Tag: Wife

*Sorry for the late post! It slipped my mind yesterday. Enjoy!*
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“So it was an accident?” Petra asked, peering down at the screen. “That doesn’t seem very likely.”
Jake shook his head. “Something’s wrong with this. It says I… he… was displaying ‘erratic behavior’ and then just ran out into the street.”
Petra sighed. “There’s just not enough information.”
Jake leaned back in his chair and stretched. Petra’s hunch had been correct; a quick trip to one of the library’s computers had yielded an obituary with the date of death for his other self. There were a couple news articles, too, but the details were sparse.
“Hey wait!” Petra pointed at the article. “Scroll down a little.”
“He is survived by his wife, Sarah, and daughter Petra?”
“I’m alive!” Petra exclaimed. “So where the hell am I?”
“I dunno, Pet. Your room in the house looked like a shrine. Layers of dust, nothing changed since high school. You must have left in a hurry.”
“So where the hell did I go?”
-*-*-
Petra’s eyes snapped open. It took her a moment to realize that she’d been woken up by a loud noise; a door slamming open. It took her another moment to remember that she was tied up in an RV.
Jeremy barely even looked at her. He stormed past to the little table that he used as a workbench and ripped off his time control glove. “Shit,” he said. “Shit shit shit shit shit.”
“Whassa matter, dickhead?” Petra asked, shifting herself up into a more dignified sitting position. “You walk in on your dad blowing the mailman or something?”
Jeremy yanked the wires out of his sleeve and put them on the table, along with the little box that had once been Petra’s father’s time-controlling remote control. “Petra, please, can we not do this? I have to fix this… Maybe I can go back if I do.”
“Fix what? Did your shitty solder job fall apart on you?”
“YES!” Jeremy yelled, slamming his fist on the table. Petra flinched. “Yes, okay? The solder failed, a wire came loose, and things… didn’t go well, okay?”
Petra sneered. “Good. I hope you get caught, and they throw you away for life.”
Jeremy growled and shoved his chair back, raising his hand. He was close enough to reach her, and Petra closed her eyes, but the slap never came. When she opened them again, Jeremy was lowering his arm slowly into his lap.
“Look, I’m… I’m sorry,” Jeremy said, looking down. “Alright? I’m fucking sorry for how this all went down. It wasn’t supposed to… well, things were supposed to go different, that’s all.”
Petra frowned. There was something in Jeremy’s voice that suddenly had her worried. “What happened?” she asked quietly.
“I’ll tell you in the morning,” he said. “If I can’t fix it.”
-*-*-
Jeremy worked for a couple of hours, and finally thought he’d managed to fix his glove. He went to sleep in the back of the RV, and dreamed of nothingness. Some hours later, he woke up, feeling completely unrested. A radio was playing quietly, and someone was crying. Someone young, female…
“Oh god, Petra,” he whispered, pushing himself violently off the bed and running out to her.
Petra was sitting on the floor, which made sense since she couldn’t really go anywhere. Her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down her face.
“Petra, I-”
“Is it true?” she asked. “The alarm turned on the radio. There was a news report. Is he really-”
“Yes,” Jeremy said softly, stepping toward her. “Yes, Petra, it’s true. Your father is dead. I tried to save him, but-”
Petra’s sobs broke out into a wail, cutting him off. She slumped back and slid down the wall, moving her head forward and back, thumping her skull on the faux wood paneling.
“Baby, baby, stop,” Jeremy said, kneeling down and gathering her into his arms. “You’ll hurt yourself. He wouldn’t have wanted you to hurt yourself.”
He wasn’t sure what to expect next. Holding Petra hadn’t been something he’d planned; it had just happened. His girl was in pain, and he needed to help. But when she got heavier, and he realized she was actually leaning into his grip, Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat.
“Shush now,” he said, stroking her beautiful hair. “You’ll be okay. Let me take care of you.”
Petra’s head bowed, and her sobbing softened to an occasional sniffle. Jeremy kept holding her. He would hold her as long as she needed him to.
After all, that was what a good boyfriend did.
-*-*-
The next few weeks were difficult. Jeremy reinforced his glove with hardier materials so he could be certain it wouldn’t ever fail again. At his request, Petra penned a couple of letters; one to her mother and one to the police. They were heartfelt and mostly true, stating that she had left home and wouldn’t be coming back for a while but that she was healthy and safe.
