The Taking of Clara (6 page)

“What
woman is that?” she asked.

Her
eyes filled with tears. He cupped her cheek wishing for the world he could make
her happy. Being with her filled him with such happiness Matthew wished he
could give her the same kind of pleasure. “You’re my woman, and you have
dignity and pride even after everything you’ve experienced. You are someone to
be admired.”

“You
make me sound like some superhero or something.”

“No,
you’re not a superhero. You’re perfect.”

He
captured her gaze, never wanting to let her go. No amount of words was enough
to tell her the truth. His feelings for her were the only thing keeping him
together.

“Why
do you think all these things about me?” she asked.

“Because, regardless of what you think, I know the real you.”
He placed his hand over her heart. “You’re a kind woman, and giving. Why
wouldn’t I want you?”

She
leaned up, pressing her lips against his. Matthew took every touch she gave. He
treasured everything she gave him like the jewel she was.

“Thank
you,” she said.

“For what?”
What did she have to thank him for? He was the
one who had given her an ultimatum.

“For saving me.”
In that moment, Matthew felt like the
world’s biggest monster. The love he felt for her had been the factor that made
him help her. When it came to Clara, he’d taken everything he could get.

Chapter
Eight

Matthew
left her at home the following Monday. He’d spent all weekend making love to
her. Even though work called to him the need to stay with her pulled him more.
Her curvaceous body turned him on more than he could hope for. He’d gladly
spend the rest of his life sinking inside her hot little body. He didn’t want
her to leave his bed. Instead, he’d settled for her not leaving the house. Taking
her to work was not an option. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate with her so
close. Now he’d taken her, working next to her would be a nightmare. His thoughts
would be dominated by images of her. The way she screamed in her release made
his cock thicken and his
chest tighten
.

You’re in love with her. Everything about
her makes you sing for more.

They
had so much to explore together. He couldn’t wait to get started. The playroom
taunted him every time he went into his office. He wanted to take her there but
if he moved too quickly he would scare her away. Scaring her away wasn’t an
option. Her submission meant the world to him. He wanted to take the time to explore
every avenue of BDSM with her. He was a patient man and an even more patient
Dom.
Licking
his lips, Matthew cut his mind off from
his thoughts.

He
turned his thoughts to more careful topics. She spent a lot of time on the
phone to Tara. He listened into a couple of their conversation intrigued by her
best friend. Tara sounded so open compared to Clara. He knew he needed to get
her on his side. Tara could make his life so much easier. He didn’t understand with
her father gambling what had turned her into being so reserved.

Their
relationship only just started and he figured with time she’d grow to trust him.
The sex between them threatened to explode at every turn. He wanted to be
inside her constantly.

Be patient, Matthew. She’ll be yours in no
time.

Even
now his thoughts returned to the pleasure of her body. He could spend hours
looking at her. Matthew wondered if she’d be willing to pose for an artist
session. He’d get an artist he trusted to paint her. Her naked portrait would
look amazing on his walls.
 

Luke
called him to invite him round for a session with his current sub. Matthew
declined. He hoped to explore his lifestyle with Clara alone. At the office,
thoughts of her refused to disappear. During work he called her a few times
wanting to hear her voice.

She
sounded sleepy most of the time he rang, which only made him think of more
sinful things to do to her body. He’d used her body hard over the weekend but
that didn’t stop him wanting to use her again and again. Some of the female
colleagues tried to ask him about her but he cut them short. His time with her was
none of their business. He wouldn’t have any of them thinking bad about her.

His
craving of her shouldn’t allow others to ridicule her. If he had his way she
wouldn’t be going to work again. He’d rather have her in his office waiting for
his pleasure than working.

You’ve finally gotten what you wanted.

Clara, naked, in your life
and bed.

Now,
he wanted to be in her heart. Getting Clara to love him would be harder than
any challenge he’d ever faced.

Getting
her to love him followed by her training meant everything to him.

Never
had he felt so much excitement at the prospect of teaching a woman. Plenty of
women had submitted at his hand. None of the women were anything like the woman
in his bed at home.

Go home, she’s all alone and you need her
scent surrounding you.

Just
the thought of her pleasurable screams were enough to make him get back home. Clara
would come alive under his hands. He couldn’t wait to show her everything. The
only problem that remained was her father. Her father called him again asking
for more money. Matthew knew her father would become a problem if he didn’t nip
the issue in the bud. The man seemed determined to cause a nuisance.

