A Time Traveler's Companion: Chapter 19: Another Secret-Excerpt

 

(Excerpt from Chapter 19: Another Secret)

Trigger warnings: Sexual content

In the previous chapter, Mr. Smith sustained injuries during his latest adventure on another planet and was recuperating in the infirmary. Meanwhile, Remi, feeling restless, decided to explore the intriguing yet peculiar rooms and corridors of the monolith. As she wandered through the vast time ship, she stumbled into the main control room and inadvertently touched one of the crystals on the matrix table, resulting in a powerful shock that knocked her out. When Mr. Smith finally emerged from the infirmary, he discovered her unconscious on the floor and promptly carried her to his room, laying her on his bed until she regained consciousness. Although she had been traveling with him for weeks, once he returns her home, it will feel as if she never left at all.

I would like to mention that Remi is currently 18 years old and approaching 19. It seems important to provide this information for context. Also she still lives with her parents.

   I found myself lying on his bed. Rubbing my eyes, everything looked blurry then as my vision cleared, I looked around. My clothes were neatly folded on the sofa in his room. I lifted the sheets and discovered I was completely naked, I gasped.

 “What happened?” I said to myself.

“Mr. Smith will be in to explain,” said the AI.

“Oh great,” I paused and realized that I might’ve been here for a few days, well it kinda felt like it.

 “No, oh shit, my parents are going to lose their minds.” Mr. Smith walked into the room, his attire incomplete. He had black cotton pajama pants but was shirtless, and I found myself unable to look away; his face was etched with unmistakable indignation. Gradually, I pushed myself up and leaned against the headboard, wrapping the sheets around me for warmth. He came closer and sat down next to me on the bed. 

“Remi, do you recall when I warned you about the crystals?” I nodded, feeling like a reprimanded child. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, pressing my lips together and gently biting my lower lip. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

 “You’ll be okay,” he said, then hesitated. “But…”

 “But what?” I interrupted. He shook his head, “It’s nothing, but please don’t let it happen again.” He smiled and kissed my lips. I got the distinct impression that I should be worried, but I decided not to ask him for more information. He stood up.

“There is something else,” he said. I gulped, “What is it?”

“When you touched the crystal, the AI scanned your memories.” His brow furrowed, and a flush of anger crept across his face. My eyes widened in realization; he didn’t have to utter a single word. He had pieced together everything about me seeing Melanie at the nightclub in 1936 and not telling him. Also, going with her on another time travel escapade, which I had kept from him. I exhaled deeply, “I made a mistake, just try to see it from my perspective,” I implored and said, “I would like to go home, please.” He turned his gaze away, clearly let down, before meeting my eyes once more. Rising to his feet, he faced me with his arms folded. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, taking a moment. “I need to think about what to do next, alright?”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, but he just stayed quiet, which made me restless.

“Hold on, why?” I paused choosing my words carefully, “Okay, I went with her, but you’re the one I choose to travel with, don’t you get it? And what’s the big deal about traveling with Melanie. What are you not telling me?”

 “Do you really want to know the truth?” I nodded. “She’s only interested in you as a potential companion because she’s checking you out,” he replied.

 “What do you mean?” He settled back on the bed next to me, his face close to mine. “She’s probably after another body, and I think she picked you just because you’re with me. We’re not a couple anymore; we’re rivals now,” he paused, “well I see it that way. I fear that she’s trying to snatch you from me out of spite. I shook my head and said, “You’ve got it all wrong.” Then a thought hit me, and I asked, “So, am I just your possession, like a pet?” He stared at me without saying a word. “So, it’s true, I am his pet, his plaything, maybe his next body, I thought to myself. I trembled. “She is afraid,” the AI interjected.

 “Damn that AI,” I mused and frowned. Letting out a deep sigh I asked, “Can I go home?”

 He responded with a weary sigh, “Not at this moment,” before rising to his feet and exiting the room without a backward glance. Left in solitude, I turned to the AI, seeking to uncover the events that transpired between him and Melanie, leading up to the moment he crossed paths with me.

 At first, the AI seemed reluctant to share any information, but after a brief pause, a holographic screen materialized in front of me, coming to life and showcasing the moments of their last day together.

