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BensonI surveyed the room. The furniture inside was minimal. A couple of dark leather couches and chairs, the rest of the large room was bare becasue I aked for it to be that way. I pulled Eileen against me, her back to my front. I leaned down to whisper gruffly in her ear."We are going to play a game. You may want to take a good look around and then take those heels off. You're going to run from me, and I'm going to find you. When I do, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Your safe word is captain," she refused to call me that, so I thought it was a good one." Make sure you scream as loud as you want. No one will come save you," I told her in a deep dark voice that I saved for perpetrators in the interrogation room.Then I turned off the lights and let Eileen go. She stood stock still for a moment."Boo," I whispered in her ear. She took off running. "One..." I counted to ten, then I put on a pair of night vision goggles that had been in a little alcove by the door. I scanned th
ShawI bounced up from the couch. I was completely naked. It felt really odd and... naughty. Not to mention I had nothing to leave the building in but I'd worry about that later. Benny had turned into an animal and didn't seem to care in the least. Can I just say, that this is hot as fuck8ing sin? We had been wanting to come here for a long time. I imagined some whip play or a ball gag. This chase? Never entered my mind. It's exciting and arousing. Naked, blind, hide and seek. God, Benny had a great imagination.I couldn't focus on any of that now though, Benny was chasing me again. Holy shi9t this was fun. We'd never played like this before. We were the ones always running after the criminal, not the other way around. I don't know where he gets his ideas, but he's always been very imaginative in the bedroom. Tonight's escapades were on another level though."Don't you dare put the goggles back on this time!" I shouted at him. Then I jogged away, so he couldn't trace me from the direct
Ethan - One year and several months ago (See bonus chapters after book 2 for more context)I teach introductory classes for Shibari showing novices basic knot tying for hands and feet. Beyond that, I teach more advanced classes as well, but because of the complexity required, there aren't many people with sticking power. Rigging up a submissive to hang from a wall or ceiling is a long process. Many think it's tedious. I, however, find the entire process peaceful, calming...erotic. Especially if the subject I'm tying is a woman. I've tied up plenty of men for their Dom's, but it doesn't do much for me. I don't swing that way typically.I like the control the art of Shibari gives me. It calls to a place deep inside myself that likes to have power over another person. It sounds a little depraved and it probably is. My thoughts are my own. I teach about respect and safety. No one has to know that binding a woman into submission is a total turn-on. I'm often rock hard before I'm done and a
QuinnI am broken. Damaged. There is something inside of me. Something dark that allows me to enjoy having a sadist for a Dom. And I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't like it. I let him hurt me and I want more. Perhaps I should feel ashamed. But I don't. I enjoy the feeling of being completely at my Master's mercy. Not knowing what he will do next is a thrill. I'm one fucked up bitch.I discovered something else about myself today. Something huge that I didn't expect. I enjoyed being tied up with hemp rope. I really delighted in having Ethan's hands on me. It was only a means to an end. That's what I thought when Michael decided that was what was happening today. But, no. The sensation of the rope touching my skin, it was like being in a warm bubble bath. It was relaxing and comforting. Like being hugged by your mom for no reason at all, just because she loved you.Then there was the other side. The man doing the tying. Having Ethan right there, in my space, was ridiculously arousing. I'd
QuinnYou're a virgin, aren't you?The most dreaded question when you're in high school. All the kids want to be able to say no. To be cool. To be recognized as someone with experience, but Alex's question took me off guard. Not that I was the type to lie, but I didn't want Alex, the most popular boy in school, to know that no one had been between my legs yet. I wasn't trying to hold on to my untouched title, but I hadn't even had a real boyfriend yet, so yes. I was a virgin. And there was no way I wanted to talk with Alex about that. Not ever. We weren't even a couple.I ducked my head. I didn't want to answer, especially since Derrick was right outside, where I knew he could hear everything. I didn't know either of them and I didn't want to be the laughingstock of the school tomorrow either. Teenagers were cruel. I would be made fun of. I'd seen it happen before to other girls and guys. I kept my mouth shut, but he already knew the answer."No one has ever put their cock inside your
QuinnHigh school was a heartless bit9ch. I wasn't very fond of middle school either, but everything about high school was stressful. I had seven classes that I attended daily, a lot of times with homework in at least two, but up to four of those classes. It was hard keeping my 'B' average. I wasn't the best and brightest, so I had to work hard to get those grades. No subject was an absolutely easy class for me. Some of the teachers made things easier than others. Science was a breeze because of the teacher, not the subject matter. Dressing out for P.E. was an easy way to get an 'A' in that class. Art was another easy 'A'. In those classes, all I had to do was participate.Then there were the people. Deans screaming to walk and not run. Teachers policing the hallways for anyone smoking or otherwise getting up to no good. Not to mention the stress of navigating being a teenager with hundreds of other teenagers all trying to make their mark or not. Some, like me, hid in the shadows. I wa
QuinnI stewed over the situation all weekend. Derrick and Alex were blackmailing me. I could do one of two things. I could capitulate. Do what they want. It would probably be fun. I was interested in se8x with them and I might have gone all the way with one or both of them, if they had been decent human beings about it. Or two, I could defy them and see if they emailed or posted the pictures at school like they claimed they would. Was there a door number three?Derrick or Alex had sent one of the photos to me. I didn't have either of their cell numbers in my phone, so I wasn't sure which of the guys had sent it to me. I didn't text back, or ask any questions of the person that sent the photo. It didn't really matter and I wasn't going to play their game. I downloaded the photo and hid it in a folder on my phone, then deleted the text.In the photo, I was clearly in one of the bathrooms at school. The puke green tiles were on the wall behind me with a clear view of the industrial-style
QuinnMy suspension from school had been delayed, so we could lay the trap for the guys. On Thursday and Friday, I stayed home. I emailed some of my teachers and a couple of them sent me some work I could do at home. I had a test in Science that I wouldn't be able to make up for, which sucked. I went to work both days. On Friday night, Alex and Derrick walked in, and I felt a sense of foreboding.The principal had called my mother to let her know that Alex had been expelled, but Derrick only got a ten-day suspension. Alex was the one in the bathroom threatening me. Derrick was just the look-out. It was my word against his unless they found the pictures on his phone. Which they did not. So he must have downloaded them, maybe to a home computer or a secret cloud account. I knew there was no way he didn't have access to them.I understood her reasoning, but I was worried about going back to school on Tuesday. If they released those pictures, I would be screwed. I know that Principal Sand
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