‘I think you think you can wish yourself out of this place. He might say no.’
She stuck her tongue out at him. ‘You’ll jinx me. Shut up.’ She was already dressed, her normal uniform, t-shirt, jeans, sneakers. Despite her cuts and bruises, she looked like his Isa again. She smiled at him.
‘Think of it this way,’ she went over to him and straddled him. ‘The quicker the doc says I’m healing, the quicker I get out of here…’ She leaned in and kissed him. ‘And the quicker you get some, soldier.’
His answering laugh was filthy, and she danced away from his arms. ‘Tease.’ She grinned and went into the bathroom to grab her wash-bag. When she came back, she saw his face had changed. He stared out of the window.
‘Sam?’ He looked at her and smiled, but she could see something in his eyes. ‘What is it?’
He held his arms out, and she went into them, perching on his lap. ‘What?’
He sighed. ‘Darlin’, I can’t know what’s going on your head, since the… But there’s no rush. I’m probably saying all the wrong things, but I can wait. Until, y’know, you are ready. However, long. And that’s not to say I don’t want you, I do...’ he grinned, ‘I really, really do. But you and I, it’s always been more than just sex. And we need to talk, properly about what’s happening between us. We need to have that talk.’
She crushed her mouth against his, hard, longingly and he could feel her tears on his cheeks.
‘I can’t even tell you…’ She broke down, and he tightened his grip.
‘No need for words. Not yet anyway.’
She smiled at him, nodded. ‘Just thank you.’ She kissed him again. He grinned.
‘No problem.’
‘Knock, knock.'
The doctor came in, Isa’s charts in his hand.
‘How are you today, Isabel?’
‘Very, very good.’ She looked at him hopefully. Sam grinned.
The doctor smiled at her. ‘Okay, I’m releasing you.’
Isa cheered, and the doctor laughed. ‘On the condition that you take it easy for a few days.’
Isa rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah yeah.’
‘Oh, she will.’ Sam was firm. ‘Thanks for everything, Doc.’
The doctor stood up to go. ‘For now, I’m going to reduce the dosage on your anti-depressants, just while you recover from the concussion.’
Isa frowned. ‘I’m not taking antidepressants.’
Dr. Field stopped, confused. ‘I’m sorry?’
‘I’m not taking anti-depressants.’
Sam and the doctor looked at each other.
‘Honey, they found them in your blood… I think it was…’ Sam raised his eyebrows at the doctor.
‘Effexor. A substantial dose.’
‘I swear; I haven’t been taking any.’ Isa was getting a little irritated.
‘Have you ever?’
‘Have I ever what?’
‘Been prescribed anti-depressants?’
‘No, never.’ She felt Sam’s hand tighten on hers. She squeezed back to reassure him. ‘You say there was this drug, in my bloodstream?’
The doctor nodded. ‘We just assumed, because of what Mr. Levy said you had been going through lately.’
Isa chewed her lip. ‘Doctor, would this drug… I mean, would it have any side effects? I mean, tiredness, forgetfulness?’
‘Has that been happening to you?’
She nodded. ‘How easy it is to get hold of it without a prescription?’
The doctor smiled uneasily. ‘I’m sure it’s available through less than reputable sources, why?’
‘How easy would it be to drug somebody without their knowledge?’
Sam made a disgusted noise. ‘Fuck.’
The doctor looked between them, worried. ‘Easily. I hope to hell that isn’t what happened.’
Sam stood up, his temper flaring. He walked over to the window, and Isa could see the tension rolling off him. She turned to the doctor.
‘I’m afraid that is what must have happened.’ She looked at Sam’s back, seeing how the muscles were bunched up in anger. ‘To put it bluntly, doctor, someone has been threatening to kill me. He’s broken into my home; god knows what else he’s done. This must have been him.’
‘But why?’
Isa smiled, exhausted. ‘I really don’t know.’ She sighed but held out her hand to the doctor and shook his. ‘Thanks for everything, really, I mean it.’
In the car on the way home, she put her hand on Sam’s thigh as he drove. He smiled at her.
‘You okay, baby?’
‘Wiped out, same as you.’
