by Renee Burke
She looked away and shook her head. The movement made her headache pound violently. She lifted her hand to massage her temple.
“You’re ill. Let’s get you settled.”
She didn’t fight him as he led her to his bed and drew back the covers. Once she was settled, he flipped the light switch, leaving the room in darkness and quietly closing the door. Sara tried to stem her tears. They were still flowing and her head was nearly exploding with pain when he returned sometime later with another man. He turned up the lights to a low dim.
“Sara, this is Gideon, Dr. Hendrix. I called for him to come have a look.”
She watched the man, warily. He was probably older than Derek, but nearly as handsome and in shape. She hoped he could help her. Derek went to the bathroom and returned with a box of Kleenex. He sat it on the nightstand, but before he could tend to her, the doctor intervened.
“I think you’ve done enough, Derek. I’ll need a few moments alone with my patient.”
She watched Derek with his jaw, tensed, and his fists, clenched. He finally nodded once before retreating from the room.
The doctor placed his bag on a chair before moving to the bathroom. He returned and turned up the light before sitting beside her on the bed and covering her face with a soft damp cloth. It blocked out the light and wiped her tears at the same time.
She exhaled a sigh of relief.
“Painful headache?”
She nodded. He asked questions to localize the pain and find out the details. He felt under her chin, down her throat, and looked for bumps on her head. He checked her forehead and Derek’s handiwork at first aid. Finally he dimmed the light again and sat back before removing the cloth.
“What is the first thing you remember?”
“It was dark. I was on the highway. I guess I walked awhile before Derek drove by.”
“You don’t remember anything before walking?”
She searched her memory. She must have been in a car to get to the highway, but she didn’t remember one. “Nothing.”
“Which direction were you walking?”
She thought about the headlights. They had been at her back.
“The other way. Derek came up from behind. Then he turned around when I got in.” She replayed the scene in her head. “Hmm.”
He cocked his eyebrow and waited.
“I don’t know where he was going. He just brought me back here. He said there wasn’t anything close, but I don’t know why he was out.”
He nodded. “Something for him to answer.” He glanced over the rest of her. “Any other pain, Sara?”
She stretched, testing her condition. “Just some nausea a few times today. This morning.”
He watched her eyes for a moment. “Any chance you could be pregnant?”
Her breath caught. She had almost had sex today. Was she pregnant? “I don’t … I don’t know.”
Dr. Hendrix moved to his bag and pulled a small paper cup free. “We need to know what we’re dealing with. I want to check for signs of trauma if you are. I also can’t prescribe pain medicine without knowing. Give me a urine sample if you can. I’ll do a quick test, and we’ll know for sure.”
She rose gingerly with his help and went to the bathroom to do as he asked.
She left the cup on the counter, and after he assisted her getting back into bed, he went to the bathroom to complete the test.
“Dr. Hendrix…”
“Please, call me Gideon. I am as much friend as family doctor to Derek.”
“Oh. Alright then. Gideon, Derek gave me some pills last night to rest. An antibiotic he had on hand and another pill for pain. What if...”
He nodded. “Tylenol, he already told me. It is fine.”
She watched him as he stood in the bathroom for a few minutes before he dumped the cup and cleaned up the items he’d used.
“Well, it seems you are pregnant.”
Chapter Five
He gave her a few moments to digest the information.
“I don’t know how. I mean I know I have a whole life before yesterday, but I don’t know where or when or even who.” Sara felt the tears well up again. The pain in her head was overwhelming and the feeling of desperation was soul crushing. How would she care for a baby? She knew nothing to help herself.
“Let me do a quick check and tell you how far along you are, and make sure everything is proceeding normally.”
She nodded and glanced at the door.
“Just a quick check for your health and the health of the baby.”
She swallowed and nodded. Gideon slipped into the hall as she slipped off her pants and climbed back onto the bed. He returned a moment later with Derek behind him.
“Your host is very irritating.” His words were stern, but the doctor’s eyes were light. “He claims you need him. He’ll need your permission to stay.” He waited for Sara’s nod before continuing to grumble as he pulled out a pair of gloves and put them on.
Sara glanced at Derek where he sat beside her. This was all so strange. She was in the room with two men, virtually strangers.
Derek’s jaw was still tight. He slipped her hand into his as Gideon returned to do the exam. She felt her face flush when she was uncovered with both men watching as she was examined, exposed and uneasy. The whole experience made her head throb harder.
Her discomfort must have been apparent because Gideon promised it would take just a moment more. Derek leaned down to kiss her lightly on the forehead.
“S’okay.”
She nodded, not sure how.
When she was covered once again, Gideon spoke. “You’re about eight weeks pregnant, from what I can tell.”
Derek stood from the bed and moved to the hall, shutting the door as he left. Sara watched, waiting for him to return, but he didn’t.
“I’ll be able to tell more with an ultrasound. Maybe he can bring you by in a few days. For now, I’m going to give you a pain shot and a prescription for pain pills that are safe for the baby and you. The headache may be associated with emotional trauma that made you lose your memory. I see no signs of physical trauma besides the cut which is really minor. It isn’t the cause. I think as you settle down over a few days, the headache will disappear. If we’re lucky, your memory will reappear.”