By
the end of the day he wanted to go home to eat some dinner and be inside his
woman by the end of the night. He left early before anyone else. Anticipation
filled him with every step he took. His cock thickened as he climbed behind the
wheel. Part of him wished the need she caused relented while another relished
the feelings Clara evoked.
Time to go and get his woman
because Clara was his.

*
* * *

Clara
pushed the paperwork off his desk into neat piles. He didn’t want her working
that day or any other day it appeared, but she needed to find stuff to keep her
busy. Being a kept woman wasn’t as fun as most people made out. There were only
so many books she could read to fill her time. Cooking held little appeal when
she’d be the only one eating. She also missed him. She liked doing stuff with
her time. If Tara lived close by then that would be a different thing
altogether. Days spent with her friend would be a welcoming relief. Clara
enjoyed work. She always had. Her mother loved working when she’d been alive.
She guessed she got her need to work from her. Her father wouldn’t do anything
other than cause problems. Many of the arguments she’d heard her parents have
were about money and his lack of work. Her mother did everything to support
them while her father didn’t even do any housework. If her mother hadn’t been
pregnant, she’d never have stayed with her father.
 

Even
though she hated her father for the problems he caused if it wasn’t for him
then she wouldn’t have Matthew in her life. Thinking of her father made her
smile. Without him she would have never answered that ad in the paper. Without
her father she wouldn’t have been with Matthew. Her thoughts turned to the man
in her life. She touched her neck where his mark lay. He’d sucked on her neck
giving her a love bite. A giggle escaped her at his possessiveness. She’d
spoken with Tara and gave her an entire run down of everything that happened.
According to her friend, she was lucky and had gotten a good one. A man hung
like a horse and who loved her. Clara didn’t believe Matthew loved her. She’d
been a woman he wanted.

A
piece of paper stuck out of the pile. Her name on the print got her attention.
She pulled the sheet out of the pile of papers.

She
wore one of Matthew’s shirts. Pushing the fabric down over her ass at the back,
she sat down in the chair.

The
words on the page didn’t make any sense. From the sounds of the wording Matthew
had purchased her from her father as a means to paying off the debt. Her tummy
turned over. The words grew worse.

If
what the letter said was true then that meant Matthew owned her. He didn’t need
her consent for anything. How could someone own another person? Wasn’t there a
law about that sort of thing?

She
shook her head as the words brought tears to her eyes. Matthew had asked her to
trust him. How was this trust? She knew nothing about him.

“You
didn’t have to clean my desk.” Clara jumped dropping the paper on the floor.
Matthew stood on the other side of the desk. His arms folded. The thick muscles
seeming huge after what she read.

“I
wanted to do something. I’m not use to sitting around all day.”

“And
you’ve found something in your snooping.”

“I
wasn’t snooping,” she argued.

“Quiet.”
He walked around the desk picking up the piece of paper.

“Is
it true?” she asked.

“Is
what true?”

“Did
you buy me off my father? Was I some payment for some crazy debt?” Tears fell
from her eyes. He pulled a lighter out of the drawer then went to stand at the
hearth. Clara watched him set the piece of paper on fire.

When
the piece of paper was nothing but ash in his fireplace he turned to her.
“That’s what I think of that.”

“What
do you think about me?”

“I
saved you from your father,” he said.

“What?”

“Your
father played an awful game of cards. I was there playing. He lost every game.
There were men there with unspeakable reputations. When they asked him to throw
his stake in he took a picture out of you and told the room you’d do anything
to keep him safe.”

The
tears fell from her eyes.

“That
was the first night I ever cheated. I knew you worked in my building. I’d been trying
to get you up to my floor. I wanted to do things right with you. There were men
who wouldn’t have given you a choice.”

“Why
did you do it?” she asked. Clara couldn’t dispute the information he’d given her
on her father. She knew him as the type of bastard who would do anything.

“Don’t
you know?”

To be
Continued
…

About the
Author

Sam Crescent is passionate
about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense
for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and
finally got that first acceptance in 2011.

She loves creating new
characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not
panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her
kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the
kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.

Other books by Sam

A Wild Older
Woman

Ryan's Christmas
Miracle

Trust Me

Bend to His Will

Secret Cravings Publishing

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