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Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pleasure Island – Epilogue

*~*~* Darren *~*~*

My life as a slave lasted only three days but seemed an eternity. So much happened to me during that week. I gave up my dignity, my freedom, almost my soul in my quest for revenge. I learned the truth about my past and I lost and gained a father but most of all I fell in love. I can only wonder at what Daniel endured at his hands in the years he was there. He wakes screaming, drenched in sweat and shaking many nights. I hold him and comfort him as best I can. I wish I could do more. He won’t tell me everything that happened, but I see the shadows in his eyes. After these months of freedom, they’ve grown fewer, but they’re still there.

In stark contrast, the weeks and months that followed have been filled with all the nurturing and respect I’m able to give. I hope I’m as strong as I need to be. I think I can be. For him, I’ll find a way.

My father’s death was a catalyst to those who remained on the island. Thankfully, Anton’s message reached Madame Kay first. Rather than informing the whole island, she organized the humane Masters and Mistresses to leave before the raid, leaving only the pawns in William’s evil game for the police. A few tried to flee; some so desperate they dived into the water in a vain effort to avoid capture. One such person was Marco. Apparently he did quite well, at least two miles before going under. The police have yet to find the body. Gustave was found cowering naked in an unknown Master’s room, chained to the bed and trembling. He claimed to have been kidnapped by Hayes and used in unspeakable acts as his slave. The police dismissed his story and charged him as well as the others for their crimes. The slaves like Cyril and Daniel, who were sold into their lives, were released with enough money to support them through whatever they chose to do. I hope they can regain the years that Hayes stole. I pray they can leave the slave behind them on the island. The others, those who chose to remain, I paid for their troubles as well. It’s amazing how much money can be made from human suffering, something my father exploited well.

For a few months the island stood empty and alone. The cries of pleasure and pain that once filled it were now mere echoes. I sent a team to scour the halls of their horrific reminders. It took them two weeks to remove all traces of the injustices performed there. That’s when I made the call.

~~~

"Hello? Is this Madame Kay?"

"Darren? Is that you?" Her voice was as smooth and confident as I remembered. "There’s no use for the ‘Madame’ any more. The island’s gone."

"How would you like both returned to you?" I had asked.

My hours with her and Richard symbolized everything the island should have been. Pleasure that evolved from love—or at least mutual respect—everyone equal in desire. And so I gave the island to her and Richard. To restore what Hayes had twisted and defiled. I know they can be trusted to create the haven they both dreamed of.

~~~

Sometimes Anton visits us. More and more since he was found not guilty of manslaughter. At first he would just sit with me in absolute silence and our words would hang in the air between us accusingly. Then slowly we began to talk. About what happened, or about the future, or about my mother. My whole life I had convinced myself that knowing the truth of my mother’s death would fill that hole inside of me, take away the hurt and pain that throbbed there. I guess that’ll never leave me, but now I feel as if I can move on. She would want me to, I think, for her. Enjoy the freedom she lost all those years ago. Gradually, Anton is becoming an important part of my life. On one of his visits I asked him to pass me something, addressing him as ‘Dad’. I carried on talking, not aware of the silence from him. When I realized I looked up to see his eyes full of tears and a faint smile on his lips. I hugged him then, hard, almost hating to let go, both of us sobbing deeply. Something broke that day. The walls we had built around each other collapsed. One of the things I gained from this ordeal was the father I always wanted. The other was Daniel, of course.

Daniel. I never would’ve believed that I could care for someone as much as I care for him. We decided to remain at the beach house after Hayes’ death. It’s such a complete contrast from what he experienced there and the tranquility is a natural balm. We’ve been slowly attempting to return to the lives we had before the island.

That first day when I’d handed Daniel clothes to wear he had been totally confused. Finally he put them on, fumbling a bit with buttons and zippers he hadn’t used in years, but he did it himself. I was proud of his accomplishment. Then he stood awkwardly before me, fear burning in his eyes. My breath was stolen from my lips. Dressed, he looked more naked then I had ever seen him, exposing his soul to me. His insecurities and fear like that of a caged animal. But the cage was gone and he was no animal.
If only I could make him see that! I pledged the rest of my life to showing him he truly was human.

