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“Ow” She thinks, sitting up slightly. Suddenly a pressure is pushing her back down. She blinks rapidly, trying to take in her surroundings.
“You're awake.” A soft voice says above her as her eyes finally come back into focus. She doesn’t recognize the man above her, his face etched in worry. He’s handsome, she noted before her head pulsed again and her hand came up to a spot on the back of her head.
“What happened?” She asked softly, and his breathing seemed to get deeper, as he hesitated before answering.
“You don’t remember?” He asked and she shook her head, before his hand slowly came up to replace her small hand with his larger one, as he examined her head.
“You had a bad hit, love.” He said and the word love sent her heart beating rapidly. She took a thick swallow, before trying to sit up again. This time he let her, but was still hovering over her.
“Let me get you some ice.” He was gone for all of three seconds before he was back, placing an ice pack with a kitchen towel wrapped around it onto the back of her head. She placed her hand on the ice pack to keep it in place.
“Thanks.” She whispered and his hands were on her again, like he was checking the rest of her for injury.
“What do you remember?” He asked after a beat, almost like he didn’t want to hear the answer.
“Oh, well-” She tried to think, but her mind was coming up blank. It took her several long seconds to remember her name, which was Penelope. Yet, she couldn’t conjure up what happened to her, or who this strange man was.
“I am not sure.” She said finally, and he seemed to sigh in relief, which made her pause before asking her next question.
“Who are you?” She said slowly and he blinked several times, the room getting more tense as the seconds tick by.
“You, you don’t remember me?” He said tilting his head and she nodded softly.
“Pen, I am your boyfriend, Colin.” He said and the words almost felt like they had no meaning as she tried to comprehend them.
“Your,- my boyfriend?” She said each word slowly, as he softly cupped her face in his hands.
“Yes love, for a few months now.” He said as he slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Her breath caught in her throat, and it felt like the first time their lips had ever touched. He deepened the kiss for a moment, letting his tongue slide between her lips, before he seemed to force himself to pull away.
“Sorry, but you don’t remember me?” He looked at her with concern, her hand still holding the ice pack to the back of her head as she nodded.
“Fuck, maybe we should take you to the hospital.” He said and she shook her head, not wanting to go.
“No, I think I am okay. Just let me rest, I am sure it will come back to me.” She told him and he nodded, a frown still on his lips.
“What is the last thing you remember?” He asked and she looked at him, still in complete awe that this man was supposedly her boyfriend.
“Honestly it's all black. It's like I just spawned in at this moment.” She said, not a single concrete moment coming to her. She remembered who she was, and things she had done in the past, but everything else was blank as she tried to pull an exact moment to the forefront of her brain.
“What happened?” She looked at him, as his hands started to wander along her body, and he doesn’t seem to be paying attention as his hands ghost along her sides, and down to her thighs.
“Huh?” He finally looked into her eyes, instead of down at her body. She had butterflies, and fear… was it fear? Coiling in her stomach at his touch.
“I said what happened, how did I hit my head?” She asked and he paused for a moment, like he was thinking. It took him longer than it should have to finally speak again.
“Well, you were trying to use your little stool over there, instead of just asking me for help, like always stubborn girl.” He said and she frowned her eyes darting over to the corner where her stool normally was. Being a short girl, who lived alone, she relied on it just a touch too much.
“I must have spooked you when I came in, because you fell and hit your head on the corner of the coffee table.” He said and she parted her lips, suddenly the sensation of jumping, her hand coming to her chest, and then falling coming back to her. She winced, thinking about it. Yet, absolute dread had been filling her in the moment that she had fallen. She was so confused. It wasn't normal, was it? For her boyfriend to have scared her so much, that she tripped like that? In that tiny blip of a memory she felt like a trapped animal, as she came tumbling down. How odd.
“I am feeling a little nauseous.” She told him, as his wandering hands wandered a little too much. He reluctantly pulled away from her, before clearing his throat and standing up.
“Let me help you lay down.” He helped her from the couch, before leading her towards her room. There were two doors, both closed. One was the bathroom, the other her bedroom. He went straight to her bedroom, like he was there all the time. That helped ease her mind slightly. If he wasn’t her boyfriend, how would he know her apartment so intimately? He laid her down on the mattress, tucking her blankets all around. Making sure her head was propped, and that the ice pack was resting comfortably on the spot she had hit her head.
“I’ll watch you darling, take a short nap.” He said smoothing her hair down. She nodded, finding herself drifting into unconsciousness. Her dream was vivid, almost too vivid for her liking.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice was higher than normal, fear building in her gut. “How did you get in here?” He was stepping towards her, and she shook her head, trying to take a step back.
