Librium

  ISBN-10: 0-473-28220-8

  ISBN-13: 978-0473282202

  LIBRIUM

  An independent author publication.

  Copyright © 2017 PJ Bayliss

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction of this work in whole or in any part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  While ‘Librium’ contains descriptions of unprotected sex appropriate to the period in which the story is set, the author wishes to emphasise the importance of practising safe sex and the use of condoms in real life.

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  DEDICATION

  To my loving, supportive readers.

  Without you, my purpose would be

  completely barren.

  Librium

  PJ BAYLISS

  1

  Chaise’s nostrils flared at the sweet, pungent aroma of disinfectant permeating the room. Silently it drifted into his body and woke his senses. He took a deep breath, as if it was his last, capturing the intoxicating scent. It was so familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he’d experienced it before. Perhaps from an earlier life?, he thought to himself.

  Early morning birdsong fluttered in the trees outside his window. Their melody immersed within the soothing wash of a spring breeze that suddenly shattered into a million pieces when the metallic clang of stainless steel scissors being dropped into a sterile medical tray penetrated the room.

  An eerie silence followed. Muffled voices slowly crept from out of the darkness and the distressed call from a young woman at his bedside brought him abruptly to his senses.

  ‘Doctor! Come quick!’

  Alarm’s started buzzing and a gloved finger gently flicked his eyelid open. The doctor held it open and his iris contracted as it filled with bright artificial light. Chaise’s fingers clenched tight, and the whites of his knuckles blazed across his hardened fist.

  ‘Doctor!’ The nurse called out once again, ‘I think he’s coming out of it!’

  ‘What’s his oxygen level?’ came a calm and collected reply.

  ‘93 per cent, BP falling …’

  ‘Goddamn it!’ the doctor grumbled, ‘He is waking up!’

  There was a frantic flurry of activity from the surgical team as they tended to their patient.

  ‘Anaesthetic. Now!’ the doctor commanded, ‘Quickly before he comes out of it altogether...’

  ‘Yes Doctor!’

  ‘Bloody hell!’ he muttered from beneath his mask as another nurse quickly shuffled to Chaise’s side to assess the line, ‘I do not need this today. Not this guy. Not with his father…’

  The intravenous line was blocked, preventing the milky white fluid from flowing into Chaise’s bulging vein. Instinctively the anaesthetist attempted to flush the line, but the procedure wasn’t working so she quickly tugged at the device and replaced it with a new line. She quickly reset the dosage rate and a smirk of relief crept across her face as she watched the patient monitoring machine gauges’. The indicator needle started to climb, but her valiant efforts were all too late.

  Chaise felt a sharp pinch from the needle shortly before the cooling sensation of Propofol infiltrated his forearm. The fluid snaked its way through his veins and he slowly opened his weary eyes. Through the blurry, watery haze, observed the shadowy figures of the surgical team surrounding him. Smudges of blue and green hovered above him like heavenly bodies against the bright light before they started to grey away back into his oblivion.

  Suddenly, a searing red-hot seam of intense pain burnt its way through to his very soul from the gaping surgical wound.

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  Chaise convulsed uncontrollably and screeched out in pain, but nothing emerged from his dry, gasping mouth. He lurched upward in his bed and abruptly woke to his senses. He felt his heartbeat pulsating vigorously within his earlobes as he gazed nervously around the dimly lit room. With a sigh of relief, the familiar surroundings of his bedroom gradually emerged from the still darkness.

  The bedding stirred beside him as Julie sat up. She gently placed a hand upon his muscular shoulders to comfort him.

  ‘Are you okay babe?’

  Chaise exhaled with a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead with his palm, ‘Ummm, yeah... I’m good.’

  ‘Another nightmare?’

  ‘Uh-huh,’ he murmured, ‘The nightmare,’ he slowly gyrated his neck which popped as his muscles and joints were relieved of tension. ‘Goddamn it! Will these bloody things ever end?’

  Julie sighed and rubbed his shoulders in sympathy. She detested seeing him suffer like this, but there was nothing she could do other than comfort him back to sleep.

  This had become their nightly ritual over recent months’. Chaise’s nightmares had become more frequent and increasingly terrifying, and there was no explanation behind them. Despite having suffered them for most of his life, he had been reluctant to mention or talk about them to anybody else other than Julie. Even with her, it was discussed purely on a need to know basis, which had only eventuated in recent weeks as the nightmares intensified.

  Despite all this, he still hadn’t even informed Julie about the medical trials. There was more than enough experimentation going on in his life to concern her or anyone else.

  ‘I wish I could take them away for you, babe. More than anything else in the world.’

  ‘I know you do. I wish they were gone too, but it’s just getting worse, I swear.’

  ‘Worse? How?’

  Chaise sighed, ‘I don’t know. It was so vivid this time,’ he confessed, ‘I could feel the pain as if it was really happening to me. That’s why I woke up.’

  ‘Pain?’ Julie interrupted, ‘You haven’t mentioned anything about pain before.' She looked into his eyes for answers, ‘What kind of pain are you talking about?’

