From Husband to Master

Trying this again.....One male needed, dominate preferred. Please PM
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It was past 3am when Andrea got the call. A call that every wife of a cop hates. Her husband, Sergent Russell Quintero, was shot. It was close, but nothing life threatening. They were going to be sending another officer over to pick her up and bring her to the ER. The doctor wanted to talk to her before they took the Sgt. up to observation for the night. The way it sounded, the news couldn't be good.

Sgt. Quintero was lucky. Extremely lucky. He was shot it the head but the bullet only grazed his temple, knocking him out. He came in and out of consciousness but it wastn't anything too serious. They wanted to keep him for the night.

When the doctor approached Andrea, who calmed down a bit, his features told Andrea something was wrong.

"Mrs. Quintero, your husband seems to be suffering from a mild case of amnesia-"

"What?!" Andrea had cried out. This couldn't be! "How much does he remember?" She thought everything was going to be all right.

The doctor explained it all. Russell knew that he was a cop but he didn't remember what city it was for. He knew he was married but he didn't know who his wife was or what her name is. And that crushed Andrea's heart. How could this be?

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6AM, 3 hours later, Andrea was sleeping in a chair (very uncomfortable to boot) next to Russ' bed. She hadn't left his side since she was allowed to see him. He seemed to be doing OK so far, despite a medium sized bandage on his right temple.

The story was that a small convenience store was being robbed, some junkie who needed money. He freaked when Russ was called and with no provacation, he shot him but not before Russ shot the junkie. Andrea never wanted to get a call from the force telling her that her husband was shot or never wanted someone coming to her door telling her that Russ wouldn't be coming home tonight.

She loved her husband so much. It didn't matter that their sex life wasn't all it was cracked up to be. What mattered was that they loved each other....right?

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There was bad shit in the air. Russell told himself it was just the manure spreader that had been trudging back and forth along the fields all day in the beating heat. But he knew better. It was just one of those nights where things seemed off. It was the sixth sense, the full moon, an uneasy stomach, that thing that cops didn’t want to talk about late at night just before their shift ended. He was so close to going home but he wouldn’t see it for days.

After conversation which quickly turned into an altercation everything went black. Not even the full moon beamed. The warning was over as was life as he knew it.

Russell’s eyes flashed open, darting from one side of the room to the next. By the smell only he could tell he was in a hospital but the sight of tubes and a beeping machine filled him in that something bad had happened. It didn’t help things that his head felt numb or that pieces of his memory had been left on the tip of that bullet.

Doctors came and went asking him questions, many of which were answered with ‘I don’t know’ or ‘I can’t remember.’ They told him the memories would come back in time but when time passed and things were still a mystery the expressions on their faces changed. Even a confused man could tell that the diagnosis wasn’t good. But he kind of already knew. He knew things but... he didn’t know the specifics of them. Of his own life. Russell’s only escape was sleep and he invited the darkness this time as he closed his eyes.

By the time he was caught up he knew he was going to need help remembering. He knew he was probably not going to be the same person he was. Memories help form a person, they build a character and lessons learned. Some of those had been as white washed as most Asian textbooks. For now he just wanted to leave the hospital and go home to a wife he couldn’t remember. Russell was banking on the familiarity of things to suddenly hit, snapping his sense of things back into him. It was all he could hope for.

There he saw her in the room. Just a woman, some girl who if she wore a nurses outfit he wouldn’t be able to tell her from anyone else that had come sifting in and out of the room all hours of the day and night. He was going to have to get used to her again. He was going to have to know her again. He was going to have to fall in love with her again.

Andrea woke with a start. She could feel someone staring at her. Then again, she didn't sleep too good. The nurses had been coming in and out all morning, taking vitals, injecting medication, checking vitals.....talking amongst themselves in whispers....she felt so out of the loop that she didn't understand most of the medical jargen they were using, all she knew was that she wanted her husband to wake up and everything be normal again.

Looking up, her eyes immediately locked with Russ' and she could see the emptiness of recognition in his face as they stared at each other for the longest time.

It took a lot for Andrea not to start crying. She had to be tough. She was a cop's wife, she had to be tough, that was all there was to it. Sitting up in her chair, she brought herself closer to Russ' bed and gave him a very tired smile, "Hey Russell, welcome back honey." She told him as a few tears escaped from her eyes, which she quickly wiped away.

Russell withheld any expression. There was some woman, an attractive one, but a strange woman nonetheless. He knew the problems he had. He’d been told. Even if he hadn’t, he had to know something was wrong. There were the large ink splotches in his memories that not even psychiatrists dared to touch. Doctor Freud would’ve been disappointed... even moreso since any dreams he might’ve had were immediately forgotten.

