Aurelie's Dilemna

The plane is scheduled to land in just another hour and I am so excited to see Katie and Jade. It has been almost a year since I saw my two girls. The once familiar Lake Michigan coastline can be seen from my small window and my stomach tightens as unwanted memories assail me painfully. My ex husband was the reason I fled to Alaska to start over once my girls graduated from high school.

I have to admit that I do miss the lake in the summer since it does not get quite that warm in Alaska. My present career as a personal trainer makes me a sufficient income and gives me a self-employed schedule so I am free to go on extended vacations such as this whenever the mood strikes. Katie and Jade have begged me to come and stay for a while so I have agreed to a month. The girls found me a nice cottage to rent right on Lake Michigan where my nearest neighbor is a good half mile away. Peaceful and quiet, settled back in woods a little distance from the beach.

The girls are both in classes at the college when my plane lands, so I rent a car to take me to the cottage. Unaccustomed to the July heat I crank the air conditioner to deal with the heat and humidity.

Gazing around as I drive I smile happily as the large lake comes into view. There are lots of people at the beach swimming and tanning; children splashing and running in the surf. Seeing the waves wash up on the sand brings back memories of the girls when they were little.

The cottage is at the end of a long winding driveway lined with pine and oak trees. I was expecting a small one bedroom rustic cabin but instead I am in front of a large A-frame log cabin with huge windows that must sleep at least six people. It looks very modern and not at all rustic.

After giving myself a tour of the elegant interior I decide to sleep in the rear facing master suite that looks down over the lake below. The large bedroom has its own bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub out on the deck that is nestled in the trees.

Exhausted from the long flight I take a quick shower and climb into the soft king size bed, falling asleep immediately.

I wake to the girls sitting on my bed with tears streaming down their faces. Their grandmother on their father's side has just passed away. I hold them while they cry and feel sad that the woman is gone. She held the large family together and now everyone will surely grow apart. I will now have to attend the funeral since I am here visiting.

The next several days pass in a quick blur as the girls stay at the cottage with me and we catch up on the absence of the last year apart. We cookout, watch movies and lay out on the beach every day.

The day of the funeral dawns gray and gloomy. Thunder clouds are moving across the lake rapidly as strong winds whip the trees into a frenzy.

The girls have gone home so that they can dress and get ready for the funeral. I dress in my one black dress I brought in case of a fancy dinner or something and stare at myself uncomfortably in the mirror. Since the divorce I have lost a significant amount of weight and gotten in shape as a result of my new career as a personal trainer. I stand at 5'1 with wide shoulders, for a woman, and a muscular frame. I have the perfect shape to be a bodybuilder and I was really hoping that I could avoid seeing my ex husband, Ben, on this trip because I know he would take me back if I were to just say yes.

Sighing with frustration I look myself over one last time and see that I am more than presentable to see the old in-laws. My waist length black curls are gelled to perfection and my violet eyes are lined lightly with black eyeliner. I grab a light wrap in case there is a cool breeze later on this evening and head out to my rental.

The church parking lot is already full and I am forced to park along the street a couple blocks away. I came as close to the start of the service without being late because I don't want to mingle any more than I have to. Katie and Jade are waiting for me just inside the foyer and thankfully the rain holds off until I am inside before the downpour begins. I find an empty pew in the rear of the church while encouraging the girls to sit where they belong, in the front. I notice many curious gazes from the people who were once my family for so many years because of the change in my appearance. When I left a year ago I weighed a good fifty pounds more and looked years older than I do now. I was nearing 175 pounds out of depression and moving into a size 14 pair of jeans. I am now under 120 pounds and wear a size 3 jeans.

After the service I am forced to mingle with the many people who come up to exclaim at how wonderful I look and to ask what I am doing now because of the deluge of rain outside has prevented my quick escape.

I see Ben always on the other side of the room on the arm of an older woman who is not even five feet tall and by her shape looks like she could be a dwarf. She gazes up at him with adoration shining in her eyes and I can feel myself relax, hoping he will just keep his distance.

