by Mia Luxe
“Very good. Oh, this old place. It’s falling apart, just like me.”
I bite my lip, looking down at my folder that holds pages of questions, the most pertinent of them highlighted. “I think we have chance, Sister Margery.”
She shakes her head slowly. “Oh. Oh, you’re sweet, you know that? I know when it’s time.” She lets out a long, deep sigh, and smiles with pride at Jason, Caden and Ford.
“You three were my pride and joy. I’m so happy for you all. Now you’re big stars it’s time for you three to move forward. You made this place better, and God knows it – but you can’t save it. Ah, it’s time for my bath. I need to let these old bones soak.”
“It was nice meeting you,” I venture, and the three men say goodbye. She leaves us alone.
Ford lets out a long breath. “Oof. Strict, but fair.”
Caden shakes his hand, even though it was Jason who had his knuckles rapped. “I still remember that damn ruler.”
Jason continues to rub his knuckles. “I thought that was behind me. Jesus. She’s deceptively fast.”
I laugh. “I’ve never seen you three so nervous!”
“You’d be too if you grew up with her, watching over you like a hawk. I love the lady, but I won’t pretend it wasn’t tough,” says Ford, shaking his head.
“She doesn’t seem to think the orphanage can stay open.”
Jason shrugs. “Maybe it can, maybe it can’t. But we’ve got to do everything we can to keep this place running. Let’s get to work.”
I take a deep breath in, open my notes, and start the interview.
When I’m satisfied, I set down my notes with a long sigh. “We’re done.”
“Good. Jesus, you really put us through the wringer,” says Jason.
“I’ve never had an interview so thorough,” says Ford.
I nod. “Most of this won’t make it into the story. I’ve got to sort through and decide which parts are going to have the biggest emotional impact.”
“Well, if we’re all done, I promised a certain couple of kids they’d be allowed to see you.”
I bite my lip. “Bella?”
Caden just smiles and leaves. Two minutes later, Trevon run in with a little blond-haired boy I don’t recognize. Bella comes in afterwards, walking in slowly.
I stand and Trevon gives me a huge hug. “Jason said you’re going to help us stay open!”
“I’ll do everything I can,” I answer, and the little blond boy looks up at me. “I don’t know you! What’s your name?”
“I’m Bobby. I’m new here.”
“He’s my best friend,” says Trevon proudly.
Bella doesn’t say a word. “Bella! It’s good to see you.”
She looks up at me with eyes that are far too old for her face. “It’s good to see you too, Sierra. How did it go?”
I nod. “Very well. These three answered all the questions well. I can’t make any promises, but it should help. I’m also organizing a charity event with my roommate. I’m going to do everything I can to keep your home open.”
Bella sighs deeply. “Will it be enough?”
Trevon, Bobby and Sierra look up at me with eyes so hopeful that it breaks my heart. I search my feelings. I can’t lie to these children, but I don’t want them to be anxious and sad at what must be the most stressful thing they’ve ever faced. Poor Bobby, he just got here – and now he might be uprooted yet again.
I take a deep breath in, and feel confidence surging up. “Yes. I can’t promise anything, but I truly believe that by working together, we can succeed.”
Bella smiles, relieved.
“I drew you something!” Trevon hands me a piece of paper, excited. I unfold it. It’s just like the last picture he drew. The three Raven’s players with capes. Only this time there’s a fourth superhero.
Me.
My jaw drops. “This is too kind!”
Trevon shakes his head. “You can’t be too kind.”
Bobby nods. “It’s true.”
There’s a little smile on Bella’s face that makes me laugh. “Well, thank you, Trevon.”
“Sierra’s got a lot of work to do tonight,” says Ford.
“Okay,” says Trevon. I say goodbye to the three orphans, and when I close the door behind them a tear falls down my cheek.
“What if we can’t save this place? What happens then?”
Ford hugs me. “We’re going to do everything we can. Everything.”
