Sherry's Story

Sherry Recuperates

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the Sin City franchise in any way, shape or form.

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It took more than a week before I felt myself again. Not long afterwards, I had a visitor--Momma. It took place when Ben and Nurse Williams were in the room when she came. Thank God for small miracles.

“From what I hear, you’re getting better all the time,” Momma said with a smirk as she looked at me. “You’ve been missed.”

I knew she wasn’t talking about my friends, Sable and Iris. She was referring to my clients. Already she was intending for me to get back to work immediately. I shuddered. I could already imagine hard hands groping and pawing at my body and spreading my legs. I whimpered in fear although I wasn’t aware of it. “No, please…I can’t go back—”

“You can and you will and that’s all there is to it,” Momma said.

“She’s not leaving this hospital until the doctors say otherwise,” Nurse Williams said firmly, standing in front of Momma, her hands on her hips. “And that’s not going to be for a while yet.”

“And when that happens, she sure as hell’s not going anywhere with you,” Ben spoke up.

“She has a legal contract to stay with me until it’s paid off and that’s final. You may have stopped me from taking her today but just keep in mind that neither of you can stay with her twenty-four hours a day.”

“Watch us,” Nurse Williams snarled.

Momma knew she was beaten. She tried one last approach. “I own you, Cherry, and no matter what I have to do, I will get you back where you belong, make no mistake about that.”

“Like hell you will,” Ben snarled, standing over her, his hands already curled into formidable fists.

“We’ll see,” she said, pursing her lips together in anger. She turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

“She’s going to try to take her, you know,” Nurse Williams said, looking at Ben and me.

“Yeah, I know.”

“But I have to go with her,” I said. “She’s right—until my contract is paid off, she owns me.” However much I hated hearing or saying it, it was true.

“We’ll see what Rich has to say about that. He’s one of the best lawyers in the state. He’ll know what’s what.” Ben squeezed my hand. “No matter if it kills me, you’re not going back there ever again. I love you, Sherry.”

“I love you too, Ben.”

There was an unexpected hopeful look in his eyes that I didn’t understand. “Do you love me enough to want…could you think of me and you getting…? Aw, forget it,” he grumbled. “How soon can she leave, Gert?” he asked, turning his attention to Nurse Williams.

I thought it was an odd way for him to address her but my main concern was finding out when I could leave with Ben. I was sick of staying here.

“Actually, the doctor was going to discharge her today but I was damned if I was going to tell that woman,” she said.

“Good. I’ll take her to my place until we figure things out.”

“She needs her rest,” Nurse Williams said, sternly looking over her horn-rimmed glasses at Ben.

Ben flushed and shuffled his feet as he looked at the floor. “Yes, Ma’am.”

I lay back against the pillows. I felt relaxed and healthy for the first time in ages. Because of my hospital stay, I was now clean from drugs and I didn’t need them anymore. However, as Ben warned me, an addict is an addict, no matter how much time passes. I didn’t care—I had someone who loved me. And if I needed help in staying clean, I only had to ask. Withdrawal wasn’t going to be easy, but with Ben at my side, I couldn’t lose.

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After my nap, that, I got dressed and waited anxiously for the doctor to give the okay for me to leave. While I was waiting, I was thumbing through a magazine and put it down when I heard Ben at the door. He stood aside to let another man come in first.

He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t remember where I’d seen him before. He was wearing a policeman’s uniform. For an awful moment, I thought I might have slept with him at some point but I couldn’t be sure. I’d fucked lots of cops during my tenure at Momma’s.

“Sherry, this guy is the one who really saved your life. Don’t be a mug, Hardigan. Go and say hello. Sherry’s not gonna bite ya.”

I gasped. “I remember you! You were the one who drove me to the hospital!”

Hardigan came forward and removed his policeman’s cap before extending his hand to me. When I was in the backseat of his patrol car, all I saw was the back of this man’s head. I shook his hand gratefully. “I’m glad to see you’re okay now, you were looking pretty bad when I saw you last.”

I judged his age to be slightly older than Ben but it was hard to tell. He was a very good looking man, and his mouth had a cute way of dimpling at the corner when he smiled. As far as I could see, his only fault was that he had a severely receding hairline but I didn’t care.

