Reclaiming

by Gabrielle Demonico

  He smiled and leaned in to her ear. “Let me finish what you started.” He whispered.

  Daniella’s entire body exploded with goose pimples.

  “Ohhh, Goooddd…” she moaned. Her lips parted for an instant to offer a final paltry protest but as they did, his head moved towards her breasts. All at once, he started to squeeze, lick and kiss them. The deep ache she experienced in that instant caught her by surprise. As he massaged and fondled her tits, her back arched and she thrust her ample bosom upwards into his hungry mouth.

  After a few moments, Daniella’s hands fell away from his loose locks and towards his waist. With eagerness, she unbuttoned his jeans and fumbled for the zipper. Jett chuckled as she struggled to free him from the denim restraints. And then after a bit of assistance from him, she looked on with lust as he removed the last barrier between them.

  Daniella’s mouth dropped open when his spectacular cock emerged. It seemed like a lifetime passed her by since she last laid eyes upon it. Eager with lust, she groped for it in a desperate attempt to satiate the desire which consumed her. But Jett wagged his finger at her, swatted her hand away and with a sly smile made a slow descent between her thighs.

  “Fuck…” she moaned as he neared her wet sex.

  Jett groaned in approval and in the next moment, Daniella felt the heat of his tongue upon her. On pure instinct, she thrust her hips against his mouth. Still desperate for the release denied to her moments before, she rocked back and forth against his face with aggression. Jett’s right hand moved in a single smooth motion towards her belly where he rubbed it in slow circular motion.

  “Relax…” he said.

  Daniella nodded and for the moment at least her climax remained at bay.

  Then in a flourish, Jett slipped two fingers inside of her while at the same time his mouth applied unbearable suction against her mound.

  Daniella bucked against his face. “How…” she gasped. “Am I supposed… to… relax… when you do that?”

  Jett chuckled as she suffered. Over the next several minutes his mouth, tongue and fingers drove her the brink of sexual insanity. Daniella imagined once she did climax it would be an unbearable experience. She fully expected she might not survive it but as Jett continued to drive her ecstasy to new heights, she somehow found the strength to see it through.

  And then, all of a sudden, she was there… once again… where she was when she emerged from her dream. Climax bared down upon her and she felt at any moment, she would at last be set free. As bliss closed in, Daniella started to rock her hips back and forth against the heat of Jett’s mouth.

  “Mmm, hmmm…” she groaned as she thrust her fingers into his hair once again. “Yes, yes, yes….” She hissed.

  In response, Jett stepped up his intensity and bared down upon her clit with abandon.

  “Oh my….” Daniella gasped. “Oh my God.”

  As he continued with masterful strokes of his fingers, Jett’s mouth broke free of her pussy. “Is it time, Daniella?” He asked. “Are you ready?”

  “I… shit… I…” Daniella moaned as she slapped the mattress and rocked her hips back and forth against his face. “Yes… yes… yyyeeessss!!!” She cried out.

  “Good,” he said. “Me too.”

  “Wha…” Daniella grunted in a semi stupor.

  Then in a flash of movement, muscle and momentum Jett flipped Daniella on all fours. Dazed from the chain of events, she barely managed to regain her wits when she felt the head of his shaft pressed into her.

  “Ohh…” she gasped.

  Jett lingered there for a fraction of a second and in one smooth motion, Daniella shuddered as he drove his cock inside of her.

  “Holy shit, holy shit!” She cried out.

  A mere grunt emerged from him as he plunged her depths. In the days and weeks since his disappearance, Daniella wondered if she would ever delight in the experience of his flesh and hers together again. So many things went wrong and were still wrong that the odds seemed stacked against it. Yet somehow in this brief, intimate moment nothing seemed beyond their reach as she relaxed into the bliss of surrender. Daniella felt Jett’s cock continue to swell inside of her with each stroke. His large hands grabbed onto the ample flesh of her ass as he fucked her harder, deeper, stronger…

  Daniella’s legs began to shake beneath her. She braced herself with her hands and dropped her head down as Jett continued to accelerate the pace of his thrusts. His hard pelvis collided with her curves over and again until all of a sudden she felt his body harden like stone.