So many nights I’d wanted to go to him, wanted to touch him and show him everything was all right, but it wasn’t time yet. Daniel had to decide when he was ready. With each day I saw the hope grow in his eyes, with each day my heart grew with love for him.

Instead I busied myself with tending to him, almost as if I were still the slave and he the master, trying to show him these things could be performed out of love and not just intimidation. I tended him back to physical health. Bathed him and fed him while he was too weak to care for himself, then slowly let him do more and more on his own. I knew that his emotional healing would be a longer and more difficult task, but I wouldn’t fail him. He’d been failed enough already.

At first he followed me like a puppy, lost and without direction. He was bewildered without someone telling him when to eat, how to act, what to do. I could see he expected to be punished at any moment, often cringing when I’d touch him, not meeting my eyes when I talked to him. But slowly I’ve managed to show him that he matters. That he has opinions and feelings that must be taken into account. Things are not done my way simply because it’s been that way for him for so long.

Some people have told me I can’t possibly be in love with him because he raped me that first night. That my feelings are actually some form of refusal to accept what happened. But I tell them it wasn’t Daniel who did that, it was an extension of my—of Hayes’ twisted reality that abused me. Daniel would never have done that. I know this with all my heart and soul.

He loves the beach. He loves the water. It has taken a bit, but I’ve also convinced him that he is free to wander there whenever it calls to him. It’s so unlike that other world that he draws strength from simply being a part of it. You can laugh if you want, but I’ve seen it. His skin glows again. The sickly pallor of the Island is a dim memory. He’s put on weight. And some days it’s the only placecan can sleep.

I’ve done my poor best to reassure him when he needs it. I know he’s still uneasy about doing what he wants, but that is slowly changing and I do everything I can to show him that he’s right and good and my reason for living. More reason than Hayes ever gave me.

That’s where he is right now. Out on the beach. I think I’d better go join him. He needs me.

*~*~* Daniel *~*~*

I sit on the beach, letting the wind blow through my hair and the sun warm me. I can’t get enough of the beach now. Sometimes I sleep out here at night because being closed in brings my dark demons to haunt me. He still comes for me, though not as often as he did before; and when I do wake screaming, Darren is there. His strong arms hold me, shield me, and drive him away.

Darren has been wonderful to me. I keep waiting to be used. Waiting to be hurt. But he hasn’t pressed me for more than I can give and I know my love for him grows every day. I was so lost those first days and weeks…. But he’s been steadfast in his understanding and support; never berating me or taunting me because of my shortcomings.

Cyril came to visit us, after the first month we’d been here. After my health had returned enough that I wasn’t bedridden with weakness. I thanked him for his part in saving my life. I’m still in awe of him… and Darren.

Cyril told us he is going back to school to finish his education and become a physician’s assistant, perhaps even a doctor. Darren gave him the money to complete whatever education he decides on. He didn’t want to take it, but Darren convinced him that his father left him more money than he can use in three lifetimes.

He sold his father’s house, too. Said there were too many bad memories. Anton has given us this e toe to stay in. I love it here. It’s so different from that other place. Calm. Serene.

The golden tone has returned to my skin. I was afraid, at first. Afraid that William Hayes, or someone like him might see me and take me away again; but Darren has promised me that will never happen. He has promised to protect me and after all that’s happened, I’m beginning to believe him.

He’s teaching me what I need to know to be human again. Dr. Inaki told us that plastic surgery could probably erase most of the scarring to my back and Darren has already said he’ll pay whatever it takes, but I’m not that easy with all of this yet. I still feel a slave, in spite of everything that tells me otherwise. I need more time.

It’s hard to get used to clothes again, but I wear them as a reminder of what I’m not anymore. When I defer to Darren, he makes sure it’s because I want to, not because ome pme past belief that it’s my place to do so. He hasn’t let me do anything yet, except go to the bathroom. That thought brings a smile to my lips.

He hasn’t let me clean. He hasn’t let me cook—not that I remember much about that. He hasn’t let me wait on him, or care for him; but he’s done everything for me and I can’t hide my wonder.

Darren comes out to sit beside me. He smiles shyly and I grin back. He doesn’t tan like me, he claims. He said he burns, so he’s got this white stuff on his skin and huge sunglasses.

