Past Pleasures

Chapter One


The wind blew through the dark night, rustling what leaves were left on the winter trees. The footsteps fell almost silently on the wet that smothered the floor of the wood they traversed. This “cold” night was surprisingly warm and humid. The south seemed to stay that way, even in the midst of this January moon.
Her heart ached with loneliness and fatigue. She sought solace as she had in her younger years. The quiet of the forest always soothed her, despite the isolation. Why was it that when she felt so lost, being secluded would console her?
It had been many years, eighteen, since that loss had filled her mind. Death had stalked her from that moment. The memory haunted her life. While she had lost others, this one came to mind almost daily. Was she destined to be alone?
She dwelled on the pain in the enveloping night. Droplets of mist bubbled on her jacket and clung like jewels in her hair. She stroked the butterfly tattooed on her wrist. She could almost feel the wings fluttering there as she remembered.
Last year, Lucas had returned to her life, triggering flashbacks and dreams. He acted as though none of it had ever happened. Every morning his smiling face greeted her from across the desk she worked. She felt like a hypocrite for not confronting him. She simply could not force herself to take that step. Se let her mind wander and remember.
Samantha had been only thirteen then. It had been June when they first met. She could still see that day clearly in her mind. She had met up with Erica, her best friend. Erica wanted to meet up with some boys she knew.
Lucas and Adam.
Erica had introduced them that day in the park. They ended up talking every day. They would pair up into couples, then split up, swapped, and got back together as many teens do. Sam’s mom used to say it was ‘the boy of the week’ with Sam. They never really did anything other than talk, and meet once in a while.
One day, Adam kissed Samantha. She fell in love. It was July by then. He was gone by the end of the first week of August. Lucas “accidentally” shot Adam with a twelve-gauge shotgun. It was loaded with buckshot, and Lucas was only one foot away.
Sam made it through the funeral on absolute remote. Lucas tried to kiss her after the ceremony. The story from the family and Erica was – they’d been fighting over Sam.
Sam didn’t want to believe it. When she arrived home, the tears began. She cried for weeks. One day, at a mutual friend’s house, she ran into John. He was Lucas’s brother. They fought. John slapped her hard when she yelled, “I hate him!” about Lucas.
When Sam finally did see Lucas, she’d had a long time to think. She’d talked herself into believing everyone was wrong. After several more weeks of seeing Lucas, she loved him. He swore to never let her go. Then he was forced to move away with his family, and he vanished from her life.
Sam had seen Lucas twice since in passing. She continued her life, with the scenario always in her thoughts. Adam’s sister once told her that she knew for fact that the boys had been fighting over Sam.
Now, at thirty years old, she continued to rehash those events, and Lucas was back. He acted as if they were old friends. They never discussed the past.
Yesterday, Lucas asked her out.
So, Sam came to the wood to make a decision. Say not thank you, or run.
She stopped at a fallen tree and sat with a shaky sigh. She fumbled with a pack of Marlboros, and the flame shook as she lit. She had to decide. Stay and face a lifetime of fear, or leave her life and make a new one.
The tears began silently, and then became such a torrent; she felt she would shatter with their intensity. She sobbed and shuddered, wretched, and cried more for feeling so frail.
“Damn it!” Sam thought as she sobbed and searched for a tissue. She should have stuffed her pockets! She cried harder when the search was unsuccessful. She ended up curled next to the tree. Sobbing for what seemed like forever.


