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  “Oh, my god.” I say in a heavy breathy tone.

  “Are you okay Amelia?” Lucas asks in a hushed sexy tone.

  “Yes.” I moan as he licks the outside of my panties. The fabric cools against me as he leans back and grips my panties by the sides. As he slides them down my legs, he gives an erotic moan as he stares at me. No one has ever seen me naked, nor touched me in this way. I want to cover myself up, and yet, I don’t.

  His breath is upon me again. He places a kiss above my mound, leaning in. To me, it seems as if he’s taking in my scent like an animal would. Is this what sex does, turn you into an animal?

  Suddenly, I feel his tongue exploring my folds. My body is on fire as my legs tremble. I grab a handful of his hair and wrap my legs around his head, as a tremor courses through my body. “I can’t breathe if you do that.” Lucas stops and looks at me with a heated gaze.

  Lucas stands and walks to his dresser. He opens a drawer and looks over at me, “do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  He walks back towards me with something in his hands. “Move to the center of the bed, grab the headboard.” I move as gracefully as I can, quick as possible. “I want to explore you and your body.” He crawls up my body and straddles me. He shows me the belt that is in his hand. “I’m going to use this to keep your hands up here.”

  After securing me to the headboard, he kisses his way down my body. “I can’t have you suffocating me with these incredibly sexy legs Amelia.” His hungry gaze is locked with mine. “If I use rope, will it scare you?”

  Will it scare me? Right now, I don’t think anything would. In a breathless heated whisper, “No.”

  Lucas grins and jumps off his bed. He walks back from his closet with a corded-up rope. “This is a dynamic rope, my former room-mate left it. It stretches some. I won’t tie it tight. Just enough to keep your legs apart.” He’s already securing my ankles with the rope.

  He steps back from the bed looking down at me. He moans as he rubs his hand across his crotch. “You have no idea how damn hot you look right now.” He reaches up and grabs his shirt up over his head. I take in every detail as his muscles move. The way his arms flex as he pops his jean button, then he slides them down and kicks them off. Up until now, I’ve only felt him through our clothes, but now, I can see him. All of him!

  I bite my lip as I look at how large he is. My body shifts on the bed as I think of what he is going to do to me. The warmth between my legs is spreading in anticipation. Lucas leans down and begins kissing my thighs again, making his way to my core.

  “Oh, my god!” He licks me. There. I don’t know why, but oh it felt so good. My hips gyrate up as he continues licking, sucking, exploring my folds. His strong hands are cupping my hips, but he brings one hand down, then I feel it. “What is that?” I try to look down at what he’s doing.

  “My fingers.” He mumbles, not taking his mouth off me. Lucas is now exploring inside me with his fingers. I didn’t know you were able to do that. This is not what my doctor does. His fingers are pumping in and out of me. Faster and faster as his tongue plays with my pleasure button, my clit. “Oh shit!”

  An explosion has occurred through my body, my hips are twitching up off the bed, I try to pull my arms down, but instead I feel the bite of the leather holding them in place. I try to bring my legs up, but they have resistance which enables me from bringing them up to wrap around Lucas' head. “OH, MY LUCAS!” I shout as my breath leaves me and I’m in a cloudy starry dream as my chest is being beaten by my rapid heartbeat.

  I feel my legs being lifted and rubbed as I open my eyes. Lucas is staring at me with an intense hunger. He leans down placing a kiss on my belly, working his way to my breasts, where he lingers. Lavishing each nipple to a wet tormented peak.

  He leans up and opens a wrapper. I watch as he slides a condom down his length, which looks even bigger now. God, I want that in my mouth. Where did that come from? I’ve never…

  “Amelia, I can’t wait any longer.” Lucas whispers in my ear. I feel him pressing at my entrance. “I’ll go slow, tell me if it’s too much.” He groans, as do I when he enters me.

  “Oh wow! WOW!” I stammered as he fills me with a slight pinch. Lucas unhooks the belt from my wrists.

  “Are you okay?” He asks in a hushed concerned tone.