  “Fuck!” He shouted. “Are you ready, Daniella?”

  “Yes!” She screamed.

  In a flash, she felt Jett grip her hard at the waist and before she realized it, he quickened the pace and force of his thrusts to an unprecedented level. Daniella’s head bobbed back and forth between her arms as her now twice denied release leapt to the forefront of her awareness.

  “Mmm, hmmm…” she chanted. Her breasts swung back and forth as she lurched closer to her moment of ultimate joy.

  “Yes, yes… I am… it’s….” She screamed.

  “Yes!” Jett cried out.

  “Oooohhhh… ohhhh…” she moaned as she slammed her hips back into his dick. And then, she lost it. Once the full measure of all he had to offer filled her, she erupted at last. Daniella screamed and gripped at the sheets beneath her, tearing them in the process.

  “Ohhh, fuck, I… fuck!!!” She yelled.

  At almost the same moment, Jett’s body seized and pulsed. “I’m coming, Daniella… I…”

  Daniella nodded, grunted and once again pressed her hips hard into his. Jett’s thrusts accelerated into a powerful crescendo and with a vice-like grip on them, he pumped himself deep within her.

  “Ahhhh!!!!” He groaned.

  As Daniella’s body reverberated with the remnants of her own climax, she felt the telltale warmth of her man’s zenith. She purred in delight as his cock spurted inside of her. For several moments, she relaxed into the aftershocks of his final thrusts as he emptied himself within her.

  As Jett withdrew from her, Daniella collapsed onto the mattress. Jett fell next to her and as he did, he raised his arms towards his head as they relaxed in the shine of their shared afterglow.

  “Jesus…” he exhaled.

  Daniella’s hair covered her face as she watched him. For several seconds, Jett relaxed until his breath returned to something closer to normal. At last, he turned and looked at Daniella. He reached over and pulled the hair out of her eyes. They looked at one another in silence.

  “So, I guess that means you’ve decided to help me after all?” He asked.

  Daniella wrinkled her brow at him. “What makes you think that?”

  “Well, I figured…” he began. “Because of what we did. I mean…”

  “Oh,” Daniella replied. “That… No, I was just really horny.” She flipped the rest of her hair out of the way and laughed.

  “You little…” Jett said as he started to tickle her.

  “Jett!” She shrieked as she rolled around and tried to fend him off. “Aaahhh!!! Stop!!!”

  After a good thirty seconds or so of torture, he relented and collapsed next to her again.

  “Oh, I have to catch my breath…” she said.

  “You’re lucky I stopped when I did.”

  She smiled and rolled over towards him. With half of her body draped over his, she looked up at him and said, “I’m the lucky one, huh?”

  Jett smiled as Daniella looked at him. “Hey, how did you even get in here anyway?” She asked.

  “Well I knocked but you never answered.” He said. “The door was open so I came in and well…”

  “Oh, that’s what that noise was.” She said as she recalled her dream.

  “What noise?” He asked.

  “Oh, it’s nothing.” She replied.

  He smiled and began to stroke her head. Daniella looked into his eyes for a moment and then laid her head on his chest. Her fingern
ails traveled in lazy strokes up and down the length of his still glistening torso.

  “We have an appointment with Dr. Mallory tomorrow morning at nine o’clock.” She said.

  “Thank you, Daniella.” He said. “I cannot even begin to tell you how much this means to me.”

  “Well,” she began. “You could try…”

  He chuckled and as he did she felt the vibration of it in his chest.

  “You can’t stay, you know.” She said. “They always watch me when I leave. I’ll have to pick you up somewhere along the way.”

  “Yeah, I understand.” He replied. “So are you kicking me out right now?”

  Daniella’s hand worked its way down towards his cock. As she reached it, she noticed it was rock hard once more.

  “Hmm, not just yet.” She said with a smile.

