Six Times A Day Novels & Stories

EPISODE 221 Relief flickered across me, though it wasn’t enough to quiet the restlessness in my chest. One day wouldn’t be enough. I needed more space, time, and distance from the chaos constantly tugging at me. “Make it every Saturday and Sunday instead of every week,” I told him firmly, meeting his gaze without wavering.

I sigh. “Counter offer. Four times a day. When I wake up, and then once every four hours. You’ll know the time based on what time I wake up. And Aaron can message on my behalf if I’m working.” I offer. It does sound a bit annoying, but messaging the guy I’m seeing a few times a day doesn’t seem that weird, besides if it makes him feel better I don’t mind. As long as he doesn’t try to limit my actions I can tolerate it. Besides, based on what Megan and Darrien have told me, if I help him feel secure he should back off a little eventually.

That Saturday was the day we fixed for the date. Saturday morning. I woke up when my alarm rang by 6 am. My veins stretched and bones creaked as I stretched myself on the bed. The alarm was still ringing and it kept quiet after a while, the moment I hit the dancing, big, red button on it.

𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒙 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.

She yelled and Hayden sighed. “Ugh, we have a lot of work to do.” He mumbled and held her wrist, he put a pedometer on it and she looked at him confused. “What the hell is this?” She asked as he reset it. “A pedometer, starting from tomorrow, you must make twenty thousand steps, and get ready. Every morning by 6:00 am, we will go out for a run and come back by 8:00 am, enjoy the rest of your day.” He said and walked out.

June still remembers the incident over and over again until she fell asleep that night. June thought she had just fallen asleep, but her alarm had gone off, waking her up to get ready for the office. Weary, June reached over to the nightstand to turn off the alarm. She thought there was something wrong with the alarm, it couldn't be morning already. However, when June opened her eyes, it turned out to be half past six in the morning. The sun was still peeking sheepishly, but it was already time to wake up for June. She had to eat breakfast, shower, get ready, so she could arrive before seven in the morning at the office.

Jerry had cum four times since arriving at six PM, four hours ago, and he was feeling the effects of so much fucking. "I don't know how you do it, Scott. I feel fucked raw." "I've learned to pace myself," I said. "I only orgasmed three times in the same space you did four. The first few days when everything was new, I was more like you. I probably would have only gone twice more if you weren't here pushing my slaves to new heights. Three or four times a day is what I shoot for now. Once in the morning and two or three more times at night."

Really' 'Yes now here is your schedule I want you here at 8am sharp everyday and you can knock off when I tell you to and if I want you to stay then you fucking stay and on weekends you are free unless I need you in the office so you better keep your phone close to you at all times, I drink coffee in the morning no sugar I want it black, now as for lunch I need my lunch at my table by 12 and it better be warm and you always buy my lunch at Cristy's and you always add something sweet doesn't matter what now am I clear'

Noah: It's lunch, and you're not here. Neither is Six... Oliver: Haven't seen you in two days and rumor has it you left. Is it true? Call me when you get this! Summer: You sly girl! Are you with Six? Wesley: Shagging up to your punching bag already? Eli: Say it isn't true! You're with Six? Cash: If he hurts you, just hit him with another textbook. Try the History one. That ought to leave a real mark. Dad: Pumpkin, are you ok? Vi said she

Chapter 6 Aster: third person's point of view. - He did not get a wink of sleep. Or even rest. At. All. Tossing and turning, sitting up, contemplating about his sudden life decisions and then start tossing and turning again isn't really resting, and now the sleepy Aster is definitely not in the mood to do anything heroic at the moment. Well, he barely does anything heroic anyway. For the nth time, he sat up and rubbed his face with his cold palms. Standing up groggily, he headed straight to the bathroom to wash off his morning breath and any stray saliva at the places other than his mouth. No one likes that.