by CY Jones
Sorry, I couldn’t get back to you sooner, I have been swamped at work. I have big things in the works, and it’s taking up a lot of my time. I wish I could tell you more, but I’ll keep it secret until I see how it goes. What about you? How was your first day back at work? I hope your ex gave you space. I know from experience that seeing you walk away is torture, but lucky for me, I have no intentions of letting you go for long. I’m way too selfish and love you far too much to give you up easily. I plan on making you happy for a very long time until you give me the boot and tell me you don’t love me anymore, and even then, I probably still won’t leave, and you’ll have to have the police haul me away.
I promised you I’d always be honest with you, so don’t be surprised by what you read. Right now, I’m in my office, wishing you were here. I’ve just finished with a client, a socialite who’s way too verbal for my liking. I had to tell her more than once that I’m involved with someone. Does that make you jealous? I hope it does. I’ve been jealous of everyone who gets to see your gorgeous face while I’m stuck here. Tonight, I’m going to jerk off thinking about that tight pussy of yours wrapped around my dick and the glorious sound of your voice screaming my name. I believe it’s my favorite sound in this world. You can have all the chocolate chip cookies in the world. I want to eat that honey cunt of yours. Save it for me. I want it dripping and ready for me the next time I see you.
I love you,
Not So Broken Man
I want to fall back into despair, but his words have me dripping with need. I want him, and it isn’t fair. He signed off, not so broken man. Me, agreeing to be his pen pal and being open to seeing where this goes has healed him some. He promised to be open and truthful with me, yet I can’t do the same. If I told him what happened… what’s still happening... fucking Turd. Even Hell is too good of a place for you. All this time, I was worried about Justin and his addiction when I should have been worried about you. I should have read between the lines of your insanity and been more alert.
I read Justin’s letter again, committing it to memory. Damn right I’m jealous. I don’t want some stuck up, snotty brat spending Daddy’s money hitting on my man. “Is he our man?” Sophia asks in a low voice.
“Damn straight he is. I refuse to give him up. I can’t tell him about The Turd, but I won’t give him up either.”
“You’re playing with fire,” Gloria comments.
“I thought you liked fire,” I smile, and I can feel her smiling back.
Airing on the side of caution, I open a password protected file and reroute anything from Justin’s IRL to go there. If anything, the dilemma I’m in has taught me there’s no such thing as being too careful. I want to reply to Justin, but what do I say? Hi, everything is fine except I’m being blackmailed into marrying my ex? He’ll be furious, and just like his letter said, he will not give up on me easily. Christmas is only two short months away. I should enjoy the time I have with Justin. I have no doubt these letters will become my lifeline. My only happiness in a world of turmoil.
Dear Not So Broken Man
I love you. I love you more than the moon and the sky, more than Doug and an endless supply of chocolate chip cookies. I gave you my heart, so protect it. It may be cracked and damaged, glued together by dreams and fantasy, but it’s still worth something to me.
Love,
Temporarily Damaged
Not a long letter, but it does tell him exactly how I feel. I refuse to lie to him, so I’ll leave it at that. Checking the time on my watch, I give it the evil eye when I see I don’t have much time to get ready before meeting The Turd. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate it if I showed up in sweats or the now wrinkled clothes I wore to work.
Despite being short on time, I take a long, blazing hot shower until my skin is red and sweltering. I need the shock to help propel me forward. It doesn’t take a genius to guess how The Turd is expecting me to thank him after dinner. I want to throw up just thinking about it. The thought of him touching me again under these circumstances makes me sick. I got you, Shelly whispers in my ear.
I’m sure you do. Maybe too well. Maybe if I didn’t let you take control, I wouldn’t have looked like I desired what was happening to me. Someone would have seen the disgust I was feeling.
Don’t go there, Sophia says in a demanding voice, far different than her normal logical self. We did what all mankind does, survived. If it were only you there that day, we would have fallen into a pit of despair too deep to crawl out of. Your guilt would have weighed us down more than it’s doing now. Be strong and survive for him.
