All Chapters of Club Voyeur Series (4 Books in 1): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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

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

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

KylieI woke up to a loud ping from my phone. I was sore, and I briefly wondered why until I remembered my run in with Brody last night. And my spanking. I rolled out of bed carefully. Brody! Oh my god. We were having lunch today. I grabbed my phone and checked my notifications. I ignored everything else until I read the text from him. It was 10:30 now, and he wanted to meet me at noon. I had just enough time to shower and get ready to be there on time. The restaurant he chose was about twenty minutes from here. I calculated when I had to leave to be there on time. If I leave at 11:40 I should make it.I looked over at Analiese's bed. She was already up. Maybe if I hurry, I can catch a ride with her before she goes off for the day. I can't remember if she has to work later. I'm a terrible friend. I really should pay better attention when she tells me things, but she's a bit annoying. She's very high energy, and she has this horrible habit of saying the word "like" after every other wo

KylieI pushed him too far. I had to fix this and fast. Not thinking about repercussions, I took one last slurp of coke and raced after him. His long legs ate up the sidewalk and I had to do double time to reach him before he got in his truck. It was a lifted Ford F-350 King Ranch and it suited him. From the gray-blue paint, to the 37's on his chrome rims. More chrome shined on his fender and accents like the door handles. I could see it was clean as a whistle with leather seats, and I'll bet it ran smooth as butter.I guess I'm going to find out. Get in the truck. He said it gruffly like the words were torn from his soul. I would have given a lot to know what was going through his head. Back there, he couldn't get away from me fast enough. He never even looked back. Then, suddenly, I'm sitting next to him and he's not saying a word. I want to know where he's taking me, but I don't dare ask for fear he might come to his senses and tell me to get out.I know enough about the layout of t