Of course, attending the funeral was impossible, but Jeremy got some pictures and a copy of the obituary for Petra so she could say goodbye. After that, she seemed to calm down a little, accepting that she would be staying where she was. Jeremy set her up with a light ankle chain so she could move around, even letting her get outside a little, but not quite reaching far enough to mess around in the driver’s area. Never could be too careful.
Days turned into weeks, and Jeremy eventually managed to get them a little house on an acreage outside the city. The place was a little run-down, but after a few days’ worth of time-stopped repairs and several trips to the hardware store and the library, Jeremy soon had it looking like a place a person could live in. He kept the door locked and bars on the windows when he was out, so Petra could roam freely about, and lengthened the chain he’d used in the RV so she could spend time outdoors when he was home.
Jeremy experimented extensively with the timeglove. He found that he was able to jump ahead or back by fractions of a second, like a frame skip on a DVR. He was also able to fast forward or rewind by about ten seconds. Any longer than that, and he started feeling intense pain in his skull, like a migraine with teeth.
Petra turned to books to keep herself distracted. She read anything and everything that Jeremy brought for her, and soon the house had a very extensive library. Fiction, History, Science… she even started studying for her GED. Jeremy meanwhile kept going to school during the day as if nothing had happened, claiming to have found a job and officially moving out of his parents’ house. Before long, they both held high school diplomas and were ready to go to college.
Jeremy had worried a lot about what would come next. He didn’t want his princess to live locked up in a tower, but how could he trust her? Still, she seemed much more relaxed than she had once been, save for the sad look in her eyes.
He was lying in bed, running over the problem in his mind for the millionth time, when Jeremy heard his door creak open.
The house was large enough to be comfortable, and Jeremy had set Petra up with her own bedroom. She had slept there every night without fail. This night had been like any other, save for a thunderstorm that was blowing a cool breeze through the windows. It was a welcome change to the usual hot summer nights.
Jeremy’s back was to the door. He glanced at the timeglove on his nightstand, but something inside told him to wait. Letting his eyes close, Jeremy slowed his breathing and relaxed, listening to the patter of the rain on the roof.
There was only the darkness and the rain for what felt like a long time. Jeremy was starting to think maybe he’d dreamed the sound when there was a shifting and a squeak of bedsprings behind him.
Petra slid into the bed and curled up, pressing her forehead between Jeremy’s shoulder blades. He could feel the heat coming off of her, smell her sweet scent, hear the soft rush of her breath as it got slower and quieter.
Jeremy turned over, reaching around her and pulling her in closer, tilting his head and kissing her forehead. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, so Jeremy kissed her temple and her cheek, brushing her hair back from her face.
A sliver of moonlight shone through the window, lighting Petra’s skin up in a pale glow. The light was dim enough that her freckles were hidden, making her look like a fragile porcelain doll. Jeremy wiped a tear away from her eye, then leaned in again and kissed her soft lips. At the same time, he slid his hand down her back, pulling her hips in against his own.
Petra closed her eyes, and Jeremy shifted against her, savoring the warm feeling of her crotch moving along the hardening bulge in his shorts. He kissed her again, cupping his hand over her ass and sliding his other hand slowly up the front of the shirt that she was wearing.
Her skin was soft and warm. He already knew that; he’d touched her before. But somehow, it felt worlds better now, without stopping time, without tying her or binding her. Just her flesh and his hand, trailing over her ribs and gingerly up the swell of her breast.
Jeremy continued kissing his princess, noting a little quiver in her lip when his fingertips found her nipple. He circled it, teasing the skin with gentle friction, while his hips humped slowly against her. She was only wearing panties down there, and her bare legs touching his were driving him wild with eager anticipation.
Kissing down her jaw and neck, Jeremy slowly lifted Petra’s shirt and exposed her breasts. In the moonlight they looked every bit as pale and precious as her face had. She was a beautiful doll, his to hold and to protect… and now, his to enjoy, as well. He leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking softly while his right hand slid down and under the waistband of her panties.
Petra hadn’t been able to groom as well as she usually did, and her copper mound had grown thicker than the last time he’d seen it. He ran his fingers through the soft, downy hair, seeking the source of the heat he could feel rippling off of her. She made a tiny little sound when he found her slit, not really a moan but maybe something working toward one.
Jeremy gently rolled her onto her back, moving to suckle at her other breast while he slowly rubbed up and down along her, learning the feel of every fold and curve. He pushed a little harder at the top where he knew her clit was supposed to be, and was awarded with a soft little whine.
