Caught in the shadows of the monster

I could feel his cock sliding into my continuous flowing pussy. Just the tip of his large cock to my pussy had my body trembling with anticipation and body preparing to take him. I squirmed beneath him as he slowly push the head past my lips and deeper into my canal. I could feel every vein and ripple of his cock and it made me tremble with need for more. I cursed as he withdrew and I tried to beg for more but the words wouldn’t leave my mouth. My arms were restrained above me, so the chances of me grabbing him and pulling him deeper were nonexistent. I watched as he laughed at my neediness and felt him push in just a little deeper. I couldn’t stop the moan that left my lips. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to pound into me with no mercy like he use to.

I tried squeezing my pussy around him to pull him in deeper but he just looked at me with a knowing smirk. He was teasing me once again. I tried to cry out please but no sound came to my lips. It was like I was put on mute and forgotten that way. Only soft moans could be heard as he stretched my pussy to fit his large size.

I could hear his voice repeating the same words to me, “You crave me, just admit it.”

Every time I tried to scream no back at him and once again. Everything came crashing down.

Jolting awake I looked around my room, completely covered in sweat and on the verge of having another orgasm in my sleep. I groan as I looked at the clock on my phone which read 3:34am.

In the darkness I got out of bed to relieve myself and check on Lyla. She had grown so much in the last four years. I missed her being a baby, but she brightens my day every day.

As I looked into her room she was sound asleep softly snoring. Her night light was on and she was all tucked in with blankets and pillows covering her princess bed. That’s her thing. She is a princess through and through. She makes me play princesses with her every day and she dresses up as a different one every day.

Walking back to my room across the hall, I get back into bed and try to relax and go back to sleep. My dreams are plagued with him once again. It’s been five years since we left Canada and still every night I dream of him.

It always starts the same. Shane’s mouth on my neck and him saying hello. He tells me how much he misses me then continues to move his hands and mouth all over my body. He tied my hands up so I can’t touch him. Then he pleasures me with his mouth for a long time. Getting me so close to my orgasm. Once I’m close enough he starts teasing my sopping wet pussy with his large cock. Rubbing me with it, slapping it on my clit, then he pushes just the head in. When I get so frustrated and am about to cum I jolt awake every single time.

At first I thought the dreams meant he was going to come back. Then after seeing a counselor I realized they were a trauma response and my unconscious mind was working through things. When they first started I believed that but now I think part of me craves him. I need to feel the way he forces my pussy to cum over and over. Or his hands and mouth roaming every inch of my body.

I know there is something wrong with me. I wake up every night on the edge of cumming and soaking wet between my legs. It’s like my body is begging for my mind to let go and let him have me completely.

I’ve tried dating other men, but they are all broken little boys. There’s something about having an alpha male dominate you. You will never be the same after that.

I groaned as I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. After 10 minutes of nothing I reached down and touched my sensitive little bud. Laying there rubbing myself, I imagined him pounding into my tight pussy. It only took a few moments to come undone and exhaust myself from cumming so hard. Letting myself drift back to sleep, I let the dreams fill my head once again.

“Mommy, mommy” her sweet voice rang through the room as I heard her feet come running down the hallway and into my room. Jumping on my bed, she started shaking me awake. “Mommy, mommy” she said again “wake up, I want to watch TV. I want to watch princesses.”

Groaning I rolled over to see sunlight filling the room and my sweet Lyla sitting beside me with a huge grin on her face. Her pearly white little teeth shining when the lights hits them.

“Okay, I’m up, I’m up.” I mumbled as I started getting out of bed to chase after my wild child. Her blonde locks half way down her back and some sticking out all over the place. Bed head at its finest. I turned on her princess show, one of many that would be played through out the day. Then went to the kitchen to begin breakfast. Sticking to the basics this morning I made Lyla some French toast before sitting down with a cup of tea. As she ate and watched TV, I smiled at her and scrolled through my phone. She slept in this morning as it was already 9:09am. The sun was shining bright and we had plans to go to the beach. I checked in with work for a little bit and got to doing the daily chores while my little princess jumped around with her toys and watched her show.