“Okay.”
He administered the pain shot and left the room.
Before Derek or the doctor returned, Sara was asleep.
Sometime in the night, Derek joined her in his bed. She woke in the dark from her dreamless sleep lying on her side, headache gone. Derek’s arms were wound around her, his mouth on her neck, and his cock hard against her backside. The fingers of one hand played with her clit as the other hand stroked her nipples. He had been playing for a while because almost as soon as she woke, she cried out as she came. Fluid wet the folds of her sex and her thighs.
“So ready. Warm and wet.” The tip of his cock brushed her folds before pressing deep inside.
Her moan was loud, and the feeling was exquisite. She arched her hips into his thrust. His fingers continued to strum and play her body, winding her up for another orgasm. She heard the wet, slapping sounds as his sex filled hers.
“So fucking good. Pussy’s so tight.” He licked up her neck and found her mouth. His tongue was insistent, mimicking the thrust of his cock. It wasn’t long before she moaned again, her skin flushed with wanting, as she began tightening around his hard erection.
“That’s it. Tighten down on me, babe.” He used the palm of his hand to bear down on her mound, tightening her further, keeping her in place as he drove in and out at the leisurely pace he set. He pinched her nipple with each thrust and then bit down on her neck when she pulsed around him.
He was everywhere. In her, around her, working her body into a frenzy that pushed her from one orgasm to another. When she felt wrecked, totally exhausted from the play, he pulled away, only to turn her on her belly.
“Tuck up on your knees, babe.” She did little. He moved
her where he wanted her before she felt his fingers on her bare folds. She was totally exposed to him this way, her cheek resting on the mattress with her ass in the air. His fingers were soon replaced with his cock again. He pulled her backwards to sit, impaled on him. He pumped ever so slightly in and out and she wondered how he would ever come this way. Then his finger was at her anus, pressing in with cold fluid.
“Lubricant. It’ll feel good. You’ll see.” He didn’t wait for an answer. His finger nudged at the entrance.
He was perched behind her, in her, watching her. Was this a turn on for him?
“Push against me.” She did, and he pressed further inside, breeching her entrance. He stroked her tissues and rolled his finger several times before pulling out and adding more of the slippery fluid with his thumb. He gently moved it around inside before doing it again with two fingers. His cock still pierced her core. She felt him grow harder, longer each time he entered her hole again. Yes, this was a turn on for him.
“Oh.” She cried out at the pressure, doubled with his cock inside her. She felt his fingers stroking her soft barrier between his fingers and his cock. Of its own volition, her body bucked, pushing back against him, pressing his cock deeper inside and lodging his fingers deeper.
“Mmmm. There’s my girl.” His words were like a balm to her soul. Her breathing was no longer steady. She tilted forward again before bumping back against him and crying out.
He bent over her back to kiss her spine before pulling back and pushing deeply again. She was filled with him. So filled, and focused on keeping him there. If he moved an inch back, she followed, lodging him deeply again. He slid his hand under her belly, stroking the soft skin there.
“Okay?”
The baby. It didn’t seem real. She nodded. “Very.”
His hand slid up to pinch her nipple. She gasped at the flash of pain but whined when it was gone. He kneaded her breast before pinching again, harder. She felt her core flex on him.
He pulled his fingers free and she groaned when he totally disengaged from her body. It was only a moment before she felt something edge between her folds. Sara glanced back, a questioning look crossing her face.
“Trust me. You’ll love it.” He waved the silicone phallus so she could see. He waited a moment for her to respond. She laid her head back on the mattress and waited. He slid his fingers between her wet folds and forward to play with her swollen clit. His fingers lightly circled there before delving back inside her pussy to stretch and play.
“You are so amazing. So trusting. So ready. I’m going to reward you for that.”
He slid the vibrator just inside of her folds. It felt enormous. She tried to spread her legs a little, but he stopped her with his knees.
“Stay still.” He left the bed and returned moments later with a pair of fur lined cuffs attached to a third ring. “Hands.”
She didn’t question him and she tried not to think about the pictures she had found. He pulled her shirt free and sucked her nipples before cuffing her wrists and attaching them to a wood piece of the headboard. She was completely vulnerable now.
He stroked her back before pushing her back down into the lowered kneeling position she had held before. He used the vibrator on her pussy as he played with her clit. She was so turned on by the cuffs and not having to think about anything but pleasing him with her body. She felt it slide deeper and caught her breath. It was lodged so deep she didn’t think she could take any more. He pulled it back slightly before nudging it in again. He wrapped straps around her thighs, moving her this way and that before getting her just like he wanted. The movements moved the vibrator within her, and it felt so sexy that she was on the verge of another orgasm when he settled her back into position with a sharp slap to her ass.
He rubbed her anus again with more lubrication and she held her breath. Was he going to?
