Taking What He Wants

I’m a dancer as I gyrate over him, but still it’s not enough, he knows. He throws me off, climbs behind me and in one stroke buries himself deep.

“Yesssss, more , harder, deeper.”

“Tell me what you want.”

I’m still shy about saying those words.

“Tell me or I’ll stop.” He eases off, no, no.

“No, no, don’t stop, please I need it, need you.”

“Tell me.” He gives a deep plunge, I grab onto the sheets with both hands as I push back against him.

“Fuck….fuck me…I want you to fuck me.”

“Good little girl.” And he gives me what I want all of him hard, deep, his all; now I’m happy. We ride out the madness together. The sting of his hand in my hair makes my eyes water but I don’t care this is what I love. This wildness that I can call forth from him, it makes me feel so alive.

Now for the tenderness, he’s still hard as he pulls out of me, turns me over and reenters me this way.

Now it’s softness, soft touches, whispers in my ear, whispers of love and devotion.

“Do you know how much you’re loved little one?”

I shake my head, it’s a game we play.

“All I have, all I am is yours, always, I’ll never let anyone harm you again, never.”

He kisses my brow as he releases his seed once more in me.

Chapter 8

DELIA

We’ve been back for a whole two weeks , I’ve returned to school and Chase to his practice, I’m finally learning to relax, I no longer expect to see one of them around every corner.

Chase, my husband has gone out of his way to make me feel more secure.

For the first week he drove me to and from classes, which took some maneuvering on his part because of work, but his dad was a big help.

In fact his whole family was helpful when it came to helping me get settled in. If Chase were too busy some other member of his family would be there for me, it was as though he sent out the memo saying that I wasn’t to be left alone.

I was never left alone at any time except during classes.

We still met for lunch, but now, because they were no longer stolen moments, we actually had lunch.

That’s not to say that I haven’t missed a class or two, and sneaking off to a hotel in the middle of the day was still fun, unless Chase wanted to play, then we went to his condo in the city.

I’m now a little over three months along and he’s being so sweet.

Every morning when I wake up ready to die, he has dry toast and either tea, or a cold seven up waiting for me.

According to his mother it’s the best remedy, sometimes it works, sometimes not, either way I always end up puking my guts up, which I would like to do alone, but he never lets me.

Sometimes I oversleep and awaken to find him dressed in one of his suits ready for work, just waiting for me to get up so he could help me through my ordeal.

He holds my hair, wipes my brow and supplies me with ice cold seven up.

Sometimes my hormones get the better of me and I jump him for a change.

Thank heaven for afternoon lunches.

Anyway, this is the end of our second week back and I’m finally relaxing.

I haven’t seen or heard from anyone in my family and I’m not quite sure how to feel.

It’s as though they’ve written me off completely, like I never existed.

Even after all they’ve done over the years it still stings, Chase’s family is so supportive, so kind, they treat him like gold, and by extension me now too, it makes me feel small sometimes, since they knew what my family life was like, they’d seen it first hand.

Since we’ve been back I’ve learned that Sundays are the Thornton family day, no matter what was going on you had to be there for Sunday dinner at least, but they mostly spent the whole day together.

Paulina and I are pretty close since we’re about the same age, and Drew’s the big brother I never had.

It’s from Paulina that I learnt what happened after Chase and I left the dinner that night.

Apparently Celine had tried to save face by accusing me and Chase of carrying on behind her back the whole time they were engaged, but the tale of the tape held out, no one pretty much wanted to hear anything she had to say.

Everyone had been disgusted by the three of them, and Chase had manipulated things so well that the only ones in attendance that night were her friends or people she wanted to impress, none of his patients or fellow doctors were there that night thank heaven.

My parents had slithered away in shame, but I was sure all would be forgiven in time, they could never stay mad at her for long.