Under The Waves
Chapter
Two
Chloe paced outside the door to the room she had set up for Brady. They had been on the submarine for almost four hours, and he was not awake yet. The wait was driving her mad, but she knew she had to be patient. The process of turning him back into his former self took time, and that's why the tranquilizer she had given him lasted for quite awhile.
She heard rushed footsteps down the hallway and whirled around on her heels to stare at Bart. "Bart! It's about time. Did you do it?"
"It -- it's done. Rolfsky said that everything should be just as you asked. Brady will have no memory of the past three years or any of his life in Salem. He'll be just like you wanted him to be."
Chloe nodded in satisfaction, and then suddenly realized what Bart had said. Her eyes widened and she pushed him against the wall, her hands on both of his arms. "ROLF? You brought Rolf in to this?"
Bart squirmed underneath her hands but Chloe only tightened her grip. "I -- I -- I didn't have any other choice."
"Are you an idiot? Wait, don't answer that... I already know you are. Rolf will not keep this a secret. He will tell my father. And my father can't know, not until I'm ready to tell him."
"No -- no... I swore him to secrecy."
Chloe rolled her eyes doubtfully. "Yeah right, I'm SURE he'll keep it quiet. Damnit, Bart... How could you?"
Bart trembled nervously and tried to reassure her. "I -- I told him that it was top secret. And, then I said that if he breathed a word of it to anyone, the Littlest DiMera would make sure he suffered. And, you, Miss DiMera, are scary. It worked. He swore to me. I trust Rolf... He doesn't make promises he can't keep."
Chloe loosened her grip and Bart breathed a sigh of relief. She put her hands on her hips and began tapping her fingers with worry. "Why did we need him anyway? I thought we could do this ourselves."
"Boss-lady, would you *really* trust me with something as delicate as a human brain?"
"Good point. I wouldn't. So, Rolf... He's sure this is going to work?"
Bart nodded enthusiastically and gave her a nervous smile. "He reprogrammed the chip to erase what John Black did to him. When he wakes up he should be returned to the way he was three years ago, with no memory of Salem."
Chloe's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Should be or WILL be? I'm looking for certainties, not probabilities."
"Uhm -- uhm -- WILL be. Will *definitely* be."
Chloe smiled, obviously pleased with Bart's assurance. She lightly tapped him on the cheek with her hand and nodded. "Thanks Bart... You've done well. Now how long until he wakes up?"
"Should be soon... Any time now."
Chloe walked towards the door and put her hand on the knob. She paused to look back at Bart with very specific instructions, and a glare to tell him that she meant business. "I have to be there when he wakes up. Do not disturb us under ANY circumstance. Got that?"
Bart gave her the thumbs up and began to walk backwards down the hallway. "Got it..."
Chloe took a deep breath in and walked into the lush bedroom that she had set up for Brady's arrival on the submarine. She closed the door behind her and locked it securely. Brady was sprawled out on the burgundy velvet covered bed, still wearing the clothes she had found him in. He was out cold, but his sleep seemed peaceful and content, his breathing at a soft, steady pace.
She slid her hands down the side of her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. Chloe had changed into a midnight blue dress that fell right above her knee. It showed off every curve and muscle in her body through the tight material, accentuating the fact that the past four years of martial arts training had really paid off. The dress was simple, but it showed off her cleavage, and her well-shaped tan shoulders underneath the tiny spaghetti straps.
It was just a simple item she had picked out of her closet full of clothes. But one that she hoped would be enough to seduce Brady. That was what she intended to do here today. Not only did she want his loyalty, and his pledge to come back to working for her father. She wanted him. In the three years that had passed, she had multiple opportunities for sexual escapades. But, not a single man she had met had ever measured up to Brady, and none of them ever could. Perhaps her reasons were selfish, but her body had ached for three long years to feel his touches again. They had only one night of passion together, but it was enough to haunt her through all this time.
Chloe poured herself a glass of champagne from the bureau and took a seat in the plush chair across from where Brady slept. She watched him closely, the familiar way his chin jutted out slightly as he slept, his lips pursed together as if they were waiting for a kiss. Chloe sipped on her champagne, and scanned her eyes over his body. Even in his clothes, the sight of him stirred her arousal, and she could hardly wait until she could be in his arms once again.
It could have ten minutes or forty-five that she sat there with her eyes trained on him. Finally, he began to shift slightly as the effects of the drugs were wearing off. He groaned softly, and she put her glass aside to watch him intently.
"Wake up, Black... Wake up..."
