Page 15 of The Awakening

“What else do you want to feel? We’ve got pain, anger—how about lust next? My personal favorite.” He quickly lets my wrists go and grabs my ass with both of his hands, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he slams my back against the wall, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss. Dean’s lips are soft, yet so powerful he leads this kiss, manipulating mine just the way he wants them. He pulls away from my mouth, and I’m suddenly empty again.

“Every day, every hour, every minute, every fucking second of the day I’m thinking of you, baby. Kidnapping you was the best thing to happen to me, because it brought you to me. You’ll forever want me. Your desire for me will never disappear because I will spend the rest of my life making sure you feel me in every way possible.” The anger that quickly took hold of me subsides as Dean’s confession swirls through my head. I’m speechless.

My whole body begins to feel like a volcano of aches, pains, warmth, serenity, euphoria, and bliss. Every emotion that was once shut down now comes at me in full force. I can feel it in my blood. My veins are pumping so hard as my head tries desperately to sort out the emotions, but they are coming too fast. My brain feels like it’s going to explode. My breathing picks up and my vision starts to go cloudy. I can hear Dean saying something, but I can’t understand his words. Everything sounds so far away, as if I’m standing at the end of a football field and Dean is at the opposite end.

“What’s happening?” I ask, and all I can do is hold on to Dean’s shoulders as tight as I can as this atomic bomb is going off inside me.

“There you are, love,” I whisper to her, but the look on her face says she can’t hear a word I’m saying. I pull her into my chest, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck as she squeezes me tight. The flood of emotions coursing through her small body is no doubt beating her up from the inside out. When we fail to acknowledge the emotions we have, we pack them in a black box that’s impenetrable unless you know how to unlock them. I’ve been in her shoes, I’ve felt what she’s feeling, and it’s frustrating but also scary as hell when everything is unleashed at once.

I knew what I needed to do to get her back even though it was going to hurt me as well—it needed to be done. I needed to bombard her with every emotion I could in the shortest span of time. Yes, it’s painful, but it’s one of the only ways I know how to bring someone back from the empty room she’s placed herself in.

She trembles in my arms, the kaleidoscope of feelings starting to internally combust inside her. She needs to focus on one emotion at a time; she needs to grab hold of one of them and allow herself to feel all of it. I grab her ass and lift her just enough so I can line my swollen cock up with her entrance. If she can’t focus and grab hold of one emotion, I will choose for her. I don’t want her to feel any more pain, so I slowly push the head of my dick into her warm, slick heat. My abdomen tightens, the pleasure instantly hitting my lower belly, and I let out a deep growl as my fingers flex harder on her ass.

She’s stopped shaking, the sudden invasion of my cock bringing her focus to me with a sudden gasp.

“That’s right, baby girl, come back to me.” Her eyes start to adjust on my face, her crystal-blue eyes no longer looking cloudy or miles away. She’s slowly coming down from the tsunami. Pleasure, lust, love is what I want her to feel right now. I want her to remember why our emotions are what make us humans. I push my cock inside her deeper, her pussy clenching around me as she moves her hips closer to me, chasing that high of being completely full. With one last slow thrust, our hips meet, and my cock twitches inside her from her warmth.

“What are you feeling now?” I whisper to her, our lips brushing together as I speak. She rests her forehead on mine, her arms tightening around my neck. Her breathing is evening out as we stay connected, our bodies perfect molds fitting together like puzzle pieces.

“I-I feel—I feel you. I feel warm, full, I feel loved.” With those words I pull fully out of her—the sudden absence of her pussy makes me instantly want more. I thrust myself inside her once again. Her moan is music to my ears.

“Don’t leave me like that again, baby girl. I can’t lose you too.” I pull her away from the wall and she removes my clothes with lightning speed before I pick her back up and seat myself inside her once more. I carry her to the Jacuzzi that’s located in the corner of the locker room. Kissing her soft lips as I step up the small steps and slowly lower us into the warm water until I’m sitting on the ledge beneath the water. I keep her plastered to me, my cock not leaving her tight pussy as she straddles her legs on either side of my thighs.

Giving her one last kiss, I pull away from her face and look deeply into her eyes.

