“Stay put, it's just ice.” He said idly, sitting at the edge of the couch with a bowl of cold water in his hand. She couldn't believe she lived to take all those whips and even being capable of feeling something on her numb ass cheeks. “You almost killed me. Now you're tending to it.” She sneered, unable to vent properly as she soon started flinching with the towel pressed onto her skin. Without as much as lifting a brow, he continued massaging her like it was his sworn duty on earth. “You signed your death date the moment you jumped into my trunk. Thought you knew that already." he taunted, then moved through a door she vaguely suspected was his room, then he returned with a syrup. Really? He had to rub her biggest mistake in her face even in this tormenting moment. She wriggled her butt in agony as he kneaded the ointment on her ass, his touch more intimate than how her previous relationships with men who only loved bombed her always felt. Purring at the relief his af
She wished one of her exes had sucked her nipples and at least lied at one point in time that they were beautiful. Nonetheless, the idiots had only focused on pounding and spanking her ass while they dug their dumb fingers into her breast, only causing her pain. Reliving the past trauma, she winced inwardly. At that point she recollected how tender Ryder's touch had been while he applied the syrup on her butt, which turned out to be more stimulating than the whipping itself. With that, her lashes fluttered close, parting her legs a bit, she traced her pussy lines slowly with one trembling finger until she dug into the sweet spot, throwing her head back, she gasped. "So good.” She slurred, parting her lips and finger-fucking herself. Smacking her ass herself, she whimpered as she threw her eyes open, increasing her finger-fucking pace while she watched herself come undone. Adding another finger, she rocked her hips, then spanked one of her small tits, whose nipple already grew p
“Uhh.” She moaned, gumming her thighs together to trap his finger. Almost immediately it dawned on her that the sound she emitted wasn't that of disapproval and her cheeks reddened when she caught the smug way his lips curled up in the mirror. “You like getting spanked and fucked, Cee. Accept your truth, and it'll set you free.” Rolling his tongue across his teeth, he pushed his finger all the way in, and she looked away, her arms around her chest loosening. “Don't hide your expression from me. Three. I want you to enjoy every bit of this depravity.” He ordered, a groan gurgling from his throat the moment he reached her slick core that assured him this nosy reporter was as fucked up as him. "You're forcing yourself on me.” She accused him, albeit she hadn't attempted to move an inch as he snuck his finger into her fold, while she bit her lips down to conceal her moans. Chuckling darkly, he held her neck up, constraining her to look into the mirror. "But you're already wet and sp
Her lips trembled to ask what he intended to use it for, but she dreaded her punishment count to heighten. Not until he tied her wrist in one motion did her eyes pop in disbelief, and he raised his brow in challenge, daring her to question him. Darn her reporter's instinct that had to thrust her into a hidden den of traps. Dear instinct, this is not one of a story loop. Shut it! "You mind telling me— she made to move her wrist only to realize he tightened the bond more than she imagined, her movement causing her bones to ache. Biting back the pain, she continued, "Why you have to do this? I consented earlier.” She pointed out, straining her tone to sound light and nicer, but when she met with his stare, she deadpanned. "That makes it eleven, Cee.” He uttered casually, a stranger would think he was announcing the weather forecast, and Ciara's face paled. "How did we get to eleven? Besides, I asked nicely. Don't I get brownie points for that?” She asked, her mouth p
She eyed him in suspicion as he helped her back to her knees, loosening the tie over her wrist. "What terms? You're letting me off without finishing my punishment?” She asked in utter disbelief. Maybe this stonehearted kidnapper was slightly human after all. And for some ticklish reason, she wasn't even a wee bit impressed. "I have other arrangements, and you need to heal before nighttime.” He gestured at her ass and swollen breast, and rather than feeling mortified, she hid a blush by turning away. Really? Was she blushing at getting whipped like a masochist? Gracious goodness, her grandma would have cardiac arrest if she could see her well-brought-up pookie right now. Stepping out of his room wearing his shirt that looked too oversized for her petite stature, she needn't wear extra pants because she might as well call the outfit a gown—if it was tight-fitting—she met him seated on a single couch in the sitting room. His head was bowed as he was engrossed in typing whatev
Observing her for a while, he tilted his head, watching her bulgy green eyes grow teary. "Will you believe a kidnapper over your best friend? That should be the question.” He quipped, and her head veered towards his direction. "I need to get out. What are the terms you were talking about?” She asked, her tone faltering but not missing the urgency in it. She was certain Evelyn could never have done that to her. This kidnapper was only playing mind games. He was a manipulator, and she'd be damned to believe anything he said. The world was in a new age of vast technology, someone obviously hacked her phone so he could show these to her. What mattered was that she got out of there as fast as she could. She'd do anything, even admit she was as sick as him, to get her release. Without wasting time, he placed her on her feet. “Come along.” He said, walking through a door she never knew existed, his large shadow dwarfing her and everything else as she walked behind him. Then he