Brady heard the muffled sound of a voice and he began to open his eyes. The lights in the room were soft and fairly dim, but it still took a moment for him to adjust his eyes. His surroundings were definitely unfamiliar, and he felt a bit dizzy, but pushed himself up on the bed into a sitting position.
His eyes found her immediately. She was sitting in a soft burgundy chair and was the absolute picture of perfection. She uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them sexily, as she smiled at him. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I didn't think you'd ever wake up."
"Chloe... I -- Where are we?"
She grinned at him with a tilt of her bare shoulders. "Another one of my daddy's toys. Submarine. Far beneath the Pacific Ocean."
Brady ran his hands over his face and through his blonde hair. "What? Why? H-how?"
"Now, now... I'll answer your questions in due time. I promise. Tell me what you last remember, Black. Before you fell asleep..."
He was still slightly groggy and he paused for a moment to clear his head. "I -- I remember Paris. And you."
Chloe licked her upper lip and urged him to continue. "What else?"
"We -- we were at your apartment. I got a call on my cellphone, and I left to see your father. I -- I got to the location of the meeting, but I didn't see him. I saw Rolf though... But, I don't remember anything after that."
"Okay... What's the date?"
Brady looked at her in confusion but answered anyway. "September 18th, 2005. Maybe the 19th if I slept longer than I thought... Why are you asking?"
Chloe smiled with complete and utter satisfaction. "It's actually September 18th, 2008 now. You've lost three years. Exactly three years."
"What? Three years? How? How could that happen?"
Chloe stood from her chair and put her hands on her hips. "It's a very long story, Black. You were kidnapped that night in Paris. Brainwashed by one of my father's enemies and taken to the States to live a completely different life. I -- I just got you back today."
Brady shook his head in disbelief. None of it made sense in his cluttered mind. "But... What exactly have I been doing for the past three years?"
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you, trust me. Let's just say, you became a disgustingly righteous person. Not a malicious or naughty bone in your body, and definitely no sense of fun. Not the kind of fun that we used to have." Chloe chuckled at her description of the pure and perfect Brady Black created by John's brainwashing. "So, you don't remember any of that? At all?"
Brady pushed himself off the bed and walked towards her. "Not a single thing. I told you. The last thing I remember is the night I spent with you. Could it really have been three years ago?"
Chloe nodded slightly and Brady walked closer taking in her appearance. She was a vision of beauty just as she had been on that night in Paris, but something about her seemed harder, colder than she was before.
"God, Chloe... What has happened to you? You look different... Like you've been hurt."
Chloe turned her head away and looked towards the floor. "I -- I'm fine. I'm fine. I have missed you though. Things haven't been the same without you around to watch my back."
Brady grinned slightly and Chloe looked back up and into his eyes. "Yeah... Who has been keeping you out of trouble since I've been gone, Chloe DiMera?"
"Me. I had to learn to take care of myself and I have. And, believe me, my father hates it. He hates that I have this streak of independence now. He hates that I don't run to him for everything. And most of all, he hates that I have strong opinions and that I don't always listen to everything he tells me anymore. I'm not so much Daddy's little girl... I do what I want, when I want... and THIS... this is the perfect example of that."
"What? What are you talking about?"
Chloe smiled and placed her hands on his arms. "He doesn't know. He doesn't know what I did to bring you back. But, I had to do it... He refused to even try. But, I wanted you back."
Brady clenched his jaw in anger. "Why? Why did he do that?"
"He said you were a traitor. And traitors don't get second chances. But I -- I couldn't forget about you."
Chloe smiled and brushed her hand over his cheek, staring into his blue eyes. He was truly back where he belonged, and Chloe sensed not a single trace of the man that John Black had turned him in to.
"Chloe... You're... When he finds out, he won't be happy."
"I don't care. I got what I wanted. I want you."
Chloe's eyes pleaded with him, creating an understanding between them. He had so many questions he needed answered, so much to figure out about the missing part of his life. But, not now. Even though three years ago felt like last night, his body told him something different. He ached for her as if he hadn't seen her in far too long.
Brady grabbed the hand that was resting on his cheek and kissed the palm of her hand. The touch of his lips was like fire on her skin, and Chloe felt her entire body grow warm. "You did all of this... just for me..."
Chloe grinned wickedly and nodded. "What can I say? A girl doesn't just forget a night like the one we had..."
Brady slowly made a line of kisses from her hand and up the skin of her bare arm. He dropped her hand kissed her bare shoulder, then made a trail up her neck until they were face to face again. His lips were nearly touching hers and she whispered softly as her eyes locked with his.
"You're back... You're really back."
"And better than ever, baby."