  All I can do is nod my head as I bring my arms around his neck. Slowly he begins to move inside me. My eyes roll as an immense heat courses through me from my core. I’m trying to process all these new feelings as Lucas lightly bites the side of my neck. My hips begin to move in rhythm with his, I run my hands through his hair and grab a handful with a slight tug.

  Lucas moans. Damn, it sounded so sexy! He speeds his pace and places his hands under my shoulders, grabbing them, pushing them down with each of his thrusts. Our breathing is heavy, our hearts racing when I feel it. What is that? An explosion in my core has sent my body tingling and clenching around him. Warmth is gliding down my thighs as Lucas thrusts one, two, but three times before he roars, “AMELIA!”

  I could keep looking at him, but I’ve gotten myself all worked up. I feel the heat and moisture between my legs. His chest hair is beckoning to be touched by my fingers.

  Just as I run my fingers through his hair, a small smile appears on his face.

  “Mmmm!” he moans.

  “Wakey-wakey!” I giggle.

  “Wakey-wakey you say? Shouldn’t there be more to that saying?” he groans and grabs me, he moves to be on top of me.

  Giggling I say, “like what?”

  “How about: wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey!” he chuckles.

  “Bakey, hmmm! I’ll think about that.” I say teasingly.

  Lucas is laying above me. He has his hands in my hair, my hands are on his shoulders. He leans in and whispers, “how is it that you are full of energy this morning? Hmm, didn’t you get worn out last night?”

  Oh my, yes, I am worn out. I’ve been worn out for a couple of weeks now. But there’s something about him that gets me excited. I suppose it’s because I keep remembering our first night together.

  “Well, I had this amazing night, then the most amazing dreams all night long. I dreamt of you all night long and then when I awoke, you were lying beside me looking very appetizing.”

  “Appetizing? Should I take that as a compliment or are you wanting me to feed you?”

  “Both. I want you to feed me, but not food.” I say while biting my lip. I’ve never been this bold before. Seriously, how do you just say these things, but here I am saying them to Lucas.

  “Oh God!” he moans while rubbing his nose up and down my own nose. “I never would have thought words like those would be coming out of your mouth. I’m not complaining! I’m just wondering what else is waiting to come from those sweet lips.”

  “Well, you better stick around to find out.”

  “I plan on it. I’m never leaving your side.” He sits back a little and looks into my eyes very seriously, “I mean it, Amelia. I never want to be without you. Whenever I think of my future plans or talk about them, you’re in them. I know it’s only been 3 months, but I’ve never felt a connection like this.”

  As I stare into his blue eyes, I’m at a loss for words. I don’t want to mess up and say the wrong thing. Well maybe not the wrong thing, but I want it to be just as romantic. I am in love with him, but he hasn’t said it yet. And this is NOT the time to say it.

  “I know what you mean. The first time you held my hand on our date, there was something. I didn’t want you to stop holding it. The more we talk and laugh with one another, I never want that to end. I want this always. The way I feel when I’m with you, I never want this to end.” I finally say, but I want to shout, ‘I LOVE YOU!’. But I don’t because it’s too soon.

  Lucas’ smile broadens. There’s a gleam in his eyes and he’s positioned between my legs. He runs his fingers through my hair and positions my head to not move.

  “This is always, my Amelia.” He whispers
as he slowly enters me. He kisses me tenderly. “I want this always.”

  Fifteen years, three months

  I’VE BEEN BUSY these last two months. Between classes and working, I never have any down time. Today, though, I have to try. Finally, I have a weekend off. No school work, no clients. Just myself and I’m trying to enjoy this.

  So, what did I do? Coffee. I went and got coffee, and now I’m wandering around the bookstore. Not sure why. I don’t have time to read, at least not recreationally. Everything I read is for school. I want to finish sooner rather than later.

  I glance at some of the titles, and nothing appeals to my senses. Fifty Shades of Grey, I snicker. Read it, but I’ve been there and done that now. All I can say is the book did not encompass all that I have so far with Alexander Bishop.

