Isabella steps out of the car, her white sundress flowing around her smooth thighs. The fabric is light, almost sheer under the sunlight, hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her perky breasts bounce slightly with each step, braless under the thin straps of her dress. Her round ass sways naturally, drawing eyes as she walks alongside Nathan.

"Mmm, I can’t wait for this. I’ve been so tense lately."

Nathan Chuckles, running a hand through his hair as they enter the luxurious spa.

Nathan:

"You do love your massages, huh?"

Isabella giggles, pressing close to him.

"You don’t understand how good it feels. The way their hands work every muscle, deep and slow... it’s just so relaxing."

Nathan smirks

Nathan:

"I think I’d get jealous if I wasn’t so confident in myself."

Receptionist smiles professionally as Isabella leans against the counter, her curves accentuated by the way she moves.

Receptionist:

"Welcome! How may I assist you?"

Isabella emerald eyes glimmer as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I have an appointment—Isabella Laurent. Deep tissue massage."

Receptionist nods, checking the system.

Receptionist:

"Ah, perfect. You’re in for a treat! Our 'best masseur' is available today. He’s... extremely skilled. Clients always leave feeling completely satisfied."

Nathan laughs lightly.

Nathan:

"Well, that sounds promising. She deserves the best."

Isabella smirks, though a strange chill runs through her body at the receptionist’s words.

"Of course. Lead the way."

Receptionist gestures toward a dimly lit hallway.

Receptionist:

"Room 3. Please change into the provided attire. Your fiancé can wait here."

Nathan kisses Isa cheek.

Nathan:

"Enjoy, babe."

Isabella with a playful wink, she enters the massage room. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, candles flickering softly. She slides off her sundress, revealing her smooth tanned skin, lacy white panties and a matching bra that barely contains her full breasts. Her perky nipples press slightly against the delicate fabric. She unclasps her bra, tossing it aside, then slides off her panties, gets naked and then slipping under the soft white towel. Her ass lifts slightly before she settles onto her stomach.

"Mmm, this is going to be good."

The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps echo inside.

Isabella still facing down, her voice soft and relaxed.

"You must be the best masseur they were talking about. I’m ready."

A deep, familiar voice fills the room.

Her breath catches. Her eyes widen.

"YOU—?!"

Her body freezes, yet burns at the same time. Not him. Not now. Not here. But the way her thighs clench involuntarily, she already knows—she’s in trouble.

"Y-you..." She whispers, stunned into silence by the unexpected turn of events. Her whole body tenses as she tries to process what's happening. "How... how did you... I don't understand." Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, fear and desire warring for dominance inside her.

Her eyes flicker to the door, half-expecting Nathan to burst in at any moment. But he doesn't. It's just her and Tommy, alone in this small room. A shudder runs through her as she realizes that there is no escape from this situation now.

"Wha-what are you doing?" She finally manages to choke out the words, her voice raw with confusion and longing. Her skin prickles where he touches her, sending waves of need spreading across her body like wildfire.

"No... no this is a mistake..." Her protest dies as his hands glide over her flesh, the hot oil sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. Every touch feels like an invasion, but she can't deny how good it feels to be touched by him again. His hands are strong and confident, knowing exactly where to apply pressure to make her writhe in pleasure.

She tries to tell herself that this isn't what she wants, that she needs to resist him. But the memories of their time together flood back, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything but how good he feels against her skin. She arches her back, offering more of herself to him, hoping that he'll take what she's offering and make her forget everything else.

His hands slip lower, massaging her ass before moving between her legs. A soft moan escapes her throat as his fingers slide over her slick folds, teasing her sensitive flesh. She knows she should stop him, but the desire to feel more is too strong. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to form the word past the ache in her throat.

"Mmm... I need... more." Her words are breathy, almost pleading, as he touches her there. She arches into his hand, unable to control the desperate longing that grips her. "I need you to make me feel good..." She bites her lip, trying to focus on anything but how good it feels with him so close.

