Brash

by Sophie Stern

  It hurt.

  By the time he stopped, tears were streaming down her cheeks and she wondered again if she had made the right choice. Maybe she should walk out right now and just tell Peterson the truth. He had required all of his students to sign a drop slip at the beginning of the semester. If they misbehaved in class, he would fill it out and they would immediately be withdrawn from his class.

  Peterson treated his students like infants.

  Allison hated that.

  Not that what Mr. Smith was doing was any better. He was treating her like a bad, naughty little girl, but somehow, this felt different.

  She knew what he was doing wasn’t out of spite. Okay, so he’d threatened to turn her in if she refused her punishment, but she’d much rather deal with this type of punishment than face losing her progress on her degree.

  Mr. Smith rubbed her very sore bottom and murmured a few soothing words. Then Allison heard the tearing of a foil packet. She knew that sound.

  “Mr. Smith?” She asked tentatively.

  “Yes, Allison?”

  “I…I’ve never done this part before.”

  “I know.”

  “Are you…”

  “Am I what, Allison?”

  “Are you going to be gentle, Mr. Smith?” She whispered the words, horrified that he might say no.

  Terrified that he might say no.

  “If I was gentle with you, Allison, then this wouldn’t be a punishment, now would it?”

  “No, Mr. Smith.” She supposed it wouldn’t. Allison hated the way her pussy creamed when he told her he was going to be hard on her, rough with her. She hated knowing how much it was going to hurt, but that she’d take the pain for him. She’d do whatever he asked just as long as he didn’t tell Peterson what she’d done and that he didn’t stop touching her.

  His hands on her body felt good. Even though her skin was still on fire and it still stung, Allison liked the way Mr. Smith’s hands were running up and down her spine, then back down to cup her bottom.

  She’d never had anyone pay this much attention to her body before and she rather liked it.

  “What do you like about dirty stories, Allison?” Mr. Smith’s question surprised her, and she hesitated a moment before she answered.

  “I like the humiliation,” she finally whispered.

  “Explain yourself.”

  “I like when the girl is embarrassed by what happens, but when her Dominant, or her boyfriend, or whoever, does what he wants, anyway.”

  “You like it when the woman’s choices are taken away?”

  “Yes, as long as it’s for her own good.” She liked submissives. She liked reading about their relationships with their Doms. She liked domestic discipline and teasing and orgasm denial and all sorts of other things she wasn’t supposed to like.

  Did that make her a freak?

  Allison sometimes thought that it did. The world she lived in seemed to think that women were supposed to be prudes, innocent and naïve.

  The world didn’t like when women were naughty little whores.

  The world didn’t like it when girls like Allison enjoyed the way they were fucked and used and taught a lesson.

  Especially when it was by their graduate advisor.

  “I’m going to finish your punishment now, Allison.”

  “Yes, Mr. Smith.”

  “What’s going to happen, Allison?”

  “I…you…um…” She blushed furiously, but forced herself to say the words. “You’re going to punish my asshole, Mr. Smith.”

  “And why am I going to punish your asshole, Allison?”

  Fuck. This was so hard. Her tears were coming again as Allison whispered.

  “Because I lied to you and I disobeyed Mr. Peterson. I was reading a dirty book in class instead of paying attention.”

  She felt something cold drizzle along her bottom.

  “Relax. It’s just my finger,” he said, then pressed against her tiny hole. “We’re going to use a lot of lube and we’re going to start slow. You might be surprised, Allison. This might start out as a punishment, but I have a feeling you might end up enjoying yourself after all.”

  “Why do you think that, Mr. Smith?”

  How could he even suggest something that like?

  “You’re wet, Allison.” He slid a finger into her pussy and she clenched around him. He was right. He slid his finger in and out a few times, mimicking the feeling of sex, and she could tell she was completely soaked.

  Had that been from the spanking?

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Smith.” She wasn’t sure what else to say.

  “I’m not. Allison, this is fucking hot. I can’t wait to sink into your tight ass and feel you come around me.”

  “Mr. Smith?”

  “Oh, were you afraid I wouldn’t let you come?” He pulled his hands from her nether region and slid them back up her spine. Then he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. His body was pressing against hers and she felt so taken, so caught, so trapped.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I didn’t think bad girls got to come.”

  “Well, you’re being quite a good girl right now, aren’t you, Allison?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said.

  Mr. Smith’s cock nudged at her back entrance. He rubbed his dick against her for a moment, then pressed slowly forward. She started to clench her body, but he pinched her nipples again and she squealed. He pushed forward at the same time, slowly easing into her body.

  The lubricant helped, but she still felt stretched as he pushed into her.

  “Push down against me,” he whispered. “It’ll help.”

  She tried to do what he said, and she must have gotten it right because Allison felt a tiny pop and then he was inside of her.

  “Oh, it burns, Mr. Smith!” She started to try to push him away. “Stop. It’s too much! I can’t do it!”