“When this goofball drives, it’s a goddamn miracle if two wheels stay on the pavement when he turns a corner,” Ben joked, slapping Hardigan hard on the back. “I thought for sure that old wreck of yours couldn’t go past fifty miles an hour.”

“I went a lot faster than that when I found out my wife went into labour two months early,” John said. “We have a boy, a feisty little guy, named after me. The doctors thought he wouldn’t make it but he’s at home, growing healthier by the second. Just like you.”

I flushed and bent my head. I was ashamed to tell him that I had given up—it was only Ben’s love that pulled me back from the edge of death.

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I felt like a bride when Ben carried me into his apartment. “Home sweet home,” he said cheerfully. “Excuse the mess; I haven’t had a chance to clean up…”

I saw that the furniture was covered in a layer of dust and there were Chinese food containers and pizza boxes scattered here and there around the living room.

“It’s fine,” I said. “Don’t worry about it.” I knew why his apartment hadn’t been dusted in a while; he’d stayed at my side during the entire time I was hospitalized and even stayed with me afterward.

He put me on my feet with such gentleness; I suppose he was afraid that I was going to break if he handled me any other way. He put his arm around my waist and drew me close. I loved being in his arms again. This was the first time we’d been truly alone for quite a while but while I was recuperating, we’d stolen a few long, smouldering kisses when Nurse Williams’ back was turned.

Ben picked me up in his arms again and we headed to his bedroom. He pulled back the covers and tucked me in before getting to his feet and turning away.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I just have to run an errand or two. I’ll be back in a few hours,” he said. Shortly afterward, I heard the front door close. I lay in bed and tried to sleep but I was too restless. However, I knew of one way I could repay Ben for everything he’d done for me. I got out of bed and went to the living room.

Two hours later, the room was spotless: I’d dusted and vacuumed as best I could and put all the fast food boxes in the garbage before turning my attention to the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink. The apartment was spick and span but I was now exhausted. I trudged to the bathroom and took a shower before going back to bed.

I woke up when I felt Ben’s lips on my forehead.

“You shouldn’t have done what you did, but I appreciate it,” he said quietly, stroking my hair. “You’ll make a wonderful wife.”

I kept my eyes closed and my breathing deep and slow, pretending to be asleep so he would keep talking.

“I am so glad that you came out of that coma…I can’t tell you how sorry I am for making you feel so bad you wanted to die, Sherry….” He continued to brush his fingers over my face. I could hear his voice catch in his throat as he continued to talk to me, telling me things he’d kept buried inside of him. The night I ran from him, he’d tried to tell me how he felt but I was too angry to listen.

I was listening now.

“If you hadn't woken up when you did, I would’ve taken you out of the hospital and out to the country, you know, by the lake? Afterward, I was gonna….it doesn’t matter now. You’re awake and alive and that’s what’s most important to me. If I’d lost you…”

“But you didn’t,” I said, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck. Ben held me tightly, his entire body next to mine. His breathing changed and I felt him twitch. I knew what he wanted me; I wanted him too.

I moved my head and kissed him.

“I’ve really missed being able to do that,” he said, his lips now against my ear. Before I could kiss him again, he pulled away. “No, you need to rest up—remember what Nurse Williams said?”

“Well, Nurse Williams isn’t here, is she?” I murmured. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“No, Sherry. It won’t hurt her but it might hurt you and that’s a risk I’m not willing to take. You’ve been through hell. You need to rest.”

I only half-heard him. All of my attention was focused on unbuttoning his shirt but it was as if my fingers had suddenly turned into thumbs. Growling in frustration, I ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying in all directions. I was happy to see that he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. My fingers stroked his bare chest and Ben groaned, closing his eyes in pleasure. Hastily, I moved my hands lower and undid his belt before sliding my left hand inside his shorts. He groaned louder. I pushed him onto his back and made quick work of taking off his clothes until he was lying naked beside me. I rose up until I was kneeling between his legs.

I ran my thumb over the head of his shaft, feeling the precum. I used it to lubricate the tip. In no time at all, he was completely hard. My mouth closed over the mushroom head of his dick while my hand stroked his balls.

Ben took my hands in his. “This is our first time together. There’s no need to rush this, Sherry,” he said softly. “We have all the time in the world.”

He was right. I was so used to the ‘Wham Bam thank you, ma’am’ treatment—I didn’t know anything else.

