by A. Anders
Lucy wasn’t sure but she was getting the impression that Cristiano didn’t like being around so many gay men. The topic had never come up between them but Lucy could certainly guess where his dislike came from. He had described his hometown as small and rural. He has spent much of his young life as a cowboy in Spain. Spanish culture was very traditional and Lucy assumed that that meant it was a little homophobic. Certainly Cristiano couldn’t be blamed for a gut reaction. At least, she wasn’t going to blame him.
Lucy, however, had chosen to live in West Hollywood for reason. She could party with gay guys all night. And it didn’t hurt that so many of them were so freaking hot. Cristiano’s closed-minded attitude was eventually going to have to change. First things first, though.
The couple found a spot on the grass at West Hollywood Park and sat down.
“Would you like some wine? It’s a burgundy. It’s your favorite.”
Lucy had learned that Cristiano usually responded positively whenever she mentioned that something was his favorite. Considering that those moments were among the few positive reactions she got from him, she could be excused for embellishing from time to time.
For example, he had never told her that Burgundy was his favorite wine. Once while at his place, she had gone to the kitchen to get something to drink and had spotted a bottle on the counter. So, it might not have been his favorite but he had to like it enough to have purchased it. Considering that Lucy was struggling to make a connection with Cristiano, purchasing a burgundy was close enough.
With the bottle gone and the finger sandwiches eaten, Lucy stretched out laying her head on Cristiano’s waist. She laid tentatively waiting for him to pull away. He didn’t. In fact, he rested his hand on her head and slowly stroked her hair.
“I always love it when you do that,” she said honestly.
Lucy didn’t look at him but she knew the implication of his automatically stroking her hair. This was a sign that at least a few of his memories were coming back. Lucy considered that and then entertained a thought that wouldn’t go away.
There was still one thing that Lucy hadn’t told Cristiano and it was something big. Lucy hadn’t told him that he had his own apartment filled with stuff.
Yes, Lucy had considered that being surrounded by all of his possessions might have sparked his memory. But the doctor wasn’t definitive. He had said that anything might bring back his memory. So if anything could, why not keep him close and not give him an easy way to leave her?
And yes, Lucy also realized how self-centered this was. She knew she was taking a gamble. But if his memory came while he was living at her place then her decision would be no harm done.
If it didn’t, however, and he learned that there was something obvious she could have done to help him, he might get quite upset. Now that three days of living with her hadn’t brought anything back, Lucy was thinking that it was time to come clean before too much time had passed.
“You know, there’s somewhere else I can take you that might help to jog your memory.”
“Really? Where is that?”
Lucy didn’t have to look at him to know the affect her suggestion had on him. Anything that promised a link to his past always drew his full attention.
“You have an apartment that’s separate from mine,” she admitted casually.
Cristiano’s response wasn’t as casual. He pulled himself from under her forcing her to sit up and look at him.
“I have my own place?” He asked confused.
His intense excitement worried her.
“Yes.”
“Then why haven’t you taken me to it before?”
Lucy wasn’t sure what to say. ‘Because I’m a selfish bitch who’s scared of losing you,’ she imagined herself saying. “Because the doctor said that I should take care of you and my place should have sparked as many memories as your own,” she lied.
“But, still, how could you keep that from me?” He asked getting upset.
“I wasn’t keeping anything from you. I didn’t want to overwhelm you. What if I had taken you there on the first day and it caused you to take a step backward?”
“A step backwards from what? I already couldn’t remember my own name. How much further back could I get?”
Lucy saw that he was upset and that she was in trouble. She didn’t know how to fight against that. “I’m sorry. I made a judgment call that I thought was right for us. I can take you there now if you want. I have the key.”
Cristiano thought about it a moment and then, to her surprise, shook his head. “No, maybe we should go tonight.”
Lucy stared at Cristiano. “Are you remembering something?”
“I’m not sure. I just think it might be better if we went later.”
“That’s not a problem. We could definitely go later,” she said feeling relieved that he wasn’t desperate to go right away. “Would you like another cookie? These are your favorite,” she told him having no idea if they were.
Cristiano looked at Lucy suspiciously. Taking the cookie he popped it into his mouth. Chewing it he examined all of the flavors as they danced over his tongue. He gave no smile of recognition and instead furrowed his brow in doubt.
Later that night when the two arrived at Cristiano’s apartment, Lucy opened the door ushering Cristiano in. He walked in slowly. Looking around, he wasn’t sure what to make of what he was seeing. Nothing looked familiar but he had a sense of familiarity he never got at Lucy’s condo.
“What do you think? Is anything coming back to you?” She asked hoping that she hadn’t been the cause of his continued amnesia.
Cristiano didn’t answer. Instead he walked to the far wall and stared at a painting.
“You told me you got that in Mallorca. The bull is a symbol of Spain and the seashells in the outline of the bull are supposed to represent that Mallorca is an island.”
“I think I remember buying this. I seem to remember an art gallery.”