“Your hand.” Stretching out his palm, he ordered plainly. The moment she gave him her hand, something pricked her thumb, and she flinched. “Ouch,” To her dismay, she hadn't realized the ink he mentioned meant her blood till he pressed her thumb to the signature space. “Go get dressed.” He commanded huskily, bringing down an harness thong made with leather straps and tossing it atop the bed. Biting her lips nervously, she stared at the harness as though it was danger itself. She'd only seen sluts wear harness thongs in the tabloids and never imagined she'd sign up for something as vulgar as this. “For every second you waste, your punishment increases, Cee. Don't make me remind you of this clause again.” He said impatiently, his back turned to her, yet he could sense her every step as he grabbed cufflinks. In some minutes she was dressed up in a black harness thong that exposed her asshole, the delicate walls of her pussy, and her small breasts as she walked out to stand i
This cunning bastard had snuck a mirror behind him the whole time, and what for? “I thought you'd badly want to see how you look and mostly watch how fucked up you also are when I whip this tight little ass of yours.” He said, digging his fingers into her hair to pull it backward. “Or you mean how fucked up you want me to look.” She corrected him, her chin raised in the air due to his grip. Out of nowhere he snaked a finger into her harness to tug at her nipple, and she flinched, biting down a moan. The corners of lips slanted in subtle amusement, “Give it time. I doubt you'd keep those sounds muted when I'm done with these two beauties. Your count increased, by the way.” He revealed, Did he just call her two insecurities beauties? She knew when guys were trying pathetically hard to flatter her body just to stick their dick up in her ass, but his tone was purposeful, as though he was talking about his favorite childhood game. That did something to her slick core that it
Ashley's POV “I think it's yours.” He pointed to my handbag, which I had placed on the next chair, and I nodded, fishing it out. As if I hadn't known it was mine. Goodness, I sure hope the caller had a hundred million dollars to loan me for interrupting such an important moment of life and death. “A minute, please.” Waving me off with an understanding smile, he turned back to his computer while I excused myself. “Hey, honey.” It was Gracie, and if I'm not mistaken, her voice sounded a bit shaky as she sniffed, and my heartbeat started thudding in anxiety. “What's wrong?" I asked Knitting my brows, I went on "Are you crying?” Running my palm down my thigh, I waited for her response. “Don't get worked up, okay. But you—you need to come home right… Stop!” I heard her scream, then the line went dead. Okay, now I'm freaking out. Reconstructing the contours of my face, I took a deep breath, managing a small smile as I whirled around and grabbed my bag. In retu
Ashley's POV Blood rushed out of the veins of my hand as the reality of what I had done hit me especially with Cain's steely brown eyes glaring at me while Marvin clicked his teeth in vexation. “This bitch just fucking slapped us.” Marvin's angry words trailed off as I hurried out of the office. The moment I got into my room, I bolted the locks, feeling a sudden surge of heat in my pores as I disheveled my hair. “What have I done?” I mumbled, hurrying over to pull down my curtain blinds since my window faced the Venom's farmhouse backyard. At a loss for the next step to take, I grabbed my handbag from the nightstand, ransacking it for my cellphone. At first I had thought I only had the one job of saving my dad's ranch. But now that the tables have turned and I found he'd kept his debts away from me and everyone else, the game has changed and the Venmos have the upper hand now. God, Gracie would be so devastated to hear the news, and breaking it to her was the last thi
Cain's POV “I don't give a damn if you're buying into what we just said or not.” I thundered, and she mildly cowered. Tossing the file aside, I continued. “But what I'm sure about is you wetting your pants when we decide to drag you to court, little girl.” I threatened. Goddamnit! I hated losing control of my emotions like this, but was I supposed to stay put when my bulge was threatening to poke out? Turning away before either of them noticed, I planted my hands at the edge of the desk, slightly hunching my back. “Come on now. I think you've overstayed your welcome.” Marvin gestured towards the door, harshness reeking in his tone as he caught her wrist, pulling her along. “Hey, hey, wait.” Wincing at the discomfort, she futilely struggled to free her arm while stumbling behind him. Just before he thrust her outside, she shouted. “What do you guys want in return?!” I didn't know if that was the right line of questioning from her, but the corners of my ears tipped