Pulling back grudgingly from her breast, Jeremy lifted himself to his knees and started tugging her panties down. Petra lay still, letting him lift her hips and slide the little garment down her legs until it was completely off. He lifted it to his face and inhaled deeply, filling his sinuses with her sweet musky scents, then set them aside, letting his eyes scan slowly up her body.
Petra lay with her long, smooth legs partly open. Her coppery muff shone almost as brightly as her skin. Her shirt was still pushed up to her collarbones, exposing her flat tummy and perfect breasts. Her hair pooled about her like fire, and her face had a pure beauty normally reserved for true innocents and beauty queens. Even her closed eyelids made Jeremy’s heart jump in his chest, to say nothing of his cock jumping in his shorts, which he removed almost without thinking about it.
Kneeling between her legs, Jeremy lowered himself down close and kissed her once more. “I love you,” he whispered, reaching down and moving to position himself against her opening.
He thrust his hips and slipped along her folds, causing Petra to wince. “Sorry,” Jeremy said, stroking her cheek and lining himself up again. This time, he wiggled the head against her until he felt it begin to move inside, then pushed more slowly.
She was tight, so tight he almost couldn’t get it in. Jeremy leaned on her, gaining ground a fraction of an inch at a time until he started to feel damp warmth. He pulled back a little, using the head of his cock to lubricate Petra’s vice-like grip, then began to push down once more.
It took a few tries, each time going deeper and pulling back with more of the wetness from inside her, but finally Jeremy felt the heat of Petra’s flesh near the base of his cock and her thighs against his own. He moaned in pleasure, staying there and leaning down on top of her, pressing his bare chest to hers and kissing her firmly. His cock spasmed and twitched inside her, reacting to her heat and grip.
After a moment of catching his breath, Jeremy began moving once more. Bracing himself on the bed, he pulled his hips back until he was halfway out and then pushed in again. He moved slowly, pushing as deep as her position allowed. He wished he could get deeper; hell, he wished he could lose himself inside her. But for now, since Petra was laying on her back, he would take what he could get.
Soon, Jeremy had worked up to a steady rhythm. He watched entranced as his princess’s body bounced slowly to the rhythm of his hips, the sway of her breasts and the swish of her hair, the way her eyebrows pulled inward when he pushed a little harder. He sped up a little, arching his back and taking one of Petra’s pale, perfect nipples in his mouth once more and suckling at it, trying to make her moan for him.
Petra didn’t moan, but she did tighten up around him.
Jeremy kept pumping into her, but the pressure coupled with the excitement crept up on him. A rolling shiver slid up his spine, making him jerk his hips a little, and he realized he was cumming. He knew he should pull out or something, but he found his body acting on its own, thrusting down hard against her while he groaned in pleasure.
Panting, Jeremy kissed Petra once more. He lifted his hips, carefully easing his sensitive and softening organ out of her and drawing a little gasp at the final jolt of contact. He smoothed her hair back from her face, smiling, then rolled off of her and onto his side once more.
Jeremy let himself fall back asleep, secure in the knowledge that, at last, she was his.
-*-*-
Petra waited a long time before she came back to herself. She knew that the moment she did, the moment she allowed herself to feel, she would start to cry, and the last part of her that was still proud refused to allow Jeremy to witness that.
As soon as she was certain that he was asleep, she breathed a long sigh and curled up with her back toward him. Tears rolled down her face, and her stomach hurt from holding back the sobs that wanted to come. She wrapped her arms around her knees and squashed them against her breasts, telling herself silently that this was what she had to do. This was how she could survive.
She had been laying in her own bed, listening to the rain and the thunder, when a sort of emptiness had risen beneath her, a gaping maw about to swallow her whole. It was like it finally clicked in her head: she was alone, she had no hope, and nobody was coming for her. Her father was dead, her mother didn’t care about her, and her captor had the power to do whatever he wanted.
She had thought that maybe, if she showed him some warmth, he would be kind in return. She kept telling herself that she had gone to his bed hoping to be held, and that him using her body was unexpected. Unfortunately, she was having trouble believing it.
She felt dirty, like a whore who sells herself for nothing more than a roof over her head. She had betrayed her memory of her father, the only man she had ever truly loved, and proved that she never deserved him to begin with.
Still, she had seen Jeremy’s temper flare when he didn’t get his way. She knew it was only a matter of time before he started hurting people. Maybe if she gave him what she wanted, he would calm down. Maybe he would stop short of doing any real damage to anyone else.
Maybe she could make her life worthwhile, somehow.