“Let me show you what real lovemaking is all about...”

For the next hour, his lips, hands and tongue were all over my body; licking here, suckling there—I thought I’d go crazy with the powerful lust he was awakening in my body. Even being with Richard on his best day paled in comparison to what Ben was making me feel now.

“I need you inside of me,” I said.

I heard him chuckling in the dark. “Not yet, Sherry. Not until I think you’re ready.”

“But I’m ready now!” I whined. Any other words I might have said were frozen in my throat as I felt his hot breath on my pussy lips.

“Oh God,” I moaned. I bit my lips to stifle a shriek as he latched onto my clit. He mercilessly whipped his tongue back and forth across my nub, driving me closer to the edge of madness. I spread my legs wider and he inserted his thumb into me and moved it around my opening in slow circles. My entire world was now focused on what was happening between my legs; I didn’t give a damn about anything else. Of their own accord, my hands gripped Ben by the ears and forced more of his face against the sensitive flesh. The stubble on his face bruised my skin but that only added to the pleasure.

I came hard and long and it was all Ben could do to keep me still. My hips bucked wildly as a result of the nearly unbearable pleasure that I was experiencing. Ben never lessened his assault on my clit until it became too sensitive to endure any longer.

I don’t know how long I lay there in Ben’s arms, happy and content. He rolled over and on top of me. He took his time in getting the position of his body just right. Because he was so large and so heavy, he put some of his weight on his elbows and knees to prevent his full weight from crushing me.

“Sherry, this is your last chance to say no.”

“I’m never going to say that to you,” I said hoarsely. “I want you. I want to do this. I have wanted this for a long time.”

He slid himself slowly and gently into me. “Am I hurting you?” he whispered.

“No,” I whispered back. I let out a deep sigh as I felt Ben move inside of me. This is what I’d wanted for so long; we were finally making love and I felt…complete. I was whole again. Like I did when my mom was healthy and dad was still alive.

I knew Ben could feel it too. He felt loved and desired and needed for the first time in years. Or was I just kidding myself? I didn’t think so. I was a part of him as deeply as he was a part of me. Perhaps it stemmed from the first time we saw each other—in that opulent marble bathroom an eternity ago when he held me in his arms and washed away the blood and semen from my torn and bruised body.

It was ironic that the men who ruled high society in Sin City and who had money and power were the ones who brutalized me while Ben, a mere employee, was the only man who thought a whore was also a woman and deserved better than to be treated as a hole. Some men would have only seen me as a piece of meat to be used for pleasure and thrown away afterward. Any other man might’ve taken their pleasure from me, never bothered by the fact that he was helping himself to the sloppy seconds of the Roarke men.

But Ben did not and the thought never crossed his mind. All he could think about was helping me.

Hell, Ben could’ve forced me to have sex with him that very night; I was certainly in no condition to object or fight back in any way but…he helped me. He cleaned me up and made sure I went to the hospital when he discovered the severity of my injuries. Another man would’ve let me bleed to death on the freezing marble floor and only have to worry about the disposal of my body so as not to cast any suspicion on the Roarke family.

As Ben thrust into me, I felt desire flow throughout my entire body. Every nerve seemed alive and on fire, I desperately wanted to come but at the same time, I never wanted it to end. Ben’s breathing was laboured and heavy and I knew his orgasm was imminent. I felt his lips against my ear as he murmured my name along with words of such deep passion, I felt the truth of them in my very soul. He wasn’t lying, nor was he telling me things he felt I needed to hear, like a lot of men do when they are going to come.

I could tell by the tenseness of his muscles that he was holding himself back and afraid of hurting me. I silently vowed that when I was better, I’d show him that I was a woman, not a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch. I would tell him that if he took reasonable care and consideration in how he touched me, he could release the iron grip he now had on his mind and body and truly enjoy the experience of lovemaking as much as I did.

When my orgasm hit, I arched my back and moaned. Bright flashes of light glimmered behind my eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. As soon as one ended, another began. Ben gritted his teeth together and groaned as his cock pumped white hot semen into me.

We lay together, our limbs entwined, for a long time and waited until our bodies cooled a bit before trying to move. In the darkness, I felt Ben touch my face. I kissed him without hesitation, tasting myself on his lips. He drew the covers over us and he fell asleep in my arms.