Andreas’s POV Little does she know how exciting it is to me that she has no idea what to do. I’m trying to not go overboard. I’m trying to control myself and for a moment it works, but when her little tongue brushed mine my little buddy liked it so much that now is pressing onto her hip. She has this wild look in her eyes and her pink lips are now a darker shade. Gears are turning inside her head; I think she liked it. Yes, defile her innocence was going to happen slowly. I was going to show her everything eventually, but I was going to take my sweet time doing so. “Fun?” Big doe eyes, the same one she had on that first time she offered herself to me. Those same ones that kept haunting me at night. She really had no clue, didn’t she? “Teaching you how to…do stuff…” I let the rest to her imagination, but low enough for to get what I really mean. Her face quickly redness another thing that I enjoyed doing. Her pouty mouth quivered. I like the way she
“This is for your honeymoon.” The single sheet of fabric was not only see-through but had to be at least designed for a toddler. I was pretty it wouldn’t go past my navel. “I can’t wear that.” “Why the hell not?” “My scars.” “For the last time. He will not care about them; he’ll be too busy checking out the rest of you.” “How do you know?” We had been arguing about what should I keep in my closet, what clothes should I wear with him in bed. She wanted to get rid of all my fuzzy pajamas, all my bright-colored underwear claiming that they weren’t sexy and made me look more like a child. “You need to stop wearing a sports bra, the uni-boob is unflattering.” This had been going on for two hours, telling me my style was outdated and that my husband expected more than soft cotton and jeans. Flannel was not for the bedroom and that I should try wearing a tong since heels were out of the question. All of this was too overwhelming, why should I
“This is for your honeymoon.” The single sheet of fabric was not only see-through but had to be at least designed for a toddler. I was pretty it wouldn’t go past my navel. “I can’t wear that.” “Why the hell not?” “My scars.” “For the last time. He will not care about them; he’ll be too busy checking out the rest of you.” “How do you know?” We had been arguing about what should I keep in my closet, what clothes should I wear with him in bed. She wanted to get rid of all my fuzzy pajamas, all my bright-colored underwear claiming that they weren’t sexy and made me look more like a child. “You need to stop wearing a sports bra, the uni-boob is unflattering.” This had been going on for two hours, telling me my style was outdated and that my husband expected more than soft cotton and jeans. Flannel was not for the bedroom and that I should try wearing a tong since heels were out of the question. All of this was too overwhelming, why should I change who I was just because I was abo
“Good morning wife.” There’s a man in my bed. No, wait scratch that, my husband is hovering above me and if this is not awkward then I don’t know what is. He looks somewhat similar to the man who carried on the dance floor to my bedroom in one quick move. The same man that chastely kissed me good night. “How did you sleep?” As if I could catch any sleep. I didn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about why I slept alone on our first night as husband and wife. “Okay.” I shrug. “Wonderful,” is like he wasn’t even listening. He makes himself busy by helping me lay back on the headboard. “Breakfast is on its way, once you’re done, I have a surprise waiting for you downstairs.” “A surprise?” I can’t help but feel intrigued. “A big one.” He’s excited so I can’t help getting excited. Whatever it is I want to know. Once Clara comes in with the trey, I grab a quick bite of eggs and toast and let her help me into the shower. I washed all the hair
Andreas’s POV How had I not known? She feared horses to the point of hurting herself, after dragging her out of her and watching her shake out of control. Now she zoned out all pale and looking so small. A quick talk with her brother revealed the truth. An untrained horse had thrown both her and her mother off and had stepped on leg her and dragged her mother until a peon had been able to cut her free and her. Legs broken, ribs and open skull. Seven-year-old Rebecca had stayed in the hospital for days not knowing her mother’s brain had swollen so much that it had simply stopped working and died in a matter of 48 hours. It was a known story in town. I had heard about something like that but never dream that little girl had been his Rebecca. I had failed to protect her. Fuck, looking at her gazing lost in the distance made me feel like trash. So, I knew I had to do it. My dick had to wait; this was not for excitement. It felt so wrong to think how he had planned, how smooth the
The first time I saw Andreas it never crossed my mind that I would end up in bed with him, nevertheless married. Now, now he’s touching my butt and I like it so much I forget how to function. I like that he’s touching me, I like where he is touching me but more that he’s making sure that I like it. He makes me forget. My body seems to know what to do. The tingling sensation between my legs gets stronger as his touch turns rougher. I know that the thing between his legs, the scariest part of him is pressing against my thighs getting harder and I can’t help but notice his breaths deepening as his hips roll under me. In other circumstances I would be embarrassed by how my body tightens in some places and loosens in others but for once I don’t care. His nails will surely leave marks on my butt. When his hands lowered my panties, I hid my smile against my knuckles. I shouldn’t had worn my long pajamas; he wouldn’t be struggling with the extra fabric. The light coming from the morni
