Remember Me

by Jo-Anna Walker

  Her pussy throbbed at the sense of pleading in his voice. Knowing it didn’t come often, she decided to give him what he wanted even if it was just for a little bit. She reached into his pants, freeing his straining erection. The velvety softness of his length set her blood on fire.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Stroke me hard, love.”

  She did as he demanded, moving her hand from base to tip.

  He released her mouth and wrapped his hand around her throat, inching the other up her inner thigh under the hospital gown. She panted and gasped when he brushed his fingers through her soaked folds.

  He smirked. “The sounds you make when I please you makes me hard.”

  Keisha whimpered and spread her legs as he pushed two fingers into her. “Oh God, Garrith.”

  “Ride my fingers. Taste what I’m going to give you later.”

  She moaned, squeezing his cock as she rocked her hips against his hand. “You feel so good.”

  Garrith brushed his nose along her nape, thrusting his fingers into her at a rough pace. “The things I want to do to you…”

  “Tell me,” she said, pinching the tip of his dick.

  His hips bucked. “I want to bend you over my lap and slap that delicious ass until you come.”

  Keisha’s body hummed as his words echoed through her. “What else?”

  “I want you kneeling on the floor, spread open for me, showing me that tasty pussy,” he replied huskily, pushing his fingers deeper.

  “More,” she moaned.

  Garrith licked up the side of her neck. “I want you naked, submitting to me, pet.”

  Her stomach flipped. “I’m yours, my love. To do with as you want.”

  He grabbed her jaw and turned her head to his. “Tell me.”

  She smiled. “I want you. Forever and always.”

  He smirked. “I know. Now,” he rubbed his thumb against her clit, sending a hot shiver racing down her spine. “As much as I want to come in your hand, I need you to stop.”

  Keisha frowned and let go of him. “But—”

  “You’re going to come and I’m going to swallow your scream,” he said, his eyes darkening.

  She nodded and cried out as his fingers sped up. He ran his tongue along the bottom of her lip, pumping into her hard. The gentle caress mixed with the rough thrusts of his fingers set off an explosion deep inside of her. She whimpered, shaking against him as he covered her mouth.

  “That’s it, love. Come against my fingers.”

  She moaned, moving her hips against him as he continued to rub her swollen clit. “I need more.”

  He released her and brought his hand up to his mouth.

  She watched as his pink tongue licked his fingers free of her juices.

  He groaned when he swallowed. “I’ll give you more. I’ll give you what your body craves and hungers for.”

  Keisha’s core throbbed. She couldn’t wait.

  ***

  Several hours later and more tests run by the doctors, Garrith and Keisha were finally discharged. Only having a couple bumps and bruises, no broken bones, thank God, the doctor seemed satisfied that they would be fine.

  Keisha smiled, remembering how Garrith couldn’t keep his hands off of her and the doctor had to demand that he leave the room.

  “What’s so funny, love?”

  Her heart skipped a beat at the deep voice in her ear. “Just remembering how you got in trouble.”

  He chuckled.

  She remembered him. A giddy laugh escaped her lips as she stared out the window of the cab.

  “I’ve missed that sound, kitten,” Garrith whispered against her neck.

  “I’ve missed you, my love.”

  He kissed her neck. “Do you feel that?”

  Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned back against him. “Feel what?”

  His hands brushed down her arms, her skin tingling under the soft contact. “The electric current flowing around us.”

  She let out a sigh as his hot breath brushed over her skin. Her core throbbed, needing him more than she ever thought was possible. She reached into his lap, squeezing his semi-hard cock.

  He bucked under her hold, growling in her ear. “Fuck, love.”

  She grinned and looked up at him. “I need you.”

  His blue eyes darkened by desire bored into hers. He smirked and pulled his wallet out of his pants as the cab came to a stop. He threw money at the driver and pulled her out of the vehicle.

  Keisha giggled and followed him up the steps.

