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going2go-away4-awhile · 4 years

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This isn’t What I wanted Wanted: Chapter 2- The miracle of grief

Summary: Waking up in a hospital is always alarming, waking up in Hope County Hospital is terrifying. Suddenly thrust into a body that isn't hers and knowing nuclear fallout is on the horizon. Adaine must gather supplies while she can before the big day happens, and trying to stay clear of a radical cult is easier said than done.

TW: BRIEF DISCUSSIONS OF DEATH

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25543036/chapters/62031826#workskin

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Adiane cried for a long time the rest of the day. She cried over the loss of life that was to come, her loss of home, and cried over the unfairness of it all. She wept as she cleaned parts of the house, she sobbed so hard at one point she made herself sick. She made a budget and a plan with vision obstructed by tears. Adaine cried and wailed as she worked, because she wasn’t sure how much time this world had left and she’d be damned to waste anymore time not prepping for Armageddon. She was going to live, she’d survived a horrific fall (and supposedly a bad car crash, and she really didn’t want to dive into that rabbit hole right now), she would survive nuclear bombs.

As the sun started lowering in the sky, Adaine hobbled her way to the bunker, roughly 20 feet from the back of the house. Sweat now coated parts of her face from the exertion of the walk. She glared down at her boot covered foot, this is wasting time. Time she didn’t have.

The entrance was an angled down metal door below a small hill. Fitting the keys into the locks, she opened the heavy door with a grunt. A draft of stale air wafted out of the bunker. As Adaine pulled out her phone for light, she suddenly remembered all the times she had found rattlesnakes in prepper stashes while playing as the Deputy. Images of bears, cougars, wolverines, blissed out animals, Jacob’s wolves, and the occasional hostile turkey, attacking her Deputy flashed in her mind. Taking a breath in and counting to four, Adaine steadied her grip on her phone and went down the steps leading her down into the iron fortress. Because it would be just her luck to die by a killer animal than the end of the world.

Good news was that there weren't any snakes or killer animals waiting for her in the bunker. Bad news was that the bunker was in worse shape than the house. Boxes of parts and other goodies were haphazardly placed around the bunker in no rhyme or reason. The bunker was in chaos but had great potential, It had a large bedroom, a kitchen area mixed with a living room, another medium room, and a gun room. Blanching at the amount of stuff her Great Aunt had collected, she could feel a stress induced headache coming on. This day-No the past few weeks had been a cluster fuck and she was ready to hit the hay. Exiting the bunker, Adiane’s head throbbed with thoughts of things that needed to be done.

As she climbed into bed for the night, she blearily looked over her list of things to do.

STAY THE FUCK AWAY FORM EDEN’S GATE

Sell/ donate unwanted or unneeded things: make some money to spend some money

Convert a bunker room into a greenhouse: sustainable environment possible?

Buy seeds, manuals, and entertainment: you’ll get bored in the shelter and you need to know first aid, farming and how to maintain things (19 years? Can't remember)

Work out stuff, need to keep in shape for post fallout life. (she’ll be in her 40’s before she sees the sun again)

Get company? (dog, cat, bird, chicken, snake?): would like to not go crazy, need a friend

Flopping on her back, Adaine knew she couldn’t sell the property and leave this place. The chances of her finding another fallout bunker states away for a good price was slim, she also didn’t know what the current timeline was. Had the Deputy been hired yet? Was the current Faith Rachel or some other poor girl? It was crazy and stupid, but the “safest” bet was for her to hunker down and wait. How long did the fight between the Deputy and the Cult last? Was the Deputy she played as here or was it someone else entirely?

Slamming a pillow on her face, Adaine let out a muffled scream. She couldn’t let her mind obsess on things she didn’t know. Closing her eyes for the last time before sleep took her, a single thought flickered in her mind.

Please don’t let this get worse.

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Lifting himself from the floor, Joseph washed his mouth out in the sink and caught his reflection in the mirror. He saw himself flinch as momentary panic hit him, wrong face not her face. Turning away from the mirror, he padded back to bed, Joseph grabbed his cellphone off the end table and made his way to the kitchen table. Sitting under moonlight, he dialed a number without conscious thought.

A gruff voice answered after two rings, “What?” It never took Jacob long to answer a call in the middle of the night. Joseph knew most nights his older brother went without sleep, either from his own memories or from the sheer will to get a project done.

“I need to talk with you and John.” A grunt of confirmation was all he received before a click was heard and the line went dead. Joseph closed his eyes and relaxed his body in the old wooden chair.

Finally you were here. He just didn’t exactly know who you were. Not in a social sense, he didn’t know your name, your birthday, or other pleasantries. But, what he did know was you, the essence of you: your love of working the garden after a morning shower, the way you snorted in laughter at a cheesy joke a friend told, the way you hugged a loved one with an all encompassing warmth just for them. He wanted that. He craved it. He craved you and only you. You were a miracle, he had watched you die and you came back. You came back for him. You were born again just for him and his family. How could he not treasure such a miracle? You were his Lazarus, a miracle bestowed upon his family, a gift and shelter for the days to come.

The sound floorboards creaking under the weight of heavy combat boots, followed by the sound shuffling steps and faint grumbling, alerted Joseph to his brothers’ presence. The kitchen lights were turned on, vanishing the darkness and Joseph's longing thoughts.

Jacob entered the kitchen first, Joseph rose to greet him, a firm hug and a clasp on the back before he was released to greet John. A shuffling figure emerged from the dark hall,and a ruffled looking John Seed was embraced. Sleepy blue eyes stared back into his own, as he rested his forehead against John’s. Joseph could see the dark bags under his baby brothers eyes, he felt a twinge of guilt at the sight. John worked hard for the Project, he knew that sometimes John went days without sleeping to ‘prove himself’ and his dedication to the cause. Pulling away from John and letting the feelings of guilt go, for when the world did end, his family could rest for a while.

Gesturing to the chairs, Joseph took a seat at the head of the table. Taking in the sight of his brothers, John already fighting sleep back and Jacob watching John with an amused glint in his eye, he felt a rush of love enter his soul. A family that would be expanded once more.

“We’re getting a new family member.”

Jacob’s gaze now solely focused on Joseph’s eyes, all amusement was gone and Joseph was left staring at a calculating hunter. Much like an apex predator thinking if this was something to be bothered with. A shifting in John’s body, pulled Joseph out of the silent staring contest Jacob and him were having.

John’s mouth twitched into a grimace before settling into a face of neutrality, “I understand that Rachel is having a difficult time settling into her duties as Faith...but shouldn’t we at least give her grace period?” He knew that his brothers didn’t enjoy having an outsider in their family unit, but they all agreed that having Faith was good for the community in the long run.

“No, this isn’t about Faith.” He took a breath to gather himself. “Our miracle has come to us at last. She has risen from the grave and God has sent us this gift, for us to love her and cherish her.” He clasped his hands together in prayer, “She is our Lazarus, a divine symbol that we are the chosen few to lead others into the new world.” He knew he sounded fervent, but you were captivating, all encompassing. Joseph needed his family to understand that they needed you and you needed them.

Looking back up at his brothers, he smiled warmly at them, because even if they didn’t understand now they would soon enough. Jacob gazed at him for a beat before nodding and leaving the table. His back turned from his family as he started to prepare breakfast for them. He would have to confer with his older sibling in private later.

John was more awake than before, shining eyes gazed at Joseph with adoration. His voice laced with awe, “Really? You’ve seen her? Where is she?” A dreamy smile was growing across John’s face. Joseph huffed a breath of laughter at his brother’s expression. He remembered seeing the same look on John’s face when Jacob would tell them stories of fanciful things at bedtime when they were little boys. Joseph reached and grasped John’s hands with his own.

“Yes, I’ve seen all she is and all she can be, John. I looked through her eyes and experienced what she has felt. That’s why I need Jacob and you to find her. She’s lost and needs us to guide her.” Squeezing John’s hands, Joseph left John to think as he helped Jacob carry breakfast over to the table. Plates of biscuits, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit were deposited onto plates. A small prayer over their food and the three brothers started the day with good food and conversation.

