All Chapters of Club Voyeur Series (4 Books in 1): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

BrodyWe were all back at Moe's except Stern. He, like me, had had our phones with us the whole time. If we ever became suspects, having an alibi provided by friends and family probably wasn't going to help. At least not against the cold hard facts of phone records. I watched him leave, and I wondered if he was really going home. I saw him go into that room at the end of the hall. He was there for a while, so I followed. I heard him talking to the girl locked in there from my vantage point at the door. I didn't stay to see whether he opened her cage or not. The girl sounded lucid and not harmed by the trauma she must have suffered. At least not enough to not know what she wanted. Her freedom. If Stern was going to give her that, I was going to let him.He had offered marriage as a way to stay in the U.S. That was quite a leap and very surprising. I didn't know him well enough to know why he would offer such a thing. I had no way of knowing whether she would take him up on the offer or

KylieIt has been two weeks since I was rescued. I have started to see a therapist. At first, it didn't seem to help, but after a few sessions I did feel a bit lighter. Today had been hard, and I wasn't sure whether I felt better for it or not. I had finally been able to go into some detail about the incident, and I was tired. Emotionally drained.No one wanted to leave me on my own and today was Roberta's turn to babysit me. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful. And in truth, I wasn't ready to be truly alone. I knew that he who shall not be named, was dead, but I still felt anxious. For a lot of reasons. Would the cartel figure out it was the men in my life that had destroyed their operation here? That was a big one, and I couldn't voice that to my therapist either. I had to hold on to it. Maybe I should talk to my dad about it instead. Then I also felt bad for Mom. I had to hide from her the fact that he who shall not be named, was dead. Gone and never coming back. I was thinking that

KylieI ran back to my room and shut the door behind me. I had followed Brody to the bathroom because I had a question, I guess, I don't remember now. It was a surprise to find him undressed so quickly. It had just been moments since he walked out of my room. He is so fucking beautiful naked. Phenomenal, really. His chest and abs looked sculpted by a master. Even the muscle in his thighs were defined. But he was flesh and blood. His cock was sublime. It stood proudly beneath my gaze. Then he stroked himself slowly, waiting for my reaction. It almost felt like he was treating me like a wounded bird. That made sense in a way. He worked himself, and as he did, he gently and painstakingly brought out my arousal. I couldn't look away. I definitely couldn't walk away. I stepped in and shut the door.I wanted him so badly in those moments, and that hadn't happened in a while. But was it my mind or my pussy that had a 'closed for business' sign? I needed to talk that out with my therapist. But

Warning!! Kylie has a mental breakdown after her confession to Brody. This might be triggering for some of you. I'm sorry, but I started this, and now I have to finish it.KylieI woke up sometime in the night. I was thirsty and I have to pee. Brody was wrapped around me and that wasn't unusual. What was strange were my surroundings. We were on the new couch in Brody's living room. Then it all flooded back to me. I told him everything. Goosebumps pricked my skin. What if he treated me differently now? What if he didn't want me anymore? I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, but I couldn't stay in his arms anymore. I was damaged. He wouldn't want me. I didn't want me. Dark thoughts crossed my mind as I struggled to get up and out of his embrace."Kylie?" he asked groggily, but I couldn't look at him. My throat closed and I couldn't speak."Kylie," he said in a firmer tone. "What's wrong?""Bathroom," I muttered as I continued out of the room and down the hallway. I shut the door an

KylieI'm so ready. I felt myself getting there, day by day. Brody never pressured me, and I'm sure he'd continue to wait. But I also knew that he wanted me more and more. He had begun to avoid me at certain times of the day, and he had stopped our sexy bathroom time. He always explained himself, but then we decided to move in together. I brought it up actually. I wanted to be in our space when we did the deed again. It had been so long and Brody was a little skittish.Honestly, I didn't know how to bring up the subject. We talked a lot, almost every day, but it had almost become taboo to talk about sex. I felt my brat rise in my mind. I was going to have to seduce him. I started wearing what I started calling my 'brat clothes' in my brain. I pulled all my little shorts and tops out and started to wear them when we were alone. He wasn't taking the hint.I know he told me that I would have to make the first move, so this was me doing that. I woke up this morning with Brody's hand on me