LOGINJessica’s hand was still on my throat as she kissed me roughly when the sound hit us the creak of the door, sef quickly jumped up but it was late we heard the sharp intake of someone’s breath. She froze, I froze, my wrists straining against the leather cuffs binding me to her bedframe. I couldn't even escape. My body was flushed, wet,and exposed.She looked over her shoulder and went pale. “Fuck”I lifted my head and followed her gaze. A girl stood in the doorway, her mouth open, her eyes wide. She was young but had the same face shape like Jessica but less guarded, innocent with a dangerous curiosity glimmering through the shock.Jessica scrambled off me so fast the mattress squealed. And yelled “Cousin get the fuck out!”The girl didn’t move. Her eyes moved from Jessica’s flushed face to my tied hand and body, the way my thighs were trembling, the wetness of arousal between them. Her lips parted like she was tasting the sight. Then, instead of screaming, instead of running, she whis
James stood in the doorway like a man who had walked into the wrong house. His eyes fixed on me, his breath uneven, his shirt still rumpled like he had just pulled it on in a hurry. I sat there in my robe, sipping my tea, looking at him with a calm smile I didn’t feel.I tilted my head. “You followed me, didn’t you?”The question snapped something in him. His facial expression changed immediately and then he asked so it was true. U went to the hotel? and his eyes were searching for proof, for cracks, for a truth he could hold onto.“Jessica called me,” I said quickly, the lie smooth on my tongue. “She was sick. An emergency. I rushed over. I didn’t want to wake you, James. You were sleeping so peacefully.” So James why did to follow me I question trying to flip the blame on him I told him if he thinks I’ll just leave the house for nothing.I saw your car at my back but i quickly lost sight of you so I just wanted to know if it was me u followed or you went to the office or something I
The paper burned in my palm long after I folded it. “Your husband has placed a tracker on your device, but don’t do anything about it. I’d love to play with James a little.”I could almost hear his domineering voice. He loves to play games. I feared for James. I didn't want the mask man to hurt him,I could only sigh in resignation for my fate Now a show for James as long as he wouldn't harm him I was looking forward to this show in my mind.I snuck the note into the purse I carried, I took a deep breath, adjusted myself as I walked out of there acting normal, and went home with a lot on my mind. James noticed my quietness, but he didn’t press; he never did anyway, he waited and watch I was the one that always come around.That night he came to me softer than he had in weeks. He didn’t ask me questions like I thought he would. He kept his phone down and his voice was calm like he had patience today. James poured me a drink, set it on my nightstand, and stood there like he was making a
I didn’t think anyone would come. I sat on the floor as tears had soaked my cheeks, my sobs echoing off the hard walls of the private room that had become my cage. My chest ached from crying,I’m not sure I had eaten anything since yesterday I felt light headed while I sat there waiting for the unknown as my stomach twisted with guilt, fear, and the raw intensity of the night before. I pressed my palms against my face, trying to stop, but the sobs were uncontrollable, the shivers wracking my body.Did Jessica look for me,I also thought of how I had left her place. Did someone intentionally put the gloves there to make me lose trust in her and leave her place.I tried to steady my mind but I was a mess.The door clicked. I raised my head up and my heart stopped.It swung open slowly, and there he stood mask on, suit tailored like it had been made for a king, gloves still perfectly in place. Every of his movements were slow and calculated, this was a game to him like he had all the time
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed wasn’t the light, it was the clean smell , expensive, like the air itself had been filtered through money. My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft glow of a chandelier that didn’t belong in any hospital I’d ever been in. The sheets under my skin were silk, my body swallowed by their smoothness. The room was too perfect. Too private. Too him.I wanted to know where I am ,my head blank.I sat up too quickly, and the world seemed to be turning , a sharp rush of panic cutting through me. My chest tightened as flashes from before I fainted in the dark street, the body on the ground, the glint of gloves, the way my throat had closed up before everything went black. My stomach churned.I yanked the IV from my arm as I puked into a bowl I could find. Ignoring the sting from my arm I quickly swung my legs off the bed. My bare feet sank into the thick carpet. Not hospital flooring. This wasn’t a place you came to heal. This was a place you we
I couldn’t breathe.The elevator ride to go upstairs felt like it was squeezing my lungs shut. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since I left him. Every time I blinked, I saw it again, not the act, not the aftermath, but the glint in his eyes when he leaned close and told me to “remember what I saw and if there was anything I wanted to let him know.” The problem was, I didn’t even know if I had seen it, or if my mind was making it worse.My bag felt heavier than usual. I didn’t remember him handing me anything, but when I fumbled it open when I got out of the elevator, something black and cold grazed my fingertips. Gloves. His gloves. The leather was still warm from his hands.And they smelled like metal.I dropped them back into the bag as if they had burned me, shut my door, locked it, and pressed my back against it. My chest heaved, trying to slow my breathing, but my head kept replaying flashes the way that man at the party looked at me before whispering “I know James,” the way the m
I quickly dragged the panties which could tell everything I did today,hiding it away. I wondered if James had seen it and the receipt he also saw. I just sat there trying to figure out how my panties got here. It was supposed to be at his place.I was still thinking about the lace panties on the be
She walked out on me calmly with a smile , I looked at her until her back disappeared from my sight .I wouldn’t say I was not sad but at least I was not leading her on anymore.I got up and went home , my house was empty as usual it was just a building to me with no warmth . Not like Jessica lived
Jessica’s whisper, "But first… tell me if you missed me," Who was she looking at over there ,And if I missed her? God, it was more than missing. It was an ache,if she knew what I did watching her video ,I found myself caressing her face as every sensible cell in my body screamed danger, run, lie.
I lay there thinking what he meant by me and Jessica as different ideas ran through my mind imagining a threesome ,I also thought if he was blackmailing Jessica too maybe that’s why her falling into my hand had been easy .Anytime I try closing my eyes it’s the image of Jessica spreading her legs w







