There was another bed opposite to mine and above it a gigantic poster of a hunky man. Thongs and bras lay scattered on the floor and the few books that were on a desk in the corner were covered in dust. Under the window stood an ashtray, the cigarette on it still burning. ...
Our feet are still moving, our hands still trembling as they feel each other’s waist. The music blaring through the speakers isn’t loud enough. I can still hear myself think. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to know that she’ll leave me and that I’ll probably never see her again. &...
I was trembling in the couch, unable to comprehend that I’d just been kidnapped and saved by Dominic. All because of some stupid drug deal. I couldn’t believe I got sucked into this. I took my lips off his and looked him straight in the eye. He seemed scared when I was abo...
by Clint Mansell Providence, Rhode Island – April 20th, 2013 Protection. What does it mean when we protect by hurting? Who benefits? No one. I wipe my hand across my face, blowing off some steam. With my back against the door, I ponder what just happened. I did s...
“So, do you have to go to work today, or … ?” he asked. “Because I don’t really know where you work.” “Oh, I didn’t tell you? I work at the Dame Chic Store, down town, but only late in the afternoon.” “Cool, so you can stay a little while longer,” h...
He asked me to wait in the hall, right in front of the bathroom, while we were both still naked. I knew we were out of the playroom, but I had trouble figuring out when he was still my master, and when he was just Dom. When he was done, he turned on the water in the bathtu...
Jaret says, handing me some coffee. “Thanks. For the coffee, I mean.” “What happened? I thought you had a trade, not a beating?” I snort. “They deserved the beating, not me.” “Well, then why did you get your ass whooped?” He laughs, but it’s not funny. Not even a little. “I didn’t get my ass whoo...
3 Copyright 2013 Clarissa Wild Torn by a choice between love and passion Jack’s heart has been lost ever since that terrible night. Now that I know what happened to him, I feel like I need to help him. I want to be there for him, but I know he’ll never forget. Is love really going to be eno...
They were very kind, albeit quiet. I guess Dominic didn’t like people speaking up to him unless he asked them something, even if they had a different contract with him. I sat down at a table with my laptop to write and boy, did I. Words came pouring out as if they’d been l...
I’m tired as hell, but I won’t give up now that I’m almost there. Hunter’s nose is bleeding, leaving bloodstains on the carpet as we go upstairs. I drag him to the bathroom closest to my room and set him down on the toilet. His face is covered in blood, and it doesn’t take long for the bathroom t...
Light coming in from the window is blinding me. It’s warm here, and I feel like I’m covered in a blanket, even though I know there is none. I wonder where I am. My back is killing me. It feels as though I’ve spent the night on a stretcher made of stone. I groan and try to move, but there’s someth...