CONTROLLING HER: 7 BOOKS COMPLETED BOX SET - (Adult Short Reads Romance Novel Stories Series): Contemporary Love Thriller, Suspense, Control & Erotic Menage ... Male Domination Novellas 1 2 3 4 5 6 7) (16 page)

I had a master plan. One that was sure to win Claire’s heart all over again, I wasn’t sure why it took me so long to come up with this. What really took me so long? In the beginning I’d always surprise her, with either her favourite snack, fruit, chocolate once in  a while, and on special occasion flowers, sometimes I’d just be passing the men by Devon House and buy my wife flowers because they made me think of her. Not all men were meant for marriage. Not every man would feel that warmth in their gut when they thought about who they were going to, not every man could fall in love and stay in love. I was happy with myself; I was one of those fortunate men. I still loved her after all these years. It didn’t have to be Valentine’s Day for me to remind her that. Tonight would be special.

Mom, was going to church today, I agreed to go with her, because I wasn’t about to turn God down directly. I may have ignored him, but I’d never refuse him. I felt like when I got my calling I’d knew it would be him, so far I was a wonderer. But I knew soon enough he’d call me home. Tomorrow may be too late, but today just wasn’t the right day, I was so confused; I didn’t want to repent and turn back. I couldn’t do that, I was too afraid of backsliding so I never gave in. I’d been tempted to go to the alter so many times.

Mom would always look at me through the corner of her eyes when it was time for anyone who wanted to give their lives to God to go up to the platform. I always acted like I didn’t see her, looking straight ahead of me. Once she’d caught me dead in the eye, I said nothing just shook my head no, and looked away from her disappointed face. Soon I’d be ready.

This was the church I wanted to marry Veronica in. Had wanted to, still wanted to. As the service went along I tried my best to keep it together, it was a strong service, people where getting into the spirit all around me, mom was signing stomping her feet, the power in the room was amazing, I felt God’s presents. A young girl, went up to the mike, choir in tow, “What can I give to you, the great I am, I am not a shepherd so I cannot give a lamb…” she sang beautifully, next the youth group did a short skit of a young man addicted to violence, who finally gave in to God, it was touching. The pastor came to the mike, before delivering his short sermon he read.

“First Corinthians thirteen verses four to six” I watched as mom skipped through her bible finding it just in time that was very quick. “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Amen brothers? ” I finally broke, the tears came down my face like river, I cried a silent cry, for the first time, and my heart let go of all the anger I had been harbouring. Veronica, I needed forgive her. But I didn’t know if I could. I prayed for the first time in years, begged God to forgive, for my ways for my wrongs, for my mother’s wrongs, for my anger, for the hatred I had for what Veronica had done to me and I prayed for Veronica, that he’d deliver her as well. When the pastor asked, I went to the altar.

I got home from my job at about eight thirty; the house was in complete darkness. Alex should be asleep, but he’d usually convince his father to let him watch TV, it seemed like no one was home. I immediately panicked. Did Adam take Alex and left? What would I do, I threw my towel to the ground and was about to break out in a run to Alex’s room in the darkness praying my baby boy was in his bed fast asleep and Adam was beside him.

“Don’t turn the light on.” It was Adam’s voice; he was in the darkness, waiting for me.

“Adam, are you insane? Is everything ok are you hurt?” I reached for the switch by the wall,

“No don’t!”  He yelped. A different type of panic set in,

“Adam what’s going on? Why are you in the darkness? Why can’t I turn the light on.” He got up, came towards me. Kissed my sweaty forehead.

“Nothing’s wrong, we’ve been lost Claire, it’s time to find our way.” He pulled my spaghetti strap down taking my bra strap with it, my breast sprung free, they were tender from all the jiggling from my jog, he then kissed my neck, pulled my shorts and panties down took my sneakers off too. I was stark naked, in the dark by my front door. He locked it, then whispered

“I want you bare, just as you are, like I’ve always wanted you, today we are going to let go of the pass, walk into the future naked as we were born, wash our wrongs away, start anew. Do you understand.” I didn’t.

