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ShawI used Lenore's password to open her phone once we got back to the station. I didn't know how much longer the Captain would let Benny and I work together, so I wanted to make the most of it. I sat next to him in the bullpen, but not too close. We opened her texts first to see if we could find anything suspicious. I scrolled through while he looked over my shoulder. Our backs were to the wall. He rolled his chair closer and soon I felt his hand slide up my leg. I gave him a warning look, but he was looking at the phone and not at me.His hand didn't stop traveling until it was under my skirt. I had to work hard not to react, especially when I wanted to part my legs to make it easier on him. I shifted away."I'll move back to my side if you don't stop," I half-complained, though I really loved it. His hands on me were sublime."I'll be good, baby. Stay here. I need you by my side," he whispered. I turned to goo when this big burly guy said things like that.I tried to ignore my body
Explict scene below. Read at your own risk.DanielNatalia and I had gotten boxes to pack up the apartment. My offer was accepted by the buyer and if nothing wrong was found when the title company did their routine search, then we would be moving in a few weeks. If I was able to pay cash, maybe I could have sped the process up but as in all large purchases, all i's had to be dotted and all the t's crossed.I talked to Brandt about buying a few pieces from the Club's main room that had been shuffled out to make way for the clean up and rebuild. I had a few more things in my A****n cart that I was planning to purchase to add to the room. I'd also gotten back with someone that was going to make custom curtains for the master bedroom. The rest I was leavig up to Natalia. She had gone to a few thrift shops and the like looking for lightly used outdoor furniture for the back porch. We also found a huge dinning room table and chairs that would be perfect for the dining room. We hadn't started
James I was happy once. I had a relationship that I thought was everything. I lived and breathed for this person. I worked a menial job back then. I was younger and thought I had found my forever. I went through high school and a little college working through my sexuality. I liked girls of all types. Small breasts, large breasts, thick thighs and chicken legs. It didn't matter to me, I found I didn't have a type, whatever caught my eye or got my dick hard. But there were a few men that I was attracted to throughout those years. It confused me at first, but by the time I graduated from high school I knew I could go both ways.I didn't have this big coming out of the closet moment. It was just me and my mom, and she was cool with whatever. That made it easier to figure things out for myself. I didn't have to fight with my emotions or worry that someone would be disappointed in me. I have heard all kinds of stories about guys and girls having to work through these feelings. That wasn't
BensonI'm good at my job. On the nights that Shaw isn't with me, it makes my job a little easier. Then I'm not distracted by her creamy thighs and juicy t*its. I stay up late and work on my computer doing research on my suspects. Or in some instances, I guess you could call them persons of interest. When I first looked up James Donovan, it was just research. I never cared for Gayle, so I checked into the guy she married. It was just one of those gut feelings.I had trouble finding any information on him after his college years. He didn't graduate from the local college, but following a hunch, I went to one of those websites that have yearbooks. It was a digital one that the college put together through their journalism class. I found a picture taken during those years and, low and behold! I found a picture of James and Micheal. Together. It was a candid photo with lots of other people in the picture. If you weren't looking specifically for them, you might not even have noticed it. But
DanielNatalia and I were in the office when I called Benson back. He had previously asked me if I remembered when James had visited the office to see Gayle. Whether it was at night or during the day. Was it possible that James and Michael had met? If I thought the questions were strange, I said nothing. I told him I would think about it and get back with him. But I did more than that. I asked Brandt because he was there that day too. He recalled that it was close to the time that Gayle left for the day. James was there to pick up Gayle because she'd had a problem with her car that morning. He also remembered that it was around the time he met Honey. That meant I had a timeline and I could scour the video footage with more precision. She'd worked with us for little over a year, so going through everything would have been a real pain.Nat helped. We started by looking at footage from outside the front door of the club because someone, presumably James, would have dropped her off that mo
This chapter may be triggering to some. It contains consensual / non-consensual se*x with two men. Read at your own risk.JamesI could almost feel the noose tightening. Benson had called and wanted another interview. Just me this time. I'm glad. I never wanted Gayle mixed up in all this. She knew about Michael but only the bare bones. I didn't want to ever lie to her, but my humiliation was my own.I tried for two weeks to get that cage off my junk. I could have gone to a lock smith maybe? But that was too embarrassing. I didn't go to the cops for the same reason. I could hear the conversation in my head."Yes, officer, I went with him willingly. He made me suck his dck, and then I masturbated while he watched. Then he put this cage on and I did nothing to stop him." Yeah, sounds like a great conversation to have. It was my word against his. I didn't think much would come of it as far as a prosecution, but I'd be a laughingstock for sure. No, thank you.I made keys out of all sorts o
NataliaIt was hard coming to terms with the fact that Campo had assaulted Quinn on the night he met James in the club lobby. We didn't know exactly what Benson and Shaw had on James, but it was clear he was now their main suspect. It felt good that maybe we had given them the piece of evidence that tied it all together. I could feel good about that and sad that whatever was said between them that night was probably the catalyst for being cruel to Quinn to the point of almost killing her.If James was the murderer, then that conversation also got Michael killed, I surmised. James looked pissed at seeing Michael and worse after whatever it was that Michael said to him. Too bad the video had no audio. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.Daniel was going out of his way to distract me today. We are going downtown to search for a wedding dress and do a cake testing for the wedding cake. Then the florist shop. We still have a little ways to go until the house is
ShawThat video just about sealed our case for us. But not as solid evidence. We showed James the video, and he confessed to everything. Including trying to set up Lenore to take the fall.When we brought James in for an interview, we didn't have much but hunches. Or at least, Benny's famous hunches, the ones he's never wrong about. The boat was clean, like James said it would be. We got a search warrant for the house, and it is being executed now. Gayle was in another interview room. James didn't know that. Since they were married, we couldn't force her to speak to us because of spousal immunity. Whatever she knew about James before or during their marriage was privileged. But we had to try, of course. It would be up to her if she decided to give us information that could put James in a cell for life. Or a jury could decide to give him death since murder was a capital offense. And this particular murder appeared to be premeditated, which could make things worse as far as sentencing go
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