What will happen next?
Natalia"Count," Master said, moments before I felt the flogger. He smacked my almost bare backside and I held back a scream."One, thank you, Master!" I said and studiously kept my eyes from pinning on any one person in the audience. It was all I could see because the wooden stockade kept me from turning my head back to see Daniel.He ran the flogger gently down my thigh and then, thwack!I squeaked. Pain bloomed from the leather strips hitting sensitive skin."Two, thank you, Master!" I was completely at his mercy, trussed up like this. My breasts were hanging below the wooden stockade and I wish I had a picture so I could see what they were seeing.He trailed the leather of the flogger down my back this time before, slap! Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach. He was drawing this out on purpose."Three, thank you, Master!" I yelled after the next hit."Brace yourself, Slave," he bent over to say near my ear before he whipped my thighs."Four, thank you, Master!" I screamed."Do you
DanielIt was much later when I went to find Natalia. I had left her in my office while we dealt with the police and fire investigators. We were all pretty sure it was arson and Brandt had his suspect. An employee of this very establishment. We didn't see that coming. Was he working with Ms. K?? How did that come about?The fire damage was minimal. We'll have the insurance people here tomorrow and the fire investigators will be in and out. We had to speak with detectives about the dead woman that got trampled in the chaos. Apparently, with all the people leaving the building en masse, in the dark and totally freaked out, she got trampled under foot. That is a common occurrence according to the detectives. We weren't dealing with Benson and Shaw this time, thank god. We will probably get sued by the family. Brandt is resigned to it. It means out policy costs will most likely skyrocket. I don't take care of that part of the business, but I feel for Brandt and all the decisions he will ha
DanielNatalia needed some time, but my dominant personality wouldn't let me leave her alone. I texted her right away even though it was late or early, depending on how you looked at it.Me: Are you at Quinn's now?Natalia: Yes.Me: Is the door locked?Natalia: YesMe: Are you picking up Quinn tomorrow and bringing her home?Natalia: YesMe: I'm coming for you the day after. I have things to do tomorrow, insurance people are coming, and I'm sure the fire investigators and detectives will be here. I'll be swamped. I'll give you the day, but after that...Me: Have you forgotten who you belong to?Natalia: NoMe: I will expect more than one word answers at that time too.Natalia: Yes, MasterMe: You will be punishedNatalia: I know, MasterMe: I'll see you on Thursday, little slave.I watched the three little dots start and stop a few times, as if she was going to say something else, but in the end, she didn't reply. That was okay. I got my point across.I left my office to make sure ever
NataliaPicking up Quinn was a total drama-free experience. We went out to an early lunch afterward to the same spot Daniel had taken me a few days ago. Then we went back to her apartment. She and I hashed things out."I was furious with you at first, but I realized I needed this. I let him hypnotize me almost. It was surreal, like I had no choice. It's a little weird that he's dead, but at the same time, I'm glad. Isn't that awful? I talked it over with my therapist. Who, by the way, I will continue to see weekly, on an outpatient basis. Anyway, she said that is a normal reaction. It's just that he was such a big part of my life or so long. He texted me. Did you know? I finally was able to check my phone once I got out of the hospital."She showed Mom and I the text. Just three words. I am sorry. Well, maybe he wasn't such a dick after all? I guess we will never know now."Well, forgiveness is important. Maybe those words will help you move on," I said.Quinn nodded but said nothing e
Natalia's punishment is quite graphic in this chapter. If you are squeamish, you might want to skip it. It is not necessary for the story line, and it borders on cruel. Those of you that are here for the love story, definitely skip it. You have been warned.DanielI blew my load down her throat and slapped her again. She liked it, so I didn't feel bad, but she wouldn't like this next part. I was in total Dom space as I drove to the back of the club and parked. I got so pissed today, after I saw her at Quinn's. She texted me throughout the day and I just got madder and madder. Dreaming up punishments. Well, I've got one for her. She won't ever walk away from me again after this.I had plenty of time to think as well. I got a few leads from the relator and went house hunting. We need at least four bedrooms. I plan on getting rid of the VIP room I keep here and turning the fourth bedroom into a dungeon. We can visit the club from time to time, but I want a place of our own. Somewhere I ha
