Shadows of the Past

Chapter 3: Shadows of the Past

Rebecca sat on the mat in the training room. Her body still hummed from the vocal exercises. She had moaned louder today. She had said words like cock and fuck out loud while Liam watched with that steady gaze. Sweat clung to her skin. Between her legs she felt warm and a little wet. The session had pushed her further. Liam had praised her progress in his deep voice. Now the room felt too quiet as she caught her breath.

Liam handed her a towel. "You are doing well, Rebecca. Take a moment. Then we can talk about what comes next."

She wiped her face. Her mind wandered as she sat there. The exercises had stirred old memories. Good ones at first. Then the painful ones. She closed her eyes and let the past flood in. It all started so sweetly.

She remembered the day she met Johnson at a friend’s party three years ago. He was tall and confident. He smiled at her across the room and came over with two drinks. "You look like you need someone to make you laugh," he said. They talked for hours. He listened when she spoke about her quiet job at the library. He made her feel special. Their first date was at a nice restaurant. He held her hand and told her she was beautiful. He promised to treat her like a queen.

On their third date he kissed her goodnight. It was soft and warm. His hands stayed on her waist. "I want you so bad, Rebecca," he whispered. "But I can wait. When we do it, I will give you the best fuck of your life. I know how to make a woman scream my name."

She had blushed hard. She was twenty four and still a virgin. She told him she wanted to wait until marriage. He smiled and said he respected that. "You are worth the wait, baby. I will make our wedding night unforgettable."

Those early months were magic. He sent flowers. He took her on picnics. He whispered dirty promises in her ear during movies. "When I finally fuck you, you will cum so hard you forget your own name." She believed him. She fell deeply in love. He seemed like the perfect man. Experienced but patient.

The wedding was beautiful. But the night after changed everything. Rebecca remembered it clearly now as she sat on the institute mat. She had changed into a white lace nightgown. Her heart beat very fast. She lay on the big hotel bed waiting. Johnson came out of the bathroom after his shower. Water droplets still shone on his chest. He looked hungry.

He turned off the light and climbed straight onto the bed. No slow kisses. No touches. He lay on top of her immediately. His weight pressed her down. He pushed her legs apart with his knee.

"Johnson, wait," she said softly. "My friends said foreplay helps. Can we go slow?"

He laughed a little. "Baby, I know what I am doing. I have been with plenty of girls. Just relax."

He pulled her nightgown up fast. His fingers rubbed between her legs once or twice but it was rough and quick. She was not wet enough. He spit on his hand and rubbed his cock. Then he pushed inside her.

The pain was unbearable. It felt like she was tearing. Rebecca gasped and grabbed his shoulders. "It hurts. Please slow down."

He kept going. "Fuck, you are so tight. That is good." He thrust harder. His grunts filled the room. "Take my cock, Rebecca. Yes."

She bit her lip to stay quiet. Tears ran down her face. There was no pleasure. Only burning pain. He fucked her fast for a few minutes. His body slapped against hers. Then he groaned loud. "I am cumming. Fuck yes."

He pushed deep one last time and spilled inside her. Then he rolled off and fell asleep almost right away. Rebecca lay there staring at the ceiling. Her body throbbed with pain. She felt sticky and sore. No sweet feelings. No orgasm. Just emptiness. She wondered if that was all sex was.

Johnson was a sex addict. He told her early on what he liked. "I love when my woman takes control. Ride my cock hard. Suck me deep until I cum down your throat. Be wild for me."

A few weeks after the wedding she tried to give him a blowjob. She wanted to make him happy. She knelt between his legs on the bed. Her hands shook as she took his cock in her mouth. She sucked too hard at first. Her teeth scraped him.

"Ow! Fuck, watch the teeth!" he winced and pulled back. His face showed clear discomfort. "You are terrible at this. Try again but be careful."

She tried once more. It was messy and awkward. He did not cum. He pushed her away and finished with his own hand. "We will practice. But damn, you have a lot to learn."

The sex after that was always the same. He would climb on top or pull her into position. He never spent time making her wet or ready. She saw the disappointment in his eyes every time. He never truly felt satisfied. She turned to her friend Anna one day and cried about it.

"Give it time," Anna said. "You will learn. It gets better."

But three years passed and nothing got better. Rebecca still did not know how to ride him properly or suck him the way he wanted. She felt like a failure.

One night about a year into the marriage things turned worse. Johnson came home drunk. He walked through the door and grabbed her roughly. "I need to fuck you right now. Bend over the couch."

She pulled away gently. "Let us go to the bedroom. Please. I want it to be nice."