Chapter Two

She awoke to rain and an achy hip. “Oh, Lord! She’d fallen asleep in the woods. What fitting irony! Okay! Pity party over!” She thought as she sat up.
The rain wasn’t too heavy yet, but her clothes and hair were soaked through. Sam sat up with a foggy-headed feeling. The temperature had dropped. It was closer to forty now. How long had she slept?
She began to trudge back the way she had come. It was time to go home and decide. She leaned forward to tie a stray shoelace and heard a shot. A gunshot.
Sam jumped with fear, and then felt a burning sensation streak along her side, followed by sharp pain along her right side, just above her hipbone. She thought, “Oh, shit! Is it hunting season?” Just before she fell to her knees. She reached for the pain. Her hand came away bloody and shaking.
“Assess fast before the shock kicks in,” she thought through fog. The nurse in her was on the job. She lifted her shirt and tried to see the damage as her teeth began to chatter. The entrance wound was about the size of a dime. The jagged edges were grotesque even to her experienced eyes. It hurt to bend and move, but wasn’t near anything vital. She reached around to feel the exit. It was bigger and bloodier, but still not life threatening if she got to help.
“How far from the car?” She thought. She was getting dizzy. “Four miles? Five? Too far.” She had seen a cabin, but couldn’t remember which way. “Bandage and apply pressure first.” She decided.
She managed to get her socks off after several tries. The pain searing up to her clouding brain, she wondered why she couldn’t seem to think straight. She pulled her bra down and pressed it over the wound, but had to tie a knot in it to keep it tight. Then grayness clouded her vision, and she lost consciousness.
Sam awoke upside-down and moving. The rain had stopped. Someone was carrying her. She gasped and groaned.
“It’s okay. Just rest. I’ve got you.” A voice said, and Sam lost consciousness again.
When Sam next opened her eyes, it was to warmth and pain. She inhaled sharply when the pain worsened.
“It’s all right. Try to relax. I have to clean you and see how bad this is.” A masculine voice said soothingly.
Sam looked up to see deep brown eyes, concerned eyes, gazing into her own. He had dark brown hair that curled at his neck. Wide shoulders towered above her abdomen and tapered down to a narrow set of hips encased in worn jeans.
“Who…” she stammered between gasps of pain. “Who…are…you?”
“My name is Robert. I found you in the woods. You’ve got a nasty gunshot wound I have to take care of right now. Just be still.”
It was then Sam realized she was bare. Completely bare. Everywhere. She tried to cover herself and moaned with pain when it made his hip press hard against her injury.
“No! No! Don’t move!” Robert said sternly. “You’ll start the bleeding again. Right now, I think the worst is shock. So, stay still so I can cover you up quicker.”
Sam lie there, exposed, as Robert bent his head to look at the entry point. He washed carefully with warm hands and hot soapy water. Sam felt a trickle slide down her left breast after it dripped off his arm, and more made its way across her pelvis to slide down between her legs. Her breath became rapid and short. Why was she aroused at a time like this?!
“Here, drink this.” Robert held a straw to her lips.
Sam realized she was parched and began to drink greedily. The first two swallows went down fine until it began to burn. She coughed and cried out from the movement.
“What is that?” She whispered, trying not to cough more.
“Scotch. It’s the strongest thing I have, next to the pain meds I keep for the animals. I didn’t know your allergies, so, I went for the scotch.” Robert replied gruffly.
“Water, please.” Sam requested.
He turned to get the water and she watched him closely. He wore threadbare jeans, hunting boots, and a battered t-shirt. He was soon back with her water and a small vial. He gave her a drink, then pulled a syringe from a large dark blue bag at the bedside. He was drawing up a vial of thick milky liquid before she could respond.
“If you’re not allergic to penicillin,” he paused and she shook her head, “I am going to give you a shot to fight infection.”
Sam nodded slowly as she asked, “Are you a vet or something?”
“Something.” He said evasively. He rolled her gently to her stomach and she felt his hands on her backside just before he gave her the shot. Then he gave her another injection.
“What was the other?” Sam asked as his fingers trailed away.
“A bit of Valium. Just hush now. I have to take care of you, and it’s much quicker if I don’t have to explain every action. I’ll answer your questions later.”
He bandaged the entry wound and spoke firmly to her. Soon, Sam could feel the Valium begin to work through her system.
“I have to clean and stitch the exit wound. This is going to hurt.” Robert said as he began inspecting the wound and cleaning it with the soapy water. Sam was very aware of his breath across the skin of her bottom as he leaned in to inspect. The Valium was making her not care. He gently soaped with warm fingers. Sam could feel the throbbing where he stitched, but seemed more conscious of his skin against hers. By the time he bandaged, Sam was asleep.


