Strike Three Novels & Stories

I heaved for air, whether to fuel or quell my anger, I didn't know. My eyes stung and it took everything in me to quiet the voices in my head, a mix of past hurts flooding me. Taking in a deep breath I clenched my fists to control my fury. “I don't know why the HELL I gave three strikes, but this is the second and LAST time Viktor, for breaking our deal.” I spoke in a hardened voice. “The last time both lost our heads for a moment and I pushed it away, but this? This is unforgivable.”

He looked like he was about to kill me, and that was what made the whole thing even funnier. "You won't be laughing when I decide to punish you because of this. I'll have to go back to being an animal with you after all. You're a naughty fucking girl and naughty girls have to... no, need to get punished. Three strikes. On the third strike, I'll take that ass, ready or not. This is your first strike." He warned me. Why were his words so hot? I was supposed to be fighting against those words, after all there was a thrill in defying the great Mob Boss. Only, in that moment, I could not help but think...

He has barely touched me and I am aroused and wet already. “I will give you three strikes. Use the Stoplight Method if it gets too much.” Wait What? “But why?” I ask in alarm. He brings his face near mine and whispers, “I asked you to wear only one piece of cloth, Sophie. So three strikes for three extra pieces. For making me wait. For being naughty. This is your punishment.” I tremble. Will it hurt? He moves away from me and rubs my ass with the crop. Smack! Smack! Smack!

I slide my foot forward quickly before kicking the side of his foot, I watch his leg split open quickly before throwing my arm out and wrapping my hand around his neck effectively cutting off his air supply. "You just died, again" I tell him in a sarcastic manner in his ear. I wrap my legs around his torso before pulling him down by his neck making him struggle for air as he thrashes in my arms. I let him go just before he passes out. I could feel the others wince from the side lines as they watched but don't comment or make a move to interfere. Sitting up, I roll my eyes as he struggle to suck air back into his lungs. I pat his back gently as he gets his breathing back in order. "Stand up,

"Victoria Mary Gard! Get your ass back here!" THE END

She barely owned a phone, and she hated technology, almost as much as I do. I take a deep breath, passing my hands through my hair, pulling my sweaty strands away from my eyes, and that’s when Aries applies a blow to my ribs that make me flinch. I shake my head and attack him. That’s it, no more distractions. I keep fighting him for about one hour, and by the end, I am lying on my back on the floor, taking deep breaths while the sweat from my body drips onto the floor.

He'd rarely seen me wear them, except on special occasions such as his birthday, the day he received an award, or the anniversary of our meeting. But I still wore ordinary or worn-out clothes on days that belonged only to me. Thinking of this, Terence suddenly felt something was off. He slapped himself hard. "Bastard!" Once wasn't enough. He slapped himself several more times. "Fucking bastard!" Suddenly, a wary female voice came from behind him. "Who are you? Get out of my friend's house right now!"

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

I wasn't that kind of girl. "Thirty strikes should help you remain in line," he stated casually. "If not, we'll do it again." Thirty? I wouldn't be able to take it, not after the twenty from before. Moaning, I heard the door opening again, the noise of the club filtering all around us, the shocked voices of the customers humiliating as hell. I couldn't believe he was doing this in a public place.

He was just dancing in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by girls. "What's your name?" 'You're new here." "Your handsomeness is driving me crazy." Yes, three girls were surrounding him, touching him all over. But no matter how hard they tried, he wouldn't give in. He smirked and grabbed all the glasses from the tray the man in front of him was holding. He downed them one after another - a total of three glasses. "Chill, Cas!" Caspien finally heard Arkin's voice. He was laughing, still clinging to the famous actress from earlier.