He slid his free hand over her belly. ‘Are you sore?’
‘Not so much,’ she entwined her fingers with his, ‘the doctor gave me some painkillers.’
Sam grinned over at her. ‘You got the good shit, huh?’
She laughed and the sound of it eased the tightness which had seemed to have settled permanently in his chest.
‘Hey,’ he said now, running his finger down her cheek, ‘when you’re better, I’m taking you away. A client of mine has an island – ‘
‘Show off.’
He grinned but continued undeterred. ‘You’ll be mad, but I’ve already talked to Sandy. Yes, I know…’ She made a face at him.
‘Sam, I’m never there as it is! It’s not fair to Sandy, to the college… oh, what’s the point?’ She slumped back in the seat, all fight gone from her. Sam glanced over at her still, frozen face.
‘You mad?’
She was quiet for a time then gave him a little smile. ‘I guess not. If I'm honest, the idea of going far, far away from here at the moment sounds like heaven.’ She squeezed his hand. ‘As long as you’re there with me.’
‘Every second. We both could do with a break.’
Sandy came to see her a few days later, and as they sat on her couch, she thought he looked different. She couldn’t place what it was until he was talking about his recent successful funding application.
‘Sandy… is that a new suit?’
Sandy, his kind face beaming, nodded. ‘Glad you noticed.’ He leaned forward conspiratorially. ‘I’ve been influenced by your boyfriend. How does a man look like that? All the time, too.’
Isa smothered a smile. ‘Makes the rest of us look bad, huh?’
Sandy rolled his eyes. ‘I’d thought I’d make an effort for once – not competing, honestly, because let’s face it, I’d lose.’ His words were said with a smile. Isa leaned over to hug him.
‘I wouldn’t change you for the world. Now, listen, I know Sam’s spoken with you…’
‘About the sabbatical? Yes, I told him it’s no problem. We’re at the end of the research cycle anyway. We can start again in the spring as he suggested.’
Isa was floored. A sabbatical? What happened to the two-week vacation? A sabbatical until the Spring? She looked out of the window at the gray winter clouds scuttling over the island and sighed. She had no doubt that Sam must have made a substantial ‘donation’ to make this happen; Sandy would never have let her take months off otherwise, nor should he.
But she just didn’t have it in her to fight this, however much her feminist sensibilities argued with her. For once, she would let Sam win. For once she would let him take care of her.
When Sandy had left, however, as she was drifting around her apartment, tidying things that didn’t need tidying, an idea came to her, and she started smiling to herself. She checked the clock – Sam would be back from work in an hour. She peeked out of the window at the security men he’d hired to watch over her when he wasn’t there. They were alert, scanning all the time for any potential threats. She grinned to herself. I hope you’re not easily shocked, she thought to herself. Sam was going to get the surprise of his life when he got home.
Sam closed the door to the eerily quiet apartment. ‘Isa?’ He put his briefcase down on the kitchen counter.
‘In here.’ He looked towards the bedroom, hearing her voice call him, soft, l
oving. He began to walk towards it, pulling at his tie, when he heard her speak again. ‘Leave your clothes on. All of them.’
He grinned. What was she up to? He opened the door to find her standing there, gloriously naked, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, covering her beautiful breasts. He could only stand there drinking her in, the breakneck curves of her hips, the soft swell of her belly, down to the dark triangle of hair covering her sex. Her skin was glowing, her eyes sleepily lust-filled as she walked slowly to him. She stood on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his. ‘Welcome home, my love.’
He reached for her, but she gripped his arms and pulled them down to his side, firm, decisive.
‘I…’ and she looked up at him from beneath the thick dark eyelashes he loved so much, ‘...am in charge now. No talking.’ She added as he opened his mouth to speak. ‘I get to do all the talking, Samuel.’ She nuzzled his neck, nipping at his earlobe with her teeth. Sam breathed her in, her fresh scent, her salt skin, the heady spice of her perfume. His cock twitched and jerked, the blood pulsing beneath his skin as she very slowly removed his tie, started to unbutton his shirt. She pushed the fabric apart and attacked him, her teeth latching onto his nipple, making him gasp at the quick pain, her fingers gliding down his abdomen to unbutton his pants. Sam closed his eyes as she freed his cock from his underwear, her little hands gripping the length of it as it hardened, sending waves of pleasure through him. He swayed when he felt her lips glide over the crest of it, her tongue teasing the tip. He felt bereft when she stopped, heard her speak.
