This series of three books is already written. I post two chapters a day. I'm working on book four as I write this. After book four I have two more books planned. Thanks for the GEMS!!! Comments are welcome.
DanielThis could not have happened at a worse time. Here I am catching feelings for Natalia, even thinking about next steps, and Lenore shows up. I didn't even know she still knew the code for the door downstairs. Had we not changed it in so long? We had gotten complacent, apparently, which I would soon correct, but not soon enough, obviously.I can't send Lenore away now either. What I told Natalia was the truth. Once she was in her 'little' state, she was so child-like it was impossible to speak to her about anything of importance. She was literally like a five or six-year-old, tantrums and all. I had to wait her out and I never knew how long that would take. Sometimes she would be like this for hours, at other times it could take days before she came back to herself. She had missed work in the past from being in her "little" headspace so long.I suspected Lenore retreated because of some trauma in her past. Though, she had never confided in me. She'd even gotten combative with me
NataliaI couldn't sleep. Daniel and I had gone to bed together for the first time and he was still here. Swoon. He had an arm slung over me. And I would be ecstatic if it weren't for the girl in the next room. She was here for nefarious purposes, I was sure of it. I didn't trust Lenore, hence being wide awake. I was afraid to sleep. What if she tried something...I don't know. Maybe I was overthinking, but I know I heard her say something before I left her room last night. I'm pretty sure Daniel believed me, but what could he do? If she was in her little state and I was wrong, well, we couldn't take that chance. I wasn't some monster to send a child-like woman out into the world. If I'm right, then I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. And I'm sure I'm right. What to do about it?What is her plan? Is she here to break us up? Daniel says he wants me and not her, (yay!) so I don't see how she can. He seemed to be totally over her. My respect for him ramped up when he allowed me to tak
NataliaThe next morning, I awoke with the feeling of Daniel climbing out of bed. I slid my eyes open and watched him sit on the edge for a moment before continuing to the bathroom. He doesn't close the door and I soon hear the shower going. I get up and find some clothes for the day. Lenore is leaving. I'm going to make sure of it.I go into the bathroom to go pee. It's weird to go to the bathroom while he's in there, but I'm not using the one in the hallway and possibly run into Lenore again. I'm not awake enough for that yet. I get up to splash water on my face, brush my teeth and comb my hair. Daniel shuts off the shower and opens the curtain. I stare at him. He's beautiful, like a work of art. His abs are cut and he has a smattering of hair on his chest running in a line to the V cut that points down to his crotch. He's big, even flaccid, his balls hang low and I have the strange urge to suck them into my mouth. His piercing hypnotizes me for a moment.He grabs a towel from a shel
NataliaThe rest of the interview was nailing down my timeline. They want to know what I have been doing every moment since I arrived here. Well, minus things that were none of their damn business. Really, I've been with Daniel practically every moment except that first night. I tried to remember what day Campo was released and disappeared. I hope Daniel kept those old newspapers instead of throwing them away. I'll ask him when these two leave.They finally stand, satisfied, I guess, for the moment. This would have been so much worse if I hadn't agreed to be Daniel's slave that first day. I wonder what my alibi would have been then? Would I even have one? Lonely nights for sure. Maybe I would have found work like I had originally planned. Right now I'm literally just a kept woman. Daniel made it clear that he wanted to take care of me. I haven't even thought about the plans I had when arriving here. I've just been living day to day with anticipation of what he will plan for us next. No
DanielWe arrived at Quinn's apartment building and my eyes scoured the outside of the building for cameras. I feel relief when I see two, one on each corner overlooking the parking lot. As we approached the entrance, I spotted one more, angled down toward the walkway. Her building wasn't so fancy as to have an actual lobby. It was more an alcove that led to a staircase. The alcove held some mailboxes and not much else. There were no other doors. One way in and one way out. Now to find out who has access and how far back the coverage goes. Hopefully, in our digital age, it's backed up to the cloud or something.We went up one floor using the stairs and reached Quinn's door. Natalia lets us in with the key she got from her sister. The cat greets us and starts meowing, winding her way through Natalia's legs. Hungry? Lonely? I don't know. Cats are not my favorite animals. I'm more a dog person, but I can't have one where I live. Maybe one day. Does Natalia like dogs? I imagine a home with
NataliaMy mom called and invited herself to dinner. Why do parents always do that sort of thing? Daniel arranged for her to come in through the back entrance, thank God. She didn't need to see all the craziness that went on in the lobby or wade through the long line out front. I didn't get the feeling that she was judging me too harshly. Whew. Having a boyfriend at all and then moving in with him within days of my arrival had to be a shock. But I know that curiosity must be killing her, so I figured, why not have her over and get it out of the way.Daniel and I made chicken and dumplings, one of my favorite comfort meals. I made it the way Mom would have, so hopefully she finds no fault with it. Daniel helped me cook the chicken to make the stock and we chopped vegetables for the stew. I had a bowl of dumpling mix ready to drop in once Mom got here. If we put them in too soon, they will get soggy. Nothing worse than a soggy dumpling. I also made a pitcher of sweet iced tea, Mom's favo
DanielNatalia was asleep. We watched one of my favorite conspiracy shows. The one at the ranch in Utah and the investigation into strange happenings there. Those guys threw every scientific piece of equipment they could manage to get their hands on in order to figure out the mystery. Anyway, I thought I had gotten Natalia hooked on it too, but next thing I knew, her eyes were closed and her breathing had evened out.I worked on extricating myself from her so I could stand. She'd been killing me all night. The sight of her in her PJ's was enough for my dick to wake up. The soft fabric hugged her curves. She had no bra on and the sight of her tits sitting underneath that fabric was like....I adjusted myself as I stared down at her. She has let me take the lead in our sex life so far. Maybe she didn't want to wake the beast until it was time to take her virginity or maybe she lacked the confidence to turn things sexual. It could also be the whole Master/Slave thing, which I guess is most
NataliaI woke up early and started cleaning. I always do that when I've got things on my mind. I wanted to call Mom to see how her interview went but she hasn't even gone yet, so that's stupid. I just can't stop thinking about it. I'm worried that we are suspects. Logically, it makes sense, but at the same time, no right? I'm not a killer. It never crossed my mind. I guess I figured that a guy who likes to hurt women has enemies. Michael Campo is probably not a good guy...so yeah, being a suspect is freaking me out.I'll be eliminated soon enough. They will have the CCTV from the apartment and know I stayed there all that night. But my mind won't shut down, so, cleaning. Scrubbing the bathroom, washing clothes, changing the sheets in the guest room that Lenore used. I'm glad it was so easy to get rid of her but she has ties to the club. I have a strange feeling I'll be seeing her again. Trying not to worry about that....Then it turns to...How many women did Daniel fuck before I met h