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Taking the sudsy plate from Jacob’s outstretched hand, Joseph rinsed the now clean plate under warm water. Wiping it dry and placing it on a drying rack, the repeated this cycle in a comfortable silence. John’s faint voice could be heard from the front porch, as he had taken a call shortly after breakfast. Breakfast had been a nice treat, as the brothers found it harder and harder to see one another these days. As he finished wiping the last utensil, and Jacob rinsing the last of the dirty water out of the sink. He broke the quiet, “I know that you are...not as believing in my prophecies as John is.” He raised a hand to quiet Jacob from interrupting. “But, I do know you believe in me and our cause, and you would do anything to see it completed. All I ask of you is to trust once more in me and the rewards will be bountiful.”

Blue eyes met fellow blue eyes in a pause of contemplation. A warm wet, scarred hand laid firm and secure on Joseph’s shoulder, it squeezed him tight in comfort. “I’ll always believe in you and I’ll always believe in the cause. If this...person helps us then I’ll welcome them into our family.” Joseph was well aware Jacob had made an unspoken threat ‘If she hurts us, death will be her only salvation’. He nodded to Jacob and left the room to start preparing for next Sunday’s sermon message, the importance of miracles.

#far cry 5 imagine #far cry 5 #far cry #joseph seed #joseph seed imagine #jacob seed #jacob seed imagine #john seed #john seed imagine #chapter 2 #tw death #death tw

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siglerprescriptiondrugcards · 3 years

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Sumatriptan Succinate

Brand Name: Imitrex

Generic Available

Common Dosage Forms:

Injection, sumatriptan (base) as the succinate salt: 4 mg in unit-of-use syringes and 6 mg in unit-of-use syringes or single dose vials (0.5 mL in 2 mL)

Tablets: 25 mg, 50 mg, 100 mg. All doses listed are sumatriptan (base) as the succinate

Nasal Spray: 5 mg, 20 mg in 100 µL unit-dose spray device

FDA Indications/Dosages:

For the acute treatment of migraine attacks with or without aura and the acute treatment of cluster headaches:

Injection: The maximum single recommended adult dose of Imitrex injection is 6 mg injected subcutaneously. The maximum recommended dose that may be given in 24 hours is two 6 mg injections separated by at least one hour. Although the recommended dose is 6 mg, if side effects are dose limiting, then lower doses may be used. Imitrex injection should be at any time during an attack. One hour following the first administration of Imitrex injection, a second dose may be given if migraine symptoms reappear. The total number of doses that can be given in 24 hours is two injections.

Oral: 25-100 mg taken with fluids at the first sign of a migraine attack. If the headache has not responded after 2 hours, a second dose of up to 100 mg may be given. If headache returns, additional doses may be taken at intervals of at least 2 hours up to a daily maximum dose of 300 mg. Imitrex tablets are equally effective at whatever stage of the attack they are administered, although it is preferable to start them at the first sign of an attack.

Nasal: A single dose of 5 mg, 10 mg, 20 mg administered in one nostril. If headache returns, the dose may be repeated once after 2 hours, not to exceed a total of 40 mg.

Pharmacology/Pharmacokinetics: Sumatriptan has been demonstrated to be a selective agonist for a vascular 5-hydroxytryptamine 1 receptor subtype with no significant affinity or pharmacological activity at other receptors including 5-HT2, 5-HT3, alpha-1, alpha-2, beta-adrenergic, dopamine 1, dopamine 2, muscarinic, or benzodiazepine receptors. 5-HT1 receptor subtypes are present on cranial arteries in both dog and primate, on a human basilar artery, and in the vasculature of the isolated dura matter of humans. In these tissues, sumatriptan activates this receptor to cause vasoconstriction, an action in humans correlating with relief of migraine. A distribution half-life of 15 minutes, a terminal half-life of 115 minutes, and a Cmax of 75 ng/mL follows a SC injection of 6 mg. Following an oral dose of 100 mg, the Cmax approaches 51 mg/mL, the Tmax is 2.5 hours, and the elimination half-life is 2.5 hours. Approximately 22% of the dose is excreted in the urine unchanged with 38% as an indole acid metabolite. Protein binding is low in the range of 14-21%.

Drug Interactions: The use of ergot-containing drugs has been reported to cause prolonged vasospasm reactions. Because of the theoretical basis that these effects may be additive, separate their use by 24 hours. MAO-A inhibitors have been shown to increase AUC and the half-life of sumatriptan.

Contraindications/Precautions: Sumatriptan injection should not be given intravenously because of its potential to cause vasospasm. It is contraindicated in ischemic heart disease (angina pectoris, history of myocardial infarction, or documented silent ischemia), in patients with Prinzmetal’s angina, and in uncontrolled hypertension. Do not use concomitantly with ergotamine-containing preparations. Do not administer to patients with basilar or hemiplegic migraine. Serious coronary events following administration can occur therefore consideration should be given to administering the first dose in the physician’s office to patients in whom unrecognized coronary disease is comparatively likely. Chest, jaw, or neck tightness is relatively common after an injection, but only rarely been associated with ischemic ECG changes. Administer with caution in patients with impaired hepatic function. Pregnancy Category C.

Adverse Effects: Abnormal sensations including tingling, warmth, burning, feeling of heaviness, pressure, tightness, numbness, tight feeling in head, flushing, tightness in chest, bad taste, discomfort of the throat, nose, tongue, or mouth, muscle weakness, neck pain/stiffness, dizziness/vertigo, diarrhea, and drowsiness.

Patient Consultation:

DO NOT EXCEED DOSAGE.

Administer a dose as soon as the symptoms of your migraine appear, but it may be given at any time during an attack.

One hour following the first administration of sumatriptan injection, a second dose may be given if migraine symptoms reappear. The total number of doses that can be given in 24 hours is two injections.

Two hours following the first dose of sumatriptan tablets, a second dose may be given. Do not exceed 300 mg in any 24-hour period.

Do not use for headaches other than migraine headaches, sumatriptan is intended to relieve migraine headaches and not to prevent or reduce the number of attacks.

Although written instructions are supplied with the autoinjectors, train the patient on the proper use of the autoinjector.

If you experience pain or tightness in the chest or throat after a dose, discuss with physician before next use. Should the pain be severe or does not go away, call the doctor immediately.

Contact a physician if the other side effects above are severe or persistent.

Pain or redness may occur at the injection site and will usually go away within one hour.

May cause drowsiness. Use caution while operating machinery or when mental alertness is required.

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justanotherloveaffair · 5 years

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The Layover (Part 2/2) - Chadwick x Reader One Shot

LINK TO PART 1

Summary: You’re finally together but the interruptions continue.

Warnings: smut, oral sex, language, NSFW

Word Count: 6,877

Author’s Note: Let it be known I have no idea what filming a movie or being on set is like and am sure all of those details are horribly inaccurate.

Also I didn’t have a lot of time to edit this so I’m sure there are a ton of mistakes...

Taglist: @brianabreeze @sarahboseman @kumkaniudaku@grandadchadwick@supersizemeplz, @purple-apricots, @deliciousstreetkidcroissant, @ashanti-notthesinger, @onyour-right, @maverickabull, @lavitabella87, @fullonfrenzy, @builtalongthewayside, @belauriette, @jaeee-http, @airis-paris14, @fortuitoushappenings , @queentearra, @h-challa @90sinspiredgirl @wildaboutchrisevans@theunsweetenedtruth @stevesthot @afraiddreamingandloving @killmongerrss@nah-imjustfeelinit @tchallaholla @a-heretic-child @simplyyamberr@tacohead13 @heyauntieeee @big3gocandykahn + sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged, just ignore.

With the morning sun came perspective on just how much snow had fallen over night.

Outside of Chadwick’s place, several feet of snow blanketed the sidewalk and street, still collecting volume from the outpouring that continued from the heavens. Boot tracks cut through the middle by brave pedestrians who needed to get by. On the street, parked cars had a fresh, snowy makeover that would have looked beautiful if it wasn’t so inconvenient for their owners.

You woke up to dim, grey light from the sun’s rays filtered through heavy clouds and still falling snow. To those outside trying to go about their day, the weather was wreaking havoc. But from the warmth of Chadwick’s bed, there was a quiet, simple beauty to it. A coziness that made you snuggle closer into his side.

His contented sigh when you did it alerted you that you weren’t the only one awake, taking in the quiet morning. You peeked up through your eyelashes for your first glimpse of Chadwick that wasn’t blanketed in darkness.

