Psycho N Sassy Novels & Stories

I grunted at the burning sensation across my right butt cheek. "What did I say, angel?" he snarled. My nether parts clenched. I grit my teeth but said nothing. Smack! Smack! I bit my bottom lip, hardly containing my moan. The headlights were drawing nearer. Evidence of my desire pooled in my panties. Could they already see us? What did they think was going on here? Did I actually give a fuck? Why was I dripping wet for this deranged psychopath? "I won't ask again, baby," he husked. He grinded his stiff cock against my ass. "I can do this all night."

I was talking but she continued to speak. “And where did you get that stripper? From a club? Oh, how much did you pay? A thousand dollars?” “It wasn’t sexual intercourse; it was a full misunderstanding.” I don’t know if she cared about my reasoning, but I certainly know she’s not listening. Girls attitude. Better deal with this I’m a psychologist so just breathe. “Congrats babe, you’ve got your success.” The last thing I heard before she cut off. Curious, I checked my account and saw the life that happened earlier before I turned off my phone to get upstairs.

The Reckless Exchange The bass vibrated against my eardrums and bones. I held my glass of gin, "Sasha," I leaned toward her, shouting to bridge the gap of noise. "Why did we even come here?" Sasha Chen, my best friend and resident free spirit, just flashed a confident smile. "To exist, Leo! It's called existing!" She took a gulp of her cocktail. "Plus, you needed a distraction. Mission: Evict Future-Stepfather Anxiety from Leo's Brain is fully operational!"

I screamed as she rushed to me and hit the phone away from my hand, before swinging her knife at me, but I ducked swiftly. Jessica screamed in fear as I watched her try and break loose from the cuffs, but it was no use. She screamed for help over and over, but Mia was already attacking me and the alarm was still so loud. I fought her off as best as I could, but the minute she ducked in her pocket and pulled out a small spray bottle, I didn't see anything after that when she dosed my eyes with the wretched peppery spray. I screamed in agony as I tumbled to the ground, clenched my eyes as they burned in torture.

"Our destiny was chosen by stars, My heart accepted you and raised its bars. I waited so long for you, My Princess, But that Psycho again came back and blocked the ingress He snatched you away from me, leaving me to bleed and scream I panicked and opened my eyes, realizing that was nothing just a bad dream But I can't take any chances, now I can't ignore Enough of this cat and mouse chase, now it's time to declare a war I have lost my patience now; I don't care even if the world witnesses my insanity

Putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, she turned the shower on. Because of the excitement, she was ready in fifteen minutes. She sat in the living room, going through her F******k news feed. It was boring as usual. Most of her friends lived in the same old small town so she knew things before they were posted. There were lots of people posting about others and other annoying things. Marcus who'd moved to a big city and possibly become stupid had posted photos of him with two semi nude women in his arms. He was always posting photos with the two of them and they were all in some kind of relationships. How silly!

“I don’t care if she wants to date you, Frank. She’s the one who started it.” “Me?” I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who wrote in the contract I had to ask permission to date. Now, you’re questioning my choice. Are you a narcissist?” I asked, looking horrified at him. “No,” Frank glared, flickering his eyes at Finn for a few seconds. “He’s just really a selfish prick,” he snarled, placing the contract on his table and sighing as if controlling his anger. Finn pursed his lips, not wanting to clash with Frank, but his nostril flared with annoyance as he glowered at him.

He chuckled. He quickly sent her another message, “missing you my love.” Sassy was done attending to her client, she went straight to the locker room to get rest. She opened the door and saw a masculine figure. “Hello…who are you and why are you here?” She shouted. She wondered what a man was doing inside the ladies room still, the man was silent. She called again, “Are you deaf?” She called again but there was no response. Still in angry mode, she rushed to quickly check who he was.

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.

He clears his throat and stands. “Sassy , sweetheart, we’re so glad you’re here. As you know, Janelle and I went through a crazy incident together up at the hunting cabin. But we’re fine,” he says in a firm tone. “No one’s hurt and we’re both totally fine.”