by Jordan Bell
The Curvy Submissive #1
Going Too Far
Copyright © 2012 Jordan Bell
All Rights Reserved
Sweet Stories Press
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Table of Contents
NEW VERSION of an old story - what changed
Chapter ONE
Chapter TWO
Chapter THREE
Chapter FOUR
Chapter FIVE
Chapter SIX
Chapter SEVEN
Chapter EIGHT
Chapter NINE
End Notes
First Chapter of THE CURVY SUBMISSIVE #2: GIRL IN PIECES
Other Books by Jordan
About the Author
Excerpt from HER SECRET PLEASURE
Excerpt from Erika Masten’s ART OF DOMINATION: MODEL RELEASE
NEW VERSION of an old story
THE CURVY SISTER #1: Going Too Far was originally published in 2012 under the title THE SUBMISSIVE BEHIND THE MASK #1: BONDAGE & CURIOSITY. The new version is a little different from the original and should update automatically for anyone who has already purchased the old title. Contact me if it didn’t.
I knew while I was writing the second story that I hadn’t done the first one justice. Kat is a lot more like Cassidy from THE CURVY SISTER and I realized Kat’s story wasn’t about her submitting to a Master, it was about her accepting herself and finally asking for exactly what she wanted in life. Thus, the title change.
What’s different? The core of the story remains the same. There’s a new chapter towards the beginning and the introduction of a subplot involving Kat’s older brother. There are several new scenes and one big chapter at the end written in Josh’s point of view that gives us some insight into why he left the party when he did. He faces the way he feels and the tumultuous decisions he has to make before morning.
I hope you enjoy this version as much as you liked the original. Keep reading to the very end for the first chapter of the second book in the series, GIRL IN PIECES.
Thank you for sticking with me!
XOXO - Jordan
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Kat
“Is this the part where you tell me I need to start acting like a grown up and then also tell me I’m too young to make decisions for myself? Because I think that part might actually be my very favorite.”
I swept Michael Jackson’s Thriller from its record jacket and held the giant plastic disc between my fingers the way Brian always did when he pretended his dusty nostalgia was actually a priceless collection that couldn’t be recreated with a trip to the thrift store. I teased him about being stuck firmly in the past, his head full of our father’s old junk, but secretly I liked the way the records sounded when the needle caught a ridge and began playing. There was something kind of magical about its presence that could not be replicated by digital media.
“Stop touching my shit, Kat.” Brian pried the record from my fingers and dropped it carefully back in its protective case, the plastic making a soft sigh across the cardboard as it sunk inside. “You’re not even listening to what I’m trying to tell you.”
“Oh, I’m listening Brian. I just don’t care.” I crossed from the record player to the sofa where I could gaze out the window into the dark bar area. Shafts of dusty light drifted in through the front windows, most of which were covered by band flyers and old advertisements. Shadows of city people crashing through midday traffic crossed in front of them, causing the light to swim over the floor.
He took a time out from our argument to re-straighten everything on his credenza I’d touched on purpose to freak him out.
“You’ve been out of college for a year now. It’s time to get a job. That’s what I’m telling you. It’s time to grow up and join the real world.”
Oh, this argument again. I climbed onto my knees and stared out over the back of the couch into the South River Bar where, in a few hours, regulars would make their first after-work stop for a drink and a toke on the jukebox before going home to wives and husbands and cats and email.
After the regulars went home, the partiers would fill the place up with live music and dancing…so much dancing. I’d worn out many shoes on that dance floor. I had my first heartbreak there when I caught Jeremy Macome kissing some dive bar trash against the bulletin board when I was nineteen. I threw my arms around a stranger’s neck and danced non-stop for four and a half hours before later going home and losing my virginity to him two years before Jeremy. My entire life had played out in South River Bar. I knew every corner, ever dance floor divot, every scrawled bit of graffiti decorating history across table tops and bathroom stalls. Hell, I’d drawn half of them.
“I have a job, Brian,” I repeated for the millionth time. “I’ve had a job every time you decide to lecture me about it.”
“You do not have a job, Katrina, you have a hobby. It’s nice that you make a little money from it, but it’s not a career. You don’t even have proper health insurance. Or savings. Or retirement.”
I cringed. “I hate it when you call me Katrina.”
“You’re getting too old for pet names. Kat stopped being cute when you were old enough to vote.” He shoved a drawer shut and turned to stare at me staring out the window. I could see his reflection in the mirror, the trademark Koile scowl mucking up what could have been a handsome face. Like our dad, he didn’t know how to not constantly be pissed about something. I gave him an easy target, unfortunately.
