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BrandtFucking A. That was so good. Better than good. I laid on the bed next to her as I caught my breath for a moment. We weren't done. Not yet, we weren't. Honey's pussy was like liquid gold. Maybe it was so intense because I had denied myself her pussy all week, but fuck, I think I know what they say you can go blind doing that. Fucking a woman had literally never felt that good before in my life. Was I seeing stars? Was this what make-up sex felt like? I've never had it before.After my vision returned to normal, I untied Honey's hands and removed her blind fold. I had more in store for her but I wanted her to see it all happening. I rubbed her wrists and made sure she was doing alright. I whispered in her ear how happy I was with her. Such a good girl. I settled on my knees, between her legs as my hands roamed all over her and I took her lips. I kissed her until she was breathless. I moved down to her neck, sucking on a particular spot. I was tempted to give her a hickey there for
HoneyMonday morning, I went out to my car and found a flat tire on my ten-year-old Ford Escape. It was usually a very reliable vehicle, even though it was old. Brandt helped me to change it out with the full size spare. He took the other one, which appeared to be slashed, to see if he could pick up a new one or get the old one fixed. It was a good thing I got up early. I had planned to go home and make Brody's lunch, as usual, and take him to the bus stop. I feel really bad that I missed it since I never have before. I'm not sure he will understand why I wasn't there. I hope I can make it up to him and be there when he gets home this afternoon..I'm taking the long route to school since Brandt didn't want me driving on the highway since I was using a spare. I'm just happy that I wouldn't be late for my first class. I had finals coming up and I couldn't miss a thing if I wanted to pass with flying colors like I have every other semester so far. I was finding it harder to focus now that
BrandtMondays are a drag. I still wanted it to be the weekend. I wanted to be wrapped up in Honey. I thought again that that was such a perfect name for her. Sweet on the tongue, she was a confection I couldn't get enough of. To top it off, a lovely disposition. I never got tired of talking to her about anything and about everything. She was my dream girl, the one I almost let get away with my carelessness. But we made up these last two days. Oh, did we ever make up. Things between us were better than ever and I was looking forward to the future with her by my side. I wasn't going to take her for granted again.Thinking ahead to that future, I wanted to set something up for us at the club. We had shows a few times a week, showcasing different aspects of BDSM. We advertised them on our website. We played out scenes for newbies and regulars alike. But the last time I brought her to a show it backfired on me, so that probably wasn't the way to go. I had a VIP room that had a few dungeon
Ms. KFinally, Honey was out of the equation. Maybe I had to do it by force, but voila. It is done. Now I had to keep her out of sight while I made my move. This was actually going to be the hard part. I had tried for months for Brandt to see me. I made myself available, dolled myself up, put myself out there, but he never seemed to notice.Around the time Brandt met Honey, I thought I was finally making progress and he was softening up to me. We even met for coffee one morning before work. But, then suddenly, he was back to his usual dismissive attitude towards me. And it was because of her. Sure she was cute. Sweet. Innocent. Her big eyes showed the world her inexperience. What is it about her that keeps him going back for more? Is it her innocent virginal persona? If I knew the answer, I could try to be that for him. Except I'm anything but virginal. I've been coming to this club even before Brandt became the owner.There is only one thing I haven't done yet. Throw myself at him. It
BrandtAround three in the afternoon, I heard back from Marty. He tracked down Gayle this afternoon. I was disappointed in her. It appeared that she had lied about having a sick child. Marty was surveilling the house when she came home with two kids with backpacks in tow. By the looks of it, she had picked them both up from school. There appeared to be no husband in the picture, so I asked Marty to find out if that was a recent thing or if there had been no husband in the first place. It was strange that she had removed herself from files I specifically asked for. She could have been upfront and said I'm on the list and I wouldn't have blinked an eye. Now I can't stop thinking about all of our interactions with each other. I have never gotten any creepy vibes from her or even sexual ones. I hoped we were barking up the wrong tree with this one.In the meantime, I have a meeting with Marion Kincaid. She should be here any minute. Now she was stalker material. As soon as I heard she call
BrandtI rushed out of the room and down the hall. I didn't even know where I was going, but I couldn't stay there. Honey was missing. Again. Dammit, I had to find Honey. I can't believe this was happening again. And because of me. I knew finding her wouldn't be as easy as waiting at her house this time. I listened as Roberta told me she was heading home from work early. I told her I would meet her there and pushed open the front door of the club, heading out front to where I parked my car. I sometimes parked here because it was closer to my office than the back lot. The parking lot was practically empty on an off day."Brandt!" I heard a voice call from behind me. I turned to see Marion rushing out of the club, chasing after me, but I didn't stop. What did she want? I didn't have time for this nonsense. Horrible scenarios about what could have happened rushed through my mind.As I reached my car, Marion quickly arrived by my side."Is everything alright?" she asked as I yanked the doo
HoneyBig Goon had taken a picture of me earlier. He seemed to text it to someone. My guess is that he needed to show proof of life. To whom though? My mom or Brandt? I worried about that for a good long while. I banged one foot on the floor. I've been sitting on this chair for hours now. My butt and legs were well and truly asleep. My wrists were chafed from the rope tied around them. The Bigger Goon had come back inside some time ago to sit back down and read his magazines. Big Goon had switched from his game to watching video shorts and laughing hysterically every so often. I had nothing to do but think. I didn't know the time, but the light from the one grungy window was weaker now. The hot Florida sun seemed to be behind the house but the thick grime of the windows, plus some trees or shrubbery, blocked the light through the other window, so I couldn't work out the time. There was no AC, of course, but they had opened a couple of windows. A fan would have been nice though. I worri
BrandtYou may be wondering why I didn't just take her phone away from Marion and end this all quickly. Mainly, I just wanted to keep Honey safe. I didn't know if Marion and her people had a passcode or what other arrangements they might have that I would or could screw up by taking over their conversation. I really wanted to put Marion in her place here and now but not yet. Soon though. I was waiting for some confirmation. Then she grabbed my junk.Her outrage at being denied touching me, what she had described as hers on the bathroom mirror, was almost funny. But my outrage was stronger and darker. She had taken my Honey and she wasn't going to get away with it. Her elaborate plans were not well thought out. She was about to find out exactly what I thought of her creepy stalker self.My phone pinged. Marion was sputtering and not recovering her usual arrogance. I took my phone and opened the message. Thank God. I had stalled long enough. I typed 9-1-1 into my phone and asked for the