I won’t sugarcoat it; my heart ached as I witnessed the tender moments they shared. The scene shifted to when Melanie entered his room, taking a portion of the money from every era known to man, before slinging the brown leather messenger bag over her shoulder. I spotted the quantum time manipulator strapped to her wrist. She probably acquired it without his knowledge, clever. In a flash, Melanie sprinted out of the room toward the main control room. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith was oblivious, enjoying a shower and unaware of the unfolding chaos.

 “Why didn’t you stop her?” I questioned the AI.

“I had no directive to do so,” it responded. My brow furrowed as my suspicion deepened. The AI displayed the location from which Melanie had escaped from Mr. Smith. It turned out they were in the 1950s, which explained the vintage attire she was wearing at the time. As soon as she exited the monolith, she activated the quantum time manipulator and disappeared.

 "I can't believe she actually pulled that off," I exclaimed. The AI then displayed the moment Mr. Smith encountered me. At that point, he had been on a quest through time to find Melanie. The AI revealed to me, "Mr. Smith had been searching for Melanie for quite some time, but she managed to stay one step ahead. It appears she found someone to help her remain concealed from him."

 I gasped and whispered, "Jack."

"When Mr. Smith found you, he had tracked her to that spot using the device implanted in her. However, she quickly caught on to his pursuit. With the quantum time manipulator, she transported onto her companion's ship, who was tasked to kill Mr. Smith. He was the man you saw on the hill." I was in shock, struggling to absorb this revelation.

 "No," I breathed. A hush fell over the conversation before the AI resumed, “Her new companion took aim at Mr. Smith, but you stepped in front of him and Jack couldn’t get a clear shot. In response, Melanie communicated with him through an earpiece, instructing him to hold off. When you looked back up at the hill before entering the monolith, the man disappeared because he too has a quantum time manipulator.” I remained silent, pondering, then I asked, “Wait a minute. I do remember that moment and Mr. Smith had told me that the man I saw on the hill was coming toward the monolith and then he asked me to make a choice, to go with him or not.”

“Correct,” it replied. With a deep sigh escaping my lips, I found myself momentarily speechless, but eventually I whispered, “Thank you for sharing the truth with me.” At the time, the AI only revealed a portion of the truth. Tears began to stream down my face just as Mr. Smith entered the room. 

He looked at me, taken aback by my tears, unaware of the reason behind them. I doubt the AI was meant to unveil what it did. “I regret what I said Remi," he hesitated, "My love for you is so deep that I fear you might abandon me, just like Melanie did." In that instant, it dawned on me that his actions were rooted in his own insecurities. How could someone so strikingly handsome and full of life experience such doubt? I wiped my tears and said, "I love you too."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine with a gentle urgency, and soon we were wrapped in each other’s arms, with an intensity that ignited every nerve of my being. He made love to me, his arms enveloping me tightly as if I were the very air he breathed. When he entered me, it was with a powerful thrust, dominant and passionate, that left me breathless, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the afterglow. As time passed, we journeyed to two different worlds. One was a desert planet, its crimson sands stretching endlessly. 

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We arrived at our destination in no time at all. The monolith appeared in the heart of the city, surrounded by towering buildings made of stunning, shimmering glass-like structures. Stepping out of the monolith, I couldn't help but feel amazed by the breathtaking scenery.

 "Wow, it's absolutely beautiful," I exclaimed, my eyes wide and my mouth slightly agape. While strolling, we caught the gaze of numerous onlookers, intrigued by our unique outfits, or I should say my outfit. Mr. Smith fit in, wearing his black blazer, a white button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing a bit of his chest, and black pants. It was hard not to notice that everyone else was clad in black and white attire. Curiously, I raised an eyebrow and observed as they walked by. Mr. Smith gently held my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

 "Don't pay them any mind," he advised. “They’re just curious.”

 "This place is” I paused as I looked at a woman walk by then added, “Different." He chuckled and affectionately said, "You're adorable," planting a kiss on my forehead. My brow furrowed and I blushed, smiling nervously. "I think they're more interested in the monolith than us," he noted. Indeed, some people were approaching it and even touching it. It was surprising for the onlookers to witness the monolith vanish right before their eyes, causing them to jump back with a start. Almost everyone was dressed in black and white, wait I mentioned that. A girl, who seemed to be my age, strutted past us in a black mini dress with zippers for a daring touch, long lace-up black boots, a checkered black and white belt, some jewelry, and spiked hair.