“Who uses voting as a milestone for maturity?” I mimicked his voice and gave my shoulders a little haughty shake, but the scowl didn’t budge. Not even a tiny hint of a smile. I sighed, defeated. “Look, I’m a graphic designer and I do ok. Besides, you can hardly talk. You didn’t finish college and thanks to Pop Murcek and Josh, you will be manager of South River until the day you die. So knock it off, Brian. If this is why you demanded I come down here, you’re going to find me disinclined to accept your cranky invitations in the future.”
As if summoned, Josh Murcek appeared behind the bar, murky through the tinted glass, but still the Josh I’d known since I was a kid when Pop Murcek started playing cards with my dad on the weekends. Josh and Brian became friends back then while I tagged along on the rare occasion they’d let me. Five years separated us though, so that wasn’t often without a lot of begging and crying and threating to tell dad.
Pop retired a couple of years ago and left South River to Josh. The bar suited him, just like it suited Brian and me. I didn’t think any of us ever intended to leave this place.
Josh must have sensed me staring because he glanced up from the glass he was wiping down and met my gaze. I knew from experience he could only just see me from that side. He smiled and waved.
While I was busy waving back, Brian moved in quick, grabbed my elbow and yanked me around to face him.
“Pay attention, goddammit. You’ll show me a little respect, Kat, I swear to Go
d.” Brian’s hot breath broke across my skin, the force of his grip digging into the soft skin at the crook of my elbow. I winced and tried to yank free, but he held me in a vice-like grip.
“Asshole! Let go.”
“You’re such a child, look at you.” Brian swiped at the pink streak in my blonde hair, but I managed to jerk back enough to avoid his touch. “You have no idea how to live in the real world. I blame dad. He babied you too much. His perfect little princess, not a care in the world while the rest of us scrambled to make sure you never wanted for anything. It’s time to take some responsibility and grow the hell up.”
“Why don’t you go screw yourself while you’re climbing up on that cross of yours, Brian.” I tugged hard until it hurt. “Let. Me. Go.”
For a second Brian flexed his empty hand and I thought, for one horrible second, he might actually hit me. Another glamorous trait he’d have picked up from our father. Not that he’d touched either one of us, but that same protection hadn’t always extended to our mom. I’d been young though, too young to understand what he was happening. But Brian was old enough. Maybe old enough to learn an ugly trick or two.
But he didn’t hit me. He released his clenched fist while his faced turned purple instead. “You ungrateful brat.”
“Hey!” The office door burst open and Josh stormed in, blue eyes smoldering but restrained. Brian shoved me away from him like I was the one who’d attacked him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Koile?”
“This is family business, Josh. Go back to your bar.”
Josh looked at me, his brow furrowing as I climbed down off the couch. I didn’t want him to see how freaked I felt. As often as Brian and I fought, it had never gotten physical. “You ok, Kat?”
I rubbed at the spot I was sure would bruise and glared daggers across the room at my petulant brother.
“She’s fine,” Brian answered with a wave of his hand.
“I’m ok.” When Josh tried to look at my arm, I slid out of his reach and grabbed my backpack up off the floor.
“See. Like I said, she’s fine and we’re trying to discuss something serious, but as usual she can’t stop being a child about it.”
Brian ran a hand through his slick, short hair, then yanked open the top drawer of his desk, pulled out an envelope with the silver Giovanni logo prominently on the front, and tossed it down between us.
Dread gave my stomach a twist until I tasted bile. I knew what was in that envelope, what had set Brian off. A letter from my landlord about how I’d been late with rent three months in a row. I’d forgotten Brian had co-signed with me when I’d gotten the apartment across the street. The letter must have been a warning. They’d certainly sent me enough of them.
“Fucking come on, Josh. I’m trying to help her. She wastes her time with those little drawings and who’s she going to come to when she can’t make rent? Oh yeah, me.” Brian pointed at the letter like it might burst into flames before us. “Three fucking months you’ve barely paid your rent and always late when you managed it. They are threatening to evict you and bill me for the remainder of your contract. That happens and I won’t help you. I don’t care how much you cry or beg. You can go crawling off to whatever friend will have you, but we’ll be done. Time for some tough love, little sister. Grow up or get out.”
Embarrassment pooled in my cheeks, hot and angry and ashamed. I could feel Josh’s eyes on me, questioning and pitying.
I couldn’t stop staring at Brian’s sneering I told you so smile. I’d been doing just fine on my own for the last year but three of my bigger clients hadn’t paid their bills for the websites I built for them, and until they did it was ramen noodle nights and barely scraped together rent. I didn’t want Brian to be right. I didn’t want to give up my college educated job to be an office assistant or waitress. I was a designer and if I couldn’t design I had no idea what I’d wasted the last four years of my life on or how I’d wake up and wear pencil skirts to the office for the rest of my life.
Even though he was maybe a little bit right this time, I couldn’t bear admitting it. Not to him. Not to Josh.
“Jesus, Brian, can you be any more condescending? People pay me for my little drawings. It just pisses you off that I’m living my dream and you’re living Josh’s.”