“Yes.” I said,

He turned the light on, rose and other kinds of flower petals lead across the room to the corridor, he was naked too, he looked at me, looked into my eyes, I saw the pain, I saw the longing.

“Will you come with me?”

I didn’t know what to say? A new? Was this really happening? I nodded, he turned the light back off, “Adam wait, there’s something I have to tell you.” “No, you don’t, we are leaving the past in the past.” He gently led me through our darkened house, to the bathroom.

Candles were everywhere; they lined the sink, the side of the tub against the wall. The water had only rose petals on top of it, I smelt a hint of vanilla and cinnamon, there were bubbles on top of the water to the corners of the tub, tears ran down my face. Adam was a good man, a man I loved beyond words, a man who loved me. My husband a beautiful man. He climbed into the tub, held my hand and I stepped in. He ran his hands along my curves, sat down, the water raised up my legs, he held my waist and guided me down between his legs. He kissed the side of my face, and pulled me into his arms and held me for the longest while. His penis pressed firmly against my back, comfortably. We were so still I could feel his heart beating. He then took the loofah up, and began to wash my back, I tilted my head to the side, he kissed my neck, not sexually, lovingly, he washed my body, we turned around so I washed his, I cried silently. He kissed me passionately. I was very much still in love with my husband, and I hadn’t even known it. I felt saved. I knew for a fact Bill leaving me was probably for the best. Either way I was sure I would’ve eventually picked the right man.

Adam then carried me into the bed room, towel wrapped around my still wet body. He laid me down, “Where’s Alex?”

“At my moms’” those were the last words.

He dried me off, laid beside me, played in my hair, his penis at attention, I took it into my hand, circularly worked it slowly, he kissed my neck, kissed me as I got closer to him. Played with my nipples, slid his hand slowly down my tummy, drawing a provocative line, and pressed against my clit, I got wet, he climbed on top of me. Looked deep in my eyes, he parted my legs, kissed me and entered me, not breaking eye contact; we made love face to face the entire time. It was just what I needed. The love in his eyes told me. Everything was going to be over.

Controlling Her 7

Older Man Younger Girl Short Reads Series

Dominated Unprotected Bare & Fertile Taking

Kilie Sams

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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

Jonny: Good morning Veronica

Veronica: You’re never taking me back are you?

Jonny: No

Veronica: Why?

Jonny: Becuz things just going to go back to the same

Veronica: You don’t know that. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you I learnt my lesson?

J: No

S: Why not?

J: That’s the thing even if you did change or learn your lesson n say u do…. It’s just gonna be hard for me to believe it

S: J, I’m still the same girl you fell in love with, still the same heart just sure of what I want now. I just want one more chance.

S: I know it’s all my fault I accept that. But you know I’m sorry, you know this.

J: I’m sorry… but u will always say sorry, this time the next time, it’ll happen again.

S: No! it won’t, you know I can never even admit when I’m wrong. J please

S: I’m literally begging you.

I had been home for three days. I didn’t know how long Jonathan had been gone for. I stopped counting the days. He texted me, I begged him to take me back, apologised. Nothing. At least he texted me. That meant he was thinking about me right? How could he do it though? Miss me and wait so long to talk to me? Or did it take him that long to talk to realise he missed me?

My sex drive died. I couldn’t think about another man, Bill had been washed out of my veins, died like my old blood cells had one hundred and twenty days ago. Why would he text me? I could not possibly be his friend. I didn’t want to be his friend; we couldn’t go from being what we had been and simply go back to being friends. There was too much familiarity, friends don’t have that, friends don’t know what you look like half way to death and still find you beautiful, friends don’t know your weak spots, know your imperfections and insecurities and still think you’re prefect, friends don’t fuck each other in the mornings like they’d been buried together for centuries and reincarnated. I could not go from being the perfect girl he’d had to just being his friend. I didn’t want to be his friend. I’d rather not having him at all, I honestly did. I’d made up my mind to let go of him and hopes of him ever coming back. I got a few boxes and began to pack the stuff he left behind. I felt a poem coming to me, so I typed it.

