Chapter 3 Replacing Memories
SIENNA
I raised my face, squinting my eyes so I could catch a glimpse of his face. He was unfamiliar, but his sharp scent wafted into my nostrils. He smelled like crisp bergamot and cool ocean air, the kind of scent that felt effortless but impossibly refreshing. Light, clean, and addictive, like the moment you step outside after a summer storm.
I gagged as I tried to force my blurred vision to see his full face. Even though I couldn’t see him clearly, I could tell he was some sort of beauty god—neat beard, tall, broad shoulders and chest, and neatly trimmed hair. His mere sight got my mouth watery. If he were food, he would definitely be my favorite meal.
I jerked my hand from his grasp and sipped more beer. “Mind your business,” I snapped, slurring. All men were the same. His beautiful face wouldn’t make me believe he was different from that scum, Ethan.
He chuckled. “You sound broken. Need me to mend you up?” he teased.
I swayed in my seat, dropping the can on the table. “And who are you to do that? A mender?” I responded.
He smirked. “You wouldn’t know if you don’t try me. Just let me do my work, and I will listen to your ratings when you are sober.”
I chuckled. “Can you help me forget everything? I want to replace this sad moment with good memories only.” My head felt heavy, and it swayed to every side. Those words slipped off my lips before I could comprehend them.
The stranger stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. My body stiffened when the warmth of his hands collided with my cold skin. Gosh! That was everything. It hit me at the right spot.
“Get up,” he ordered. So much authority in his voice and demeanor.
I obeyed, staring into his eyes. They were dark and void of emotions. I didn’t know what was going through his mind, and I didn’t want to know. By tomorrow, everything would be over. He would be gone, and I would restart all over.
“I can help you replace the bad memories with good ones,” he asserted and captured my lips at the same time.
A wave rushed through me like fire on dried leaves; my nipples tingled, and goosebumps covered me. I didn’t hesitate. I kissed him back. My body wanted this unknown man, and I was ready to give in. I didn’t know if it was the intoxication, but everything seemed better with him.
He trailed his hands over my body and stopped on my chest. He cupped my boobs and smooched them. I moaned into his mouth, and he charged into my mouth with his tongue, swirling it in every corner.
Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my blue brassiere. When his warm hands touched my bare boobs, my body shook slightly. “Gosh!” He fondled them softly as though they were babies to adore, like he was taking his time to get to know them. He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. “Are you sure about this?”
“You talk too much, stranger,” I mumbled and took his lips back.
His hand slid into my skirt and rubbed my coochie with my panties on. I couldn’t stand by myself anymore; I leaned on my table, clutching it. This was heaven on earth. Even with Ethan, I had never felt this amount of pleasure. He told me he didn’t like wild girls, so we always moved straight to sex whenever we wanted to do it. No foreplay except kissing, and I pretended like it was not a big deal. OMG! It fucking was. I’d deprived myself of so much pleasure because of that motherfucker.
The strange man stopped suddenly. He broke apart and took steps away from me.
My breath hitched and my brows raised. I was shocked, impatient, and frustrated.
“Why did you stop?” My voice croaked. Something pulled in my throat. This would hurt more than Ethan’s betrayal.
“Remove every fabric on your body,” he said, taking steps backward and tucking his hands in his pocket.
My face reddened. I hadn’t undressed with a man’s eyes lingering. Still, I did as he instructed.
“Kneel and beg me to fuck you until you forget everything,” he instructed, his eyes watching and calculating.
Strangely, it seemed like another sex fantasy instead of being controlling. I went on my knees, clasped my palms, and raised my gaze to him. “Fuck every bad memory out of my brain, stranger. Fuck me until I forget about Ethan,” I spewed out.
As though that was the restriction he had been having, he picked me up from the floor, made me sit on the cleared table, raised one of my legs, and thrust two fingers into me. My crystals rolled as different shapes of firelights sparked in my brain. I tilted my head, avoiding his gaze.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and I didn’t dare to disobey. That voice! There was something about it. There was something it was doing.
He thrust his fingers in and out of me. It started slowly, but as the seconds ticked by, it intensified. I moaned shamelessly. The pleasure was beyond description. With his fingers still hitting my G-spot, he draped over my legs and swirled his tongue over my clitoris.
“Fuck!” I moaned, digging my nails into his back. It was a bittersweet experience. I felt like crying and laughing at the same time, but both were because of excessive joy. To hell with Ethan. If this were the only experience I would get in this life, I wouldn’t care.
His tongue and fingers explored my coochie at the same time. If I weren’t on the table, I was certain I would have stumbled due to the pleasure coursing through me like electricity in a wire.
Soon, the pleasure intensified. It felt like I wanted to pee. I knew I couldn’t mess up, so I struggled to hold it back, but it only made the release faster. I splashed a lot of pee on his face. My breath hitched. I thought he would get angry, but instead, he stood up and ogled at me with eyes filled with lust. “You squirted for Daddy, good girl. You shall be rewarded for that,” he said.
Then, he dropped his pants, revealing his hardened and jerking cock. I almost gasped when I saw the huge member poking at me. I was such a fool to think Ethan was big. I wouldn’t be wrong to classify his cock as a dwarf at this point.
“Ready for Daddy?” he asked, rubbing his hand over it.
“Yes. Fuck me till I forget that bastard,” I mumbled.
A satisfied smile curled his lips. He put his hand on his lips and rubbed it on my coochie before pushing himself toward me.
My body stiffened when he first penetrated, but as he moved in and out, it relaxed and swallowed all the passion from it. He was slow at first, but he became fast as the desire intensified. At this point, I couldn’t stop moaning anymore. I enjoyed everything… even the way he stared at me with love, like I was the best thing he’d fucked.
He raised my two legs, making them hit his shoulders while he thrust into me hard. “Fuck!” I leaned my head to the side.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and I obeyed. “I want to see your eyes while I fuck you. I want my face to be the only memory your brain captures after this sex,” he said, jerking in and out.
With his cock still inside me, he turned me so I could face the table. I clutched it, and he kept pushing himself in and out of me.
Soon, pleasure built up in our heads, and the pace increased. I could feel my knees getting weaker and my body trembling.
“I’m coming,” he groaned.
“Same here. I’m so coming,” I moaned back.
He quickly pushed himself out of me and splashed his seed over my butt. A loud gasp escaped our throats, and he took steps backward. “You are so tight and addictive. Don’t play me if I refuse to let go after today,” he said amidst his heavy breath.
I collapsed on my swivel chair, my chest heaving up and down. It was over.
•
When I woke up the next day, I was in a different room, not in the office like I’d expected. My face twitched as I tried to remember how everything played out yesterday. After the sex, I slumped onto the chair, and that was it.
My phone buzzed with an incoming call, throwing me out of my thoughts, and when I looked at the screen, it turned out to be Angel, my friend at work.
“Hello, Angel,” I muttered over the phone. My voice was still croaky, and I felt so heavy and tired. The night’s heat still clung to my skin, and my mind ached with both pleasure and confusion.
“Where are you, fool? The new CEO is here, and you haven’t gotten to the office,” she snapped at me. I leaned the screen to my face and checked the time; my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw it. It was thirty minutes past the resumption hour.
“Fuck!” I shouted. “I will be on my way now.” I scrambled out of bed, realizing that missing work now could ruin everything, and I couldn’t afford another disaster.