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“What’s your name?” “Elena,” I whispered, clutching the duster, my heart pounding as his gaze raked over me, lingering on my cleavage peeking from the low neckline. My nipples hardened under his scrutiny, and I pressed my thighs together, a dampness forming between them. “Pretty little thing,” he murmured, circling me like a predator, his hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. “Ever been touched?” His question was bold, invasive, and my cheeks flushed, but I shook my head, admitting my virginity.

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Mom called out my name from downstairs and I froze, my eyes widening as I quickly hid the dildo under my pillow. I fixed my skirt and opened the door just in time to see Mom standing in front of my room. We looked so alike that we could be mistaken for sisters. But she was more curvy than I was while I was more on the lean side. “I'm heading to work. Don't forget to make breakfast for Nick before he heads out. I might be back late today, love you!” She said, kissing my forehead gently and I smiled at her as she rushed out of the house.

"Oh, I know exactly who you are, Lena ross. The nosy reporter who's been poking around my operations. You slipped past my guards like you owned the place. Impressive. Stupid, but impressive." I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. How did he know my name? I had been careful, using aliases, staying in the shadows. But here I was, captured, exposed. My legs were free, but the chair was bolted to the floor, and the door was guarded by two burly men outside. Escape seemed impossible. "This is kidnapping. You'll go down for it."

"Relax babygirl." His fingers trail a little higher, stopping right at the hem of my shorts. Which are not covering much if I'm being honest. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Gavin's finger slides under my shorts the tiniest bit and I just about jump out of my seat. "Is this okay babygirl?" He whispers and I nod my head, not trusting my voice right now. His finger slides further under my shorts, grazing the top of my pussy. I glance over at him and he smiles casually. As if he isn't igniting a flame inside me.

My desire here is to share my story. My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. These stories, if you have read them up through now, are the story of my strange journey. The earlier stories and the many that follow will make very clear just how un-normal my life is.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

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The End" She said as she smiled at her son whom still looked at her, expecting her to continue with the story. "But Mama this story does not really interest me this night. I have heard alot of stories about Santa. Please tell me something different?" "Fine! I will. But promise me that after this it will be over?" "If I like it Mama" he responded. " Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF"

" Alexa yawns. (Cooyright:The short story isn't mine. Copied it from a bedstories website. Please rate and comment.love yal.ADIOS.)