There was just something about being in his embrace that fulfilled a deep yearning. FaceTime did the job, but robbed your senses of all that made him real - touch, colour, scent, feel. He was a work of art by a master’s hand, vivid perfection in every line and stroke.

He returned your look with the same quiet reverence and you both broke into cheesy smiles.

“Lovely morning,” you bit your lip, grinning.

Chadwick’s finger trailed a line down your spine, all the way down to your butt where he followed with his gaze. “Lovely indeed,” he murmured, his eyes glazing over as he drank in every part of you he could see.

He slipped his finger underneath the garter around your waist. “Present for me?”

“Surprise,” you announced. You shuffled forward to kiss his prominent cupid’s bow, in the act giving his hand more access to the lower parts of your body for him to cup and squeeze. “Sorry I fell asleep baby,” you whispered.

His palm was warm on your ass and he couldn’t resist giving it a hard squeeze. You had a delectable round ass, and anytime it was near Chadwick, his hands were on it, even in public.

“Yeah you’ll be sorry alright,” he teased, playfully biting your bottom lip into his mouth.

At that moment you both heard an electronic vibrating sound nearby.

It was coming from Chadwick’s phone, face down on the nightstand which forced him to pick it up to see who it was.

He sighed.

“I have to get this, it’s the director.”

Frowning at the interruption, you scooted down his body to hold your arms around his middle and listened intently as he answered the phone. It was so quiet in the room you could hear the entire conversation. The more you heard, the more you sat up, your mouth opening in protest hoping Chadwick would acknowledge your indignant expression.

Apparently the snowstorm had given them the perfect day for shooting one particular scene and they had to do it that day.

“No!” you hissed in the background.

“Isn’t there any way to do it another time? You know I’m off today – I wasn’t even supposed to be in town,” Chadwick was calm but stern in his response.

You could hear the voice on the other end and he wasn’t budging.

“Come on man,” Chadwick gave it one last shot, ending with a dramatic sigh and pressing his hand to his forehead. “Please. Just one day.”

Your blood boiled at the muffled “I’m sorry” in response.

Chadwick’s lip was curled up but he kept his tone professional with a curt, “I’ll be there in an hour.”

He ended the call while you curled your hands into your face, holding back tears of anger and frustration.

You felt his palms touch the sides of your arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you croaked.

“Maybe this is God’s way of punishing us for having premarital sex,” he joked and you dropped your hands to make a face at him, but found his little smile and stupid joke breaking through the cracks of your angry demeanor.

“We’ve sinned a lot,” you agreed, warming and Chadwick pulled you closer to him.

“We’re gonna sin a lot more tonight when I finally get you to myself,” his voice rumbled in his chest. Warm kisses found their way onto your neck and along your jawline, up to your ear.

“Do you really think you’ll be gone all day? What am I gonna do here?” You pouted.

He leaned back to give you his impossible to resist pleading, puppy dog eyes. “Come with me, to set. I know it’s not exciting for you, but at least we’d be near each other.”

You huffed looking outside, every inch of you protesting having to go out in the snow and having your fantasy of spending all day with Chadwick ruined. But the idea of being alone in the house without him wasn’t appealing either.

“Okay, I’ll come.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his excited expression. “There’s just one small problem. I literally only brought one outfit…” you looked down at your lingerie with a shrug and a suggestive smile. “I didn’t think we’d be leaving this bed.”

Lost in staring at your body, Chadwick blinked the distraction out of his eyes and his gaze slid towards the ceiling in thought. “Hmm... think you can wear one of my sweaters as a dress?”

“I guess,” you laughed and he jumped down to hunt around for something appropriate. You accepted a green knit sweater and went to the bathroom to wash up and change, deciding to keep the stockings and garter on underneath.

Together you descended the stairs and grab your jackets. Your scarf was dry and you wrapped it around your neck multiple times, covering the lower half of your face. Chadwick took similar precautions against the cold and also gave you a pair of his gloves to wear, even though they were giant on you.

A wall of snow met your mostly bare legs on the sidewalk and you yelped, trying to seek out the path others had made to avoid the snow touching you, while Chadwick began clearing the powder off of his car.

Inside the car, the leather seats were cold and you could see your breath. Chadwick started the car while you rubbed your hands together. Once you joined traffic, it was slow going with the slippery driving conditions.

He drove into an uncovered parking lot while you observed the nearby action. Living in New York, you were used to seeing movie sets. Big bright lights, backdrops, film cables, production assistants in bright vests, craft services tents and trailers for hair, makeup and wardrobe, as well as private ones for the bigger stars.

Thankfully, that included Chadwick who quickly led you from the car over to a large white trailer.

“You okay to hang out in here for a bit while I head to wardrobe?”

You looked around at the sleek interior with a little private bar, books, a TV and a comfy bed and nodded.

Chadwick slid his big hands over your cool cheeks, his warm breath gusting over your lips as he kissed you. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you smiled. “I’ll be right here. Go on,” you kissed his forehead and watched his face until he closed the door and left you to wander around, once again snooping all over Chadwick’s other space away from you.

You found an interesting book in his pile and were just getting absorbed in its pages when a gentle knock came at the door, followed by the door opening. Hovering in the gap was Chadwick’s immaculate face, his beard freshly groomed and his skin flawless.

“Hey, did you want to come with? I’m heading over.”

“Oh, yes,” you jumped to action, pulling your arms through your coat and following with the scarf and gloves.

As you followed Chadwick, you couldn’t help but think how terribly ordinary making movie magic was in reality. You took it all in as you navigated towards a black tent where a cluster of people who weren’t standing in the elements, actively setting up lighting equipment or cameras, were chatting near black chairs.

You felt a little shy even though everyone was totally normal and friendly as Chadwick introduced you around with his hand on the small of your back. Once the round of introductions were made, he turned to you.

“There’s a tent over there with some food, why don’t you go get something to eat? When you get back you can have my chair and watch.”

Your gaze followed where he was pointing and at the prospect of coffee and food, you lit up. You hadn’t eaten since you left New York and the coffee withdrawal headache was starting to kick in.

“Okay,” you said obediently and he leaned down to kiss your cheek, giving you a wink before he gently shoved you towards the white tent. You gathered your coat around you and half walked, half jogged between tents, marvelling at how the snow was continuing to fall.

The whole shooting area was in an abandoned street, where the entrance was being tightly controlled by police and production assistants to keep it clear from the public. An empty brick building was the backdrop for the scene they were shooting, which you watched with interest while chewing on a dry muffin. Chadwick’s distinct frame was easy to spot and you watched him perform the same few movements and lines over and over until your large coffee was long gone.

The longer you were still, the colder you felt, even after you took shelter under the black tent with a fresh coffee. The frigid air on your mostly bare legs made you shiver so bad your knees were knocking together.

You started to feel your bravery and patience slipping until finally, you saw him walking back to you after the director yelled “CUT!”

When he got close enough to you to see your body shaking, he frowned with concern and closed the distance at a jog.

“You’re freezing,” he grabbed your face.

“I’m o-oka-a-a-ay,” your teeth chattered.

“TAKE 20!” You heard a loud voice behind you, which was followed by relieved groans all around. Chadwick turned back to you as people vacated their chairs and wandered over to the white tent in search of lunch.

He cast a look over his shoulder at the retreating crowd and then turned to you, lowering his face next to yours. “Come with me,” he whispered, finding your hands and tugging you along with him away from everyone, towards his trailer.

The way Chadwick was hurrying had you suppressing a smile at what you were sure was about to happen.

The trailer door slammed shut behind you, closing behind you the cold, the wind, and the rest of the world.

As you were gripped and lifted onto a high surface, a grunt escaped you as your butt made rough contact. There was no time for questions or protest. Chadwick was already sucking on your pulse point and groaning at the taste of your skin, the feel of his tongue and lips making your body temperature rise in an instant. He dumped off his jacket, aiming and throwing it behind him, and when his hands came back to you, they began working you out of yours.

“Fuck, Y/N....” his lips broke from your skin as he ogled the sight of his hands running up the sides of your stockings, discovering the ribbons of your garter belt you were still wearing. “So sexy,” he hissed, fingering the thin straps.

