Remembering the Past

REMEMBERING THE PAST

Chapter Codes: M/f, lactation, bondage, D/s, job/real, romantic, reluctant

Chapter 1

Aaron Williams was on one of his regular business trips; however, the hotel he was staying at was anything but normal. In fact, it used to be an old castle set in a remote area of England. It was cold, drafty, and highly impersonal. For a moment Aaron longed for the comfort of his one bedroom apartment in Canada. But as a computer expert, his job required that he sometimes travel to remote places to network the "outback" to the web and the rest of the world. Mostly he could do it from the corporate office but there were times when he needed to be on-site at the beginning to get everything up and running.

He was just about to settle in for the night, when he heard the soft cry coming from down the hall. "Help me," it whispered hauntingly.

"Hmm." Aaron was always one to lend a hand whenever needed. Therefore, he did not hesitate to quickly throw on pants, a shirt, and nothing else, as he went to investigate who was in need of aid. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway on the hard, gray stone. It seemed even colder here in the hallway, if that were possible. It was hard to see, for there were only a few dim lights in the passageway. It was probably nothing of importance. Someone lost and looking for the lobby. He could see how that could happen. The castle was old, with many twisting, turning corridors, some of which led to dead ends. They really should put signs up, he thought in annoyance, as he traveled towards the source of the strange plea.

As he went, he heard moans coming from the direction he was headed; encouraged, he picked up his pace. At last, the corridor ended, but there was nothing there. No door, no continuing corridor; just a dead end. Aaron was about to turn back and retrace his steps, when a low moan reached his ears. The odd thing was, it seemed to be coming from behind the wall. Frustrated, he put his hand out to lean against the solid stone, only to have a portion of the wall move slightly.

Using his superbly sculpted muscles, he pushed the section of the wall. Slowly, inch-by-inch, it slid open revealing a secret room hidden inside. The room was aglow with candles everywhere, even from the ceiling in large, wrought-iron chandeliers, surrounding a large king-size bed in the middle of the room. Two night tables were on either side, with a vase of purple roses on one. On the walls hung pictures of detailed landscapes; almost giving the impression that one was outside, rather than in this dank castle. This room seemed to come alive somehow, as if there were a certain life, a vitality in it that could not be diminished or repressed.

As he stepped into the room, the hidden door fell silently shut behind him. The room was warm, he noted, most likely from the raging fire in the fireplace to his right. So much nicer than the rest of this place. He wondered why they kept it hidden.

A small movement caught his attention to his left. There was a woman standing naked in the corner. Her arms were bound by the wrists, the chain attached to a hook in the ceiling above her head, causing her breasts to stick out enticingly. She was standing on her tiptoes, stretched to her full height, which still was not very tall compared to him. Long blonde hair felt in a straight sheet behind her. She shifted under his gaze and something struck him as odd. It took a moment to realize what it was.

Her breasts were large, beautifully shaped, with big, dark pink nipples sticking out in the middle. But what was strange was when she moved, rather than bouncing slightly, as they would normally, they seem stiff - as if they were hard, rather than soft and yielding. She looked at him with large brown eyes. "Help me," she whispered.

"Who are you and how did you get here?" Aaron asked, wondering who on earth would have left a gorgeous creature like this chained and helpless. Would they soon come back? Where they in danger?

She shook her head slowly. "Please...?" Her eyes seemed to show such depth of emotion, as if she were calling to him, begging him to give the aid that she so desperately sought.

He went towards the naked beauty that stood bound in front of him. Once again he asked her, "Who are you? Who did this to you?"

Seeing the concern in his eyes, she answered, "I am Carlin. I was bound like this at my request…I thought it would be fun. I am the owner of the hotel. It has been so hard, since my husband passed away. I needed a break, some time alone. So I had the nanny chain me like this and take my baby for the night. But I did not think that my milk would come in so quickly! My breasts...they ache so much. Please, just relieve the pressure." His eyebrow raised in surprise from her request.

She lowered her eyes to the floor. She could not believe that she was being so bold to a complete stranger. Carlin had simply thought that her nanny would bind her and leave her for the night. Just a little harmless fun - an indulgent fantasy. Never had she thought that her milk would come in so quickly. It never had before. Indeed, she had spent many nights sleeping in absolute comfort. So why now? Why tonight of all nights?

She looked up at the handsome stranger once more, a shiver of desire flowing down her spine. He was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Those rippling muscles were to die for, and he was so tall that she had to crane her neck just to look up at him. He could easily overpower her and the thought made her wet. Would he notice? Her cheeks flooded with colour, and she quickly looked down at the floor again. It had been so long. Almost two years since her husband had passed away. He had not even known she was pregnant at the time. And she had not been with another man since. Had not even wanted to. Until now.

