Her Canadian Dream
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It was her quilt! The colours and pattern unmistakable.
Someone was holding up her quilt so that it filled the peephole, blocking the view of the person holding it.
Jan? She was the only one who knew she cared about her quilt. But how could she be here? She couldn’t leave her store. Although still six weeks until Christmas, the store would already be very busy.
Pulling open the door she almost screamed as the quilt lowered and she saw who was holding it.
Aiden?
He stood, a stern expression on his face, and the sight of him made her legs weak and her panties wet all in one rush.
His tone of voice was also stern as he asked, “Am I going to be invited in?”
In shock, she opened the door wider and indicated that he come in. He strode into her lounge, making the room shrink with his bulk, and looked around.
“You left my house to live here?”
His tone was incredulous as he took in the bare surroundings of the room and the sight and sounds of the traffic passing outside.
Immediately on the defensive she straightened up and retorted, “It’s not so bad. It’s big enough for me.” His face softened as he saw that he had hurt her pride.
“Alyssa…Treasure,” he whispered. “Come here, sweetheart.” He held out his arms.
With a sob of disbelief that he was actually here, she flew into his arms and their mouths met in a hard, passionate kiss. His arms surrounded her and once again she felt as if she were where she was meant to be. His erection against her stomach was proof that he wanted her, but lust wasn’t love and she needed more than sex.
She pulled back and took a step away from him.
“Why are you here? I explained in my note that I was just coming home a little earlier than my visa allowed. I’m…I’m not pregnant, so you don’t have to worry about that. As you can see I have somewhere to live now and I have a job so I have to just get on with my life and look back on my Canadian adventure as an experience I’ll never forget.” Her stubborn chin rose as she tried to justify her actions, and her pride held her back from blurting out the truth of how she felt.
Aiden started to speak, then had second thoughts and stepped forward, bridging the gap between them, filling her personal space with his presence.
Her face flushed red as she tried to move away but her legs encountered the sofa and she had to stop or fall back.
He took her face in his large hands and leaned into her. Brushing his lips against hers, he moved softly and deliberately, his tongue pressing against the seam of her closed mouth, urging her to open for him. With a sigh, she did just that, relishing his now-familiar taste of coffee and mint toothpaste. Her arms came up around his neck as his hand slipped under her sweater and kneaded her plump breast, the hard nipple peaking in his palm.
In seconds her legs were weak and she would have fallen if he hadn’t pushed her down gently onto the sofa, covering her body with his.
He lifted her clothing and lowered his mouth to her rosy tip, taking it in and sucking gently. Her back arched as she invited him to suck harder and he obliged. Moving across he gave the other the same consideration, sucking and lapping at the hard peak until she shivered with delight.
“Oh, Aiden,” she breathed as he took both her wrists in his left hand and raised them high above her head.
“You are going to regret causing me all this trouble, treasure. I haven’t worked out a punishment for you yet, but believe me, it is going to be severe.”
His words, rather than scaring her, only served to inflame her more and she groaned.
“You like that idea, don’t you, sweetheart?”
She groaned again and he laughed down at her.
“Alyssa Crane, you are mine. What started as me wanting to teach you a little about the lifestyle soon turned into something much more intense. You, my little English rose, bewitched and beguiled me to fall in love with you. When you ran away I was frantic. I blamed myself for pushing you too hard. When Jan read your e-mail to me and I knew the truth I couldn’t wait to get here. And now I can’t wait to punish you. I love you, my little sub, and you will not ever run away from me again.”
As his words sank in, she looked at him, openmouthed, not daring to believe what she had heard.
“You l-love me? Really?”
“Yes, darling girl, I love you. Yes, I want to teach you about the lifestyle, how to be a good sub, my sub, nobody else’s. I want to take you back with me and marry you so that I can spend the next sixty years punishing you for what you’ve put me through this past week.”
“Oh, Aiden. I love you, too! I was so scared that you only wanted me for sex and I couldn’t bear to have you for four months and then leave. I thought it would be better to come home now before my heart was broken any more. When that condom split and you said you would deal with it I thought you would want me to get rid of a baby if I was pregnant. I wouldn’t be able to do that, so I thought I should leave before it became an issue between us.” She caught back a sob as she thought back to how she thought he’d felt about a baby. Now it was clear he hadn’t been that worried at all.
“I’m so glad you wouldn’t have got rid of any baby, my love. I would never have asked you to. The only reason I was concerned was if you weren’t as ready as me to settle and have children. I am older than you, you know.”
She giggled, making his cock twitch as it always did.
“A whole three years, old man.” Another giggle as he growled. He grabbed her middle and started to tickle her, causing her to giggle even more, making his dick throb as she was still restrained by his hand and unable to fight him.
The giggles soon turned to moans as his hand slid down and into the waistband of her trousers and panties, covering her mound and slipping a finger down into her damp recesses. He smiled in delight as he discovered that she was smooth.
“You shaved?” Her answering smile was shy. “I did it when you suggested it and liked it, so have done it ever since.”
“Thank you, treasure. It pleases me very much that you remembered.”
She felt a glow through her that had nothing to do with what his fingers were busy doing in her panties, although the heat was rising from her pussy as he drove first one then two fingers inside her. His mouth returned to her breasts, now stretched out as her hands were still way above her head. The slight tension increased the sensitivity and within seconds she was stiffening under him, her cries of passion becoming strangled as he continued to slide his fingers across her clit until she bucked in yet another orgasm, falling apart in his arms.
As she came down from the heights he’d driven her to, he held her tight. Whispering his love for her again, he smoothed her hair and asked, “So? Will you?”
She looked up at him in puzzlement. “Will I what?”
“Marry me, you little witch! Will you come back to Huntsville and put me out of my misery?”
She shrieked and jumped up. “Oh, yes. Yes, please, Sir.”
Standing up, he pulled her to him and led her through to the tiny bedroom.
“So, treasure, I think we should start on your punishment now. After all it’s going to take a lifetime to pay me back.”
Willingly, she followed him into the bedroom and to her new life.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I have always loved books and reading. As a child I was admonished on more than one occasion for reading at the table or under the bedclothes at night, by torchlight. Nothing stopped me though, and I would read anything and everything.
My first serious attempt at writing was a few short erotic stories for friends in a fan club. They were loosely based on a celebrity we all admired. Pure fantasy, but they were popular within our group. I later expanded one of these stories into a longer, almost book length story. Life then took over and it sat in a folder doing nothing until recently.
Following several sad events in my life, I found the fold
er and re-read the story. To occupy my mind I started to re-write some parts and then discarded it in favour of writing something entirely new.
Immersing myself in writing was very cathartic and before I knew it, I had a full length book on my hands.
With encouragement from my husband and some good friends, I finally took the plunge and submitted the book for publishing. No one was more surprised than me when it was accepted.
There are now several characters in my head, waiting to be written about, but I will always have a soft spot for Alyssa and Aiden, and their journey, which continues, even now. Meanwhile, I keep listening to the others telling me their stories and writing whenever I get the chance.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
About the Author