At the touch of his hot hands on your upper thigh, you arched towards him, rubbing your silk-covered center against his pants. It occurred to you that you were grinding on his character’s costume and if Chadwick didn’t care, neither did you.

It had been too many weeks since the last time and you were overcome with need, so you weren’t exactly feeling delicate and careful about removing his clothes. Chadwick had to take over from your ripping and pulling to remove the pants and button up shirt of his costume as rapidly and efficiently as he could. While he did, you lifted the sweater over your head and savoured Chadwick’s expression at seeing you braless underneath.

He sighed on your neck. “I wish we had more time,” he moaned with regret. Your legs circled his hips and pulled his naked lower half against you, relishing in the press of steely warmth of his trapped dick against your panties.

“Plenty of time later,” you murmured as he nibbled your neck and began to grind himself against you. Gratifying yourself on the animal need for each other was all you would have time for right now. You reached down and pulled your panties aside, and Chadwick was there, holding himself still to guide himself into you. “Do it Daddy,” you whispered encouragingly in his ear, “Give me what I’ve been missing.”

You both groaned loudly when he thrust suddenly forward. Your nails bit into his back while you whimpered at all those inches you weren’t used to anymore.

“You okay baby?” His hips grinded slightly in a circle, deep inside you.

“Oh, yeah” you breathed out, awed by the sensations he gave you that made your toys, your only companion for the last month, so disappointing in comparison.

Once Chadwick was sure you were fully adjusted, he didn’t hold back. His large hands gripped your body to keep you still and all you had to do was hold on for the ride. He soon had your breasts bouncing, your voice straining in high pitched gasps, your skin slapping against his as he grunted and gave you his all.

There was no way the trailer wasn’t rocking from side to side, nor was it possible anyone in the vicinity weren’t hearing your screams.

Chadwick’s face was between your breasts, his fingertips clutching on your skin pulling you towards him and you were sure you were going to pass out from the intense fucking. Your orgasm was within reach, with just a slight move of your hips, his angle started to grind your clit and your hands flew to his face, your mouth dropping open in a O.

“You gonna cum on this dick, huh? You gon cum for Daddy?” You heard him grunt and you started to unravel the second you heard his words.

“Ye—eeeesssss!!” You, Chadwick, and everyone nearby were privy to your loud cry of pleasure. Holding your thighs around him, he slammed deep in you and unloaded as your inner muscles gripped him. His sounds of pleasure joined yours, the trailer filling with the intermingling cries of relief from two lovers who’d been separated too long.

You eased your body backwards, each breath coming almost painfully from effort and Chadwick’s eyes twinkled down at you. You both smiled around your ragged breathing, a shared moment of connection you couldn’t wait to repeat later.

The moment ended too soon. He stepped back and quickly dressed, the twenty minute break almost up. You had no interest in getting dressed again yourself and going back out into the cold, especially now that the trailer was steamy from sex.

“You okay if I hang out in here?” You swayed your stocking-clad legs side to side.

Chadwick paused in his haste to kiss you and run his fingers over your cheek, while his other hand stole a squeeze of your ass. “Course. It’s freezing out there. I’ll come get you when we’re done.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you nipped his lip.

When he was gone, you pulled the sweater back on, grabbed his book and wandered over to the bed, where you collapsed with happy satisfaction and drifted off into a nap after only reading a few sentences.

You were amazed to find that after waking up from a two hour nap, Chadwick still hadn’t come back. The first thing you noticed when you sat up was that the snow outside had stopped.

You considered going back outside, and ultimately decided to but only because you already missed his face.

You shrugged on your coat, and returning outside you could have sworn it had gotten colder, even though the snow had stopped and the clouds were starting to clear.

From the looks of it, the production was still in full swing. From getting to know this strange world through Chadwick, you appreciated your office job more than ever. Standing outside in the cold all day, waiting for hours and shooting take after take was much more bland and boring than anyone realized.

You spotted him at the director’s tent, sitting in his chair watching a monitor with narrowed eyes that opened in surprise and delight when he saw you.

Even for as long as you’d been together, giddy excitement still possessed you at the sight of him. Your heart pounded that much faster as the smile spread across his face, and his arms reached to snatch you up and pull you into his lap.

You laughed, feeling a bit self conscious at the attention as he nuzzled you, his lap already warming the backside of your body.

“We’re almost done Y/N,” he murmured at your ear, making you tingle. “Just watching some footage. Have a good nap?”

“I did,” you accepted his snuggles and attention while in front of you, a monitor attached to expensive looking portable equipment was showing scenes shot that day. Surrounding you were a handful of people sitting in chairs or standing in a huddle which thankfully blocked out some of the wind. You were the only non-industry attendee and nobody questioned why you were there.

A few minutes later, the director stood from his chair and turned around, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Alright, great stuff today everyone, that’s a wrap!” He clapped his hands together, prompting cheers and applause in a wide circle all around you. You and Chadwick joined in more enthusiastically than anyone, because it meant you could finally go home and fuck again.

As you were climbing down from the chair with Chadwick’s hand firmly in yours, the director turned to him.

“Oh hey Chadwick, I was hoping we could chat a bit – I don’t mean to take more time away from your lady, but can you spare a few minutes?”

You felt his body stiffen next to yours, as you did the same.

He hesitated and looked to you, searching your face for either disapproval or permission. You couldn’t dictate either way, so you settled for a noncommittal shrug.

“Ok, sure, I have a few minutes,” he responded with emphasis on the words a few minutes.

“Promise it won’t be long. Can I just show you something I noticed?” he started walking back to the monitors and when his face was turned, Chadwick made you smile with one of his patented eye rolls so sassy it used every muscle in his face.

You lingered nearby watching everyone around you pack up equipment and half-listened to the low, serious tones of Chadwick’s intense conversation, not really paying attention to the words. They were still talking as film cables were rolled up onto giant wheels, loaded into the back of white trucks that soon drove away. The debate continued until hardly anyone remained and you were once again shivering, teeth chattering at the cold breeze swirling up your coat.

You were just about to head back to the trailer to seek warm shelter when finally their conversation wrapped up.

Chadwick turned to you and immediately wrapped his arms around your shivering body. “I’m sorry…” he looked remorsefully down at you. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Y—y-o-u k-know of a-a-n-y wa-a-ys to w-w-warm me u-up?” You tried to sound suggestive and sexy but your chattering jaws made you stutter and you both laughed.

“I do,” he answered smoothly, wrapping one arm around your side as you both began to walk to his car. “I’ve got a hot bath with your name on it when we get home.”

Under the glow of street lamps, you walked hand in hand from the car to his front door step. He let you in first, then firmly shut out the cold, frigid air you’d been standing in for half the day. The chill had set in to your bones, a damp, wet cold typical of the East coast winter that was hard to shake.

Chadwick hung your jackets, then spun you around so you were facing the stairs, his warm hands on your shoulders and the tickle of his beard at your ear as his honey-smooth voice murmured into your neck, “Now go up and get naked in the bathroom. Daddy’s gonna run you a hot bath.”

He gently smacked your behind while you bit back a grin. Finally, you were going to have him all to yourself.

You hurried up the stairs and you both made a beeline for the bathroom. He bent to turn on the water of the deep, jetted tub while you whipped the sweater over your head.

“I’ve been dying to use this tub,” he thought out loud. “Been thinking of all kinds of ways I wanna have you in here.”

“Oh? Like what?” You raised your eyebrow, pleased at hearing how much he thought about you.

He looked over his shoulder from where he was kneeling next to the porcelain tub, a hungry look raking over your body from your toes to your chest. “You’re about to find out,” he smiled.

Right now, you couldn’t think of anything better than hot water and Chadwick’s glistening, naked, wet skin surrounding you.

You raised your foot onto the edge of the tub, presenting your stocking covered calves and thigh. “Will you do the honors?” You tugged on the garter strap, pulling it loose from the top of the lace.

Chadwick’s smiling lips met your upper thigh where he left a dirty french kiss with plenty of tongue as his fingers peeled back the silk until it was rolled all the way down your leg. He gently lifted your other leg to do the same thing, his teeth raking slightly on your sensitive inner thigh and you shivered.