  Garrith unlocked the door and before she knew it, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed with delight as he kicked the door shut and smacked her ass. Her body bloomed, remembering the feel of his hands on her over and over again throughout the years. But at that moment, it was different. Familiar and intense. She needed—

  A sharp swat on her rear made her yelp as she was thrown onto the couch. Before she could even process what was happening, Garrith crashed his mouth to hers. A moan escaped the back of her throat as he pushed his tongue between her lips.

  Keisha wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against his. “Please.”

  Garrith released her and trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck. “I wanted to take you to our room but I’m so fucking hard for you, kitten. I can’t wait.”

  “Don’t wait. I need you inside me,” Keisha said, reaching between them.

  He sat back on his hunches and flipped her onto her stomach, pushing her dress to her hips. The sound of a zipper lowering sent tingles racing down her back. Keisha panted and waited. Wetness coated her center in bated anticipation.

  He leaned down to her nape and kissed her neck before holding her hand. “Remember to safeword if needed.”

  She nodded. She wouldn’t need to safeword. She needed him so bad, he could do anything he wanted and she would give in. Willingly.

  She lifted her hips at the same time as he thrust into her hard. She gasped, reveling in him in her again after what had seemed like forever.

  Garrith stopped and groaned. “Fuck, kitten, you’re so tight.”

  Keisha pushed back. “Please, my love. I need you rough.”

  He lifted her onto all fours and squeezed her hips. “Ready?”

  She licked her lips. “Yes. Give me all of you.”

  He growled and pushed into her, filling her to the hilt. “I’m going to make it so you never forget me again.”

  Keisha whimpered. Oh God, he felt good.

  He gave her what her body craved, what she needed, but she still felt like something was missing. A part of her needed more. She needed to give him more.

  Her body tensed as she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. A tingle spread from her core, slowly brewing through her body.

  Her mind reeled. Her heart was heavy. Although she got her memory back, she still felt off. She thought everything was fine. The doctors gave her a clean bill of health but now—

  “Love, what’s wrong?” Garrith asked, loosening his hold on her hips.

  Tears welled in her eyes at the concern in his voice and although her mind wanted him to stop, to talk, her body deceived her and erupted into a small explosion of ecstasy. She cried out.

  He rained kisses on her shoulders and slowed his movements. “Where did you go?”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat, her heart beating hard. “Please. Don’t stop,” she panted.

  “You just came even though you clearly wanted to stop. Why didn’t you safeword?” he asked, his deep voice dripping with disappointment.

  Tears ran down her cheeks, a sob escaping her lips. “I’m sorry. I…”

  Garrith rolled to his side and wrapped a blanket around them, pulling her against him. “Color?”

  Keisha sighed, curling into him. “Yellow.”

  “Talk to me,” he demanded.

  She didn’t know what was wrong and she sure as hell didn’t know how to explain it.

  ***
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br />   Garrith felt Keisha slipping away from him right before his very eyes. His blood boiled that she would close off on him again but he had to be patient. She just got her memory back and then he brought her home and fucked her. Nice job, asshole.

  “Do you feel I took advantage of you?” If she wasn’t going to give him answers, then he would just ask until he found what he was looking for.

  Keisha’s head snapped up. “No. Not at all. I was just as bad and I’m sorry.”

  He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Now that you remember everything, it’s all a little overwhelming isn’t it?”

  She nodded and chewed her bottom lip. “How did you know?”

  He smiled. “Love, I know you better than I know myself. I have you ingrained in my skull.”

  She sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong. Honest. I can’t explain it.”

  Garrith placed a soft peck on her lips before holding her against him.

  His heart was heavy. His stomach clenched with unease. A part of him had assumed that once she got her memory back, everything would be fine and they could go back to the way things used to be. Back to their old selves, but he was wrong. Clearly.

  They still had a lot of work to do to mend their relationship. He just prayed they both had the patience for it.

