Five Years LaterI stand in the bathroom with my hands pressed to the shower glass. It's fogged up, but not so much that I can't see my wife inside. Naked and dripping wet and five months pregnant. As she rinses the shampoo from her hair, suds run down her swollen tits in rivulets, over the swell of her belly, vanishing into the folds of her perfect pussy below.My dick is hard as nails, obviously. Swear to Christ, I've had an erection for five straight years. This girl who I married has me horny twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five. I'm tormented with lust from the moment I wake up beside her supple, inviting body until I fall asleep, exhausted from reminding her who she belongs to.We're inseparable. Where she goes, I go. Where I go, she goes.That's written in stone. The commandment of our marriage.People think it's intense. Or weird. Ask me if I give a shit.The only person whose opinion matters to me is the girl on the other side of the glass who has just picked up the soap in he
Clarissa Jones always knew she had enemies around. But what she didn't know was how far they would go out of their way to ensure she went through hell. When she's kidnapped, and smuggled out of the country, she has only the hot, tattooed hunk of a mercenary to be kind enough to offer an explanation on why she was held captive.Preston Williams was hired to do one job. Just one. Capture Clarissa Jones and keep her alive till they arrive at their final destination. It doesn't help that they both have one bed to share, and Clarissa's sharp mouth drives him to his wits end. How long will it last before he takes things into his hands and give her a good spanking?Not for long, I promise.--------------1: Rissa."Rissa, stand up straighter and suck in."I do as my mother asks as she pulls on the zipper of my dress up. She tugs hard, and I hear her strain, but it doesn't budge. She lets out an irritated huff and then narrows her eyes."Did you drink water all day yesterday?""Yes." I always
"Mrs. Jones, a car was just let through the gates," Rita announces."Make sure everything is ready, and we'll enter the garden in a few minutes." Rita nods to my mom and then goes towards the kitchen."You're trying to set me up." My voice is quiet because I don't want to make her angry."You should be thanking me. The Rinehearts are a prominent name, and the boy is handsome. Not to mention your father works with his father, so it's in everyone's interest to join our households. Make sure you're on your best behavior."When have I ever not been on my best behavior? Mom had me learning fork placement and proper seating etiquette as a child. I bite my tongue to not say anything because Dad is the one weapon she knows she can use against me. I have to think about how to approach this situation and how to get out of it.The doorbell sounds, and the chimes echo through the house. I know for a fact Mom set this all up for this specific time because Dad is out of town. She can be a bit of a
Train is still the best way to get around without too many prying eyes or people asking questions. It's also the easiest way to travel without giving too much information. Information that can easily be faked with the right credentials.Most of my work is done overseas, but a call two months ago brought me back to the States. I had to travel by boat because chartering a private plane raises suspicions, and I always stay under the radar. In my line of work I have to be discreet; otherwise I'm not very good at my job.Bronson Dian is a German baron who sells the materials used in making space satellites. He's also tied to the Russian mob, which is how I came to meet him. Fifteen years ago Bronson's young daughter was kidnapped from her bed in the middle of the night and was never seen or heard from again. She was presumed dead because anyone taking her would have used her as leverage for a ransom.Bronson and his wife Freida reached out to some of my contacts as a last resort to find he
In the distance I can hear people talking, and I stop to see if I can make out what they're saying. It's getting closer, and I tighten my hold on my knife as I wait.Footsteps are loud against the pebbles on the path, but I keep my breathing shallow. Through the leaves of the roses I see two people just on the other side."Now that I've seen these pretty pink petals, why don't you show me yours?" I hear the man say."I'm sure my mom is wondering where I am." The girl's voice is so soft it's hard to hear, and I see her feet moving back, away from the man."She knows exactly where you are, Rissa, and she's more than aware of what I'm capable of." His feet move closer to her, and I clench my knife harder."What?" She pauses her retreat. "What are you saying, Brock?""Now you know I don't kiss and tell." His feet move closer to her, bringing him within arm's reach.I need to know if this is her, and I'm not stumbling on something that I should ignore."That's a sick joke," she says, and I
What the hell is happening? This has to be a bad dream or I'm hallucinating.The giant man pushes me down to the floor of the boat as the sound of gunfire starts to fill the air. I scream when I hear some of the shots hitting the boat, and glass shatters around me. I know it's my father's stupid guards, so why the hell are they shooting in my direction? For all they know they could have shot me.I stay down for now because I don't really have much of a choice. I'm stuck for the moment because if I get up, I'm afraid I'll become a target. I stare up at my captor and watch as he keeps one hand on the wheel and turns around to fire off a couple of shots. I close my eyes, praying to wake up from this nightmare.The boat bounces hard on the choppy water, and my stomach drops every time. It feels like we're going airborne on each bounce, and I come down hard on the floor. Water sprays all around us, but at least I don't hear any more gunfire.Slowly I try to sit up, but the man glares at me
"You're lying."She scowls at me, and she looks like a grumpy kitten after a bath. I want to laugh, but it's been so long since I've done it, I don't know if I remember how."Why would I lie?" I make sure to keep an even speed so that I don't draw attention."I don't know, so maybe you can kidnap me." She points to herself like it's obvious."I've already kidnapped you." I put the same emphasis on the word she does. "I have nothing to gain at this moment by lying to you.""So you might need to lie to me in the future.""Yes." I look at her like she's ridiculous, and her eyes widen in shock."This is crazy. Just tell me what's going on.""No." I put on my turn signal to merge onto the highway and curse the traffic."No?""Do you have water lodged in your ears?" I reach in the back for a towel and hand it to her. She jerks it out of my hand and wraps it around her. It's a pity, because I could see her delicious curves around the wet dress."Tell me why you think my parents aren't my rea
Preston keeps his hand tight around my wrist as he pulls me through the busy train station. My feet move on their own, letting him lead me through the throng of people. Everything he said bounces around inside of my head, and I don't know why I'm even considering it. Which is insane, because I know who my parents are.What if this is one of those crazy stories where the children were accidentally switched at birth? But then why would Preston be kidnapping me if that's what happened? Unless my parents didn't want to switch back with the right kid. Okay, now I'm being ridiculous, but who can blame me at this point? I've been tossed into a reality TV situation, and my brain is dizzy.Preston slows his pace as we near the train, and even though it's crowded, I notice people jump out of his way when they see him coming. A few women even stop to check him out, and maybe if he hadn't kidnapped me I might find him attractive too."Don't worry, ladies, he'll probably kidnap you too one day." I