Fall From Grace (Slater #1)

by Sammy King

  Porter leaned forward and kissed her gently, his mouth tasted her, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth and his tongue edged its way into her mouth. She opened her lips to give him full access and immediately his tongue filled her. Laura’s breath caught in her throat and her heart raced, beating loudly in her ears, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer to her. Porter groaned deep in his throat and pressed his length against her belly. Laura could feel her legs begin to get weak with the desire that was racing through her. With fumbling fingers she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, not taking her lips from his, Porter shrugged the shirt from his shoulders and allowed it to drop onto the mossy ground beneath their feet.

  Laura began to explore Porter’s body with her fingertips, running them all over his chest and abdomen, lightly brushing his nipples, which she was delighted with a deep groan. She reached around to his back and began to run her fingers up towards his shoulders, as she touched a raised edge on his skin Porter winced. She pulled her lips from his and moved to face his back. Across the skin was a tattoo of raised and red welts, raw and bleeding. As she reached instinctively to touch the marks, Porter caught her wrist and looked down at the ground.

  “Porter” she said frowning with concern “my love, what is this?”

  Porter wouldn’t look into her face; she reached out and turned his head so that his eyes were looking into hers. What she saw was immense sadness.

  “Who did this to you?” she asked, feeling anger rise through her that someone could lay such violent marks on the skin of someone so beautiful.

  Porter shook his head and his thumb circled her palm. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed each finger tenderly, sucking her index finger into his mouth as he ran his tongue around the tip.

  “I did this to me, my love” he said, his voice husky and low.

  “Why? Why would you break your skin?” she asked taking his face in her hands.

  “It’s my penance” he said dryly.

  “Penance? For what?” she practically shouted.

  Porter pulled her body in close to his, the warmth of his chest pressed against her.

  “For loving you carnally” he said as he kissed the corners of her mouth.

  Laura had almost forgotten that Porter was going to join the seminary. Her desire to fill her own needs had overwhelmed her sense of sensibility.

  “We should stop then Porter” she said with a moan as he reached up the back of her skirt, sliding his hand around to hold her backside.

  “No” he said his voice angry.

  Porter lowered his head to her neck and nuzzled her. She couldn’t stand it anymore; she wanted him deep inside her. She wanted to feel him fill her. She wanted to be joined with him. With a sudden movement, Porter leant down and picked her up, her legs straddling his waist as he carried her deeper into the woods. As they came to the foot of a great oak tree, he laid her on the ground against the trunk and lifted her skirt to her waist. His hands slid up and down her legs, squeezing her thighs gently as he edged his way to her slick folds. She couldn’t hold back the moan that was building. He leant forward and she groaned as his tongue darted out touching her folds first. His tongue worked its way up to the small nub, her nerves came alive and she couldn’t help but thrust her hips up to meet his mouth. As he slid a finger deep inside her sex, it was almost too much, her ears started to ring as all her attention was centred on Porter’s tongue and the pleasure it was bringing. She felt her orgasm start in the depths of her body; tingles moved up and down, her nipples hardened under her dress.

  “Oh Porter, Porter, Porter” she chanted as waves of pleasure washed over her trembling body.

  She lay against the tree, her whole body trembling. Porter lifted his head from underneath her skirt and smiled at her, his chin glistening with her juices. He pulled her down closer to him as he unzipped his pants, releasing his erection. Porter took Laura’s hand in his and led it down to him. She instinctively wrapped her fingers around his length and began to move it up and down; he closed his eyes and growled a deep groan, which spurred her on. She touched the tip, running her fingers over the slippery pre cum that had formed, Porter touched her hand, not letting her release him, as he guided himself deep within her.

