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I realized, belatedly, that I fuc8ked up the epilogue of book two. Brand and Honey were first, not Daniel and Natalia. So I might have to fix it later, but for now, I have an alternate ending for Brandt and Honey's scene. It's super hot. Enjoy.BrandtOur grand opening was tonight. I smiled in satisfaction. Our new VIP section was open and the Club was packed. Honey and I were waiting for our time to be on stage. Daniel and Natalia left the dressing room to go back upstairs. Honey needed to get out of her own head, so she could enjoy the scene we were going to do on stage for the VIP's. We were on in thirty minutes, but she was shaking like a leaf. She was shy and sweet, my sub. I wanted to show her off a little. But mostly I just wanted her to see what it was all about. We hadn't done anything like this before, she wasn't an exhibitionist. That was okay with me, but this was supposed to be a bit of fun.I looked over at my remarkable woman. Mine. I could see it in her eyes. She was go
EthanI finished tying the knots to secure Natalia. Daniel had walked out of the room a little while ago. It made things easier when the Dom wasn't around. They were usually jealous types that didn't like to see their subs or slaves with another's hands on them. I understood it. I was the same sort of man. That being said, Daniel did stay for most of the work. It was only once I started typing the net around her breasts that he started having a problem. This particular job had been rather complex and had taken a long time.The knots I made were intricate and elegant. This wasn't what I taught in my beginner's classes for sure. This should only be done by an expert such as myself. My fingers are nimble and quick with zero hesitation. I listened to the sound of the hemp sliding against itself and no other sounds except maybe an occasional gasp from Nat.I found the silence comfortable. Natalia was patient, as most submissives were. Awaiting their masters' pleasure. I took pride in my wor
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
AnalieseI'm leaving the house again. It's nearly summer and the days are getting hotter. It's only eighty-six degrees, but the humidity is a killer, making it feel like ninety-six. I went to Las Vegas once and the heat of one hundred and one was easier to bear because there was no humidity. I also heard that you would die faster of dehydration because you don't notice the heat as much for that reason. I always keep my hair up and off my neck. I hate the stickiness of it sticking to my neck, but while in Vegas, I kept it down. There, it was the opposite of here. Maybe the intense heat licked away the sweat before it settled? I didn't analyze it that hard. Still, this was home. I had to get acquainted with my environment again. I could do this. I had to be strong.We went the opposite way today, as the Mercado was on the other side of our neighborhood from the direction we had gone yesterday towards Oscar's apartment. I was fine with that because I wasn't sure what had triggered me yes
OscarI loved reading Analiese's words. I liked knowing what she was thinking, so that I could think of ways to help her. At first, I felt bad about taking her out so soon and causing her to have a panic attack. Then I realized it needed to be done. We needed to know what would manifest from her trauma. Now we knew that she might panic and have dark thoughts, but she could get through them. And then we would talk through them.And best of all, she let me kiss her. Multiple times. It wasn't everything, but it was a step to letting me know the healing had begun. She never addressed her hardened nip9ples, but she was aroused at the park. I was elated. Not because I was having a hard time waiting for her, but because her mind was expanding past the trauma she had suffered. Was it weird to say that I think the panic attack had done some good? She got past her fear and anxiety of leaving the house and she survived. She was stronger because of it.Brody called today too. He heard of the thin
AnalieseOn the third day, when I woke up, I didn't call (or knock) for Oscar right away. I needed to be the adult that I was and start figuring things out for myself. My family needed to realize that I was going to be okay. And I was going to be okay. I decided to start today. I went to the bathroom to do my business. I even jumped into the shower and that's where Oscar found me."Good morning, baby," he said from behind the curtain. He'd been so respectful of me and almost clinical. Not touching me in any way that could be construed as sexua8l. Don't get me wrong, he was loving, but his touches didn't linger. His eyes didn't light up with lust. I felt about about that. I didn't want him to suppress that side of himself, at least not around me. The side of myself that wanted his attention on my body, warred with my mind that said, nope, not today."Good morning," I chirped back.What!??I threw back the curtain and stared at Oscar. I spoke!I tried again."I love you," it was the fir
AnalieseI woke up in increments. My eyelids fluttered, but I kept them closed. I listened to the sounds in the room, then the sounds in the house. Everything was so quiet. I had no idea what time it was, but I had a feeling it was late morning from the way the sun slanted through my curtains. I know I went to bed with Oscar last night, but he isn't here now. I knew without touching his side of the bed that he was already up. I also knew that he hadn't gone far. He'd want to be here when I woke up.My parents probably went to work and that was fine with me. I didn't want to see the sadness and looks of pity they kept throwing me. Oscar, on the other hand, kept me present and moving forward. He talked to me last night like I was a person and not a thing to feel sorry for. I will be eternally grateful for him being constant and not letting me wallow. Which would be so easy to do. He asked me what I wanted and needed. Could there be anything better in a partner? I couldn't think of anyth
BillI listened at the doorway while Oscar spoke to Analiese. I'm pretty sure he knew I was there. Anyway, the door was open, so he had to know that anyone could hear what they were saying - or what he was saying. He translated everything, being clear and concise with his words and her reactions to what he was saying. I was actually pretty proud of him for proding her. She wasn't comfortable with me right now, and that hurt. I struggled with it at first, but Gloria told me that she was ashamed. My baby had nothing to be ashamed of. They call women the weaker se9x for a reason - and it wasn't for women to get pissed about. It was a fact. Most men were bigger and stronger. Most women couldn't fight them off. Facts. Unfortunately, some very evil men had used that strength against her. I didn't blame her for that. I blamed myself. I think we all did.Every single man that went on the rescue mission was pissed as fuc9k. Some of us were able to take out that rage on the men who had orchestr
OscarWhen we arrived at their house, Bill made himself scarce. Again, I was surprised, but Gloria said Ana needed a bath and I guess Bill didn't want to be a part of that. It definitely would have been awkward for him to hang around for bath time.I followed Gloria down the hallway to the bathroom. As she started filling the tub with warm water, she chattered to Ana as she did so, as if Ana was going to speak back to her. It was probably the best strategy, acting as if everything was okay, when nothing was. Can you imagine another scenario where Ana's mom and I would be in the bathroom together, with Ana between us? No? Right, me neither. I didn't dwell on the awkward situation, though. I just waited patiently, with Ana in my arms. The bathroom started to get warm as I leaned against the wall. It had been a hard, strenuous day and my strength was lagging. I guess I need to work on my stamina at the gym from now on.When the tub was full enough for Gloria, she indicated for me to put
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