Chapter 3

Sunlight was shining on her face. It would have been pleasant if not for the persistent burn and throb just above her hip. She opened her eyes slowly. The sun was coming through a crack in the blinds that covered the window. Robert was not in the room when she looked around, but she only had one thought in mind. Bathroom.
Sam was still wobbly from the injection. It took almost everything she had to just sit up. Once there, she teetered precariously, but managed it with careful breathing. She sat there for a short while, moving her legs a bit. She hoped they would hold her, but she really had to go. She gripped the bedstead for balance and forced herself to her feet.
She could see a sink through the door across the room. She just had to make it there. She managed the first few steps, but could feel her strength draining as if someone had turned on a faucet full blast. What was wrong with her? What had he given her? She was almost to the door when her legs gave out. She cried out as she began to fall, heard another shout as the door behind her burst open, and she landed with a thump.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Robert was back. He knelt beside her and gently rolled her to her back. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!’
“Trying not to wet the bed.” Sam panted painfully. “But instead, I soled your floor.” Robert chuckled as he glanced down at her nude form. “Sorry.” Sam replied.
“It’s okay. You should have waited for me.” He was frowning again. He shook his head, resigned. “Come on.” With that, he scooped her up and carried her easily to the bathroom, and sat her gently on the commode.
“I don’t think I have to go anymore.” Sam said, embarrassed.
“Might as well clean you up, and your injury.” Robert answered. He efficiently removed her bandages and inspected the areas. “No new bleeding, thank God.” He muttered. He stood and stripped off his shirt and reached for his jeans.
“Wait!” Sam cried. Robert stopped mid motion.
“What?”
“Why are you…?” Sam’s teeth had begun to chatter. It was cooler away from the bed.
“Listen,” Robert interrupted, “I’ve got to warm you up, and you obviously can’t stand on your own. I’ll hold you in the shower. I haven’t got a tub.” He’d continued stripping as he spoke. He was beautiful.
Nothing but muscle, Sam thought as she watched him, mouth ajar. Sculptured pecks, washboard abs, and…oh, my. She averted her face and trembled. He turned on the shower and adjusted the taps, then turned back to her. There was a tiny tattoo of a sword on his right buttock. A larger tattoo of a warrior angel graced his left peck. He gathered her up and stepped into the spray.
Heaven, Sam thought. She’d died and gone to heaven, or straight to hell. He let her legs slide down to touch the tile. She was full length against him. She’d forgotten the pain until that movement, and she grimaced with the feel of it.
“Sorry. I have to have a hand free to wash you.” Robert said silkily. He soaped his hand – no cloth here! Then he began to wash her hair. He worked those wonderfully strong fingers down her back to her bottom and lingered there slightly.
Sam was breathing fast. Her heart pounded frantically in her chest. She didn’t know whether to ask him for more, or tell him to stop. What was wrong with her?!
“Wait.” She whispered.
“I don’t think so.” He replied gently. He slowly turned her back to him. His arm was a steel band around her chest. She could feel his erection against her backside. He soaped his hand again. This time he washed slower and more thoroughly. Her shoulders and arms were first. Sam could feel his hot breath against her cheek and she shivered.
“Cold?” He asked huskily. Sam could only shake her head slowly. Negative.
Then he began washing her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly, and she gasped sharply. He slowed but didn’t stop. Sam closed her eyes and caught her lower lip with her teeth. She could feel his chest hair on her back, softly prickling there. His erection throbbed against the crease of her ass.
His hand moved lower, over her abdomen, and gently over her wound. Then lower, across her pelvis, just brushing the line of pubic hair. He soaped both thighs thoroughly, spreading her legs as he traveled. Sam was throbbing, aching for him to touch her, yet she shook inside with anticipation and a bit of fear.
Then those slippery fingers cupped her. She moaned slightly, trying not to. He turned his face into her neck and bit lightly there. She cried out as one silky finger slipped inside her warmth. Her head had fallen back onto his shoulder. She was gasping frantically now. Her feet no longer touched the tile; she flew on sensation alone. She was hot and wet for him. Aching to feel.
He turned her again and her eyes met an intense black gaze. His wet hands slid down to cup her bottom. One hand followed her crease from top to bottom. He did this over and over as his eyes bored into hers. Her fingers clutched his biceps reflexively. His eyes never left hers as he shifted her higher and wrapped her legs around his hips. He continued to watch her as he captured a nipple between his teeth and tormented.
Sam threw her head back and moaned. She could feel his penis probing. His fingers teased over her anus, arousing more sensation. Then he slid her down onto him. Sam shook her head. He was so thick inside her.
Those thoughts flashed suddenly away as he sucked ravenously on her breast and began to move. She was trembling so violently, he leaned back and her head again fell to his shoulder. Her arms hung limply around his neck. His hands had moved to her thighs to hold her, and slowly he began to lift and lower her. His engorged shaft stretched her sweetly, achingly tight. He went deep and ground against her. She could feel the pressure building within as he rocked against her clitoris.
He stepped from the shower, turning it off as he quickly took her back to the bed. He leaned her down into the mattress and thrusted deeply. She could feel herself clench around him. He teased her nipples with his hands as he continued, slow and deep.
Sam felt the waves begin pulsing through her. She cried out as the orgasm built with each stroke. Her world exploded as he thrust deeper and faster with a groan of his own, then joined her with a shout.
He stayed there, his thickness very obvious. Sam could only breathe, but felt ashamed. Slowly he reached over and caressed a breast and Sam whimpered. His hard black eyes never left hers. Then he reached up, sliding his hands up her arms until he captured her wrists. He held them with one hand and reached into the bedside drawer with the other. He came out of the drawer with handcuffs.
“Wait…wait…” Sam cried, but before she could finish, he’d turned her in the bed and locked her right wrist in the cuffs. She began to fight, to try and escape his hard hands, but she was still weak. Within seconds, both wrists were secure.