‘Do you like that, Samuel?’
He nodded, his hands automatically reaching for her. Again, she pushed them down to his sides. He opened his eyes. Christ, she was beautiful, smiling up at him with that lazy smile.
‘You make me so wet,’ she whispered, and his cock stiffened painfully at her words, but he risked speaking.
‘You can’t yet… the doctor…’
She slid her fingers over his lips to silence him.
‘I know. But it’s not me that’s getting fucked tonight, Samuel.’ She ran her tongue up his chest to his throat, caught his mouth with hers. ‘It’s you…’
Moving quickly, she gripped his hips and shoved him onto the bed. Sam fell back hard and then she was on him, straddling him, wincing slightly at the pull on her tender abdomen.
‘Put your hands above your head.’ She had his tie in her hand and bound his wrists to the headboard. Sam felt his whole body respond to the feel of her skin on his. She smiled, slid down so she could grip his cock, her hands gently pulling and kneading the thickening shaft.
‘I’m going to make you come so hard, baby,’ and then her mouth was on him again, her tongue rimming the tip, lashing around the thickness of him. Sam groaned and bucked under her touch, the pleasure almost painful. He felt her start suckle at him, her cheeks hollowing and her hands fisting the root of him. His cock seemed to expand, swell beyond what he’d ever experienced. She took it deep into her mouth, working her tongue around it, grazing it lightly with her teeth, moving up and down the shaft, driving him wild with every movement.
‘Christ… Isa…’
He couldn’t help the scream as, unbelievably she made him harder still, so hard that he felt dizzy. Her hands went to his hips, her fingernails digging into his flesh almost painfully. He bucked, driving himself into her mouth harder and harder as she sucked, her tongue moving faster around the tip as he began to come, thick, hot spurts pumping out of him. He desperately wanted to fuck her, drive his cock into her sex but he couldn’t do anything as she used her whole body weight to pin his legs to the bed, his hands bound, completely at her mercy. He shuddered and groaned as the semen pumped into her mouth, the realization that she was swallowing him down, wanting to taste him, milk him making his heart swell with love. It seemed he would never stop coming under her touch, but when finally, he was spent and she smiled up at him.
‘You’re still hard, my darling.’ And he was, his cock still so sensitive under her touch, she slid up the bed to kiss his mouth, and with one hand, gripped the top of his cock, gliding the crest of it along the cleft of her sex.
‘Feel how wet I am for you, baby,’ and she was, sodden and juicy.
‘I want to touch you.’ He felt drunk on her, enchanted, possessed, obsessed by her. He wanted to put his cock into her, wanting to come inside her, fill her, nail her to the bed. He never wanted to move from this place. Isa smiled at his frenzied delirium, moving to rub his cock along her belly, circling her navel with the tip. He couldn’t stop staring as she dipped it into her navel, felt himself start to climax again, pumping the hot, sticky liquid onto her belly. He could see that turned her on and leaning over; she freed his arms. One hand went automatically to part her thighs, slide into the soft peach of her sex, caressing and kneading the small nub of her clitoris. She shivered with pleasure but kept a firm grip on his cock, moving around so he could touch her while she captured his long shaft between her pillowy soft breasts, moving her body, so it glided between them. Sam moaned and gripped her hips, burying his face in her sex, his tongue delving into her as deep as he could. He was very aware of not hurting her, but all he wanted to do was fuck her senseless. As he was reaching his peak again, she pulled away, her face flushed with pleasure. She moved so she could she could watch him as he came, as he bucked under her, spurting thick creamy liquid onto her skin. He was utterly powerless under her touch, and he could tell from the triumphant look on her face that was what she had intended. As he slowly came down from the impossible high, he pulled her to him, kissing her so deeply they were both soon gasping for air.