‘Just go with it,’ he told himself, ‘just go with it.’ It wasn’t the most satisfying answer he had but he couldn’t go forward if he wouldn’t trust. Or at least try. And who would try to fuck with him while he was in this situation? But there had to be some people out there who’d try to screw with him, after all, there was at least one who wanted to shoot him.

“Hey,” was all he could say. “When am I getting out of here?” Russell still felt unwell but he didn’t want to spend another day in a hospital bed. He was tired of doctors, nurses, anyone in white. He just wanted to get out and go home. Wherever that was.

"Wait..wait!!" Andrea panicked and rushed to her husband's side, gently putting her hands on his shoulders and trying to push him back to a laying position. He still had the strength of his former self and wouldn't move. "Ok..." she whispered to herself and gave him shakey smile.

"Russell..." she said, "Honey, I don't know when they'll let you go, and I'm pretty sure it's not going to be today since you just woke up."

She chose her next words carefully, after biting her bottom lip, a habit he had always hated, "Russell..." she looked back to see the nurses at their station, working on paperwork, "Honey, do you know who I am?"

Andrea didn't want to push her questions of interrogating him but she had to know if he remembered her, even just a small flash of memory would make her feel like she hadn't lost her husband.

“I just want to get out of here. Look at me, I’m fine. Go and tell them I’m fine,” Russell didn’t know where home was but he had a feeling he’d feel better once he was there. The last place he wanted to be around were beeping, buzzing machines. Almost any place would’ve been better. Even if most of the people he knew were strangers.

Russell ignored her question, not wanting to take a guess and be wrong. He would’ve guessed wife but he couldn’t recall any faces. Sisters, cousins.... it could’ve been anyone. “Let’s just get out of here and figure things out later.” He didn’t know what else to say to the girl. Nothing but confusion reigned in his head. Everything was foggy at best and he didn’t feel like sitting in a hospital bed was going to help anything. It wasn’t. Maybe he needed to be in another place where all the right people walked around in white coats. All he thought was, he didn’t belong. Russell wanted out and he was tempted to try on his own.

Seeing that Russ wasn't going to budge from his decision, Andrea quickly went to get a doctor or a nurse to see what she could do. When she came back about 10 minutes later, she saw Russ dressed and ready to go. He looked a little calmly and as much as she wanted to stay something, she had a feeling it wasn't going to do any good.

There was nothing said when two doctors, a specialist and a nurse came in to try to talk to Russ, get him to change his mind. Physically there was nothing wrong with him but mentally, he was going through a lot and still needed to talk with some and day for evaluation.

But he woudn't have it. Deep down, Andrea couldn't blame him. She hated hospitals too. So with a whirlwind of instructions from the doctors and specialist, Andrea was soon driving Russ home, taking her time, hoping something would jog his memories.

The two didn't say anything the entire ride home. Andrea was still perplexed that Russ didn't bother to answer her when she asked him if he remembered her. It hurt but now wasn't the time to deal with it. His well being was more important right now and she intended to see this through.

They reached their house, a 2 story colonial home that was a gift from her parents on hers and Russ' wedding day. It was newly refurbished with all the lastest appliances and upgrades of any modern home out there.

Opening the front door, the house was still in the same slightly messy state from the night she got the call. "Well, here it is...home." She told him quietly, letting him enter the house and look around. She had decided on the way home that she would take the guest bedroom tonight and stay there as long as she had to while he was recovering. It just didn't seem right to sleep next to him since he was still unfamiliar with her.

Home was a new world, to him. Not that he’d tell her. She could’ve been anything between an overprotective sister to a wife, he wasn’t really sure yet but he was determined to find out. It wasn’t as though he could be figured out about it, considering the condition he knew he had . But if he had to guess, only a wife would stay with him the way she had. There was little question in his mind but if he found fault in it, he’d soon find an appropriate reaction, at least he hoped. Things were hazy but he wasn’t stupid.

After brief glances throughout the surrounding area of his home he decided to respond to the situation before it got out of hand. Turning to her in the kitchen he decided to announce, “We should sleep in the same room. Its better to do everything as we’ve done before. Everything. So if you want to tell me,” then he paused, “or if you want me to guess in the dark, then we can do that. But I want to get my memory back as soon as possible and if you want to help me in that, then we'll do everything."

"Remind me a little. Which side of the bed did you sleep on?” he asked as the sun began setting and the day called it a day.