Being married so far had many disadvantages. From being woken up too early, just so he could enjoy breakfast with me to the dozens of times my husband wanted to explore my body throughout the day. Not like I was complaining about that last one, is just that most of the time I was left hot and bothered while he went about his day and all I could think about was when was the next attack. Right now, we were enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon with his friends out on the deck, a lot of beer, food and music. This was different from both the first time I met them and also my wedding. The weight, the pressure of social interaction left my body the moment Dickie wrapped me in a bear hug, lifting off the ground and then twirled me. I saw the panic go off in everyone around us. Giggles bubbled up inside my throat and I decided to just go with it. My skirts were long enough to keep everything covered so I just let myself be twirled. Dickie, Benedict and Logan took turns teasing m
The rainy season has made my husband grumpy. A series of events had made him leave the house at irregular times for long periods. The overflow of the river lost cattle, fallen fences and the drowned crop has made it hell for the workers. They are tired of fighting mother nature. This season they expect a more forgiving mother nature but that’s one of the many repercussions. The power has gone out for the third time tonight so instead of secluding ourselves inside our bedrooms Carla and I have taken camp in the living room. Candles and gas lamps fill the room with soft light, are pretty cozy with the fireplace on and weighted blankets keeping us warm while outside rainfall heavily. “Do you think they will be safe out there?” Andreas has been away for far too long, a glimpse of him since yesterday is all I got. “He’s going to come home soon.” Her tone no longer reassures me that he will. She’s worried too. Home. After so long I’ve begun to think like it, t
Rebecca sat on her porch, covered in a warm blanket, as the first snowflakes of the season began to fall. Buddy, her ever-faithful companion, sat by her side, contentedly enjoying the quiet moment with her mistress. The previous year had been an emotional rollercoaster, but they had made it through together, stronger than ever.The love she shared with Andreas was worth every hardship they endured. If only Lacey were here to share her happiness. She couldn’t wait to tell her, but first Andreas.Just then, the sound of a car approaching broke her reverie. Andreas pulled into the driveway, his smile as warm as the fireplace awaiting them inside. He stepped out of the car and hurried towards her, his breath creating small puffs in the cold air."Hey, beautiful," he greeted her, leaning in for a sweet kiss.Rebecca's heart skipped a beat as she returned his kiss. "Hey, yourself," she replied with a grin. "You're home early."Andreas chuckled, his eyes filled with affection. "I couldn't wa
She watched, her eyes drinking in his naked form. He stepped towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily. Their passion intensified as their bodies pressed against each other, and their tongues explored each other's mouths. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, fueling their desire for each other.She opened her mouth eagerly for him, tasting him with her tongue.He moaned and began to kiss her again, moving his hands to her waist. She could feel the heat between them intensify as his hands explored her body, igniting a fire within her. With each kiss, their desire grew stronger, and their bodies became one in a passionate embrace.He pulled her closer to him, his hardness rubbing against her stomach. She could feel the heat emanating from between them, and she trembled. As their bodies pressed against each other, their breathing quickened, and the anticipation built. Their kisses grew more urgent, fueling the fla
His hand reached out, his fingers tracing a delicate path along her jawline, sending shivers down her spine. "I want you, too," he admitted, his voice husky. Rebecca's breath caught as his thumb brushed over her lower lip, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. The intimacy of the moment and the electricity in the air made her feel more alive than ever. His fingers trailed down her neck, sending tingles of sensation wherever they touched. She could feel the heat between them, the anticipation growing with each passing second. Her hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. Andreas leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing, featherlight kiss. It was a promise of what was to come—a tantalising taste that left her craving more. She leaned in, deepening the kiss, their mouths moving together in a dance of passion. Their bodies pressed closer, the heat of their desire igniting like a wildfire. His ar