  “I like undressing you.” Alex utters in my ear behind me. “I know there’s a book out, which wants her waiting for him, kneeling and naked.” He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and applies pressure. “But for me,” he unzips my dress at the back, glides his hands through the fabric of the dress up to my shoulders, sliding it down my body, “this gives me control. Watching your body react to my touch, in anticipation of my next move.” He slowly caresses my body upwards as he reaches my breasts, where he squeezes my nipples into taut peaks. Standing behind me, his six-foot-two frame towers above me.

  Breathing heavily into my ear. “Watching the rise and fall of your breasts against the palm of my hands.” He cups my breasts and bites my neck in several places. His hand glides down my torso to my mound. Fingering my folds, “You’re wet from the buildup of anticipation. But you don’t know if you’ll get a release.” He painfully bites my shoulder, “Only I decide if you get that.”

  “Now, go get on the bench.” He growls in my ear. He must be in a mood tonight if I’m on the bench. This is no ordinary bench, it’s a pillory. Once my knees are adjusted on the platform, I lower my head and wrists as comfortably as I can before Alex lowers and locks the other board. Next, he shackles my ankles to the platform.

  He’s now standing in front of me. “Look at me.” He says in a demanding tone, “Open.” I look into his eyes and see a ferocious hunger I’ve not seen in him before. Slowly I open my mouth, he places the ball gag then secures the straps behind my head.

  Looking at me in this position, you would think I have submitted. But for me, this is an act. I am not here; this body is just a shell for my tormented soul. Then, he places the blindfold on me, sending me into the depths in which I live. Alone in darkness.

  Alex’s hand traces my body, starting at my head, down my back, across my bottom, down my legs. My body reacts to his rough touch as it elicits goosebumps across my skin. My body shudders as he says; “This is a perfect canvas for the paddle.” His hand stills on my lower back, “And the cat of nine.”

  My mind and body quiver as I wonder which he will use first. Or will he choose a different instrument? “I wonder. Your number is five, what if we do, five whacks with five instruments.” His fingers are resting between my butt cheeks, teasing my back hole. A cold liquid is squirted and running down, lubricating my back and front entrance.

  “First, we need some added pressure points addressed.” He muttered to himself, I can tell he’s lost. His tone has changed, hushed and full, as if in a memory. I’ve heard this tone before with him. I wonder who or what caused him to become this way, or was he already like this, dark and seething?

  Alex pushes an extremely cold plug into my anus. Crap! It’s cold, it feels like an ice pick has been shoved up inside me, but the warmth of my body is attacking it. My senses are focused on that area of my body when all of a sudden, I feel the whack of the wooden paddle just below my cheeks. It must have been the paddle with holes, it stung. I receive five whacks total, the second across both cheeks, the third on the right cheek and the fourth on the left. The last was across the plug, pushing it in further. My bottom retracts inward only igniting the sensation further through my body.

  My breathing is heavy, eyes closed. Against my cheek, I feel what seems like thick blades, twirling back and forth from ear-to-ear. He pulls it back and releases a light smack onto the front of my face. He glides it over and down my head before it lands back down with force in the middle of my spine, it’s the cat of nine landing and marking me. The third strike is across my thighs, the fourth landing between my legs, cinching my legs as close together as I can get them. The fifth blow, much more forceful than the first, is again, across the front of my face.

  I hear Alex somewhere in the room, slowly selecting his next torture device. He’s already addressed three. The ice anal probe to stab me in the heart, the paddle for uttering the lie the first time it left my lips. Then the third, for not being able to look at anyone when I told the lie. What will he use as the fourth?

  My mind is beginning to unwind when I feel the bite of his belt across my buttocks, immediately followed by thighs, calves, lower back, then the buttocks again. Everything is done in an expedited advance. The bite of the lies flowing from my father’s lips, into mine.

  I have not recovered from the belt when I hear the swish of another paddle, and feel the sting of nails across my ass. SHIT! Tears have been soaked into the blindfold, but now I feel them flowing down my cheeks. The bite of spikes caressing my thighs, left cheek, right cheek, both cheeks twice.

