Authors: Sam Crescent
Taking His Woman (11 page)
“You’ve still got the lease on your apartment.
We’ll take her with us.”
“You make everything sound so simple,” she
said.
“Because life is
simple if you look at it from different perspectives.”
He kissed
her.
****
Chris saw how nervous she was when he packed
the car for their trip. He wondered what could be so bad about her mother.
Erica’s hands were clenched into fists at her side. She looked pale, and she’d
been quiet all morning.
He typed their destination into his GPS and
then helped her into the car. Most of the journey was spent in silence. She
looked out of the window. After a two hour drive and a stop to use the bathroom
and eat, they were driving down her street. Chris knew this was part of the
worst areas that had been hit by the recession. He’d seen on the news the term
“ghost towns”, and this place qualified for one. There were buildings boarded
up. People in dirty clothes walked the street.
“Home sweet home.”
He heard
Erica mutter.
The thought of Erica growing up in a town like
this made him feel sad. He had thought his past was hard with the death of his
mother and Molly moving in.
This
was
hard.
“Right, if you go to the end of the road, turn
left until the roundabout and then right. It is the last house on the right.”
She sat up giving him directions. “It’s like I never left.”
He followed directions and came to a run-down
house. Three of the four windows were boarded up. The door was off its hinges.
Beer and wine bottles were strewn across the lawn.
“You might want to hide your silverware,” she
said.
Chris smiled, turning off the car. There was no
one in sight.
“Come on. I’d lock your car if you want to keep
it.”
The moment he opened the door he heard the
yelling.
“You’re nothing but a fucking whore. Give me my
fucking drink, and where’s my money?” Seconds later a guy slammed out of the
house. Erica stood, and Chris went to stand next to her.
She was shaking, but she stared at the man with
such hatred.
“You’ve come back then. Your fancy city
boy don’t
want you?” The man leered at her. Chris felt the
rage boil up inside him.
“Don’t worry about him, Chris. This guy is a
waste of time.” A woman came out onto the porch. She held a baseball bat in one
hand. She had the same blonde hair as Erica. Her eyes were piercing green.
Chris knew the woman with the deadly expression was Erica’s sister. He noted
the bruise around her eye and the red marks around her neck.
“Looks like your
sister is back, Beth.
Maybe she could cut you some slack.”
“Get the hell out of here, James, and stay the
fuck away from my sister, you piece of shit.”
The guy, James, smirked and left.
They turned to
“I told you not to come here.”
“You’ve
told me a great many things over the years,
The tooth fairy
and Santa to name a couple.
I don’t hold it against you.” Erica took a
step towards the porch. “Who gave you the shiner?”
“Who do
you think?”
“I’d say
James did, but he’s too damn stupid to.”
Chris felt
like he’d entered an alternative universe. She was up on the porch in seconds
as the first tears fell from her sister. He watched as
Erica.
holding on. “I didn’t want you to see me like this. They closed the factory,
and everything went to shit. No one cares about this place.”
“You
should have said. I’d have sent money.”
“She’d
only have found it, Erica.”
He let
them talk while he kept an eye on his car. Twenty minutes later a woman wearing
a
nighty
with more holes than a rabbit den came
staggering out onto the front. She carried a bottle of cheap liquor, and she
was looking at him.
“I see my
girl has got herself a rich man.” Her words were slurred. The sisters broke
apart, and all hell broke loose.
The mother
aimed the bottle at
hitting her on the head. Erica pushed the woman away and scrabbled with her
sister back to the car.
“We’re
leaving now,” she said. “Have you seen enough?”
“More than enough.”
“No. I
can’t go with you.” Her sister held her head and stood her ground.
“Do you
really want to spend the rest of your life dodging wine bottles?” Erica yelled.
“I can’t
go.”
“Yes. You
can. I did, and I’m doing great. All that other crap can be worked out.”
Chris
started the car up. He wanted out of the town and back to where he could think
properly. He didn’t care about where Erica came from. All he cared about was
being with her for the future.
into the backseat of his car. She looked so fragile in the back. “Do you want
to get anything before we leave? I’m not coming back here to get it,” he said.
“I’m good.
I don’t need anything else with me.”
Chapter Twelve
Erica
spent the rest of the weekend getting her sister settled in her apartment. She
took her shopping and helped her to deal with the changes in her life. Chris
left her to it. He collected her each night to take her home. After so long
away, she finally caught up with what had happened to the mess she left behind.
“Why
didn’t you call me?” Erica asked
to spend the time with her sister.
“I didn’t
want you to know how bad it got. I love you, Erica. You didn’t need to see it.
I couldn’t get out no matter how hard I tried.”
“Why?
You’re a strong woman, and you can achieve anything you set your mind to.”
“Who is
going to want to employ a thirty-year-old woman who can’t read and write?”