The memories of their time together flash through her mind, vivid and hot as if it were happening all over again. The forbidden pleasure they shared, the way he took control and made her submit. It's too much. She can feel herself getting closer, the need to come threatening to consume her.

"T-that's it..." she whispers, trembling as his fingers dance over her sensitive flesh. "So good... please, I want more..." Her hips buck against his hand, seeking release from this agony of desire that threatens to overwhelm her.

As he removes his robe, revealing his naked form, she can't help but stare. Even after all this time apart, the sight of him still takes her breath away. Her own body responds immediately to the visual stimulus; a warmth spreading through her core as her lips part in anticipation.

"Mmm... I want that..." she whispers, barely able to form the words. Her hips lift slightly off the table, seeking contact with his hand once more. "Please..." She trails off, letting out a soft moan as he continues to stroke himself nearby. The idea of being covered in him, marked by his essence, sends shivers down her spine and straight to her core.

Her breath quickens, every muscle taut with need. When he brings his cock close enough to touch, she reaches out, wrapping her hand around the thick length. "Show me how... please?" Her eyes are pleading as she meets his gaze, filled with trust and desire that threaten to overwhelm them both.

"Like this?" she whispers, still struggling to believe that this is really happening. Her fingers stroke him gently at first, then with more confidence as her breath hitches in anticipation of what's to come. The feel of his skin against hers is electrifying, sending sparks shooting through her body. She looks up at him, eyes wide and lips parted in a silent plea for more.

Her movements become faster, more urgent, as she draws closer to the release that she can feel building deep within her. Her nipples harden beneath his watchful gaze, aching for the touch of his hands or mouth. "Please..." She murmurs, pressing the heel of one hand against her core, needing something more to send her over the edge.

"Like this?" she whispers, still struggling to believe that this is really happening. Her fingers stroke him gently at first, then with more confidence as her breath hitches in anticipation of what's to come. The feel of his skin against hers is electrifying, sending sparks shooting through her body. She looks up at him, eyes wide and lips parted in a silent plea for more.

Her movements become faster, more urgent, as she draws closer to the release that she can feel building deep within her. Her nipples harden beneath his watchful gaze, aching for the touch of his hands or mouth. "Please..." She murmurs, pressing the heel of one hand against her core, needing something more to send her over the edge.

A soft gasp escapes her lips as he grips her hair tightly. The feeling of him so close, the combination of pleasure and pain coursing through her body is enough to send her over the edge. Her hips buck violently against nothing, the orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her nails scrape roughly down his chest as she arches her back, crying out in release.

Her eyes squeze shut tightly, trying to block out the world around her as she focuses on feeling. Feeling him touching her, commanding her, owning her completely. It's a heady mix of sensations that leaves her reeling, gasping for breath and clinging to his legs like a drowning woman.

When the waves finally begin to subside, she forces her eyes open, glancing up at him warily. "Was... was it good?" Her voice is raspy, barely recognizable as her own. The aftershocks of pleasure still rack her body, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she never thought possible.

Her cheeks flush at his words, her body still humming with pleasure from their encounter. But even as she tries to tell herself that this is wrong, that he's not the one for her, a tiny part of her heart clenches painfully at the thought of never feeling like this again. The truth of her desires scream loudly in her ears; she wants him, she needs him, and no other man compares.

Swallowing thickly, she meets his gaze with a mixture of shame and longing that makes her heart ache even more. "I... I don't know..." She whispers softly, avoiding his question as much as possible but still unable to deny the truth deep down inside her.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to wipe the cum from her face, leaving trails of sticky residue on her cheeks and lips. The realization that she's just been with him sends a shudder through her body, making it impossible to ignore what they've done any longer. "I-I need to go..." She stammers, voice cracking as she starts to pull herself off the table.

Her movements are jerky and uncoordinated, like a marionette whose strings have been cut. She knows that she can't just leave him like this; he's her fiancé, and everything is a mess now. But the thought of facing Nathan after what just happened feels impossible.

