LOGINChapter 5 - Her Good Boy She came in and set both coffees on my nightstand and stood over me with her hands on her hips, and she was wearing a black silk robe and nothing else I could see. "Sit up." I sat up. "Hands on your head. Lace your fingers." I laced my fingers on top of my head. She looked down at me. "You came in my house, in my sheets, without permission," she said. "That's a fine. It's not a big fine. It's going to sting for a minute and then it's done, and then you and I are square and we can start the day. Or you say red and we don't do it and I'm not angry and it's over. Your call." "Not red," I said. "Go." She got on the bed, put one knee up on the mattress beside my hip, and pulled me forward by the chin and slapped me. Open palm, across the cheek, flat and sharp and loud… it rang in the quiet room and my whole head turned with it and my eyes watered and my cock jumped so hard I thought I'd come right there like a teenager. "Ahh…” She watched my face
Chapter 4 - Total Submission Her thighs closed around my ears and her hand twisted hard in my hair and held me there. "Ahh… god… stay…" She let out a slow breath and let me up. I sat back on my heels. My mouth was wet. My chin was wet. She looked down at me from the chair and her chest was moving, and her hair had come loose out of where she'd had it behind her ear. "Stand up," she said. "Kneel on the edge of the bed. Face the headboard. You're going to find out what's on the other side of all that wanting." I got up on legs that felt like they were made of something soft, and turned, and knelt on the mattress with my bound hands behind me, and heard her come up behind me. I was so hard it hurt. The whole week had built up… not touching myself, doing everything she said… and when her hand came around my cock I made a noise like I'd been hit. "Ahh… oh… oh fuck…" "You're not to cum," she said. "You understand me? This is going to be very good and you're still not to
Chapter 3 - The Full Domination She let me go. "Now open your mouth, and let me show you what else my voice is good for." She pulled me forward by the rope and put her mouth on my ear and spoke low into it, and the rope bit just slightly at my wrists and my whole body thrummed, and I knew, with a clarity that scared and thrilled me in equal measure, that I was going to say yes for the rest of my life. "Ahh… Ma'am…" The word came out of me broken. "That's right," she said, amused. "Say it again." "Ma'am," I said, and my voice cracked in the middle of it, and she laughed… that small polite cough of a laugh, out of place in this room, and somehow that was the most dangerous thing she'd done all night. I knelt there with the rope around my wrists and my heart going like a fist on a door, and I said it again because she'd told me to. "Ma'am." "Again." "Ma'am." "Better." She circled me slowly, and I could hear her bare feet on the floorboards, and I kept my eyes forward like sh
Chapter 2 - Agreement And it was the voice I thought about, mostly… the velvety drop of it… “that's twice now,” and the fact that it came out of her. Elena. Stepmother Elena. I came into my fist thinking about her saying my name that way, and afterwards I felt so profoundly, stupidly guilty that I got up and drank a glass of water at the kitchen sink. On Wednesday she caught me in the hallway as I was heading out to my car. "Julian. A minute." I stopped. She was in her linen and her glasses, holding a mug of tea. "I've been thinking about this," she said, "and I want to be direct with you.” She sipped her tea and set it on the hall table. "You came into the house on Thursday and you heard something you weren't supposed to hear. That can't be taken back. Now you know what I do, and I've been doing it for fifteen years and I'm not going to stop because my stepson knows." "Elena…" "I'm not finished." She smoothed her sleeve. "You're twenty-eight. You've been a grown man for mos
Chapter 1 - The Dominatrix StepmotherThe thing about my stepmother was that she was the most boring woman I had ever met.Elena was forty-four and she taught yoga on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She wore linen. She drank chamomile tea out of a chipped porcelain cup with a hairline crack down one side and she never once raised her voice, not even when my father tracked mud through the house after the storm in March and she'd simply looked at the floor, then at him, then gone to get the mop. She was calm the way lakes are calm. She had a laugh like a small polite cough.So when I came home early from my shift at the hospital on a Thursday, and the yoga class was supposedly cancelled, I heard a voice coming from behind the door of the guest bedroom… the one with the good lock on it, a voice that was low and rich and absolutely not the voice of the woman I knew, I thought it was the radio.I had my hand on the doorknob before I heard the word “sir”I stopped.“That's twice now," the voice
Chapter 4 – Shared Routine. Marcus came home on a Thursday evening with dust on his boots and that tired smile he always wore after a long haul. I met him at the door and he pulled me into a careful hug, one hand resting gently on the side of my belly. “Missed you,” he said against my hair. “Missed you too.” He showered while I finished putting dinner together. We ate on the couch with our plates balanced on our knees. He talked about the drive, the traffic, the terrible coffee at the last rest stop, and I listened and nodded and kept one hand on the curve of my stomach so he wouldn’t notice how restless I felt. That night he fell asleep fast, one arm draped loosely over my waist. I lay awake for a long time staring at the ceiling and listening to his breathing even out. Every time I closed my eyes I could still feel the ghost of Harlan’s hand on my belly and the way he had filled me with his cum. The first time Harlan came back after Marcus returned, it was the middle
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h