Brady grinned wickedly at her and pressed his lips against hers roughly. Chloe parted her lips and he pushed his tongue in, hungrily exploring the contours of her mouth. She threw her hands around his neck, and lightly tugged at his hair as she pressed her body into his. Chloe sucked on his tongue and Brady put his hands on her hips to pull her even closer.
Chloe was starving for the heat of his skin, and her fingers tugged his shirt until it was loosened from his jeans. She slipped her hands underneath his shirt, and danced her fingers all over his flesh. Brady nibbled on her lower lip, and a shiver went through his spine when he ran his hands up her back. They finally broke off their kiss long enough for Chloe to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside.
Her lips found his collarbone and she lightly ran her tongue down the bone to the middle of his chest. In the three years since they had last been together, he had definitely not let himself go. In fact, his body seemed to be even more sculpted and more perfect than it ever had been before. She ran her tongue over to one nipple, and then the next before planting a trail of kisses all over his abdomen.
She ran her tongue up the middle of his bare chest, standing up so she could once again reclaim his mouth with hers. Her hands danced over his shoulders and down his back, and she noticed the soft patch of skin where he used to have a tattoo of a phoenix. Obviously, when he left her father's employ, the tattoo had been surgically removed.
Brady yanked the straps of her dress down and his hands found the zipper in the back. He quickly yanked the zipper down, and ran his fingers over the exposed skin on her back. Chloe moaned softly into his mouth as he pulled the front of her dress down, exposing her breasts to him, her nipples pert and hard with arousal.
Brady first nibbled at her earlobe and then ran the rough tip of his tongue over her neck, causing Chloe to arch herself into him. His hands ran up her stomach and cupped both of her full shapely breasts. He ran his palms over her nipples and Chloe moaned softly, her skin lit on fire by his touches. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them, as her moans grew louder.
His mouth left her neck, and hungrily clamped on to one of her nipples. He sucked at it as if he was dying of thirst, and Chloe ran her fingers through his hair tugging lightly at it. Brady lightly ranked his teeth of her nipple and then switched to the other one and gave it the same exact treatment. The wetness between her legs grew, as did the intensity of the heat, so she grinded her hips against Brady's thigh, hoping to urge him further.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly and carried her to the bed, tossing her on to her back. There was an element of caring between them, but this had nothing to do with that. This was just pure lust, two bodies hungering for the touch of each other. Brady pulled her dress down all the way and tossed it to the floor.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise at her lack of underclothes, and Chloe licked her lips sexily. "I wanted to be prepared..."
"You always have a plan, Chloe DiMera... I like that about you."
He winked at her and laid his hand on her leg, as his lips returned to her breasts. His fingers trailed up the inside of her thighs, until he hit her moist center. His thumb encircled her clit and Chloe arched her back with anticipation, moaning softly as she did. His fingers teasingly ran up and down her slit, wetting his fingers with her juices. Brady slid his fingers into her p*ssy, and Chloe cried out with pleasure, her hands gripping the velvet bedspread underneath her.
Brady's mouth furiously worked her breasts as he pumped his fingers inside her. Chloe bucked her hips, riding each thrust of his fingers roughly. She dug her nails into his back and moaned loudly.
"Ohhhhh God... Feels sooooo good."
Brady removed his lips from her nipple and made a trail with his tongue down the middle of her chest to her stomach. He planted kisses on her warm mound as his fingers continued sliding inside her. His tongue found her clit and ran over it forcefully, causing Chloe's body to jump as she dug her nails into the bed. His mouth was like fire, and Chloe nearly came when he closed his mouth over her clit and began to suck at it.
Her climax remained at bay for the time being, but she knew it wouldn't be much longer. She opened her eyes to watch him, finding herself even more turned on at the sight of this strong powerful man burying his face in between her legs. She draped her legs over his solid shoulders, and Brady pushed harder, f*cking her with his fingers and tongue frantically.
Chloe felt a shock of electricity that went from her toes to her head as her orgasm slammed into her hard. Her entire body trembled and she issued a scream that shook the walls around her. Brady continued lapping at her p*ssy as Chloe rode out the waves of her orgasm. "Oh Black... I've definitely missed you..."
Brady lifted his face and grinned at her as he crawled back on the bed to hover above her. She was anxious, ready to give him the kind of pleasure that he had just given her. Her fingers hooked around the edge of his jeans and she used her strength to push him on to his back. She quickly undid his jeans, and yanked them away to the floor, his c*ck springing forth, hard and ready for her touch.
