Past Pleasures

The past, the present, the unexpected violation…
She would not look at him. She would not help him. She trembled and a sob broke free. She would not cry, Sam told herself. She would NOT cry!
Lucas caressed her cheek with one hand and held her captive with the other. He bent to kiss her neck and it pushed him deep. Evidently the cream was still nearby, because he placed it cold on each nipple.
Sam gasped in surprise, but angrily tried to ignore him. She couldn’t move away. She couldn’t fight him. She would not cry!
He stroked gently, repeatedly over her nipples, then bent and licked them. He blew gently on them and they heated dramatically. Sam tried not to squirm and closed her eyes tightly. She felt the arousal anyway and involuntarily clenched tight around his erection. She held back a moan, barely.
Lucas continued the assault with the cream and slow gentle thrusts. Sam’s breath was catching despite her best efforts to remain unmoved. It felt so good to be wanted. NO! Remember!
But it didn’t stop the arousal. He worked harder to make her let go. She whimpered when he rubbed the lotion on her clit. This was not fair. It was so not fair! He circled and rubbed her, bent and suckled a breast. He caught her nipple lightly with his teeth. This time, the moan escaped, and Sam did squirm. She wriggled her hips just the tiniest bit.
Lucas forced hr face upward and roughly took her mouth with his. He thrust hard and caught her gasp on his own. This time he shuddered. He tormented both nipples as he kissed her and thrust. Sam didn’t even realize she was free. Her hands lay limply where they were.
He continued slowly, stroking deep, kissing and touching. His hands were all over her. His thumb rubbed her clitoris as he lifted her higher. Her eyes were open slightly, but his blazing eyes gazed into hers.
Sam couldn’t breathe. It was so intense. The sensations he aroused in her rampaged through her body. She sobbed his name. He thrust harder and she cried out. He was so hard, so slick inside her. He rubbed and he ground into her. Sam felt it building. The flutters ever stronger. She tried to fight the feeling, but was losing. He rammed home and she shouted. She shook her head frantically. He nodded. He pounded home again and again.
Sam couldn’t stop it. It was too hot, too fierce to beat. He pulled her knees up to his shoulders, picked up her hips, and rode her hard. The muscles bulged on him with each thrust. His skin was coated with a fine sheen of perspiration. He suddenly withdrew. Before Sam could form a thought, he flipped her over, tasted her ass, and thrust deep again. Sam shouted an anguished sound. She felt the cream rub across her anus. Then his fingers slid within her heat.
“No…no…” Sam panted as he stroked in rhythm.
“Yes… oh God, yes!” Lucas purred. He found that amazing place within her and she cried out with the waves of sensation that it evoked. His questing hands, his hard cock, stroking, assaulting every sense, every nerve…
Sam shouted as her would cascaded around her in one sudden burst. He wrung more from her. It was pulsing, throbbing ecstasy. He ground deep and shuddered before exploding, pulsing hot, with a shout. They convulsed there, together, writhing and grinding against one another. Slowly, so slowly, he lowered them to the floor. He held her there, touching and soothing her shattered world. It was then that Sam began to cry.
Lucas didn’t let go, or hush her. He held her and kissed away tears. She cried so hard and so deep. He stroked and embraced those tears. Finally, he lifted her in his arms and carried her quietly to the shower. He adjusted the taps with one hand, and guided her in with him. Still, she cried. She couldn’t seem to stop.
Lucas held her under the warm spray and stroked her back. Finally, she was down to sniffles and hiccups. With shudders and snubs she stood in his warm embrace. She couldn’t think. Sam felt hollow, yet safe, at the same time. As the water cooled, he guided her out and toweled her dry. He led her back to the bed and lay down with her, holding her close.
“What is going on?” Sam whispered hoarsely. “Why am I here? Why are you doing this?”
“Shh. We’ll talk, I promise. Just,…not yet. You still need to heal.” He responded just as quietly. She laughed, a sarcastic, harsh sound. “Please?” he asked. What choice did she have? Sam closed her eyes, and after a long time, drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 7

She awoke to the smell of bacon and the feel of handcuffs…again. At least they were only on one wrist this time. She hurt, ached, where she hadn’t believed there were muscles. Samantha hadn’t had sex in years. Now, she was nympho central, and she felt it. She hissed in a breath when she managed to sit up. Lucas walked over, still shirtless, jeans unbuttoned.
“Side hurt?” was all he asked. Sam shook her head silently. Robert was cooking the bacon, but watched intently with his dark eyes. “What’s wrong?” Lucas pried. She didn’t answer. Her eyes burned, her side ached, but that wasn’t the problem. She didn’t think she could walk! She wouldn’t look at either of them.
“Sore?” Robert asked soberly. Sam flushed involuntarily. They didn’t laugh as she expected.
“Oh.” Lucas responded just as soberly. “We can fix that.”
“No. I don’t want your kind of help, thank you.” Sam said primly. She was no longer angry, only resigned.
“No, seriously. We have some…cream.” Lucas stumbled.
“Ha. Ha. Just leave me alone.” Sam was near tears again. Why did she have to rely on them for her needs? Robert walked over, and without a word, Lucas went to finish the bacon. What? Were they psychic now?
“Listen,” Robert spoke gently as he knelt beside her. I took care of you side, right?” Sam looked down and realized that it was almost healed. How in the world…? She nodded reluctantly. “I have a lot of medicinal things around here.” He pulled a jar of pink cream from his blue bag and placed it on the table. Lucas had finished the food and set it aside. He walked over and sat beside her on the bed. Sam had clutched the sheet to her chest when she sat up and held it tightly in place. She looked at them both warily.
Robert opened the jar and held it up for her to smell. It wasn’t mint. It had a vanilla scent. She still didn’t trust them.
“Give it to me and let me go to the bathroom. I’ll take care of it.” Sam said hesitantly. Lucas unlocked the cuff. He scooped her up before she could attempt to stand, and she lost her sheet. “Wait!” Sam cried, “Just let me do it!” as Lucas placed her on the commode.
“You can’t even walk. Now, pee.” He turned and talked quietly to Robert through the door. When she began to go, she sucked in a breath of pain.
“My God, that burns!” She mumbled. Lucas didn’t say a word. She had to give him brownie points for that. He wet a cloth in the sink and pressed the coolness to her. She grabbed his wrist, but he would not be moved. She took shallow breaths through her teeth.