Andrea let Russ walk around the house to get used to the layout. She started making something for dinner, as she was slicing up some carrots, she jumped when she heard Russ enter the kitchen.

“We should sleep in the same room. Its better to do everything as we’ve done before. Everything. So if you want to tell me,” then he paused, “or if you want me to guess in the dark, then we can do that. But I want to get my memory back as soon as possible and if you want to help me in that, then we'll do everything."

"Remind me a little. Which side of the bed did you sleep on?” he asked as the sun began setting and the day called it a day.

With a deep blush, Andrea didn't say anything as she reahed for a celery stalk and being cutting it up also. "Well--" she swallowed hard and gave her head a slight shake, "Russ, please, we need to take it slow all right? You've been thru a lot and well, according to the specialist, we shouldn't rush through anything too soon. It will come in time..."

She could feel his stare burning a hole into her back as she turned away from him. It was so hard to say that, if anything, she wish that he would just tell her things would be all right. The old Russ at least. The new Russell....there was something different in his eyes and she couldn't put her finger on it.

Russell wasn’t in the mood. He’d been shot at, shot in a head and couldn’t remember a fucking thing. Not the things that were supposed to matter. All he wanted was to retrieve his memory as soon as he possibly could and he didn’t think that was going to happen being separated from the woman who was supposed to love him. He needed work, he needed love and could get neither.

“Baby,” he spoke as he made his way through the kitchen, speaking as he walked, “I don’t need a fucking specialist to tell me how I feel. Aside from the memory loss I’m fine. I just want to get it back.” And there he was, standing directly behind her while she cut the food. His hands wrapped around her waist, his fingers running along the top of her pants until they found the button holding them together. One hand easily loosened it while the other dove between her panties and flesh.

“You want me better, right? You want me back? Then we have to do things to shake my memory and I’m not prepared to wait.” Russell placed his mouth near her ear, his heated breath beating against her skin while his lips grazed her lobe when he spoke, “I’d go fucking insane having you walk all around the house day and night knowing you’d want to do nothing but date your husband.” Then he pulled his lips away from her ear, placing a kiss against the base of her neck as he continued, “I don’t think the specialist would think that’s very healthy.”

Russell’s hand in her panties began to rub against her as he asked a question she hadn’t answered, “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

Russell’s hand in her panties began to rub against her as he asked a question she hadn’t answered, “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

With a hard gasp, Andrea dropped the knife she was using to cut up vegetables and her eyes closed as she felt him rubbing her. Her body immediately responded to his touching, it was more intense than all the other times before...

She didn't want this happening because the only thing on her mind was that she wanted Russ to get better first. But the intensity of his hand rubbing her and the tone in his voice set off something else inside Andrea's mind. He had never been this aggressive about anything with her....

Andrea found herself leaning back against Russ as he continued to rub her pussy and she felt his kisses become more eager as he nipped at her skin. In the background, the water on the stove was boiling over and that brought Andrea out of her reverie, "Shit!" shs said under her breath and reluctantly pulled away from Russ' hold before turning off the stove.

She was straightening out her pants and tried to hide the deep flush that reddened her face, "Russell, please...I'm only doing what the doctors suggested, we need to take it easy after what you've been through!" She didn't know why she was being this way. It's just, she had almost lost her husband and it all hadn't really hit her that she had him back physically, just not mentally.

"The left side," she told him before literally running out of the room.

Russell watched her scurry away knowing that if it hadn’t been for the stove their private scene would’ve extended from room to room for hours. That she left had no bearing on what he was planning later as he moved in front of the stove. Bringing up his hand that was in her pants he inhaled briefly before tasting what remained of her as he turned away.

With dinner seemingly on hold and the chances of him remembering what happened on television last week being small, he decided to find his wife. Now that he took a little something from her, he was prepared to take a little more if he could find it. Calmly he left the room, heading into the other. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing wrong with him. He’d never felt more right than he had since coming home. Russell knew what he wanted and he wasn’t interested in anything else.

A slight smirk built upon his face as he ascended the stairs, heading to their bedroom where he imagined she was. Counting on her being up there and getting ready he pressed his hand against the half open door, shoving it open as he looked inside. Even if she wasn’t inside he knew he had to get changed and get a shower soon. Anything to get the hospital feel off his skin.

Andrea was in the back yard, pacing.

"Damnit!" she said outloud. She was dying for a cigarrette but that was all it was, a craving. She had actually given up smoking a few years ago with the help of Russ.....

