Moments Lost and Found (3 page)

 “Samantha Davis, who knew a controlling
woman could be so god damned sexy?” He pulled her into a kiss. Sam knew that
small attempt at levity was either a good sign that they weren’t going to
wallow in what happened, and that they were getting back to normal, or
Laurent’s attempt at burying his feelings. She knew she wasn’t going to find
the answer right then as they walked hand in hand into the bedroom.

Laurent turned her towards him and undressed her
slowly, carefully. It was clear that he was so afraid of hurting her, he
touched her like she was going to break. She let him take all her clothes off,
and once she was naked, she undressed him. It was their silent way of telling
each other that they could each take care of the other, provided of course that
they both let themselves be cared for. Laurent held Sam’s hand as they walked
the few steps to the bed, pulled back the covers and let her get in first. He
cuddled up behind her, pulling her body tight to his, holding her against him
as reassurance that she was there with him, safe. As emotionally charged as the
last couple of hours were, it didn’t take long for Sam to hear Laurent’s
breathing turn into that rhythmic cadence that was a sure sign he was asleep.
But even in sleep, he held her tight. It took Sam a while to nod off. A few
times as she was drifting, she was jolted awake by Laurent’s arm jerking,
pulling her tighter to him. He wasn’t typically a fitful sleeper, and she knew
that this whole situation had taken its toll on him. Eventually, Laurent
stopped jerking and Sam forced herself to stop thinking about everything that
had just happened and finally, she drifted off, joining Laurent in slumber.

Sam was awoken by Laurent’s erection pressing into
her back and his hand rubbing up and down her body while he kissed her
shoulder.

 “Mmmmm. Now this is how a girl likes to be
woken up.” Sam purred.

 “Is that right,
Cheri
?” he mumbled
against her as he continued to kiss and rub and grind against her.

 “Mmmhmm.” She could feel his lips turn to a
small smile. He slowly turned her over and then got on top of her, using his
knees to push her legs apart so he could slide right in.

 “Ahhhh.” Sam gasped as Laurent pushed
himself all the way in. He started moving slowly at first, staring at her like
he was trying to memorize her face. He didn’t take his eyes off of her as he
started to quicken the pace. He had her knees behind his elbows but that wasn’t
enough. He had to get deeper in her. He moved her legs so her ankles were now
around his neck and kept pumping her. He was still staring into her eyes but
she could tell that something had changed in his expression. He was looking at
her but he was gone, he was somewhere else. It was like he was trying to fuck
away what had happened last night and this morning. Like if he just fucked her
harder and harder he could push it all out and erase it all.

They’d had rough sex before but this was something
different. Laurent was pounding his cock into her like he was possessed.
Laurent had always been a very, very generous lover. No matter what they did,
he always made it about Sam’s pleasure, and seeing Sam pleased turned him on.
But this, this was different. It wasn’t about her, or even about them at all.
It wasn’t even about him. He was fucking her like he had to get it out of his
system. At some point, Sam realized this, and realized he needed this, needed
to both control the situation
and
lose control. For the first time ever,
he came before she did. His orgasm was violent, like he was exorcising a demon
as he came. He screamed a low, violent guttural yell that Sam had never heard
before and then his eyes cleared and he came back into reality.

As he shuddered at the end he realized what had
happened, “Oh Samantha, fuck… I,
merde
…” was all he could manage as he
collapsed on top of her. She knew that he needed this. “
Cheri, merde
,
I’m sorry, you didn’t…”

 “Shhhh, relax.” She whispered as she stroked
his hair. She wiped his sweat-filled brow as he rolled off of her.

 “I don’t know what happened. I wasn’t even
there. Here. Samantha, I…”

 “Laurent, stop. You needed that. You needed
to get that out of your system. I get it.”

 “You do?”

 “Yes, sweetheart, I do. Now just relax.
There’s enough to worry about. This is not one of those things.” She could see
that he was already starting to retreat into his mind. She wasn’t sure if it
was about the sex or everything else.

But he came back, “Thank you.” he turned and
looked at her.

She chuckled, “You mean for…” and she gestured to
the bed.

 “No, Samantha, not for that,” he said
seriously, “for being here. For trying to understand me, even when I don’t make
it easy.” He cocked his head to the side, almost shrugging, “I know I don’t
always make it easy.”

