Dirty News (Dirty Network Book 1)

by Michelle Love

  “I agree.” I kissed him again. “I love you, and I love that you’ve shown me this side of you. At first, I was a little worried. Now I know you can protect me from everything.”

  “Good.” His lips pressed against the side of my neck. “You know I strive to be a man you can put your trust in at all times, baby.”

  “I know you do.” As good as all that kissing felt, I noticed the smell of the cooking chicken and knew we had to settle things down or our dinner would be ruined. “How about we pick this up after dinner. I’m starving after all we’ve done today.”

  With a laugh, he picked me up, sweeping me off my feet then carried me to one of the chairs, placing me on it. “Then I’ll make quick work of this meal while you enjoy your beer because I’ve got some pretty massive plans for you later.”

  “Plans, huh?” I asked as he handed me the tall, dark bottle I’d opened before our little dance had gotten started. “Care to let me in on any of those plans, babe?”

  Flipping the chicken breasts over, he let me in on what his plans included, “Let’s just say I’ll be putting the blindfold and handcuffs to use. And spanking that ass too while I’m at it.”

  My skin prickled with anticipation. “Oh, have I been a naughty girl?” I purred.

  “So naughty, baby,” he said with an evil chuckle. “Your Dom needs to get you back in line, my little love slave.”

  Oh, yeah!

  Chapter 7

  Nixon

  I’d made a secret purchase before we left Los Angeles to come for the week-long visit with my family and friends. Katana had no idea what I’d bought for her to wear that night.

  The box was hidden behind the back seat of the truck. After dinner was over, I retrieved the box and took it to her as I had her waiting in the tent for me, undressed and ready to serve her master.

  When I came to her with the black box that had been tied with a red silk ribbon, I saw her eyes light up. “Oh, goody!” She clapped her hands and took a seat on the bed. “I love getting presents, Nix.”

  “Yeah, I know.” I placed the box on her lap, and she pulled the ribbon, untying it then laid it on the bed beside her.

  Slowly, she pulled the top off the box and laid it down too. “It’s red.” She pulled the garment out of the box. “Satin and lace.” Katana got up and handed it to me. “And you’d like me to wear this for you, Master. Would you like to put it on me?”

  “Very much so.” I unlaced the back of the corset then put it on her body before lacing it back up. It fit her like a glove, just the way I thought it would. Hugging her big tits and tiny waist perfectly, leaving her ass bare for me.

  Her skin looked creamy smooth against the red color. When I pulled a red blindfold that matched out of my pocket Katana smiled. “Oh, so I’ll be all matching tonight.”

  Next, I pulled furry red handcuffs out of my other pocket and wiggled them. “Completely matching.” I put those things down on the bed and picked up the red silk ribbon. Turning her around, I braided her long dark hair then tied the ribbon at the end to keep it in place.

  Turning her back to face me, I picked up the cuffs. She clasped her hands behind her back, and I put them on her. The last thing was the blindfold. I tied it around her head, covering her eyes. “I trust you completely, Master. Do with me what you will.”

  Pulling my t-shirt off then kicking off my shoes, I stood behind her in nothing but my pajama bottoms. Her firm ass would have to be taken care of first. I pressed her shoulders, making her lie the top part of her body on the bed, leaving her bent, her ass exposed.

  I trailed my fingers over her flesh. Flesh that was white at the moment but would soon be red from my hands in just a little while. I gave her a little pop, watching her ass cheek tighten.

  Katana cooed, “More please.”

  “My little slave wants more, does she?” I popped her again.

  “Oh, yes, Master. I was a very bad girl.” She wiggled her ass at me.

  Katana was totally into playing around with me. We never got too wild, but we did enjoy our playtime.

  Leaning over her, I ran my tongue up the crack of her ass, and she moaned with the pleasurable sensation. I quickly smacked her ass a few times then licked her the same way again. Her moans told me she liked it all.

  My cock thumped in my pants, wanting to get in on the action. Only I wouldn’t allow that for quite a while. Ignoring my need, I saw to hers. A few more smacks then I went to work on her asshole, pushing my tongue into it over and over as she moaned and groaned.

  Finally, I reached around her, playing with her engorged clit until she shook with an orgasm. My mouth watered to taste her juices, so I picked her up and set her on the edge of the bed.

  Getting on my knees, I buried my face in her hot, dripping wet cunt, licking up all she’d given me. Her insides were still contracting when I pushed my tongue into her, the orgasm not yet over.

  “Master!” she squealed as I ate her with a hunger to taste even more of her.

  Pushing her to lie back on the bed, I moved my mouth down one leg, grazing my kips over the inside of it. Once I got to her ankle, I gave it a kiss, before biting my way back up the leg. Each bite had her screaming for more.

  I did the same to her other leg, making her body heat up from the endorphins that were rushing through her. I bit her stomach, her arms and lastly, her neck. She was a shaking mess, begging me, “Please, Master, please fuck me now. I’m so wet for you. I need to feel your hard cock inside of me. Please.”