  Chaise paused and contemplated his response. It was locked up deep inside - perhaps buried too deep to discuss yet. ‘It’s nothing.

  Nothing to be concerned about Julie. It’s just a dream. Besides, it’s not as if there is anything you or I can do about it, so don’t worry.’

  ‘Chaise, tell me,’ Julie beckoned, ‘Please?’

  ‘It’s just pain, I guess. Pain that feels like a river of molten metal running through my veins, but it’s difficult to describe because I wake up every time it begins.’

  Julie looked at him in disbelief.

  It was a blatant lie, and she knew it. She just hoped that his nightmares weren’t what she thought they were.

  ‘Why don’t you try sleep studies or something like that?’

  A cold chill ran over his spine. Poker-faced, he swallowed back his pride, ‘I’m not so certain that’s necessary yet.’

  ‘Hmm,’ Julie refrained from any further interrogation. She knew better and had already seen the appointment card on his dresser, but she figured that it was more important that he was finally seeking help at this point. She knew better than to intrude too far into his personal affairs.

  Chaise laid back down on the bed and gazed up at the ceiling to relax but the room refused to settle down. The peaceful silence was disrupted as the occasional car drove by their apartment on the street below. Sensing his restlessness, Julie propped herself up in the bed. She straddled his waist and locked her heels in behind his knees, preventing his legs from closing. She smirked mischievously and nestled herself
back into his lap.

  ‘Want me to chase the nightmares away?’ she asked coyly.

  ‘Chase?’ He replied, raising his eyebrows, ‘By the look of things, you don’t seem to be chasing anything away in a hurry.’

  ‘Maybe? I guess it’s just a matter of perspective?’ Her hands slid down her navel toward his body.

  ‘How so?’

  ‘Well…’ she continued, ‘To chase a nightmare, I guess it’s makes sense to create a dream,’ she grinned and rolled her fingers around his pulsating head.

  ‘Is that what you’re trying to do now?’ Chaise replied as her fingers sunk between his thighs.

  She smirked and gave him a wink. ‘Already done. After all, am I not your dream?’

  Julie was right. He couldn’t reject her delicate charm. She was pure decadence in his eyes.

  From the first moment when he saw her in front of the fire that evening on the beach, he knew deep down that there was simply something special in this girl. Something he needed in his life.

  ‘You certainly are my dream hun, and so much more.’ He leant forward, kissed her on her lips and gazed into her endearing eyes. She had the most incredible emerald green eyes, with bright flecks of gold radiating from the iris that hovered over sublime pools of dark blue. He frequently told her that they were windows into her soul.

  Chaise’s nightmares and problems were quickly lost to her gaze and his mind began to wander as he scouted her naked body. He adored every single aspect of her body. She was irresistible, from her green jewelled eyes to firm athletic thighs…

  Pouting lips to subtle hips…

  Taut calves to her peachy arse….

  The passion between them escalated as they embraced. He kissed her again and again and she eagerly accepted every kiss, sliding forward into his lower torso, compressing their bodies together.

  Julie kissed him softly on his neck, leaving a trail of kisses toward his earlobes before running her fingers down from his shoulders through the hollow of his back. Scarlet lines trailed her fingernails as she raked his body while he continued to explore her neckline with his mouth.

  She relished Chaise’s embrace. His firm biceps brushing across her skin. His sculpted torso pressing against her belly with every breath, hands massaging her waistline before moving down to grasp her buttocks. Julie shuddered as he squeezed them, the burning pressure distracted her until he slid his fingers deep between her thighs. She released a tiny groan of desire from within and he gave out a deep growl in response.

  He loved it when she responded to his touch. The reaction of her body under his influence ensured his blood boiled with lust. He watched her unravel beneath her fingertips and writhe with desire as the palm of his hand travelled across her body.

  She felt his erection bounce upward from underneath her buttocks and lodge itself firmly against her sanctuary. He felt so good against her panties, but she craved for it to feel better.

  ‘I feel you against me,’ she whispered.

  ‘No, you don’t,’ he replied.

  Confused, she propped herself back up and raised an eyebrow. He quickly pried her panties to one side and his blood engorged head flicked across her soaking wet pussy.

  He smirked, ‘Now you feel me against you,’ then he pushed his girth into her body with his thumb.

  Julie smiled, ‘Smarty-pants’ she gasped. Without even bothering to remove her panties, she gently rocked and slid his swollen head inside her. ‘You’re not against me anymore.’

  She leant forward and kissed him on the forehead. ‘I win…’ she whispered, and she slid his entire length deep inside.

  ‘Lucky you,’ he winked.

  The taut elastic of her panties pressed up against his shaft and he allowed Julie to take control. Gently rocking her pelvis, she manipulated his erect member to-and-fro within her, staring into his eyes as they made love.

  Julie flicked her hair back over her shoulders, propped herself up and dipped down to bury her head into his lap. His eyes rolled back as he grasped her wavy auburn hair in sensual contentment.

