SCARLETT
I didn’t want to go. I thought about what would happen if I didn’t, I thought of what would happen if he should reveal the contents of the journal to everyone. I thought of telling Aiden and asking for his help in catching whoever was blackmailing me with my journal but that’d mean my brother knew that dark side about me and I didn’t…It’d kill me to have him know that about me. He has always seen me as his princess, as a sheltered princess who loves sunsets and parks and candies, he didn’t have to know that I was messed up in the head.That I was so screwed up that the only thing that gets me was fantasizing about having deranged and wicked things done to me in the name of sex.So here I was, ringing the doorbell of the address that Psycho had given me. I had no idea what I was walking into, I had no idea who he was… I was aware of the stakes and danger here.He could be a psycho, he could hurt me greatly, he could kill me…The door opened and my hand instinctively tightened around my bag. The bag contained pepper sprays, pen knives, hammer, and stone. I was already stupid enough to come here. I’d be more stupid to come here without anything to defend myself.You’re already stupid coming here at all.I stepped in cautiously, my hand reaching into the bag and grabbing the pepper spray, half expecting someone or a group of people to appear from nowhere but where I stepped into, a clean monochrome sitting room that looked like it belonged to a rich guy just like the area suggested was devoid of life.“Hello oo,” I called out, my voice echoing and bouncing off the walls.Nobody replied to me and suddenly, it looked like no one was there. Whirling around the black and white sitting room, I suddenly realized how utterly stupid I was coming here. I don’t even know who he was, I don’t know what he was capable of and yet, here I was, in a possibly serial killer’s den because of a stupid journal.I turned back and started for the door. It clamped shut just before I could it and right before my eyes, the keys turned automatically, locking me in.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I was locked up in a stranger’s house. No one knew I was here. Anything could happen to me here and no one, no one would know.“Getting cold feet already?”The self-absolved and proud voice that sounded disturbingly familiar filled the room and I turned around to see him- with a mask covering half of his face staring down at me from the top of the stairs.My mouth grew shamelessly dry and my eyes developed a mind of their own as they decided to shamelessly ogle the specimen in front of me.Despite the situation we were in, he was disturbingly hot. His black pants hung low on his lip and he didn’t even bother with a shirt. I stared at his bare chest, at the bound muscles and biceps, and o found myself swallowing as sinful thoughts filled my head.Thoughts that I shouldn’t be having about this stranger who was blackmailing.I’ve fantasized a lot, I’ve craved a thousand sexual escapades but no male has ever been the object of my fantasies. Aiden’s friends, the guards, and men that were all over our house… I’ve always wanted things done to me but I’ve never wanted anyone to do them to me.Until this stranger that was blackmailing me.How could I… Was I really so fucked in the head that the prospect of doing something with this stranger was so erotic that I could feel myself getting turned on?God! I definitely needed to check myself into a psychiatric hospital. I wasn’t alright. I couldn’t be alright with having thoughts and wants like this.“I’m here now, you said you’d return my journal if I show up here so please return it.”The corners of his lips curved into a devious smirk, “I never said I’d give you after you showed up here.”“Then what did…”“Follow me.”He didn’t wait for me to reply before he turned on his heels and started to walk down a row of doors. I stood there, contemplating on what I should do but I knew that whatever I did or did not do, I’d not leave here without my journal.So I followed him, one hesitant step after the other.Tied up, fingered, toyed with, and eaten out by a masked stranger in his house till I was a screaming mess, till orgasms chased after each other, till I was a boneless mess, till I passed out from intense pleasure.My thighs instinctively clenched together and even though I could feel myself getting wet down there, I hated myself, hated that I was having this reaction to a total stranger who could be out for my blood.But you wanted a total stranger to be the one to make you cum multiple times while you’re tied up, gagged, and blindfolded.He stepped in front of a door, pushed it open, and beckoned for me to enter.Bullshit.“Who are you?” I asked in a tired voice, “And why are you doing this?”He leaned against the door frame, his strong hands crossing against his chest and I couldn’t help the involuntary dip that my eyes did.This stranger was sinfully and disturbingly hot.“What am I doing?” He asked in a bored tone, “You’re the one who said you’d do anything. I’m just honoring your request.”I couldn’t see his eyes and expression behind the red mask he had on but I had an inkling that he was mocking me.