  “Shhh,” he murmured. He placed his hand in the middle of her back, pinning her still. Allison wiggled, but he pulled on her hair. Pain shot through her scalp and she stilled, wanting to ease the pain. It was too much. Her whole body ached and hurt.

  Her ass was on fire, both inside and out, and now her head hurt, too.

  Allison began to cry again, softly.

  “Take a deep breath, honey,” he murmured, but she couldn’t.

  It was all too much.

  “I think it’s time for an orgasm,” Mr. Smith said. He still wasn’t moving. His dick was firmly in her ass, but it still felt too big.

  She felt too full.

  Allison barely registered what he said until his fingers slipped in front of her and began to rub on her clit. Softly at first, then harder, he rubbed her nub.

  “Oh, Mr. Smith,” she moaned. “Oh, that feels so…it feels so…”

  She had built up so much anticipation during the spanking and punishment before that now, she was on the edge of her orgasm. She barely noticed the dick in her ass while Mr. Smith was rubbing against her clitoris.

  Soon, Allison was coming. Her orgasm made her body feel like she was exploding, floating through space, like she was out of her own skin. Her body went limp when she was done. She was flat against the desk with Mr. Smith still behind her, and suddenly, the pain was gone.

  “Oh, Mr. Smith…that felt so good. I’ve never come like that before.”

  “Good girl,” he murmured, and began to thrust slowly in and out of her ass. She was still sore, but he added more lube, and that helped. As he moved, the full feeling in her backside began to stop hurting and began to feel good.

  She found herself moving her ass in time with his thrusts, wanting him to start going a little deeper, wanting him to push her a little bit more.

  “That’s it, baby,” he grunted, pushing his cock into her more. “Take my dick, Allison. You naughty girl.” He swatted her bottom with his hand. “Bad girls get fucked in the ass, Allison.”

  “Yes, Mr. Smith,” she groaned. “Please, just don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”


  He continued to fuck her tight little ass until he, too, was coming. He ran his nails down her back as he came and Allison was filled with a sense of satisfaction and completion when he was done. He pulled away to dispose of the condom, but she was left with a feeling of emptiness when he did. Suddenly, she missed his presence behind her body. For just a moment, she felt like time before today didn’t exist, like she had truly come to life in this office.

  “Go ahead and stand up,” Mr. Smith was behind her again. He helped Allison to her feet. Gingerly, she stood, feeling soreness throughout her entire body. She wobbled on her legs for a moment, then began dressing quietly.

  Once she was fully clothed, she turned back to Mr. Smith. He was so handsome. His chiseled features seemed to stand out even more and she knew they both had that “freshly fucked” glow about them.

  “Are we finished, Mr. Smith?” Allison whispered, and he nodded with a little smile. Then he grabbed her and kissed her.

  “Are you going to be a good girl, Allison?”

  She thought about it for a moment.

  “If that’s what happens when I’m a bad girl, Mr. Smith, I might have to be naughty more often.”

  **

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  Blackmailed by the Vampire

  By Kitty Jones

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  Copyright 2016 by Kitty Jones

  Sage is a vampire hunter who spends her evenings chasing down the undead and her days sleeping. When she unknowingly tries to attack the vampire prince, everything changes. He knows something she doesn’t know, and he’s willing to use that information to get what he wants.

  Unfortunately for Sage, what he wants is her blood.

  And her body.

  SAGE KICKED her leg out to knock the leather-clad vampire on his ass before she staked him. He disintegrated into a pile of ash and she kicked it with the toe of her boot, scattering the ass into the cool evening hair.

  Another fucker dead.

  Now she could rest.

  She glanced around the alley, but it was empty now. Shrugging her shoulders back, Sage headed back toward the main road that led to her apartment.

  She was tired.

  It had been a long night of kicking vampire butt and she was ready to relax with a beer and a book and just chill before she went to bed.

  The unit she worked for kept her up at all hours learning new techniques and conducting research into the lifestyle habits of vampires. She lived, breathed, and slept vampires. They were all she thought about, all she focused on, but tonight Sage was tired.

  That last vamp had almost grabbed her. If he hadn’t slipped at the last second, allowing her to get that final kick in, she would have been dinner.

  This worried Sage.

  Usually, she was one of the best vampire hunters in town, but lately, she’d been struggling to keep up. She wasn’t sure if it had something to do with her time-of-the-month or if she was getting sick. All she knew was that she’d been fighting exhaustion for weeks now and she was getting tired of it.

  Sage opened the door to her apartment and immediately realized something was wrong. Unfortunately, her reflexes were too slow this time. Before she could react, there was a hand around her throat and a cloth in her face. She smelled the sweet scent coating the washcloth, then everything went black.

  *

  Sage’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned. Everything hurt. She felt every pain, every sprained muscle from the night before, but worse than that, she was hungry.

  Starving.

  And not for food.

  She sat up and rubbed her eyes, reaching for the mini-fridge she kept next to her bed. There was some pig’s blood in there that would do the trick. She had never been able to bring herself to drink from a human. She wouldn’t. She might have been turned into a monster, but Sage wasn’t like the rest of them.