“Are you all right? Are you hungry? Is there anything I can get for you?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.

I laugh. I had forgotten how to do that, but he’s shown me that again, too. We had so little before. Hunger was often a way of life there. It came hand in hand with the pain and despair. Those thoughts darken the happiness I’d felt just moments ago. He senses my sudden slide into depression and pulls me against him, hugging me, his hands stroking my back in the way that calms me almost immediately.

I shudder when he touches my back. Even though I crave his touch, it reminds me of what I was… what I still feel I am. It’s a turmoil that threatens to pull me apart some days. Yet he understands this, too, and he murmurs assurances that I’m more than I believe.

The night sky is beautiful, as he holds me in his arms. I sigh, my demons driven back yet again. I love him so much… I want to be able to show him, but I remember the last time I touched him and I shudder.
How can he love me?

“What is it, baby? Tell me, Daniel. How can I help?”

“Darren… I—I” I begin to shiver. I want him so badly, but how can I? I’m nothing… I’m used… soiled… I don’t deserve him.

He lifts my face, his hand gentle under my chin. I can’t hide my love or my pain as tears spill from my eyes.

Slowly his lips close the distance to mine. I grasp his shirt with my hands, cling to him as we touch. My eyes close as he holds the
kiss. I can’t remember the last time my lips were touched with such tenderness.

When he finally pulls back, I gasp for breath. Tears fall faster as I struggle to both understand and explain.

He cups his hand against my face and I cry harder. Then he pulls my head to rest on his shoulder as my body is racked with sobs. I can’t stop crying and I’m not sure why.

But Darren, my incredible Darren, he seems to understand. He holds me tightly, rocking me… letting me know he is there for me.

I don’t know how long I cried, but finally I had no more tears. My breath hitched as I tried to get it under control. I began trembling then.

“Dare—Darren… I—I’m s—sorry… I—I—”

He stands up then and pulls me up with him. “Come with me.” he urges gently as I continue to shiver violently.

Taking me into the cabin, into the bathroom, one arm holds me against him while he leans over the tub to turn the faucet on. In just a few minutes he turns on the shower and physically lifts me into it, holding me against him while the soothingly warm water runs over us.

It was long moments before the trembling ceased.

“What brought all that on?” he asks me softly, continuing to run his hands over my scarred flesh.

“I-I’m afraid.” I manage to whisper.

“Of what?”

“I-I lo-lo—“ I lower my head in defeat.

“I love you, too, Daniel,” he whispers, just before his lips brush my ear.

He places tiny kisses along my neck, then my shoulder. I gasp and he stops.

“P-please…” was all I could manage.

I’m scared he’ll continue and terrified he’ll stop. I wasn’t sure what would happen, but he had told me he wouldn’t hurt me the way Hayes had, and after all this time, I want to believe him. I need to believe him, but I can’t do it on my own.

His blue eyes look into mine and I try to show him what I couldn’t say. Then his mouth meets mine and his tongue plays over my lips.

“I—“ is all I manage to say before his tongue was in my mouth. His gaze holdne ane as his tongue moves freely. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or what’s expected. My confusion must be clear, because he raises his eyebrows as he breaks the kiss.

I lower my gaze again, ashamed of myself. Darren reaches over and turns off the water. Then he gets out of the tub, strips off his wet clothes and pulls a towel out of a cabinet.

“You need to get out of those wet shorts, Daniel.”

His directive frees me from my seeming paralysis. I undo the fastenings and drop them where I stand. He reaches for me and I flinch uncertainly.

“It’s all right, Daniel. I’m just going to help you out.”

He immediately wraps me in a towel and begins rubbing my body and limbs. He fastens it around me, takes a smaller towel and runs it briskly over my head. I smile slightly in spite of my uncertainty.

“Feel better?” I barely nod my head.

Then he leads me into the bedroom. We stop by the bed.
‘He’s beautiful.’ I realize, somehow seeing him as I never have before. He reaches out and unfastens my towel, letting it fall to the floor.

“Daniel… you’re magnificent. I want to make love to you. I want to show you how wonderful it can be. How it’s meant to be. I think you want it, too, but I need to be sure. This isn’t something I’m going to take. I’m not going to demand it. I’m not going to order it. You must give me permission and it’s very important you do it because you want to.”