  Chapter 21

  “How are you feeling?”

  Keisha turned to the deep smooth voice of Dr. Santos, her psychiatrist. Her heart gave a start when she met his dark gaze. Although he was a doctor, she could sense the same dominating air about him that Garrith had but he was more…intense. Dr. Santos didn’t look like your typical doctor. He had a tattoo under his left ear and his head was shaved in a buzz cut.

  Her cheeks heated when he caught her staring.

  “I know it’s only been a couple of days since your memory came back,” his eyes warmed, “but tell me what’s been going on.”

  Her blood pounded in her ears as she tried to find the right words. Maybe this was a bad idea. After she and Garrith had attempted to make love when they got home from the hospital, things had been off. Different. Something was wrong and she couldn’t figure out what.

  “Keisha.”

  She looked away, staring out the window of Dr. Santos’ office. Garrith. God, she missed him. Even though she now lived with him again and she’d spent as much time as possible with him, her heart ached. He hadn’t even tried to touch her again. What is wrong with me?

  A lump formed in her throat and she swallowed past it, trying to gain control of herself.

  “Keisha,” Dr. Santos said, his voice firm. “Eyes on me.”

  She swallowed past the hard lump and wanting to fight the urge to look at him, she couldn’t. Something deep inside of her told her to look at him. Listen to him. Garrith.

  Her gaze met his of their own accord.

  Dr. Santos’ mouth twitched at the corners. “Tell me.”

  “Something’s off. I feel like my boyfriend and I aren’t connecting anymore. Even though I remember everything about him, about us…” her cheeks heated, her stomach tumbling. She was surprised at what she had blurted out. She chewed her bottom lip and hesitated.

  Dr. Santos nodded, encouraging her to go on.

  “I love him. With all of my heart and more.” Tears welled in her eyes and she angrily wiped them away.

  “But?”

  She huffed, crossing her arms under her chest. “I don’t know if I can give him everything he needs.”

  As soon as the words left her lips, realization dawned on her, slapping her in the face. Even though she and Garrith ventured into the BDSM lifestyle together, it was now a part of him. Probably always was but he just didn’t know it. It was etched deep into his being. He had always been dominating but now, he was able to take control of it. Use it to please both of their cravings and desires.

  “Keisha,” Dr. Santos’ voice softened. “You can’t expect everything to go back to the way it was right away.”

  She knew that but she could still hope. She wasn’t a patient person but Garrith had taught her that waiting was well worth it in the end.

  “Anticipation, baby. You will hate the word.”

  In the beginning she did but now she craved it.

  She let out a deep sigh. “It’s not going to go back to the way it was at all. Ever.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Why do you say that?”

  Her cheeks heated. God, she was doing a lot of blushing lately. She was never this shy when it came to sex or talking about it. She was adventurous, more so than Garrith, but he had loved it and her exhibitionist ways.

  She couldn’t tell the doctor about their lifestyle. Not that she was ashamed. She wasn’t. She just never said it out loud before. She and Garrith “played” but she never met others like them. She didn’t know how Dr. Santos would react if she told him about their unconventional sex life.

  “Let’s just say things are different,” she said, not wanting to give too much away. She didn’t want him to judge her. She did enough of that on her own.

  “Care to elaborate?” he asked, his pen moving along the pad of paper on his lap.

  “Not really,” she mumbled.

  “I’d like to set up another appointment.”

  Keisha wrung her hands in her lap. “Is something wrong with me?”

  His dark gaze searched her face. “Not at all. You’ve been through trauma. Lost your memory for over six months. Got in an accident and your memory just came back. That’s a lot to take in in under a year.”

  With a shaky hand, she scrubbed it down her face. “I just…I want it back. Us. Him.” She sighed in frustration. “I wasn’t going to come see you but he told me to.”

  Dr. Santos nodded. “Next time, I want to see you both.”