Chapter 4

He didn’t speak when she rambled questions and demanded answers. She tried to kick at him and wound up with her ankles tied to the bottom corners of the bed. She was spread wide, naked, on his bed. Still, he did not speak.
Robert tended her wounds and gently washed her nether regions. He covered her with a sheet and dressed himself. She was still yelling, pleading for a response. Finally, he grabbed a thick roll of tape and covered her mouth. That’s when angry tears formed. He left her there, helpless.
Sam must have slept. When she opened her burning eyes, it was dark again. Robert had left. She was hungry, thirsty, and had to pee. She thought about wetting the bed just to piss him off, but remembered the last time, and held on.
The tears were gone. Now she was angry, furious! Someone would call the police. No, she’d taken time off work. No one would expect her back for weeks. Damn! Why hadn’t she told someone where she’d gone? Thoughts and ideas chased around her head until, exhausted, she fell back to sleep.
Her eyes snapped open when she heard the door. Robert walked in and the smell of take-out food wafted her way. Her stomach rumbled loudly. Robert chuckled and went over to the table with his packages. He turned to the door, and another man entered.
What now? Maybe he would help her. Only, if he was a friend of Roberts, probably not. She felt the trembling begin again. There were no lights on, so she couldn’t see who he was.
He had broad shoulders like Robert. His hair was almost shaved off, except for curls at his nape. He removed his coat with his back to her. He was built like Robert. She was going to die. Sam knew it then.
He turned on a low lamp and Sam inhaled sharply at what was revealed. No…It couldn’t be…
He turned toward her in sudden alertness. Robert laughed and said thickly, “Surprise.” He slammed the door with a grin. Sam was shaking her head frantically, and trying to draw in enough air to breathe. The familiar face stepped closer slowly, as if afraid of what he’d seen.
“Her?” he whispered hoarsely and shot his gaze back to Robert. “How?”
Robert explained as Sam struggled against her bonds. How could this be? What fate had plotted this path for her? Eighteen years! Eighteen fucking years!
Lucas reached slowly for the tape at her mouth as her tears began to fall.
“I wouldn’t yet.” Robert warned. “She’ll want answers you aren’t ready to give her.” Lucas’s hand withdrew. “She hasn’t been to the bathroom since I left. Keep her bound, but carry her there.” Robert said as he opened the food containers.
Lucas untied one ankle and secured it to the other before untying that one. He held her wrists with one iron hand as he moved the cuffs of the bed and just on her. He was gentle, and trembled like her. When Lucas pulled back the sheet, he inhaled deeply and stared. Robert chuckled quietly.
Sam looked at him, questions racing across her eyes. He seemed stunned and took in the view before him. He seemed stunned and took in the view before him. He reached out with a shaking hand and traced one pink nipple gently. He had once suckled there.
His eyes had darkened when he once again looked at her face. He gently placed one arm beneath her knees, the other behind her shoulders. Without breaking his eyes from hers, he carried her to the bathroom.
If she hadn’t had to go so bad, she wouldn’t have been able to. He watched her and held her the entire time. He even cleaned her. When he lifted her again he whispered, “Has he already had you?” Sam nodded slowly, eyes downcast.
Lucas’s face tightened, but he covered quickly and returned her to the bed. He pulled the sheet up gently and turned to Robert. He motioned him outside. They returned laughing. Sam’s heart fell.
Lucas gathered food and moved to the bedside. He reached for the tape and paused. “No questions.” He said grimly. Sam nodded, then grimaced as he pulled the tape away.
He fed her in silence. Robert finished his food quickly. He built up a fire in the fireplace and made a large pallet on the floor. Then he stripped off his shirt. Sam couldn’t eat anymore.
Lucas followed her gaze and grinned wolfishly. “Done?” he asked huskily. Sam nodded and turned away. Lucas stood and she turned her gaze to the window. She could hear them moving things around and whispering. Lucas returned shirtless.
He had grown into a wonderful specimen. Blonde chest hair lightly spread across his pecks and tapered to a thin line that led to his jeans. Sam glared at him.
“You son of a…” he placed a calloused palm over her mouth before she finished.
“Now, where have I heard that before?” he chuckled. She’d screamed it at him when he’d tried to french her at Adam’s funeral. “I’d rather not gag those sultry lips. Don’t talk.” He said firmly, flatly. He picked up a jar of lotion and scooped some into his hands, warmed it there. Robert came over with a needless syringe. “Open your mouth.” Sam wouldn’t. Robert made her. He squirted the sugary liquid under her tongue. She would have spit, but he placed his hand over her mouth. She tried not to swallow, but it trickled back, and reflex took charge. Sam began to feel heat spread to all sensitive areas. What had they given her?