“Press out as I push in. It’ll make it easier on you.” He pressed the head of his cock against her hole, moving forward. If she could have inhaled any more deeply, she would have, but it made no difference. His head cleared the tight ring of muscle with a pop feeling and she exhaled. Sweat dotted her skin.
“So fucking good. You are so tight, beautiful girl. So good.” He slid forward a little before easing all the way back out and starting again.
“Why? What are you doing?”
He slapped her ass twice this time. “I’m doing you.”
He pressed the head back against the muscle. “Open for me.”
Her body responded by pressing against him, and he slid deeper this time. Sara caught her breath. He thrust several short pulses before pulling free again.
“Oh, please.” She wasn’t sure what she was asking for. Derek seemed to know. He licked up her back before pressing the head of his cock against the entrance again.
“You feel so amazing squeezing against the head of my cock. Like a tight little home made just for me. Now, one more time, and I’m going to fuck you like this.”
She pressed against him, and he slid all the way in. She might have protested but before she had the chance, he flipped a switch, and the vibrator lodged deep in her pussy began to rotate and pulse, stroking her deep inside and circling a piece around her clit on the outside.
“Oh, Derek.”
“Mmmm. Yeah. Let me hear you.”
And he did. She couldn’t stop moaning and crying out. The pressure within was so intense. He stroked her on the inside, riding her at the pace he set. She felt his sweat drip onto her back and knew he was caught up in his pleasure. He leaned forward to grab her breast and roll her nipple. The movement shoved his cock more deeply inside her ass, pressing the vibrator down on her g spot, and she groaned out loud. As he tweaked and pinched one nipple then the other, he pumped his hips in short thrusts, and she came.
He followed her, and she felt the hot splash of come as he pulsed. The feeling was so personal, so intense, Sara felt like she’d been conquered. It was connecting, joining, this type of sex, and when he pulled free and moved to get a cloth to clean her up, she felt bereaved. He released her and held her in his arms until she was fast asleep. When she woke, her headache was completely gone.
Chapter Six
At breakfast, Gretchen was no longer hostile. She didn’t seem exactly happy, but Sara got the feeling it wasn’t directed at her but Derek this time.
“Any word from the police?”
Derek’s fork stilled. “Nothing new.”
She continued to eat and watched as Gretchen finished cleaning up the dishes and left.
“Where does she go?”
“Who?”
“Gretchen?”
“Errands.”
Sara nodded and walked toward the living room. “She doesn’t like one of us.”
He sighed. “She’s not happy with some of the decisions I’m making right now.”
She waited for more information, but he clearly wasn’t going to give it to her.
“I have some work to do in my office. Let me know if you need me.”
Derek went down the stairs leaving Sara to watch television. She did for several hours but grew bored. She walked down the stairs to explore and heard his voice. She moved closer but slowed at the angry tone. She edged closer, wondering who he was speaking with. Was it Gretchen?
“The situation could be better, but I have it under control.”
He paused. “It has nothing to do with Victoria.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I moved them this morning while she was in the shower. The headache is better.”
“It is. No doubt. “
“Thanks.” His voice was wry and his expression, tired. He straightened at whatever the other person said. “You stay away. I’m not ready yet. She’s not going anywhere.”
She flattened herself against the wall. So he was talking about her. She glanced around.
What had he moved, and where else would she go? Did he know who she was?
She quietly moved back upstairs to the bedroom. She
glanced around at the space. Was there something here that would tell her who she was? He had clearly been talking about her, so what did he move? Victoria. The woman in the photos? She walked toward the closet.
“Let’s get outside for a while so you can sleep tonight.”
She jumped at Derek’s voice from the doorway. She composed her expression and turned. “What?”
“I just think a little fresh air will help you rest better.”
He led her to a mud room by the back door and pulled a thick jacket with a fluffy collar from the hook for her. She hesitated for a moment. “Is this Gretchen’s?”
“No.”
“Whose then?”
He tapped her nose lightly with the tip of his finger. “Aren’t you the curious one?”
She froze. “I don’t actually know.”
He slid his hand down her cheek before opening the back door. His touch was warm and welcome and from the look on his face, she was sure he knew that. They stepped into the bright sunshine, and Sara inhaled deeply. “Where are we going?”
“I thought we’d take a ride.”
She tilted her head, considering. “Horses?”
He laughed. “No horses. “
“You don’t like horses or they don’t like you?” She knew that people who didn’t have rapport with animals couldn’t be trusted.
“Neither. I just don’t have the time to properly care for horses.” He continued toward a large building in the backyard. The fields rolled into new hills for as far as the eye could see. The only thing breaking up the fields were a few tree lines in the distance and a pond off to one side. “I was thinking more of a two wheel ride.”
The gleaming black animal stood in the middle of an open space in the building. Metal and chrome, power and finesse. On a shelf sat several helmets. Derek pulled the band from Sara’s hair, and she shook it out, curls tangling down her back, as he watched. Then he helped her put on the helmet before grabbing one for himself.
“I’m not sure this is the best idea.”
“It is the absolute best idea I’ve had in a long time.” He slid onto the seat and gave her a sideways glance. “Coming?”