I don’t need to ask who ‘him' is. I know she means Justin, and she's right. This planet was built on Darwin’s theory, survival of the fittest. Only those who can adapt and change to fit their environment will truly survive. Shelly adapted for us, giving the predator after us what it wanted. I didn’t lose that day; I survived. I’m here still, fighting, and as long as I’m still me, I’ll find a way out of this and win The Turd’s sick little game.
He’s waiting on me, dressed to the nines at a private table in the back. When he sees me walking behind the hostess, he stands, straightening his designer electric blue suit jacket. It’s tailored to perfection, fitting his trim body perfectly. The color is a bold statement and it pays tribute to his strength, bringing out the blue in his eyes. It makes me wonder how someone so attractive on the outside can be so ugly on the inside.
“Brooklyn, you look ravishing,” he comments, kissing my hand. I can feel his smile as his lips brush my ring finger and the ostentatious diamond. I didn’t think he’d appreciate me flushing his ring down the toilet. Actually, the only reason I didn’t go through with it is because I’d rather not clog up the pipes to Chaz’s place with a stone worth more than most people’s houses.
I let him pull my chair out, before sitting, folding the gauze of my wrap-around dress out the way. As soon as I’m settled, the hostess lays a menu in front of me with a wishful smile on her face that makes me want to take her in the back and whisper he’s no prince charming.
“Did you run into a lot of traffic getting here?” he asks to make conversation.
“I took the subway,” I reply, shrugging.
“In that dress?” he asks shocked with wide eyes.
“Yeah, so?” Like him, my dress is designer. It’s understated on the top, wrapping around my neck until mid-thigh where it turns into sheer gauze to the floor. On my feet are Jimmy Coos and I’m carrying a matching clutch. Not to mention the flawless ten-carat diamond ring on my finger. Sure, I'm a mugger’s dream, but the biggest threat to me is the asshole across the table.
“You need to take better care of yourself. I’d hate it if something were to happen to you. I’ll arrange for my car service to drive you from for now on.”
“No need. I can take care of myself,” I tell him, waving off his offer. The last thing I need is one of his spies driving me around town nor do I want him to know where I’m staying.
“Brooklyn, be reasonable,” he objects, but I stay firm.
“You said I have 'till Christmas to come to terms with our relationship, and I plan on using every bit of that time until I say I do.” My voice is hard, portraying exactly how I feel. I’ll never come to terms with this.
“Fine be stubborn, but the offer stands. As soon as you’re done roughing it, let me know.”
I roll my eyes at that. When did he turn into such a snob? Has he always been that way? “I’m hardly roughing it, Drew.” I’m pleased I didn’t call him a turd since the name is prominent in my brain.
I get a brief break when the waiter steps up and The Turd orders for both of us, including a very expensive bottle of Chateau Lafite. Not that anything here is cheap. The Turd may have said this is our favorite restaurant, but it’s actually his. I just agreed to make him happy. Now, I wish I had said something.
“What’s the special occasion? I know it’s not our engagement since technically we’ve been engaged for a couple years now.”
“My promotion. You were gone when it happened. You’re the only one I wanted to celebrate with.”
“Ahh, you mean the promotion you got off my hard work or was it Daddy handing down the reins?” I mock.
“Brooklyn,” he growls, sounding like an animal and his eyes light up just like one, as they reflect off the lighting hitting his glasses. “What did I tell you about that smart mouth of yours? I warned you earlier I won’t tolerate it any longer.”
“Oh, forgive me, I forgot,” I reply in a tone dripping in sarcasm. Two challengers have thrown their gauntlet in the ring. I wonder which one of us will survive.
I’m shocked when he sits back in his chair with a wide smile on his pretty face that makes him look sinister, and my heart races as my body switches to fight or flight mode. “You’ll pay for your defiance tonight, love. If I were you, I’d put a gag on your troublesome personalities. They seem to get you in so much trouble.”