  ***

  Daniella left early in the morning and picked up Jett at the location they’d discussed the night before. It was their first time in public together and she wasn’t about to take any chances someone would recognize him. So before she left her house, she grabbed an old baseball cap, a pair of sunglasses and a wig she’d worn years earlier to a Halloween party.

  She’d dressed up as a witch with jet black hair.

  It was tacky but fun.

  As Jett jumped in the car, she passed the disguise to him and said, “Here, put this on.”

  Jett picked up the hat, wig and sunglasses. “Really?” He said as he looked at her.

  “Yes, Jett.” She said. “Just please… Do it for me.”

  “Alright…” he groaned. For several seconds, he messed with the disguise as Daniella kept watch in the rear view mirrors.

  “Okay,” he said. “Whatdya think?”

  She turned towards him and broke into hysterical laughter right away.

  “Ha, ha, ha…” Jett deadpanned. “I’m sure it’s hilarious. I’m so glad you are amused. Can we just go please?”

  “Why of course, madam,” she replied as she started the engine. “Where would you like to go? Will it be your ten o’clock bridge game with the other ladies in your order or are you having high tea with the wicked witch of Pine Hill?”

  “Just friggin’ drive…” Jett said. His tone dripped with displeasure.

  Daniella pulled away. “As you witch…” she said. “Hey, you get it? Instead of wish there I used witch.”

  “Yeeaahh, I get it.” Jett said. “Let’s just not talk for a while. How’s that sound?”

  “Of course,” she replied as she burst into laughter once again and slapped the steering wheel. “Your witch is my command!”

  “Christ…” Jett replied as he pulled dusty synthetic witch hair out of his mouth.

  About fifteen minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of Dr. Mallory’s office and after Jett removed the disguise, they headed inside the building. As they entered the office, Dr. Mallory was nowhere in sight. Daniella scanned the room when Jett nudged her and pointed towards a partially open door in the back left of the room.

  “Bathroom?” He whispered.

  Daniella shrugged. “I guess.” She whispered back.

  “Hello?” Dr. Mallory’s voice called out from behind the door. “Daniella? Is that you?”

  “Yes… I… it’s me.” Daniella stammered in response.

  “Good, I’ll be right out.”

  “Okay.”

  As she finished, Jett and Daniella sat on the couch next to her desk. Moments later, the bathroom light switched off and Dr. Mallory appeared. She fidgeted with her blouse as she exited and didn’t look in their direction right away.

  With her eyes focused on her midsection, she walked into the room and said, “Daniella, how have you been, I…”

  She looked up at them and froze in place.

  “No… what…” she uttered as she pointed at Jett. “…is he, that, doing here?”

  Daniella jumped to her feet.

  “Dr. Mallory, please, just give me a chance to explain.” She begged.

  The doctor made a quick retreat behind the desk. She never took her eyes off of Jett as she felt around the desk for her phone.

  “Looking for this?” Jett asked as he produced it and waved it in the air.

  “Hand that over, right now…” Dr. Mallory threatened.

  “No!” Daniella interjected. Her tone caught Dr. Mallory by surprise.

  “Daniella!” She exclaimed. “What is the meaning of this?”

  “Dr. Mallory, please, I am begging you.” Daniella said. “Will you just sit down and listen to me for a second?”

  The doctor glared at Daniella for a moment and then took a seat in the oversized leather chair behind her desk.

  “Three minutes…” Dr. Mallory warned. “… and not one second longer.”

  In as fast and thorough a manner as she could, Daniella explained everything which occurred since they last saw her. As she drew to a close, Jett interrupted.

  “Dr. Mallory, you are the only person other than Daniella who knows what I am… the problem I have or whatever you want to call it.” He said. “Believe me, I am not looking for sympathy from you. I am looking for answers.”

  Dr. Mallory took a deep breath and straightened herself up in her seat.

  “Answers to what, Jett?” She said. “It’s up to the courts to decide your guilt or innocence, not me.”

  “No, that’s not what I mean.” Jett replied.

  He walked towards her desk and as he moved toward her she recoiled. He lifted his arms in a peaceful gesture. “I just want to talk, I promise.”

