Was that a proposal? Dom males love to give orders.
BensonMichael Campo's killer remained elusive. I was working at my desk, going through all the clues we had amassed so far. Our two best suspects were Lenore Smithers and Sandra Jacobs. Lenore was a suspect simply because she tampered with evidence and tried to pin the murder on Natalia Jacobs. Sandra Jacobs was a suspect for several reasons. She had inserted herself into the investigation several times, coming in to give a statement when we hadn't asked her for one, was pretty suspicious. Secondly, she kept calling us as if she wanted information from us to see where we were going with the investigation. Both of those things usually meant someone had something they wanted to hide and was fishing to see if we had figured out what they were hiding. Plus, she could have a motive. It was her daughter that was hurt at the club by Campo only days before. We couldn't find a motive for Lenore to have killed Campo. Had they met before? We needed to lock that down.The police in Frog City, as
The Killers POVI'd gone over the boat with a fine tooth comb. They won't find anything there. I threw the knife over a bridge on my way home. I left no DNA and no fingerprints. Have I forgotten anything? Overlooked anything? Think like a cop. I kept my phone at home, at least my real one. I made sure there were no cameras in the vicinty of the lauindromat. The only thing that has me worried is the note. The cops haven't found it yet, or they would have dragged me in for questioning already. I can only hope that Campo threw it away where it can never be found. I searched his car and his house. His pockets. Everywhere the cops would search.I know Benson and Shaw are still working heavily on the case. I've been keeping my ears open, nose to the ground, all that crap. They don't have any reason to arrest ore even suspect me. I'm sure of that. I even have a scapegoat in mind if they get too close. Without the note, they've got nothing. My history with Campo is hidden in years past. No one
NataliaOur romantic interlude was over, and we were allowed back in the apartment. The top half of the building had been cleared but the club itself was off limits until repairs could be made. That could take months. Daniel was busy all day working with different people to get the club back in order. He met with contractors for bids on repairs and more insurance people. The property damage and the death of that woman were under two separate policies. I didn't understand it all, but I acted as his secretary, answering calls and greeting people. I kind of like it. He also logged me onto Gayle's computer and showed me how to do some of the reports he needed for projections for the future. The club might have to get a loan to rebuild if insurance doesn't cover everything.I fielded a phone call a little earlier from Detective Benson. He wanted to speak with Daniel or Brandt. I explained that Brandt was out for a few days and Daniel was with some insurance people. He allowed me to take a m
DanielOne year earlierLenore and I signed our contract today. Was I a sick fuck for wanting a woman that acted like a young girl? Mabye. But it sure was fun. I liked taking care of her. I was getting her ready for a bath, then I was going to make dinner. She wanted chicken nuggets, again. While chicken nuggets had their place, I was making myself a chef's salad with grilled chicken and fresh avocado.I made sure the bath water was warm but not to hot. I poured in some bubble bath and Lenore squealed while the tub filled with bubbles. She really got into her 'Little' role. I admired her body. She had really large breasts and I loved to watch them jiggle. She was pretty short, which fit her child-like role, so she fit perfectly in the bathtub. I ran my fingers up her leg past her soft and smooth thigh to her sex. She giggled like a little girl when I ran my fingers over her smooth sex."Be a good girl, Lenore, while I go get a couple of things, okay?" I asked her in my Daddy voice."Ok
NataliaAt first, I didn't know what had awoken me. I was groggy and didn't recognize the buzzing noise, having only heard it one time before when my mom came to visit. I shook Daniel."Babe, what is that noise?" I asked, my voice hoarse from sleep.He rolled over. "Shit. Someone is at the downstairs door trying to buzz in."He picked up his phone and opened an application. It brought up a live video feed of the outside rear entrance."Damn," he said. "It's Lenore."The gift that keeps on giving."If you let her in this time, I'm leaving, and I won't be letting you punish me for it." I wasn't joking and he knew it."Let me go downstairs and find out how bad it is. If I have to, I'll call the police to come get her." he said in a resigned voice."Leave your phone with me. I want to see the action." I trusted him. It was Lenore I didn't trust."Yeah, okay but let me have yours, so I can call the cops if needed." I grabbed mine off the nightstand and handed it to him."I love you, Daniel.
LenoreI woke up in jail again for the second time in as many weeks. This time, however, I'm not exactly sure what the offense is. I know I went to Daniel's apartment. I tried to convince him to let me stay with him. I needed my Daddy. But he's got a new bitch now, and I'm on my own again. I don't like being alone.I don't know what time it is but suspect around seven thirty or eight. I can hear signs that the jail is waking up. Doors are clanging, and the new shift is coming on, the last shift going home. The guards are laughing and greeting each other. Some of my fellow inmates are starting to stir as well. I'm in a cell with two other girls. This is just the county jail, so it doesn't hold as many folks as a prison would. People come and go from here all the time, whether they are released back to society or off to serve a prison term once the court process is over. It's not a comfortable place to be in the slightest. And I've been here twice so far. It's a pretty depressing feeling
NataliaI woke up with Daniel's hard, pierced cock rubbing between my legs in a parody of sex. He was behind me. His fingers were on my clit, and I was already close to an orgasm. He could do that to me even in my sleep. It was unusual for him to be awake before me, but we'd had a long night. After watching a few episodes, we went to bed knowing we could only nap a few hours before getting back up to face the day."Oh, god!" I gasped as my body started to spasm. I jerked my hips involuntarily in response to what he was doing to me."Cum for me baby," he rasped in my ear. When I was done quaking, he rolled me onto my back and spread my legs. I could feel how wet I was. He slid in easily and groaned in pleasure."I love you, Nat," he said as he thrust into my body slowly at first. He lay on top of me and started kissing my face, my jaw, my neck. He lifted a little and bowed his head, so he could reach my nipples with his mouth. All the while fucking me with agonizing slowness.Oh. The se
BensonWe were into an hour-long interview and I still had questions for Lenore. We still hadn't gotten to the part about Dale Ignasis. I spoke to him yesterday and I wanted to bring Lenore in for another interview anyway. She just came to us first."So you actually met Campo years ago? While Gayle was with him?" I clarified. If she had met him while they were together, that would solidify things in court."I met him once when they first got together, but the longer they were a couple, the less we saw of her. Her mother was really worried about her at the time. It wasn't like Gayle to go long periods of time without speaking with her family. And her dad was sick in the hospital, but she never went to see him. Her mom actually drove to their house and demanded to see Gayle. Campo was acting sketchy but allowed Aunt Mary in the house when she threatened to call the police."Shaw put in, "Why didn't you tell us this before, Lenore? It sounds like Gayle should have been a suspect all along
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag