Sorry I have been gone, had some personal issues to deal with.
AnalieseI'm delighted that Oscar is telling me all the things I want to hear, but there is a nagging voice inside my head that is telling me not to believe every word that drips from his gorgeous lips. He's always been confident but just shy of being arrogant. I've admired that about him. Guys in the high school hallway always wanted to fist bump him, a manifestation of his charm on both women and men alike. That hasn't changed. One thing that is a bit different is that he's not smiling. He's not trying to charm me with his winning smiles and easy-going manner. He's totally serious, and it makes me want to believe him so badly.This serious side of Oscar is new to me, and I'm having trouble navigating it. I hear what he is saying. Things I never, ever thought would come out of his mouth for me, or anyone really. But my heart is closely guarded, and the bottom line is I don't trust him.His rough hand felt so good on my cheek. I leaned into it for a moment. I wanted to feel him touchi
OscarI grinned like a fool the whole drive over to Brody’s. He had gotten a tracker from Moe's office and a plunger to inject it. We were just going to stop in really quickly because he was installing some equipment at his house and I really didn't want to get in the way. I should be helping him, but I have my girl to think about now.My girl. Analiese. She forgave me for being an idiot. I think that also means she's going to give me a second chance. I wonder what she and her mother really talked about. I know it had to be more than some joke between them. I wonder if her mother heard us talking this morning. If so, the conversation went in my favor, so I'm not going to worry about it.I knew we had more talking to do, but it would have to wait. I was going to spend the day with Ana. Hopefully, we will get a chance to finish our conversation uninterrupted. I needed to stop by my apartment and grab some more clothes. I'd taken Ana there once, two years ago. Would it bring back memorie
AnalieseMi corazon. He called me his heart. That is the closest he has ever come to saying I love you. Te amo. I know a little Spanish. I took it in high school, but I never became fluent. Besides, in school they teach you the proper way. All the kids in school made fun of it because the Spanish we hear around here is mostly slang words and phrases, which they most definitely didn't teach you in Spanish class. Oh, and curse words. I could certainly curse someone out in Espanol.We kissed a little more after our confessions to one another, but we didn't take it further than that. We were back at my house, and we were going to meet with Stern. I only met the guy once, but he impressed me. He had, well, a stern expression on his face and seemed to take his job very seriously. I didn't blame him for us being taken. Three against one weren't great odds. I did wonder how they got the jump on him though. Stern was a very no-nonsense sort of guy. Those three goons must have taken him out tog
OscarThings were moving quickly with the stalker situation. I heard from Brody that they were doing a sting using Kylie for bait. Well, it would seem to be Kylie, but in reality, Shaw, Benson's wife and co-worker would pretend to be Kylie. They had ascertained that Kylie was being followed so they decided to use that knowledge to their advantage.Kylie is at a salon right now with Shaw. Shaw would step out in clothing similar to Kylie's and, hopefully, the goons would take the bait and grab her. The end result would hopefully be Edgar in custody. They were sure that Shaw would be safe enough. They didn't want anyone dead, they were sex-trafficking girls, so killing one would make no sense. However, there was the risk that there could be upsetting results once the mercenaries realized they had grabbed the wrong girl. No one expected Edgar to do his own dirty work though, so it might be a while before they figured out that they had not grabbed Kylie but her doppelgänger. Of course, if
OscarThings were moving quickly with the stalker situation. I heard from Brody that they were doing a sting using Kylie for bait. Well, it would seem to be Kylie, but in reality, Shaw, Benson's wife and co-worker would pretend to be Kylie. They had ascertained that Kylie was being followed so they decided to use that knowledge to their advantage.Kylie is at a salon right now with Shaw. Shaw would step out in clothing similar to Kylie's and, hopefully, the goons would take the bait and grab her. The end result would hopefully be Edgar in custody. They were sure that Shaw would be safe enough. They didn't want anyone dead, they were sex-trafficking girls, so killing one would make no sense. However, there was the risk that there could be upsetting results once the mercenaries realized they had grabbed the wrong girl. No one expected Edgar to do his own dirty work though, so it might be a while before they figured out that they had not grabbed Kylie but her doppelgänger. Of course, if
OscarI longed to be inside her and make us one again. I hungered for her. Not just her juicy pus8sy I just walked away from, but her submissiveness. Ana was so fu8cking stunning and nearly irresistible. I had to walk away before I took my co9ck out and impaled her. I willed my dic8k to go down before I went back. I wanted to give her more orgasms and as much as I wanted to make her mine again, that wasn't the plan for today. I wanted to prove to her that she was more than a conquest. She was mi corazon. My heart. I was in love with her and I had been for a long time.I checked the digital read-out on the washing machine. There were two minutes left on the wash cycle. I got the next load ready to go in, and threw some dryer sheets in the dryer while I waited for the spin cycle to stop rolling. My mom did this for me a lot, but I told her I'd take care of it. I hadn't told her everything about Ana. She would nag me incessantly. I only told her I had found a girl I liked, who I was spen
AnalieseI'm never alone. My dad and Oscar have scheduled the sh8it out of me. I started going back at school this week and I got my job back. I can't put my life on hold for a maybe or a 'what if'' scenario. There had been no sign of Edgar. Everyone seems to think that he's left town and probably the country. My boss at my job had not been able to replace me, so when I called in yesterday, to the dismay of my family and Oscar, he hired me back right on the spot. I start tonight. Now I'm in class and I have another class in a few minutes, then Oscar will pick me up.I can drive. I have a car. I'm not five years old. But everyone is treating me like Edgar's going to arrive off the street and grab me. Yeah, right. The sex-trafficking ring was disbanded. Why would Edgar go out of his way to grab me? It's unrealistic, but no one seems to realize that but me. Anyway, Oscar plans to drop me off at work and then my Dad will pick me up.One thing that is bothering me is that I won't get to sp
OscarI saw Stern as I exited the parking lot. I thought about calling him and asking him what the fu8ck? But I decided against it. He was the only one that had raised the issue that we didn't know where Edgar was. I agreed with him actually, but I didn't say anything. Benson had given the all clear, and I wasn't in a position to argue. I was her boyfriend, but it wasn't my purview. Everyone was tense, and I literally saw the tension run out of Ana when her dad told her that Benson thought the threat was over.Unfortunately, I know what Gwen, Kylie's mom, had told her and Brody. Edgar never gave up. He always got revenge. No one thought that would apply to this situation. Mainly because the evidence had piled against Edgar. One thing we did know was that he had kept in touch with his lawyer. The consensus was that he had left the country to avoid prosecution. That didn't sit well with me. I probably would have stayed in the parking lot of the college myself if I didn't have a meeting
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