He waits then and watches me expectantly. “I—I don’t know what to do, Darren.” I say as my vision blurs. “Please... help me.”

His hands frame my face. “Don’t cry, Danny. Please don’t cry. I promise you it will be quite pleasurable.” He blesses me with a quick kiss. “Just do what you feel.” He said quickly, before his lips cover mine again and his tongue invades my mouth once more.

I bring my hands to his waist slowly. A shudder runs through me as the memory of what I’d done when my hands were there before flashes in front of my eyes.

“Don’t think of then, think of now.” Darren’s whisper has grown thick and I shiver again. How many times had I heard that same desire in William Hayes’ voice? “Don’t think of him… Think of me…”

He lays me down on the bed and I watch wide-eyed as his hands and mouth move over my body in a way no one has ever done before. Where is the pain? The whips? The chains? Why am I still unbound?
‘…do what you feel.’ I close my eyes and press my head back into the pillow. His hands and lips burn trails across my body. I find it hard to breathe and my mouth falls open. A deep moan escapes. I flinch for a moment, but no whip falls. Nothing strikes my body to bring agonizing pain.

A heat builds inside of me. A heat I’ve never felt before. It scares me. Consumes me, and I don’t ever want it to stop. His hands caress me and his mouth devours me. He teases a nipple and I arch my back in apal. al. He bites it gently and I whimper. I never knew it could feel so good.

When he moves his mouth close to mine I pull him to me and this time I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He moans and it is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Our tongues and lips wrestle, taste and tease and it’s incredible. When he is finally able to tear his mouth away from mine his eyes are darker than any I’ve ever seen and somehow, the desire burning there doesn’t scare me because I know love feeds the flames.

Then Darren reaches over to the bed stand and picks up a tube. His eyes never leave my face as I watch his movements. I have no idea what he is doing. He opens the tube and squirts something on his fingers.
His eyes finally leave my face as his mouth envelops my cock.

“Ohh!“ This is nothing like it had ever been before. How is it possible to feel such… pleasure?

Something presses against my opening and I stiffen a moment. Darren’s head bobs over my shaft, his tongue presses against the underside, and then swirls over the head while he sucks firmly. I begin to writhe. He pushes a finger inside and I moan.

My fingers move to entwine themselves in his long black locks.

It’s all so new to me. I’d never been able to move like this. Never been treated like this. Never been loved like this.
Now he has several fingers inside me and I roll my hips, thrusting myself on them. He pulls his hand free as his mouth leaves my cock.

“Darren… please… don’t stop.” He smiles down at me and the love in his gaze makes my chest tight.

“Spread your legs a bit more,” he says as he pushes one knee gently.

I oblige him and soon feel his cock press against me. He stops short of penetration.

“Are you sure, Daniel?”

I swallow and nod. He presses in gradually. That’s another sensation I’ve never experienced before. I close my eyes to feel it better. No one has ever entered me gently.

“You okay?”

“Oh, yes… please, Darren… please…”

He begins to slowly thrust in and out. I wrap my legs around his waist and over his arse. It’s another freedom I’d been denied before. I put my arms around him, and pull him as close as I can. I need to taste him again.

The kiss is brief. He pushes himself up on one arm, smiles down at me and I whine at the loss. Then he wraps one hand around my throbbing cock. I groan loudly.

I toss my head and gasp for breath. I’ve never experienced anything like this… never felt—

“Oh, god! Darren… what… did… you—?”

“You like that, baby?”

“OH… oh, god… more… please…”

I arch my back and scream.

The next thing I know, I’m in Darren’s arms. He’s on the bed beside me, one hand making small circles on my back while the other plays with my hair.

“Darren…” I speak weakly, still trying to recover.

“How do you feel? You had me a little worried…”

My chest heaves one last time and I find the strength to look at him. I smile. “Thank you… I—“ I shake my head a little. “I never knew…”

He pulls me in for a kiss. It’s sweet. Sweeter than anything that has ever touched my lips before and I want all I can get.

I pull away at that thought. Darren watches me, a puzzled look on his face.

“I want more. Of this... of what we just did… of you. I want it all.”

His smile warms me, heart, body and soul. I smile, too, and begin to fulfill my wants this very night.

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Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.