  ‘Very lucky for…’ he muttered, biting the remainder of his praise from his lip. Julie’s tongue writhed around his pulsating head before she forced it to the back of her throat. He surged forward with his pelvis as Julie plunged downward until her moist lips settled firmly against his body.

  A throb of ecstasy coursed through Chaise’s body. Impulsively, he swung his hips forward, thrusting his cock further back into the recess of her throat. Julie held him there with persistence and, with a quick bob of her head, she gathered her breath before plunging back down onto him again, and again, and again.

  Chaise’s body tightened up with each motion, his fingers still tightly entwined within her hair as she bobbed up and down. His tightening fist sent waves of burning pleasure across her scalp as her mouth and tongue worked over every inch of him until her aching jaw forced her to alter the pace.

  She grasped his girth with one hand and stroked him up and down while focusing on his tip with her tongue, teeth, and lips. His buttocks tightened with ecstasy as he arched his back with a moan of desire, but he managed to resist the urge to release inside her mouth.

  He refused to be satisfied like that without her coming first.

  His knuckles glowed white before he released his grasp on her hair to take control. He pushed her shoulders back and rolled her over onto her back.

  ‘That’s quite enough from you,’ he commanded.

  ‘Please Chaise, let me finish you o…’

  ‘No!’ he said in a firm voice. ‘I’ll take it from here.’

  Julie was pleasantly frustrated and sat there upon the bed with her knees and thighs spread open, the soothing but cool air threatening to dampen her desire.

  ‘But Chaise…’

  He placed two fingers upon her lips before curling them under her chin.

  ‘Don’t disappoint me.’

  Disappoint him? How on earth could I?

  ‘Besides, you want me to do this, don't you?’

  ‘To do what?’

  ‘To take control.’

  Submissively, she nodded.

  ‘I only wanted to satisfy you,’ she replied, looking up into his eyes as if observing distant galaxies.

  ‘I realise that.

  But my satisfaction relies upon your own . Therefore, your satisfaction can only be mine,’ he replied.

  Chaise lifted Julie to her feet and manoeuvred her backwards until her buttocks and shoulders were pressed up against the cold bedroom wall, his curled fingers still wrapped around her chin.

  ‘Now be a good girl. Behave yourself and enjoy,’ he remarked with a long, drawn-out kiss upon her bottom lip. She held her breath as he slowly trailed his fingers down her throat toward her sex.

  They continued to gaze into each other’s eyes as he explored her delicate folds and hood. His fingers massaged, circled, caressed, and then finally plunged inside her. Impulsively, she squeezed as he entered and explored her entrance, then he withdrew and slowly licked his fingers, humming with delight as she watched intently.

  Chaise kissed her and slid his hand down her side lifting her thigh upward and, with a single plunge, found himself lost inside her. She was poised upon one leg with the other coiled around his body, compressing their bodies together closer and harder with each thrust.

  Julie closed her eyes and bowed her head down, her mind capturing every single moment and movement between their bodies. She looked up and caught his eye - he was staring directly at her with such an inferno in his eye and intent across his face.

  Julie had never seen him like this before. He was possessed with passion as if nothing else other than his deepest desire mattered.

  Her stomach shuddered uncontrollably as her climax escaped. Julie moaned impulsively as the convulsions continued throughout her body, dissipating to the rhythmic beat of Chaise’s pounding hips. Desperate for relief from his sexual onslaught, she looked back at him, but the relentless gaze of intent rem
ained upon his face.

  His expression said it all. This was not over yet, even if her body threatened to collapse, and she bit her lip and bore down to meet his demand.

  Approaching exhaustion, she clung to his shoulders as he entered her time and time again, his full length bringing her closer and closer to her next climax with every thrust. A shock rocked through her body as he slapped her arse before he her cupped waist and lifted her up off the ground. Julie flicked her other leg up around his hips as Chaise pinned her up against the wall. He tore into her body like a wild beast, fucking her with such a force never experienced before, delivering her to her second climax with ease as she rode his body.

  His torso twisted inward and he bit down into her neck as she arched her back in ecstasy, crying out as her creamy nectar gushed out from her, ‘Oh Christ! Chaise!’

  Julie collapsed in resolution and released her lock from his waistline, sliding away from his taut body.

  Trembling upon her feet, Chaise gently brushed her tussled hair from her forehead and smiled affectionately before kissing her on the lips. ‘There’ll be no more nightmares tonight, I promise.’

  Julie smiled with the deepest satisfaction, ‘Never mind your nightmares Chaise,’ she replied, ‘I think it’s living your dream that I dread’.

  He smirked and kissed her lovingly on the lips one last time before they returned to sleep. Within minutes he was contently sleeping, but now Julie lay awake, nursing her aching thighs and buttocks, staring at the ceiling in wonder.

  Where the bloody hell did that come from?

  2

  Good morning gorgeous,’ Julie said with a kiss on the lips. She had been waiting patiently for Chaise to rouse from his sleep, lying beside him with her head propped up in the palm of her hand. She had been watching him intently for the past hour, wondering where his recent sense of sexual misadventure had come from.