Not everyone sported such a bold look, but the color palette remained consistent - black and white. While strolling along the sidewalk, I paused to feel the wall of a building, which turned out to be a smooth, sleek surface made of an unfamiliar material. I could observe black and white bullet trains speeding through enclosed tube-like tracks all over the city. Inhaling deeply, I noticed the air was refreshingly clean. 

 "Have you been to this place before, Mr. Smith?" I asked him as we strolled down the street hand in hand.

"Yeah, it's been a while," he replied abruptly, leaving me to ponder if he had visited with someone else in the past. The idea made me feel a bit unsettled. Getting into a self-driving electric taxi, I shot him a quick look from the corner of my eye, debating whether I should delve deeper into his history by asking more questions. The taxi's exterior gleamed in white, contrasting sharply with the all-black interior that had synthetic glass with small holes separating us from the front cab.

The side doors opened automatically for passengers, while the front control panel remained out of touch for those in the back. Surprisingly spacious, the taxi could fit up to six people. "Head to the Leisure Palace Tower," he instructed the taxi's computer. Looking out of the cab's tinted windows, I marveled at the stunning cityscape before me, feeling overwhelmed by its beauty. Mr. Smith was staring at me with a look that combined longing and desire, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. It seemed like he had hidden intentions for our time together, and I couldn't help but sense that he wanted something deeper from me. I quickly averted my gaze. Trying to distract myself, I asked him about the people here, wondering if we had finally expanded our civilization to other planets.  

"I've noticed that everyone here is human. Have we truly colonized other worlds?" I asked.

 "Yes, indeed. Your people have accomplished that. It's now the year 2203, and this planet is one of the six that humans have successfully colonized," he responded. "2203," I whispered to myself in disbelief. The taxi left us at the hotel, and upon entering the lobby, I immediately noticed the sophisticated decor.

A checkered black and white carpet covered the floor, with cushioned chairs placed on top. Black ceramic pots held plants, and large black and white paintings adorned the walls. The room's focal point was a stunning crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its brilliance standing out against the monochromatic theme.

 "Wow," I whispered as I glanced around. We checked in and we rode the glass elevator up to our room on the 13^th floor. Upon entering, I was in awe. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the city, with hillsides shimmering in the distance, with something glittering on them in the sunlight.

 “What is that shining on the hillside? It looks like….”

 “Crystals,” he interjected. I set my backpack down on a chair. “Really. Wow, they’re beautiful,” I said. I gazed out the window, marveling at the breathtaking view. The room's automated shutters and skylight roof added to the modern convenience. Suddenly, he appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my slender waist and holding me tightly. Our cheeks brushed against each other, and I closed my eyes, releasing a contented sigh. My heart skipped a beat as I felt his warm breath against my cheek. He gently turned me around, never letting go of our embrace. "I took the liberty of booking us a Day Spa appointment, followed by dinner. Tomorrow, we can explore the stunning landscapes and visit the Blue Crystal Caves," he said. 

"Awesome," was all I could say. I was taken aback by the beauty of the surrounding city and him.

 "Anything you desire," he responded, hugging me even tighter. I stared into his eyes, wondering if I was now his girlfriend. His captivating coffee brown eyes locked onto mine, and he gave me a gentle smile, causing my cheeks to blush.

"Thank you," I said, and asked, "When should we go to the Day Spa?" He responded, “In forty-five minutes.” As I glanced around the room, and noticed the small black fridge, probably filled with cocktail drinks, and the king-size bed covered in soft white sheets. But then it hit me, there was only one bed. My heart skipped a beat, and I let out a soft gasp. He casually tossed his black blazer onto the bed and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined biceps beneath his crisp white button-up shirt. He was undeniably attractive. Feeling a bit anxious, I said, “Um, I’m going to use the bathroom.” He nodded and before I knew it, he approached me, gently cupping my face and planting a lingering hard kiss on my lips. It caught me off guard, but in a good way. I managed to smile before retreating to the bathroom to collect my thoughts.

Being in the year 2203 felt surreal, and I wished I could’ve shared this experience with someone like Leila. The realization hit me - what if he wanted to take things further? I pondered the possibilities, whispering to myself, "One bed, oh my God." I stared at my reflection in the mirror, questioning why he chose me and what he wanted from me. With a murmur, I contemplated the situation, asking myself, "What should I do?" After taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage. "Alright, I can do this," I reassured myself, mustering confidence as I prepared to leave the bathroom. As I stepped out, I found him sitting on the bed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. "You look stunning," he complimented with a flirtatious smile, patting the space next to him. I hesitantly sat down, feeling a bit awkward at first, my heart racing. His fingers caressed my hair before grazing my lips, causing him to gulp audibly.  