She ventured a shy glance beneath her lashes. "Perhaps if you simply get me the key, I can take care of this problem myself. It's just over there, on the bedside table…" her voice trailed off as he met her gaze. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown. She always had been a sucker for chocolate. She felt as though she were melting. The juices from her pussy slowly trickled between her legs. Desperately, she squeezed them tightly together, hoping he wouldn't notice. But her breasts were not so easy to disguise. As her heart pounded with the slightest amount of fear of this stranger, for she really did not know him at all or what he was capable of, her desire started to overtake the feeling of cautiousness. Or perhaps the power she sensed in him simply added to the thrill. He could be dangerous, but after the mundane existence she had been living lately, this was incredibly exciting. That was when she felt the milk start to trickle from her over-filled breasts. Slowly, a drop ran down first her left breast, then her right, out of her erect nipple down its creamy fullness, hanging there, just about to drip.

Mortified, she lowered her head and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, praying he did not understand the significance of what her body was clearly showing him: she wanted him. Perhaps he would simply unbind her and leave. That would be the simplest thing, and would accomplish what she asked for – to relieve the pressure in her breasts - for once she was free she could take care of the problem herself. However, she could not help but think of the other ways that he would be able to accomplish that task. She had never been so bold with a man before in her life, even in her mind. Maybe he would simply forget this ever happened. Her heart hammered in protest, and a lone tear slid down her cheek. No, there was something about him that simply felt right, like this was the way it was supposed to be. Should he choose to lower his head and kiss her, it would be the most glorious thing in the world; she was sure of it. More than likely he would simply hand her the key and go. Then the loneliness, the aching deep inside her, would remain. Only one thing would fill that void, but she was not at all sure this handsome stranger would be the one to fulfill that need. She refused to open her eyes at all, as she whispered, "Hand me the key."

When he remain silent and unmoving, she spoke again, "Please…" She was begging him now, desperate for a way out of this embarrassing situation. "Give me the key."

"Give you the keys? It would be extremely difficult to undo the cuffs, chained as you are. Most likely you would simply drop the key."

She looked at him pleadingly. "Then unlock the cuffs for me? Please, sir?"

He smiled at her, like a wolf who had cornered its prey. "On one condition. You come with me to my room so as we can talk."

She shifted restlessly. "Can't we talk here?"

"Why here?" his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

She met his gaze steadily. "This room is special to me. I feel comfortable here. The rest of the castle can be so...impersonal."

He seemed to relax, almost satisfied with her answer. "And we won't be disturbed here?"

She wasn't quite sure how to answer. She did not want to upset him and wanted him to unlock her. At the same time, she did not want him to think that she would be totally at his mercy. After all, he was still a stranger. She didn't even know his name.

"Errr...no." She briefly glanced at the phone on the bedside table; knowing help was only a phone call away if it came to that. However, when she looked into the man's eyes again, she had a feeling that she wouldn't be needing it. Something deep inside her told her that she could trust him, but that almost scared her as much as anything else.

As he saw the look on her face he took the keys and came close to her to unchain her wrists. He could not help but to press against her gently as he reached for the cuffs that held her prisoner. He could feel her full breasts touching his body and the wetness from them dampened his shirt. He could see Carlin biting her lip; a soft moan, which she tried to stifle, still managed to reach his ears. He looked down at her as he was loosening the chains, never once breaking eye contact as he diligently went about his task.

He was so close. She could smell him from here, could feel his strength, his power calling to her. It seemed like forever that she was pressed up against him, when finally she was free, her hands falling down to her sides. She moved quickly, stepping around him towards the bed. She tugged on the sheet and wrapped the blanket firmly around her naked body, covering herself from his knowing gaze.

"Just give me a second," she said, as she headed towards a door beside the one he had entered. She made no move to close the door, or hide her movements. He could see her in the bathroom, as she picked up a cup from beside the sink, before she headed back to sit beside the fire.

Her breasts were killing her. She just needed to express a little milk to relieve the tension. As she sat, she watched him, discretely slipping her hands beneath the blanket to her nipples. "Thank you for helping me."

He turned to answer her when he saw what she was doing. For a moment he was speechless, staring in amazement at the beautiful sight in front of him. Slowly, so he would not scare her, he headed towards the rug in front of the fireplace where she was sitting. He looked her in the eyes and asked, "Why are you doing that?"

Her face turned beet red, as she shrugged the blanket higher around her shoulders, trying to hide herself. "I...I need to relieve the pressure."

"Well, you look like you're not having much success with that."

She looked down at the milk, which was spilling everywhere, soaking the blanket. So much for the cup she had brought. She hung her head, totally embarrassed to have a stranger find her in this state.

His voice was calm and reassuring. "I have seen you naked, do you really think you need to cover yourself in front of me now?"

She looked away from him, into the fire. "I…I'm not used to being naked in front of strangers." She paused for a moment. "I don't even know your name."

