The room was dark. The curtains drawn. The sheets rumpled and thrown around. I stood at the door gazing around the room. Clothes thrown everywhere and the smell that comes frm not opening windows for days. At the end of the room across the four poster bed sprawled a man, tan skin dulled from the dark that had saturated this cave for weeks now. Sandy hair touseled across his forehead, he muttered in his sleep, unsettled by whichever nightmare had materalized in his mind this night. I cocked my head, remembering the sunny days and blue eyes, dancing across the sand to the music of his laughter. 

He stirred and I stepped back silently from the bed waiting for him to settle before I started to explore. 

None of the photo frames I remembered remained, gone were the memories I had woken up to almost every day. Mum, Dad, Sam. And especially Carl. It'd been five years and Carl had never left his side, ever since that dark and dreary night when the car had rolled off the road and thrown him through the windscreen. Now, not even his photograph remained in its place of pride. 

I wandered on, seeing the dents in the plaster and the rips in the cloth. Dust lay like a blanket over everything and I felt a twinge of sorrow, knowing I had caused most of this. The once immaculate alcove, protecting us from the rest of the world had been cast away. 

The door to the ensuite was already ajar and I pushed open peering around the corner. The same shower, a double one of course with the sandy tiles I had begged for to remind us again and again of those days in Santorini, Hawaii and Brazil. And to accomodate our tastes for not showering-well-alone as such. Standing in the middle of the shower in my full clothing I trailed my fingers across the wall, flash backs coming to my mind. 

Hard arms gripping my waist, breathing caressing my neck, tracing around my ear leaving behind a trail of delicious goosebumps. The gasp and shiver as he nipped my neck, sweet kisses pursuing. Hard muscles lifting my legs around his waist and his cock slowly easing in, filling up my sweet pussy inch by inch, stretching it delicously. 

My heart skipped a beat as an arm flashed in front of my eyes before latching around my neck, the other around my waist in a vice like grip. I gasped, feeling that oh so familiar warm, hard body pressing against my whole body. I had been caught out in my day dream, so carried away that I had never heard him stir. Even after a year he still smelled and felt the same, of the sun and the wild outdoors, the hard mucles straining against the captive skin. Much like the captive I currently was. 

Even his breath caused the hair on my skin to rise. 

I froze, not knowing what his reaction would be. I had been gone forever I had thought, it would have been easier on him to deal with. No need for him to spend the countless hours at the doctors and specalists too, no point wasting two lives instead of the useless one. And no point in leaving him a daily reminder of what had happened to Carl in seeing her. She had been the lucky one. 

The car had slipped, rounding a corner and skidded. Normally it would have been controllable but it was one of their games, who could get home first. Then they would've collapsed on the bed and fucked each other senseless. But this night I had been ahead which was rare enough. Pressing my foot to the floor, I judged the corner I had made one thousand times wrong and hit the power pole. 

He had always blamed himself and it had become too much to bear. During recovery she slowly retrived the memories one by one, strengthened the fibres in her leg one by one. Sliently arranged a new treatment facility overseas. And then disappeared. It had been too hard on him, he'd find someone new she thought. But she'd been wrong.

***

Jesse gripped his arm around the neck of the girl he thought he would never see again in his life. Her skin still felt warm against his and her ashy blonde hair still smelt the same, of coconut and macadamias. He'd felt the pressence of someone else in the room, something he hadn't felt for over a year and had risen, expecting to find a robber of some sort. But never her. 

The tight fitting leggings and jersey she wore rubbed against his skin and he felt the sort of primative protectiveness he had always felt for her coming back. His cock started to thicken under his slacks, the obvious lack of use already showing. He made up his mind quickly and pulled her back into the room, throwing her onto his bed and flicking the light switch on. He feasted upon the sight, long slim legs and gorgeous breasts covered by black clothing. Long hair plaited behind her and green eyes slightly cowering, trying to judge his silent reaction. 

He knew he was intimidating, the muscular frame and 6"2 height had made sure he had almost never been bothered, tanned skin from the sun and piercing blue eyes that saw right through the windows to your soul. 

They both waited silently, the tension growing between them as the other waited for an explanation. 

"Jesse, I"... she started

"What Zara. You're sorry? After a year you're sorry?"

Even Jesse was impressed by the calm tone in his voice. He was anything but calm, a slow but definite thickening in his cock was still happening and his impatient boyish brain yearned for action. 

He stepped up to the bed, unable to resist the urges to touch her, to feel her skin against his once more. To feel her hair gripped in his fist, breasts squeezed under his force. Forcing his cock between her sweet legs to her entrance. 

Over come with memories, he leaned forewards and gripped her wrists, lifting them above her head. He heard her breath quiver which only made his cock harden even more, feeling her vulnerability in the moment. Remembering, he held her tiny wrists in one hand and pulled out the ropes fro the head of his bed with other, slipped them around her wrists and pulled tight. She looked at him with betrayal and possibily, quite possibly some curiousness too. 