“Just relax, pretty little Penny, everything is fine.” His voice was dark, seemingly reassuring, but it was doing the opposite of reassuring her. She took another step back just as he came closer. Her breath hitched and she didn't anticipate the edge of the couch was behind her and she lost her footing, stumbling and then falling backwards.
She woke up with a loud gasp, her hand coming to her chest, her ice pack slipping from behind her head. He was right there, like he hadn’t stepped away from her. Looming over her, trying to push her back down.
“Shhh, it's okay baby.” He said so softly and she trembled in his hands.
“It was just a bad dream.” He said, pushing some of her damp hair out of her eyes. She wondered if it was from sweat, or from the ice pack melting. She licked her lips, before nodding, letting her hand come up and clasp around his t-shirt, trying to find something to ground her back into place.
“It’s okay.” His voice was soothing in her ear as he bunched the blankets down her body.
“You're warm.” He whispered and she nodded again, her eyes closed, letting him take care of her. It was better than the dizzying nightmare, or memory? She was unsure, letting her head lull side to side as he climbed on top of her.
“You smell really good.” He croaked out, his nose skimming along her neck. He pressed himself down onto her, and she felt his hardness in his pants. She swallowed, opening her eyes again to look at him. He was bracketing himself on either side of her, resting on his forearms. His knees spread over hers, his clothed cock pressed right into her own center.
She cried out as his hardness put pressure on the most delicious spot. He made eye contact with her as he rocked into her softly, over and over.
“You like that?” He took a deep breath, his eyes blown wide as he kept thrusting into her. She wished there weren’t any clothing between them, that he could just slide straight into her.
“I bet you are so tight darling.” He whispered, bending down towards her neck. She went to open her mouth, ask what he meant, that he bet she was tight, wouldn’t he know as her boyfriend? Yet, he opened his mouth, softly biting onto her pulse point, making her forget what she was about to say. She started rocking herself as well, and he groaned out into her neck.
“Come on sweet girl, I want you to shatter, I know you can do it for me.” His voice was almost pleading with her, as she sought her own pleasure.
“Oh, oh, oh I am cumming!” She cried out, clinging to his t-shirt again, closing her eyes as she pulsed over and over again.
“Oh fuck, sweet girl.” He groaned as he pulled away from her, shoving his hand down his pants and breathing heavily.
“Fuck I almost came in my pants, you would think I haven’t done this before.” He joked, and she giggled, almost a little confused. He seemed to have starved off his own climax as he started working on his jeans, pulling them off his body.
“I want to taste you, please, I bet you’ll be so delicious and wet for me.” Surly he’s tasted her before, right? He almost acted like this was the first time they had ever been intimate before. If they had been together for months, like he claimed, then he certainly had been with her, hadn’t he? Suddenly doubt clouded her brain. If she hadn’t wanted to go further with him yet, maybe there was a reason.
She didn’t have time to second guess before he was pulling her own lounge pants from her body. He himself was naked, crawling in between her legs, taking her all in.
“You're a goddess, Penelope, truly.” He said, his fingers running from her mound, through the thatch of hair as her center, before running through her folds. She cried out, feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm.
He moved slowly, like he was trying to burn the image into his brain, as he slowly brought his face closer and closer to her pink center.
“What are you doing here?” Her brain suddenly conjured as he finally licked her. She shuttered, feeling like a memory hitting her. “You think I could be kept from you?” His tone was dark and she cried out, fighting the urge to close her legs, lock him at her center so he couldn’t move. He started licking her like a man starved and the memory slowly edged away, feeling like smoke in her grasp.
“Fuck-” He was licking at her so rapidly, so vigorously, she had to fist the bed sheets to keep herself in place. He licked, sucked, and groaned and she watched as he had to hump to bed to appease the strain he must have been feeling.
“Oh my gosh!” She cried out as another orgasm was ripped from her, this one longer and she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. Soon overstimulation hit and she tapped him on the head, trying to get him to stop.
“Sorry, darling, you just taste so good.” He lumbered up her body, pulling her lips into a rough kiss. She was able to taste herself on him, as their lips melted together. She could feel his cock rub her sensitive center, and she made a small noise as he pushed forward and his cock head bumped her clit before sliding back down and notching at her center.
His lips were still on hers, so he devoured the word wait that was sitting on the tip of her tongue as he gently slid inside of her.
“Oh fuckkkkk.” He pulled his lips from hers and seemed to be struggling with himself, before he slowly dragged his hips back and forth in deep thrusting motions. Her center was stinging, aching in a way she wasn’t expecting.
