LOGINChapter 1 - The Security GuardThe estate was massive and the gatehouse sat at the end of it like a little brick lighthouse, and that's where I spent every night from eleven to seven.I'd been there three weeks when she first came to the booth.The job had come through a buddy of mine who did security work for the family… the Hallorans, who owned half the commercial real estate in the county and a private jet. And houses.He'd told me it was the easiest money he'd ever made. Sit in a booth. Watch the cameras. Log the visitors. Don't let anybody through the gate who isn't on the list. That was the whole job.I was thirty-three years old and I'd spent the last eight years bouncing between warehouse gigs and construction and a short stretch driving for a rideshare company that almost killed me, and I needed the money and the quiet, and the booth gave me both. Eleven to seven, six nights a week, eight hundred and fifty a week, and nobody bothered me.At least for the first two weeks. The
Chapter 5 - The Punishment My mother sat at the head of the table with her hands folded in front of her and her back straight, and Damian and I sat across from each other with our hands in our laps like two kids called into the principal's office. “I am disappointed," my mother said. She looked at Damian first. "You're my husband," she said. "I have never once given you a reason to do this to me. I opened my home to my daughter because she needed to heal from the divorce between me and her father. And you…” she turned to me, "You came into my house and you fucked my husband on my kitchen table while I was at the store buying milk for your coffee." "Mom…" "Don't." She held up one hand. "I'm not finished." I closed my mouth. "I'm not stupid," she said. "I've been watching the two of you since the day you walked in the door,” She paused. "But I wasn't imagining it. And now I've seen it with my own eyes, so we can skip the part where you try to tell me it was a one-time
Chapter 4 - Caught He fucked me through it and kept going, harder, and I was so sensitive that every stroke made me whimper, and I pushed back onto him and took it, all of it. He got a hand in my hair and pulled my head back and fucked me like that with my back arched and my tits pressed against the wood. "Ahh… fuck… oh my god…" He pulled out and turned me around and lifted me up onto the edge of the table and knelt down in front of me and spread my legs and put his mouth on my pussy. “Yes… Ahh!” He ate me out like he'd been waiting years for it, tongue flat and firm up my slit and then circling my clit and then two fingers pushed inside me while his tongue worked my clit, and I grabbed the back of his head with both hands and ground against his face and moaned loud enough that I was glad the house was empty. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue and I came again, hard, my thighs shaking around his head, my whole body curling forward over him.
Chapter 3 - Breakfast I woke up with my hand between my legs and my mother knocking on the door. "Clara? You up? I'm making breakfast." "Yeah," I said, and my voice came out wrecked. "Yeah, I'm up. Be down in a minute." I heard her footsteps go back down the hall and I lay there for a second with my heart going and my fingers still slick and the whole night sitting on my chest. The dream was already fading but the ache wasn't. I got up and showered and stood under the hot water for a long time with my forehead against the tile, and then I got dressed… nothing fancy, just jeans and a t-shirt, because I told myself I wasn't going to do anything and went downstairs. The kitchen smelled like bacon and coffee. My mother was at the stove with her back to me, flipping eggs in the pan, and Damian was at the table with the newspaper open and a cup of coffee in front of him. He looked up when I came in and I saw it again, that flicker, and this time he didn't bother to hide it
Chapter 2 - Thinking About Him I rolled over and shoved a pillow between my legs and ground down against it, slow and hard, my hips rolling, the fabric rough against my clit through my underwear. I did that for a while with my face buried in the other pillow and my breath hot against the cotton, and it felt good but it wasn't enough. I reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. I'd brought a whole bag with me when I moved back in… the kind of bag you zip up and shove in the bottom of a suitcase and hope nobody asks about. I'd unpacked it into the drawer the first night while my mother was downstairs making tea. My vibrator was in there, the big purple one, thick and curved and heavier than it looked. My small bullet was in there too, silver and palm-sized, the kind you hold between two fingers. There was a slim glass toy that was cold no matter what you did with it, and a silicone plug with a flared base that I'd bought on a whim and used exactly twice, and a bo
Chapter 1 - The Masochist. Family Affair The divorce was final on a Tuesday and I moved back into my mother's house on a Thursday, and by the second night I understood that I had made a mistake.Not because of my mother. My mother was fine. The mistake was Damian.My mother had married him a year ago and I'd missed the wedding because I'd been in the middle of the divorce and had told her I couldn't fly out, and she'd sent me photos and I'd looked at them on my phone in a hotel room and thought he looked nice. Tall, dark-haired, a little younger than my mother, a contractor with his own firm, the kind of man who looked good in a suit and better in a t-shirt. I'd looked at the photos for maybe four minutes and then I'd put my phone down and gone back to my life.I didn't recognize him when I walked in the door.He was in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up and his hands in the sink, and he turned around when my mother said my name and he looked at me with the polite, open face o