 “Easy is overrated, Laurent.”

 “Controlling, smart and a woman after my own
heart.” He started rubbing her body again. She could see he was coming back.
His expression relaxed, the demon was gone. They stayed like that for a while,
lying together just rubbing each other, relaxing. Until Laurent started making
the rubbing more sensual. Finally, he spoke, “Now, Samantha, do you have any
idea how many different ways I imagined punishing you this morning when you were
out running?” Thank God, flirty Frenchman was back.

 “Over an hour for me to wonder what I was
going to do to you for disobeying my wishes. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know, I am a
very creative man and leaving me to my imagination for that long,” he shook his
head as a devilish grin came across his face, “that’s very, very dangerous,
Samantha.”

 “Dangerous?” she flirted back as he
continued to stroke her body.

 “Oh yes,
Cheri
. Now, I am a firm
believer in making the punishment fit the crime.” Sam raised her eyebrows. He
was really enjoying this.

 “Crime, Laurent? What crime?” she flirted
back innocently.

 “Really, Samantha? You don’t know what you
did? Hmmm. Well, I guess I can see how that might be, given that there was more
than just one, uh, infraction. So let’s see, let’s start with the most
egregious: leaving against my wishes.” As he said this, he got up. It was very
apparent just how much he was enjoying this as he was completely hard again.

 “Now, stay there,
Cheri
. You won’t
want to make your punishment any worse than it already is.” He winked as he
walked into the bathroom. When he came out, his hands were behind his back.

 “Samantha, can I trust you?” his voice had
suddenly turned to that low sexy growl. Just hearing it gave Sam shivers.

All she could manage was a breathy, “Yes, Laurent,
you can trust me.”

 “Good. Now close your eyes, Samantha. Good
girl. Keep them closed, no peeking.” She smiled, “Samantha, you’re not peeking,
are you?”

 “No, sir.”

 “Very good,
Cheri
.” She could hear
the smile in his voice. “Now, even though this is your punishment, I am going
to make this easier on you. Lift your head up, that’s right,” he said as she
did and he tied a scarf around her eyes. “There, now isn’t that easier than
fighting to keep your eyes closed?”

 “Yes, Laurent, thank you.” she said
breathily.

 “You’re welcome,
Cheri
. So polite.
You think being polite will make your punishment any less?” he challenged.

She smiled, “I hope not.” He laughed. It was good
to hear him laugh after everything of late.

 “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Samantha. We’ve talked about
this. How is it punishment if you like it? Hmmm, I may have to change my ways
to teach you a lesson. You are a very challenging woman, you know that,
Cheri
?”

 “I like to keep it interesting.” She smiled
again, she could hear him padding around the room. Not being able to see him
heightened her senses and anticipation. Wondering what he was doing was making
her that much hotter, wetter.

 “
Touche, Cheri
. So do I.” as he said
this, she felt him grab her left wrist and tie what she figured was the
bathrobe sash to it. She could feel him tie the other end to the headboard.
Then, she heard him walk around to the other side of the bed do the same thing
to her right wrist. He gave a tug as he fastened that one to the headboard ensuring
she wasn’t going anywhere.

 “Like I said, the punishment should fit the
crime,
non
?” he asked rhetorically. “
Cheri
, now, be a good girl
and pull against those.” Sam did. Her arms were completely spread and she
wasn’t going anywhere. “Very nice. Ok, now for your legs.” She could hear the
enjoyment in his voice. He pulled her down a bit so that her body was
completely taut as he fastened another sash to her left ankle, pulling it and
fastening it to something on the bed frame and then the same with the right.
She was completely spread eagle.

 “Now, Samantha, let me see you pull against
your restraints with your arms and your legs.” Sam squirmed but there wasn’t
much give at all. “Excellent. You’re not going anywhere.” He stated flatly as
she heard him open the closet.

 “So, crime number one, leaving when I told
you not to. I believe we have that remedied, don’t you?” again, a rhetorical
question.
Whack!
Sam felt a belt? On her nipple. “I asked you a
question, Samantha.” Or maybe not so rhetorical after all.

 “Yes, Laurent. I’m not going anywhere.”

 “Better. Now then, you like it when I pinch
your nipples hard, yes,
Cheri
?”

