LOGINThe phone rings thrice before going to voicemail. Rocki’s cheery, recorded voice instructs me to “leave a message after the tone, unless you’re boring.”
“Rocki, it’s Dean. Call me back. It’s an emergency. A romantic emergency. Please.”I hang up. The panic, instead of subsiding, crystallizes into a sharp, urgent need for action. Waiting is not an option. I need her now.I know where she’ll be. If she's not in school, then it must be her apartment which is just a tenThe slam of the door echoed in the sudden quiet. I was alone on the bed, cuffed, my mind a whirlwind. Surely he can’t just… leave me like this? The thought was absurd, yet the cold metal on my wrists said otherwise.To my left, Brie was pushing herself up, her movements somewhat unsteady. She didn’t close her legs as she stood. She just… let them be, which was dangerously potent.The slight wince, the tiny squirm as she found her balance, and the white trickle sliding from her hole down the inside of her thigh. My penis throbbed against my stomach.She walked to each of the bedposts, her gait a little off, releasing my cuffs. My arms ached as I stretched them, sitting up. She came to kneel between my splayed legs, her eyes soft.“How do you feel?” The question felt too big. “Who is that man? Is he really your father? That’s… that’s…”“Incest?” she finished, a soft chuckle escaping her. A faint pink colored he
“Does this mean you can fuck me now, Daddy? I’m starving to death.” The voice was Brie’s, but nothing like the commanding voices she's been using with me all night. It was breathy and dripped with a whining need. And the word… Daddy? Like, her father? Brie is sleeping with her father? Jesus Christ! Untie me! The thoughts screamed silently, trapped inside my skull. I strained against the cuffs, a fresh panic cutting through the post-release haze. “Sit.” I heard the man say, and soft scrambling accompanied that his single word. Then, a gentle thud. “Such an obedient little puppy,” the man murmured. Warmth bloomed in my chest at the praise, even though it wasn’t for me. “My obedient little puppy.” Why did that give me some satisfaction?? The silence that followed was thick. My heightened senses screamed. I felt the bed
The air froze in my lungs. My head jerked up, straining against the cuffs. It was a low sound, but I was very sure I heard it. Meanwhile, a slow, predatory smile spread across Brie’s red lips. She didn’t look surprised but rather… pleased. “Master?” I whispered, my voice tight. “Is… is someone else—” The question was cut off by the stinging pain of her teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, perilously close to the base of my straining penis. I yelped, my body arching off the bed. She released the bite, her lips brushing the forming mark. Her eyes, when they met mine, were chips of ice. “Who gave you permission to speak?” “No one… Master…” I gasped, the pain a counterpoint to my confusion and arousal. “I’m sorry.” “You will be silent unless spoken to. You will only answers to my questions, or utter sounds of appreciation for my gifts. Understood?”
Strip. Everything. On your fucking knees. My brain goes utterly silent. My body begins thrumming with adrenaline, my heart hammers against my sternum, and my eyes remain locked on the glacial blue of hers.She is watching me, waiting. Slowly, my fingers move to the buttons of my shirt. The silence is broken only by the soft pop of each button coming undone. I shrug the shirt off my shoulders, then my undershirt. The air raises goosebumps on my skin.“Keep going.”I take off my sneakers and jeans. I push my boxers down in one awkward motion, stepping out of the puddle of fabric. I am completely naked. I feel smaller than I ever have and my hands protectively cover my hardening penis.“Tch,” Brie scoffs. “Take those glasses off… and keep your hands on your waist.”“Like… a pose?”“Whatever you want to call it, as long as nothing is covering my cock.” I have never been this exposed before. I mean, I sho
His eyes are wide behind those stupid glasses.“I… you’re misinterpreting,” I scramble, my voice too high. “I want what’s best for you! How else are you supposed to learn without some… physical reference points? You think you can learn to drive from a manual?”But inside, my mind is screaming, “He knows. He knows. He knows.”I look at his ruffled hair, his frown, the way he’s clutching his backpack. God, he’s so stupid. So beautifully, infuriatingly stupid. That’s what did it. That’s what made me fall. It wasn’t one thing that made me. It was the way he’d explain the coding behind a video game we were playing with the same passion most guys reserved for describing a football play. It was the way he’d get genuinely excited about a new algorithm. It was his total, clueless innocence to the way other guys looked at me, the way he just saw Rocki, his friend.All these stupid attributes he’s displaying right now it’s turni
Before my brain can formulate a coherent protest, Rocki’s hands dart out, grabbing the front of my shirt, and she pulls me forward with surprising force. Her face fills my vision, her lips parting, her eyes fluttering shut. The scent of citrus and warm skin overwhelms me.At the last possible moment, a surge of panicked clarity hits. Just before our lips meet, I plant my hands on her shoulders and push her back.The force, born of my own flustered strength, sends her sprawling backwards onto the bed. She lands with a soft whump, flat on her back, her legs splayed open from the impact.“Dean!” she yelps, more in surprise than pain.I stumble back a step, “I’m sorry! I apologize! I am not comfortable with physical contact of that nature! It violates the established boundaries of our friendship!” My voice is too loud. I fumble for my glasses, which had slid down my nose, and clean them furiously on my shirt, avoiding looking at the bed.“Loo
The door slammed shut behind them, swallowing the noise of the club, the music, the world. Lena had dragged Alex into a small private room, the air thick with jasmine and sweat and his intoxicating cologne, making her head spin as she pressed her back against the door, pulse roaring in her ears.
The corridor opened into a vast space that made Alex's pulse kick up. Dimly lit, the air thick with sandalwood, leather, and the unmistakable musk of arousal. His guide's fingers curled around his wrist, pulling him forward as his eyes adjusted. The scene unfolded before him like something from a f
Alex glanced at his watch. Barely noon, and he'd accomplished nothing. Half-finished emails glared from his monitor, reports sat untouched, her silence eating at him like acid. "Mr. Voss, you have a call on line two." His assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Take a message," he snappe
Alex scrambled for a lie, any lie, praying his brain would work faster than his dick. "Sorry, it's not you. I was texting with Nancy earlier and..." The words tumbled out awkwardly. "It's j-just been a while, you know?" Lena stepped back, her hands dropping to her sides. Her expression shifted fro