I catch the eye of Ben's nephew Max several times and I can see by the expression in his hazel eyes that he likes how I now look. Max resented my presence from the day I showed up in Ben's life. He is about six years younger than Ben and worshipped the ground he walked on, until I took all of Ben's time. I was never comfortable around Max because of the depth of the man's arrogance. He was always trying to force Ben to put me in a place lower in status than his.

Turning pointedly away from Max I happily notice that it has finally stopped raining outside. I let the girls know that I am heading out and that they should spend the next few days with their dad.

On my way out to the cottage I notice a new Irish pub and decide to stop for a drink or two. Having developed a taste for craft beer I order an IPA draft I have enjoyed before and sit at a quiet table to people watch.

After two beers and a couple hours I decide to head back to the cottage and maybe go skinny dipping. About two miles down the road I blow a tire and when I see that the spare is missing I groan in frustration. I am still at least six miles from the cottage and I am wearing three inch heels. When I check my cell phone I see that I have no service so I cannot even call a tow truck.

I start walking back towards the pub since that is only a couple miles away instead of at least five. A black Ford diesel quad cab pickup pulls up just as I begin my trek. My smile of relief turns to surprise when Max hops down onto the ground from the driver's seat.

"Aurelie." He whispers in a husky voice.

"Max." I greet softly and back up a couple steps uncomfortably. He stands a foot taller than my 5'1 frame and I can feel the dominance just flowing off of him in waves.

"I can change your flat for you." He offers politely.

"There isn't one." I explain, embarrassed. "I haven't any service to call the rental company to inform them of their mistake." Max nods his understanding and then nods towards his truck.

"I would be happy to give you a ride." Max continues in his polite voice. I nod, having really no other choice. He follows me to the passenger side and I look up at the height of the door with a grimace. Max chuckles down at me having seen my expression and picks me up by my waist after opening the door, helping me inside.

He vaults into the driver's seat with a grin at me and the truck roars to life. I buckle up tightly and hold on for dear life as he speeds down the road.

"Katie told me that you are renting a cottage just down the road from me." Max states as he pays attention to the road. "I have to stop at my house quick first before dropping you off." My stomach tightens nervously and I hope he doesn't expect me to come in with him. Too soon he stops the truck in front of a large beautiful log cabin. Refusing to make eye contact I gaze out the window at the dark forest and silently pray he hurries inside.

"You might as well come on in." Max whispers.

"I can wait here." I try insisting.

"Aurelie." Max's voice gets a touch harsher. "I may be a few minutes." He leaps out of the truck and comes around to open my door. He extends both of his arms up to me to help me to the ground. When I meet his gaze I see his arrogant dominance shining brightly in his hazel eyes. With a sigh I unbuckle and slide down into his arms. He skims me down the front of him and then holds me against him for several seconds before releasing me. I blush furiously and back away from him anxiously.

He gestures me to proceed ahead of him to the door and grudgingly I oblige.

"Where's your bathroom?" I ask timidly as soon as the door shuts.

"Second door on the right." He murmurs as he points towards the hallway. I scurry away hoping we will be on our way as soon as I am done.

He has his suit jacket and tie off with his dress shirt unbuttoned when I exit the bathroom. I look to the door expectantly when I see the two beers in his hands. He shakes his head and hands me one of the bottles with the familiar dominant gleam on his face.

"I appreciate the ride Max, but can you bring me back to my cottage please." I state without reaching for the beer. He steps towards me and I back away anxiously until my back hits the wall. I see him smile down at victoriously as he pushes the beer into my hand forcefully.

Snatching the beer from his hand I scoot around him quickly and stand in front of the large windows overlooking the lake. The full moon is creating a silver glow across the water and I can hear the waves lapping the shore down below.

Max comes to stand behind me and silently drinks his beer. I can feel myself begin to tremble in response to his nearness and I am so afraid I can hardly hold the bottle.

After several minutes I hear him move away and set his bottle down on a table. When I hear a door close I turn and nearly run for the front door. A tear of frustration slips down my cheek when I find the door locked and only a key opens it from the inside.