 "I suppose we have a bit of time before our spa appointment," he said as his gaze fixed on me contemplatively, pondering his next move. I nervously swallowed, asking, "So, what would you like to do?" His arm encircled my shoulder as he leaned in for a kiss, prompting me to recline on the bed. His body pressed against mine, his lips exploring mine tenderly. His tongue delved into my mouth, as his hand slipped beneath my blouse to toy with my bra. Lifting my blouse over my bra, he unhooked it skillfully, gently teasing my nipples with his tongue until they stiffened. The knock on the door broke the moment, but he hesitated to stop.

"Room service," the voice called out, causing Mr. Smith to reluctantly pause. With a soft groan, he acknowledged the interruption and got up to answer the door. As he left, I remained in a daze, filled with the lingering feeling of love. I watched as he walked to the door. With a swift tap on the panel beside the door, it slid open, allowing the man to enter. As I hastily fixed my rumpled attire, the man's gaze shifted between me and Mr. Smith, a sly grin spreading across his face, he raised an eyebrow. “I brought you complimentary lunch from the kitchen,” he said. Mr. Smith looked at me and winked. The server pushed the cart in.

“Thank you and here’s for your troubles.” Mr. Smith gave him a gold coin and closed the door.

 “So, you carry gold coins with you?” I asked. He smiled and lifted one of the lids from the bowls on the food cart.

 “Looks good,” he said, “And yes, I do.”

 “Oh, okay,” I chuckled and shrugged. I stood up and walked toward him. I looked at the food.

 "We should make our way to the spa appointment," he glanced at his watch.

 "Is it almost time?" I asked.

  "It's always good to arrive a little early. I assure you that once we return," he paused, gently caressing my cheek, "We'll continue to get to know each other better." He tilted his head to the side, flashing a charming smile. I blushed and nervously played with a strand of my hair. Realizing my childish behavior, I quickly stopped.

 "Wait a second," I started, with a hint of confusion evident in my voice. "I thought our plan was to have a fancy dinner at that upscale restaurant later?" He simply shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with the intensity in his eyes as he drew me closer, “We have three days to do that.” In that moment, I could see his intentions clearly etched on his face. Despite my lingering doubts, there was an undeniable comfort in his presence, a sense of security that allowed me to surrender myself completely - my heart, my affection, and even my virginity. No one had ever evoked such emotions within me. His captivating smile and the way he enveloped me in his arms effortlessly erased any lingering worries. I couldn't help but wonder why someone with his irresistible charm and magnetic personality didn't already have a significant other. As he strode towards the closet, he tapped a hidden spot on the wall, causing it to swing open effortlessly. Inside, there were two pristine white robes. I picked up the charming mini toga robe tailored for women, featuring a delicate matching sash.

 His toga robe, fell to his knees and was accompanied by a white sash to cinch at the waist. Both enticing, crafted from a light terry cloth material.

 "Are they serious about this attire?" I pondered aloud, casting a doubtful glance at the clothing before letting out a soft chuckle.

 "It's necessary," he affirmed, pausing as he settled on the bed. "And remember, no undergarments, just these robes," he instructed. I hesitated briefly, mulling over his words. "Well, I suppose," I acquiesced, taking the robe and heading to the bathroom to change. After slipping into the robe, I emerged from the bathroom, only to find Mr. Smith gazing at me with admiration. Feeling a tad self-conscious, I shyly looked away with a smile. "Should we go barefoot or what?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence in the room. He gestured towards the closet, indicating our footwear options. He informed me that there should be a pair of sandals in the closet. As I approached, the door slid open, revealing both male and female sandals on the floor. I picked up a pair, feeling his intense gaze on me, watching every move with desire.