  She gasped as he filled her to stretching point. Slowly he began to move his hips, sliding his length in and out of her depths. She moved her hips to meet his and staring up into his face watching his eyes close. He continued to move in and out, grunting with every thrust, suddenly his eyes shot open, and they darkened further, his lips twisted into a grimace. With one final thrust, she felt him swell inside her as he shot wetness into her, coating her walls and spilling out over her thighs. He stayed inside her, kissing Laura’s lips, chin, cheeks and nose.

  “Oh my love, I so wish I didn’t have to go away” he groaned into Laura’s ear.

  Laura closed her eyes tight at the thought of Porter leaving her.

  Chapter Four

  Porter.

  He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Laura. But Porter’s father would never allow him to give up on the seminary for the love of a peasant girl. He hated that the socio economics of the town controlled who he was allowed to love. But his life was decided. If Porter wouldn’t marry one of the girls in his class then he was to go to the seminary to become a priest. Laura was so beautiful, so humble, a woman that he could love. She had no father, which is what made her less than desirable for a wife according to his father; she was the daughter of a whore.

  Her mother was never known to actually be a whore. Not in his understanding of what a whore was. Laura’s father had left them when she was a small child. There were rumours as to where he went, some say that he left to find money, some say he left for another woman. But the truth only Laura’s mother knew. This being said, it meant that Laura wasn’t a wealthy woman and therefore not in his class and not a suitable woman for him to marry according to Porter’s father.

  The wounds from his self-flagellation had begun to sting as he laid beside Laura in the damp grass under the oak tree. The sun was sprinkling its way through the foliage and Laura’s hair tickled his nose with the scent of Lavender and Jasmine. Porter fought to keep the guilty feelings at bay; he would deal with those later. But he couldn’t shake off the thoughts that he had fallen from grace, that God would turn His face from Porters if he allowed their carnal affair to continue. He was lost in thought when Porter felt Laura begin to stir, her hand that was rested on his chest moved in light circles through the hair that spatted between his nipples. Porter closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, enticing his senses with her scent. He leant down and kissed the top her head as her hair tickled his chin and reached down to cup her face.

  “Laura my love” he spoke; his voice hitched in his throat as he felt the stirrings in his groin with her every touch.

  Laura looked up at Porter, her eyes were clouded with lust, a once light green, became a dark emerald in colour and he could feel himself being pulled into them. His words were lost to the depths of her eyes, as he felt himself moving his lips to hers, tasting her tongue that found its way into his mouth. She was too much to refrain from. He closed his eyes, allowing his sense of touch to take over. Their love previously had been rushed. Porter made the decision to take his time, as it would be the last. He sat up and pulled Laura to him continuing to kiss her. He reached forward to the lace ribbons that held the bodice of her dress tight. Slowly he allowed the ribbons to untie until the top of her dress fell from her shoulders. With a shaking hand he slowly pushed the bodice down her arms further, exposing her breasts, plump and full; her pink nipples were pinched and pulled tort with the eroticism that they both felt. Porter leaned over and took her nipple in his mouth hearing her gasp and feeling her arch into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the tight bud with eagerness as her moans became low groans of pleasure.

  Porter felt Laura’s hand slip from his stomach down to where his erection still sat out of his pant
s. With shy fingers she clasped his length and began to slowly move her hand up and down. He groaned onto her breast and closed his eyes. Laura moved back removing her nipple from his mouth and Porter couldn’t hold back his cry of protest. He looked into her eyes and saw them dance mischievously.

  “I want to kiss you” Laura said. She shook her head no when Porter leaned forward to take her mouth in his. “No, I want to kiss you as you kissed me” she said with a shy smile.

  Porter groaned, closing his eyes. He had never had a woman put her lips on him in such a way and he felt himself grow even more erect at the thought. He leaned back to give Laura room as she bowed her head. Her tongue darted out to the head of his erection. The feeling was almost too much and he felt warmth shoot down into his balls. Again she licked at the tip of him, the warm wetness of her tongue made him lift his hips to give more of himself to her. Slowly she opened her mouth and took the head of his erection between her lips, sucking down on him. He let out an animalistic growl and lifted his hips, pushing himself further into her mouth. With one hand she lightly touched his shaft with feathery fingers and her mouth formed a firm suction, her touch was intoxicating. He suddenly felt his balls tighten.