"Leaving so soon Aurelie?" Max chuckles from behind me. "I was hoping we could spend some time catching up."

"I would really rather not Max." I reply tightly. "If you will unlock the door I can find my own way back to my cottage."

"I couldn't allow you to just wander out there in the dark." He protests, the humor obvious in his arrogant tone as he takes my beer out of my fingers. He sets it down on a nearby table and then leans up against me, placing his hands on either side of my face.

"Have I told you how amazing you look?" He whispers into hair as I try to push him away futilely. I am unfortunately no match to his size and strength, no matter how in shape I am. He chuckles and grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head gently. I twist and squirm to try and get away from him to no avail. He claims my mouth as his own as his tongue plunders my moist depths arrogantly and his hand slides its way up my skirt to pull down my thong. He presses me firmly back into the door to still my struggles as he slips a finger inside me. When I clench my thighs together he forces his knee between them and opens me to his explorations. When I refuse to respond to his kiss he tightens his grip on my wrists until it feels like my bones are grinding together. With a moan of defeat I soften to his assault and tentatively kiss him back.

He groans into my mouth and becomes even more demanding. Before I realize what is going on he has my dress unzipped and sliding to the floor to pool at my feet, my thong and bra following quickly. No matter how much I struggle I am helpless to stop or even slow him down. He picks me up and strides up the stairs quickly and plops me on the bed. Before I can react from bouncing on the mattress he has the door to the bedroom locked and is stripping off the rest of his clothes as he stalks towards me on the bed.

"Please Max, don't do this." I plead as I scoot back against the headboard away from him. Never have I seen someone undress as quickly and efficiently. Within seconds he grabs me by the ankle and yanks me under him as he pins my wrists above my head firmly. When I inhale to scream he slams his mouth down on mine, crushing my wrists together until I respond to him. My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest in terror as I realize what is about to happen that I am completely helpless to stop. He uses his knees to open my thighs to his further assault. Slipping a couple of fingers in my nether lips he groans when he finds me already wet. My terror when my ex would assault me always had a side effect of thankfully getting me ready for his attacks.

Max's thumb caresses my nub and the intense sensation causes me to flinch and moan. I instantly tell myself that I didn't just enjoy Max's touch when it becomes shamefully obvious when he brushes against it again and I arch up into his touch instinctively. I squeeze tears of horror out the corners of my eyes as I renew my struggles to get out from under him.

Max raises his head and gazes down at me with surprise shining in his eyes. He yanks my wrists closer to the headboard and I suddenly feel handcuffs circling them, effectively pinning me to the bed.

"No!" I moan as he smiles down at me seductively.

"Relax Aurie." He croons as he slides down the bed. "I don't intend on hurting you."

I can feel the handcuffs biting into my skin as I struggle to free myself needlessly. Too terrified to stop I continue my struggles even as I feel my wrists begin to bleed.

Max gently suckles on my clit and causes me to nearly orgasm instantly. I wrap my hands around a post of the headboard and clench my teeth trying to force the pleasure away and not cum. I am panting with the effort and within a couple of short minutes his expert ministrations has me tumbling over the edge, crying out with my release.

He kisses his way up my body and takes first one nipple and then the other into his mouth roughly, making me squirm under him lost in pleasure. I feel my arms released from the handcuffs at the same time that he sheaths himself into my tight wet depths. He is very well endowed and I have not been intimate with anyone in well over a year.

I gasp at the stretching discomfort his invasion brings and hear him murmur consolingly into my ear. He lies against me without moving, allowing me to adjust to his large length and girth before he starts moving.

Clenching my teeth I again try to stop the pleasure from overtaking me and leading to orgasm but I am helpless against the sensations he is invoking in me. Before long I am arching up into his thrusts instinctively wanting more, helpless against my own desire.

He brings me up to my peak, just before I am ready to cum and then refuses to allow me release. I am crying and pleading with him after he brings me up for the third time and then holds me back.

"Tell me what you want Aurie." Max commands dominantly.

"No!" I manage to groan, trying to hold on to a little of my self control.