Lucy felt bad for feeling relieved by his faulty memory. “Actually, you told me about when you purchased it. You were very proud of the story. You told me that you were looking for a painting while you are traveling and on the last day of your trip, you were in Mallorca.
“You said that you were walking up the stairs of the famous church and there at the top was a painter selling his paintings with his wife. You said you fell in love with his work immediately and purchased five paintings on the spot. You might have been embellishing on the story when you told me but I don’t think you got them in a gallery.”
Cristiano turned and stared as Lucy with surprise. He almost looked relieved. “So I told you about this trip?”
“Yes. Here are the other paintings you purchased.” Lucy guided him around the walls of his apartment. “You always said that this one was your favorite.”
Cristiano stared at the paintings mesmerized. “This was my favorite? Why?”
Lucy smiled. “To be honest, I don’t know. To me it just looks like a ripoff of Picasso and Salvador Dali.”
“Who are they?”
“They’re famous Spanish painters.”
“Oh, okay. What else can you tell me about the stuff here?” Cristiano asked looking around hopefully.
“Ummm…” Lucy looked around the room. “Oh. I can tell you that you made the frames for those paintings. You also made that bench,” Lucy said pointing to a dark wood, 8-foot long bench that stood against the wall opposite the kitchen.
“So, I’m a carpenter?”
“I don’t know if you would consider herself to be a carpenter. But you are very good at working with your hands. You can fix practically anything and you’re always very excited to tackle something new. You are very much a man’s man,” she said with a smile.
Her last statement didn’t elicit a smile back from Cristiano. In fact, a look of doubt once again overtook his face. Lucy didn’t know what to make of that.
She was being honest. One of the things that had impressed her about him w
as just how much of a traditional guy he was. He used to work as a cowboy for goodness sake. How much more of a man’s man could anyone be?
“What else here can you show me?” He asked dismissing her comment.
Lucy looked around the room trying to think of anything else. Cristiano didn’t have a lot of knickknacks sitting around. There was a standing lamp, a TV dinner tray, and a few items on the dining room table that looked to come out of a small engine of some type. There were pots on the stove and dirty dishes by the sink. Lucy opened the cupboards and fridge hoping something would come to mind but nothing did.
Instead, leading Cristiano to the bedroom, Lucy entered and looked at the bookshelves. Cristiano followed behind her and retrieved one of the books.
“Did I read this?” Cristiano asked leafing through the pages.
“I’m not sure. We never talked about it. I’ve never seen you read anything,” she told him. And although it was true, what was also true was that their relationship was mostly sexual. At no time did Cristiano stop fucking her to retrieve a book and retire to the living room.
“I’m not sure but I think I read this book.”
Lucy approached him taking hold of his hand to see the cover. The title was in Spanish.
“What is the book called in English?” She asked.
“It means something like a magician. It’s someone who can turn anything into gold.”
“Hmmm, what’s the book about?”
“I don’t remember. But there’s something about it that seems familiar.”
Having heard that, Lucy suddenly felt insecure. The last thing she wanted was for him to think that she had kept him from so many familiar objects. She needed to prove that she was someone who knew and cared about him. Scouring the bureau and then opening a few drawers she found nothing that would help.
Next moving to the closet she spotted something that she had a connection to. “I bought you this shirt,” she said pulling it out and showing Cristiano. He made no move towards it. “You look very good in it,” she said eliciting no response from him.
Putting it back she went looking for something else. In the back of the closet she found a large black bag. It looked like a bag that one would get at an expensive leather store. Withdrawing it she found things that were all too familiar to her. She blushed as she looked back at Cristiano.
“What is it?” He asked intrigued by her reaction.
Lucy picked up the bag and placed it on the bed. She was unable to stop smiling. “It looks like our bag of toys.”
Cristiano stepped over and went through the bag. The first thing he pulled out was a crop. He held it firmly knowing exactly what to do with it.
“Toys? How do you mean?”
Lucy couldn’t help but feel turned on by the image of Cristiano holding the crop. It had been days since they had had sex and it felt way overdue. She moved next to him allowing her breasts to brush against his arm as she explained.
“We like to play games,” she said with a smile.
“What type of games?”
Lucy was feeling bolder. “Games where you would tell me to get naked and then you would discipline me for being a bad girl.”
Cristiano looked down at the crop and then up at Lucy. “Are you a bad girl?”
Lucy felt the space between her legs tighten. She was excited, not just sexually but with anticipation. What always made the sex with Cristiano so much fun was that she never knew what to expect. Now, here they were as if they were strangers dancing around a first sexual encounter. Was this leading to something more? Lucy didn’t know but she hoped so.
“Yes, I’m a bad girl.”
“And, what happens to bad girls?” He asked as if it wasn’t a question.
“They get spanked,” she said needing to swallow mid-sentence.
Cristiano’s face was stern. He looked around the room scanning everything at his disposal. With a full accounting, he looked back at Lucy who stood ready to submit to his will.
