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QuinnI sought him out. It had taken all of my courage to do so. Last time I was here he had a sub, Mary. I knew of her but didn't know her well. I was taking a chance that he was done with her, but a man like him wouldn't be without a woman for long. If he was unattached, I hoped I could convince him to help me. If not, maybe he could recommend someone that would. I couldn't ask Brandt or Daniel for help. It would be awkward to ask Brandt anyway, but I definitely couldn't ask Daniel. My sister would find out and flip her lid. I don't have anyone here that I would consider a friend either, not really. I had isolated myself while I was with Michael. Or rather he had isolated me, but I didn't want to think about that right now. My therapist got enough information out of me weekly.I have talked and talked and talked. For months now. I needed some action. My therapist was okay with me being in the lifestyle. I just had to make healthy choices about the people I surrounded myself with. And
Ethan"You see me, the real me," Quinn said, a bit of awe in her voice.I nod because I do see her. She's petite but vuluptous. Her hips are thick, and her breasts are large. Her nip8ples strained against the fabric of her dress. She's dressed modestly, but that is almost hotter than the skimpiest négligée. Because no one can see her this way, she's for my eyes only. I know she went through a lot. She has a fuc8ked up view of this life in her mind and thought she had to take some licks with it. I can show her a different way. I will show her that it can be truly good with the right person. With me.But she's wrong about one thing. My control is not made of iron. It's made of the air around us. It's paper thin right now, that's how flimsy my control is. I close my eyes and take a breath. I don't want to scare her, but I'm feeling a bit unhinged at the moment. She came to me for this of her own free will. I don't want to hold back even though it is what she needs. What I need is vastly d
This story may be triggering for some. It does have the B D S M, themes, so please beware. Bad language, dark sex8ual themes and other stuff. You have been warned. Book Three - PrologueMoeToday was the day I finally get to see her, spend time with her. My baby girl. I've missed out on so much. But with Roberta by my side and after a lengthy court battle that ended two months ago, I finally got joint custody. My ex had taken my daughter to another state when we broke up, which had made things harder and trickier. But finally, I was on the way to the Orlando International Airport to pick up Kylie. I would have her for the whole summer, and I was really looking forward to it.I flew to her home in North Carolina last month to see her for the first time in two years. I wanted her to see me and get to know me a little before coming to stay with me for such a long time. Two whole months. When you're a kid, two years is a long time, so I was afraid she wouldn't remember me. I was wrong tho
BrodyEverything is going wrong for me today. My best friend Oscar and I had just started working at The Club, the sex club that my sister and her husband owned. Except that I just got a look at the schedule, and we got put on opposite schedules. Now we not only don't work with each other, we also don't get to hang out after work either. Or game together on our favorite server.I'm a serious gamer on online platforms. I'm kind of addicted. Okay, really addicted. That's pretty much all I do when I'm not working. It's stress relief. Don't judge me. I'm also pretty much a loner. So, Oscar is not only my best friend, but one of my only friends. I'm cool with that. I don't like people much anyway. I met Oscar in high school and we bonded over video games. Mostly X-box and PS3 at first, but we stepped it up a few notches the older we got.I'm currently looking for a place to live. I am nineteen now, and I want to get out of my parents' house. I'm on the waitlist for an apartment upstairs but
B D S M: Bratty Behavior KylieMy parents are expecting me this weekend. I came to town early basically because I had nowhere else to go. I'm staying with a friend from high school for a few days and I haven't told anyone else that I'm here. I have no money and my gas tank is on fumes, which is another reason I came straight here to sunny Florida. I didn't have the money or inclination to linger anywhere else. It's kind of embarrassing that I have to run home to Daddy at the ripe age of twenty-one. I should be graduating from college and getting the fuck on with my life, but I screwed that up and now...well, now I have to go home and lick my wounds.I really think of this little town as home, too. I was born here, but then my mom took me away. Probably just to spite him, 'cause she's a self-righteous, selfish bitch. My dad fought for joint custody and won, as was his right. I've been coming back here to visit him since I was thirteen. It was a whole thing. But I'm glad he did. He's a
B D S M: Bratty BehaviorBrodyShe stuck her tongue out at me like she was a child then dug her heels in. And I have never been more turned on in my life. I swung her up into my arms and reversed directions. I headed towards the back, but it wasn't the VIP rooms that I wanted. I went to a side door that was off limits to patrons and put my code in. Technically, I shouldn't go into this stairwell either. I don't live here, yet. But there was no privacy on a Friday night, and I was going to need some for what I was about to do. I walked into a small alcove hidden beneath the stairs. I let Kylie slide down my body. She had stopped resisting at some point, but she'd gotten my anger up. I decided she would face the consequences."Place your hands on the wall in front of you." I ordered her. She hesitated, and I waited for the sassy comeback that would worsen her punishment."Who do you think you are, Brody?" She said like a pouty child, a brat, like I said."I'm the man who is going to puni
KylieI woke up to a loud ping from my phone. I was sore, and I briefly wondered why until I remembered my run in with Brody last night. And my spanking. I rolled out of bed carefully. Brody! Oh my god. We were having lunch today. I grabbed my phone and checked my notifications. I ignored everything else until I read the text from him. It was 10:30 now, and he wanted to meet me at noon. I had just enough time to shower and get ready to be there on time. The restaurant he chose was about twenty minutes from here. I calculated when I had to leave to be there on time. If I leave at 11:40 I should make it.I looked over at Analiese's bed. She was already up. Maybe if I hurry, I can catch a ride with her before she goes off for the day. I can't remember if she has to work later. I'm a terrible friend. I really should pay better attention when she tells me things, but she's a bit annoying. She's very high energy, and she has this horrible habit of saying the word "like" after every other wo
BrodyKylie is late. I arrived at the restaurant early, of course. I picked a place that serves breakfast all day because I know Kylie likes it. I was waiting around fifteen minutes when she popped out of a car and bounded up the sidewalk. I saw through the car window that a young woman had dropped her off. Probably Analiese, but I can't be sure from this angle. Anyway, now sure it wasn't a man, my eyes are all over Kylie. She's wearing some athletic type pants that show all her curves and a short shirt that will show the skin of her abdomen if she lifts her arms. Her hairstyle makes her look younger than her age. Did she dress like that to piss me off? I don't wonder long because then she's in front of me.I had ordered her a coke because I know what she likes. I've paid attention to her long enough, but it will probably be flat as the ice has started melting. She takes a seat in front of me, and before I can say a word about her apparel, the waitress comes over."Are you ready to ord
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