Chapter 5


Lucas began massaging the cream into her skin. He started on her neck. This was no ordinary lotion. It smelled of mint. He rubbed some on her lips, leaned down, and took her mouth hungrily with his own. Her heart began to race as arousal reared its head. What was wrong with her? His hot tongue thrust against hers and she tasted the mint. The cream was sensation enhancing.
Sam pulled at the cuffs and bonds but Lucas and Robert just smiled wickedly. Robert picked up the lotion and they both dipped fingers in. Lucas began on her left breast, Robert her right.
The drug they had given her was pulsing hotly through her body. Her breath was fast and ragged. Both men assaulted her breasts with the cream. Her nipples tightened, trained against their hands. Sam no longer felt the need to fight. She was terrified, but everything felt so good.
Lucas unlocked the cuffs, and Robert untied her legs. Lucas kissed her deeply as he lifted her from the bed and carried her to the floor. Robert stepped out of his jeans, his arousal thrusting arrogantly. He stroked himself.
Lucas lay her down gently, his expression hard and hot. He ravaged her mouth, tongue and teeth scraping gently. His hands teased her nipples to aching points. She throbbed and moaned quietly.
His hands moved lower. He had brought the cream. He liberally applied it to her abdomen, hips, and thighs. He took her mouth again as he cupped her hottest place. His tongue thrust as his fingers entered her. She cried out with pleasure.
He gently withdrew and Robert was there. Robert caressed her thighs and opened them to his gaze. Sam was breathing hard. Her breasts rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. He captured one nipple in his mouth and teased the other with rasping fingers. She could feel him throbbing against her pelvis.
Lucas returned naked. Oh, Lord, he was bigger than Robert! Robert moved to her side. They grinned at one another, and then each captured a breast with their mouths.
Sam arched with the sensations, clutching their heads to her. Fingers found her clitoris and began to stroke gently. Others entered her, diving deep.