 “Yes, Laurent.” She knew better than to not
answer.

 “So, again, I’m not sure if I’ll need to
switch up my punishment tactics, because if you like this,” again, he whacked
her nipples, this time rapid fire, back and forth. It felt like it was a belt
tip, but it was something else. He was able to whip each nipple with such
precision. It stung but it felt good. Really good. He kept at it, each slap
getting harder and harder. Sam’s nipples were pounding but she wanted it more.
She tried to arch her back to push her chest up. “
Cheri
, are you arching
your back for me?”

 “Yes, Laurent.” It was almost a whisper

 “
Mais, pourquoi
, Samantha?”

 “It feels so good. I mean, it hurts, but I
like it sooo much. I want more.” She panted. “Please, Laurent.” She knew that
she was going to have to ask for it. “Please hit my nipples harder. Please.
More.” He chuckled.

 “Oh, Samantha.” He wacked her quickly over
and over again, alternating between nipples. The stinging was becoming
unbearably painful, but the more it hurt the more she wanted. Then, he started
alternating between nipples and her mound. “Oh!” she gasped.

 “You like that too,
Cheri
?” he asked
as he kept at it, hitting all three spots over and over again, “Yes, Laurent.
Please, please more.” She couldn’t understand it but the pain especially on her
nipples, the stinging sensation was getting harder and harder and hurt more and
more, and the more it did, the more she wanted. She was starting to feel her
body start tingling, he was going to make her come just by whipping her nipples
then suddenly he stuck his fingers in her and she exploded, screaming as he
worked his fingers in and out as she came. When she finally stopped shuddering
he started very lightly licking her very tender nipples. She moaned.

 “Does that feel good,
Cheri
?” he
asked against her breasts as he continued to lick them.

 “Yes, but…”

 “But?” Laurent sounded genuinely surprised.
He pulled her blindfold off so he could see her eyes. It took Sam a moment to
adjust to seeing. Suddenly, she was embarrassed and could feel herself flush.
“What is it,
Cheri
?”

Sam couldn’t believe she was going to say this, “I
want more.” She said quietly. He laughed and then bit her nipple hard which
made her gasp. “Is that what you want more of?”

 “Yes, please, Laurent.” She answered closing
her eyes as he pinched both nipples, hard, making her moan, as he straddled her
so he could look at her.

 “Look at me, Samantha.” She opened her eyes.
He pinched her nipples hard, really hard. She gasped, but kept her eyes open,
“You like the pain, don’t you,
Cheri
?”

Sam nodded and answered embarrassed, “Yes,
Laurent.”

He smiled, “Why are you embarrassed to tell me?
You know, your body already tells me that you like it, you know that, right,
Cheri
?”
Sam hadn’t really thought of that. She tried to shrug her shoulders, but
couldn’t really. They both chuckled at that.

Then, suddenly Laurent’s expression turned serious
and he took his hands off her. She worried that something happened. Maybe she
shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked… “You know,
Samantha. We have a problem.”

 “What, what is it, Laurent?”

A smile crept onto his face, “Well, if you like it
so much when I punish you, then it’s not punishment! What are we going to do
about that?” he broke out into a full grin and started tickling her. She
started screaming and laughing. Now this, this was torture. She was laughing
and screaming and squirming but of course she was tethered so her squirming was
all in vain. “Ah ha! Finally, I have found true punishment!” Laurent laughed
triumphantly.

 “No!” Sam laughed, “Stop! Stop!” but the
more she yelled the more he tickled until he finally stopped. They were both
panting and laughing. He reached over and gave her a gentle tap on the nose
with what she could now see was a riding crop. When did he get that? She
wondered. But now she understood what he was using on her earlier. She broke
out into a huge grin.

 “You like the crop,
Cheri
.” It wasn’t
a question.

She nodded, “I guess I do.” He leaned down and
kissed her lips. Then he started to untie her. He did her wrists first and then
her ankles. She reflexively rubbed and turned and stretched everything. He
rubbed her too as he freed her limbs.

He stayed straddling her and looked down at her
and said, “I love you, Samantha. Tell me you know that.”

 “Yes, Laurent, I know.” And before she could
say anything more, he leaned down to kiss her and then, to prove it, made love
to her.