‘You’re incredible.’ He nuzzled her neck, sweeping his hands under the hair at the nape of her neck. Her soft lips found his again, and this time, the kiss was mellow, tender, melting, with every cell in his body aching for her. ‘God, I love you so much, Isabel Flynn.’
She grinned at him. ‘Isabel Eleanor Flynn.’
That confused him. ‘Huh?’
She smiled. ‘My middle name is Eleanor. I never told you that. Which brings me to my point. I’ll agree to your security men, you arranging a ‘sabbatical’ with my boss without consulting me…’ Sam grinned sheepishly at that one, and she playfully smacked his arm.
‘I’ll even agree to your luxury private island vacation – because I’m not insane, who would turn that down?’ She chuckled with him at that. ‘But here’s my condition.’
Her face grew serious, and Sam felt a prickle of unease as she continued. ‘All this, us, the gallery, the death threats, an unexpected pregnancy and we don’t even know each other’s middle names. We don’t know the dreams or hopes we had when we were kids or what it was like growing up, or where we grew up or… I could go on. We’ve never discussed…’ and her voice broke a little and she took a deep, shaky breath in. Sam tightened his arms around her, sensing she needed to say whatever was hurting her. She rested her cheek against his bare chest. ‘We’ve never discussed whether we want children.’ He felt her body relax after she said it. He pressed his lips to her forehead.
‘We can talk about that,’ he said slowly, ‘we can talk about anything you want to.’
She pulled away from him so she could study his eyes. ‘It might be painful.’
He smiled softly. ‘Probably. But God, it’s worth it. I want to know you, Isabel Eleanor Flynn. Every part of you.’
She grinned wickedly. ‘I think you know my parts pretty well.’ She leaned in to kiss him, running her tongue along the seam of his bottom lip. ‘I love you.’
His hands were on the back of her head then, holding her tightly as he kissed her, his mouth rough on hers. ‘God, I want to be inside you so badly.’
He felt her lips curve into a smile against his. ‘Soon, my Sam, soon.’
She was back. He smiled when he saw her through the window. He used the lens to zoom in on her. To him, seeing her injured, seeing her face, still bruised, the cuts still had butterfly stitches on them only made
her more beautiful, made him imagine how she would look when he killed her.
But for now, she looked happy. He frowned. Why wasn’t she crippled with terror? He hated the fact that something out of his control had nearly taken her away from him. He was the one who would end her life; him, and him alone.
His stomach twisted. The need to feel her blood on his hands was becoming overwhelming. But perhaps a lull in his campaign was what was needed. He began to smile. If she and Sam were allowed to relax, begin to believe that they would live happily ever after, the horror, the pain he would wreak on them would only be intensified. He closed his eyes and stuck his hand in his pants, picturing it now…
She tried desperately to push the knife away, but he was too strong. He had turned it around so now the blade curved up towards her. He put all of his weight on top of the blade, and she was no match. The tip of the blade pressed into her bare skin. Sam, bound tightly to the chair, was screaming through the gag in his mouth, his face terrified, grief-stricken.
He smiled as the blade tore into her belly again and again and her blood sprayed across his face. Isa was paralyzed by the pain. Sam was sobbing. As she lay dying, he stood and went to Sam. Grabbing Sam’s hair, he pulled his head back and drew the knife across his throat. Kicking the chair over, he arranged them, so they were facing each other, watching the other die. Sam screamed as he watched the life go from his love’s eyes…
He came grunting and sobbing, his semen pumping over his hand and he imagined, instead, that it was her blood, hot and viscous, as she bled out under his knife.
It was the most powerful orgasm of his life.
The tiny plane landed smoothly on the island’s runway, coasting to a stop at what could generously be described as a shack. Despite its simple construct, the airport terminal was staffed with kind and efficient staff and soon Sam and Isa were in the cab, their bags safely stowed in the truck. Isa noted how the staff greeted Sam like an old friend, slapping his back and laughing with him. Sam introduced her to some of them, and their friendly, merry faces made her smile as they made a fuss of her. Sam was obviously a frequent visitor, and with a pang, she wondered if he had brought any previous girlfriends to the island. She pushed the thought away and grinned at Sam as he squeezed her hand, his excitement written on his handsome face.
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