“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?” Elizabeth asked.
“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 Elizabeth was precious to her. She knew she’d have to tell Chris about her problem sooner or later. Elizabeth would need to be taught. She hated keeping things from him.
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.
“Elizabeth can’t read or 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 Trent. He’ll 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.”
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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 Las Vegas and get married 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.