For some of my long-time fans I wrote two more parts to Erica's Awakening and Erica's Journey of Discovery, but forgot to publish them. My bad. I was going through my list of publications and realized that I forgot to publish. If you haven't read any of the Erica series it would help continuity if you read them first.
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Erica Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
PS - This is the fourth and final Part of the Erica Series. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
Erica's Discovery
Chapter 1 - Love Wins
Erica spent three days in the hospital and most of the time was being evaluated. With all the drugs pumped into her system over the last few days they wanted everything out of her system before they released her. Alan stayed by her side the whole time, someone had taken advantage of his absence before, but not again. Erica didn't mind, because he was there to hold her when her bad dreams struck.
When they were both awake, they talked, cuddled, kissed, and tried to push aside all the bad things that happened during the last week. Alan felt like much of this was his fault, after all it was his job to protect Erica. The image of that mutilated body in the morgue haunted him and he realized that it could have been Erica. He knew he was lucky that it wasn't and he was determined to never let anybody get that close to her again.
Erica actually had many of the same thoughts. In the very beginning Alan had doubts about whether they should pursue Playboy modeling or not. It was only at Erica's insistence that they went ahead with the Playboy photo shoots. She had promised to tell Alan everything, but she had hidden the fact that she couldn't remember many of the photoshoots. He would've stopped her if he had known the whole truth and she knew deep down all of this was her fault. While she had paid a huge physical and mental price; Alan had too.
Erica also realized that Alan's decisions and instincts throughout this whole affair were much better than hers. She had always been extremely independent and it was hard for her to let Alan really be her Master. She had no trouble in the bedroom and desperately wanted him to conquer her, use her and give her the bliss she had never known. However, outside the bedroom was more difficult, but the last week had shown that she needed him there just as much. She knew it would be difficult, but she vowed to let Alan truly be her Master from now on.
When it came time for her to go home from the hospital Jennifer had helped to pick out some of Erica's nicer sundresses. Erica, still in full exhibitionist mode, had wanted something much racier and more revealing. However, Jennifer thought something more subdued was probably better for sure to be publicized, the hospital exit.
During her stay in the hospital, Erica and Jennifer had become very close. Every time Alan saw them together, they were either talking in very hushed tones, laughing or they were clinging to each other with tears streaming down her face. Jennifer seemed to be very good for Erica and Alan was happy that she'd found a new friend that seemed to know what she was going through.
Alan, however, was another story, anytime someone new came on shift Alan would grill them trying to verify who they were then stayed protectively close to Erica whenever they were in the room. When it came time to leave Alan went a little crazy. As they exited the hospital room with a nurse pushing Erica in a wheelchair, she thought he acted like a Secret Service agent protecting the president. He was looking for threats everywhere with even loud noises making him jump to protect her.
During their departure the press was outside the main entrance and had virtually blocked their exit. A fact Alan hadn't counted on was, the kidnapping and sale of a Playmate was salacious news with everyone wanting lots of photos and interviews with Erica. Mike helped them find an alternate exit from the hospital and sent word to clear the press from the entrance to their house.
Erica felt fortunate that she had been drugged most of the time. She only had her dreams and vague recollections of what happened. Physically she had healed fairly quickly, but she was still having nightmares and knew it would be a while before those away. Everyone told her had happened, but it was like she wasn't there and her nightmares were the only emotional fallout. Having Alan's arms wrapped tightly around her seemed to keep all the bad dreams away and she needed him holding her.
What Alan had gone through, the kidnapping, thinking she was dead and finding her in a crate had almost broken him, but with Mike's help he had saved her. Unfortunately, he was now overprotective and he treated her like porcelain doll afraid that at any moment something bad would happen to her. Erica could see the pain in his eyes and she didn't know how to get her husband and Master back. So, during their trek through the hospital she reached over, grabbed his hand, kissed it, held it against her cheek and this seemed to settle Alan down a little bit.
As they finally left the hospital and got into the car Alan helped Erica in the passenger seat lifting her gently like she was fine China. She loved that he cared for her, worried about her and pampered her, but after everything that happened, he seemed afraid that he would break her. For Erica all of this was like a vivid dream, with the hardest part the knowing that she had been repeatedly raped and couldn't remember anything about it. Alan, however, had vivid memories of what was done to her and you could see it in the way he treated her. For Erica it was like an itch she couldn't scratch, always there, but you couldn't do anything about it.
