LOGINIt was cold. Cassie tightened the grey scarf hanginfg around her neck. She rubbed her hands together, hoping that they could give her some warmth. Her brother was coming to pick her from the airport. She rolled her suitcase towards the waiting lounge. It was crowded but warm. She knew her brother would call her as soon as he arrived so she was not worried.
No sooner had she sat down than her phone started ringing.
"Hello," she responded. The number was unfamiliar.
"Hello, is this Cassie?" The voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, this is she. Who am I speaking to please?" Cassie asked.
"This is Ken. I have been sent by your brother to come pick you up. I am at the parking lot of the airport. Where are you?"
"Okay, I am on my way," Cass answered.
"It is okay, just tell me where you are. I will come help you with your bags," Ken insisted.
"Don't worry, I don't have much luggage. See you soon."
Cassie walked towards the entrance, her suitcase following suit. As she approached the gate, she felt a pang of disappointment wash over her. She had not seen her brother for some time and for her to send someone instead of coming made her feel bad. She tried to reason that maybe he was busy and that was why he had not come. After all, he was planning a funeral, all by himself.
Their mother was being laid to rest the following day. Sarah and Emily had promised to travel in the evening.
When she arrived at the parking lot, she looked around for someone holding a placard with her name written on it but could not see anyone. She took out her phone and dialled the last number.
"Hello, I am out her. Where are you?" Cass asked.
"I can see you. I am leaning on the dark blue car," Ken said before rattling out the number plate to Cassie.
Cassie found the car within seconds. She walked towards it. A man in a white shirt, blue pair of jeans and a baseball cap was waiting for her.
"Hello," Cass said timidly. She had always been uncomfortable around strangers.
"Hello Cassie, please get in." He ushered her into the car.
"Thank you," Cassie said as she settled. She fastened her seatbelt as Ken loaded her suitcase in the boot.
"How was your flight?" Ken asked politely.
"It was okay, thank you for asking." Cassie wondered if Ken was going to make small talks throughout the ride to her brother's house. She did not want to appear impolite but she needed some quiet.
"That is good to hear. Uhm...I am sorry your brother could not pick you as promised. He is having a bit of a challenge with the peeps at the cemetery," Ken explained.
"Thank you for letting me know," Cass said before removing her phone.
Ken did not engage her again. He focused his mind on driving her home. This gave Cassie a chance to observe him without looking to o bvious. His hair was loosely combed, giving it a shaggy but cuter look. His jaw was square and he had brown dull eyes unlike the stranger...That stranger again.
Cassie noticed that the stranger had a tendency of popping up in her mind anytime he wanted. And whenever she thought of her, she became all sweaty and bothered. She squirmed in her change to get rid of the piercing eyes that danced in her mind.
"Are you okay? Should I slow down?" Ken asked. He had noticed her discomfort.
"Huh...Sorry...I am okay," Cassie answered hurriedly while shaking her head. She had to learn how to properly mask her feelings and not wear them on her sleeve like some idiot. She vowed to keep the stranger out of her mind. And to do that, she opened her messages and decided to chat up her friends.
Sarah was offline so she chatted up Em. Em was worried about her and for the firsat time since Cassie had known her, did not make any sexual jokes. Cass assured her that she was fine and that she would video call them as soon as she arrived at her brother's. She also advised Em to carry heavy clothes as the weather here was not favourable.
"We are here," Ken said before hooting loudly. "Sorry, I forgot the garage remote."They had stopped at a sky blue gate.
"Ooh, no worries," Cassie commented. She was glad that they were finally home. She was tired and jetlagged. The flight had not been that long but it had been long since she had taken a flight out of the town she lived in.
"Hey sister," Asher called out from the compound.
He was standing near the gate, a remote in his hand. He handed the remote to Ken who had alighted from the car and taken Cass's suitcase from the boot.
"Hi brother," Cass answered awkwardly. It had been long since they had seen each other face to face. They talked and video called but it was not the same.
"Look at you, all grown," Asher teased.
Cassie blushed before walking towards Asher's open arms. They hugged for a minute before he let her go and started inspecting her.
"Have you been eating well?" Asher asked.
"Yes," Cass answered. She knew he was coming from a good place. And this was why she loved her brother. It did not matter how long they had been apart, Asher was always ready to welcome her. And that was why she had always felt guilty anytime he asked her to come home and she said no. She loved her brother but hated the town.
It was not Asher's fault really. He had been their mother's favourite, the golden child and her mother was never afraid to show it. She always sang his name, talking about how perfect he was. It was not like Cassie was not not good at anything. In fact, she was brighter than Asher but since she was not a planned kid, she was left to rot in the background.
"Come, I know you are tired. I can see the wheels in your mind rolling faster than the F1 car," Asher commented. He knew her sister despite the distance. She was an overthinker, most times in a good way.
Cassie let Asher lead her towards the house.
