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Brandt I arrived at Honey's right on time. I was so eager to see her that I forgot to stop to get her a gift. She was killing me in another pair of short shorts that hugged her tight ass. I know she did it for me. Her T-shirt hung loose around her but went into a deep V, showing me the tops of her ripe breasts. She was ready for me. She was inviting me, practically begging me to touch her just with her actions alone. I wasn't going to disappoint her. First, I needed to ask about Brody. I haven't gotten to spend much time with him, but I know he is important to Honey. "How's Brody's arm? What did the doctor say yesterday?" I bombarded her with questions so she wouldn't think too much about what would be happening later. I heaved a sigh of relief to be back in her presence. "I can't remember if I told you that the doctor was waiting for the swelling to go down. Yesterday, he did another x-ray. He has decided not to do surgery as Brody is healing very fast, probably because of his youn
Honey"Thank you, Master." I said to Brandt almost breathlessly. Oh my god. I just thanked him for pleasuring me. "Yes, yes, such a good girl, thanking me for your orgasm." He had watched me the whole time, just like he said he would. "I want to try one of your soft limits now, Honey." Brandt said softly. I eyed him in confusion, but he continued. "You spread your legs for me, so fucking good, you little fucking slut." He pulled several fingers through my wetness and shoved them into my mouth. "Taste yourself. Lick my fingers," I stuck out my tongue hesitantly. "Now suck them." He commanded me, but he wasn't done. "I can't wait to have your aching pussy riding my cock, while I turn you into my cum dumpster." He watched my face carefully. Why was that so fucking hot? Why did I enjoy being degraded? We had talked about it but I wasn't sure I would like it. We both knew I wasn't any of those things but I liked it. I wanted more, as always with him. I writhed and whimpered, and watche
Honey Thursday passed. It was a long day for me because I had school and work. I called Brandt just before I got to work as usual but, very unusually, he didn't answer. I dived right into my job and didn't have time to think too much about it. After work, I called him again. That time he did answer but he blew me off. At least that's how it felt. He was very short, explaining that he couldn't talk. After all the attention he had lavished upon me up to this point, I had a hard time not feeling hurt. When he texted later that night, around 11 p.m, I feigned sleep, if only to myself. Yes, it was petty, but I followed his rules and was still being ignored? Nope, I would ignore him too. The next day being Friday, I got up early, made my lunch, then left for my early shift. If I half expected Brandt to be outside leaning on my car, waiting for me like he was last week, I was sorely disappointed, again. After work, I considered going to the club, to shake things up a bit. It was now going o
BrandtAs I drove to Honey's, I was still trying to figure out how much to tell her. This was the first drama in our relationship. As her Dom, I normally wouldn't bother telling her anything. My private life, outside of the playroom, wouldn't be her business. But this was Honey. For one, I don't want to hide things. Two, she may be submissive, but I don't believe she was one to slough things off. And three? I have a bad feeling she is pissed at not hearing from me yesterday. She has a right to be. Again, if I just wanted a submissive, this would be an entirely different situation. Instead, I brooded. I handled that wrong. In the drama of it all, I decided not to contact her mostly because I didn't know what to say. I know I should have checked in with her. She hasn't tried to contact me at all, so I know something is up. I just have to fix it, fast. I need her to settle me down, calm my nerves. Somehow, I know that she can do that for me. It's just that I may have to soothe her first.
