Leaning over the body on the bed, I felt for a pulse. Acknowledging the thump-thump-thump against my fingers, I straightened.
"How long has she been unconscious?" I asked him.
"For about twenty minutes. How long does the drug last?" He questioned in return.
"She should be waking up in the next half hour, but she won't remember a thing in the morning." I replied.
He nodded his head, a smile forming on his lips. I could only imagine what was going through his mind. Shuddering, I wipe the thoughts away.
"Get her cleaned up, then get out of here, I will handle the rest." I ordered.
He mockingly saluted me and turned toward the sink. I walked out of the room and into my study, where I sunk into my overstuffed couch and got comfortable.
Lost in thought, I ran through the many options of how to work through my problem. I owed this girl, but was worried about the outcome if I followed through with the plan.
A moan from the other room jerked me from my daydream. I stood up, stretched my neck and arms, and walked back to her bound body.
She was looking frantically around the room, trying to figure out where she was at. She finally saw me, and attempted to yell, but her voice came out scratchy and muted.
"How are we feeling honey?" I crooned down to her, rubbing the back of my hand down the side of her face.
She made noises, pleaded with her eyes. I smiled down to her, lowering my head till my mouth rested against her ear.
"You are going to suffer tonight. In the morning, when you wake, the only evidence will be the mark you will carry in your mind. " I whispered.
Straightening again, I tucked her hair behind her ears, and peered down to her until she held the gaze and recognition passed across her features.
I wandered toward the front door, anticipating the knock that sounded moments later. I opened the door and let the gentleman in, admiring his form. He was delectable. I was briefly jealous of the bound female, wishing for a night alone with the gorgeous specimen.
His army fatigues fit snuggly across his ass, held his cock on loving display, and bunched at the top of his boots. The brilliant white v-neck t-shirt displayed his upper body perfectly.
"Explain things to me again. I want to make sure I fully understand." He spoke with authority.
"She is yours for the next four hours. You can express your love to her anyway you wish. Every word spoken and movement you make will leave an impression in her mind, but she will not remember the exact details. At the end of the four hours, you leave, and I will inject the second drug, she will lose consciousness again, and wake in two hours. She will be back in her bed and feel refreshed. The first interaction you have with her tomorrow will begin to trigger her confidence and she will instinctively act accordingly. She will no longer experience the fear and trepidation around men caused by her rape three years ago. Also, she will be able to move past that incident and heal emotionally." I explained.
He nodded his head in understanding and went into the room where she was lying. His eyes roamed over her body, his response immediately noticeable by the bulge forming in his pants.
He took one last glace at me, and then closed the door; the lock clicking into place.
He hesitantly walked toward her, unable to take his eyes from her naked form. She was so beautiful in his opinion, and he wanted to strangle the bastard that turned her into a scared, hidden women. She did not deserve the treatment she received at the bastard's hands, and he was grateful the guilty man was forever behind bars.
Stepping up next to the table that her body rested on, he guided his fingers along the length of her body; slowly dragging them across her skin until goose bumps arose. Her skin felt soft as he continued his ministrations, and was rewarded when she began to moan quietly.
He slid his hands under her back and legs, picked her up, and walked over to the king-size bed. He gently placed her in the center of the bed, arranging her limp limbs comfortably.
He yanked his shirt from the waistband of his pants and up over his head. He was impatient to feel her skin under his, but knew he had to move slowly so that the impression left in her mind did not damage her further.
He placed one foot on the edge of the bed and untied it, then slid it off. He repeated his movements with the other boot, and then unsnapped his pants. Glancing up at her face, he quickened when he realized that she was watching him. Not only that, but she seemed to be interested in his movements. He said a silent prayer that things would work out for the best and proceeded to unzip and remove his pants, pulling his socks off as well.
He walked to the foot of the bed and gently crawled on. He moved until he was between her legs, close to the junction of her thighs. Leaning back on his heels, he slid a hand up, over her stomach, and grasped her breast, lightly pinching the nipple. She immediately gasped, and he leaned over her body, placing his mouth on the other nipple. He took turns flicking his tongue and sucking soothingly on one nipple while moderately pinching and massaging the other. Her moans grew louder as she enjoyed his observant care.
He felt awkward, unused to a companion not touching him in return. The hopeful outcome of the night was the only thing that pacified his mind.
He exchanged his mouth and hand, paying equal attention to both nipples. When she moaned again, he moved up to her neck. He kissed and flicked his tongue across to her shoulders, leaving no bit of skin untouched.
Moving agonizingly slow down her body, he worked his way over her breasts and to her ribs. Outlining each rib with his tongue, he lapped up the flavor of her skin, savoring every inch. Progressing further down to her stomach, he paid the same attention to detail.