  She never would be.

  She groped around for a moment before she realized she wasn’t in her own bed.

  That’s when she remembered: the cloth.

  She gasped and sat up, opening her eyes. For the first time, she looked around in the little room she was locked in. And she was locked in the room. Sage’s ankle was shackled to the bed. She jerked her leg for a second, just to test how tight the chain was, but all that did was make noise.

  “Shit,” she murmured. The room was empty except for the bed, which was in the center of the room. Directly across from the foot of the bed was a door. It had no window, no doorknob. She only knew it was a door because it was a different color from the rest of the room. The walls were black but the door was steel.

  “Where the fuck am I?” She muttered, wondering who had taken her. More importantly, she wondered when they were going to feed her. Obviously, whoever had her didn’t plan to kill her. If they had wanted to kill her, she’d already be dead.

  As it was, she was just very, very hungry.

  Suddenly, the metal panel slid to the side and a man walked in. He was much taller than Sage with short dark hair and eyes. He was wearing black pants and a black suit jacket with a white, ruffled shirt beneath it. He had sort of a classic, Victorian look, but Sage could tell that beneath his pristine exterior, he was a killer.

  She was sure of it.

  “Oh, good. You’re awake,” the man said. The door panel closed behind him before she could see what was beyond it. Sage had no idea what type of building she was being held in or where. If she planned to escape , she’d have to learn as much about the location as possible.

  “Who are you?” She said, glaring at the man. She stuck her chin up to show she wasn’t afraid of him. “Why have you kidnapped me? Let me go, you motherfucker.”

  The man watched as she spewed profanities at him. He seemed completely unbothered by her outrage. In fact, he looked almost amused. In a few minutes, she was tired, and she stilled.

  “If you’re quite finished,” the man said, stepping forward. He walked to the side of the bed. If Sage reached out, she could touch him, but she had no doubt he’d pin her if she did. Instead, she sat very still and looked up at her captor.

  “Who are you?” She whispered.

  “You don’t recognize me? I’m hurt.”

  “I’ve never met you before,” she said, turning her head, but she had the growing feeling that she should have recognized him.

  “Three months ago, you were on patrol at 5th and Main,” he told her, and Sage went very still. She hadn’t told anyone about that night. She knew exactly what he was going to say next, exactly what night he was talking about.

  It was the night she had turned.

  “You attacked me,” he said.

  Her jaw dropped open.

  “You? You were the one there that night? The one who…”

  “Gave you this?” He stroked her neck softly, running his fingers over an almost-invisible scar. “Yes. That was me. To be fair, I wouldn’t have, but you attacked me and it was either turn you or kill you outright, and you’re much too pretty to stay dead.”

  Sage’s mouth went dry. He had turned her. She couldn’t believe it. This was the creature who had sunk his teeth into her? This was the creature that had forced his bloody wrist between her lips? This was the one responsible for making her into a monster?

  She started to cry. Much as she didn’t want to show weakness, she couldn’t stop the tears from coming as she thought about her future. She knew she shouldn’t have attacked him. Unlike most of the vamps she slayed, this one wasn’t up to no good. He was just hanging out near a known vamp club, but she had been angry and worked up and had gone after him, anyway.

  She’d been no match for him.

  He was stronger than most of the vampires she fought, bolder. He was more powerful and dangerous. Oh, she didn’t believe in mind control or any of that other garbage some vampires tried to brag about.
He had been physically strong, though, and it wasn’t often that Sage found a vampire who was as strong as she was.

  She had gone after him, anyway, though, and now Sage was stuck: trapped with a vampire who wanted to own her, dominate her. He was going to keep her. That much was obvious. She wouldn’t go back to her own life. This would be her future: chained to a bed, used for food or pleasure.

  “What do you want?” She whispered.

  “I’m not going to eat you,” he said simply.

  “You’re…you’re not?”

  “Don’t be stupid. Vampires can’t drink the blood of other vampires.”

  “You can’t?” But she thought…

  “Unless they’re drinking the blood of their mate.”

  “Their mate? You mean, someone they’ve marked…” She thought of her new scar on her neck. His mark was there. Now that she was close to the vampire again, it took all her energy to try not to fight him once more. She knew she would lose, but it might be worth it. Maybe she’d be able to find freedom in death. Real death. None of this undead crap that left her starving.

  “You’re my mate, Sage. Like it or not, I have marked you, and I will have you.”

  She shook her head, but he didn’t leave. Instead, the man came over and sat next to her on the bed.

  “When was the last time you ate?” He asked softly. The bed dipped where he sat and she was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to lean on him.

  That was stupid. He was the enemy.

  “I had dinner last night.”

  “That’s not what I mean, Sage,” he whispered. “When was the last time you drank blood?”

  She shook her head. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Drinking blood meant she was a monster and she didn’t want to admit that yet. She wasn’t ready for that.

  “Sage,” the man gripped her chin and turned her face toward himself. “When was the last time you drank human blood?”