Brandt I had gotten sidetracked on Friday, trying to make it up to Honey. I didn't finish telling her that Quinn had recovered. She would spend the next few days in the hospital being monitored. I spoke with the sister and explained everything. Well, maybe not in explicit detail, but I think she got the gist of things. Quinn's sister, Natalia, flew in from out of town yesterday, which is why I was able to go see Honey in the afternoon. I didn't stay to meet up with her after our in-depth telephone conversation. Our plan was to meet today at the club. She wanted to understand a little more about the BDSM lifestyle and see the club firsthand. She felt she would be able to help Quinn better if she understood where she was coming from. I thought that was a great idea, so I alloted some time with her. Then I was going to have Daniel take over. I had plans with Honey that I didn't want to break. The man at the door notified me when she arrived. I entered the lobby to find a stunning
Brandt I had plans. Then I remade those plans. Second guessed myself. Is there such a thing as third guessing one's self? Just because I'm a dominant doesn't mean I have all the answers. Especially not when it comes to Honey. She's not only new to BDSM, but to sex altogether. I totally wanted to rush into things with her. I wanted to feel her under me. I wanted between her legs in the worst way, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wanted Honey so badly but I made promises to her and myself. We both needed for her first time to be special. I was going to make popping her cherry one of the best memories of her life. I was a master at the build-up. Layering sexual tension with arousal, with desire. I'd had some practice, sure, except this time I was way too good at it. So good, I got caught up with it myself. I was so far gone over this girl that I was afraid of being alone with her. No, seriously. I was either going to embarrass myself by blowing my load like it was my first time or I'd ruin
UnknownI couldn't just watch anymore. I had to act. Brandt brought that girl to his house again and I knew it was serious. I decided to scare her off. If she felt threatened, she would choose not to see him any longer, right? I mean what had it been, a week or two? How emotionally invested could they be? Anyway, it makes no difference. I had to make Brandt notice me. I wouldn't be able to do that with her in the picture. It was broad daylight and I was dressed like I belonged in this neighborhood. I just had to make my way around to the unlocked window, which took some finesse. I had subtly moved a couple of the cameras a few days ago so that even if I was caught on film going in the house, they wouldn't be able to get a good look.I found some fresh roadkill earlier that I put in a heavy duty trash bag. I'm not usually such a creep, but I need to make a statement. Dead things make really impactful statements. I had gloves on my hands as I pushed open the window. I was strong and a
BrandtEverything was ruined. Dinner was ruined. Our date was ruined. Honey's confidence in me? Ruined. I ran to the kitchen to find the potatoes had boiled away all the water and were burring in the pan. I threw it into the sink and turned on the water. As I filled the pan with water and listened to the angry sizzle. Just like our weekend. I had turned the meatloaf off earlier but left it in the oven to keep warm, so now I took it out and placed it on the stove. I'd wrap it in tin foil and save it for sandwiches later in the week. I wandered back down the hall and listened to the conversations of the technicians processing the bathroom. I wasn't holding my breath that they would find much evidence. I'm sure the perpetrator wore gloves and unless the person left behind DNA like spit or a hair with the follicle still attached well... it just wasn't likely. If they were sophisticated enough to get around my security system, I'm not holding my breath for much evidence. I had not alarme
OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his
AnalieseRescue. It was a foggy thought in the back of my mind where I was hidden like a game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don't.I heard gunfire and I knew the guys were here, finally. My brain woke up a little, but then the sounds of wood breaking and thuds from the hallway reverberated in my ears. I let myself slip away again as I lay perfectly still. I knew things were happening in the house, but I was lost in a corner of my mind again. Where I was safe. I didn't react when the door of the room we were in thundered open. A dull thud as something hit the floor and more gunfire. Another thud. Voices. Was someone speaking to me? It didn't matter. I wasn't really present. I didn't want to be.I slipped away again when the metal of the cage I was in rattled. The lock was disengaged. Someone was nearby. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to wonder who it was. If it was those mean men again, I needed to stay hidden in my mind. I had been violated, and I wouldn't survive if
OscarMoe was in the zone. His only child was in that room unconscious, but he had tucked that into a corner of his mind so that we could finish the mission. I had to do that too. Compartmentalize, I think it was called. I tucked Ana into a corner of my mind, even though it caused my heart to constrict. I had to listen to the instructions that would keep us all free men. We were never here. Neither were Kylie or Analiese.I told myself that but then my mind started to wander. I snapped out of it when he asked how many bodies were downstairs. I gave him my account and tried to stay present. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just wanted to get back to Ana. I never wanted to let her go again.Moe gave everyone instructions, even me. Brody and I were to get the girls and take them downstairs to wait for Stern to come with the truck. Others were working on clean-up. I tossed out that I had touched the garage door downstairs and the locks on the back door. Bill nodded. I wat
