A fairly good question. Why did Damien make her do it? What do you think he has planned for her now?
She woke the next morning to the sun peeking through the windows. She blinked a few times, covering her eyes as she squinted at the light, wondering why the sun was waking her up? It was Tuesday, a school day. She should have already been out the door and on her way. Usually, when she woke up, darkness still blanketed the sky. Closing her eyes once more, she laid there, thinking back to how Damien made her masturbate in the middle of the living room while he recorded it. As she played with herself, he forced her to tell him every dirty detail that happened with Walt, and it wasn’t long before she brought herself to an orgasm. As she laid there thinking about it, she grew horny once more and thought a nice morning romp with her master would be just the thing to start her day. Rolling over, however, she noticed Damien wasn’t in bed with her, which caused her to shove herself into a sitting position as she looked towards the bathroom. Panic caused her heart to hammer in her chest. It was
“Move here?” She felt her brows furrow, felt confusion fog her mind. “I don’t understand. Why would we move here? This is far away from the college, your other properties, our friends, even.” He nodded as he gestured for her to move towards the house. “Yup. It is. That’s the entire point. It’s a fresh start.” She stared at him for another moment, trying to piece together everything he said, but still coming up empty. After another moment of him waiting for her to move, she turned and headed towards the massive house, running her gaze over the exterior as she did. He actually wanted them to move there. “But what about my job? I just started it a couple of weeks ago. I can’t just quit.” He shrugged as he stepped beside her, reaching out and taking her hand. “Sure you can. People do it all the time. We’ll just say it wasn’t the right fit. I want you to come work for me. Then I can truly control you all day, every day. Imagine what I can make you do in my office.” “Work for you?” Norma
Valerie Tanner tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear as she stared up at the apartment building. He really expects me to live here? The whole thing could collapse at any moment. The structure held an ancient air to it, as if someone had forgotten it needed demolished decades ago. The red brick building held a rusty fire escape on the east side, which seemed to be barely hanging on, and it appeared as if no one had washed several of the windows since they first erected the building, probably in the 1800s by the style of it. Time had stained the concrete steps leading up to the front door with mildew and cigarette butts, and what landscape existed around the building seemed withered or completely dead. The entire framework seemed depressing, too depressing for a new start to her life.She glanced over at her brother, Jake, forcing a smile onto her face. “Seems cozy.”He stared at the building for a moment longer before turning to her and ma
Valerie stood there staring at Damien Pressman, taking in his broad shoulders, powerful-looking chest, the shape of which she could see through his tight T-shirt. He smiled over at her, his smile sparkling almost as much as his eyes. Her pussy dripped as she smiled back at him, slowly pulling her hand from his, and she had to swallow the dryness in her throat before she could return his greeting. “I want to thank you for renting me the apartment,” she said. “I appreciate it.”Damien waved off her statement, “Don’t mention it. Anything I can do to help out Jake and his baby sister. Besides, it was just sitting there empty. The last tenants moved out a couple of months ago. I’d rather see it go to someone who could use it.” He stepped back a little, closing the door behind them. “Come on into the kitchen, and I’ll introduce you to Holly.”“Great,” Valerie said, the name of his girlfriend bringi
By the time her brother returned, Valerie had managed to set up her bathroom and put all her clothes away. She even squeezed in a quick shower, letting the scalding water pummel the tension out of her neck and shoulders, and changed into a soft lavender sundress for the party. As she gave herself a once over in the dresser mirror, she felt good about the way she looked. Her dark hair framed her oval face perfectly, accenting her dark green eyes, and the outfit she wore pushed her breasts upward a little so that her cleavage tempted to hidden treasures worth plundering. The dress also hugged her hips and cupped her round ass in a way that would draw men’s eyes. And tonight, she wanted to draw attention to herself just to prove she still could. She felt better about the direction she was taking with her life and determined to make the most of this new chapter. Brent’s misogynistic mindset would no longer influence her behavior. She was the queen of her life, the navigator
“Having a good time?” Jake asked her as he stepped up to the wall overlooking the backyard, his hands wrapped around a whiskey glass as he leaned on his elbows, matching Valerie’s position. The night sky was clear, the stars twinkling overhead and the moon drifting across the dark expanse, casting its soft glow along the earth as it went. Valerie heard some night crickets in the distance, but other than that, it surprised her at how quiet the area was.Valerie glanced over at him, her own drink in hand. She nodded once. “I am, actually. You have some interesting friends, I’ll say that.”He chuckled, his head bouncing slightly. “They are a rare bunch. I don’t hang around with them that often, but every time I do, I learn something new about them. Some have pretty far out ideas about relationships and life.”“I kind of noticed that from a conversation I had with the other ladies a bit ago.” She shoo
Valerie woke stiff and sore and in desperate need of coffee. The party went until well after midnight, and it surprised her none of the neighbors had called and complained about the noise. It wasn’t just the loud conversations and laughter that filled the night air, but Damien had blared music until finally surrendering to exhaustion and leading Holly downstairs to their bedroom. By that time, Jake had already called it a night and left, telling Valerie to call if she needed anything. She assured him she would be fine and told him to enjoy his Sunday. Truth was, after all the chaos of the past month, especially the last week after she decided to leave Brent, she needed the quietness of just being alone.Slipping into a pair of flannel pajamas and her slippers, she trudged her way to the kitchen to make coffee hoping to open her eyes. As she passed the kitchen window, she heard people talking outside. Curious, she moved over to the window to investigate. Glancing out to
Valerie stared at the other woman, suddenly remembering everything the others said last night about how Ethan made his girlfriend, Sally, do vulgar things out in public. “I’m almost afraid to ask,” she said as she lifted her coffee to her lips.Holly giggled as her eyes lit up with mischief. “He took her to one of those truck stops that have a greasy restaurant attached, wearing a skirt that barely covered her ass, making her leave her panties in the car, and then he made her walk around allowing whoever wanted and had the guts to smack her ass or feel her up. Sometimes both. She told me a couple even fingered her right there in the restaurant. When they finally left, Sally couldn’t remember how many men had touched her bare ass or toyed with her pussy, but she was wet as hell, she said. So wet that she fucked Ethan right there in the truck stop parking lot with the car door open.”Valerie felt her eyes widen with each part of the st