Captured Desire

by Tasha Winters

  “You’re going to be awesome! You’re the best person to do this.”

  “I don’t know if I could handle losing you now.”

  “I’m here. You won’t lose me. I told you, something inside me, just as strong as the image of you three as my protectors in my daydreams, is telling me this is forever.”

  “One more time. Let’s review it once more and then I’ll do all the work tomorrow.”

  Amara sighed and then smiled as she walked towards the door. “Fine, one last time, but in the family room.”

  “Works for me. I like that you’ve renamed our lounge the family room. Makes us feel more like family. Sit in my lap so we can snuggle while we review.”

  Amara headed for the sofa and Wilder followed her.

  “We are, aren’t we?”

  Wilder didn’t need to be a psychiatrist to know she was baiting him. He had reassured her enough that he didn’t bother answering her. When he set the papers on the side table, he sat down and settled in for her to sit in his lap. He put his hand out to her in invitation.

  “Oh, maybe I’ll just sit beside you.”

  Wilder was disappointed but just as he was going to agree, he changed his mind. This little minx might not get a spanking from him but he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow her to play her cat and mouse games with him any longer, either.

  “Sit down, young lady. I may not spank your sassy little ass, but I will most certainly punish you.”

  Amara’s eyes grew large and then her lips wiggled a little before she turned and sat in his lap, snuggling into his arms as though she hadn’t tried to manipulate his response to her.

  “That’s better. I know I can be a good friend when you need it, but I demand respect and your obedience just as much as the other two.”

  “I do respect you. But you’re always fun to be around. Not bossy.”

  “And I still can be, but you need to understand that I’m also serious about you and our relationship. I lead, you follow. I listen to your suggestions and like today, I respect your opinion and thoughts on things but if we’re going to continue having fun, you’re going to treat me with equal respect. If I say to do something, I’m not trying to recalibrate my voice. You are expected to do as you are told. Got it?”

  “Got it, but…”

  “Amara, did you not understand me?”

  “Oh, I understood you, but I thought, with you I would be on even ground. I mean, equal footing. You know, you aren’t into control and domination like two others we won’t mention.”

  “Oh, but I am, just not in the same way. If we have the same opinion, no problem. But if I’m adamant about something, then you will follow my instructions. We are equal until we aren’t. There is a leader in every relationship. You happen to have three to keep up with. We men, each only have one relationship but it’s still a balancing act. It’ll take some time to learn about us all together. Amara, we’ve had a relationship like this one, but it wasn’t as comfortable and didn’t fit as well as we all fit with you. However, rest on this fact, we love you, will protect you and expect submissive obedience when required.”

  “But…”

  “Amara, the correct answer is yes, Wilder.”

  “Yes, Wilder.”

  “Now, let’s begin.” Wilder’s tablet pinged. “Hold on. You might have a reprieve. I’m on call, you remember.”

  Amara remained silent, snuggled in his arms as he read the message. It was from Robert Massey. “Proposed meeting change from Friday to Thursday, same time and place.”

  Wilder responded. “I can accommodate proposed change. Please advise if confirmed.”

  Wilder kept the information to himself and he was glad that Amara, who knew not to ask, didn’t. Most times they were confidential notes that he couldn’t share so she no longer asked. Wilder was glad of that little fact.

  “One last go. Then we can find out what everyone wants for dinner because I’m getting hungry.” She made a woeful face. Wilder chose to ignore it.

  “Right. So historically, what exactly caused the change in the population?” Wilder asked.

  “Offering couples unable to have children funds for the women to be artificially inseminated with male embryos. The family would get a special compensation for it like insurance, special considerations for jobs, and so on,” Amara said, explaining the program that ended in disaster.

  “And what other ways are there to accomplish the same population outcome without denigrating females across the globe?”

  “Now we have a way to project how certain choices will play out. The program is fairly straight forward,” Amara dutifully answered.