I grit my teeth, annoyed. I hate that I told him so much about myself. How, despite being a douchebag, he knows me so well. He never faked being with me. He paid attention when we talked. Before recent events, I thought he was my other half. The perfect man for me, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong, and now, I’m paying for that mistake.
I swear dinner takes forever with the million courses. When it’s time for dessert, I decline mine ready to get this night over with. I’ll go back to the condo with him, Shelly will take over, and I can leave and go back and bury my head in the sand until the feeling of his body goes away. Easy peasy.
“Are you in a rush to get back? You never turn down dessert,” he asks and at first, I thought he read my mind and heard my plan until I spy the look in his eyes behind the glass frames. He’s aroused. Probably thinking I really am in a rush to get back and fuck him.
“Not really. I just don’t have much of a sweet tooth, and I’m tired. I must still be on West Coast time,” I lie easily.
“Must be. I heard you went home early today. I hope everything is alright.”
“I’m fine.” Like the bastard didn’t know why I left.
After taking care of the check, he helps me up, threading my arm through his as we walk toward the front. People turn their heads to take us in, believing the lie. We look like the perfect couple, an illusion to hide the truth. What would they say if they knew what was really going on? That with each step I take, my resolve to slit his throat strengths. That I’m dying inside and if I do not find a way out of this, nothing will be left but a pretty shell, cracked and broken.
10
Sex Kitten Shelly
I’m quiet all the way home, his home. I refuse to call this place mine any longer. It’s the venue of where my nightmare first started. Instead of drawing dicks on the counter, I should have been burning this place to the ground. I told you so, Gloria gloats.
“Are you thirsty?” The Turd asks as I look around.
“No, I’m fine,” I answer. Nodding, he pops a little blue pill in his mouth before downing it with half a bottle of water. Viagra, huh? I guess he’s planning on making this a long night. Don’t let the commercials fool you. Viagra isn’t just for old people who can’t get it up without assistance. It’s a great tool if you want to be able to cum multiple times and still stay hard.
He had the place cleaned since my mad dash and go. The light wood floors are polished to perfection, the kitchen as well, sparkling like a Mr. Clean commercial. The scuff mark on the wall from my suitcase is gone and the living room no longer looked like a tornado hit it. As I check the place out, I’m also looking for any hidden cameras, blinking lights or anything that might be a clue that I’m being watched.
“What are you looking for?” he asks, coming up behind me and pulling me into his warm body. His soft lips kiss my neck sweetly, and I shiver from his touch.
“Cameras. Never know when one is being filmed to be used for blackmail later.” I keep the venom in my voice. I don’t care about the consequences. My words are laced with truth and my distaste for his previous nefarious methods.
“I’ll let you have a pass since I deserved that, but only this once. You don’t have to worry about any more cameras. I took it out,” he says, tilting his head at the wall next to the bookcase.
Shaking out of his embrace, I go and check for myself. He has more than proven he can’t be trusted. I don’t find anything except a hole small enough to fit my pointer finger. Whatever was once in it is gone now.
“Happy now?” he questions.
“I don’t know. Is there any more?” I volley.
“Didn’t I just tell you there aren't?” he growls.
“You did, but I don’t know if I can take you at your word, after what you did. You broke my trust, Drew.”
My words are cut off as his lips attack mine. My mind stills and Shelly switches over, burying Brooklyn in the deepest corner of our mind to keep me safe. Sophia is here in the dark with me, and she wraps me in her comfort. People with multiple personalities are the lucky ones. No matter what, they will always have someone there for them.
The Turd’s hands are just as persistent as his kiss and soon, he has me naked before him. Pulling his tie off, he uses it to bind my arms in front of me. I’m cold and my body shivers from the air as well as the dark look in his bright blue eyes, and I meet his challenge head-on, so he knows just who he’s dealing with. Brooklyn is safely hidden away. I’m here now and nothing is too kinky for me to handle.
“Shelly,” he grumbles, pleased. “Out of all of her personalities, you are my favorite. One day, I’m going to fucking break you and when I do, it will be glorious.”