  “Laura my love you need to stop” he cried in an almost panic.

  Laura continued to suck him, her lips moving feverishly up and down his length. Porter reached forward taking her hair in his hand and attempted to pull her mouth from him.

  “Please, I’m going to spill” he cried.

  He was about to lose his load when she suddenly lifted up from him and he shot his seed all over her hand and his stomach, with a groan that roared distantly. Laura looked down at the creamy spill on her hand and brought it up to her lips, her tongue flicked out over the salty seed on her skin. He groaned as she continued to stare into his eyes and slowly cleaned his mess with her tongue. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen and he wondered how this innocent woman would learn such a thing.

  He could hear his father in the back of his head and the word whore. He pushed the image from his mind not wanting to believe that Laura was anything but an innocent angel in a hate filled world of aristocrats and peasants. Porter sat watching her as she looked off into the distance, her fingers casually pulling at the grass around them. He tucked himself back into his pants and put his shirt on. As he stood Laura looked up at him, her eyes were unreadable, but there seemed to be something there that was trying to speak to him. Porter reached out a hand to her and she slowly stood and her was hand warm in his as she placed her breasts back into her bodice. He turned her and swiftly did the lace ribbons back up to hold her dress tight again.

  “Thank you Porter” Laura smiled as she turned back to him. He smiled, trying not to look into her eyes.

  He wanted to tell her that they couldn’t keep seeing each other, but he didn’t have it in him to break her heart. He was too much of a coward to speak such words to such a beautiful angel.

  “I should go” he said.

  He took the risk to look into her eyes and read hurt, before they flashed in steely determination. Laura nodded and turned on her heel, she headed back towards the wooded path to her home. Porter wanted to follow her, he wanted to tell her that they could run away, that they could elope, but the cowardice in him screamed louder than all the brash decisions he could make.

  Chapter Five

  Laura.

  Laura had left before she said something she would regret. She wanted to tell Porter that she was in love with him. She knew that it was ridiculous, she couldn’t love a man after only officially knowing him for two days, but she had known him for so much longer. And she was sure of her feelings. But she knew that he would never see her the same way. Laura’s father had left her and her mother when Laura was only five years old. Not many people knew the truth that he was in gaol. He was a good man, in a bad situation. His family had meant everything to him.

  Laura was playing in the woods behind her home, when a man who she didn’t know approached her. He was the biggest man she had ever seen and wore a big beard that hung down to the middle of his rounded belly. Laura looked up at him, as he cast a shadow over where she chained flowers together in the sun.

  “Hello little one” he said in a whisper barely audible.

  Laura had been told not to speak with strangers, so she just smiled politely, expecting her father, who was cutting wood at the side of the house, to come and check on her at any time. The big man stuck out a fat hand towards Laura, she looked down at it and then up at him. He smiled widely at her, his front teeth were missing and his tongue flicked out to touch his bottom lip. Laura looked around to see where her father was. The big man must have realised what she was looking for as he clucked his tongue at her and shook his head. With a big meaty fist he pushed one finger to her lips. Laura felt her stomach begin to knot, she didn’t understand what was about to happen, but something inside her told her that this man meant bad news and she shouldn’t go with him.

  He continued to stand with his hand out to her. Laura stood and shook her head slowly. She was too slow to run away, the meaty hand that was held out to her, grabbed around her wrist while the other clamped over her mouth. She could smell his fingers, the odour made her stomach churn. Tears began to slip from the corner of her eyes as the man hoisted Laura’s little body to his side. She felt helpless wondering if she would ever see her family ever again. The man began to head towards the woods that surrounded her home, Laura wriggled against him, but it did no good, the man held onto her tighter, pinching her stomach against his own. She began to whimper a muffled sob behind the man’s big hand, she cried out for her father to come, for her mother to come, but it was no good, the big man’s hand held her mouth too tight and her sounds couldn’t be heard.