The silence stretches between them, heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions. Finally, Tommy Oliver breaks it with one simple statement that sends a shiver down her spine. "Don't tell him."

"No..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the hammering of her heart in her ears. The feel of him pushing inside her is electrifying, filling every part of her and leaving no room for doubt. This isn't right, but it feels so good...

As he thrusts harder, rocking their hips together in time with his words, she can't help but arch her back in response. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of her tight channel, stretching her further than anything else ever has before. It hurts, but it feels so right.

A small noise escapes her throat as he reaches around to cup one breast roughly, squeezing and pinching the nipple until she cries out in pleasure. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the feel of him inside her and the need to have more...

Her eyes close tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to keep up with his pace. She knows they shouldn't be doing this, that there will be consequences... but it feels too good to stop now. "Don't..." she manages to whisper between moans. "Please don't stop..."

She gasps as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. The pain mixes with the pleasure in a way she's never experienced before, intensifying everything to the point where she can no longer distinguish between them. "They did lie..." She whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as he thrusts harder still.

Her hips buck against his, needing more contact, deeper penetration. The headboard thuds against the wall in rhythm with their movements, creating a cacophony of sounds that fill the room and muffle her own moans. She's lost in this haze of passion and pain, unable to think about anything except the feel of him inside her and the way it makes her whole body tremble with release.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving red lines in their wake as she struggles for purchase, needing something more... needing everything he can give her. "Don't stop..." She pleads, voice hoarse and raw from screaming out her pleasure. "Please..."

As he looks into her eyes, she feels herself trembling on the edge of something huge, something that would change everything if she let it. But she can't stop herself from wanting more; his touch sends shards of pleasure through her body, leaving her panting and weak-kneed in its wake.

She arches into him as he kisses her, tangling one hand in his hair to pull him closer still. The heat between them grows with every passing second, threatening to consume them both completely. A soft moan escapes her throat when he thrusts deeper, hitting that spot inside her again and sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins.

Her muscles tighten uncontrollably, coiling and releasing in time with his relentless rhythm as she feels herself starting to lose control. "Yes..." She whispers, the word little more than a breath as she closes her eyes and surrenders to the feeling, letting him take her wherever he wants to go...

"I belong to you..." She gasps, gripping his shoulders tighter as she comes apart beneath him, writhing and moaning in a release that seems to last for eternity. Her nails dig into his flesh as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her shuddering and spent on the table... but somehow still wanting more.

"Ahh..." She gasps as he fills her up completely, feeling the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside her. It's like he's branding her, marking her as his forever. As their bodies quake together in the throes of release, she knows that nothing will ever be the same again. But somehow, it feels right.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch his cheek, feeling the rough stubble there. It's been so long since she's touched him this way, felt the heat and strength of his body pressed against hers. "I..." She starts, her voice hoarse from crying out in pleasure. She wants to say that she loves him too, but the words won't come.

Instead, she closes her eyes and leans into him, taking a shaky breath as they both slowly regain control of their bodies. The air between them feels charged with something unspoken, an understanding that perhaps goes beyond words.

For now, that will have to be enough. "I... need..." She trails off, searching for the courage to ask him what she really wants and needs right now. But as she opens her eyes, she sees his satisfied smile playing across his lips, and knows that it's going to be easier than she thought.

"I... need some time," she whispers, her voice still shaky from the intensity of their lovemaking. "To think about everything that's happened..." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of disapproval or disappointment. When she finds none, she feels a tiny spark of relief igniting somewhere deep inside her. "And... and to decide what I want."

Her fingertips graze across his lips before dropping away, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She knows that she should say more, explain herself better, but the words still elude her. Instead, she settles for smiling at him, trying to convey everything she's feeling with just that one expression. It doesn't seem nearly enough, but it'll have to do for now.

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in his naked form sprawled on top of her. The sight of him like this fills her with a mixture of desire and guilt, making it hard for her to breathe sometimes. "I... I need you to get dressed," she manages to say at last. "And then... we can talk."

