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BrodyI didn't know whether to laugh or be pissed. Kylie was mad and pouting. She slammed out of the apartment, and I really should have brought her back in and spanked her ass, but I didn't. It was enough that I knew she had acted out. It wasn't something done in public. Well, at least there was no one around to see it which saved her pretty little ass for now. Her mouth at the dinner table the other night, however, was worth a punishment. That punishment had been stalled due to still living under Moe's roof. I'd been thinking about what I would do, and I figured it out yesterday when I was told the recliner was ready for pickup. I brought it straight here. I didn't know when I would get the opportunity to bring Kylie here, but it was a priority. I didn't even know it would be today. I had no reason to think it would be so soon. When I realized there were no workers inside, it escalated things.I can almost hear your dirty minds. I didn't do it that way for the reasons you are thinkin
RobertaI was coming to the end of my workday. I'd had meetings and clients in and out of my office all day. I had been dutifully distracted and hadn't had any time to think about all the craziness that was going on in my life suddenly. Now that I was finally alone, my mind turned toward last Friday when Chuck barging back into my life.He looked much the same as he did when he was here with us, just a little older. The years had been good to him. Really good. His sandy hair with a few streaks of gray at the temples, had been tossed by the wind. Florida had a law that you didn't have to wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle. There was a special license you had to get, but many people took advantage of it. Moe did as well unless he went on a long ride out of the county, which didn't happen much anymore. Chuck's hair had been long enough to run my hands through it and I thought back to a memory of doing just that in bed, days before he left us.I had thought back then that we had a grea
Roberta"No, Roberta, this is just the beginning."I hadn't realized I had spoken that aloud, but I didn't have time to blush even though his words affected me greatly. I couldn't think about that at the time. He'd given me fair warning and I had no intention of using my new safe word. He had unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his thighs, his gaze never leaving mine. Then he'd fisted his massive cock.I'd never seen one so large, except in p**n. He had leaned forward and ran the head of his fat cock through my folds, bumping against my clit. My hips had surged upwards trying to take him into me all at once. I'd needed to feel him inside, right at that fucking moment."Greedy little thing, aren't you?" he observed, his voice had dipped low, before notching at my center. He held me by my hips while he'd guided himself inside, inch by slow inch. I'd stretched to accommodate him. There had been a pinch of pain and I'd whimpered. He'd pulled back and gently, almost lovingly, gone ba
KylieChuck was sitting on the front porch. He'd roared up on his motorcycle a little bit ago but didn't even knock. I guess he already knows Dad and Roberta aren't here yet. I decided to mind my own business. I stayed in my room. I've got enough drama in my life.Brody punished me today, and I was trying to figure out if I was still mad about it. He left for work just before Chuck got here. I told Brody that I would stay here in the house, and I will. The only thing is, now I feel caged. It pisses me off that Edgar has caused this. Being stalked, royally sucked. I know that Stern guy is out there somewhere keeping an eye out. I let out a little giggle at my bodyguard's name and his stren countenance lived up to it. Then I sighed. I wonder what this is costing my dad.I flopped down on my bed. I was too wound up to read or even play a game on my phone. I could call Analiese or Honey but even though I was bored out of my mind, I didn't. I thought about my punishment some more. Brody kne
MoeMy woman roamed closer to the edge of the bed where I waited for her. I owed her some orgasms. I planned to take my time. The house was quiet. Kylie was in her room where she had been since dinner. Our bedrooms were connected by a wall, so I had a ball gag ready for Roberta's beautiful mouth. She had just left the shower and I could smell her lavender body wash, the smell drifting into my nostrils and hardening my dick. I was going to ignore that fucker though. I'd already been satisfied earlier in her office. Fuck she always submitted to me so beautifully.When she reached me, I told her to drop her robe. I wanted to see her. All of her. She was seductive without trying. The robe dropped to the floor behind her and I stared at her tits. Her breasts weren't as high as they used to be. Age has a way of changing our bodies, but they were still lush and tipped with the prettiest nipples I've ever seen. I'd love her body when she was ninety because it was her. My true love. My soul mat
BrodySo much sh8it was going down at once. Honey called me earlier and wanted me with her when she met with Chuck again. I had a hard time thinking about him as Dad. He wasn't that. Not in a long time. I was nine when he left and after Moe came into our lives and took up the slack, I really didn't have any use for him. I thought about him less and less. On my own, I probably wouldn't have much to do with him. We went to lunch with him on Monday. We heard him out. He was sorry. He had regrets, blah, blah.Okay, got it. Thanks for that, let's move on, shall we? I know Honey is feeling emotional. I wonder if she is pregnant again. She gets all teary-eyed when she's pregnant and feels things more deeply than at other times. But whatever the case may be, she wants to get to know him. I guess that means I have to as well. I gave her the go ahead to set up a meet with him. Some time when the kids are tucked away in school. She doesn't want to introduce them to him yet. I get that too. I'm em
KylieI called Analiese on my break today. I updated her on everything that was happening and asked her to come hang out at the house with me tonight. I felt bad that I hadn't really spoken with her much since I came home. I decided that should change. Also, I wanted her here because I was taking my safety seriously. I can't go to a club or a bar right now. It wasn't even safe for me to go to her house. I had Stern outside watching and my father inside. They were both armed. This was the best place for me to be and Analiese would be safe here too. I certainly didn't want to put anyone else in danger.My dad had hooked up a TV in my bedroom and I had logged into my Netfl8ix account by the time she made it over. She brought Chinese take-out. General Tso's for me and Lo Mein for her. I made a pan of brownies earlier, and I could make popcorn later if we got hungry again.I had missed hanging out with my friend. We were watching 'The Women'. Meg Ryan was eating a stick of butter after dipp
Detective BensonThis was a serious clusterfuck. I stood in Moe's front yard and waited for the forensics team to finish their job. Moe was taken away in an ambulance. He'd been shot through the shoulder and would probably be fine, but you never knew with gunshot wounds. Roberta had gone with him, so my next stop was at the hospital to interview her. But first, I had Brody on the way home from work. I needed to know if there was anything he could do to help me find the girls. Yes. Girls.Shit. When Moe called me to tell me about the stalker issue, I handled it personally. I've known Moe for a long time. We used to be in the department together years ago and we had stayed friendly. We called each other from time to time to shoot the shit or if we needed information and thought the other one might have it.I sent some of my guys out to find Edgar earlier this week to have a chat, but he was in the wind. That never boded well but from my investigation so far, all I could find out about th
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