The tub was half full already and he quickly finished undressing. It had been too long since you’d last seen Chadwick naked. Your eyes went right to where his abdomen tapered down into a V, to his thick, beautiful dick. You were longing to treat it with the attention and love it deserved.

He stepped over the lip of the tub and reached for you. With both your hands in his, you daintily stepped into the hot water, and followed his lead to sit down as he arranged his limbs behind you, encouraging you to rest back against his chest.

As soon as you were in place, using his shoulder as your headrest, with his much bigger thighs and knees next to yours and the water covering both of your bodies, he reached out to crank off the tap and the water slowed to a drip. At that moment, true contentment finally settled into your bones. Your previously freezing skin was now warm and sweating and Chadwick had his arms crossed over your belly, hugging you tight, his breath next to your ear. You had the whole night ahead with him. Everything was right with the world.

All you heard was the occasional plink of water from the tap, Chadwick’s breathing and your own. Silence and contentment took you both. There was plenty of time for sex, right now was about the intimacy of your bodies, reconnecting in a steamy cocoon.

Your fingertips traced the skin of his arms and he responded with kisses on your neck. Occasionally he would make the slightest little moan or sigh that you felt through your whole body. You wanted to pinch yourself, thinking about this moment where you were finally in his arms after missing it for so long.

As if hearing your thoughts, he murmured, “I’ve missed you so much.”

You hugged his arms under the water and he squeezed back. “I’m useless without you. I’ve been a wreck.”

“I can’t wait to come home.” He lifted his hand out of the water, spreading his fingers and you pressed your palm to his. Chadwick’s fingers were so long, they completely engulfed yours.

He lowered his hand onto your body and cupped your soft breast, the silky feel of his touch making your eyes lull closed in pleasure. He wasn’t satisfied with one breast and soon filled his other palm, gently massaging both. Your nipples became hard and he lazily toyed with them, pinching in teasing passes. Immediately, arousal started to electrify your core and make you want more of his fingers elsewhere, and your legs fell open to encourage it.

One hand broke away to travel down your belly towards your crotch. No matter how many years with him passed, the anticipation for the touch of Chadwick’s hand on you still made you lose your breath. His fingers slid down until he covered your pussy fully. He pressed down firmly and rubbed up and down in a flat handed gesture that made your clit sing with each pass. You grabbed Chadwick’s thighs and grinded up against the pressure as you gasped. He knew your body well and what it took to make you come fast, and was close to giving you your first of the night.

Confident he had the rhythm down, he let his other hand roam and palm your breasts while his lips explored your neck, fanning your wet skin with hot breath mixed in with his groans. Hearing his voice in your ear was a weakness of yours. You held on to him, happily succumbing to his controlled, skillful touches. He was rubbing faster now, still grinding in little circles while your hips moved with him.

It was almost too easy to reach your first peak. As you were feeling the sweet spread of bliss in your body, he added to the sensations by sliding two of his fingers inside and fucking you slow, drawing your orgasm out to twice as long and intense as you bucked on him. Chadwick had turned making you cum into a beautiful art, each time different and spectacular.

As you finally stopped quaking under his hand, you rubbed his thighs and knees and became aware of how hard he was behind you, pressed into your back. All you could think about was taking him inside you and you didn’t care if you were in the bath, on the floor, or anywhere else.

You began to reach for him when he stopped your wrist. “Hold up. There’s something I wanna do first.” His fingers, wrapped around your wrist, held you still as his hot mouth moved to your ear to breathe, “Will you let me lick that sweet pussy from the back?”

Your stomach tightened. “Fuck,” you swore around clenched teeth.

“That a yes?” He asked breathily, starting to guide your arms forward and water began shifting around your bodies as he started to move you into place.

“I don’t… yes.. okay,” you said dumbly and allowed Chadwick to arrange you in the tub so you were on all fours, your ass above the water, right in front of him and your head was hovering just above the surface in your kneeling position.

You felt how slippery your pussy was as his two fingers slid back inside. Chadwick groaned and bit the apple of your cheek, then repeated it on the other as his fingers gave you some of the penetration you needed, but not all. Wanting more of him, you pushed back, and water sloshed around your bodies at your greedy movements. Chadwick spanked your butt, not hard, but loud enough to bounce off the tile walls of the small space.

His fingers withdrew to spread your cheeks open and you felt a soft, wide tongue at your entrance, teasing you with little flicks. You weren’t prepared and made a loud whimpering sound, your hips stilling immediately as you waited breathlessly for the next touch. He gripped your thighs and pulled you back on his tongue, plunging right inside of you. You cried in choked surprise, “Chadwiiickk fuuuuuuck!”

He did it again, fucking his tongue in and out of your hole firmly but slowly, so you felt everything and then he began circling over your pussy in wide laps. “Shhittttt!” you squealed. It felt so luxurious, and you pictured how he looked, face grinding into your pussy, his lips and tongue sucking and swirling and your cream dripping all over his gorgeous face.

Each pass of his tongue overwhelmed you and you struggled to stay on your shaking limbs, above the water.

“You need to stop,” you gasped and crawled forward, breaking your bodies apart so you could turn around.

Chadwick wore a lazy smirk along with your juices glistening on his face and beard. You crawled over to attack his lips with yours, licking your flavour from him ravenously as your hands shot down to his dick.

In your shifting around, you must have kicked the plug out because you both heard the sucking sound of water draining around you and the water level began to recede.

“Whoops,” you grinned, but not really feeling sorry about it, because you were done with the bath anyway.

Chadwick rose up to his full height, taking you up with him.

You both negotiated your way carefully out of the slippery tub to dry yourselves and each other off with towels until you were dry enough not to drip all over the carpet on your way to the bed.

The towels were discarded on the floor, and you both climbed up on the bed, turning to each other with lust and excitement.

Chadwick cupped your cheeks and kissed along your bottom lip. “What do you want baby? Sweet and slow? Hard? Fast?” His lip lifted in a smile, “want me to send you back home with a bruised ass tomorrow?”

You laughed, cherishing his face with your hands.

“I know this is boring,” you looking up at him with hopeful eyes, “but I just want you on top of me. I swear we can do kinky shit the rest of the night,” you followed quickly.

He lifted your knuckles to his lips. “We’ve got all night and we can fuck however we want.” His eyes settled on yours with a playful intensity. “I’m not even close to tired so I hope you’re ready.”

Heat throbbed in your body at the thought.

“I’m ready to go all night, I don’t even plan to sleep.” You proclaimed with pride.

“You talk a big game,” he smirked. “I’ll be reminding you of that if you try and tap out on me later….”

“I’ve never done such a thing,” you lifted your chin, enjoying the banter while your hands were roaming his upper torso.

He looked upwards in recollection, his hands stroking your arms, “I remember a certain Saturday you promised a full day of sex until you claimed I broke your pussy after two rounds.”

“Chadwick!” You squealed, recalling the day perfectly and shoving him as he rolled his eyes. “My pussy was sore because your giant dick had no mercy that day, I swear you took some performance enhancing drugs that morning. That erection just would not go away and you were pounding me like a sex doll for hours.”

“No drugs needed with you around,” he said sweetly and you narrowed your eyes.

“That hardness was unnatural, Chadwick.”

He shrugged, a secretive smile spreading over his face. “Alright, I took something that morning … just to see what would happen.”

“Chad, you fuckin’… liar!” Your expression was a mixture of shock and amusement. He lifted your legs suddenly and you squealed, laughing as you bounce landed onto the mattress and he immediately laid down to cover you.

At the press of his body you began to sigh as his hands started moving over you as yours did the same. The mood quickly turned changed and you reached for him, eager to be taken while he looked in your eyes.

You didn’t stay up all night, but you damn near tried.

It was way past midnight when you both succumbed to exhaustion. After intimate, face to face sex and a languid period of recovery, you took advantage of his energy to have him in as many positions as you could think of. Your feet on his chest as he plunged deep in you. On your knees. Flat and face down on the mattress, trapped under his heavy weight while he plundered you. And on, and on, until you had only the strength to pull each other close and fall asleep.

You awoke the next morning with the disappointment that it was Sunday.

In the warm daylight of the early morning, you had lazy morning sex, in a spooning position where Chadwick drew out your orgasmic gasps holding your thighs apart with his face in your neck, whispering softly in your ear as you came.

