Pearl on Cherry (46 page)

He reached inside the bag she had drunk from, grabbed the last few drops left behind, and dribbled his come around her navel. “This cherry looks very good in my homemade pearls. And now she will see what it means to have a pearl on her cherry.”

He tugged at his cock, moving it from semi-erect to fully stiffened and he pushed his way inside her, sighing her name as he found his release once more.

Only this time, coating her with his semen meant more, because he owned this gem of a girl and would never let her go.

This pearl was on his cherry, and nothing could ever part them again.

Afterword

There are times an author has to take creative license. In chapter 5, I admit to doing just that with my research. The Grand Street tenement housing disaster Leo and Clarissa refer to in which both their families perished could not have happened to them, since that occurred in 1881. It would make them far older since this story takes place in 1907. So, for the sake of the story, we will assume there were other similar tenement disasters where the entire building had rotted at the ground level and then completely collapsed, killing tenants in the process—including both Leo’s and her family.

Since I’m on the subject of characters, I freely confess to doing little research on Tyrone Power Sr. and the other famous people’s names I used in this story. I merely looked them up, read basic facts and plugged in the holes to tell my story. So, most of what you read that has to do with Power, Maude Adams, and any others I used like J.P. Morgan are figments of my imagination completely. No offense is intended to relatives of these people. I loved the names and the brief information I found on these lively characters and let my imagination take over. I’m sure they were all lovely people. I truly apologize if my characterizations are offensive.

I should note that in 1908, Power was at the height of his theatrical career and the
Servant in the House
ran for eighty performances during the first half of that year, then at the end of it, ran for forty-eight return performances. I would also like to note that if you haven’t seen pictures of him, he’s quite handsome. Google him. I was making eyes at this man. Very hot!

My next admission has to do with the banking crisis in 1907. Obviously, I embellished it and found a way to tie the story in so William was involved. There is no record of men chanting or anyone trying to toss out money. This was purely from my imagination. Desperate men will do anything to clear out a mob, and I could imagine some rich man thinking a few measly bucks tossed around would do the trick. I have no idea how long the thick crowd mulled around there like a pack of zombies, but I imagine it was probably for quite a length of time and very harrowing to clear out. Poor William—stuck amongst a bunch of angry bankers and ranting working men. I can’t imagine the chaos and enlarged testosterone levels going on there.

In the same chapter, I also took some license with the ball drop. Research was a little shaky on this. In 1904 the shift of the New Year’s celebration moved from Trinity Church to the brand new, very tall and prominent Times building uptown. It was the second largest building in the city at that time. Fireworks were shot from the base of the building, but the burning ash would coat the people below as it flitted down. The city deemed it dangerous so fireworks were canceled. The city did not give up. They wanted something monumental to celebrate, so in 1907 the idea for the ball drop was created. The ball was a mammoth undertaking.

What amazes me is how so many riotous occurrences happened in 1907—from the theater strikes at the beginning of the year, the train crash in February, the bank crisis in October that affected the entire country—and still, these people were undaunted. They knew that life went on, so they celebrated and the first ball drop ever took place. It takes my breath away at the amount of courage it must have taken to basically flip the bird at all their past heartache over the year and say, “We will not stop! We will go on!” These are the events that forged the present we now have. It is with their spirit and backbone that our country continued to thrive and bounce back. Makes me proud of my heritage since I also have roots in New York close to this time period.

If I’d gone nuts with this story and made it even lengthier, I would have also included the new subway system being put into use this year as well, but there simply wasn’t a plausible reason to include it, so I’ll let you imagine Clarissa’s wide eyes as she takes her first ride in her foreseeable future.

Some of the other events that really did happen was the bomb in the tenement, exploding in January. Neighbors yelled out, “It’s the black hand!” and fled.

The police said Charles Scramger, a clerk living on the second floor, had received a number of threatening letters within the prior few weeks. The bomb thrower tried to get it through a window so it would explode in one of the rooms but was unsuccessful.

An Italian grocery store, adjacent, was wrecked by the explosion, and the windows in the house on the opposite side of the street were blown out. The dynamite had been concealed in a rat hole. The police said this was a feud between the Italians as a result of some contract work possibly going sour.

So, yes, I embellished and changed the reasons for the explosion at the Twenty-Fourth Street tenement, but it gave the story the impetus it needed to truly bring the cherry girl to Pearl Street where she belonged.

Oh yes, and since the bra really was invented in 1907, you know she’s wearing one of those as well, rather than her S bend corset. Those are anything but nice on the spine and lower back, giving her a hunched over, swayed back look, although that stooped over appearance might go well with his whipping table with the two holes in it for the arms. Look up whipping tables. You might be surprised at how cool they actually look. It piqued my curiosity quite a bit.

Thank you for taking this journey with Clarissa and William. I’ve had an obsession for months over the idea of the possible origins of a Dom and wanted to explore what a rudimentary untrained Dom might be like, and how he might get his needs met. William struggled a lot in this story because really, until he had his cherry girl, he had no support—no one to tell him he wasn’t vile or corrupted, but that his urges were okay and that it was a part of him he needed to express. I so loved learning about the type of life they would have had in that time period as well before they came together and afterward. They kept my mind working for many hours of the day, wondering where they would go next and what they would do.

The division of the classes is mind-boggling, and bringing these two tenderhearted souls together was a delight.

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