“So tight, so good. You take me so good.” He was babbling as he increased his thrusts.
“I love you Penelope, I love you so much. You know that right?” He was begging and pleading and all she could do was cry out, and take it as he thrust in and out of her at an almost brutal pace.
“Your mine, all mine.” He growled as he bit her neck and sucked. She gripped his back, letting her fingernails rake down the length of him as he plowed into her. She wondered if he always took her so savagely. She wanted to remind him of her head injury as his hips snapped again and again into her, yet the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.
“I’m gonna cum inside of you sweet girl, and you're gonna take it all.” He said, his thrusts getting more sloppy. She was almost relieved as he made a grunting noise, sinking into her as deep as possible, before she felt him pulsing inside of her.
“So good, you did go good.” He whispered into her ear as he pulled out of her. She cried out at the loss, one of her hands coming to her center, only to see a sticky white substance, tinged pink. Had she been a virgin, had they never done this before? She looked at him with wide, nervous eyes. He didn’t even bat an eye as he took her fingers and popped them into his mouth, sucking them clean of their combined juices.
Something was wrong, she just knew it. She couldn’t explain it, but she just knew something was wrong. He got up, got a washcloth and cleaned her up. When he left the room for a moment she stood up, put her pants back on, just as he came back with a new ice pack.
“Not so fast, sweet girl, you still need rest.” He told her and she took the ice pack before placing it on the back of her head.
She was about to open her mouth and say something when her phone started ringing and there eyes locked. He looked like he was almost daring her to move, but she didn’t because she knew that no matter what, he would be faster than her.
“I’ll bring you your phone.” He told her and she nodded. He was gone for much longer than he should have, finally coming back and handing her the phone.
“It was just a scam likely call.” He said with a shrug as she unlocked it. Things felt stiff and awkward since they coupled, since she truly felt like something was wrong.
“Thanks.” She whispered, yet when she looked in her recent contacts she didn’t see anything. Then she looked in her text threads and couldn’t find one between her and him. If he was her boyfriend, they would have a text threat right?
“I am going to call my mom.” She said after a beat and he flinched for a moment before shaking his head.
“You must have forgotten, you stopped talking to her, remember?” He said and her eyebrows furrowed, what was he talking about. Surely she would remember that? Yet, she didn’t remember him, so she supposed it could be possible. Still something was wrong, she needed to reach out and talk to someone that could reassure her.
“Okay.” She placed her phone down, waiting for him to trust her. They sat in silence for a bit, her keeping the ice pack on her head, him watching her. Finally her stomach growled, and they made eye contact.
“Hungry?” He asked and she nodded.
“Sit tight, I’ll make you some lunch.” He patted her on the leg, hesitating once before heading towards her door. As soon as she heard him puttering around her small kitchen she shakily pulled her phone from under her leg, and dialed the only person she knew she could trust. Her coworker, and best friend, Edwina Sharma.
“Oh My God, Pen are you okay?” Edwina after she picked up and Penelope flinched before whispering.
“Yeah, I just hit my head. I am okay.” Edwina seemed worried over the phone.
“Hit your head, what do you mean? Did you get my text messages?” The other girl asked and Penelope whispered no, because when she had checked her text messages she hadn’t gotten any new ones.
“He’s out Penelope, he made bail. Are you okay?” Penelope blinked several times, confusion still sitting heavy in her brain.
“Who?” She asked and heard Edwina gasp.
“Penelope, what is the matter with you? Colin, your fucking stalker, he got out on bail!” Penelope flinched, and looked up and locked eyes with him as he wandered into the room at that moment. Her phone fell from her hand, disappointment laced in his eyes.
“Really Penelope, couldn’t even wait a minute.” His steps were jerky as he bent down and scooped her phone from the ground, frowning as he saw who was on the other line.
“Fuck off Edwina.” He said briskly into the phone before snapping it in his hands.
“Why do you always pick the hard way?” He asked, shaking his head. Everything was just coming back to her. This was Colin Bridgerton, he had been the manager at the grocery store she worked at part-time. Everything had been fine in the beginning, but slowly things escalated. He started texting her, sending her letters, watching her every move. It even came to the point where she had to quit that part time job, his harassment becoming too much.
He had broken into her apartment just last week, and that was what Edwina was talking about, that he had gotten out on bail. She paled as they looked at each other, as he slipped his hand into his pocket, before pulling out a syringe.
“Hard way it is darling.” She went to move, but he was faster, plunging it into her arm. She felt the effects quickly, feeling her body becoming heavy.
“Shh, shh it's okay baby, I got you.” Was the last thing she heard before everything went dark.