By the fifth time he takes me to the top and holds me there, panting and struggling to make myself cum he asks me again.

"Please." I whimper, not wanting to say more.

"Please what?" Max whispers.

"Max!" I exclaim, the tension becoming too much for me to bear.

"Come on Baby." He croons to me gently. "Let Max give you what you need. Ask."

"Let me cum." I whisper, barely audible. "Please."

His thrusts become almost violent as he pounds into me as I cling to him and scream my release. I briefly lose consciousness and when I come to he is reclining alongside me, stroking my cheek as he gazes down with obvious satisfaction.

I try pushing him away when he lowers his head to kiss me and gasp in pain when he grabs my lacerated wrists. He looks at them, obviously stunned and raises his gaze to my face.

"Come." He rises from the bed and pulls me gently to my feet. Tugging me into the bathroom he turns on the shower and proceeds to tenderly wash my wrists. Confused at this sensitive side of Max I have never seen before, I stand meekly and allow him to tend to my wounds.

After we have both washed and towel dried he picks me up and sits me down on the long vanity counter to bandage my wrists. The cuts are pretty deep from all of my struggling while in the cuffs.

I gaze up at Max and realize that he isn't the chubby teenager that used to hate me anymore. He has grown into a very handsome man despite his arrogance. He stands at about an inch over six feet and has blonde hair that he keeps shaved along the sides and slightly longer on top. His eyes are hazel, easily mirroring whatever emotion he is feeling, and he has a goatee. He keeps himself in shape by lifting weights, which just adds to his arrogance by lending more size to his already intimidating build.

I shove him angrily out of the way and taken by surprise I actually make it to the bedroom door before he catches up to me. Not that I could have gotten away anyways because this door is also locked, needing a key to open it as well.

"Going somewhere?" He asks softly.

"Back to Alaska." I hiss furiously. "Unlock the door Max. You got what you wanted."

"Who says I am finished?" He asks calmly as he leans against the doorjamb nonchalantly. "Besides, you enjoyed it just as much as I did."

"Max, this is wrong." I try to patiently explain to him as if he is stupid. "Ben is your uncle."

"And you aren't married to Ben anymore." He replies with a shrug. "We were never related."

"Please Max." I ask humbly and lower my gaze to my bare feet.

"No." He whispers in that husky voice and presses himself against me, pinning me up against the wall. He lifts my chin and gently claims my lips. I freeze in place, not knowing what to do. Should I fight him or just give in? When I place my hands on his chest and begin to push him away he growls low in his throat and deepens the kiss, ravaging my lips demandingly. Meekly I submit to him, knowing he will get his way anyways. Tears trickle down my cheeks as I feel my unwanted response rise eagerly to his touch.

"I hate you." I whimper as he raises his lips from mine to trail them down my neck.

"As long as you continue to hate me like you did before I'm okay with it." He chuckles as he picks me up and lays me down on the bed softly.

"Your arrogance knows no bounds." I whisper, amazed that nothing seems to faze him. Gazing down at me his expression turns serious.

"I think you are confusing confidence with arrogance." He states simply. "You are accustomed to men that are insecure, so my confidence comes across as arrogance." I know he is referring to Ben, my ex-husband and his uncle, and he is right. I am used to a man that has no confidence because Ben had tons of insecurities. Blushing brightly I look away from him uncomfortably. He lowers his lips to mine and demands a response from me. I am not allowed a half-hearted response either because he becomes even more demanding, almost rough until I let myself go completely. As soon as he feels my submission he moves his attention to my breasts where he suckles, nibbles and even nearly bites in his ardor. I grip the headboard to keep myself from holding him to me and allow the sensations free reign as they wash over me.

When he takes my clit into his mouth, suckling gently, I am completely lost as a huge orgasm rushes through me. Before I can come down from my explosion Max is burying himself inside me, thrusting violently. I match him thrust for thrust and lose track of how many times he forces me to cum before he finally goes over the edge himself, collapsing on top of me breathing harshly.

I gasp at the soreness when he pulls out and look away embarrassed when he gazes at me with concern.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks sincerely. I shake my head without looking at him.