either Bridget or Ash for several weeks; we've been playing phone tag. She has already moved into the dorms with the rest of the softball team to start weight training for fall ball. Ash is pretty busy with the football team. I really miss softball too; this was the first year I haven't played summer ball. Because of school, work, and all the drama this summer, I wasn't able to go to any of Bridget's games. I'm hoping I will be able to watch her play this spring.

  The club that I'm meeting Bridget at is downtown; it's within walking distance from my apartment. I remind Ian about tonight just incase he can join us. I really would like him to meet Bridget and Ash. He says he is going to try, but he has a meeting that has already rescheduled for tonight. He tries not to have meetings on Fridays. Tonight isn't typical. I tell him not to worry and that there will be other times; and work is more important for him right now.

  I pull a little orange power skirt out of my closet and a cute floral blouse that has two cutout panels, exposing the sides of my back. I choose a pair of periwinkle blue stilettos that match some of the flowers in the blouse. I French braid my bangs along the front and side of my face while pulling the rest into a messy bun. I know it will be hot inside the club, but with my hair up, I will still look fashionable; and my hair wouldn't go flat from the sweat. I look at myself in my long mirror; gotta love power skirts! They pull everything into place. Grabbing my phone, I put it in my favorite hidden pocket, my bra. I then I grab my keys before shutting and locking the door behind me.

  As I walk to the club I wonder if Ian will be able to join us; I missed not seeing him all week. With my school schedule it's been even harder. I arrive at the club and begin looking around but I don't see them yet. I stand outside waiting for them.

  It isn't too long before I see her walking down the sidewalk. When she sees me she screams, "Parker!" She runs to me and we wrap each other up in a big hug. "God, I've missed you!" Bridget looks great; she is wearing a little white sundress with orange and pink poppies on it; it looks great with her summer tan. Ash, with his shaggy blonde curls, and khakis matched with a black polo shirt, looks the preppy part. And quite well.

  "I've missed you both so much!" I cry, as I grab Ash, pulling him into a hug too. "How's dorm life and the softball and football teams?"

  "It's good; it's pretty quiet since it's summer time. There aren't that many students there yet; mostly just athletes, but I love the town. It's nice. By the way, I heard about your dad. I'm sorry."

  "This is supposed to be a fun night! I'm not talking about this now," I curtly state.

  Bridget and Ash introduce me to their new friends as we go into the club. The music is loud and hypnotic and seems to be originating from the walls, floors, and ceiling. My whole body is thumping to the base of the music. Lights are flashing and the place is packed. We look around, finally finding a little table back in the corner; it won't seat all of us, but I don't think we will be sitting very much to worry about having enough chairs. We grab it. I place my key on it, but keep my phone in my bra just in case Ian calls. We order some drinks and a pitcher of water. We dance our way out to the dance floor; it is wall-to-wall people out here. It is really cool though; there are lights in the floor, the ceiling and the walls flash to the beat of the music like the strobe lights on the ceiling. We all go out as a group and begin dancing together. Every once in a while, a guy will come up to dance with one of us, but most of the time we stay as a group. I'm not sure how long we are out there for but I have to sit down and cool off; I need my glass of water. I walk over to where Bridget and Ash are dancing, telling them I am going to go back to the table to get my glass of water and sit to rest for a while.

