For Love & Torture_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  If someone catches us, I know the man will be ruined.

  I put the apple between my teeth and bite it, holding it there to stop the sounds I want to make so badly.

  Thrusting into me, he holds me tight, fucking me in a way I’ve never been fucked before. To be honest, I’ve only done it in bed and had no idea how he was going to pull this off.

  He told me about his fantasy yesterday while I was in his office. When I told him I was game to try it, the smile he gave me sent chills through me.

  His eyes catch mine, and he holds my gaze as he fucks me harder. My body starts to quiver, my thighs are shaking as I come all over his fat cock. Then his eyes close as he gushes into me, his cock jerking as it lets out all of his juicy cum.

  We both cling to one another as our bodies go weak. I clench my teeth so hard, I bite through the apple, and it falls to the floor behind him. Chewing up the sweet fruit, I swallow it then try to catch my breath.

  Jason pulls out of me then leans over and picks up my white cotton panties and puts them on me. Then he does the same with my pants, and I slip my feet back into the slip-on sandals.

  Pushing his cock back into his jeans, he closes up his pants and smooths out his black t-shirt. I make sure my shirt is alright and get ready to go back out into the light of the funhouse.

  Before I try to squish my body back between the mirrors, his hand on my arm stops me. “Wait.”

  Looking back at him, I think he’s about to say something nice to me, and I don’t want some bullshit words to come out of his mouth. “Don’t. Don’t make me any false promises, Jason.”

  He shakes his head and puts his finger to his lips. Pulling me back with him, he leans up against the very back of the area, and we can see through a small crack.

  There’s a man back there, somewhere behind all the props. And he’s got his hands around a woman’s throat. She’s struggling and trying to reach a knife the man is wearing on his side.

  “Is he killing her?” I have to ask because they might be playing out some weird fetish themselves.

  “I think so.” He leans in closer, putting his eye right up to the small opening then he jerks back and grabs my hand. “Fuck! He saw me.”

  Before he’s able to pull me through the opening between the mirrors, the wall that was separating us from them is pushed down. I see it all then. The woman, dead on the floor, blood pooling around her head where he undoubtedly cut her throat.

  And now he’s got his knife ready to take us out too. It’s the man Jason gave the tickets too, I recognize him now. “You!”

  His knife swipes through the air just as Jason yanks me through the mirrors and we start running. The only way out is through the rest of the maze that is the funhouse.

  It doesn’t seem so fun anymore…

  Jason

  The floor is wavy and running over it proves nearly impossible. Dragging Penny along isn’t easy as she keeps tripping and nearly falling down, making me stop and catch her way too often.

  The sound of glass breaking sends a chill down my spine as I know that’s the killer breaking through the mirrors instead of taking the time to climb out from between them carefully.

  “Ha, ha, ha! I’m coming to get you…” the man shouts out at us. “You’re mine now. You filthy fornicators.”

  “Oh, God, Jason!” Penny shouts as she truly falls this time and I’m too late to catch her. Her hand slips out of mine, and she looks as if she’s going to just give up and lie there. “Go without me. I’m only slowing you down.”

  Grabbing her from underneath each arm, I heave her up. “On your feet and run. You’re not giving up.” I take off again, trying to search the next area we’re coming into. It’s dark, smells musty, and there are scary props that I know are about to pop out at us. “Don’t freak out, Penny.”

  A vampire, complete with bloody teeth, pops out first and sends Penny into a shrieking panic. “God! Oh, shit!”

  Pulling her along as she tries to turn back, I find it insane that I have to remind her exactly what’s waiting for us back that way. “There’s a man who wants us dead back there. Come on.”

  A bat flies over our heads, and she lets my hand go to swat at it. “Shit! It’s real!”

  “It’s not real,” I tell her as I grab her hand again. “Just duck.”

  We keep going, and something like a Bigfoot steps out of the shadows with a loud growl. “It’s him!” Penny cries out.