Neither of you wanted to acknowledge the impending goodbye and made the morning last as long as possible. You had coffee on the couch, with Chadwick sitting on the floor next to you plucking at the strings of his guitar.

When it came time to finally address that it was time to go, Chadwick helped you get your small bag of things together, a cloud of melancholy settling over you both.

He drove you to the airport under a bright, winter sun beaming in a clear sky down onto the frost-covered landscape, making the snow twinkle so brightly you both had to squint. If only you’d had this weather one day earlier, the film production would have left your boyfriend alone.

Noticing the familiar stares in the airport, you tried to insist Chadwick turn back before there was a mob for photos and autographs, but he kept your fingers enclosed in his as he waited with you through check in. Only when you reached a point he couldn’t continue at your side did you turn to hug and kiss each other goodbye.

“Hey,” you smiled, tracing his cheekbone with your finger as it sharpened from his smile, “maybe next time let’s tell each other if we’re planning a surprise visit, yeah?”

“Then technically it’s not a surprise, but I see your point,” he agreed, kissing your finger. “It all worked out in the end, though. Don’t think I didn’t notice you limping around today,” his eyes glimmered.

Your thighs, calves and butt were burning and sore, and there were other souvenirs, little bite marks, on your body under your clothes.

You laughed, cupping his face and feeling an overwhelming surge of love in your heart.

“Another four weeks until you’re home.” You pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I know.” He let out a sigh. “Call me when you get in.”

You nodded and forced a smile, trying not to think of the next four weeks of loneliness waiting for you at home as you hugged goodbye.

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Beautiful lies chapter 2

I shrug it off my shoulders, but not before taking a second to appreciate the fine feel of the feather light wool between my fingers and the crisp scent of cologne lightly permeating the fabric. There’s something masculine and evocative about the jacket and I can’t help but think about his deeper meaning behind dressing me in it. Like a dog marking his territory with his scent.

Shaking the thought away, I fold the jacket neatly and step into my clothes – a pair of jeans, and a long sleeved cotton top, paired with ballet flats. I feel marginally better once I’m back in my old clothes. Stuffing my makeup bag into my purse, I loop it across my body and turn toward the mirror. I take one last look in the mirror, mentally preparing myself to face him again, and say a silent goodbye to the girl standing before me.

I pause at the doorway, my hand resting on the knob. It’s now or never. I can either go and find Bill, beg to be let out of this contract, and deal with the consequences, or I can walk out of this room, and accept what I have to do. Either way, I know my life is going to change.

Straightening my spine and stealing an anxious breath into my lungs, I push open the door.

I meet Justin in the hall where he’s standing waiting for me with a bored expression.

I feel his eyes quickly survey my new ensemble and I suddenly feel underdressed next to this wealthy and powerful man with his expensive suit and shiny shoes. He takes the jacket from me and begins walking toward the exit without a word. I’m expected to follow, so I do.

Once in the parking lot behind the building, I scan the few cars left in the lot, trying to memorize their license plates just in case he turns out to be a psycho – at least I’ll have some piece of information to go to the police with, since I’m pretty sure his real name’s not Justin.

The motorcycle he stops beside is unexpected and causes a little ripple of fear to cascade through me.

Justin puts his suit coat in the compartment under the seat and removes an extra helmet for me. His thumb smoothes away the worry line etched across my forehead. "You’ll be safe," he says, and places the helmet on my head. The weight of it against my scalp is foreign. This will be my first time on a motorcycle. Apparently I’m in for a lot of firsts tonight.

After securing his own helmet, he climbs on the bike and holds out his hand to help me. The warmth of his large palm against my own startles me. I swallow a wave of nerves, then I swing one leg over the seat and position myself behind him. The angle of the narrow seat causes me to slide forward until my chest is pressed against his back. There’s no room for anything but close contact between us. The intimacy is unsettling.

I briefly wonder if he’s designed it this way – bringing his bike rather than a car to show me right from the beginning that I have no control and to get used to close physical contact. Because surely a man who could spend one million dollars owns a car – if not several. Something in his quiet and serious nature tells me everything he does is deliberate and my mind is cataloging all of these things to piece together the puzzle of the man to whom I now belong to.

He kick starts the bike and my arms fly around his middle. I feel his chest rumble and I’m pretty sure he just chuckled at my response.

We pick up speed as he takes the on-ramp for the highway and the chilly night air rushing past my face cools the heat that lingers between our two bodies. I squeeze my eyes closed in an attempt to escape the panicky feeling rising in my chest, but all it does is make my motion sickness kick in and I open my eyes once again. He accelerates and I cling to him desperately, linking my fingers in front of his abdomen.

Just as I’m praying we don’t have a long trip on this bike, he begins to slow and I look up to see that we’re on a service drive in the middle of a dark field. My senses are on high alert as I wonder what we’re doing out here in the middle of nowhere.

I never imagined we’d fly somewhere, so when we pull up alongside a small private jet parked on an abandoned airstrip, bitter acid burns its way up my throat.

Panic zips through my veins at the thought of leaving everything I know behind. Even my zip code, which had never really meant that much to me, suddenly feels like something that defines me, is being ripped away.

Without so much as a carry-on bag, I follow him up the narrow set of stairs leading into the belly of the plane. It’s a small private jet with a sleek, sophisticated interior. A cluster of four leather captain’s chairs flank the center and Justin slides down into one near the window. Unsure of where to sit, I sit down in the chair across from him. The leather is inviting and supple under my fingers and I relax just a little into the seat and take in my surroundings. Night has fallen quickly and it’s almost completely dark outside. The interior of the jet is illuminated by little LED lights lining the pathway on the carpeting giving off a faint glow.

Justin lifts a glass decanter from a nearby table and pours a few measures of amber liquor into a crystal tumbler, then takes a long sip. He licks his full lower lip and closes his eyes, resting his head back against the plush leather seat.

There’s no overhead announcement, no safety demonstration, and no warning. All of a sudden the jet’s engines roar to life and we’re barreling down the runway. I fumble with the buckle on my seatbelt, latching it just as we take flight. I can feel Justin’s eyes on me, watching me curiously, but I don’t dare lift my gaze.

When I finally look up, Justin’s poured a glass of the alcohol for me and is holding it toward me. "It might help."

I’m not much of a drinker – and especially straight liquor – but I know he’s right. I have no idea what he has planned for me, and this will probably be the only opportunity I have for pain management if I’m going to lose my virginity later.

He seems so calm and in control, it makes me wonder what might be lurking under the surface of that composed demeanor and expensive suit. A warm shiver races through me and I take a long sip of the drink, welcoming the burning path the liquor creates down my throat.

Justin

Tonight has been an absolute fucking debacle. One million dollars was more than I’d wanted to spend and more importantly, I didn’t want a virgin. I’d wanted one of the older, more independent girls who’d done this type of thing before. Not someone I’d have to handhold and train every step of the way. Something tells me Selena is going to take more time and work than I’ve bargained for.

I release a heavy sigh, and take a long swallow of bourbon, letting it warm a path down my throat. The dull roar of the jet engine is giving me a headache and I pour another measure into my glass.

I glance over at the girl, she’s finished her drink, and the way she’s huddled into the leather chair – her knees pulled up to her chest, and her arms wrapped tightly around them –screams of her discomfort. Her eyes are closed as though she’s trying to summon her inner strength for whatever is about to come her way. I can already tell this isn’t going to go well. Fuck.

I’d only outbid that asshole who wanted her because he’d gotten the girl I had picked out. She was closer to my own age – twenty eight, and this was her third time entering into this type of relationship. She was tried and tested and would have made a good drama-free companion. But that prick had been the one to take her home, so when he started bidding on Selena, outbidding him was my way of giving the asshole a taste of his own medicine. Plus, he just seemed like a dirt-bag and I didn’t want him to have her. The little boy inside me wanted to take his toy and go home. Of course, the terrified, timid girl sitting across from me is now mine to deal with, so maybe I hadn’t exactly thought that plan through.

And a virgin too…would she even be capable of handling me? I hadn’t wanted a project – someone to babysit and go slow with. But shit, I’m the one in control. There’s no real reason to go slow. I can set the pace of this. And I will.