16
Sierra
“Yes!” I scream, and Rebecca jumps up with me. We hug each other as the buzzer sounds on the TV. The Ravens just won their last game in the second round of playoffs. I wish I could watch in person, but we need to keep our cover up.
It’s strange. The thought of my father blackmailing the mayor is always at the back of my mind, but life keeps going on like nothing happened. I don’t know what to do with the information. Unless the journal suddenly appears, I won’t ever know what happened.
“That was a nail-biter,” says Rebecca, shaking her head.
I laugh. “They swept the series. They won four games in a row.”
Rebecca laughs. “I guess I’m not used to sports. That reminds me: I’d better get to bed. My charity stream is on tomorrow and if I’m going to stay up for three days straight, I need to get a good night’s sleep.”
“How did hockey remind you of that?”
Rebecca grins. “E-sports are sports too, you know.”
I shake my head. “You’re insane. You’re going to stay up for three whole days?”
Rebecca giggles. “It’s for charity!”
She leaves, closing the door to her room. I stand up and turn off the TV. The O Line didn’t do an interview. I turn the couch into my bed, wishing I could be sleeping in either Ford or Caden’s huge king-size bed, right next to their victorious body.
My phone rings.
I pick up. “Hello?”
“It’s Caden,” comes the deep voice. His voice makes a shudder go down my spine. The three of them have called me between practices, but they have a busy schedule – every moment dedicated to hockey.
“I watched you play. You were incredible.”
“I know. I’ve been watching you play, too.”
I bite my lip, confused. “What do you mean?”
“We took video of you when we had our little contest. Before every game I’ve been watching the video of me spanking your naughty little ass and making you cum in under a minute.”
A moan escapes my lips, and I bring my hand to my lips to stop it.
“How can you resist? Fuck the rules. Come meet me tonight. I’m going to make you scream.”
“I can’t. We can’t. We said we wouldn’t.”
“Check your email.”
I open up my laptop, shivering. I’ve got ten tabs on Google Chrome open to ten different stories about the mayor, who I’ve been researching diligently for any sign that he was every involved in any dirty dealings. I get a bad feeling when I see the stories, and I’m happy to click ‘x’ on each of them one by one, before finally checking my email.
There’s a new email from Caden. I open it, and see the video attachment. I look guility at Rebecca’s door. It’s shut, and her light is off.
I grab my headphones, plugging them in and putting one in my ear.
“Did you get the video?”
“I did,” I say, my voice trembling.
“Watch that and try to resist. I’m in the Main Hotel. Room 804. No one will know. I’ll give you what you’ve been craving.”
He hangs up.
Every night I’ve got to bed hot and bothered, and it’s Caden’s honeyed voice that burns in my mind. I dream of the three men every night, their big, muscled bodies slick against mine, and I always wake up sweaty and desperate the next morning.
I bite my lip, knowing that if I open the video that sticking to the rules is going to be nearly impossible.
I can’t resist. I open the video.
It starts with Jason. I turn the volume down, hearing myself moan on the camera as he makes me cum with his mouth. Then I watch as I kneel in front of Ford, wrapping my lips around his huge cock. I’ve never seen myself like this. In the moment, I know it must look slutty – but seeing myself on camera makes my nipples harden, and a desperate need build inside of me.
I look like a complete whore for these three men. I watch as I mount Ford’s head, and how he plays with my body as I serve his cock. I’m a bundle of pleasure and tension when the next scene begins.
It’s Caden.
He’s waiting in a hotel room, ready to do this to me again.
My hand slips between my legs as I listen to his dominant voice for the second time.
“Say it, slut. Tell me you want to get whipped.”
His words repeat in my mind, and I listen to myself begging to be punished. I’m so close, but I can’t cum. Unable to find relief, I shut my laptop, breathing raggedly.
I can’t help it.
I have to break the rules.
17
Caden
There’s a knock at my hotel door. I grin, knowing exactly who it is.
I knew she couldn’t resist.