  “No, it’s just a prop.” I tug her as she’s frozen in place. “We have to get out of here, Penny. Ignore all this shit.”

  Just as we leave that area, something hairy runs against the back of my neck, and it freaks me out that he’s caught up to us. I find myself screaming, “Fuck! Get away from me!”

  Penny laughs a little. “It’s a fake hairy arm, Jason. That’s all.”

  The next thing we come into is a spinning tunnel, and I know Penny’s going to have a hell of a time with this thing. Boom! First step and flat on her back. “Shit! I’m never going to get across this thing. Just run, leave me.”

  Scooping her up, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her fireman style the rest of the way through the slow spinning tunnel. “I’ve got you.”

  “Seems you do,” she mumbles with her face is against my back.

  Once out of there, we’re on to the next fun thing, which isn’t proving to be fun at all, and a voice from behind us calls out, “I’m coming to get you. You’re dead now.”

  “Not yet, we aren’t.” I put Penny down and take her hand as I size up what we’re up against now. “Okay. You go first.” It’s a series of boxes that start big but get smaller and smaller. You have to crawl on your hands and knees. And I’m not real sure that Penny is okay with cramped spaces.

  “I’ll get stuck,” she whines. “I can’t do it. I can’t go in there.”

  “You have to. The alternative isn’t a thing you want to deal with. Just go. I’ll be behind you and push you through anything you might get stuck in. But I don’t think you’ll get stuck. I mean I saw lots of people with large bodies go through this thing. If they made it, so can you.” I push her gently but firmly to her knees and point straight ahead. “Get going.”

  The man calls out, “I’ll be seeing your blood on the blade of my knife soon, you filthy fornicators.”

  That spurs her on, and she starts crawling. “It’s so dark in here. Do you think there are spiders?”

  “I hope not.” I get on my hands and knees and follow her. The box is big enough it doesn’t bother me, but I know it does get tight at the end.

  God, I hope she doesn’t get stuck.

  “I’ve got you now, you hiding humpers,” an evil laugh follows his words, and I find Penny is moving faster.

  Thank God.

  “Ahhh! Shit!” she screams and stops.

  “Keep going, Penny. Stop freaking out.” I push her ass to keep her moving.

  “Stop! Jason, there’s something at the end. There are feet, and they’re just staying there. He’s on the other end. Back up!”

  I can’t see around her, but I don’t think he could’ve passed us up and gotten down there before we did. Or could he have?

  His voice comes from behind me. “Trapped, aren’t you, you secreting sexers?”

  “He’s back here. Whoever is up there, we can deal with. Keep going, Penny.” I push her again and she goes, albeit hesitantly.

  “You mean I’ll have to deal with whoever is up there. I am the first in line you know.”

  “If I could go around you and get in front, I would. I’ll be right behind you. You won’t have to deal with them long at all.” We keep moving, and I find she’s out and screaming her head off.

  One moment she’s there and then she’s not. I climb out, finding I’m all alone just outside the funhouse. “Penny!”

  A muffled response sends me off to the right. Someone caught her and pulled her back into the funhouse, but through the back. I find the loose panel and slip in. I’m back behind the p
rops and have to flatten my body up against the wall to move at all.

  Whoever has Penny won’t be able to get her moving nearly as fast as I can move. “Penny?”

  “Jason,” comes her scream. “She has me!”

  She?

  I hear the sound of the metal panel as it slaps closed again and then the man who’s stalking us says, “Back for more, I see. You’ve lost your fuck-buddy. Do you miss her?”

  “Shut up!” I scream as I’m growing tired of this game of cat and mouse.

  Maybe it’s time to face this lunatic and deal with him. I know how to fight. I was in boxing for a year in college. I can knock the knife out of his hand and beat the freak up.

  “Jason, hurry. She’s going to kill me!” Penny screams, and my plan is quickly put away.

  I have to get to her.