"My name is Aaron."

She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with pleasure. "That's a nice name."

"Thank you, as is yours. Now that you know my name, am I still a stranger?"

She blushed again. She did not understand why he was still here. He had rescued her, had come to her aid, but she was no longer in need of his services. And yet he lingered.

Did he want something from her? She glanced up again and remembered the feel of his hard body pressed against hers. Damn, her milk started to flow from both breasts, trickling down her body. She valiantly tried to move the cup back and forth, as the blanket dropped, leaving her exposed once again. Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did she have to feel attraction towards his man?

"You look like you're having some problems there. Can I help in any way? Would you like me to get you more cups? Do they hurt?"

She looked up at him again, for a brief second the laughter showing clearly in her eyes at his rush of questions. Then she sobered. There were no more cups in her bathroom. If he was to get another one he would have to leave, and she didn't want that. She didn't want him to go. "Yes, they hurt. A lot." Especially now that he was staring at them, they seemed to throb, aching in her chest.

He felt sorry for her, for the pain she was going through. He sat down beside her and slowly eased his way closer to her. "Do you trust me?"

She looked into his brown eyes, drowning in their depths. Her mouth went dry, and she could not speak, so she simply nodded at him. After all, he had helped her when she needed it. He could have taken advantage of her, but he had not. As her head bobbed, she knew it to be true. She did trust him, this stranger - Aaron.

"Then allow me to help you with your pain."

Again, she could only nod, not quite knowing what he meant. He gradually lowered his head down to her left breast, slowly took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck on her full breast.

She let out a gasp of surprise, her fingers instinctively tangling in his dark hair, cradling him. She could feel the milk spurting out now. With each tug on her teat, she could feel the heat of desire stabbing straight to her womb. It was throbbing now, in time with his sucks. Lost in the feeling, she closed her eyes, her head falling back slightly as she arched towards him. Taking more of her breast in his mouth he sucked deeper, swallowing all that she had to offer him from her ample breasts. Her milk tasted so pure and almost sweet to his mouth.

Slowly the ache in her breast was relieved, but the ache between her legs remain.

He loved how she held his head as he sucked on her breast. She ran her fingers through his slightly longish brown hair, over and over again, loving the feel of him against her. His goatee scratched against her breast, but only served to heighten the desire. She let him suck, riding on the waves of passion flowing through her, until her left breast was almost empty. "Please...the other one."

As he adjusted himself to suck on her right breast, his hard cock rubbed against her leg. He looked up at her, as he took her nipple in his mouth and began to suckle the milk out of her breast. At the first tug on her nipple she cried out; the breast was so full a stab of pain radiated from her teat. But that only added to her desire. Suddenly, she knew she was going to cum, right here, right now, with only his mouth at her breast. The feelings were too intense, and her whole body was throbbing. She arched more firmly against him, his arousal digging into her leg, and felt her body start to shake.

"Ohhhhh...Aaron..." she moaned. Her labia clenched and unclenched in time with the muscles inside her body. She was so wet, so aroused, she could not stop it. Her whole body tingled, as she felt her body spiral out of control.

Hearing his name like that made him suck even harder and made him push his hard cock against her to let her know how much he enjoyed this intimate act. She screamed loudly as she climaxed, making no attempt to hold anything back or hide from him. Knowing that she had cum just from his sucking excited him even more then he could ever imagine.

She could feel the sticky juice of her cum traveling down her legs as she cradled his head, her body pulsing in a glorious afterglow. She had never thought anything could be so magnificent. She looked down at him, and smiled. "Thank you," she whispered.

Seeing her smile he took another chance and slowly started to take off first his wet shirt, then his pants. She laid back on the blanket, which had fallen heedlessly on the floor, her body still pulsing pleasantly. Through her lashes she watch him. How long had it been since she had been with a man?

As his pants fell to the floor, his hard cock came into clear view. She let out a soft gasp at the width of his engorged member. Despite having borne a child he was going to stretch her; she knew it. For a moment she bit her lower lip, gazing at her own stomach, the stretch marks that marred its smoothness. He had seen her naked, but did he think her beautiful?

As if he could read her thoughts, he let a finger trail along one of the many lines across her abdomen. His fingers were caressing, lovingly, in such a manner to ease any thought of insecurity she may have had. His touch reassured her in a way words could not have done.

He lowered himself to her and softly kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth, yielding to him. She could taste the milk there, that sweet taste, and her body started to throb with need once again. Spreading her legs, she offered herself to him. After the kindness he had shown tonight, and the pleasure he had brought, he could do with her as he pleased; she would submit to him fully, in any way he desired.

Without any effort he let his cock find the opening of her wet pussy. He could feel the heat of her women-hood - the wetness. She moaned, and lifted her hips to meet him, her hand wrapping around his muscled back, slowly moving up and down. Her caress just made him want her even more.