  As they cleared the first part of the woods, the man swung her body like a rag doll in front of him. He lifted her face so that it was in front of his.

  “You scream and I’ll kill yer” he growled a vicious sound that made Laura shake to her core.

  Laura nodded, tears wet on her cheeks as suddenly he spun her to face him. The big man spun Laura around again and held her against his chest as he continued deeper into the woods. The sunlight that had dappled through the foliage of the canopy soon began to disappear and the woods were dark for the thickness of the trees overhead. Laura had never been this deep into the woods, even with her father when he came to cut down tree’s they never went where the woods were dark. Her father and mother told her never to go there.

  She squeezed her eyes tight, fear overwhelmed her and she couldn’t breathe as sobs came harder. The man stopped and roughly threw Laura onto the ground.

  “Shut up” he growled at her.

  Laura tried to do as he told her, she tried to hold the tears in, but she couldn’t stop them. With a meaty hand the big man slapped Laura’s mouth hard, knocking her body onto the leaf matter of the woods. Laura screamed an ear piercing scream, but as soon as she let the shriek go, she knew she had made a mistake. The big man lurched forward and took her hair in his hand. He pulled her up by the hair, his face close to hers, his stinking breath hitting her nostrils making her sick. Between Laura’s leg she felt urine begin to trickle and hit the man’s boot. He looked down and sneered, dropping her back to the ground again.

  “You pissed me fuckin’ boot” he roared “you dirty fuckin’ cunt whore”

  He lifted his leg to kick Laura, she curled herself into a ball, waiting for the pain to strike her body, but she heard a thud. Opening her eyes, she saw the man’s head next to her face, his eyes wide open, his lips twisting in a cruel grimace. Laura’s eyes widened in fear as she realised the big man’s head wasn’t attached to his body, but before she had time to allow the image to register she felt herself being lifted from the ground. Laura screamed, kicking out at the person lifting her.

  “Laura, sweetness, stop kicking” the familiar voice said.

  Laura gave another kick, landing her foot into a softened spot on the
body. The person holding her doubled over and Laura landed on the ground, next to the disembodied head with a thud. Laura felt another scream building in her. Her legs shot her off the ground as she leapt over the big man’s body and ran in the direction in which he had taken her.

  “Laura” she heard the voice she somehow knew call out to her. But Laura couldn’t stop; she couldn’t stop until she was in her home and safe.

  By the time she saw her home in the distance, her mother was standing at the boundary of the clearing, she was wringing her hands in her apron, her face twisted in fear and concern.

  “Laura” her mother screamed.

  Laura scrambled forward climbing her mother’s body, nestling her face into her neck, breathing in her mother’s scent, clinging to her, wanting to melt into the body she knew as safe. She could hear panting behind her and a tender touch on her back. Laura flinched, not taking her head out of the crook of her mother’s neck.

  “My love, my sweetness” she heard, Laura recognised her father’s voice.

  Laura lifted her head and looked up into her father’s eyes, his face red and covered in beads of sweat that mixed with tears. She leaned out of her mother’s arms and wrapped herself around her father’s neck. His strong arms embraced her, holding Laura tight against his body, making her feel safe.

  “I thought I’d lost you, my sweet girl” he cooed into her ear, as he smoothed her hair.

  That night her dreams were filled with images of the big man leering at her and his head without a body staring at her, trying to take her. Laura felt her mother sitting on the bed next to her, smoothing her hair, cooing her back to sleep. As she grew the more that Laura thought of the man, the more he seemed familiar, as if she had met him or knew him somehow. Laura could never place him though and the few times that she had tried to talk to her mother about him, she was cut off and told that he was nobody but the devil himself.