and grip tight around him. He immediately explodes with a fullness that is intoxicating. I collapse on top of him in a magical, spiralling state of complete euphoria. The slow burn, now liquid lava, intensifying our love and connection to each other as we hungrily find each other’s mouths and tongues, speaking in a passionate, silent, universal language of unadulterated sexuality, until eventually we lay still together, completely sated both physically and emotionally.
‘Thank you for doing that for me, I know it’s not easy for you.’ I smile lazily at him.
‘Thank you for the opportunity. I’ve never allowed myself to experience anything like that before.’
‘Relinquishing control?’
‘Mmm, letting you dominate. You know it’s not my preference but it was undeniably amazing.’
‘So why did you?’
A pause. ‘I did it because it was important for you and I will never deny you any sexual experience that you want or need. You know I’m all for you exploring and discovering every aspect of your sexual nature, even more so when it’s between us. And this seems to be a pretty important milestone for you, particularly after everything you’ve been through in the last few days.’ He looks at me quizzically. ‘Am I right?’
‘Yeah, you are,’ I admit. ‘It was as if there was a force inside me compelling me to take control. I’ve never had such a strong sexual urge before, so I just went with it.’
‘I can’t tell you how much it pleases me to finally hear you acknowledge that sexuality is a major part of who you are, Alexa. It just seems to have been buried and forgotten in recent years,’ he adds with a chuckle.
‘Thanks to you, Dr Quinn, I’m beginning to doubt whether I knew myself at all before this weekend.’
Jeremy snuggles me to him. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘A little light-headed but I feel so full, so content, safe and complete…’
‘My life is only just beginning to feel complete now that I know we are together,’ he murmurs.
Oh, and how wonderful does that make me feel… Our limbs are entwined as he spoons me closer to his chest.
‘I love you, Jeremy.’
‘And I you, Alexandra, more than I think you’ll ever understand.’
They are the last words spoken as I drift off into a beautiful sleep in Jeremy’s warm embrace.
I find myself in tears at the memory and in fear of the situation I’m in right now. My distress reaches hysterical proportions at the thought of what could happen to me, at my disconnectedness from Jeremy and my children. I’m a scared, emotional mess and I lash out at the tray of food that my stomach can’t remotely contemplate, sending it flying into the wall. This is truly a nightmare! What do they want from me? I rise unsteadily from my chair and get a sense of the speed of the train as I step into the tiny bathroom and splash my face with cold water. I would give anything to collapse into a bed and wake up in Jeremy’s arms knowing this was all a bad dream. After attempting to freshen up I make another futile attempt to force the door open, and then the window, but eventually I am left with no alternative but to sit in the secluded silence of this cabin cell with my own frightening thoughts of what might happen next.
The train eventually slows and I wonder if I will have to endure the humiliation of being tethered to the wheelchair again. I vaguely remember hearing about the burqa being banned in public spaces in France; I wasn’t sure whether this was the case in surrounding European countries. The door opens, startling me, as terror returns to shake my body to the core. God help me. Two large men enter the cabin, seeming to fill the space, not making any eye contact with me. A quivering mess, I can only remain seated in my chair, as one of them walks towards me. I can’t utter a word — I can barely look at him. He motions for me to stand. He doesn’t realise I’m frozen with fear and can’t follow his command. I’m hoisted
‘Thank you for doing that for me, I know it’s not easy for you.’ I smile lazily at him.
‘Thank you for the opportunity. I’ve never allowed myself to experience anything like that before.’
‘Relinquishing control?’
‘Mmm, letting you dominate. You know it’s not my preference but it was undeniably amazing.’
‘So why did you?’
A pause. ‘I did it because it was important for you and I will never deny you any sexual experience that you want or need. You know I’m all for you exploring and discovering every aspect of your sexual nature, even more so when it’s between us. And this seems to be a pretty important milestone for you, particularly after everything you’ve been through in the last few days.’ He looks at me quizzically. ‘Am I right?’
‘Yeah, you are,’ I admit. ‘It was as if there was a force inside me compelling me to take control. I’ve never had such a strong sexual urge before, so I just went with it.’
‘I can’t tell you how much it pleases me to finally hear you acknowledge that sexuality is a major part of who you are, Alexa. It just seems to have been buried and forgotten in recent years,’ he adds with a chuckle.
‘Thanks to you, Dr Quinn, I’m beginning to doubt whether I knew myself at all before this weekend.’
Jeremy snuggles me to him. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘A little light-headed but I feel so full, so content, safe and complete…’
‘My life is only just beginning to feel complete now that I know we are together,’ he murmurs.
Oh, and how wonderful does that make me feel… Our limbs are entwined as he spoons me closer to his chest.
‘I love you, Jeremy.’
‘And I you, Alexandra, more than I think you’ll ever understand.’
They are the last words spoken as I drift off into a beautiful sleep in Jeremy’s warm embrace.
I find myself in tears at the memory and in fear of the situation I’m in right now. My distress reaches hysterical proportions at the thought of what could happen to me, at my disconnectedness from Jeremy and my children. I’m a scared, emotional mess and I lash out at the tray of food that my stomach can’t remotely contemplate, sending it flying into the wall. This is truly a nightmare! What do they want from me? I rise unsteadily from my chair and get a sense of the speed of the train as I step into the tiny bathroom and splash my face with cold water. I would give anything to collapse into a bed and wake up in Jeremy’s arms knowing this was all a bad dream. After attempting to freshen up I make another futile attempt to force the door open, and then the window, but eventually I am left with no alternative but to sit in the secluded silence of this cabin cell with my own frightening thoughts of what might happen next.
The train eventually slows and I wonder if I will have to endure the humiliation of being tethered to the wheelchair again. I vaguely remember hearing about the burqa being banned in public spaces in France; I wasn’t sure whether this was the case in surrounding European countries. The door opens, startling me, as terror returns to shake my body to the core. God help me. Two large men enter the cabin, seeming to fill the space, not making any eye contact with me. A quivering mess, I can only remain seated in my chair, as one of them walks towards me. I can’t utter a word — I can barely look at him. He motions for me to stand. He doesn’t realise I’m frozen with fear and can’t follow his command. I’m hoisted
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