Climax Of The Lost Ones

After a week of playing doctor and not in the way he'd like, all of her bruises were fading, leaving a few cuts and scrapes; a few will scar. Amber moves more in her sleep, only now with moans and mumbles reflecting arousal instead of pain. Who is she thinking of as she sighs in her sleep? It has taken several cold showers for Troy to avoid taking advantage of her vulnerability. He doesn't even know her name, but in his head, Troy calls her "Mine."

This is not how he planned his long weekend to turn out, but he's not complaining. It's a good thing that he's self-employed and can take as much time away as needed. Troy called Sophie to inform her of the longer break, however, at the time he didn't know how long he'd be gone and promised to keep in touch.

Standing on her white sandy beach, breathing in the ocean air, the sand squishes in her toes, and the gentle waves lap at her ankles. She calls this place mine because no one else ever comes here. Turning her face up to the sun, she felt warm caresses all over her body. Then she felt the caress of her blue-eyed lover sliding up and down her skin. Needing more but not knowing what or how to ask for it, has her moaning, hoping it encourages him to take it further. She felt fire everywhere he touches, licking every inch of skin. In her favorite yellow bikini, inch of skin. In her favorite yellow bikini, that leaves very little skin untouched by the sun's warmth and his hands, she soaks in the heat. He leans in and trails a hot wet tongue from her ear to her neck then sinks his teeth in at the base. Amber moans, hoping it encourages him to keep going as chills races up and down her spine, causing her to go weak. Her hunger for him overwhelms her; Her body seeks more of his touch. Turning to get closer, her dream lover turns into a tattooed predator, and Amber screamed as darkness takes over her fantasy.

"Hey, it's ok. It was just a dream."

Her eyes flew open to see her dream lover leaning over her. His calloused hands slowly moves up and down her arms leaving streaks of fire in their wake. Taking several deep breaths to calm her heart before it explodes out of her chest, Amber starts to cry uncontrollably. Was it a dream or a memory trying to break free? Not knowing is what scares her. Her beautiful dream man slowly picks her up and pulls her into his lap calming her sobs. He tucks her against his chest and lays his chin on top of her head.

"Ssshhh, it's ok, I've got you, Baby. No one can hurt you here."

Somehow his voice encourages her to lean back, look into those electric blue eyes and whisper, "I don't know your name"

Troy have lessened the dosage of sleep aid, hoping to get her more coherent. In order to help her, he needs to get some information. Her tears are killing him. She has to be terrified awaking to a stranger. ."Troy Griffiths" My name is Troy Griffiths, I found you about a quarter mile from my home, unconscious and about to become food for the Hyenas. We're about 20 miles from the closest town, so I have no idea how you ended up on my road.

What's your name?"

The look Amber gives him is like a deer caught in the headlights. Feeling her heart rate pick up and vibrate through her whole body brings him more guilt. "Sshhh, it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you. I've been watching over you for six nights now, so you're safe with me."

Amber relaxes a little and settles back into his body, pressing her lush bottom into his erection. Not safe from me, the little voice in his head whispers. It's obvious this woman is running scared of someone. He needs to tamp down his desire for her before she is running scared of him.

Troy. My dream lover's name is Troy, except he is no longer just a dream and he is definitely not my lover; although, the erection poking my backside says he wants otherwise. He said he found me six days ago. Six days? What the hell happened to me six days ago that I don't even remember my own name?

He calls me Baby, and for some reason, it brings me comfort; I like it. He makes me feel safe, and I like that, too. I haven't felt safe in so long that it feels good to stop being afraid. Wait! Is that just a feeling too?

Amber haven't felt safe in so long that it feels good to stop being afraid. Wait! Is that just a paranoid feeling from being dumped in the woods, broken and bloody as Troy says, or a memory of her past? As she struggles to sit up taller from this cradled position against his very firm chest, Troy helps her to rise. She feels awkward and vulnerable about sitting on his lap, and she want to move, but she could see in the sharp angle of his mouth that he will not let her go. She calms herself enough to ask questions.

"Can you tell me where I am?" Her voice comes out in a scratchy whisper from non-use in I guess six days, but he hears her. Troy pulled his head back to look down into her eyes. An urge to press her lips to his full soft ones overwhelms her, so Amber quickly cast her eyes down. Hopefully, hiding thoughts that are probably written all over her face. When he places a calloused finger under her chin to lift her face to his, a shiver races through her body. His smile hints that something is funny, but only Troy is privileged to the joke. However, none of this is funny to her. When she starts to pull away because she's getting angrier by the second, he senses her irritation and begins to tell her of her crazy story.

"You are at my home in Kansas. I own two hundred fifty acres in the mountains, and no one is going to find you here."

"Oh my God! No one can find me here. Her heart starts to race, realizing that this man could be her predator and she's his prey. Out the window are thoughts of comfort and hero worship. What if he gets off on beating women nearly to death, nursing them back to health only to start over again? He probably makes his victims feel indebted to him and then punishes them for the smallest infraction. Panic rushes in, and Amber's hands claw at his face and arms in desperation to get away. As she runs her nails down the side of his face, he cusses out a string of swear words including a few words she'd never heard before. With no effort at all, he flips her over onto the bed face down and pins her arms beneath his. Desperately she kicks out, hoping to catch him in the balls, but he lays his body on top of hers and pins her legs with his. He presses her into the mattress, and suffocation becomes a real possibility. As she takes in gasping breaths to get enough air, he shifts slightly to take off some of his weight; still not leaving her room to move. He is definitely still aroused; now she's sure he gets off on causing pain. He is probably going to rape and kill her; no one will ever find her body, just like he said. She's now in full hyperventilation mode, and her vision got blurry. He keeps mumbling things she doesn't understand, probably trying to get her cooperation. Then she feels nothing.