“You still
can’t do it?”
“Nope.
I’ve tried to, but nothing works.
Being
with mum seemed a lot better than being rejected or laughed at.”
Erica
nodded her head. The time she spent with
or later.
They were
seated in his study on Monday evening. He was looking over some papers for
work. She was reading a book to try to do something.
“
write,” she said before she could stop herself.
“What?” he
asked.
“My sister.
She can spell her own name and address, but
that’s about it.”
“Didn’t
she go to school?”
“She
missed a lot of time, but things were different back then. Hiding what she
couldn’t do was a lot easier than doing it.”
He put his
paper down. “Does she want to learn?”
“I think
so. I think she’s embarrassed about it. She tries not to show her feelings. I
know she gets upset.”
“I’ll talk
to
have the patience, and he’d love to be able to teach something he loves so
much.”
“Are you
sure?”
“We’ll
introduce them and see what happens. He won’t hurt your sister, I promise.”
****
November
went into December, and life was flying by so fast. Chris knew his father was
doing great. Molly was still keeping him on his toes. His life with Erica was
getting better by the minute. She made their house a home. When he was with
her, he forgot about the world outside and basked in the glow she provided. The
best decision of his life was asking her to marry him. She wanted a small
wedding inside a church. He’d agreed to everything she asked for. Only close
relatives and friends would be present. He had wanted to go to
straight away. Instead, he would wait to finally make Erica Black his wife.
He loved
his woman and would do anything for her. Recently, he’d noticed her watching
him, intensely. He knew Erica from the top of her head to her toes. There was
something bothering her, and he wanted to know what it was. She no longer sat
with him in the library reading her book. He’d find her curled up in bed
looking flushed. When he took her, she was soaking wet, and he knew she was
fingering herself.
Chris
found the idea of her masturbating an incredible turn-on. What he didn’t like
was the fact she was keeping something from him, and he didn’t know what it
was. If she didn’t tell him soon, he’d chain her to the bed until she told him
all of her secrets.
Chapter Thirteen
She left
him working in his office, and she went up to bed. After a shower she climbed
into bed, pulling her book out from under the bed. Trawling the internet one
night, she’d discovered a whole host of different authors who wrote explicit
erotic romance. Each book threw her further into a world she had never known
existed. She knew she wanted to try some of the stuff in the books, but she was
afraid in case Chris didn’t want to.
His lovemaking
was sweet and tender. He never left her wanting. There were times she wished
he’d take charge and go a little rough. The women in the books had men who told
them what they were going to do and did it. She wanted to know what it felt
like to be used, but in a loving way. The point of the books was that the women
were safe and loved by the men who took them.
Chris
loved her. She held zero doubts about his affections. She only wished she could
tell him what she needed.
Checking
the door, she opened the book where she’d dog-eared the page. Several of her
books had pages marked where some of her favourite scenes played out.
She began
to read, becoming absorbed into the characters and the scenes unfolding.
Erica read the book and felt the heat pool inside
her. Her pussy was dripping wet at the visual scene created by the book. She
moaned, moving her hand down to finger her clit. Putting the book down, she
closed her eyes and imagined Chris as the dominant alpha she’d pictured in her
head. He held so much power over her mind and body, and she could see him
ordering her around.
Would he
tell her to get on her knees and suck his cock? At twenty-four she felt like
she had limited sexual experiences, and there were things she wanted to
explore. While he worked, she spent most of time being curious about what she
could explore.
She refused to talk about
her sex life with her sister. The one man she wanted to talk to was the same
man she wanted to take control.
Throwing the blanket off her body, she fingered
her clit, watching her hand move between her legs. She pictured Chris between
her thighs, his large hands touching her body. She cried out his name.
****
Chris opened the door slightly to see his woman
fingering her pussy. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and watched the
scene before him. Her eyes were closed as she flung her head back. She cried
out his name. Her fingers were moving faster over her slit. From where he
stood, the light reflected on her, and he saw she was dripping wet.
He moved into the bedroom, quietly, as he
didn’t want to disturb her. He got closer, and when he could stand it no more,
he covered her fingers with his own.
She opened her eyes, gasping his name.
“I’m here, angel.” She went to move. He turned
and held her down onto the bed. “Move your hand away. Hold onto the head
board.” Chris instructed her. She did everything he asked without question. He
smiled at her compliance.
Unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, he kept
the other over her clit. She was red, wet, and swollen.
“You want to come?” he asked.
She nodded her head. Something had changed in
the air between them. He didn’t want to go soft and gentle. Chris wanted to
order her around and get her to do as he told her. This feral need inside him
hadn’t been present in some considerable time. He’d thought the beast had been
tamed. Watching her finger her pussy had raised the demon inside him. He wanted
to claim her and show her how he could make her body sing.