  At the table, I find my water and start to drink. After finishing the first glass, I pour a second glass and start drinking it down just as fast. It is so hot in the building that I feel like I am in a sauna. I must have drank my water too fast because all of a sudden I'm not feeling well; I know I am dehydrated. I get up quickly to walk to the restroom. I am starting to feel sick; I don't want to totally embarrass myself by getting sick on the floor. On the way to the restroom, my head starts spinning, the room begins to fade, and black spots dance in my eyes. I ca
n't figure out what is happening. Then I feel someone put their arm around my waist pulling me close and leading me out the side door by the restrooms. I try to see who it is, but everything is hazy. I try to pull back from him but he pulls me closer and begins pushing me to the door. I hear myself say, "NO, STOP!" But I don't know if it actually came out of my mouth. I can't figure out what is wrong with me; my body feels like dead weight and I can't move my limbs. He pushes me through the now open side door and the cool air hits me like a slap to my face. It wakes me up a bit but my vision is still hazy and my body is still sluggish. I start to fight the person that has me, but I have no strength; my body feels like a limp noodle. What is wrong with me? Why can't I move? I hear someone screaming; I think it is me. I feel my strength coming back a little more so I start to fight back. I start to kick and swing my arms, hitting anything that's around me, but the person is bigger and much stronger than I. I feel for a foot. I then stomp my four-inch stiletto heel right into the top of his. I turn to face him, strategically slamming my knee into his groin. He backhands me across the face so hard I see stars. He is pulling me down the alley as I keep screaming. My assailant tries to cover my mouth but I bite whatever he put close to my mouth, I taste something metallic; blood. He yanks his finger out of my mouth. I'm not going to be a victim again. "You fucking bitch!" he yells. I continue to scream when suddenly I am on the ground. I hear a commotion off to the side of me. My head still spinning and everything is still hazy. I turn my head but only see shadows and movement. I hear yelling, shouting, fists on skin; a fight. My head is throbbing now. I hear shouting.

  "What the fuck are you doing? Where do you think you're taking her?"

  "Dude! Stop hitting me; she wanted to hook up. Don't tell me you wouldn't tap that!"

  "What the fuck did you just say?" I can still hear fists pounding skin.

  That voice... Ian! "Ian! Ian? Help me, Ian... Please..." I cry out, feeling warm tears roll down my face.

  Then I feel arms around me as I flinch. "It's okay, baby girl. It's me. Ian. I have you now; you are safe." I'm still not able to see well.

  "Ian, what's going on? I don't feel well." I hear sirens in the background. I am beginning to shake.

  "Here, love." Ian places his jacket around my shoulders. Just the smell of Ian on the jacket makes me start to relax.

  Then I hear a voice... a voice of authority. I am asking what is going on. Ian stands back up. "Ian?" I cry out, afraid to be alone.

  "It's okay love. I called the police. I need to talk to them for a minute. I am right here, and I won't leave you. Okay?"

  "Okay," I sob as tears are still streaming down my face.

  "Miss Dane, can you hear me? I nod my head yes. "I am Officer Montgomery. Can you tell me what happened?"

  Not able to stop crying, I tell the officer what I could remember and how I ended up outside.

  "Parker? Parker!" Bridget's concerned voice comes rushing to me. "Parker, are you okay? What’s going on? Parker, I was so scared! One of the girls said they saw some guy pulling you out of the club."

  "I don't feel well. I need some water.” Within a couple minutes I'm handed a bottle of water. "Thank you.” My head is still hurting but my vision is coming back. Bridget is at my side with Ash behind her and Ian is squatting in front of me with a concerned look on his face. "Thank you, Ian. I can't even imagine what might have happened if you hadn't shown up." Ian kisses my forehead.

  "Hi, you must be Bridget. I've heard so much about you and your family. It's very nice to meet you. I wish it were in a better situation," Ian says.

  "Hi, Ian, it's nice to meet the man that stole Parker's heart. I never thought it would ever happen."

  "Ian, this is my boyfriend, Ash."

  "Nice to meet you, Ash. Parker has told me a lot about you too.”

  I finish telling the officer what happened and how I ended up outside. Bridget takes another officer into the club and shows him my glass, which he takes as evidence. The police arrest the guy that tried to abduct me. The ambulance arrives and they examine me. Knowing I had been drugged, they drew a blood sample. They also place an ice pack on the side of my face.

  "I think we need to go to the hospital and have you checked out," one of the paramedics states.

  "I really don't want to go to the hospital. I'm starting to feel better."

  "She will be coming home with me and I will be watching her, if that's okay." Ian explains. "If there is any change in her behavior or if she gets sick, I will bring her in myself."

  "Can you stand?" Ian asks, as he tries to help me stand up. I am really wobbly, but I'm slowly feeling better. "Let’s get you home."

  "I need my key," I say

  "I'll get it. Do you have anything else in there?"

  "No, my phone is in my bra. My debit card and ID are in my phone case. I left my key on the table." Ash goes back inside to get my key.

  Five minutes later, both Ash and Bridget return with my key. I give Bridget and Ash a hug goodbye as Ian picks me up before carrying me to his car. Placing kisses all over my face, he says "God, I was so scared! I am so glad I arrived when I did. If something would have happened to you, I don't know what I would have done. Do you know who the guy was?" Ian asks.