  Keisha laughed. “Yeah, like that’ll happen.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  Because she knew Garrith. He didn’t like talking, especially to a stranger. “He won’t talk.”

  “That’s fine. Him just being here might help.”

  “Well, he is picking me up. Maybe he can join us today?” she asked, her stomach churning with anxiety.

  Dr. Santos rose to his full height and walked to his desk. He flipped through a couple of pages in his book before turning back to her. “My schedule is free.”

  Her heart thumped. “Okay.” Her phone buzzed, letting her know that Garrith had arrived. She sent him a quick text back, asking him to join them. Pressing send, she threw her phone in her bag and curled her feet under her. This was a bad idea.

  “Here.”

  She looked up as a water bottle came into view. “Thank you.”

  He nodded once and went back to his desk when a heavy knock sounded on the door.

  A flutter of unease erupted through her body. Why did she agree to this?

  “Come in,” Dr. Santos said.

  The door opened and her gaze instantly met Garrith’s. She smiled. Her heart skipped a beat at the warmth in his beautiful blue eyes. He smirked and stepped into the room.

  “I’ll be with you in a moment,” Dr. Santos said from his desk.

  Garrith frowned and turned to him.

  Dr. Santos rose to his full height and took a step towards him. “Sorry. I’m Dr.—” He stopped when his gaze landed on Garrith’s face. “Santos,” he finished and held out his hand.

  Garrith’s jaw clenched as he returned the handshake. “It’s nice to meet you,” he bit out.

  Keisha looked between the two large men. A dominating sense of power encircled them as the tension built in the small room.

  “Likewise,” Dr. Santos responded.

  Garrith let go of his hand and sat on the couch beside her, placing his arm around her shoulders. She sighed as his thumb brushed the side of her neck. His body was tense, his gaze staying on the doctor as he sat in the chair in front of them.

  Keisha raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”

  “I don’t know. Why don’t we ask t
he good doctor?” Garrith grumbled.

  Dr. Santos chuckled. “I never thought I’d see this day.”

  “Shut it, fucker.”

  Keisha gaped. “Do you know each other?”

  Garrith scratched his jaw. “Unfortunately.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”

  Dr. Santos laughed and brushed a hand over his shaved head. “Well this is awkward. But I’m a professional.” His face hardened. “Talk.”

  ***

  Fucking Matteo Santos. Dr. Santos.

  Garrith couldn’t believe his luck. Of all the doctors in the world, he had to be Keisha’s shrink. He had known the guy was a doctor but didn’t know what field he practised in.

  This was great. Just great.

  A fucking sadist for a shrink. The world hated him. Downright shitty, if you asked him.

  “Talk,” Matteo demanded.

  Garrith’s back stiffened. A Dom did not demand things from other Doms. It just didn’t happen. So not cool.

  A warm hand landed on his knee and he looked down into the greenest eyes he had ever seen.

  Keisha smiled up at him, apology written all over her face. “I didn’t know.”

  She didn’t. How could she? Her kissed her forehead and turned to Matteo. “I don’t care if you’re her fucking shrink—”

  “Psychiatrist,” Matteo corrected.

  He glared. “You need to tell her who you are.”

  “I am a professional. My personal life is none of my patient’s business.” He looked at Keisha. “No offense.”

  “None taken,” she mumbled.

  “Wouldn’t this be a conflict of interest?”

  Matteo smirked. “Nope. You’re not my patient and I’m off the clock but you will talk.”

  Garrith rolled his eyes. “Like hell I will.”

  “How long have you known me, Garrith?” Matteo asked, sitting back in his seat.

  Too long. “Almost ten years.”

  Matteo nodded. “Were you two together when you met me?”

  “No.” Garrith’s mind took him back to that night years before. He would have drunk himself stupid if his cousin, Rikki, hadn’t stopped him.

  “What did I tell you when we first met?” Matteo crossed an ankle over his opposite knee, glancing at Keisha every so often.