“Kat…” Josh started but I wasn’t done. I snatched the letter, crumpled it into my fist, and shoved it into my back pocket.
“You’re not my father, Brian, so stop trying to control me. And don’t you ever touch me again.”
Brian rolled his eyes and without thinking, I lunged at him
“Hey!”
Josh grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back against him. Brian back pedaled out of reach just in case. I was no light girl having packed on more than the freshman 15 pretty much every year I was in school, but Josh manhandled me like I weighed nothing at all. “Easy there, kitty cat. Put those claws away.”
Brian brooded better than anyone I knew and he brought his A-game today. His thoughts worked over time, eyes darting back and forth across the room without landing on Josh or me.
“I think you both need a time out, what do you think?” He gave me a squeeze as I squirmed. “Come out to the bar with me and I’ll make you one of our new drinks.”
“Don’t worry about it, Josh. I’m over him and his issues. I don’t need to prove anything to him.” I twisted under Josh’s arm and escaped across the room despite his best efforts to keep me still.
“Dad wanted the world for you, Kat. That’s what he told me before they put the tubes down his throat. He said, I want the world for my little girl.”
Dad. I stopped in my tracks at the door, one hand hovering over the knob, fully intending to slam it on both of them. I didn’t even know why I was angry with Josh except that he was Brian’s BFF first and my hero second. I didn’t doubt Josh thought I was wasting my time too. How could he not? Proof was in my back pocket.
I slowly turned back to face my brother. He shrugged as if suddenly disinterested in this game.
“Which is why he’d be so fucking disappointed in you if he could see you now.”
Josh closed his eyes briefly as these words fell on all of us. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and welled there, but I refused to shed them for Brian. He’d get too much satisfaction out of them.
“You know Brian, you really suck sometimes.”
I stalked out of the office into the dusty, empty bar and halted right in the middle of the dance floor. A shaft of light fell through a dirty window and brightened a square of space crisscrossed by scratches, scuffs, and tears. I yearned to be surrounded by the press of bodies, the anonymity of strangers chasing a good time like it might be their very last.
Behind me I heard Brian and Josh throwing hard, angry words at each other, but they kept their voices down. Before Josh came barreling out of the office, I heard him bark an order that shut Brian’s argument down. The next words out of his mouth were tempered with calm violence like I’d never heard in Josh before.
“You ever lay a hand on her again and I swear we’re done. You’ll be lucky if I don’t break your arm when I throw your ass out on the street. Do you understand me?”
2
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Josh
“Yeah, I got it. Why don’t you go play the hero, Josh? You’re so good at it when it comes to my sister.” Brian dropped down into the chair behind the desk and simmered. I knew the look well enough to know we were done for now, but it wouldn’t be the last we argued about Kat. Any more it was his favorite topic of ridicule and my tolerance for it had about reached its limit.
“You know, you could try being her hero sometimes, too.”
Brian looked away and for a second I hated him even if he was my best friend. He floundered pathless and I rarely saw him pursue anything with any sort of passion. He’d become increasingly more convinced he’d been screwed in life, dealt the shitty hand, but he could make up for it by exerting his will over everyo
ne around him. He thought controlling people, controlling his sister in particular, would ease his misery. I hated seeing him go this way. It hadn’t always been like this.
I turned to leave the office when something on the floor caught my eye. Halloween costume cat ears. Kat’s no doubt. I snagged them off the floor as I left the office. It took every ounce of my control to walk instead of storm and draw the door shut instead of slam it.
Kat stood in the middle of the room in her calf-high leather boots, one toe drawing shapes along the scratches and worn patina of the dance floor. Kat had scratched her name many nights on that floor over the years.
She kept her back to me, pins and patches and Sharpie drawings decorating her backpack to celebrate all the geeky things she loved. As I approached she turned lazily, falling from the toe of her boot to her heel like she might have been imagining herself dancing even then. I held up the glitter dusted cat ears and she accepted them from me without a word. Her fingertips brushed mine, cold and a little damp and when she looked up I realized she’d been crying.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” I hesitated, but she looked so beaten, so on the verge of breaking in two that I couldn’t stop myself from touching my thumb to her cheek to wipe away the collected tears there. She clutched the cat ears between her hands and looked down at the space between us.
“He shouldn’t have said that about our dad.” She sniffed and quickly slid the cat ears into her hair, strands of fat blond curls falling messily across her cheek. She gazed up at me through her damp lashes. “Thanks for grabbing them. Superheroes need their costumes after all.”
“You’re welcome. Katrina.”
She snorted. “Cute. You get girls with that charm? I disbelieve.”
I grinned and offered her my arm which she dove into without needing to be asked twice. She tucked herself against me and I dragged her over to the bar, neither of us minding that she was too old to be treated like a kid, if just this one time.
