We get in and I remind Marc to meet in the room in half an hour. I walk to my room and quickly get changed. I then place little things around the house to make D think he has found me when in fact he hasn’t. Some of the clues lead him to a trap. Or an item I want him to use.Half an hour later I’m in the room and Marc walks in.“If he doesn’t find you quickly, you might want to scream and be saved.” He chuckles and fastens my arms up. “Are you sure you want to do this? You’re giving him an invitation to play in a way he craves.” He is worried.“I’m sure Marc, thank you.” I smile and watch him walk out. I keep my eyes on the clock, it should take five minutes if he gets the hints quick enough. I listen to the music I had put on, the music playlist that D made. All the songs are about sex, masochists, pain and blood.Fifteen minutes later the door opens and he stands looking confused as fuck which is sweet. His hands have hold of all the items he collected on his journey to find me.“Li
I am nervous for today, Cal and D left early to get work done. Partly because I asked for the house to be empty, but partly because they had work to do as well. Cooking breakfast I leave it on the hot plates and carry through her coffee.Placing it on the side, I lean over and kiss her gently, watching as she stirs and awakens. She smiles at me and looks next to her confused.“D and Cal left to sort out work. Today you’re all mine, so I brought you coffee.”She wraps her arms around my neck pulling me to her, her legs wrapping around my body and I laugh as she begins stripping me. I don’t stop her, I just watch her in amazement as she gets us both naked alone without any help from me.She moves, pushing me over so she is straddling me. I don’t stop her, I let her take control. My eyes are on her body as she moves, lowering herself on my length. Her hips roll against me. My hands move up and grasp her hips lightly. I didn’t want to control this, so I don’t hold her tight. I keep my eye
I woke up and let Daisy sleep through the morning. We don’t need to be out so early and after staying up until early morning with D and then getting up a few hours later with Marc she needed sleep, so I let her.After having dinner we set off, and she sits quietly, the same awkwardness grows. I know it’s caused by me pushing her out, and hurting her. She still isn’t the same woman from the start who sat and talked to me at night.I need to give her a chance to realise I made mistakes but don’t plan to leave her again. I stop outside a building and we walk in together. It’s an underground poker club. It has a story though, I get her a drink, and we sit playing and she is good. I thought that time at the Casino was beginner's luck as D suspected. Only it isn’t, somehow she wins, and I don’t know how.Three hours later I pull her through to the small restaurant attached and we sit to eat, her eyes are on me and she is confused.“This place was the first business that my dad bought in thi
I wake up with the sun bright. Groaning I cover my face to hide from it and hear Cal chuckle.“The downside, while at night it is dark, and only the stars can be seen. It’s beautiful and peaceful, but mornings, well as soon as the son wakes up you have to.” He pulls me to him.“Thank you, Cal.” I kiss him and cuddle closer. He’s right, it’s far too early but it’s too bright now the sun is up. “So, what is the plan for today?” The last few days have been weird, and I have found myself missing them, I see one of them and then I don’t see them for two days. It feels weird.“Home, and live our life.”“You say that like it is simple Cal.”“It is, we have each other. That is all that matters puddin. Me, you and them. Come on, let’s go.” He gets up and drags me up with him, leaving me with no choice but to listen. I don’t mind though. I missed D, it’s been two days since I saw him.It feels weird, it's been one day since I saw Mac but even that it feels wrong. I stay quiet as he drives us b
It has been five months. Things calmed down a lot and we moved into the new house and the longer I was there the more I realised they were right. At their place I didn’t feel comfortable, I never felt like it was mine.It meant I hid away, I avoided rooms. The new house is different, I no longer worry or question if I should walk into the office, I no longer worry about going into any of the rooms.Standing I smile at myself in the mirror. They are fucking crazy. Apparently, I keep putting off agreeing to marry them, so this morning, D woke me up and told me to get ready. As I was about to grab clothes after showering he handed me a garment bag.I laughed hard when I opened it and saw the dress. His only response was no more hiding or delaying it. So, I guess today we get married. Which fucked up my plans, again! All week I have been trying to get them sat together, but they have constantly been in and out.Yesterday D travelled to Wolverson City which delayed my plan another day. Tod
I should be happy, but how can I be? I am barely twelve and have been forced into this new life of mine. No, that is wrong, this isn't my life, it is theirs. They have the right to use me however they wish, apparently, though I am not good enough for my parents, and I cost too much. Even doing all the chores around the house and working every day. All the money I earn goes to them. I guess I don't earn the money. They earn it from renting me out.I listen to their words, my ear pressed against the door, but it simply mumbles. My parents warned me a week ago, that they can't afford to keep me, even with me working and giving them every penny. Not that I have a choice however when it goes straight to their bank."Ten thousand." That I heard, is that really how little they see my worth? I hear them agree, moving I step back and sit on the small mattress. I want to say this will be good. Maybe this woman will be nice, won't use me like my parents did? Then again, they will want me to e
Within a few months I had settled into my new life, every now and then I made mistakes and wouldn't get to eat. I was still known as Mutt, however. Which Mrs. Jones and everyone reminded me daily that it was my fault. If I didn't keep arguing and saying my name, I wouldn't be called Mutt any longer. Closing the door I relax. It is nearly midnight. Cleaning today took longer. James, Mrs Jones' son had friends around, so my usual cleaning routine took far longer than it normally would. Sitting in my small cell, I take out the pencil and paper. It is the only thing I have. Drawing a cake with candles, I wish myself a happy birthday before rubbing out the image. I learnt quickly, that paper is sacred. I am given maybe five sheets a month, some months less. So after using a piece of paper, I would rub out the pencil to reuse it. My mind can't help but wonder what my parents are doing. Are they sitting there wishing me a happy birthday? Do they even remember it is my birthday? They
I had thought Mrs Jones was bad. I soon found out just how wrong I was. Dean is the devil, literally. If I could go back to Mrs Jones, I would have my bags packed and ready. Or rather bag. Dean and his gambling problem cause drama for everyone. We have moved cities three times since I was sold to him. He gambles, raising his debt to others in the city then makes us all run and hide. This new city will be the same as the last ones. My role will be the same. I am used to the clubs now, I am used to my roles within them. I am used to the show now. I’m Twenty-eight and know the way to get men to pay extra, to pick me before the other women. It’s the starting point I hate. I hate it more that this is a new city, somewhere I have never been. I knew the men where we were, but apparently, this city had more money. It is a clean city, in the sense no one knows Dean and he owes no one anything. I stand next to the other women, and I can feel Dean’s eyes on me from the corner of the room.