"Bring it on, pretty boy, I can handle anything you dish out,” I challenge.
“I’m counting on it,” he replies before leading me to the bedroom and pushing me on my back on the bed. I bounce on the firm mattress with our hands still bound together.
“Keep your hands above your head. I wouldn’t want you touching yourself before I’m ready.”
I don’t know who is crazier, him or us? There are five of us, yes, but he never doubted our word when Brooklyn told him about her different personalities. Brooklyn literally talks to herself, and he converses with the other voices in her head like it’s normal. You’d think we’d be two crazy peas in a pod and get on well together, but he suffers from being born with a penis. The peen makes you do stupid things.
I comply with his demand, raising our arms above our head. In this position, it pushes our tits up nicely and you can clearly see the hard nubs of our dark nipples.
“Did you like my little show?” I taunt, referring to the video.
Shrugging off his jacket, he looks over at us with blazing blue eyes. Yes, he enjoyed it. I bet he jacked off to it multiple times.
“I did,” he answers with a hoarse voice.
He undresses deliberately slow. Fascinated, I watch as he undoes his silver cufflinks and the slow stretch as he unbuttons each of the tiny buttons on his dress shirt. This is all a game to him. He wants to see how much I can take, trying his best to crack me. Kudos for the effort, but I’m made of tougher stuff than that. I’ve studied all the different ways of sex, but I’d be lying if I said he didn’t affect me. The Turd has a nice body, and he’s pretty to look at. Just because he’s a douche doesn’t mean he isn’t good in bed. He’s great at fucking and knows just how to wield the equipment he was blessed with. My thighs rub together in anticipation, and I clench myself in an erotic rhythm. I’m dripping on the comforter, more than ready for him to do his worst. When he’s gloriously naked and starts to pump his cock in front of me, I lick my lips at the sight of his swollen head.
I’m not Brooklyn, I do not need to picture someone else to get off, but I do feel bad. Her emotions are a part of me if I want them or not, but I stay steady, keeping my eyes on the prize. She needs me to get through this. Whatever betrayal she feels because of Justin needs to be hidden away with her. Or we can cut his dick off, fuck it Nancy offers with Gloria in tow, nodding ent
husiastically.
We’re not going to jail because of you bitches. Prison guards are not hot, I lecture. How many times have we had this conversation? Too many to count with those two.
Boo, you’re no fun. How come we’re never allowed to take over? Gloria whines.
If you want to fuck him, have at it, I offer.
Nevermind, she declines quickly, fading in the background.
If you need me, you know where to find me,” Nancy offers before following her. Generous offer, but I got this. Sex, I can handle. All the other heavy shit I leave to them.
“Where to start?” he hums, still pumping himself. His movement is almost hypnotic and I give him points for playing on my need to fuck.
His hands land on our hips, and he turns us so that we’re on our knees with our ass sticking out. Our hands are still bound, lying in front of us, and we prop ourselves up on our elbows, which pushes our ass out further.
“I owe you a punishment. I told you at work you’ll pay for that smart mouth of yours. I wish Brooklyn was the one taking it, but you’ll do, Shelly.”
I hear something scrape against the dresser. I was so focused on him that I did not pay much attention to my surroundings. Beginner’s mistake. Something sings through the air before landing on our asscheek in a sharp sting. “Fuck,” I growl. A fucking crop. Is he serious? Does he even know how to use that thing?
“Language,” he warns before striking us again.
Normally, a Dom would rub the pain away and establish safe words, but not this newbie. He’s being driven by the need to break me, not to follow any of the rules. He strikes me ten times before finally putting the crop down and kissing the hurt away. His soft lips caress our heated ass as his hand reaches around my body to grope our tits. When his mouth descends on our swollen pussy from behind, I cry out, aroused. It’s a backwards way of going about it, but damn it, he got the result he wanted. I’m beyond aroused now, crazed with the need to chase down this building ache between our thighs and get off. I want him to enter us with his hard cock and put me out of my misery.