  Moving forward, I strain to see anything ahead of me and can only see the tight space between the thin walls of the props and the trailer they’re built in. Then I catch a glimpse of her dark hair and reach out, almost touching it before she’s jerked away again.

  The sounds of feet running on a metal floor meet my ears, but the cramped area finally opens up and I see Penny. Some woman is on the ground, knocked out.

  Penny runs to me, wrapping her arms around me. “I hit her.”

  We’re free now. Out in the open. But people are gathering to look at the woman Penny hit. “Run.”

  I take her hand and pull her along as I run for the parking lot. The way that looked back there might have police coming to see what happened, and that means there might be a trip down to the station for Penny. I just don’t need that.

  “Stop them!” I hear the deranged killer shout. Then there’s the pounding of feet as a bunch of people take off after us.

  “This is the craziest shit I’ve ever been a part of, Jason,” Penny shouts as we turn up the speed.

  I dig into my pocket for my car keys to be ready to get in it and haul ass out of this crazy place. We’re getting closer to the parking lot, and I can nearly smell freedom in the air. “Almost there, baby!”

  “Don’t let them get away!” the man yells.

  I hit the button on the fob to start the car remotely. I slide over the hood to get to the driver’s side and hit the unlock button. “Get in!”

  Penny gets in and so do I. Three men jump onto the hood of my car, and I throw it into reverse, speeding backward then stomping on the break.

  One falls off, but two remain. Both are clutching the edge of the hood, near the windshield wipers, so I press the button that sends water out and the wipers going as I drive in a circle to spin them off.

  “Oh, shit, Jason!” Penny shouts as she tries to put her seatbelt on.

  I reverse the spin, and the other two finally fall off. Gunning it, I speed out of the parking lot. In the dust I’ve left behind me, I see the crazy man running out of it, waving his knife in the air.

  He lost his prey this time!

  Penny’s face is bright red as she tries to catch her breath then reaches over to turn the air conditioner all the way up. “Fuck, Jason!”

  “That was intense.” I turn onto the main road and turn on my headlights as I race down the road to get as far away from that damn carnival as I can.

  “Should we go to the police?” she asks as she fans herself.

  “And tell them what, Penny?” I shake my head. “We’ll have to come clean about what we were doing in there if we do that.”

  “But that woman,” she argues.

  “We can’t help her now.”

  Turning a corner, I find the full moon is right there, hanging like a giant orange ball in the dark sky. Penny shivers and runs her hands up and down her arms. “I totally forgot what tonight is. It used to be one of my favorite holidays. I used to love to sit and watch scary movies with my mom. Before she died, that is.”

  With a smile, I pull to the side of the road and stop. She looks at me with wide eyes as I pull her to me and kiss her sweet lips. “I overheard you telling one of our co-workers about that very subject. So I thought I’d make our first time very memorable. Happy Halloween, baby.”

  The look in her eyes tells me she’s unsure if that was all real or not. That’s the thing about scary Halloween stories, one never knows.

  Ha,ha,ha…The End

  The Billionaire Bad Boy Club Extra Halloween Short Story

  By Michelle Love

  Billionaire Bad Boy Club Short Story

  It was the trip that was meant to reconnect us, not take us to Hell and back…

  I had a hunger for my wife and found what I thought was the best place to appease that hunger.

  Right from the moment we arrived at the secluded cabin, the passion hit us both.

  Shackles and chains, cuffs and whips, we were ready for one hell of a hot weekend.

  Her body seemed to be on fire for me. I was going to bend her so far, she’d nearly break for me.

  But then things began to happen. Things neither of us knew were possible.

  One weekend of passion turned into a nightmare that wouldn’t seem to end…

  Chapter 1

  Nicholai

  Rolling through the Catskill Mountains, I turn my head to glance at Natasha. No matter how long we’ve been married, just the sight of her never ceases to stir me.

  The fall weather has transformed the green trees into a spectacle of vibrant colors. She turns her head away from the window to look at me. Her hand slips into mine, holding it as it rests on the console between us. “This was a great idea. Coming on a trip, just the two of us.”