He grinned and leaned in, his body covering hers so she could feel his hardness pushing into her stomach, brushing his lips across hers faintly. He could still taste the peppermint chew she'd had before lingering around her mouth. He grasped the middle of the jersey, paused, and yanked it, tearing off her body and leaving two perfect globes with an expanse of soft tanned skin stretching under. He looked her face trembling with anticipation. She hadn't said a word, breathed a gasp. She knew this was what she deserved after so long and she yearned for it, knowing that he would find out just how much she was expecting this soon. 

He reached behind her, lifting her elegant body off the matress for just a moment with one arm before releasing her minus her bra. He smiled a wicked grin, knowing he was in full control now. Nothing was said, seeing as nothing needed to be said. They knew each others movements perfectly, having followed them so many times before. 

Next to disapear were her leggings, discarded amount the rubble. Zara felt so exposed, the long scar on her thigh fully visable. She saw Jesse staring at it, the harsh pink lines cutting around her leg from her hip to the front of her knee, no expression on his face. He had always been so hard to read. 

His eyes flashed to hers and her breath caught in her throat again. Those piercing blue eyes had always been her weakness since five years old when they'd offered her a pencil in class right through to the fresh age of twenty-two where the still mananged to hold her speachless and captive. 

HIs fingers trailed the scar, holding firm when she flinched from habit. Pattering kisses along her thigh, she relaxed and tried to hold the butterflies still in her stomach. The kisses crept higher as she squirmed, from the outside of her leg to the soft skin inside her thigh. 

She tried clenching her thighs together, not readyfor this yet but felt the familiar hold of the ropes tighten around her ankles. 

She couldn't see him any more but knew he was there, his warm breath on her dampening crotch and fingers gripping her lean thighs. A finger slid under her panties, sliding them aside to reveal her glistening smooth pussy. she felt his tounge slide across her lips, making her gasp and any skin that wasnt already goosebumped rise in response. 

A ripping sound signaled the moment she knew she was open to every inch of his gaze and she quivered, waiting for the ambush she knew would happen any minute. But Jesse was taking his time. He dipped his finger into her pussy, smiling at the way she tried to push down for more but he held out. She was going to slowly pay for her absence. 

He reached under the mattress where he knew he would find her nipple clamps, reaching up and sliding them over each dusky areola, tugging on them which elected a moan. He grinned, sliding off his slacks and releasing his 8 inch cock. Her eyes widened and she gasped. 

"You know the rules Zara," he murmered. "Not a sound, not a murmer". 

This was an old game and she nodded her head silently. She knew the punishment. 

He knelt between her legs once more, twisting her clit around with his tounge and tasting her juices. He knew so well how to make her come instantly but held off. 

Holding her tight ass off the bed, he slipped the ropes from her ankles and rubbed the end of his thick veiny cock aginst her pussy, wetting the end with her juices. Grabbing her hips and holding them close he started easing in, stretching her walls. 

Fuck she was wet. And so fucking hot and tight. His balls throbbed but there was no threat of cumming early, that was under control. 

2, 3 and 4 inches and she was starting to sqirm under him, his thick rob keeping him between her legs. A hard push and she understood to keep still. He slowly started to fuck her tight wet pussy all the way in and out, cock sliding along the smooth wet velvet walls of her pussy. She moaned her approaval and he picked up the pace, properly fucking her, his full balls slapping her sweet asshole in time with his thrusts. She started to gasp and he could tell she was about to come all over his thick cock. She shuddered, closing her eyes nad he could fele the walls of her pussy clench his cock even more as she came all over him. He fucked her all through her orgasm, feeling his own following. Keeping up the pace, he thrust into her a few more times before releasing all his thick, white hot cum right up into her sweet pussy. 

He slowly pulled out, watching as his cum follwed his cock out. It was still steel hard and he flipped her over onto her knees, using a finger to scoop some cum onto her asshole and smear it around. He dipped his finger in a little at a time, lubricating her asshole and ass fucking her with his finger. 

Deciding she had had enough, he grabbed her hair in his hand and yanked her head back ellecting a groan. He lined his cock up with her sweet, young asshole and started to push. She squirmed, becoming more and more desperate but he immobilised her, pulling harder on her hair and lifting her up. 

Fuck her asshole was tight he thought, feeling it grip his cock. He was through the first layer and ignoring her squeals of protest, pushed the rest in and started fucking her ass. Holding her hair in one hand and fingering her clit in the other hand, he could hear her moaning. 

"Fuck Jesse, fuck me hard in the ass. I want all your fucking hot cum filling up my ass," Zara gasped. Jesse sped up his tempo, feeling the cum rising in his cock. He couldn't hold it any more and released at the same time Zara came, squirting his cum all through her asshole. He slowly pulled out, letting her rosebud pop partly closed, a tiny stream of cum leaking out. He knew there was a fuckload more in her. 

He stood by the bed while she dutifully cleaned his cock the best she could, wrapping her tounge around his length and trying to force it down her throat from her angle. Her punishment was almost done.