Cassie woke to the soft gray light of winter dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of Reggie’s bedroom. The clock on the nightstand read 6:12 a.m. Reggie was still asleep beside her, one arm flung across the pillows, chest rising and falling in the slow, deep rhythm of someone who had finally let exhaustion win after a long night. His face looked softer in sleep, the sharp edges of his usual intensity smoothed away. She smiled, tracing the line of his jaw with her eyes, then carefully slipped from beneath the duvet.The floor was cool against her bare feet. She padded into the en-suite bathroom, easing the door closed behind her. After relieving herself, she stood at the sink and splashed cold water on her face, chasing away the last of sleep. Her reflection stared back. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed from last night, eyes bright with something she couldn't put a finger on. She reached for a toothbrush, realized hers was in her own room, and spotted the spare one still in i
The lair was quiet now, save for the soft rasp of Cassie’s breathing and the faint crackle of the last candle Reggie had blown out. Her body still trembled in the aftershocks, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, wax, and the evidence of everything they’d done. The nipple clamps were gone, the spreader bar unbuckled, and the cuffs unlocked with careful fingers that had kissed each red mark they’d left behind. She lay limp against the black silk sheets, boneless, eyes half-lidded and dreamy.Reggie knelt beside her, a warm, damp cloth in hand. He started at her face; gentle strokes across her forehead, her cheeks, the corners of her eyes where tears of pleasure and frustration had dried. Cassie sighed, turning her cheek into the cloth like a cat seeking more warmth.“You were perfect,” he murmured, voice low and rough from hours of dirty commands and groans. “So fucking perfect, Cass.”She managed a small, sated smile. “I screamed your name loud enough to wake the neighbors.”He
The cuffs bit into the soft skin of her wrists just enough to remind her she wasn’t going anywhere. Cassie’s arms stretched above her head, shoulders open, chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate pants. The silver chain between the nipple clamps swayed with every ragged breath, each tiny movement sending fresh sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Reggie had already secured her ankles to the spreader bar; the cold black leather pressing into the tender flesh of her inner thighs leaving her legs splayed wide, helpless, her dripping pussy on full, shameless display under the low amber lights of the lair.He stood at the foot of the bed for what felt like an eternity, simply looking.The candle flame danced in his hand, casting flickering shadows across his sharp features. His eyes were black with hunger, pupils blown wide, drinking in every inch of her vulnerability: the wax pearls already hardening on her flushed skin, the slick shine coating her inner thighs, the way he
The door connecting the lair to his bedroom swung open with a soft, deliberate creak that echoed through the dimly lit space like a promise. Cassie’s breath caught in her throat, her body already strung tight from the endless wait. She didn’t dare move from her position. The sheer white babydoll clung to her skin, damp with anticipation, every inch of her exposed and aching for him.Reggie stepped inside, his presence filling the room. In one hand, he held a thick beeswax candle and a sleek silver lighter; in the other, a pair of delicate nipple clamps dangled from their chain, glinting under the lights. He set them down on the bedside table with careful precision, his eyes never leaving her. She could feel his gaze like a physical touch, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, the slick evidence of her need glistening between her thighs.“Fuck, Cass,” he murmured, his voice rough and low as he moved closer. His palm settled on her ass first, warm and possessive, rubbing
They arrived at the house just as the city quieted into that late-hour hush. It felt very intimate. Reggie killed the engine, the sudden silence pressing against Cassie’s ears. Her pulse hadn’t slowed since the boutique; if anything, it had climbed higher with every mile, every casual stroke of his fingers along her thigh.He was out first, rounding the hood with that predatory grace she could never quite get used to. When he opened her door, he extended his hand, palm up.“My lady,” he said, voice low and amused.Cassie couldn’t help it; she giggled, the sound bubbling out of her like champagne. The formality was so at odds with the filthy promises still hanging between them that it felt deliciously absurd. She placed her fingers in his, letting him pull her up and out of the seat until their bodies brushed. His thumb grazed the inside of her wrist once, deliberately, before he released her.He reached into the back for the six glossy black bags, gathering them all in one large hand
They stepped out of the restaurant into the cool night, but the air did nothing to temper the furnace blazing between them. Cassie’s entire body felt like one exposed nerve, every brush of the silk dress against her skin a reminder of what Reggie had done and what he hadn’t let her do. Her thighs still trembled from the slow, deliberate torture under the table, and the memory of his fingers sliding away just as she teetered on the edge made her want to scream or bite him or both. Reggie’s palm settled low on her back as they walked to the valet, thumb tracing slow, maddening circles that felt like ownership. She shivered, not from cold. “Thank you for dinner,” she managed, voice husky, sliding into the warm leather of the SUV. “Anytime,” he murmured, the word curling around her like smoke before he shut the door with a soft, final click. He circled the hood, jacket open, tie loosened just enough to reveal the strong column of his throat. When he climbed in and started the engine,






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