  “Thank you. I thought we could use some alone time. And what better time than the weekend of Halloween. The kids are with their grandparents, and we get time alone. A win-win.” I pick our clasped hands up and kiss hers. “The remote cabin I rented us should make a pretty romantic setting. A nice fire in the fireplace, a comfy bed smack in the middle of the room. Sound interesting to you, baby?”

  Her smile is sly as her eyes dance. “More than interesting. Can I count on having a little rough stuff from you this weekend?”

  “Your ass will be delightfully sore for a week.” I wink at her as if I’m joking. But I’m wickedly serious.

  A train full of people taking in the gorgeous scenery moves alongside us. A couple of kids wave at us and Natasha waves right back. “How cute are they. Oh, I miss…”

  “No talking about the kids this weekend. Don’t you remember I made that rule just before we left home?” I remind her. I want this to be about us and only us, this weekend. I want us to reconnect.

  With a family, it seems a couple can get lost in the shuffle at times. And it’s my job to make sure this couple doesn’t lose sight of each other. We are the ones who started it all. It is us who are the most important people in our family. The heads, the keepers of the peace, and the providers of everything our little cherubs need.

  If Mommy and Daddy aren’t happy, no one can be happy. And I’ve felt a bit left out by my wife of late. Not that she’s meant to do it. I know she hasn’t. But the kids and their school, along with all the other things she has to do, have gotten in our way a bit. Hence the need for a weekend alone.

  Pulling onto the dirt road that’ll take us to the cabin, I find her looking at me with surprise. “You really did mean remote.”

  “I did. I had the house stocked already with everything we’ll need for our little getaway.” I earn a smile for my forethought. I’m taking the weight off her shoulders for only a couple of days, but I can see she needed that weight lifted, desperately.

  “I hope you’ve made sure there are copious amounts of red wine, Nicholai.” She leans her head back on the headrest and looks out the window. “I just want to unplug and lose myself in you for a little while.”

  My cock stirs with her words. There is nothing I want more than for that to happen. I want her to let herself go. Let me take over. The way I love to.

  I pull to a stop right in front of the one-room cabin. It’s qua
int, charming, and cozy looking. Her hand goes to the door handle, and I stop her, taking her by the arm. “Wait. I want to start this out right.” She looks at me with questioning eyes as I pull something out of my pocket. Pushing her long blonde hair away from the back of her neck, I put a stamp on her skin, marking her. “For the next forty-eight hours you’re mine to do with what I want. You’ve been branded, baby.”

  Her eyes level on mine, the determination in them only sparking the fire that’s already begun inside me. “I hope you’ll be easy with me.”

  “Not a chance in hell.” I get out of the car and come around to open her door. Grabbing her, I put her over my shoulder and carry her into the cabin, caveman style.

  When I place her back on her feet, she gives me a little smile before looking around the room. Pointing at the fluffy pink cuffs that adorn the headboard of the queen size bed that sits in the middle of the room, she asks, “Are those for you or me?”

  “You,” I answer her quickly then point across the room to get her to look at the shackles on the stone walls. “And those are for you too.”

  Sliding my hands around her waist, I feel the chill that runs through her body, making it shake just a bit.

  Good, I like it when she’s just a bit afraid.

  On a small table near the shackles, there are assorted things to make it even more fun. A dark blue silk blindfold, a heated vibrating dildo, and a flogger.

  She turns in my arms, looking at me, caressing my bearded cheek. “So I will be your only form of entertainment for the next couple of days, huh?”

  “You will.” I run my hand through her silky hair and rest my palm on the back of her neck, relishing the fact I have put my brand on her once again. “Now I want you to strip for me then I’ll wrap your sexy body up in some linen straps that will only enhance your beautiful curves, and we can begin our fun.”

  Letting her go, I back up and sit on the bed. I’ve been thinking about this since I woke up this morning. Making my wife strip for me.