As I continue studying her, my cock perks up in interest. She’s petite, but with all the rounded curves a woman’s body should have. Soft moldable tits and an ass meant for grabbing onto. Or spanking. Her skin is creamy and pale, except for the apples of her cheeks which are flushed pink. Long dark hair hangs loose over one shoulder. My gaze travels north and I realize her blue eyes have lifted to mine. She’s watching me expectantly, obviously wondering what will happen next. Good fucking question.

I have no idea why I told her to call me Justin. Actually, I do. It doesn’t take a psychologist to figure out that my employees call me Mr. Justin and hearing her call me Justin would feel too familiar. Too intimate. That isn’t what this connection is about. It’s business. Pure and simple. The business of my dick getting some much overdue attention and having a steady female companion without the hassle of navigating the dating scene. Get your head in the fucking game, Colt.

Selena

The plane safely touches down after only about thirty minutes or so, and once again, we climb on Justin’s motorcycle, which I learn has been stored in the bulk luggage compartment underneath the plane. Darkness has fallen all around us¸ which fits my slightly buzzed and melancholy mood. I want to hide in the night shadows and pretend that none of this is real.

While I hold on to him for dear life, he expertly navigates us down the highway, the single headlight illuminating our path. I pay close attention to the passing signs. We are near Los Angeles – a place I’ve never been. Soon he takes an exit for Malibu and once we’re on the surface streets, my heart begins pounding. We’re nearing our destination and I have no idea what’s in store for me.

When we pull up to the gated drive, Justin stops the bike to punch some buttons on the key pad, and I peer around his shoulder, eager for a look at what will be my new home for the next six months. It can’t really be described as a home…it’s a full on mansion, complete with a stone drive leading up to a sprawling estate.

Little twinkling lights illuminate our path and provide me with just enough light to make my jaw drop open at what I can see. The house is stucco in the color of warm honey and two huge columns flank the rich mahogany front door. Justin cruises right on past the front of the house and parks beside a six-stall garage before cutting the ignition.

Here we go.

Butterflies take flight in my belly as he leads me toward the house. We navigate a winding stone path lit with landscape lighting toward a side entrance. I suppose it makes sense we aren’t going all the way around to the massive front doors. That entrance is probably only used for guests, yet it’s too strange to think that I live here now, that I’m not just a visiting guest.

I wonder if he’s just going to leave his bike parked outside all night, but then realize he probably has someone on staff to pull it into the garage. I can’t imagine he’d have a home this large and not have people hired to help him take care of it. I doubt he personally dusts the knick-knacks in the one hundred rooms, or however many this monstrosity has.

We enter through the glass-covered side door into what appears to be the world’s finest mud-room. Tall pale wood lockers reach from floor to ceiling, a wire basket of umbrellas, a large tufted bench with a few pillows artfully arranged and a large area rug to cover the marble floors.

He tosses his suit coat and the helmets onto the bench and continues toward the hall. My eyes scan everything as I trail behind him.

"Front entry," he says, pointing to the darkened foyer that’s even more impressive than I imagined. Dual winding staircases meet at the base of the foyer where there’s a round table sporting a huge vase of pink peony blossoms. They smell incredible. Like sunshine and happiness. It seems like a girly touch, but I shrug off the thought. Again, I’m sure it wasn’t chosen by him. Then again, I can’t imagine anything in his world that he doesn’t exercise complete control over.

"Formal living room," he points to the left, not even bothering to turn on a light or enter the room he’s indicated. It looks cavernous and anything but welcoming with stiff, modern furniture. I struggle to take in every detail as he continues moving.

I realize he’s giving me a tour, but it’s rushed and impersonal. For someone who owns such a spectacular mansion, it seems like he’d take a little more pride in showing it off. Something seems off, but I can’t put my finger on what.

He points out several more rooms, a cold dining room with a humongous table, a darkened library filled with books I get the sense he doesn’t care about, and rarely bothers to read. "It’s a beautiful library," I murmur. I want to run my fingertips along the dusty spines and go hunting for a treasure to read.

A look of dark emotion flashes in his eyes before he blinks it away, his carefully composed mask safely returning, before leading me away.

"Where do you spend your time?"

My question stops him in his tracks and he turns to face me, his eyes focused on mine. He studies me for a moment as if trying to decide why I want this information. Call me crazy, but knowing a few details about the man I’m now living with and expected to service might be a teensy bit helpful, and so far this tour and his home have revealed nothing. He tips his head toward a far corridor. "This way."

Maybe I shouldn’t have been so nosy, because now as he leads me further into the belly of the house, all my fears rush to the surface. Does he have some weird sex room like Christian Grey’s red room of pain?

He opens the door to a large office, complete with an executive style mahogany desk, black leather chair, charcoal gray sofa, and a mini bar built into the far wall. This room has a cozy feel to it with its rich wood furniture, plush carpeting and the subtle scent of his cologne that I smelled earlier. A set of glass doors lead out to a balcony. "Out here." He motions me forward as he crosses the room.

He opens the glass door and steps out onto a large deck overlooking the Pacific Ocean and I am stunned into speechlessness. The soft whoosh of waves in the background and the gentle breeze blowing my hair back from my face are immediately calming.

I can see why the opulent rooms of the house don’t interest him. This is like a private oasis out here. Two wooden lounge chairs outfitted with comfy looking cushions and a small round table nesting between them are the only pieces of furniture, but it’s perfect. Anything more would clutter the space.

He lets me take in the peaceful setting, and when he breaks the silence a moment later, it temporarily startles me. "You’ll probably discover I work too much." He points toward the office. "And I come out here to unwind."

I nod in silent acknowledgment. It might not be much, but he’s exposed a small piece of himself, and I tuck the knowledge away. He’s a workaholic and perhaps a contemplative man, spending his time alone with the sounds of the water to keep him company.

We head back inside and Justin completes the tour – there’s an outdoor swimming pool and garden that I only peek at through the window, as well as a home gym one level down.

Finally he leads me into a den with huge windows that overlook the ocean and has a sectional couch and large flat screen TV mounted above a fireplace.

"This is it," he says, somberly.

All this just for him? It must get lonely.

He stands in silence studying me for what feels like too long. Realizing that the tour is over, my eyes fall to the floor. Are we going to have sex now? Here in the den? I imagined it’d be in his bedroom, but I suppose this is better than a weird sex dungeon or some other strange alternative. I have no idea what his interests and preferences are, but I suppose I’m about to learn. My heart thuds dully in my chest.

"Eyes up," he orders again.

There’s something he dislikes about my refusal to meet his eyes. Is he ashamed he bought me? It’s as though he wants to pretend all this is normal. I’ll play along. For now. I don’t know what he is capable of, and I don’t want to anger him. I meet his gaze. What I see is an intense man – his dark eyes speak of pain and past trauma, and someone fighting to practice restraint - if the tick in his jaw is any evidence.

"You don’t have to be so skittish around me. I’m not going to hurt you, sweetness."

I draw a fortifying breath. I want to believe him. His tone is sincere, as is the nickname, and the way he’s gazing over at me feels non-threatening, but still, all my senses are on high alert. I need to keep myself on guard until I have my bearings.

"Come sit down." He crosses the room and sits in the center of the large gray sectional sofa.

I sit down in the spot next to him, my breathing erratic. I should thank him for the money but I don’t know his intentions. "I’m sorry. I’m just new to this whole sex slave thing," I say instead.

He runs one hand through his hair, looking deep in thought. "Yeah, me too."

"I’m your first?"

"Something like that." He grins at me and my belly flips.

"I’m not sure how it works…or what to expect," I admit.

"Would it put you at ease if I explained some things to you?"

I nod, and fold my hands in my lap.

"I’m a busy man, Selena. I run two companies and have little time to pursue extra- curricular activities. You’re here to satisfy my physical cravings – to take care of my needs. I will satisfy your financial needs. Half of the money is being transferred into your account tonight and as long as you remain with me and comply to the contract, you will receive the remaining balance at the end of the six months. Your discretion is very important to me. I know you’ve signed a non-disclosure agreement, but I need your word that you’ll tell no one about our arrangement." His eyes lift to mine. "Not even your best friend. No one."