I’ve been hard for the last hour, watching the video of Sierra submitting to me and imagining what I’ll do to her. She craves the punishment. She wants it, more than she even realizes. I run the flogger I bought up and down my thigh. I tested it out on my leg. It hurts – bad.
I stand, walking to the doorway and opening it. Sierra can barely meet my eyes. I can see the shame in her face. She succumbed to her needs.
“I knew you’d come,” I tell her, as she walks in. She’s wearing a coat, and as I pull it from her shoulders, I discover that underneath she’s wearing sweatpants and a shirt.
She didn’t waste a second coming here. She’s so fucking turned on she left the second after she watched that video.
Sierra looks up at me. “This… This is wrong. It’s not just that we’re breaking the rules. This… It doesn’t feel right, doing anything when Ford and Jason don’t know.”
I stare into her eyes, and she trembles and looks down. I can feel her submission. She’s hesitant, but she knows how badly she craves it.
“I told you on our first date. I don’t play fair. But I always win.”
I pull her close, hungrily kissing her, invading her mouth with my tongue. She puts her hands up to push me away, but I push her against the wall, breaking off the kiss and pinning her.
“Caden, this isn’t right,” she moans, and I slide my fingers against the waistband of her tight sweatpants. She trembles as my fingers graze against her skin, and I feel her goosebumps under my touch.
“It isn’t right. It’s wrong. You’re a naughty little slut and I’m going to punish you for breaking the rules,” I whisper in her ear, and the innocent moan that leaves her lips makes my cock surge. I slide my fingers down the front of her pants, under her thong and press them against her sopping cunt. She’s soaked. Dripping wet. Her body needs me utterly.
I’m going to play with her. I’m going to bring her so close to orgasm and make her beg for more punishment.
“I’m going to punish you, Sierra.”
18
Sierra
I’m going to punish you, Sierra.
His words flow through my mind, hypnotizing me. His huge body presses me against the wall, his hand pressing against my wetness. He doesn’t slip his finger in, and I know he’s simply enjoying the feel of my arousal. He bites my ear, nipping and kissing me again.
My resistance melts under his invading mouth. Images of Jason and Ford flash into my mind, but they disappear as I breathe in Caden’s intoxicating scent. His huge dick presses against me, grinding against my body. There’s no gentleness in his touch.
He breaks off the kiss, and I gasp for air as he steps back.
Then I see it.
On the bed, there’s some sort of whip. It’s short, with a handle and many short ropes extending from it.
“So, you’ve noticed my toy? You begged me to whip you. Tonight, you’re going to get just that.”
My jaw drops. “Caden, that looks deadly.”
He runs his fingers up my cheek. “It is going to hurt.”
My nipples peak, hardening to sensitive diamonds. “I don’t know if I can handle it.”
Caden stares at me. I search his eyes, and there’s no mercy. Only dominant, overpowering lust.
“I know exactly what you need. Look at you: You’re trembling. You made these rules for yourself: That you wouldn’t succumb to temptation in New York. Now you’re here. You couldn’t resist. Do you know what that makes you?”
I look down. Shame colors my cheeks red.
“It makes you my naughty little slut, who can’t control herself. That means I have to control you, since you obviously can’t be in charge of your own body. You’re soaking wet for me, my little toy. Strip and wait on the bed.”
I move past him, shaking – the truth of his words deepening my shame and need. I pull my clothes off for Caden as he watches. It isn’t like a striptease, where I would tantalize him. He knows he can have me however he wants. I simply pull my clothes off, knowing I can’t resist. I sit on the bed, trembling.
Caden stands in front of me. His cock is at my mouth level, and I stare at his hardness, unable to take my eyes off of him. He stands there, and I slowly look up. He puts his hand on the top of my head, forcing my gaze down to his cock. “No. You don’t get to look up. You keep your eyes down. Unzip.”
I reach forward, my hands shaking. It takes me three tries to unzip his pants. His cock pulses against the opening, and I reach forward, taking his huge dick out of his briefs. It bobs in front of me, and I shiver as I remember how wrong – yet so fucking good – it feels to have his cock in my ass.
