by Gina Kincade
“Ben, no, no. I can’t.”
“You can and you will. I know you love me too. We can’t live unless we live together.”
He buried his face in her neck and hair while he inched closer and slid his cock into her asshole. She arched her back, raising her ass to meet him as he entered her.
He slid in slowly. Bri began to move and relax, to breathe her first full breath of freedom and acceptance. She knew who she was becoming as she grinded her hips in reluctant excitement. While she didn’t quite fully know who she was or had been, she knew she was nothing without this man.
She needed him. She loved him. She wanted him desperately. Her passion unleashed and she bucked and wiggled underneath his skillful grip. He reached around to finger her pussy.
She was on fire! She wanted more she wanted him IN her. She begged…
“Ben, please—inside…inside…I need you inside.”
“I am inside you, baby, and you’re tight and hot and wet. Here, lemme give you these…”
And he slipped several fingers in her slick pussy. His thumb insistently strummed her hooded pearl as it grew and stretched out for more.
Bri cried out in painful delight,
“I can’t wait, Bri; you’re so tight. I’m so…I need you.”
“Don’t, Ben. I love you, fuck me. God, Ben, I’m coming, I’m coming—fuck me, harder, faster. Now, that’s it, right there—there!”
Ben pushed into her and shot, exploded into Bri sending her to another hemisphere of volcanic euphoria.
“Sit…I have to sit, please Ben…stay…inside…me.”
Ben backed up to the shower bench and sat, pulling Brianna off her feet and onto his lap. He was as deeply pushed into her as possible.
Bri sighed and leaned against him, gyrating in his lap, milking and pulling, contracting, sucking they love from his cock into her body. She felt him hit the innermost depths of her soul and she could feel him leaving himself, the fervor of his love deeply within her.
One…two…three…four…she lost count as she launched into her orgasm. The rumbling waves of volcanic eruption overtook her senses and she abandoned herself into his love…
“Oh, Ben, Ben, Ben…I love you, Ben…my Ben.”
“Bri, I can’t live without your love. Oh, God…!
They both abandoned into the throes of their mutual passion and they came in waves of mounting eruption. The explosion was shared, uniquely theirs and yet uniquely their own.
Ben had a breast in each hand when he finally refocused. The shower still running, a soft mist wafting up around them replaced the pelting, insistent spray. It was a comfort to Brianna.
Ben stood and set Bri on her feet. He finished washing her body and her wounds gently—lovingly. He kissed her shoulder gently.
“Ben, I am not who you think I am…”
“No, Brianna, you’re exactly who I know you are. You are not who you think you are.”
“But, Ben…there is so much to talk about.”
“I know, Bri, there is, certainly. But, right now? Or can we dry off and get dressed? Trust me, Bri—it will all only make us stronger because you will be stronger.”
“Oh, Ben, what did I ever do to deserve you?”
“You became you, just as I am me. The past—your past—doesn’t define you, Brianna. It is only the road you had to take to get to me, just as mine is. Think of it this way—our lives did not begin until the day we met. Our strength is not alone, but together. Now let me towel you off and get you dressed. All this can wait for another day.”
Several days later, Ben came home but Louka didn’t leave. Bri had pumped Louka all day trying to find out the status of her sister’s case and her own assault. Although she didn’t really care about her assault, she’d asked for it and Bobby delivered. She had disrespected him and shown bad faith on the street and no respect to him with his scumbag friend in his cesspool digs. It wasn’t about the dickhead or Bobby—it was all about Brianna. She was out of control and Bobby had to do something about her. She knew that. She’d been on the streets long enough to know.
Bobby thought he killed her, she was sure. Another whore murdered that didn’t make the front page. That was good for her. She could disappear forever, start over somewhere—maybe even with Ben—and Bobby would be none the wiser. Maybe.
Her mind was racing. She needed a cigarette…what…?
“Bri, hi honey. Could you come into the living room please?”
“I just started dinner, Ben; you want a drink? Louka?”
They both declined. They were in medical mode.
“Humm, I think I’ll have one. This sounds serious. Sure neither of you don’t want a drink? Can’t send me to the gallows on one wing!”
“No, darling, sit down. Louka has some information she wants to share with you about your sister and your mother…about you, too. But first… I want to say something to you.”
“Oh, Ben, you’re scaring me. What, just tell me. What the fuck is it?”
“Okay…I love you Brianna. I have loved you from the moment I saw you the very first time all those many months ago.”
“Ben, what the f…?”
“I want you to please, please, make me the happiest man on earth and marry me. Will you be my wife—to have, to hold, in the darkness and the light? Will you marry me?”
“Louka?” Brianna swung a look at Louka who smiled but not enthusiastically. “Ben? What are you doing? What does this have to do with Tatianna? Or my mother? What the fuck does this have to do with ME? Ben, please, don’t do this…”
“Don’t do what, Bri? Love you? Want you? Need you?”
“You know, Ben: I know you know. Don’t do this to me. Please.”
“I love you, Bri.”
“We both love you, Bri,” Louka added.
“I love both of you. But, I can’t. You must know that.”