I sent it to Jonathan. He’s always loved my poetry, wanted to hear it, I was never brave enough, never wanted to feel so bare in front of him. He’d always reassure me. I’d never let him hear me. Would’ve done a video, mail it to him. But  a video would never work, never be the real thing. He didn’t reply.

S: Jonny please reply

J: I read it already… I just don’t know what to say to you

S: Tell me you love me and you will give me another chance

J: I love you but I don’t know about another chance

S: J, please

S: Sigh, I won’t pressure you but at least think about it. Please.

J: Alrite

S:  I love you

***

S: I shouldn’t have come on so strongly. Won’t happen again. I accept what you’ve said. You’re entitled to your emotions. I had my chance.

J: My heart is telling me to give you another chance but my mind not allowing me to… I should have never searched your stuff. Maybe this would have been easier to take you back.

It’s hard for me to even think about kissing you, holding your hand or even hugging you without thinking back about you and him. I would be fighting to bare a pain secretly. I would drive myself crazy. I don’t know Veronica but maybe if I’m single later on and you’re still single and I’ve healed and my emotions to trust you all over again are there, then yeah I would take you back, but not right now.. I’m sorry but the closest thing we can be now is Friends.

S: Thanks for explaining. I hope you’ll be ok and soon. I don’t know what else to say.

J: Alrite

There was that fucking word again. “
Friend
” no way in hell.

***

J: Hi

S:Hi

J: How was your vacation?

S: it was fine

J: Alrite

S: how’s work?

J: It’s fine

S: Cool, don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you talking to me?

J: Because I don’t hate u…… n I’m checking up

S: Ok

J: Yea

It wasn’t fair, he shouldn’t get to come and go as he pleased. If he wanted to leave he should be gone and leave me here in peace. I didn’t want to be reminded every time we spoke that he wasn’t here. I didn’t want to have to miss him and miss him and miss him, and he’d remember me and message me once in a while like he’s purposefully reminding me that I’d lost him. Every time I’d finally got myself to stop thinking about him he’d send a message and remind me how much it hurt not to have him around. How much it hurt to let him go. How much it hurt to be alone. I wasn’t having this. This had to stop and now. This was his decision. I knew I was too weak. I should’ve never cheated.

It was Sunday morning. How long had it been since my relationship ended? Too long for me to count. I’d stop counting. My vacation passed that alone assured me time had really passed. It’s so true. You can get so caught up in someone that you completely lose yourself. I didn’t know I was caught up in him, thought I was independent beyond my relationship. Turns out I’m just as needy as he’d been. I needed the late night spooning, even though all I thought I needed was the sex. He’d cushion my emotions this entire time. Now I felt like they’ve all collapsed I was in the bathroom, looking at myself. I’d put on a little weight, unlike most women who lost it when they were stressed, I’d gained a few pounds, stepping on the scale usually hidden behind the open bathroom door I looked at the clock go five pounds pass my original weight, five pounds? I’d suddenly felt less attractive than I normally felt. The magic of the mind huh? I heard my phone go off in the living room. I sighed...  I knew I had not many friends, it was either him of Becky, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be in dialogue with any of them.

J: Hey

S: Hi

J: What’s up?

S: Why do you do that?

J: What?

S: Talk to me

J: Because I want to… is there a problem

S: why would you want to do that?

J: Is it ok if I say I miss talking to you?

S: No. no it’s not

J: Alrite

J: I will stop trying to talk to u

S: We aren’t friends. I’ll never be your friend. Ever! I’m just the shitty exgirlfriend I wish you’d leave alone. I will not let you use me to ease how you feel. You can’t have you cake and eat it too. This is what you wanted! Deal with it! And stop acting like I don’t have emotions. And like I don’t have any reason at all to hate you.