  Twenty minutes later, they were done. Wilder was confident he had every answer he would need.

  His tablet pinged again. “Change confirmed. Friday’s organizational meeting now on Thursday, same place and time.”

  At the dinner table, the four ate food cooked with fresh meats and produce delivered from the Compound.

  “Two of the residents are leaving tomorrow,” said Ethan. “I’m glad we were able to help them find a fresh start.”

  “I’d forgotten about that,” said Wilder. “I’m sorry I haven’t medically cleared them yet. I can do that first thing in the morning, if that works,”

  “No problem. You’ve been hard at it to be ready for the committee,” said Ethan. “How is that going, anyway?” Amara groaned.

  All the men smiled. Wilder answered. “Contrary to the impression Amara has left you with, we have done well. I’m ready for whatever might be thrown at me. I’ll practice my line of logic on the program Finn and Amara have created. It’s important because the impression I get from speaking with Rob, um, the chairman, is that they, meaning he, doesn’t see much need to change direction. There are a few places I’d like to tweak so we’ll see how I fare.”

  They discussed that and moved on to work-related issues before Ethan looked at Amara and spoke when there was a lull in conversation.

  “I heard you have a biting problem, Amara. Do we need to add it to your treatment plan?” teased Ethan.

  “No, we do not.” She turned to Finn. “Bad form to tattle on me.”

  “I was simply recounting an unusual incident in my day.” Finn seemed totally unaffected by Amara’s indignation. “Besides, it was the absolute truth.”

  “According to Finn?”

  “According to what happened. I can see I might have made a mistake not smacking that butt a tad bit harder when the incident occurred.”

  “No. No, that’s fine. You did just right.” Amara stood. “I haven’t been in to visit the ladies and if two are leaving tomorrow, I’d like to see them beforehand.”

  She made the statement and instead of immediately acting on it, she waited to give the men a chance to weigh in on her choice. Wilder was impressed and imagined the other two were as well.

  “Don’t stay too long,” said Ethan. “We still have our session to get through today.”

  “I thought we would put it off until tomorrow?”

  “No, I’m busier tomorrow. If something comes up, I might have to cancel, so go visit. I’ll be over in about an hour.” She nodded and left quickly as though worried she would be pulled back for some reason.

  “Okay, now she’s gone. I have some research that I wanted to give to you, Wilder,” said Finn. “On our doctor Massey.”

  “And I’ve unearthed a psychiatric and psychological study that was buried in university archives on the psychological changes loss and grief can bring to very intelligent people. The study focused on men, particularly,” said Finn.

  “What is the connection?” asked Wilder.

  “I’ve uncovered that Robert Massey has been heard to say a number of times since he was ditched by his high school sweetheart, that women are a lesser class of people. He’s been heard to say that men should rule the earth and that includes the women,” said Finn as he waited for the monitor to appear from its wall pocket. “Not the words he used, you understand. I cleaned
it up.”

  Finn had created a myriad of ways to have technology at your fingertips in the main house without leaving it in the open. Like a pocket door that slid out of the way. Finn had monitors secreted away in walls and cabinets in every room as was appropriate. In times like these, it came in handy for easy access.

  “What are you talking about? He would never have been chosen for this committee if that were true.” Wilder shook his head in disbelief.

  “You’d be right, normally, but what I found was there was a nasty break up when he was in college. He evidently loved this woman, and she took him on a wild ride. He left college for her and when she found another to take his place, he went on a rampage. He finally went back to school but evidently, he’s never been the same.” Finn gave the remote to Wilder, so he could review the information.

  “And that brings us to this well-researched study. It would seem to bear out what happened to Massey.” Ethan was making a convincing argument that Massey, based on his subsequent behavior, was suffering from the changes the research predicted when a person could not deal with loss. They created a new norm in which things that were not previously believed, like the status of women, now become a reality.