With a warm cup of tea in her hands, Rebecca watched as the sun fell below the horizon from a seat on the porch. The previous week had been a tornado of feelings and encouragement. Now that John was no longer a danger, she felt relieved, but the recollections persisted in the back of her mind. She inhaled deeply, attempting to shake off the residual anxiety. Andreas walked up behind her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, offering a small smile. He had been her rock through it all, supporting her in every way possible. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly. Rebecca sighed, leaning into his touch. "Better," she admitted. "The weight feels a little lighter now that he's gone." Andreas nodded, his gaze full of understanding. "I'm glad you're safe," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "And I'm here for you, always." She reached up and touched his hand, a silent thank you passing between them. They sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the evening
Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched the flashing lights of the police cars in the rearview mirror. John had been trying to evade them for miles, but they finally caught up to them as they attempted to cross the state line. She begged him to stop, to give up, but he only revved the engine and pushed the pedal to the floor. The car swerved through traffic, cutting off other vehicles at a dangerous speed. Rebecca gripped the armrests, her knuckles turning white. She tried to reason with him, telling him that they would only make things worse, but he only laughed maniacally and continued to weave in and out of traffic. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the car, and the vehicle next to them spun out of control on the freeway. Rebecca’s head slammed against the window, and she let out a scream. Rebecca was panicking, looking out the window and watching the police cars in pursuit. John was driving recklessly, swerving and dodging as the car hit high speeds. "John, pleas
Andreas felt his heart racing as he picked up the book from the floor. It was one of Rebecca's favorites, and he knew she had been reading it before he left to run his errand. The rumpled sheet and Buddy's whining only added to his growing anxiety. He called out for Rebecca, but there was no answer. Panic started to set in as he frantically searched the house, but there was no sign of her. He tried calling her cell phone, but it went straight to voicemail. It was then that he knew that John had taken her again. Andreas felt a wave of anger and frustration wash over him. How could he let this happen again? He had promised to keep her safe, and he had failed. He felt a sense of responsibility and guilt for leaving her alone, even if it was just for a few minutes. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Sheriff Hughs' number. He knew he couldn't do this alone. The sheriff arrived quickly, and together they searched the house and the surrounding area. They scoured the nearby woods, b
Rebecca tried to calm herself down, taking deep breaths to steady her nerves. She couldn't panic; she needed to think clearly. She looked around the trunk, trying to find anything that could help her escape. But there was nothing, just some old blankets and a spare tire. She tried to open the trunk, but it was locked from the outside. She pounded her fists against the trunk, yelling for help, but she knew it was useless. Her mind raced with different scenarios, wondering where John could be taking her and what he had planned. She had to get out of there, but how? She thought of trying to break the taillight and attract attention, but she didn't want to alert John. She needed to come up with a plan that wouldn't put her in more danger. As the car continued to move, Rebecca's mind drifted back to the moment John had taken her. She thought about her options. She could try to kick her way out, but that would be difficult with her legs cramped in such a small
John had been sequestered in a small apartment in another state, watching the news constantly for any developments in his case. He was astounded by how quickly everything had degenerated since that evening. Despite his meticulous planning and careful execution, one slip-up caused everything to fall apart. He sorely missed Rebecca because of the way she made him feel alive by laughing at his jokes. He couldn't allow Andreas to separate from him for her. He had been working on a plan, biding his time until the right moment. He knew he couldn't just show up at her doorstep; that would only scare her away. No, he needed to be more subtle and strategic. He had to make her believe that he had changed and that he was a different person. He couldn't risk losing her again. He spent his days researching and gathering information about Andreas and his life. He needed to know his enemy. He needed to know what he was up against. John knew he had the advantage when it came to money, but Andreas w
Andreas sat across from Sheriff Hughs in his office, worry etched deep in his features. They had been discussing John Clark and his ability to stay hidden for so long."He's got enough money to make it happen," Sheriff Hughs said, leaning back in his chair. "But what worries me is the possibility of him returning. You know what he's capable of."Andreas nodded grimly. "Rebecca's nightmares have diminished; she's sleeping better, but she's almost always looking behind her. I've noticed how she starts to have mini attacks whenever she finds herself alone. Not even Buddy has been able to keep her at ease."Sheriff Hughs sighed heavily. "I wish there was more we could do. We've had people keeping an eye out, but he's just too good at covering his tracks."Andreas clenched his jaw. "We can't let our guard down. I won't let him hurt her again."Sheriff Hughs nodded. "I know. We'll keep looking."Andreas stood up, ready to leave. "Thanks for the update, Sheriff. Let me know if you find anyth