“We do. That’s why we are here to help you. I bought you something.” Ben reached into his pocket and to Brianna’s horror, he withdrew a small velvet box. He slid from the chair in which he sat and knelt before her. “I have never loved another woman. That is clear to me now. I have played in the theater of love, but was never cast until I saw you. From the moment I first saw you, my heart was yours. I saw myself as your exquisite potential if you would but let me love you, let me kiss you even once. I knew I could win you over. But, my journey into your heart has been fraught with obstacles, all of which were leveled against you. That broke my heart because I want to protect you, to love you, to nurture you.”
“I can’t, Ben,” she spoke barely above a whisper.
“That may be true, my love, but you must. I will protect you. So will Louka. Like it or not, you must marry me, if not for love, then shelter.”
“But, why, Ben, why?”
“Say yes first.”
“Ben, you know I love you. You also know I am not good enough for you. Your parents would have this marriage annulled before we had a bite of wedding cake. I can’t blame them. Can you?”
“Yes, I can. It is none of their business. I am a man. I love a woman. I will have that woman as my wife, my partner, my journey and no other. It is not their decision.”
“I have waited and looked for you my whole life, Ben. Louka, explain to him I am not right, I am not good enough. He deserves better.”
“I have, my sweet friend, for I knew that is what you would have me say. But he listened to not one word. His mind is set. You might just as well release yourself into his love for he has passion enough for us all.”
“Brianna…please, marry me.”
“Ben, I love you beyond the limits of reason. I knew the moment I saw your tousled golden hair, blue eyes and heart-shaped face that I could never deny you. I have denied you for months and I have no strength left. I love you, Ben, with all my heart. But I am not well.”
“We know, darling, but you will be.”
“I don’t mean my injuries—my attack.”
“We don’t either. Marry
me.”
“Ben…”
“Marry me, Bri.”
“Marry him, Bri,” Louka added.
“Louka! You, too? What can I say? I’ll marry you Ben. Forgive me now.”
“That won’t be necessary—ever.”
Brianna took a sip from her wine and finally took a deep breath and sighed.
“So, what it is? First, is it all true?”
They both began to explain to Brianna that yes, indeed it was true—nearly all of it.
“I have been remembering things—things from long ago. My mother, Tatianna…”
Tatianna and her father died in a car train accident when both girls were only four years old. Her mother committed suicide when Brianna was thirteen. Her mother was only thirty seven. Her mother was tortured. She was driving and the car stalled on the tracks. Her husband, the girls’ father, and Tati were in the back seat and couldn’t get out of the coup fast enough. Brianna’s mother grabbed Bri’s wrist and pulled her to safety while her husband and her other little girl perished. She died every day she breathed and they did not. It was finally too much.
Brianna suffered multiple contusions, a head injury and a broken leg that at one time left her with a slight limp. But, she grew up looking for her sister. She lived a life burdened by survivor’s guilt so took on the personae of her sister. The SFPD found all of this out when they investigated her sister’s presumed murder. Their psychologist felt Brianna was trying to break free of the guilt she was burdened with by her father and sister’s death on the train tracks.
“Brianna, you were only four years old. Why did you feel so responsible for their death? At four, what could you have done?”
“Died, too. But, I didn’t and neither did my mother. She knew it; she felt it. It was wrong. We all should have died and in that split second, she was forced to choose. I know she did the natural thing, but she wanted to die. I did too…in the end. Since my attack, I have remembered everything. Louka thinks it’s all coming back to me because of the trauma to my head and that may be. All I know is that I’ve been living in fear that you would discover the real me and want to get away as fast as possible.”
“My poor darling, nothing could be further from the truth.” Ben was gentle when he touched Brianna’s cheek.
“You created a life for Tatianna that would, sooner than later, put her in harm’s way. Tatianna smoked, not you. But the real you was holding on for survival just as much to punish yourself as to live. As you became stronger, the Tati you created was leaving you because she was never real. She was you, trying to even the score. The police knew much about this and surmised more. There never was Tatianna’s body, so they would never look for a killer. It made you even more determined, more fierce to find her killer and level justice. It was you who went out at night as Tati and you Brianna that held everything together in the daytime, cooking, cleaning, washing…but it was you letting her live when the life you wanted, the life you lived, would kill you sooner than later. You wanted her life to kill you because you didn’t deserve to live. You walked the fine edge, the precipice. You looked into the abyss and saw your reflection. But, then you met Ben. And Ben touched your soul.”
“Oh, my God…” Brianna whispered. “I came to know all this. I was so afraid I would lose you when I knew that to lose you I must to save myself…protect myself. So, it was all me? All of it? Trying to make amends; to give Tatianna the life I had because I didn’t die?”
“Yes, something like that. In the end, you saved yourself. You knew that they were all dead. You said that the first night in the ER after your attack. ‘They’re all dead.’ That’s what you said. I started listening to you closer then. And I fell in love with you. Let me help you, Bri.”