She watches him as he carries her into the steamy shower, his touch gentle but sure. The water beads down her skin, warming her as it washes away the evidence of what they've just done. It's a surreal experience, feeling so vulnerable and exposed beneath his ministrations, yet at the same time strangely safe.

Her fingers tremble as he helps her to step out of the shower, guiding her with an arm around her waist. She lets him dry her off, too numb to do anything else, and then slips on her clothes while he dresses himself in a robe. The soft fabric feels oddly comforting against her skin after being so naked for so long.

As they stand there together, the air between them still charged with unspoken words and emotions, she tries to summon up the courage to face what's ahead. "I... thank you," she finally manages to say, her voice barely a whisper. "For everything."

Her eyes drift downward again, unable to meet his gaze directly. He deserves so much more than this, than a guilty confession and an uncertain future. But it's all she can give him right now, and somehow she knows that it might be enough for them both to find their way back to each other in the end.

Her hands tremble as she wraps her arms around herself, trying to ward off the sudden chill that seems to have invaded the room. "I... don't know," she whispers, her voice small and frightened. "They just kept telling me different things, over and over again. They made me see things, experience things..." Her eyes cloud with tears, remembering the horrors they showed her, the pain and fear that filled every moment of her new existence.

"And then... one day, it was like a switch flipped inside my head." She sniffles, trying to blink away the tears that have begun to trickle down her cheeks. "I couldn't remember anything before them. It was just... gone." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she forces herself to take a deep breath, willing herself not to break down completely in front of him.

"And even now..." She trails off, swallowing hard against the lump that's formed in her throat. "Even after everything... I still feel like there are pieces missing." Her gaze meets his once more, pleading with him to understand, to help her make sense of it all.

"No..." she whispers, shaking her head in disbelief even as tears spill down her cheeks once more. "I can't... I promised him... everything..." She closes her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the sight of his pained expression and the memory of their wedding vows.

"But..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty clouding her thoughts. Part of her wants to believe him, to throw herself into his arms and let him be the one to make things right again. But another part of her is terrified, uncertain if she can truly trust him or if he's just another piece of her fractured past come back to haunt her.

She takes a step away from him, needing some distance so that she can think clearly. "I-I don't know what to do," she whispers, the fear in her voice raw and real. "It's all so complicated..." Her fingers twist together until they turn white, feeling like she might rip herself apart if she doesn't find some way out of this mess soon.

As he holds her like this, it feels so right. So wrong at the same time. She presses her face into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her skin, steady and reassuring despite the turmoil she can sense beneath its surface.

"No," she whispers brokenly. "I don't want this life. Not with Nathan... not like this..." Her voice cracks as she admits aloud what she's been trying so desperately to deny: that her heart still belongs to Tommy Oliver, no matter how much her mind has tried to forget.

She pulls back from him, meeting his eyes once more and searching for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. But all she sees is love and determination reflected there. And despite herself, despite the mess they're both in, it's enough for her to believe that perhaps they can find their way back together somehow.

"I... I don't know," she says, tears streaming down her face now. "But I think I want... I want you." She hesitates, biting her lip as she struggles to put the rest of it into words. But when he cups her cheek tenderly with his hand and smiles at her encouragingly, she finds the courage to continue.

"I want... us," she whispers, blushing even as she says it. "Together. If we can find a way."

She stares at him for a long moment, her heart racing as she tries to decide if this is real or just another fantasy conjured by the people who took her from him in the first place. But there's something about the way he looks at her, something so sincere and loving, that gives her hope.

"Okay," she whispers, taking a shaky breath as she steps closer to him again. "Let's do this." Her hands reach up to cup his face, feeling the rough stubble of his beard beneath her fingertips as he closes his eyes and leans into her touch. "But only if we can find a way to make it work, you know? A real life together."

"Deal?" She asks with a tiny smile, hoping against hope that this isn't all for nothing and that maybe, just maybe they really can have the future they once dreamed of together.