It was a different Russell she was thinking about damnit! She was married to a different Russell! This one that came home with her wasn't whom she married. It wasn't the husband who left that night after they had a huge fight before he went to work.

It wasn't the same Russell she had asked for a divorce from earlier in the week.

Deep down Andrea couldn't help but blame herself for husband getting shot while on the job. She couldn't help but think perhaps he was thinking about them and that was why he was distracted.

She couldn't help but blame herself for all this.

Now she brought Russell home, this new Russell. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to just toss him out. They were, after all, still married....

But man, where he touched her was a place he hadn't touched her in a long time and that scared her....

Nothing was out of the ordinary for Russell. He was merely acting on his instincts, those he felt. If he couldn’t find her now, he reasoned he could wait. Meanwhile he moved toward the closet, rifling through some of his clothes. Not liking many of them he took out what he deemed acceptable, bringing them into the bathroom.

Flipping on the light as he passed by he turned on the hot water, feeling it with his hand after he pulled two towels out from underneath the sink. When it was warm enough he stepped inside the shower, letting the beads of water spray him for the first time in what felt like a long time. Russell felt relaxed and he couldn’t help but linger longer than he had planned.

After fifteen minutes he stepped out, aware that the air around him hadn’t quite caught up to the heat of the water he’d spent a quarter of an hour underneath. After drying off he felt better than he had since waking up. Russell moved into his clothes, shoving his towels off to the side. He’d let Andrea take care of it. Then he left the bathroom, taking one last look in the mirror before leaving.

Walking back down the stairs he looked around for her, not finding her until he saw her in the backyard but he didn’t leave the house to greet her. He stood near a window, looking out and watching her. He did nothing to bring attention to himself nor did he make any signals toward her. He was only watching.

After she calmed down, Andrea headed back inside. She needed to finish dinner after all. But what she had started to cook was ruined since it would turn to mush if she continued to cook it. So she ditched the hot dinner and started to make some sandwiches.

As she busied her hands, her mind was a jumble of thoughts. How was she going to handle all this with Russ? What was going to happen? Would he ever regain his memory?