“Inside our mind and in our hearts, Brianna,” Louka began, “there is hidden place that contains our mind within our mind. It is there that you will find another version of yourself, the true edition, the real version of yourself—your true self—hidden in the recesses that are your memories. We do not find that tiny hidden secreted self by drinking, taking drugs, travelling—by consulting psychics—or by searching the eyes and hearts of strangers. We find that self by sitting still, being quiet and looking inside. You have been forced to sit still and look at your reflection in the black abyss. You have asked yourself: is this what I want, is this who I am? Your true self will always answer. Your true self did answer. It is in your innate nature to protect and shield yourself from pain and heartache. But, you will also want to punish yourself when you believe it to be your fault. It is not. A child is not responsible. Your mother was not responsible. No one was but you are the sole survivor. There was no one left to carry the mantle of blame or responsibility but you. We are here to help you realize that it was not your fault. That to punish yourself through your sister is not to honor her life nor yours. There are simple signs, the clothes, the slips in apartment ownership, the smoking when you clearly did not smoke. And so many other things that were your flares for help. As doctors, luckily for you, we are trained to recognize these cries for help. We refer these patients to the psychologists and psychiatrists trained to administer the appropriate treatment. Unfortunately for you, your cries went unheard until your assault, which was meant for your sister, who was you in reality, but not you in your own mind. Do you follow me?”
“Yes, I think so. What I think you’re saying is that I brought Tati that back to life in me, to be with me, because I felt guilty I lived and she didn’t. So, I was like a multiple personality?”
“Yes, darling, just like a person with multiple people living inside her. But, they weren’t. It was your unfounded guilt that brought them to life to punish yourself. Do you understand their deaths are not your fault? There was nothing you could do?”
“Yes, but, all the other stuff: the drinking, the whoring, the unspeakable things I did in the name of Tati. I don’t understand why I would want to bring her to life just to besmirch her.”
“I don’t either. That is where Louka will help you. By the way, do people really talk like that?”
“Like what?”
“Besmirch? Do people really use that word? Besmirch?”
“I guess so…I just did.”
“Guess I’ll have to get used to your big words.”
“I hope so.”
“Please, let me love you. Love me, please.”
“Oh, Ben, I do love you. Will I be alright? Will my heart ever heal? Will I ever be whole?”
“Yes, darling, we will both be healed and whole now that we have found each other. Nothing—no one—not even Zeus, can keep us apart. Our souls and our hearts have healed as one.”
The End
Save Me: A Singular Obsession Novella by Lucy Leroux
Contemporary Romance Erotica
Chapter One
“This wound is healing nicely,” Dr. Eric Tam said, squinting at the mostly-closed hole in the billionaire’s arm. He kneeled down on a Persian carpet that probably cost more than he made a year.
Eric was in Oxford, England. He had been sent by his employer, Calen McLachlan, to check on his friend Gio Morgese after the man was hurt saving his fiancée, Sophia.
Though he was from Rome, Gio was currently living in England to be close to her. Their home was a luxury penthouse in the center of the city.
He’d met quite a few of his boss’ friends but not the Italian banker he’d gone to school with. So far the man was as kind as his reputation. He was certainly being very patient considering this checkup was largely unnecessary. The banker had an entire team of medical staff at his disposal.
“That’s what my doctor said,” Gio replied, with a faint smile on his face, but he wasn’t looking at him. His attention on his fiancée, who moved around in the kitchen behind Eric’s back.
“Calen didn’t have to send you all the way out here,” he added, watching Sophia with a slightly dazed expression.
“It’s not a problem,” Eric assured him. “He just wanted to make sure you
were okay since he couldn’t fly out to visit himself.”
He was about to explain what was keeping Calen in Boston, but decided not to bother. Gio wasn’t listening to him. Eric didn’t blame the man for his distraction. Sophia, a curvaceous Hispanic woman, was the definition of a Latin bombshell.
He turned his head briefly to find the woman in question had also stopped what she was doing when she sensed Gio’s gaze on her. The two shared a private glance filled with a heat so intense, Eric was surprised his hair wasn’t singed in the crossfire.
Across the room, Sophia blushed and put her head down. Feeling warm himself, he turned back to Gio, focusing on putting a clean bandage on his arm…but a heavy weight started to collect in his chest. It grew until it was too difficult to ignore.
Andie.
He hadn’t thought about her in months—had forced himself not to. Seeing Gio and Sophia share a private moment brought it all back. Overwhelmed by a wave of pain and regret, he tightened the fastening on the bandage too much. Hurrying to fix his mistake, he readjusted it until it was perfect.
“Are we done here?” Gio asked softly.
He glanced up to see his patient’s golden-brown eyes were on him now. Though Gio was still being polite, he could feel the man’s frustration to be alone with his smoking hot fiancée.
Eric coughed. “Of course,” he said, trying to think of something else to add. When he couldn’t, he focused on gathering his gear.
Since his physician’s assistant had taken a job that required less travel, he had to pack up his equipment on his own. It wasn’t a problem this time. His medical bag wasn’t big. Working solo was only an issue when he needed to have special equipment shipped out, like a sonogram or portable x-ray machine.
Gio stood to walk him to the door. “Thank you again for coming all this way. I told Calen it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted.”
“It was no problem,” he repeated. “I was just across the pond in France doing health insurance exams for Calen’s new restaurant employees in Paris.”