SHE REMEMBERS 2

“Letting a man do as he pleases with my body... having no control over everything that happens to me, being used as a cock sleeve...”

I hug myself even tighter as this doggedly handsome stranger recites my tweets back to me, my teeth grind against the other, annoyance flowing in my veins, why does everyone think they can dictate how my life goes? Was I the only celebrity with a burner account?

 “No, but you were the only one who made a foolish mistake with both of them.” His deep voice was as calm and collected as he looked. His blue eyes studied me even as he was silent, I shrink further into myself, unsure what to do with the attention.

 “Why don’t you go wash up, maybe a warm bath would help.” he says this like an order and not a question, and something in me wants to turn around and comply, no questions asked, but I was in a stranger’s house, and no matter how devilishly handsome he was, or how many tingles I get in my belly, just from hearing him speak, I stare at him defiantly.

 “You kidnapped me, and I demand to be released.”

His features remained unfazed as he stared at me, his eyes bouncing from my mouth to my eyes, and the feeling was dizzying, I almost lose my cool, my mouth ran dry and I shivered, even if the weather was pleasant out here.

 “Kidnapped?”

Swallowing, I debate if confronting him was a good idea, he could kill me right here and no one would be wiser, eyeing the door I came through, and wondering if I could run out and how long would it take to catch me, he was bigger, his arms thick with muscles, but not too thick... wait, was I fantasizing about holding those muscles tight as I came violently? What is wrong with me? Has Stockholm already set in?

 “Alright, adult napped, whatever the word is, I am not here of my own accord. Many people already threatened to find me, and rape me, they said it online...” I swallow thickly the lump of fear that had settled in my throat.

Those threats made it difficult to sleep, I was certain they were going to make good of them. When I slept at night, I made sure to lock the doors, and I slept in the panic room, even at that, I would wake up at odd hours, scared of a passing wind that someone had come to carry out their plans.

 “But you have brought me here, to do it in person...” I finish, looking everywhere but his eyes,

I felt his heated gaze on me, and despite the seriousness of the conversation, I felt in between my legs get damp, and an image of him pining me down with those arms, and his perfectly blue eyes. I shake my head quickly to disperse the image, I cannot be having those thoughts at the moment, I had to figure out how I was suppose to leave this silent mansion, and go back to my noisy life, and try to sort the mess I was in.

 He takes a step towards me, but halts when I take two backwards, I didn’t mean to, I was not terrified of him, but I didn’t trust him.

“But you want that... ‘i need someone who would snatch me up from a dark alley, use my holes to his satisfaction, call me names and leave me gaping and his seed seeping out of me.’”

He was quoting another of my tweets again, I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I don’t remember writing it, because I had written so many.

 “Did you cram all of it for some kind of sick pleasure?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

I chew on my lip, but quickly spit it out for fear of what my make artist would say,

 “Of course I don’t want it, the world is dangerous, you think I know that.”

“But you put it out there for the world to see, which means you want it, but you want it staged.”

 My eyes widen and I finally look back at his face, his striking blue eyes drowning me again.

“Are your eyes real?” I blurt out,

A hint of a smile lines his lips,

 “Why? Because I am black?”

My eyes widen,

“No, of course not, it is just so mesmerizing and it suits you so well.”

“That is good, because I wore them just for you.”

I blink, not understanding what this entirely composed man just said,

 “You wanted to gaze into eyes clearer than the sea whilst you were being fucked, that was the only qualification I didn’t meet, so it had to come from a box.”

 Again, my eyes bulged out of it’s sockets, I vaguely remember that, I had acted three movies with three different guys with clear blue eyes, and for some reason, I wanted to get... laid with someone with similar eyes but not any of the actors.

 “You went through all of my posts.” I say with realization,

He says nothing in response, just his blue eyes against his smooth chocolate skin stared back at me while I get lost in them like a moron.

“Have you been planning this for a while? Kidnapping me I mean.”

“Did you not just get a flash back? Was the scene of you signing the contract missing from it?”

 I blanched,

“I signed a contract? With you?” I try to think back, but the only thing I get is glimpses of him telling me he would be my Dom for the next six months. A horrified gasp slips out of me,

 “I agreed to that?!”

His silence does all the speaking, I did sign it, but why can’t I remember it? Why don’t I remember signing a contract?

“It makes sense that you don’t remember, you passed out almost immediately after.” he tells me, once again reading my mind.

 Thoughts upon thoughts race through my mind, but the one that sticks out the most is the fact that I wanted to be his sub so bad, for the longest time, I mean years, I have only ever imagined what it would be like, I watched it from my burner tweeter, imagining it was me instead, and now, the opportunity has presented itself.

 “I can’t stay here for six months, I have work.” I stutter, finally, the reasonable side speaks. I would have given myself a pat on the back.

“You fucked that up, everyone is still talking about it, and your manager asked you to lay low.”

 That was true and sad, I swallow,

“I just got casted for a movie...”

“The director changed the cast.” he looked at me with pity for that one.

The reality of my situation kicked in, I was ruined, I was not going to get a Hollywood star, I would never act again, which means I have to be me, how do I be me? I don’t even know who that is.

 “Asides from exploring our kinks together in the coming months, you can get to know you, and let the whole thing die down, it will in six months, and when it does, you will come back stronger.”

 I give him a weak smile and lick my lips,

“I don’t even know who you are.”

He straightened, as if he was not already standing pin straight, and did I mention the man was tall, I had to strain my neck while looking at him, and for some reason, that was arousing.

 “Abed Kersher is the name, and for a long time you wondered how it would feel like fucking a black man, at your service.”