When they got to the house, Erica almost had to browbeat Alan to let her walk into the house. With the paparazzi staked out around the hospital and their house Alan was going crazy searching for threats. Erica just wanted to be alone with Alan and try to rekindle the love and passion from before the photo shoots. She even thought about giving the paparazzi a show, letting them take their photos, then maybe they would leave them alone. Alan knew this would just create more photo demand, so he nixed the idea. Mike and the cops helped keep many of the paparazzi away with patrols around the house, but they still came in droves. They closed all the windows, doors and blinds and hunkered down for the duration.
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The day after Erica's release from the hospital four large men arrived at LAX. Each man was huge, very muscular with short, cropped hair and looked as though they were fresh from the military. All of them looked hard and focused. They only spoke when they had to and even then, in short, clipped sentences. They had flown all night and most of the day from Germany, but never seemed to lose their wary concentration.
They carried their duffel bags to the car rental area where they rented a white cargo van with only rear tinted windows. Each man knew his job and no one spoke as they piled into the van. They made a stop at a U-Store-It and spent a half hour sorting through the interior of the storage area before loading duffel bags into the van.
After a couple of other stops for food and drink they drove for another hour until they joined the paparazzi staked out around Alan and Erica's house. They meandered through the crowd of photographers asking innocent questions and after an hour met back at the van. They all reported their findings, with all the police and photographers they agreed that they were too exposed. They needed to find another way and another time.
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Then for the next two days Alan continued to treat her like a porcelain doll, afraid to touch her, afraid she would break. On the second night, he tentatively made love to her, and once again he treated her like a porcelain doll. He was so placid and tentative she almost didn't feel a thing. However, the one thing she could feel was his damaged heart, it would be inaccurate to say he had a broken heart, but something inside him was broken. Her worst fears had come true. The only person she ever truly loved, the only person that had always stood by her had been hurt. Alan had been right; the Playboy shoot had been a bad idea and had damaged the only wonderful thing in her life.
Erica felt the pain in his heart and could see it in his eyes as well. After the tentative attempt at making love Erica crawled on top of him pinning him beneath her and said, "Talk to me, and tell me what's going on. I know you're in pain, but I love you more than ever, so please let me help you. I want my husband and Master back."
Erica could see the pain crawling out of his eyes as the tears began to flow. He pulled her hard to his chest in a crushing hug, and after he started to get himself under control, he stuttered, "I let you down and all of this is my fault. I left you to see that client and you were raped, I left you to get coffee and you were kidnapped. When I saw that brutally burned and mutilated body in the morgue, part of me died inside and I knew it was all because of me that she died. I've let you down, I was supposed to protect you, take care of you and everything that happened was because I didn't do what I was supposed to do."
Erica rained kisses all over his face, then pulled back, looked into his eyes and with her heart full of love, "This is not your fault baby, and if it's anyone's fault it's mine. From the very beginning, you had bad feelings about the photo shoots and tried to talk me out of it. You know my parents always drove me to succeed and this was my new career, so I had to go for it. Baby, it was you against a massive organization ... you still beat them and saved me."
With her eyes brimming with tears in an ache in her heart she continued, "You remember once you said that you would always love me and protect me. If something did happen to me you said you would never stop until you found me. That's what you did my love, you never stopped until you found me and saved me."
Alan pulled her tightly against his chest and Erica felt her ribs protest against his crushing hug. "I can't get that image of your mangled, tortured and brutally mutilated body lying on the table in the morgue. I knew that it was my fault. I'm so scared that if I let my guard down for one second something can happen to you again and this time it really will be you on the table. Oh God baby, I love you so much I can't bear the thought of something like that happening to you." Alan said chokingly.
Erica could see he had been torturing himself with all that had happened and was blaming himself for letting it go on for so long. She knew he would need therapy to get rid of these images and to be honest she could probably use some as well. For now, Erica had to use what she had, so she began rubbing her body over Alan dragging her hard nipples across his chest and her pussy over his cock.