“By anything, I did not mean…”“Get in, Scarlett,” there was a harsh command in his tone, one that propelled my feet to move before I could process his command.He entered after me and slammed the door shut.Now I was scared, I could feel my palms getting clammy, could feel my heart beating so wildly like it’d fall out of my chest.But there was also the exhilaration, the excitement thumping through my veins, the prospect of living out my weirdest fantasy and…I had once signed up on a sex site when I couldn’t bear the ache and want that was so visceral that I couldn't function properly. I couldn't go along with it. I was already in front of the hotel where I was to meet the partner whose kinks had matched mine when I realized how stupid and dumb I was. My father wouldn't hesitate to put a hole in my head if he knew that his precious daughter had almost met up with a total stranger.But now... I was in a dark room, completely dark except for a dull red bulb at the corner of the room, with a total stranger and my heart was thumping so wildly, both out of anticipation and fear.My eyes swept across the room, taking in the handcuffs, the ropes, the whips, the balls, and gags hanging on the wall and I found myself swallowing.“Are you that excited?” the stranger asked me but his voice wasn't as cold as it had been earlier, it was now soft, velvety even that I felt it trail up my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.And then, he wasn't beside me again, he was in front of me, roughly pushing me against the wall and his hand closing in around my neck.“What are you...”The words died in my throat when his hold tightened around my neck while his thumb started moving in a small caress over the sensitive skin of my neck and it took everything in me not to moan at how pleasurable it was.It felt so good, so intense and I've been so starved... I've always been starved and right now, I wanted nothing but to be ravaged and exploited and treated like a whore.I wanted... no, needed it so much that it hurt.The rational part of my mind knew this was wrong, that this was messed up, that this was a stranger who could have a camera hidden anywhere in this house but for once in my life, I wanted to do what I really wanted.SCARLETTHe stroked the sensitive skin of my neck and I bit my lower lip till I tasted blood to keep the moan back in. How could his finger against my skin feel so good, so pleasurable that it made me wonder how it’d feel if he was touching me in other places? Private places.“You look so excited,” he continued, his fingers dipping lower and lower till they were grazing my cleavage, “are you that happy about the prospect of living out one of your fantasies.”Living out one of my fantasies... That sounded wrong, yet so right. It was what I wanted, what I needed. Maybe I thought it’d get to this when he asked me to come here. That dirty, tainted part of me must have anticipated this. “I don't know what you’re talking about,” I managed in a strained voice even though my thoughts were already going haywire and my brain was getting turned into mush from the way he was touching my body.Like he had more control of my body than I'd ever have.“Ohh, but you do,” his voice sounded like he w
SCARLETTIf someone had asked me at the beginning of the day how I’d be spending my night, being tied up to a bad post, stripped naked and blindfolded wouldn’t have crossed my mind one bit.But here I was in the exact position, naked like the day I was born and bound up to the bed with my legs spread wide apart on the bed of a complete strangers like slut, my core in direct eye contact with him.As a mafia princess, and as a lady there were so many things wrong with me being this way. It was extremely degrading being in this position. This was the worst scenario anyone could find me in.And what’s worse, I was utterly turned on by it, my center dripping with nectar and my clit pulsating with need.He could see all of it.I hated that I was turned on, hated how my body was reacting to all this.Hated how much I wanted this.And God! I wanted it so much.I was still quivering from the soul-crushing orgasm I just experienced by his finger, just his fingers. Even my fingers couldn’t give
SCARLETTAs the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, I slowly blinked my eyes open, grogginess clinging to my senses like a heavy fog. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I found myself disoriented, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before.What the hell happened? Where am I?My gaze swept across the room, taking in the familiar surroundings that seemed somehow foreign in the dim light of morning. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, the memories came flooding back, crashing over me like a tidal wave.Me being tied to the bed, blind-folded and spread out like a whore.The masked stranger's touch.His lips on my skin.His tongue lapping at my core and drawing out a mind-blowing orgasm from me, over and over again till I passed out.Fuck!An intense sensations sent shivers down my spine, and a rush of exhilaration mingled with a tinge of embarrassment.Turning my head slightly, I realized I was no longer bound to the bedpost. Then, I looked down, an