  The men compared information, sizing up the report to the research. They spent a long time haggling over some of the more important details and the psychological implications to the committee results. The time passed. Coffee was made, cookies were eaten and still they debated.

  “It’s late,” said Wilder. “We should call it an evening. Amara is still over there waiting for you, Ethan.”

  “I doubt she’s waiting. If she were done visiting, she’d come back. No, she misses the companionship those women give her. She’s probably using her abilities to ease the anxiety over there.”

  “Okay, look,” offered Wilder. “Maybe we should invite him over tomorrow, get to know him socially a little. We could invite the women to dinner as well?”

  “No, not the residents. They’ve had enough asshats in their lives. But I agree we should invite him. Amara will be there and can tell how he really thinks,” Ethan suggested.

  “Are you crazy? Amara will have a flashback and she was devastated last time when she just heard his name.” Finn was out of his seat and running his hands roughly through his hair.

  “He’s right. We can’t put her through that just to get a read on Massey,” agreed Wilder.

  “I can hypnotize her to not react to his name,” said Ethan.

  “Will it work? Is she receptive to suggestion?”

  “Yes, she is. I haven’t fully hypnotized her, but it is a good solution for the flashbacks, too. She wants to work with the women and help with this committee. To do that, she cannot have her memories erased. Besides, she wants to remember her family and home. This will work.” Ethan sounded confident.

  Finn slammed his fist on the table. “No! Absolutely not! I will not have her subjected to possible trauma. She isn’t a guinea pig to test your theories on. She’s devastated when these incidents occur.”

  “Finn, it is not a theory. It’s a proven science,” supported Wilder.

  “I’ll do it,” said Amara from the other end of the room as she stood in the door.

  All three men looked at her. “No, baby, you aren’t doing it.” Finn strode towards her, but she sidestepped him.

  “Will it help us stop the influences on births?”

  Ethan answered. “We don’t know, love. We have to try it. It will give us good insight if we know the truth. Combined with your program, it will ensure the outcome even better.”

  “And I will go into the meeting with more ammunition if I need it.”

  “Baby, you don’t have to,” said an irritated Finn.

  “I know. I’ll do it. Just don’t leave me alone while he is here. I’ll be too afraid. I know he isn’t the exact person who brutalized me but knowing this might be a generational thing scares me.”

  Finn stood behind her and kissed her neck. “You won’t even go to the toilet alone.”

  She laughed. “Believe it or not, I’m okay with that.” She turned up to receive his kiss.

  Amara

  Later that night Amara thought about the women she would save by risking her sanity. Ethan said he would explain everything tomorrow, but that didn’t give her a sense of peace. She almost felt as though it would be riskier with the lack of fear. She might say or do something that would jeopardize everything.

  Hypnosis sounded all nice and neat, but Amara knew it wasn’t. She was glad no one could read her emotions or feel her distress because it would measure off the scales. Lying in bed, she was restless and couldn’t find a comfortable spot. She was still slightly sore from Finn last night, but she wanted the reassurance sleeping with one of them brought her. She’d slept with each one of them several times a week in the last month. Finn usually; he was the most nurturing.

  Sliding off her bed, she pushed her feet into slippers and walked into Wilder’s room. She always locked her door. The men never did. They all knew why she needed the door locked and she understood why they didn’t. Maybe one day she would be as relaxed as they were.

  When all of this was over, she’d try to find a way, with help, to isolate the memories she wanted to eradicate and keep the good ones. That was an issue for another day. Tonight, she wanted to snuggle, and she’d spent more time with Wilder the last day and a half. She wanted that connection to continue. It was the closest they had been on a more intimate level and she wanted no backslides.

  Entering Wilder’s room quietly, Amara paused to see if he was awake. She could divine most of the emotions in sleep if the person was dreaming, but in a less active state, she wouldn’t get more than an impression. His eyes were moving, good REM. She wondered what adventures his mind was having.