“There you are,” I say, her expression calm and somber as she gently scratches her nails across my scalp. “I’m so sorry, Dean.” Her voice is small and barely audible, but I can see her pain when a lone tear slides from her eye and down her cheek. I catch the tear with my tongue and lick it away, the saltiness spreading across my tastebuds.

“Don’t apologize. This is what’s expected from training. It’s different for everyone, but we all lose touch with our emotions at least once with this shit. You’re not the first and definitely not the last. I won’t let you fall like that again.” More tears form in her eyes, and this time when they fall, I kiss each one away.

“I love you, Dean.” Her voice is a punch to my heart every time she utters that four-letter word. Never in my life did I imagine a woman ever say that she loves me, but fuck, am I glad it’s her.

“I love you more, baby girl.” She lifts herself from my lap but then slowly returns as my cock slides in and out of her. I tilt my head back—the sudden calmness of our energy and the pleasure of our bodies moving together feel like perfect bliss as she moves up and down against me. Small moans slip from her mouth as she finds her clit and starts making circular motions with her fingers.

“Good girl,” I breathe. “Cum all over my dick.” My cock tightens as the pleasure builds inside me. I watch her as she drops her head back, her fingers working herself into a frenzy. Her pussy clenches around me so tightly, my vision starts going black. My whole body flexes as I crash so hard into my orgasm, my head falls to her chest as the waves of pleasure crash through me. She lets out a scream as she finds her pleasure, her body convulsing on top of me, her hips grinding and rolling across my pelvis. I grab her hips, squeezing them gently and holding her tightly to my cock as I spill everything inside of her.

We sit with our foreheads pressed together as we slowly even out our breaths. I grab her face with one of my hands, snaking my long fingers into her hair and holding her still.

“I’m so proud of you, love,” I say in a breathy whisper.

“I love you too, Dean.”

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Following the Jacuzzi, Sloan and I shower together. I take my time washing her long blond hair and then her body. She grabs a washcloth, adds soap, and works it into a lather before washing my body. We stay in the shower longer than we need to. The sound of the water is the only noise filling the locker room. It’s peaceful and exactly what she needs. Going from the chaos that was once her emotions raging war inside her body and mind, to the serenity of the water droplets hitting the tile being her form of quiet. It’s exactly what she needs.

We finish our shower, both of us grabbing a fresh towel and drying off before we find our clothes. As we head to the door, Sloan grabs my wrist, stopping me before I am able to touch the door handle. Turning around, I look down at her; she appears a million times better than when she exited the simulation. The warmth in her cheeks has returned, her body is less stiff and more relaxed, and her eyes—fuck, her eyes are so beautiful—a crystal blue that brightens as she looks right into my soul.

“Thank you, Dean, for saving me. Again.” Her eyes say it all—she was scared. Scared of losing a battle against herself. I know the feeling all too well. Leaning into her, I cup her face in my hands and press my lips to hers. She presses her lips hard into mine, her apology extending to her actions.

“Please don’t apologize. None of this should be happening to you in the first place. We are the ones that forever need to be apologizing to you. Now come, they are probably wondering where the hell we are.” I chuckle at that last comment, but if I know Everett and Arno like I know I do, they both already know exactly what we’ve been up to.

October 18, 2021

Who wants this girl dead? Why? She’s perfect, utterly perfect. She’s survived a fucked-up past, escaped the abuse, built a life of her own, and done nothing, absolutely nothing, to justify others wanting her dead. I don’t understand. We are missing something. We have to be. Who wants this girl dead, and why? What makes this girl desired enough to be eliminated? Does she know why? Everett, Dean, and I have been racking our brains trying to piece everything together, but there seems to be a massive hole in all this. Until we’re able to figure something out, she stays with us, in our house, under our protection.

Walking hand in hand with Dean down the hallway and towards the lounge room, I can hear Everett and Arno talking. Their voices are muffled and when Dean opens the door, they both go silent. Their eyes find mine as we both step through the entryway. A sudden pang of anxiety pools in my stomach as the silence becomes too much for me.

“Somebody, please say something. This silence is deafening,” I say to the room, not looking at any of them in the face. Taking a seat on one of the sofas, they all follow my lead. Dean immediately takes the seat beside me as Everett and Arno sit on the sofa opposite us. I fold my hands in my lap, fiddling with my fingers nervously before I break the silence once more.

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