 "Nice," I remarked, examining my sandals. Handing him his pair, I couldn't help but notice his arousal apparent through his pants. He stood up and took off his clothes. My eyes widened as I admired his incredible physique. I couldn't tear my gaze away, but I realized what was happening, I quickly turned around. He grinned and chuckled, enjoying my reaction. "You're so cute. Maybe we should skip the spa and spend the day here," he remarked teasingly, his tone suggestive as he winked. After he got dressed, he gestured towards the door, “Let’s go,” he said. Holding hands, we made our way to the luxurious spa on the lower level of the hotel, reminiscent of a Beverly Hills retreat for the wealthy. The entire decor was a sophisticated blend of black and white, from the pictures on the walls to the elegant chandeliers hanging above.

The room was adorned with a few decorative plants in black pots, adding a touch of nature to the monochromatic theme. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair and light brown eyes dressed in a chic black and white dress with white sandals, welcomed us. I couldn't help but wonder about their fixation on black and white. Despite my initial hesitation to undress completely, Mr. Smith's reassuring nod put me at ease. As we lay on the massage tables, his intense gaze filled with longing and desire made the experience even more alluring, but it also made me feel uneasy. I chalked it up to nerves. Later, I indulged in a soothing hot stone massage that melted away my stress. A stunning woman inquired if I desired a grooming session for my pelvic area. "Men adore a well-groomed pussy," she whispered seductively. 

Blushing, I hesitated before responding, "Well, I suppose." The room was filled with an intoxicating aroma that heightened my relaxation and happiness. The woman, with her hair elegantly tied up, had hands as soft as silk as she massaged me. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith luxuriated in one of the hot tubs in another room. After our blissful time at the day spa, we strolled back to our room. There was something about that place that put my mind at ease and made me feel truly beautiful. He wrapped his arm around my slender waist and drew me close.

 "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. With a contented smile, I replied, "I loved it. It was incredibly relaxing, and I've never experienced a day spa like that before."

 "Well, I'm delighted to have given you this unforgettable experience," he said, winking and planting a tender kiss on my head. As we walked down the hallway towards our room, a woman with sunglasses and sandy blonde curly hair glanced at us curiously. At first, I didn't recognize her, dressed in a knee-length dark brown leather coat and knee-high black flat boots, but upon a closer look, I realized she was the woman from the park. I let out a soft gasp. As she passed, I saw a holster under her coat, hinting at a concealed weapon. 

Her gaze lingered on me before shifting to Mr. Smith, scrutinizing us. My brow furrowed as she walked past, and I glanced back at her, but she never turned around. I wondered if Mr. Smith knew her and if she was bothered by seeing us together, yet it seemed he hadn't even noticed her presence. "Are people allowed to carry weapons so openly around here?" I asked. He gave me a curious look. "Yes, but they are not permitted to use them. Why do you ask?"

 "Well, that woman who just walked past us had a holster with a weapon. Did you see her?" He glanced back, but she had already vanished around the corner.

 "I didn't really pay attention," he admitted, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of us together. I am far more observant than him, and the woman's gaze appeared intimidating and slightly menacing. I made a confused face. Upon reaching our room, we both removed our sandals. Collapsing onto the bed, I closed my eyes, feeling utterly relaxed and beautiful with my hair cascading around me. As we lay side by side, he reached out and held my hand, drawing closer to me and initiating a passionate kiss. Gradually, he began to undress me, revealing my bare chest as his lips caressed my skin. His hands explored my body, whispering words of admiration as we became entwined in a fervent embrace, lost in each other's touch. I gingerly parted my legs, and he showered me with tender kisses, leaving love marks on my inner thighs. His tongue found its way to my pulsating, wet clit, teasing and caressing it skillfully. He guided me to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. With my hands entangled in his hair, his tongue delved into my moist tunnel, greedily savoring it. 

Ecstasy washed over me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. As he pleasured me orally, his fingers skillfully explored my depths. Moving upward, his lips trailed kisses along my belly and up to my breasts. Lost in pleasure, I barely noticed as I shifted further up the bed. With a soft moan, I felt his hard, thick member slide into me, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. The rhythm intensified; his arms enveloped me tightly. Arching my back, I released a tantalizing moan, unable to form words. Pain ripped through me, as he tore through my hymen. My moans of ecstasy drowned out any other noise as every fiber of my being tensed and my pulse quickened. His thrust became more aggressive, his kisses more urgent. In a brief instant, I caught a glimpse of a flash of blue in his eyes, but I squeezed my own shut, refusing to acknowledge it. I convinced myself that his otherworldly origins were the reason his eyes seemed to glow with passion. 

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