Cain's POV Running my fingers through my damp hair, I couldn't care less if my hair was all over the place as I leaned into my 'crowbait' which happened to be my retro swivel chair, like Marvin always called it, my gaze glued to the door. Every movement Marvin did as he twisted the door open, I watched on with a ticking heartbeat until her familiar, lithe figure appeared right in front of my eyes like a too-good-to be -true dream. Blame! Marvin was too slow. With the way my dick hardened as our eyes locked, especially when her pretty low-bridged nose flared up, it made me want to sprint across the table and devour her right there like a sick bastard that I was. I thought she knew how far my obsession went after that fateful night at her dad's cabin 20 years ago, but I guessed the memory was vague to her since she was quite a kid while I was the perverted teenager. “Don't just stand there, or else we might think you came for house cleaning.” Marvin jested, his poker-faced
Marvin’s POV To be honest, as I leaned into the couch of Ashley's house, my knees buzzed at how wrong it all was. Me relaxing into the enemy's couch with no protection whatsoever, a move my dad would have totally blown my head off for if he were still breathing. It took my mind back to twenty years ago when I was first invited into the new neighbor's house. The moment the door opened I was standing face to face with a smiley-faced, blue-eyed, chubby girl who guided me to her room, holding my hand while I blushed like the tiny little boy I was. Not anymore. I mean, after that first day, I had long stopped feeling like a boy from the minute my hand brushed Ashley's soft baby ass. What a little rascal I was with all my fantasies about playing with them until one eventful day, my dad banned from crossing the line of our house to theirs ever again. Back then I had thought it was the end. Maybe she'd outgrow the fat in her ass and turn skinny like in trend these days when y
Ashley's POV I breezed out of the taxi that pulled up in front of my dad's dilapidated cabin, drawing an anxious breath as I shut the car door with a slow push. “Ashley?” Someone called out, and I veered my face towards her direction, the nervousness in my expression fading into a widened smile. The middle-aged lady grinned wider, her sockets popping out in surprise as she approached me with a limp gait, leaning on a cane. “It's really you, my big baby.” She sang, and I ran over, catching her in a tight embrace. “It's so good to see you, Gracie. I missed you…” Stroking Gracie's ash-black hair, I shut her eyes, nuzzling into her arms. “Blake always did say you'd come back to us. But I didn't imagine he wouldn't be here to welcome you home.” Gracie lamented, her muscles tensing up, I had no idea what she meant by that. What I did know was being hell-bent on keeping my promise to my dad that I wouldn't return to Texas until he visited my mom's grave with a flower. He sh
“Look at us, baby, after all this time we find ourselves here. Aren't we inseparable?” His question accompanied an animalistic grunt as the stimulation of their fucked-up situation stirred his cock in her. Alongside, his grip on her going painfully firm, he felt for her pulse as he drove into her. “I hate you.” She whimpered, her tone breaking as a series of moans escaped her lips. As though her words ignited the brute in him, his thrusts heightened, every one of them reaching her deep and prickling her insides. It marveled her how she was still wet down there despite the searing sting. Regardless, she shamelessly basked in the depravity of getting rough handled by her cheating ex-husband. Right then all his wrongs to her dissipated into thin air, and the only feeling she yearned for was the carnal bliss of taking his hungry thrusts, driving her on a delirious journey of lust. “Joe.” Shutting her eyes, her lips quivered as warmth settled at the pit of her stomach, her thighs jer
“Oh my goodness, you motherfucker.” She cussed, getting used to the fullness inside her as it expanded her walls. Biting her lower lips, she slowly rocked her hips, getting in touch with the rhythm of their movement. “I want that soft meat slapping down my cock, sugar girl, like a motherfucker. My own, motherfucker.” He sassed, repeating her favorite slang word as he flattened his palm against the walls, giving her the free rein as usual. Moreover, stimulation came with Joe's trust, the carnal type of trust that encouraged her to take him however she wanted and bring him to his zenith. The trust that made her core tighten up at the sensation of being in charge of his orgasm at that moment. Digging her nails into his wound, she kept eye contact with him as his jaw went rigid with the sting of her touch, and she started moving up and down at a slow, unhurried pace. Meanwhile, continuous sounds of moist skin mashing together emitted in the atmosphere as her luscious thighs sl
“Geez, sugar girl, sometimes you joke too much.” Not even a tinge of humor in his expression, he responded, ignoring the way his traitorous shaft was stirring underneath his pants. Shit, this wasn't the time to be getting aroused. He needed to hold on to his iron control and look away from the enticement of Bailey's offer. Or was it an actual offer or a direct request? The thought filtered through his mind as they kept each other's gazes for a while. With her face scrunching up in irk, she turned away, “What gave you the right to assume I want it with you? So full of yourself, huh?” She huffed, making to get on her feet when he caught her wrist, trapping her between his knees. “Hey, stop overreacting. You're getting mad because it feels like I'm turning you down— “Turning me down?” Bailey cut in, letting out a sharp laugh of mockery. Glaring at him, she snatched her wrist back. “And who exactly do you think you are that I should feel that type of way?” She asked. Running hi