He got angry fast. "Boring. You are so fucking stiff and dry. I regret waiting till marriage. If I had fucked you before, I would have known you are not the woman for me."

He said terrible things. He called her useless in bed. He said other women sucked his cock like pros. He pushed her against the wall and fucked her anyway. It was rough and fast. He left bruises on her arms. When he finished he stormed off to sleep.

The next morning he apologized. "I was drunk, baby. Do not take it to heart. I love you."

She forgave him. But it happened again and again. Soon he stopped saying sorry. The verbal abuse became normal. He came home late, always smelling of alcohol. He would fuck her rough when he wanted. He gave her more bruises. She believed it was all her fault. If she had more experience before marriage, maybe she would know how to please him. Maybe he would still look at her with love.

About a year ago he lost real interest. He came home later and later. Sometimes he did not touch her at all. When he did it was quick and angry. He started calling other names even when sober. Then Sarah entered the picture. Rebecca saw the texts once. She felt something was wrong but she painted the red flags green. She told herself it was nothing. She avoided thinking about it.

Now Johnson was gone on his trip and planning divorce. The pain of those memories hit Rebecca hard as she sat in the training room. She opened her eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Liam noticed right away. He moved closer but still kept the no touch rule. "Rebecca? What is wrong? Talk to me."

She wiped her face. "I was remembering my husband. How nice he was at first. How he promised the best sex. But it was never good. I waited till marriage and now I think that was a mistake. He has been unhappy for years because of me. I have to fix this. When he comes back I will show him I can be the wild woman he wants. I will ride him. I will suck him perfectly. I will make him cum so hard he stays with me."

Liam listened carefully. His jaw tightened a little. "It sounds like he put all the blame on you. That is not fair. But I respect your goal. We will keep working."

The session continued. Liam guided her through more hip movements. She straddled the practice pillow again and rolled her body. "Imagine riding a man who wants you," he said. "Move like you own his cock."

She moved faster. Heat built between her legs. She moaned softly. "Ahh. Yes."

"Good," Liam said. His voice sounded strained. "Feel how powerful you are."

Later that afternoon back at home Rebecca lay on her bed. The memories would not leave her. She touched herself thinking of the past but the images mixed with new ones. She imagined Johnson but then Liam’s face appeared. She pushed the thought away.

She remembered one of the rough nights clearly. Johnson had come home drunk again. He pushed her onto the bed without a word. "Spread your legs. I need pussy now."

He did not wait. He shoved his cock inside her dry entrance. The pain shot through her but she stayed quiet. He fucked her hard. His hips slammed against her. "Fuck. Take it. You are so dry but I do not care."

He grunted with every thrust. "Sarah is better. Her cunt gets so wet for me."

The words hurt but she took it. He pounded faster. His balls slapped against her. Finally he groaned loud and came inside her. He pulled out and left her sore and unsatisfied again. She cried silently while he snored.

Rebecca shook the memory away. She slipped her hand into her panties. She was wet from the day’s training. She rubbed her clit in circles the way Liam taught. "Mmm," she moaned. The pleasure felt real. She imagined strong hands. A mouth on her. "Fuck me," she whispered. Her fingers moved faster. The ache grew. She did not cum but she got close. Closer than ever with Johnson.

She stopped and sat up. "I will learn. I will win Johnson back. The man who fell in love with me will return when I become good."

That evening she cooked and ate alone. She practiced dirty talk in the mirror. "I want your cock deep inside me. Fuck me hard, Johnson." The words felt powerful. She would use them soon.

Night came. She went to bed and touched herself once more. This time she pictured the early days. Johnson promising the best fuck. But the fantasy shifted. She saw Liam on top of her. His hard body. His controlled strength. "Rebecca," he would say. "You feel so good."

She rubbed faster. "Ahh. Fuck. Yes." Wet sounds filled the quiet room. Her hips lifted. The pleasure built high. She stopped just before the edge. Guilt hit her again. This training was for her marriage. Not for fantasies about her trainer.

The next morning she returned to the institute with fresh determination. Liam greeted her. His eyes held that same intensity. The air between them felt thicker.

"Today we go deeper into pleasure mapping," he said. "You will learn what your body truly needs."

Rebecca nodded. But inside she carried all the old wounds. The nice Johnson from the past. The cruel one from later. The decision to wait that now felt like a terrible mistake. She would fix everything. Thirty days to become the perfect fuck. Then Johnson would love her again.

As the lesson started she felt the tension rise. Every touch to her own skin reminded her of what she lacked. Every look from Liam reminded her of what she might never have with her husband. The past pushed her forward. The present stirred something dangerous and exciting.

She was ready to learn. No matter how hard it got.