The thought of telling Becca the truth about what I’ve done never even crossed my mind. "I won’t. I don’t want anyone knowing about this either." I knew I’d need to explain the money somehow, but I figured I could tell my family it was from an anonymous donor at the hospital. The first installment – five hundred thousand, minus what I owed Bill, will be in my account tomorrow. It’s more than enough to pay for Becca’s treatment. The fleeting idea of ditching him once I have the money crosses through my brain. But realizing there’ll be no way I could ever pay him back, I know I need to fulfill my end of the contract.

"Good. We’ll need to craft a story for the public, friends and families about why you’re here, but as long as you prove to be trustworthy, there’s no reason I can’t give you some of the freedoms of a normal life. In the meantime, you’re free to use the house as your own – the pool, gardens, and gym are all open to you."

I nod again. I wonder if I’d be free to leave the premises and go for a jog, but for now I keep my lips sealed. I don’t want to push my luck the first night. Besides, if he is the vindictive type, once he knows that’s important to me, he could hold it over my head as punishment. I look up at the giant television screen in front of us and wonder what he intends for the rest of the night.

"What do you want?" I murmur, gathering my courage. It’s better to know what’s coming at me, so I have a chance to mentally prepare.

His eyes wander over to mine and he smirks. "I want what all men want when they spend a cool mil for a virgin."

Oh god. It’s happening tonight. I hadn’t even had time to prepare. I’m still tender from my waxing. I wonder if he’ll give me an extra day or two if I tell him.

"I want a cold beer and to watch the sports highlights," he finishes.

All the air rushes from my lungs in a whoosh. "That’s all?"

Still watching my reaction, he lifts one dark brow. "Honestly, I’d love a blowjob, but considering the mistrust in your eyes, I’m not sure having your teeth that close to my dick would be the wisest decision."

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10 Best Valerian Root Supplements – Reviewed & Ranked for 2017

Last Updated: Tuesday, April 25, 2017

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Valerian Root Supplements Guide

Do you have trouble sleeping, or do you struggle with anxiety? Rather than prescription or over-the-counter drugs that may have harmful or addictive properties, you may want to consider an effective herbal supplement to help your body naturally relax. Valerian root is a natural remedy that has been used for centuries to help with issues like insomnia, anxiety, stress relief, and more.

What is Valerian Root?

As its name implies, valerian root is the root structure of the valerian plant. Valerian is native to Europe and parts of Asia, where it grows primarily in moist, temperate climates and can be found naturally in forests and meadows. The valerian plant has also been naturalized in North America, where many areas are suitably matching in optimal growth conditions.

The plant itself is a flowering perennial with sweet-smelling clusters of small flowers, which can be either pink or white. Valerian grows up to six feet high or more, but the medicinal properties of the plant are found in its root system. The roots of the valerian plant feature a main stalk with many smaller rootlets, which are harvested and dried naturally in order to create valerian root powders, extracts, and teas.

Valerian root has been used as an important medicinal substance since ancient Egyptian times, where it was revered as a “heal-all” treatment for its powerful healing properties. It was also used in ancient Greece and Rome, has been vital in Chinese medicine for over 2,000 years, was a widely popular remedy during medieval times, and was even used in European hospitals during World War I and II for treating air raid stress.

Benefits of Valerian Root

There are many benefits of valerian root supplements. The most popular and well-known use of valerian root is for its calming effects, which can help to fight insomnia and promote natural sleep, as well as ease anxiety. One of the biggest advantages of using valerian root for insomnia is the significantly fewer side effects compared to prescription and over-the-counter sleeping pills. Valerian root can also improve the quality of sleep, helping you feel more refreshed and awake in the morning.

Anxiety relief is another common use of valerian root. Because it acts as a mild, natural sedative, valerian root in lower doses can help to combat the symptoms of anxiety. There have even been some benefits shown in the use of valerian root for treating symptoms of ADHD (attention deficit hyperactive disorder) in children and adults.

In addition to treating insomnia and anxiety, valerian root supplements can be helpful for women suffering from PMS (premenstrual syndrome). Valerian root has antispasmodic qualities as well as relaxation qualities, which allows the supplement to act as a natural muscle relaxant and ease the abdominal cramps many women experience during their monthly cycles.

When used as a supplement to other health regimes, valerian root can assist in decreasing symptoms associated with both stress and physical pain in a variety of conditions. The herbal remedy is particularly effective in relieving pain associated with arthritis, migraines, and muscle pain, and can also help to combat symptoms resulting from illnesses or disorders like sciatica, multiple sclerosis, and stress-related digestive problems such as irritable bowel syndrome.

Valerian root is inexpensive and highly accessible, which makes it an ideal supplement that many people can use to treat or ease a variety of symptoms and conditions, naturally and effectively.

Are There any Side Effects?

For most people, valerian root is a very safe, natural alternative for easing insomnia, anxiety, aches and pains, and more. However, all types of medications typically come with side effects, including natural and herbal remedies. The good news is that the side effects of valerian root supplements are typically fewer and milder than those of prescription drugs or over-the-counter remedies.

Common valerian root side effects can include symptoms such as headaches, upset stomach, dry mouth, drowsiness, mild confusion, and feelings of unease or excitement. Valerian users may also experience unusual or vivid dreams.

Some people may be allergic to valerian root. Signs of an allergic reaction include difficulty breathing, hives, or swelling of the face, throat, lips, or tongue. Discontinue using valerian root immediately if you experience any of these symptoms.

In addition to side effects, it’s important to be aware of potential interactions between valerian root supplements and other medications. Valerian root should not be used with other supplements that cause drowsiness or treat anxiety, such as chamomile, St. John’s wort, yerba, skullcap (scullcap), melatonin, kava, and others.

Avoid drinking alcohol while taking valerian root supplements, and seek medical advice on valerian root if you’re already taking medication to treat an existing condition. It is not recommended that pregnant woman or young children take valerian root supplements, as the potential side effects in these situations have not been adequately studied or documented.

And finally, since valerian root supplements are intended to promote calmness and relaxation, you should not engage in activities that require high levels of alertness, such as operating heavy machinery.

How to Take Valerian Root

Valerian root can be taken in a number of ways. Supplements are the most popular form of valerian root, which are available in easy to swallow pill or capsule form. Most valerian root supplements range from 100 milligrams to 1200 milligrams per capsule, and are meant to be taken 30 minutes to 2 hours before bedtime to help with insomnia.

For insomnia relief, it’s recommended to start with 300 to 600 milligrams of valerian root per night. To treat anxiety, a lower dose of 120 to 200 milligrams should be taken three times a day, with the last dose taken right before bedtime.

In addition to pills and capsules, valerian root is available as an herbal dropper, and as a tea. The actual taste of valerian root is typically bitter and astringent, so valerian teas are formulated as a blend of natural ingredients to improve the taste, often combining powdered valerian root with chamomile or lavender. Valerian tea should be made only with hot water, never with boiling water.

Valerian root herb droppers can be added to food or water, or applied directly to the tongue. Some veterinarians actually prescribe valerian root droppers to help ease anxiety in dogs and cats!

When using valerian root supplements, always start with the lowest possible dosage, and then increase gradually to a higher dosage if you don’t experience results.

What to Look for in a Good Valerian Root

When taking any type of natural medication, it’s important to know how you can determine the highest quality supplements to take. Many companies use “organic” or “all natural” to label herbal supplements, but not every valerian root supplement is created equally.

In general, when choosing your supplement brand, look on the label for either NSF International, USP (United States Pharmacopeia), or Consumer Lab. These labels provide quality assurance and third-party certification, ensuring that the supplements and their ingredients meet the agreed quality standards of the Council for Responsible Nutrition trade association.

For valerian root, read the ingredient list and choose supplements that contain valerian root extract, rather than valerian root powder. Valerian root powder is often exposed to a greater amount of potentially harmful heavy metal contaminants, including lead, mercury, cadmium, and arsenic.

Another important aspect to check with valerian root supplements is the percentage of active ingredient contained. An effective, high quality supplement will contain between 0.5 and 1 percent valeric or valerenic acid, with the best range being 0.8 percent or higher.

Valerian root supplements, teas and extracts are available in a variety of places. Look to your local grocery or health food store for high quality valerian root. You can also find valerian root capsules and pills available at retail stores such as Walmart, Target, and Walgreens. In addition, valerian root supplements are widely available online from major retailers, health outlets, and more.

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