ROMANCE: Resist Me (Taboo Romance, BDSM, New Adult, Pregnancy, Contemporary, Short Story) by Celia Styles
Authors: Celia Styles
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Resist Me
By Celia Styles
Riley Jones hadn’t expected her vacation in Paris to involve being strapped naked to a table with a handsome man standing over her with a paddle.
She had managed to save up enough money for the trip by putting a little each month into the bank. Tom, her husband, had allowed her just enough to keep the family bills under control and no more. He turned over his paycheck to her each week, but expected the finances to be handled without any problems on his end. The last thing he wanted on a business trip was to have clerk or waiter walk up to him and complain about a bill which didn’t get paid.
It was their third year of marriage in the small town of Maplewood, just outside of the St. Louis city limits. The street car would take him every day to his job downtown at the law firm where he put in his time. They had met while he was finishing law school at Washington University. His family was from the east and hers from a modest working class neighborhood in Carbondale, Illinois. At the time they could barely afford a meal at the Steak And Shake or a movie at the local cinema.
Tom went to work for the law firm and she decided to stay home working in her studio. They found a small house to buy in Maplewood, where the street car stopped. There were plenty of art shows she could enter, but he had to put in a lot of time at the firm if he ever expected to make a decent amount of money. They didn’t even have a car for the first year, an added expense not needed with the street car nearby.
Two years into the marriage, the relations between them were going sour. Tom spent all his time, even weekends, in the city of St. Louis and Riley never got to see her husband. She would spend hours in her studio, but hadn’t managed to sell many of her ceramics. Worst of all, no children were on the horizon.
With the lack of time they had together, it wasn’t a surprise. The few married couples they knew were all having babies, but not them. It was one lonely evening while watching a movie in a local theater about a bunch of hairy hippies in a place called Woodstock that Riley conceived of a plan: she would buy tickets for a vacation in Paris, France. Was it not the city of love? They would be able to tell their friends about the week in Paris where none of them had traveled!
She talked it over with Tom and he thought it was a wonderful idea. They had to plan it out far in advance; there were all kinds of things which needed to be purchased and arranged. Riley had found an ad in a magazine Tom brought home from a bookstore one day which made the trip possible. The special travel agency wasn’t cheap, but it could guarantee them an experience. And they wanted an experience in the worst way possible.
Riley was disappointed when she learned Tom wouldn’t be able to fly out with her at the same time. No problem, she would find the hotel and be ready. What could go wrong? She was an independent woman, it was already 1971 and a new decade was upon them. Peace, harmony, and understanding, right?
She took a cab, the first time ever in her life, to the airport in north St. Louis and waited for her international jet to arrive. A few of the attendants were surprised she was traveling alone, but she let them know her husband would be joining her when she reached Paris. It would be an expensive trip, but worth it in the long run. The jet she was taking even featured in-flight movies, how groovy was that? She wasn’t the least afraid of those skyjackers; her flight was heading to Europe and the city of lights.
Her flight transferred in New York City and continued straight through to Le Bourget in Paris. She was thrilled to be landing in the same airport where Charles Lindbergh had landed on his transatlantic flight. She was ushered through customs and even managed to use her high school French to find directions to the hotel.
Paris was just as beautiful as she’d ever read. The trees were blooming since it was spring
By Celia Styles
Riley Jones hadn’t expected her vacation in Paris to involve being strapped naked to a table with a handsome man standing over her with a paddle.
She had managed to save up enough money for the trip by putting a little each month into the bank. Tom, her husband, had allowed her just enough to keep the family bills under control and no more. He turned over his paycheck to her each week, but expected the finances to be handled without any problems on his end. The last thing he wanted on a business trip was to have clerk or waiter walk up to him and complain about a bill which didn’t get paid.
It was their third year of marriage in the small town of Maplewood, just outside of the St. Louis city limits. The street car would take him every day to his job downtown at the law firm where he put in his time. They had met while he was finishing law school at Washington University. His family was from the east and hers from a modest working class neighborhood in Carbondale, Illinois. At the time they could barely afford a meal at the Steak And Shake or a movie at the local cinema.
Tom went to work for the law firm and she decided to stay home working in her studio. They found a small house to buy in Maplewood, where the street car stopped. There were plenty of art shows she could enter, but he had to put in a lot of time at the firm if he ever expected to make a decent amount of money. They didn’t even have a car for the first year, an added expense not needed with the street car nearby.
Two years into the marriage, the relations between them were going sour. Tom spent all his time, even weekends, in the city of St. Louis and Riley never got to see her husband. She would spend hours in her studio, but hadn’t managed to sell many of her ceramics. Worst of all, no children were on the horizon.
With the lack of time they had together, it wasn’t a surprise. The few married couples they knew were all having babies, but not them. It was one lonely evening while watching a movie in a local theater about a bunch of hairy hippies in a place called Woodstock that Riley conceived of a plan: she would buy tickets for a vacation in Paris, France. Was it not the city of love? They would be able to tell their friends about the week in Paris where none of them had traveled!
She talked it over with Tom and he thought it was a wonderful idea. They had to plan it out far in advance; there were all kinds of things which needed to be purchased and arranged. Riley had found an ad in a magazine Tom brought home from a bookstore one day which made the trip possible. The special travel agency wasn’t cheap, but it could guarantee them an experience. And they wanted an experience in the worst way possible.
Riley was disappointed when she learned Tom wouldn’t be able to fly out with her at the same time. No problem, she would find the hotel and be ready. What could go wrong? She was an independent woman, it was already 1971 and a new decade was upon them. Peace, harmony, and understanding, right?
She took a cab, the first time ever in her life, to the airport in north St. Louis and waited for her international jet to arrive. A few of the attendants were surprised she was traveling alone, but she let them know her husband would be joining her when she reached Paris. It would be an expensive trip, but worth it in the long run. The jet she was taking even featured in-flight movies, how groovy was that? She wasn’t the least afraid of those skyjackers; her flight was heading to Europe and the city of lights.
Her flight transferred in New York City and continued straight through to Le Bourget in Paris. She was thrilled to be landing in the same airport where Charles Lindbergh had landed on his transatlantic flight. She was ushered through customs and even managed to use her high school French to find directions to the hotel.
Paris was just as beautiful as she’d ever read. The trees were blooming since it was spring
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