  The spikes crushing my soul.

  I see her eyes. My mother’s beautiful brown eyes looking at me, empty, laying on the floor, covered in her own blood.

  I am immune to Alex as he unshackles me and carries me to his bed. Using me, the way I used him, to be punished for my sin, my lie.

  “Can I help you find something?” a girl snickers beside me. I snap back from my thoughts and realize I am still in the bookstore. Holding a copy of ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’.

  As I look at this girl, who’s probably my age, I wonder if I could have been her. Could my life have turned out differently, if my mother was still alive?

  “No.” I say hastily while feeling a tiny bit embarrassed. I put the book down then turn and walk out of the store.

  Seventeen years later

  FINALLY, I GRADUATED! I don’t know where these four-years have gone. Four years ago, I was afraid to leave Grams, afraid of being away from our home on Garrett Island.

  After that first year away, my life changed. My best friend, Dan and I got an apartment off campus. Then I met Lucas, which apparently was a set up by Dan.

  Lucas is two years older than us, so he graduated during our first year of dating. Lucas took over running his father’s company upon graduating. He managed to make it back to Port Hampton once to twice a month to see me.

  It’s funny looking back now. We grew up sixty miles away from one another. Lucas in Queens Port, Dan and myself on Garrett Island, but we all attended the same private school, Semper Fidelis Academy in Kingstown.

  Now, Dan and I will be leaving Port Hampton and Cardinal College. We graduated!

  I can’t contain my excitement. I’m practically bouncing my way into our tiny kitchen that we’ve shared these last three years. Today is our last day in our apartment. Dan is standing at the counter, his back towards me. He’s staring at the coffee pot, mug in hand, surrounded by half-packed boxes.

  “Calm down! You’re going to have, I don’t know, an excitement attack!” Dan laughs glancing at me over his shoulder.

  “A what?” I laugh hysterically.

  “What is wrong with you, Mels? I don’t think I’ve seen you like this ever.” He pours coffee into his mug, then turns to face me.

  “Oh, Dan! Oh, Dan! Lucas! He, he…”

  “He what? What’s going on Mel?” Dan asks before he takes a sip of coffee.

  “He proposed to me last night. I said YES!” I squeal as I bring my hands up to my mouth and bounce.

  “No shit. Sorry. I don’t know what to say. God, I’m so happy for you. And him too. You mostly.” He scoops me into his arms.

  “Oh, Dan!” I
wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze as hard as I can.

  “When the hell did he propose? We were together almost the whole day.” He asks as he loosens his hold on me. His arms are still wrapped around my waist and my hands resting on his shoulders as I look up at him.

  “It was after dinner. He said he wanted to do it then, but decided he wanted it to be just us. He brought me to Barrington Gardens. As we were walking over Dogwood Bridge, he suddenly stopped.” I giggle. “He got down on one knee.”

  I begin bouncing again and tearing up. Dan’s face is lit up with a smile. “I said yes!”

  “Ah, Mels. I’m happy for you. You know that.” He hugs me in his arms.

  “I know. And this doesn’t change anything. You are still my BFF. I just need to know one thing?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Are you going to help me plan my wedding?” Dan releases his embrace and takes a step back.

  “Dear God, are you serious? I’m a guy! A STRAIGHT guy! Why do you want me to plan a wedding with you?”

  “Dan, you know me better than anyone, other than Grams. Lucas knows me, but not as long as you. You’ve been there with me through everything. I can’t go through this without you.”

  “Damn it, Mels.” He pauses; “Okay, but; we have to include my sister. You know how Sam feels about you. You’re like her older sister. Besides, that at least gives a girl’s perspective, and not just mine.” He smirks.

  “You’re right about Sam. And your perspective is probably just like mine.”

  “That’s why we need Sam.” He smirks.

  I laugh, he is so right.

  We turn as we hear the front door close shut and Lucas joins us in the kitchen.

  Dan is beaming at him. “Congrats man. I can’t believe you got her to say yes.”