“Wrap your lips around my cock,” he orders, and I instantly start sucking. His hands move to my nipples, and he gently takes them between his thumbs and index fingers. I wrap my lips around his cock, taking his huge head in my mouth. His fingers tease me, simply holding my desperate nipples, and giving me no deliberate pleasure from his touch.
I look up at him, and he instantly pinches my nipples, hard. Pain and pleasure shoots through me, and my whole body shudders. My mouth opens in shock, and he pushes his dick farther into my mouth. His fingers pinch harder, pulling my nipples cruelly.
“I told you not to look up. When you disobey me, you get punished,” he says, and finally releases my nipples. They’re tender and sore, but I ache for him to play with them again. His hand moves to the back of my head without asking, and he fists my hair at the roots, forcing me deeper onto his cock. I almost gag, but breathe in through my nose as I stare at his body. He takes control of me, rhythmically forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth.
My pussy aches for his touch. The realization shocks me. If I was with Jason or Ford, I’d be aching for them to cum in my throat – to give them pleasure. With Caden, I want him to pull his huge dick out of my mouth, grab my legs, and ram his cock into me hard before I can react.
He’s cruel… Merciless… Using me as his toy.
Fuck. Why does this feel so right?
Caden uses his other hand to pull his shirt up, and I moan as I stare at his abs – even as he continues to fuck my throat with his cock.
He puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me. I fall back, naked, onto the bed. “Look at you, you fucking slut. Your pussy is glistening.”
“Fuck me, Caden.”
He growls. “You don’t order me here. You don’t get a say. Hand me the flogger… With your teeth.”
I whimper, getting on my hands and knees, knowing he’s staring at my ass. The flogger is next to me, and I open my mouth, gripping it.
I have to turn around and offer the flogger to him like I’m a dog, bringing my master the newspaper. Instead of taking it, he simply watches me.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now, Sierra.
”
I can’t answer. My mouth is filled with the toy. I want to look up at him, but I know I’m not allowed to.
He takes the flogger from my mouth, and I gasp: “Please, Caden…”
“Turn around.”
I turn, shivering, and instinctively present myself to him. He runs the tendrils of the flogger against my skin, and a whimper leaves my mouth. The thin lengths of the whip tease my pussy, sensation flooding me.
“Beg for it. Beg me to punish you.”
I bite my lip, humiliation flooding me. “Please whip me,” I say, my voice meek and tiny.
The whip crashes down against my ass with a hiss and a thwack. Blooms of pain open up on the tender skin of my ass, a deep burn.
“Oh, fuck! That hurts!” I gasp out, tensing.
Caden doesn’t respond. He simply brings the flogger down again, harder, making me cry out in pain. Stinging needles of agony burst through me, and I feel tears come to my eyes. I’m about to tell Caden to stop when his hand slides between my legs.
“You’re soaking wet, Sierra. This is what you need,” he growls, rubbing his hand against my pussy. He slides two fat fingers in, curling them against my g spot and making me shudder as his thumb finds my clit.
“Oh, my God! Caden, that feels so good,” I moan, writhing under his touch.
The tendrils of the flogger rub against my right ass cheek as he uses the fingers of his left hand to send waves of lightning pleasure through me. I tense at the feeling of the flogger, my pussy gripping his fingers more tightly.
I crave more. I crave to be filled with the length of his huge cock. I’m slick with anticipation, eager for more.
“I’ll give you the choice, Sierra. I’ll make you cum with my fingers… and there will be no more punishment tonight. Or, I’ll fuck you until you scream out my name – while I flog your ass red.”
Caden talks slowly, heat burning in his voice. I know how on edge he is – how badly he wants to force his huge dick inside me. The thought of him fucking me roughly, at the same time he whips me cruelly, makes me gasp. His thumb circles on my clit. I bite my lip hard, my ass still aching from the whipping.