It was all too much to think about right now.... she finished up the sandwiches and called out, "Russ! I'm leaving your dinner on the counter!!" She hoped he heard her as she disappeared to the small den where she saw her book she had been reading when the police had arrived at their house that night.....

~~~later~~~
With her sandwich half gone, Andrea found she couldn't concentrate on her book. She had set it down and decided to go ahead and head to the spare bedroom. She remembered what Russ had said earlier about the bed but she refused to spend his first night home with him in the same bed. She just wanted him to concentrate on him getting better....

Russell could smell the burn coming from the kitchen but he ignored it as Andrea tried correcting her problem. The night went on mostly silent but it gave him time to reflect about everything that had happened. It wasn’t enough for him. After he finished he decided to climb the stairs, where his wife went. But he made the right turn at the top of the stairs, leading him into the guest room where she seemed to be escaping.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked after opening the door. “If you’re tired, then let’s go to bed. You’re my wife and you’re not sleeping in here.”

Russell pushed the door open wider, letting the light from the hallway creep inside, splashing the room with illumination. He stood still, not moving. He’d already decided that he wasn’t going to go to bed without his wife and just as it seemed his face was, so too was his mind set in stone. It was immoveable and unchangeable.

“Let’s go," and he moved into the room, flipping on the light. "Do you have anything you need to bring?"

Andrea was too tired to argue right then and there. She had just spent the last couple of nights at the hospital, sleeping in impossible positions next to Russ.

She didn't want to start anything right now. Tonight Andrea was dressed more modestly for bed than she would've been before Russ' accident, well, to be honest, before she and Russ had started to have problems.

"I'm sorry...I forgot," she said half heartedly as she walked past him, trudging to their bedroom. Andrea thought that if she would just wait until Russ fell asleep then she could come back to the guest bedroom....

After she passed by him he let the guest room door close, heading toward their bedroom. Once they both entered he shut that door as well but left on the light, staring at Andrea. “You’re making this feel more like a tense friendship, a roommate situation. I may have been shot but I still know the meaning of the ring on this finger. So why don’t you stop pretending its winter and disrobe.”

Between the hospital, the exhausting day and hardly exchanging more than a few words with his wife, a catalyst was brought to rise. Russell decided that he wasn’t going to hold it in anymore; words, desires, wants.

“This act you’ve got going on has to change. We’re married and we’re going to start acting like it. So drop whatever’s going on in your head. It’s the only way to start living again.” And while he said this he didn’t take his eyes off her, nor had he moved from the door. Something seemed odd to him but he didn’t care if she wanted to do it or not.

"This isn't an act!" Andrea said, not too convincingly. "Look, I just want you to get better and well, I don't want to hinder anything." She was not backing down. "Listen Russell, I'm sorry about earlier all right? Things are just... I don't know, I'm still trying to get it out of my head that you're changed. You're not the same person who left here after our fight that night...you're--"

It was then Andrea realized she let it slip about their fight. She backed up against the bed. "I mean, a lot has changed and I'm just trying to deal with it the best I can all right?" She dared to look him in the eyes and could see the fire burning there as the truth finally seem to hit him.

"Look, just for tonight, let's sleep in the seperate rooms--" He didn't let her finish....

“No,” was his only reply. Everything she had told him just didn’t matter to him. What he wanted was what he wanted and he wasn’t about to give up on it. Instead he looked between Andrea and the bed before adding, “What happened before doesn’t matter. Things are different now and they’ll remain different. Maybe I’m not who I was before and maybe I don’t want to be. Sometimes things happen to change your life and they’re not all bad.

“Now get on the bed,” he spoke with a stern voice. “I’m not going to play the wait and see game with my wife, the woman whose supposed to love me. And obey.”

Russell wasn’t about to move from the door to let her escape. He wasn’t in a mood to fight but he wasn’t willing to back down either. He hadn’t completely forgotten who he was but the patches told him that he didn’t want to return to a life he knew he couldn’t live.

There was something about the look in Russ' eyes that was different. Andrea couldn't put her finger on it but the tone in his voice had her thinking twice. She relented and finally after a few moments of forced silenced between them, she crawled into bed, laying down.

After a while, the lights went off and she felt Russ get into bed beside her. He moved close to her and she felt his arm wrap arond her waist and that made her gasp. But she didn't flinch nor try to pull away.

How long had it been since he held her at all, even in bed? His warm breath being felt on the back of her neck....

"Do you remember anything at all Russ? Anything of what happened?" she asked in a hushed whisper...

Russell watched her cave and head toward the bed. There was to be no more giving in on his end. Only when she seemed to stop fidgeting did he shut off the light and head into bed. Pulling the blankets aside he moved close to her, his body flush against hers as he wrapped an arm around her.

Then he heard her. And he returned, “Everyone has their cross to bear. A memory is mine and yours is me.” After this he laid his lips, pressing them against the nape of her neck. His hand slipped from her stomach, over her clothes. There was no hesitation from him as he passed her waist and his hand slipped over her clothed pussy.

He rubbed her gently, reminded of the incident in the kitchen earlier. However things once were, they seemed to have changed. He could tell that much just by gauging at her reactions. But things were never going to be the same way again.

"Russell....we..shouldn't....do anything to....impede...." that was all Andrea could get out as she felt his hand rub at her pussy harder. Her breathing was starting to match is quickening breath. All of Andrea's senses were on over load as her body craved this touch from this man....from any man!

With her eyes shut tightly, she pushed against Russ as she blindly reached down to pull down her pajama bottoms over and off her hips with his rough help, she was free of them and his hand immediately found her smooth pussy. Andrea cried out, which surprised her but didn't stop her from continuing to cry out!!

She spread her legs, giving him free reign to between her legs...at the same time Andrea could feel Russ' hard cock pressing into her backside. This whole thing was new to her her and surely it was new to him. Usually their lovemaking was nothing like this....hell, she can't remember a time when it was ever like this....

"Russs...we need to...stop..." She pleaded but knew it wasn't going to stop him.

To stop would’ve been easy from the eye of an observer but Russell felt pent up and a need only a woman’s pussy could satisfy. Andrea’s weak complaints about wanting to stop had been stolen by a mischievous wind before her words reached his ears. Plus her willful removal of her panties told him she wanted this as much if not more than he did. Although he would’ve been blind if he hadn’t seen the same thing in the kitchen earlier in the night.

When he felt her body give in to his silent will he pulled away. Russell moved off the bed as he dropped the clothes he wore into a puddle on the floor. Struck by the moonlight he glanced toward the window before advancing toward her side of the bed. Reaching down he grabbed hold of the blankets covering her, throwing them from the bed. What was running through his mind, he wasn’t going to give up on.

“On your hands and knees,” he spoke from his superior stance. The bed was as bare as he was and there was no way she was getting out of the room before he fucked her. The door was blocking her exit and there’d be no way he’d let her overpower him. However things once were, they were no longer that way and would never be that way again.