  As she slid in the cool sheets to lie next to Wilder’s warm body, Amara wondered if they could work on lucid dreaming, it would help her stop the nightmares by changing the architecture of the events. She would know her triggers better. Maybe even help her not get panicked when faced with jarring memories. She’d ask the guys tomorrow. Maybe that is what Maya could help her with.

  Amara pushed closer to Wilder and relaxed as she listened to his breathing patterns. He must have just gone under deeper because his dreams were forming. His emotions were hyped, thoughts were unsettled, and she tried to decipher things. Lying in the bed, weaving in and out of the tendrils of his dreaming thoughts, she found him, happily settled on sharing time with someone. She wasn’t positive, but she thought she might have stumbled on him having sex in his dream. The emotions were certainly similar. She had the impression of her name. She smiled. She could make that a reality.

  Amara turned towards him and inhaled his scent. She liked the way each of her men had their own heady aroma. There was little in similarity about them except that they loved their life and her. She sank lower in the bed, reaching for his underpants. She allowed the salty sand and ocean breezes of his essence to flow over her. A hint of lime and heat mingled under her nose and she sighed at the loving memory of home.

  Removing his bottoms was not as easy as she had thought but he moved his leg at just the perfect time. She felt his hand move the sheet and without wasting another moment, Amara dove for his manhood and took it in her mouth. Wilder froze. Then he moved. His hands held her face in place over his cock. He lifted up as if the effort was nothing.

  “I would ask what you are doing but it is obvious even while half asleep.” His voice was thick with drowsiness. “I’m going to move into a better position and you’re going to show me how you apologize for waking your man up.”

  Her man. He did really care. It wasn’t just words. He had claimed her as he’d said but as yet not proven.

  She slid her mouth over his smooth soft skin while his cock expanded to an impressive size.

  “I like kinky too, honey, but not the kind you have thus far experienced. I like to play with ginger butt plugs, peppermint oil, and orgasm denial
for naughty girls. I use vibrators and sensation play among other things for good girls. I like my cock sucked but I also like to face fuck. And I spank pussies not asses.”

  “What? Wilder that would hurt,” Amara said as her core clenched so hard, she felt a ripple of cramping as she shot her head out from under the sheet.

  Wilder

  His amused chuckle sounded wicked, even to his own ears. “It can, yes. So, I would follow my instructions in bed carefully. So, are we playing, or have you decided it is too much for you?”

  His perky self was wide awake now. His voice was gentle, husky. His erotic self was sending off signals he knew she was receiving loud and clear. He was scorching with desire. She was breathing shallower now.

  “Now, how much experience does my girl have?” he asked as he began repositioning.

  “With what exactly? I’d think you guys would talk more.”

  “Sex with our girl is not a topic of discussion. Now, I won’t bind you because I have a feeling you’ve not had any good experiences there, but we will get past your history and make new memories someday. That day will not be today. But sucking cock?”

  “Um, for real? Once. But I’ve practiced.”

  “Practiced? Well, it's time you upped your reality experience. You may return to your task.”

  Placing her face over his cock, she lowered onto his member and began her loving. Wilder moaned his approval but soon he needed more. He pulled her up from between his thighs and put her back against the headboard.

  “Wrap your hands around my hips and don’t let go.” He said as he moved into position. “I’m going to put a pillow behind your head. Here, let’s use the long one so it won’t slip easily.”

  Satisfied she was in place and comfortable, he spoke again. “Open your mouth, honey. Flatten your tongue and allow me to ease in. Ah, yes, that’s it. God your mouth is so fine. Hot, moist, soft, just what I like. Now you might feel like gagging and that’s okay. I won’t choke you. Don’t panic.”

  He entered her slowly, not going so far that she choked. He would control the play, but he would be careful not to scare her. Wilder was proud of her when she allowed him to sink farther, faster until he was doing what he said he would do. He was fucking her face. Her hands were holding his pumping hips and his were stabilizing her head. Just as her gag reflex was triggering hard, he stopped.