While she was occupied, I got in the shower and let myself relax like I had to every morning after my dreams being filled with him all night.

I groaned in frustration at the thought of him, but I had to get on with my day. Ending my shower short, I got out and got dressed. It was a beach day after all so I had to get us going. We don’t usually sleep in so late. Not bothering with makeup, I threw my hair up and went to get Lyla ready.

Just as I went to get her, the door bell rang. My nerves always go on edge when the door bell rings. I half expect him to be standing there. Pushing my anxiety down I opened the door only to come face to face with a delivery man.

“Package for a miss Claire?” he said, looking at his monitor in his hand then up at me. Holding a very large box, he pushed it towards me.

“I didn’t order anything.” I said my voice holding more surprise in it than I wanted.

“Are you Claire?” he asked looking at his monitor again then at me.

“Yes, but I didn’t order anything.” I said again, fear lacing my voice.

“Please sign here Miss so I may be on my way.” Pushing his monitor at me. I took it and signed. Awkwardly taking the big box from him, I closed the door behind me and stared at it. Lyla was to distracted by her show to even notice me yet.

As I opened the box, inside was a slightly smaller box that was gift wrapped and addressed to Lyla and I.

Placing it down, I discarded the opened box and let the fear take over. I refused to let anything happen to us.

I got Lyla ready and chose to ignore it for now and enjoy our day at the beach.

The Australian sun beamed down on the sandy shores as we arrived at our cherished beach spot. It was a day I had eagerly awaited - a day off from demands of work and life of being a mom and a chance to spend quality time with my precious baby.

Lyla's eyes lit up with excitement as they parked the car and she saw the expanse of the beach stretching out before them. I couldn't help but smile, my heart feeling lighter already. The weight of responsibilities and the mysterious gift left at for them seemed a million miles away.

As they unpacked their beach gear - brightly colored buckets and shovels, a rainbow of beach towels, sunscreen, and a picnic basket filled with delicious treats – I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly Lyla was growing. It seemed like just yesterday that I had been cradling my newborn daughter, and now, Lyla was a vivacious four-year-old with a spirit as boundless as the ocean.

With tender care, I applied sunscreen to Lyla's delicate skin, ensuring she was shielded from the harsh Australian sun. "All set, sweetie," I said, and Lyla promptly bounded towards the water's edge.

"Mommy, can we build a sandcastle?"

I couldn't resist Lyla's enthusiasm. "Absolutely, darling. Let's build the biggest, most magical sandcastle ever."

Time seemed to stand still as we worked together on their sandy masterpiece. Lyla's giggles filled the air as we shaped turrets and moats, decorating the castle with seashells and seaweed. These moments with Lyla were pure bliss, a sanctuary away from worries.

But, lurking beneath the surface of my happiness was the enigmatic gift that had arrived this morning.

Was Shane behind it? The thought gnawed at me. Their history had been tumultuous, marked by impulsive actions and fiery arguments. If it was Shane, what did he want? Did he want to reclaim a place in mine and Lyla's life? Or was it something more sinister, like taking them away to the States or, even worse, to that god awful island?

As I watched Lyla play in the surf, her laughter echoing through the beach, my fears began to resurface. I glanced nervously at the other beachgoers, my eyes scanning for any sign of familiarity. Each passerby seemed like a potential threat, each face a potential enemy. My heart raced, and breath quickened.

"Mommy, look what I found!" Lyla's voice interrupted my anxious thoughts, and I snapped back to the present moment.

Forcing a smile, I crouched down to see what Lyla was holding. It was a beautiful seashell, its delicate pink and orange hues gleaming in the sunlight.

"It's gorgeous, sweetie," I said, feeling a surge of love for my beautiful daughter. I know I can’t let fear consume me. I had to protect Lyla and myself, but I also had to cherish the moments of happiness we could find in life.

Taking a deep breath, I made a silent vow to myself. I would not let fear control my life. Today was for Lyla, for sandcastles, for seashells, and for laughter. Whatever the future holds, I would face it when it comes. But for now, I will embrace the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the ocean, and the joy of laughter, allowing these simple pleasures to wash away my fears, if only for a while longer.