Chloe slid up the bed to capture Brady's earlobe in between her teeth. She nibbled and sucked at it while her hand found it's way downward. She slid her hand over his c*ck and began slowly stroking it. Her lips moved down to his neck and she licked and nibbled at his warm skin while her stroking sped up.
She gave him a brief kiss before deciding that no more time should be wasted, and she slid down his body, her mouth poised near his c*ck. Her hand continued stroking him as she ran her tongue all around the tip. Brady groaned with anticipation, his c*ck throbbing as he waited for her to take him in. She slid it into her mouth, slowly at first, sucking at it lightly.
When Brady lifted his hips to urge her further, she easily slid his c*ck into her throat, burying it to the hilt. Brady gripped the sheets tightly in surprise and moaned loudly.
"Oh F*CK, CHLOE... SO F*CKING GOOD."
Chloe started rapidly bobbing her head, sucking harder as she moved her mouth over his long hard length. His grunting grew louder, and Chloe looked at him as she sucked, enjoying the faces he made. He was completely helpless and she had him exactly where she wanted him, wrapped around her little finger.
She knew he was getting close to his peak, so she removed her mouth with one last fluid motion. Chloe sat up and straddled his legs, running her hands over his bare chest. She spoke to him as her hands gripped on to his shoulders, and not as a request, but as a demand.
"Sit up, Black."
Brady did what she asked and pushed himself up with his arms to face her. Chloe pressed her lips against his and her tongue dove inside his mouth passionately. She lifted her hips up and pressed the tip of his c*ck up against her clit, causing both of them to moan with pleasure.
He ran his fingers through her long dark waves, and broke off the kiss to stare deep into her eyes. "I want you... I need you now..."
Chloe nodded and positioned her dripping p*ssy directly over his erection. "I've been waiting for three years to do this again... I'm not going to wait any more."
She easily slid herself on to him, his c*ck filling her up and starting a fire in her belly. Chloe pressed herself against him and began riding him steadily. Her long legs wrapped themselves around his waist as her breasts rubbed into his face. She threw her head back and started riding him harder, his lips finding their way to her nipple, sucking on it roughly.
She squeezed her legs tightly around him and pounded into him as hard as she could, starving to feel another release. Brady's hands ran down her back and gripped on to her firm perfect ass, helping her to push harder. Chloe dug her nails into his back, and screamed out as she reached her second orgasm, this one even more powerful than the first. Her entire body was on fire, and Brady felt the tight muscles of her p*ssy squeeze at his c*ck, drawing him closer to his own release.
Chloe continued riding him but she was so weakened by her own orgasm that she could hardly muster the strength she needed to continue. Brady sensed it instantly and put his hands on her hips to roll her on to her back. She untangled her legs from his waist and Brady kept them spread with his hands until she draped them over his shoulders. She lifted her hips and Brady continued pumping into her furiously.
It only took a few moments of rapid thrusting for him to slam into her with one last powerful move. He made a guttural, almost primal grunt as he filled her with the warmth of his seed. He continued thrusting slowly as his body shook with pleasure.
Chloe watched him come down from the high of his orgasm, and felt something strange going on inside her heart. It was as if she was looking at him with someone else's eyes, seeing something buried deep inside him that no one else could see. She tried to shake those thoughts away as he collapsed beside her and tightly wrapped his arms around her. But, something kept her eyes trained at his half-open icy blue eyes.
She felt a strange tingle go up her spine, and even though she had just experienced two of the most powerful orgasms of her life, it was almost like a tingle of sadness. Her fingers lightly brushed through his hair and she sighed softly. Everything was supposed to be perfect, but something felt off kilter.
The pleasure still coursed through her veins, but her heart wanted to cry as it pounded against her chest. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and tried to fight back tears. Chloe spoke softly to him, her words muffled into the skin of his shoulder. "I love you, Brady."
Brady brushed his fingers through her hair, and she lifted her head to stare up at him, her blue eyes on the brink of bursting with tears. He stared at her in shock, not being able to remember when she had said his first name in the entire time they had known each other or when she had ever looked this sad. "You... What? You said... I love you, Brady."
Chloe paused and realized what she had done. "I -- I guess so. I don't know where that came from... But... I... Nevermind. Forget about it. I guess I got caught up in the moment."
She put her head back on his shoulder, feeling a couple of hot tears spill down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, begging for sleep to find her, praying that when she woke up the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach would be gone.
Brady closed his eyes and stroked her hair softly as he drifted on to sleep. He thought he had Chloe DiMera all figured out, but this was different. Never had he seen her so emotional before, and he knew it couldn't have just been because of their lovemaking. No, something else had caused her to shake with emotion, and he would make sure to find out what it was as soon as she woke up.