“Undress,” he commanded.
Lucy’s breath quickened as she did what she was told. First removing her shirt she quickly reached around her back to unlatch her bra. Lucy watched Cristiano closely as the garment hit the ground. She was looking for recognition or delight. She got neither getting instead his unyielding glare.
Unbuttoning her pants she unzipped it and pulled it down to her ankles. Stepping out of them she stood in front of Cristiano looking for approval. She felt like a little girl standing in front of her teacher.
“Undress,” he repeated in a deep booming voice.
She complied by sticking her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pushing them down. Once completely naked Cristiano gave her a look of satisfaction. It wasn’t much but it excited her to see.
Cristiano turned seeing the railing extending from one of the bedroom walls. “Grab the railing and bend over,” he ordered her.
Lucy’s heart beat uncontrollably. She didn’t know what was going to happen next. Again doing what she was told, her shaking hands took hold of the railing and she spread her legs extending her ass.
Cristiano took his time moving over to her. Standing beside her he rested his hand on her shoulder. It was with his full irresistible strength that he pushed her down leveling her back to the ground. Still dressed, he touched the crop’s leather to the tender skin of her lower back. Slowly moving it around, the cool leather descended settling on the meaty part of her rump.
“Have you been a bad girl?” He asked his voice unwavering.
“Yes, Sir.”
Cristiano lifted the crop and returned it with a smack. The concentrated force sent a bolt of electricity through Lucy’s body. She was both unprepared for it and quenched by its tantalizing bite. She yelped in reply.
“Have you been a bad girl?” He asked again.
“Yes, Sir,” she said more confidently.
He smacked her again and this time harder. The sensation took her breath away. She wanted more of it even as the sting pulsed across her ass.
Cristiano stretched his free hand under her chest and wrapped his large fingers around her breast. Leaning down he placed his lips next to her ear.
“Since I have lost my memory, have you ever lied to me?”
Lucy, who had closed her eyes, popped them open with surprise. Leaning over naked with her legs spread she felt more vulnerable than she had in her life. What was going on? She didn’t know, but having submitted to his will all she could do was be honest.
“Yes,” she said suddenly repentant.
When the crop left Lucy’s ass it’s returned with force. Suddenly this didn’t feel like a game. She felt scared, not for her safety, but for her future with the man that she loved. Unexpectedly, her fear turned her on even more.
“You said that that cookie was my favorite. Was it?”
Lucy swallowed. “No, Sir.”
The crop returned to her ass with great power. Lucy instinctually moved to stand up, but Cristiano’s free hand pushed her back down.
“Do you know what my favorite cookie is?”
“No, Sir,” she said before getting spanked again.
“Did we have plans to move in together once we got engaged?”
“We never really talked about it, Sir,” she said receiving another smack.
As Cristiano disciplined her, he also returned his hand to her breast. He massaged it. The pleasure of his touch blended with the pain of his crop sending her body to sensual heights.
“Did I actually ask you to marry me?” He asked his hot breath washing over her ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
He gave her another swat. “Did I?”
“Yes, Sir. I promise.”
Cristiano brushed the leather across her ass in reply. It was as soothing as she was turned on.
“Then, tell me, why is it that you don’t know very much about me,” he asked massaging her breasts and caressing her ass.
Lucy didn’t know want to say. The crop disconnected f
rom her and returned with more force than it had all night. She squealed as her knees buckled. Bouncing up and down, she stopped when she felt the tip of the crop pin her in place.
“I said, why is it that you don’t know very much about me?”
Lucy sweat overcome with indecision. She didn’t want to say. The crop hit her ass again.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“Because all we ever did was have sex. It was all I ever wanted to do,” she admitted as her body shook with fear.
“Do you mean that all I did was fuck you?” He asked coldly.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Is that what you like? You like to be fucked?” He rumbled in her ear.
“Yes, Sir,” she said burning for his cock.
The crop left her ass and she heard his zipper lower.
“You mean you like to get fucked like this?”
With that, Cristiano’s large hand left her breast and slid around gripping her waist. The large knob of his cock quickly found her dripping opening. He started by slowly prying her lips apart, but once his head had entered he thrust himself into her mercilessly.
Lucy flinched trying to stand up but Cristiano forced her back down. With her knees wobbling, Cristiano withdrew his thick member and slammed it back in. She felt helpless to his will and the feeling set her loins on fire.
Reaching forward Cristiano wrapped his hands around her neck. It made his thrusts more powerful. Lucy felt like there was nowhere she could go and nothing she could do to resist him. He possessed her. Feeling his groin slapped continuously against her now tender ass she slipped towards orgasm.
Without warning, Cristiano released her neck and wrapped both of his large hands around her round waist. As she held onto the railing, he lifted her legs off the ground. He never removed his cock from her pussy. As a big girl, Lucy wasn’t used to being picked up so easily. She couldn’t believe that he could carry her and in response refused to release the railing.