OscarSince I had stepped back after breaking the glass in the window and flipping the locks, I was last through the door. Bill, Chuck and Stern crashed through and almost immediately I heard an exchange of gun fire. I ducked low and came through with my gun pointed straight out in front of me. I didn't want to accidentally hit one of my team, but as Moe taught us, this was tactical. I had to be ready to use the gun in my hand. I had never done this shi8t before and was out of my element, but I was a good shot at the gun range, though that was target shooting. We were now shooting to kill. This whole thing was fu8cked.I did as Moe taught us. I assessed the situation. Bill and Chuck were hovering over two bodies that were now lying on the kitchen floor. One guy never even got his gun out. I could see that they had the scene well under control, two men were down and blood was already pooling thickly on the kitchen tiles.I heard more gunfire upstairs. Brody, Brandt, Moe and Daniel were
AnalieseKylie and I were having a great day. The sun was shining and the breeze off the ocean felt heavenly. It was our first day of hanging out since the incident. We went into so many shops, sometimes just browsing, other times we bought something. Then we stopped for lunch a little before noon. We came out with drinks and sandwiches prepared to sit at one of the little tables on the sidewalk in front of the shop.Kylie wanted to know what was going on with me and Oscar. I was wondering how much to tell her. I mean I wasn't ashamed, it was just new to talk about. How do I describe the se8x we have been having? And the kinks? Because Oscar had multiple. I knew she was a Brat and that Brody had a brat kink. How could he not, being attracted to Kylie all these years? But I didn't know all the details of their relationship and I didn't need to know. It was nice having a friend that was into the same things. It felt freeing in a way, even though I don't think I would tell her...everythi
OscarIt has been three weeks since Ana and Kylie were kidnapped. There had been no word about Edgar and everyone was breathing a sigh of relief. I had my doubts that he was gone for good, but what could I do? I was dropping Ana off to visit Kylie today. They were going to go downtown and frequent some of the shops there. Probably get lunch. Have a fun girls' day.I was going to head to the gym and try to settle my nerves. I need to get my mind off my girl and the danger she could still be in. I felt like my hands were tied and I didn't like it. How was I supposed to protect her from the unknown? My dominant nature was barely harnessed. I wanted to keep her locked up and safe with me at all times. Instead, I left her at Kylie's. Kissing her roughly, I said goodbye and whispered my love for her. I kept my worries to myself.Ana and I spent every moment we could together. I didn't get a full eight hours of sleep most days, but it was worth it. We sneaked off to my apartment on the days
AnalieseOscar brought me back home before he went to work. He grabbed a black shirt that he needed and went to go change in the bathroom across from my room. I would have liked to have followed him down the hall, but Mom was in the kitchen figuring out what she was going to make for dinner. Open the freezer, check the fridge, check the cabinets. She started pulling things out"Is Oscar going to eat dinner with us?" she asked as she got pots and pans out of the cabinets."If it can be done in about forty-five minutes. If not, he'll grab something at his parents' restaurant," I assumed."I think I can have it ready in about twenty minutes. Your dad is working late for a change. There is a big county commissioner's meeting that he has to attend."I perched on one of the stools to watch her work. If she needs my help, she'll let me know."What's the deal with the meeting?" My dad had to sit in on all large construction projects in the city and the surrounding county."Some big developer
OscarI wanted to flush out this jealousy that I feel. I want to pretend that I never turned her away. I like the fantasy that we have been together the last two years and she never fuc8ked anyone else. I was an idiot and I let it happen, but I've claimed her now. She's fuck8ing mine. I want to make-believe, for a little while, that I kept her in my bed that night. That we woke the next morning to make love and that the last two years never occurred.I took a leap and explained to her what I wanted to do. Ana looked at me curiously. She probably thought I was out of my mind, but I had thought about it so many times. The plan that night was that she was going to spend the night with Kylie. Originally at least, but it was near midnight when she asked me to take her to her home. I don't know how she explained it to her parents that she went home instead. That wasn't important to my fantasy. I wanted to imagine that she stayed with me and her parents thought she was with Kylie all along.
AnalieseI basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. We were both still naked. Oscar was holding me closely, my back to his front. He stroked me lovingly, soothing what was once my tortured soul. So many milestones have happened in such a short time. We had finally declared our love for one another after the most spectacular se8x of my life. Why had we both been so stubborn? I regret not calling him after our one night together. I mean I did call him once, but he didn't answer or call me back. I could have kept trying, but it's hard when you know that someone is going out of their way to avoid you. It was humiliating, not to mention heartbreaking. Plus, I'm not one to beg, he had made his point quite clearly. Wait, wait, wait. Stop thinking! If I went down that road in my head, I'd get mad and have to forgive him all over again. I shook my head. Oscar didn't miss a thing."What are you thinking about, mi amor?" he asked quietly."I was thinking about the time we've wasted, but I don'