"Oh, Aaron," she moaned, loving the feel of this man against her.

He entered her, not stopping until his balls were touching her ass. He was all the way in her with one thrust of his hips. She moaned loudly as her body adjusted to his size, stretching her, filling her to completion. He did not move for a moment, his muscles straining, as he waited for her to be ready. He lowered his head, sucking on her breast.

She started to move her hips against him. His mouth was driving her wild, and she could not stay still. Her hands traveled once more to his head, loving the feel of his hair beneath her fingertips. "Take me, please," she begged him. "Ride me hard."

Hearing her plea he began to thrust in her hard, letting her feel his full man-hood inside her, as his balls slapped against her buttocks with every thrust of his hips, her wet pussy grabbing hold of his hard cock milking it.

"Oh god," she moaned and wiggled beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, yes!" Her hands traveled to his tight ass, and squeeze him fiercely, urging him. Harder and harder he pumped in her, grabbing hold of her breasts as he let her know how much he wanted her. Without thought, he leaned down again to kiss her nipple firmly.

"OH, AARON!" she screamed, her body tightening, in anticipation of what was to come. Her fingernails dug into his ass leaving a large trail of red scratch marks in their wake as her climax took her, much more violently this time than the last.

Her pussy muscles grabbing hold of his cock as she climaxed, and it was going to push him over the edge too. His balls were getting tight, knowing he was going to cum and cum hard. He hesitated, not knowing if he should cum in her or pull out. But she held him tightly against her hips still, as he thrust, drawing out her pleasure. He could not hold on much longer thrusting vigorously in her, his head rolling back. He was going to cum. She moaned loudly, loving every second of it. Then, suddenly, the decision was no longer his. "Ahhh, I'm going to cum!" He moaned to her as he held onto her breasts.

"Aaron," she gasped, as she felt another orgasm about to take her. A growl came out of him as he came in her, his body shaking his hips moving in and out, no longer in control of his movements. His pulsing cock pushing her over the edge, as she came again, her moans mixed with his growl, like sweet music to her ears. He had never climaxed like this before, with so much intensity. With every squirt of his sperm he would push deeper into her, and she would moan louder, as her body trembled around his cock.

Finally when he was done he lowered himself down to her and passionately kissed her lips. She could not believe what just happened. She never, ever had sex with a stranger before but, somehow, it felt right. Oh, so right. She kissed him back; letting him know just how much pleasure he had given her this wonderful night. As feelings of joy spread between them, he slowly rolled off her and took her in his arms. She lay beside him, her head pillowed by his shoulder, and felt exhaustion sweep over her. She closed her eyes, and let herself just enjoy this most blissful moment with such a wonderful man, her arms wrapped tightly around him, her legs entwined with his. They kissed each other, showing their affection with actions not words. They exchanged slow, lazy kisses, as if they had all the time in the world to savor this moment, not wanting the time to end.

"Stay with me?" she asked him. "For tonight."

Knowing that there would be nothing more enjoyable then this he kissed her and said, "Yes."

She smiled and looked towards the huge king size bed. "Maybe we'd be more comfortable there?"

He smiled back at her. "I think you're right." With the utmost tenderness, he lifted her to the bed. They lay side by side, as she stroked his cheek, lovingly. He kissed her other hand affectionately.

She sighed contently, letting her eyelids flutter shut. She was so tired. He had satisfied her so utterly, so completely, a peacefulness she had only dreamt about was stealing over her. He held her securely in his arms letting her drift off.

She murmured sleepily against him, "Aren't you going to sleep with my breast in your mouth?"

"I thought you would never ask," he replied, with a big smile across his face. He lowered himself down the bed so his mouth could be at her breast and took it inside the warm, moist cavern. Her breathing slowed, as she cradled his head tenderly in her arms, her hands gently stroking his head.

Aaron threw the blanket over them both, as he wrapped his other arm around her, their legs naturally entwining, slowly drifting off to sleep with comfort and peace in his mind and heart.

"Aaron…my master," she whispered, her voice nothing more than a soft sigh as sleep took her.

While the words floated to him from far away, Aaron was already half asleep, with his mouth full of her breast, and only held her closer against him in response.

The buzzing of the alarm woke him. Aaron rolled over automatically to turn it off, squinting at the time - 6:30am. Vaguely, he wondered how she knew he had to be awake by then to get to work. That was when he realized something was wrong. Coming fully awake, he realized he was not in the cozy little room with a roaring fire, but rather his own cold, impersonal hotel room.

Frantically he looked in the bed beside him, but it was empty. Not the slightest trace of her appeared; no lingering scent, no single strand of her long blonde hair, nothing. It was as if last night had never been. Like it was only a dream.

To be continued….