DAMIENThe thumping bass reverberated through the walls of the nightclub, drowning out the loud laughter and clinking glasses of Sam and the rest of the guys.I wasn’t with them. I was in the secluded confines of my executive lounge, lost in a world of my own.The girl— I can’t even remember her name— knelt before me, her head bobbing up and down as she tirelessly worked my dick with her mouth, trying to pleasure me. Her movements were rhythmic, almost mechanical, and as much as I tried to, I couldn't seem to lose myself in the moment.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Scarlett Castle, the girl’s eager face morphing into hers.I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if it were Scarlett kneeling between my thighs, her soft lips wrapping around my dick and working me with a hunger that matched my own.Fuck! I groaned out.The girl moaned against my hard member, thinking she was the reason for my response. I ignored her, allowing my mind to wander back to Scarlett.My
SCARLETTThe weekend has finally rolled in, and after a grueling week of classes, my friends and I were eager to let loose and hit the town.As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our apartment, we gathered in the bedroom, each of us going about our pre-party rituals.I sat on the edge of my bed, slipping on a pair of sleek black heels, their sharp points clicking against the hardwood floor. I was dressed in a form-fitting black dress that accentuated my curves and complimented it with bold, smoky eyes and a deep burgundy lip that made me feel surge of confidence.My dark hair cascaded in loose waves down my back, framing my face in soft tendrils.Aurora stood before the mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft glow of vanity lights as she adjusted the straps of her daring red dress, her long, blonde curls cascading down her back in perfect waves as she twisted and turned to check herself out.With bold, smoky eyes and a deep crimson lip, she looked every bit t
SCARLETTI tossed and turned in my bed, completely restless.The sheets tangled around my limbs as I tried in vain to find a comfortable position. Sleep eluded me, my mind consumed by thoughts of the stranger and the electrifying moment we shared. Each time I closed my eyes, his touch haunted me, igniting a fire within me that refused to be extinguished no matter how much I tried.As I laid there, my body thrummed with so much need and anticipation, memories of our time together flooded my mind like a relentless wave. I could hear his voice, low and husky, whispering words of desire that sent shivers down my spine."You like that, don't you?"His voice echoed in my mind, sending a delicious thrill coursing through me."You're so wet for me, baby. I can feel how much you want it."My cheeks flushed at the memory of his words, the heat of his breath against my ear as he whispered promises of a mind-blowing and toe-curling pleasure. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, intense and
DAMIENThe scent of rich tobacco filled the air as, my father and the leader of The Underground Mafia, Vincent Hunter, addressed the room. His voice was smooth yet commanding, cutting through the haze of smoke that hung heavy in the dimly lit space.“Alright, let’s cut to the chase,” he began, his tone making room for no opposition. “We need to discuss the expansion of our territory. The Brotherhood is encroaching on our turf, and we need to send them a message.”His words sparked a flurry of murmurs and nods of agreement from the assembled men, each one eager to contribute their thoughts on the matter. Giovanni, one of my father’s trusted lieutenant, was the first to speak up.“We could send a few of our boys to pay them a visit,” he suggested, his voice gruff with authority. “Remind them who runs this town.”Of course, Giovanni was one known for his brute force. But I couldn’t help but feel like a more strategic approach should be used.“No, that’s too direct,” Salvatore countered,
DAMIENAs I waited for Scarlett to come, a strong mix of anticipation and arousal coursed through my veins, igniting every nerve ending in my body. With my mask securely in place, shielding my identity, I stood poised in the dimly lit room, my senses on high alert for the sound of her steps approaching.When she finally showed up, the sight of her, completely naked beneath the large trench coat she wore, sent a surge of desire coursing through my veins. Her boldness, her utter disregard for the consequences, was intoxicating, it drove me nuts.“You didn’t think I’d show up, did you?” she slurred seductively, her voice dripping with amusement and desire.The words sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me, my desire for her reigniting with a fierce intensity. With a predatory gleam in my eyes, I began to walk towards her.“You're playing with fire," I warned, my voice husky with desire as I approached her, my fingers itching to explore every inch of her tempting flesh.I was gi