  "I really didn't get a good look at him, everything was so hazy."

  "How did you know where I was?"

  "I don't know, I was on my way to the condo and I had a feeling you were in trouble and looked down the alley and saw the guy hit you."

  Ian takes me back to his place; he parks and then carries me up to his condo, setting me on the chair in his en suite. He gets a cotton ball and begins pouring baby oil on it, placing it on my eyes to wipe my mascara and eye makeup off. As he pulls his hand away, I see his knuckles are all torn up.

  “Your hands!” I looked at his hands all split and bruised from fighting the guy that tried to abduct me. “I need to clean them for you and then you need to ice them.” I try to stand, but Ian pushes me back down on the chair.

  “I’ll be fine. My primary concern right now is you, and you need to rest.”

  He gives me my toothbrush with toothpaste on it, and I brush my teeth. I stand on wobbling legs to spit and rinse my mouth out. Ian is standing behind me in case I lose my balance. He helps me out of my clothes. As I lift the toilet lid, he helps me sit before leaving the room so I have privacy. Once I flush, he is back in the bathroom. I wash my hands as he lifts me up, carrying me to bed and kissing me again on the forehead. I look in his eyes and I can see the worry still in them.

  Ian pulls the blankets up over my shoulders then turns to walk out of the room. “Ian!” He stops, turning to look at me. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”

  “I need to get you some more ice for your face then I'm just going to make sure everything is locked up. I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.”

  Within a couple minutes, he is back. He crawls into bed, placing an ice pack on the side of my face then wraps me in his arms, kissing me and telling me he loves me.

  She was in a deep sleep when she awoke to the stench of a hot sweaty hand covering her mouth and nose. Frightened beyond measure, she struggled against her attacker, clawing at the hand covering her face with her heart racing. As she tried to wake from a sleepy haze she was suddenly aware he was looming over her in the darkness. He whispered in her ear, "Shh. Parker! Parker, you’re safe. You’re in my bed…It's Ian, love. You’re safe…” Ian wraps me tight in his arms as he continues to whisper in my ear that I’m safe.

  “Ian?”

  “You’re okay love! I’m here for you; you’re safe now.”

  “Oh God! Ian…” I begin to sob. “It was so vivid, so real.” It has been so long since I had a nightmare.

  Ian scoops me in his arms and begins cradling me like a baby; rocking me, kissing my hair, telling me how much he loves me. “I have you and you’re safe now.”

  I don’t know how long it took to finally fall asleep, but when I wake in the m
orning, I am still curled up on his chest with, his heartbeat beating a slow, steady rhythm. His arms still wrapped around me tight.

  I turn my head, placing soft feather-light kisses on his face. God, he is so beautiful!

  Chapter 25

  You Move Me, Baby

  Parker

  I try to carefully remove myself from Ian's arms. I know he couldn't have slept well. As I move, his grip on me grows tighter. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, his eyes still closed.

  "I need to use the bathroom, and you need to rest."

  "I expect you back here when you have finished," he says. "How are you feeling this morning?"

  “I’m okay, still just a little rattled.” I take his hands in mine. turning them so I can see his knuckles. “You should've let me take care of your hands last night." I pull them to my lips kissing each bruised and swollen knuckle.

  “You are more important than my hands. I am fine.” He puts his soft lips on mine, kissing me gently.

  We stay in bed most of the day.

  That evening we decide to stay in and watch movies. We are in the kitchen making popcorn when Ian questions, “Parker can I ask you something?”

  “Of course, you can ask me anything.” I look up at him.

  “Can I set up your GPS on your phone?” I stop what I am doing, looking up at him with a confused expression.

  “Why?”

  “Well, after these last few weeks I've realized how close I was to losing you, and it scares me. If they would have taken you…" His voice is almost a whisper. "I just want to be able to find you. I know that they were rare incidents, but… It’s not to track you or spy on you… I can hook mine up for you if you would like too.”

  “Ian, I would never think you were spying on me. I totally understand your fear. Yes, of course, if that will make you feel more comfortable, you can set it up. I know it is a great feature just to find my phone in case I lose it.” With that, I hand him my phone. “Thank you for caring for me.”