Page 71 of With Love

Adrienne

When I wake up, the absence of birds chirping and the sun shining through the window of my room among the trees startles me. I open my eyes thinking that I am going be in my room at Lock’s estate, but as soon as my eyes meet Marshall lying next to me, fast asleep, all of my worries disappear.

Thinking back to last night, to the way that Marshall made me feel, I get goosebumps. It was so unlike anything that I’ve ever felt before. I want nothing more than to lay here with him forever, but nature is calling. Getting out of bed, I head into the bathroom. Once I’m finished, I fix my hair a little bit. I wish I had a toothbrush up here. All that garlic from dinner last night is making my mouth taste like garbage.

Passing the closet on the way back to bed, I notice a very large, very full duffel bag just inside on the floor. Thinking there may be a toothbrush in there, I open it up and inhale sharply.

“Oh, my God,” I whisper. Suddenly I feel a presence behind me. I scream and turn, only to see that it’s just Marshall. A very naked Marshall.

“Yeah, I bought that stuff for last night, but we were so in the zone by the time we got up here, I completely forgot about them.” Marshall says with a yawn.

I look back into the bag. Reaching my hand in, I pull out a spreader bar, flogger, butt plug, crop, paddle, ball gag, vibrator, hand-cuffs, restraints, a pillar candle and an eye mask.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” I stand up and look at the items laid out on the floor in front of me. My aching clit starts throbbing.

“Don’t worry, I’m planning on returning them.”

“No! I mean… you don’t… you probably can’t return stuff like that anyway. Hygiene reasons.”

“Hmm…” he purses his lips and his eyes move around the closet awkwardly.

“I’m going to go get dressed.” No sooner than I turn around, I feel the sting of something across my bare ass and it makes me cry out. I stop and turn around to see Marshall holding the crop in his hand.

“Did you know that your cheeks flush and your eyes dilate when you’re turned on?”

I can literally feel each of those things happening as the words come out of his mouth. He walks over to me and crushes is body against mine. I can feel his erection pushing against my clit and it sends sparks running through my body. I’m wet instantly and am hornier than a frat boy. His body moves away from mine slowly and before I know what happened, he swats my clit gently with the crop.

I stand there with shock written all over my face, both my eyes and my mouth fly open in surprise.

Pulling him over to the bed, we fall over, Marshall landing on top of me. I reach for his cock and move it inside of me begging him for more of what he gave me last night.

“Oh, Mrs. Trent,” he says to me as he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“I like the sound of that,” I smile up at him as he begins moving in and out of me, bringing me to euphoria once again.

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Getting out of the shower, I feel like a completely different person from the one who arrived here last night. Looking at myself in the mirror, seeing the strong woman staring back at me, I almost don’t believe my eyes. It was just a few months ago that I was a shell of the woman that I am now. Stuck under Lock’s control, terrified of every movement, every sound, wondering when Lock was going to take his love for terror too far and kill me. I shiver as a few memories flash through my mind.

I would give anything to have certain events erased from my memory. But even if I could cast the memories out of my head forever, I would still have the physical scars to remind me. I drop the towel and begin to trace over the lines and marks marring my skin. Most of them are the result of being tortured and abused at Lock’s hand. But the few that I am focused on at the moment are from a couple months ago when, even stricken with terror, I was strong enough to break free of my binds and escape.

As I am running my finger along a mark on my arm, I see Marshall’s form in the mirror, standing in the doorway. I catch his stare in mine.

“I look hideous.”

Slowly, he walks over and stands directly behind me. He wraps me in his arms and squeezes gently.

“No, don’t ever say that. All I see is your true beauty. No scar or mark on your skin will ever change that.”

I smile at him.

“I have breakfast ready for you downstairs when you’re ready. I am going to pack us a lunch and then we can head out to our next stop.”

“There’s more?” I asked, shocked, but excited.

“Yes, today we’re headed back up toward the country. There are two stops that we need to make before heading home.”

“I’m excited,” I say, with a big goofy grin written all over my face.

“Good, now get a move on,” Marshall says, snapping me with my towel before running out of the room.

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