  She nodded and he took a seat in front of her desk as Daniella stood nearby.

  “Dr. Mallory,” Jett began. “The last time I came here, it’s fair to say we uncovered a great deal about my past. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  “Yes…” she replied with a cautious nod.

  He gestured towards Daniella. “She’s been a patient of yours for a while now, right?”

  “Yes, she has.”

  “Do you trust her?”

  “Yes, well, I did.” She said as she cast a glance at Daniella. “I’m not so sure about that anymore.”

  Jett leaned forward and placed his hands on her desk.

  “Doc, please…” he began as he interlaced his hands together in a prayerful gesture. “Do you really think Daniella would be here with me, risking everything, including going to jail, if she thought I was a killer?”

  The doctor listened in silence.

  “I get that I scared you when I was here before,” Jett continued. “Hell, it freaks me the hell out too. It’s not easy knowing that you’re a… whatever I am. But I can promise you there’s no darkness in my heart. I love that woman right there and I would die to protect her. I would do that for anyone close to me. That’s how I know I could never do what I am accused of doing.”

  As he finished, he leaned back in the chair. For several moments, Dr. Mallory remained silent. Finally, she nodded and leaned back in her chair as well.

  “Alright Jett,” she said. “Let’s suppose I am willing to accept that what you are telling me is the truth. What do you hope to gain by undergoing hypnosis again?”

  Jett shrugged. “I don’t know but at this point, it’s the only chance I’ve got.” He replied as he shook his head. “I need to know if there’s anyone else, anywhere, who knows who… or what, I am. There must be someone in Pine Hill but I have no idea where to look. I’m out of time and options. All I’m asking for is one session to see if there’s anything.”

  “Jett, you realize that if the police find out you were here, I have no choice but to tell them you forced your way in here.” The doctor said. “I have no desire to go to jail for helping you.”

  “Not a problem, Doc. So it that a yes?”

  Dr. Mallory exhaled. “I suppose.”

  “Thanks Doc.” He replied. “You’ve got a good heart.”

  “Try and remember that during your trial, Jett.” She deadpanned. “Very well,” she continued. “Let’s s
tart right away. I don’t want you here any longer than is necessary.”

  Within ten minutes, Jett was under and Dr. Mallory began to ask him a series of questions in the hopes of uncovering more about his identity. Satisfied he was in a suggestive state she picked up where they left off in the prior visit.

  “Jett,” she said as she leaned in towards him, “who killed your brother?”

  “I don’t know…” he muttered. “Don’t know them… they attacked us… they came out of nowhere.”

  “Where were you when this happened?” She asked. “What were you doing?”

  “Camping. We… we thought they were poachers or something but… they weren’t.” He replied. “There was… too many of them… so we split up. I got away… came back to the camp… Wyatt… my gun, both gone.”

  “What happened then?”

  “I hid… a makeshift shelter… about three miles downstream… waited until the next night and then hitched a ride back to town… Wyatt’s pickup trashed.”

  “Jett, where did you go in town? Do you have a home there?”

  “No, I stay with my folks… 441 Winding Pine Way.”

  Daniella and Dr. Mallory looked at one another immediately.

  “He’s releasing more information this time.” Dr. Mallory said with a whisper. “Something’s changed in his subconscious.”

  “Any idea what?” Daniella asked.

  Dr. Mallory grimaced. “No, hard to say. All we can do is keep digging and see how far we can get.”

  Daniella nodded and as she did, Dr. Mallory returned her attention to Jett.

  “So is that where you went? To your parents’ home?” she asked.

  “Yes… almost.”

  “What do you mean? Almost?”

  “Mom called… she said the police were there…” he muttered. “Wyatt… dead… my gun found next to his body.”

  Jett’s breath began to become more erratic and labored. The two women exchanged nervous glances. The memory of what happened once before was still fresh for both of them.

  Dr. Mallory paused the session for a moment. “Daniella, I… I am starting to feel uncomfortable. Have you seen that side of him again?”

  “No,” Daniella said as she shook her head. “The only time I’ve seen him turn or whatever was here in your office.”