DanielAftercare is important after any scene. But that one was so intense. I even surprised myself. I left her there to lay in my cum and went to take a shower. When I was done, I filled the tub and added some of her peach-scented bath wash. She hadn't moved an inch when I came back for her. I picked her up carefully so as not to hurt her anymore."I'm going to bathe you baby, okay? Then I'll put ointment on the marks." Fuck, I loved this woman and how much she was able to handle. "You took your punishment so well, Peaches. Please don't ever make me do that again." I said as I laid her in the warm water."Yes, Master," she murmured. She seemed a little disoriented, and I wondered if she had entered subspace. That would be unusual because I never let her orgasm. Her pleasure, though, may be in giving me pleasure. That was typical of these kinds of relationships. The subs genuinely wanted to please their Masters, make sure they were happy above all else. Had I just changed the dynamic o
DanielAs I crawled back up her body, I rubbed every inch of skin that I could reach. When I got to her breasts, I squeezed those gorgeous overflowing handfuls. I bent my head down and thrust my tongue into her mouth, so she could taste herself."I love you, Natalia." I placed the head of my dick at the juncture of her thighs and wished I could take a picture.I looked into her eyes and entered her. I took it easy. She was tight but wet. I pulled back and thrust again, going deeper. She was staring at my face, wanting to see my reaction. Once more I pulled back and thrust harder. I felt resistance, and then I was inside all the way. Her pussy was clenching me, and I was almost shaking with an effort to stay still. She broke eye contact and threw her head back. I stayed still until the pain had passed, but it was hard. Now that she was mine in every way, I wanted to stake my claim and pound her into the bed, but I wasn't going to do that. Even though my cock, balls and every instinct I
ShawI've been working on my career for a while now. I want to make Sargeant in the worst way. I'll be in the office more, and I won't be partnered with Ben anymore, which will totally suck, but then we can be out. I'm tired of hiding our relationship. Now that someone knows, we have to be even more careful. But we can't stay away from each other. And when we're together, we can't keep our hands off one another.I constantly have to check myself so that I don't touch him inappropriately while at work. That is really the hardest part. I feel grounded when we touch. No one else has ever made me feel this way. Certainly not my ex.Ben almost came to blows with him about a month ago. We ran into him while having lunch. Ed knows Ben is my partner, but not that he's my partner. He came to our table and tried asking me for a second chance. I could see that Ben was about to blow a gasket, so I nipped that in the bud real quick. I escorted Ed outside and told him to leave me alone. I was done w
AnalieseI'm leaving the house again. It's nearly summer and the days are getting hotter. It's only eighty-six degrees, but the humidity is a killer, making it feel like ninety-six. I went to Las Vegas once and the heat of one hundred and one was easier to bear because there was no humidity. I also heard that you would die faster of dehydration because you don't notice the heat as much for that reason. I always keep my hair up and off my neck. I hate the stickiness of it sticking to my neck, but while in Vegas, I kept it down. There, it was the opposite of here. Maybe the intense heat licked away the sweat before it settled? I didn't analyze it that hard. Still, this was home. I had to get acquainted with my environment again. I could do this. I had to be strong.We went the opposite way today, as the Mercado was on the other side of our neighborhood from the direction we had gone yesterday towards Oscar's apartment. I was fine with that because I wasn't sure what had triggered me yes
OscarI loved reading Analiese's words. I liked knowing what she was thinking, so that I could think of ways to help her. At first, I felt bad about taking her out so soon and causing her to have a panic attack. Then I realized it needed to be done. We needed to know what would manifest from her trauma. Now we knew that she might panic and have dark thoughts, but she could get through them. And then we would talk through them.And best of all, she let me kiss her. Multiple times. It wasn't everything, but it was a step to letting me know the healing had begun. She never addressed her hardened nip9ples, but she was aroused at the park. I was elated. Not because I was having a hard time waiting for her, but because her mind was expanding past the trauma she had suffered. Was it weird to say that I think the panic attack had done some good? She got past her fear and anxiety of leaving the house and she survived. She was stronger because of it.Brody called today too. He heard of the thin
AnalieseOn the third day, when I woke up, I didn't call (or knock) for Oscar right away. I needed to be the adult that I was and start figuring things out for myself. My family needed to realize that I was going to be okay. And I was going to be okay. I decided to start today. I went to the bathroom to do my business. I even jumped into the shower and that's where Oscar found me."Good morning, baby," he said from behind the curtain. He'd been so respectful of me and almost clinical. Not touching me in any way that could be construed as sexua8l. Don't get me wrong, he was loving, but his touches didn't linger. His eyes didn't light up with lust. I felt about about that. I didn't want him to suppress that side of himself, at least not around me. The side of myself that wanted his attention on my body, warred with my mind that said, nope, not today."Good morning," I chirped back.What!??I threw back the curtain and stared at Oscar. I spoke!I tried again."I love you," it was the fir
AnalieseI woke up in increments. My eyelids fluttered, but I kept them closed. I listened to the sounds in the room, then the sounds in the house. Everything was so quiet. I had no idea what time it was, but I had a feeling it was late morning from the way the sun slanted through my curtains. I know I went to bed with Oscar last night, but he isn't here now. I knew without touching his side of the bed that he was already up. I also knew that he hadn't gone far. He'd want to be here when I woke up.My parents probably went to work and that was fine with me. I didn't want to see the sadness and looks of pity they kept throwing me. Oscar, on the other hand, kept me present and moving forward. He talked to me last night like I was a person and not a thing to feel sorry for. I will be eternally grateful for him being constant and not letting me wallow. Which would be so easy to do. He asked me what I wanted and needed. Could there be anything better in a partner? I couldn't think of anyth
BillI listened at the doorway while Oscar spoke to Analiese. I'm pretty sure he knew I was there. Anyway, the door was open, so he had to know that anyone could hear what they were saying - or what he was saying. He translated everything, being clear and concise with his words and her reactions to what he was saying. I was actually pretty proud of him for proding her. She wasn't comfortable with me right now, and that hurt. I struggled with it at first, but Gloria told me that she was ashamed. My baby had nothing to be ashamed of. They call women the weaker se9x for a reason - and it wasn't for women to get pissed about. It was a fact. Most men were bigger and stronger. Most women couldn't fight them off. Facts. Unfortunately, some very evil men had used that strength against her. I didn't blame her for that. I blamed myself. I think we all did.Every single man that went on the rescue mission was pissed as fuc9k. Some of us were able to take out that rage on the men who had orchestr
OscarWhen we arrived at their house, Bill made himself scarce. Again, I was surprised, but Gloria said Ana needed a bath and I guess Bill didn't want to be a part of that. It definitely would have been awkward for him to hang around for bath time.I followed Gloria down the hallway to the bathroom. As she started filling the tub with warm water, she chattered to Ana as she did so, as if Ana was going to speak back to her. It was probably the best strategy, acting as if everything was okay, when nothing was. Can you imagine another scenario where Ana's mom and I would be in the bathroom together, with Ana between us? No? Right, me neither. I didn't dwell on the awkward situation, though. I just waited patiently, with Ana in my arms. The bathroom started to get warm as I leaned against the wall. It had been a hard, strenuous day and my strength was lagging. I guess I need to work on my stamina at the gym from now on.When the tub was full enough for Gloria, she indicated for me to put
OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his
AnalieseRescue. It was a foggy thought in the back of my mind where I was hidden like a game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don't.I heard gunfire and I knew the guys were here, finally. My brain woke up a little, but then the sounds of wood breaking and thuds from the hallway reverberated in my ears. I let myself slip away again as I lay perfectly still. I knew things were happening in the house, but I was lost in a corner of my mind again. Where I was safe. I didn't react when the door of the room we were in thundered open. A dull thud as something hit the floor and more gunfire. Another thud. Voices. Was someone speaking to me? It didn't matter. I wasn't really present. I didn't want to be.I slipped away again when the metal of the cage I was in rattled. The lock was disengaged. Someone was nearby. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to wonder who it was. If it was those mean men again, I needed to stay hidden in my mind. I had been violated, and I wouldn't survive if
OscarMoe was in the zone. His only child was in that room unconscious, but he had tucked that into a corner of his mind so that we could finish the mission. I had to do that too. Compartmentalize, I think it was called. I tucked Ana into a corner of my mind, even though it caused my heart to constrict. I had to listen to the instructions that would keep us all free men. We were never here. Neither were Kylie or Analiese.I told myself that but then my mind started to wander. I snapped out of it when he asked how many bodies were downstairs. I gave him my account and tried to stay present. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just wanted to get back to Ana. I never wanted to let her go again.Moe gave everyone instructions, even me. Brody and I were to get the girls and take them downstairs to wait for Stern to come with the truck. Others were working on clean-up. I tossed out that I had touched the garage door downstairs and the locks on the back door. Bill nodded. I wat