  “My little slave wants to feel my cock?” I laughed, making sure to sound evil. Then I climbed onto the bed, straddling her body as she lay on her back. I moved all the way up until my crotch was at her face. “Here it is, slave.” I pulled my dick out and ran the tip over her lips. “Open up and take it like a good girl.”

  Her mouth opened, and I leaned over, pushing my throbbing cock into her mouth then down her throat. Katana could deep throat me in a way that left me amazed by her skill.

  I could watch my dick moving up and down as I skull-fucked her. It was a sight to see and aroused me nearly to the point of coming. But I was saving that for a bit later, so I pulled it out of her mouth. “Not yet, slave. Your Master must make sure you’re fulfilled first.”

  Katana stretched her jaw then said, “I was looking forward to drinking you all up, Master. But I trust you.”

  “Good, because we’re about to take this outside.” I lifted her up, taking her outside of the tent.

  Unlocking the cuffs, I pulled her hands to the front of her body and re-cuffed them. Then I lifted her arms up and hooked the cuffs over a low tree branch to hold her for me. She could only stand on her tippy toes; her body stretched out for me.

  I cupped her satin covered tits with both hands, squeezing them. “I could do anything to you like this, slave. Beat you until blood runs down your body.” I’d never do anything like that, but I liked to invoke the fear in her that I might do just that this time around.

  Slapping her thighs a few times, I got the blood flowing to her pubic region then pulled her to me, wrapping her legs around my waist as I pushed my hard cock into her soft recesses. “God, yes!” She cried out as she tightened her legs around me.

  Pulling her braid, I yanked her head back and began biting her neck relentlessly as I fucked her hard and fast. She made the best sounds ever. Growling, panting, moaning, and even mewling like a kitten.

  I had to admit that I was making some pretty great sounds myself as her tight pussy felt amazing as it clenched down on my cock as she came all over it.

  Holding her tightly, we caught our breaths before I let her go, her legs slipping off my waist, going down to the ground. “Master, you’ve outdone yourself.”

  “As have you, my little slave girl.” I headed to the tent to grab a wet cloth to clean her up with. “You stay put.” I chuckled at my little joke. She was still hung up on the tree branch; she wasn’t going anywhere. “I’m getting something to clean us up.”

  She stoo
d there on her tippy toes and huffed. “Okay, Master. But hurry up, my arms are beginning to ache a little.”

  “Chill, slave. I’ll be giving you a full body massage once I set you free.” I went inside and found a clean washcloth and poured some water out of one of the jugs into the wash basin then got it wet.

  The sound of tree limbs breaking had me freezing in place. Was it Katana pulling the limb so hard it was cracking, or something else?

  Chapter 8

  Katana

  My body was just coming down off the high charged sensations that had been running through it. It had been a long time since Nix and I had done anything that intense. My body reacted with complete abandon as he fucked me harder than he had in a very long time.

  As I hung there on that tree branch, waiting for him to come back, I let my head hang down in front, stretching the muscles along the back of my neck as they were getting tight.

  The promise of a full body massage had me smiling as I thought about all the pampering I was about to be the happy recipient of. My husband knew how to pleasure a girl in more than one way.

  Once a week, he’d take me out to dinner. Just the two of us as we’d let the kids spend the evening with their friends. It was always a Friday or a Saturday so that the kids could sleep over. We’d repay the parents of those friends by taking their kids for a sleepover at our house the next day.

  It worked out well for us all. Each couple had a free night to reconnect anyway they wanted to. We always chose dinner and sometimes a movie. Other times we’d just eat then simply come home to an empty house and make love like rabbits until we just couldn’t anymore.

  Nix and I were a happy couple most of the time. And with the campout, I felt like we’d given our spark another good dose of fuel.

  A smell wafted past my nose. With my eyes covered and hands cuffed, my other senses like hearing and smelling seemed to be heightened. Along with the musky scent came the sound of tree branches being broken.

  I couldn’t be sure if they were being stepped on or grabbed off trees, but they were definitely being broken by someone or something. For a moment, I thought Nix might be fooling around with me, trying to scare me.

  It wasn’t like him to scare me, but he’d been nothing like himself the whole camp out anyway, so why would I be shocked by something like this?

  I was about to laugh and tell him that he wasn’t fooling me. But before I did that, another smell came to me. This one smelled truly awful. A mixture of wet dog, cat crap, and rotten food slammed me in the face. And the sound of breaking branches got closer.

  Now, I was afraid.

  “Nix!” I screamed as I could tell now that it was coming toward me from the front.

  “Hush!” he hissed at me as his hands went around my waist, lifting me up so I could pull my cuffed hands off the tree branch.

  I laid my bound arms around his neck as he carried me away. “Please don’t take me to that tent. If it’s that bull again, I have zero faith in that thing.”

  I heard the door to the truck open. “Not to worry, I don’t trust that tent either. Scoot over, quick.”

  Just as I did, I felt something hit the truck. “Nix! What the hell’s happening?” The damn blindfold was still covering my eyes, my hands were bound, and I’d fallen over on my chest, pinning them underneath me as the truck was being shaken by something.

  I assumed it was that mean old bull again, trying his best to kill the truck that kept us from him. But then my husband said something that let me know it wasn’t that bull at all, “What the fuck is that thing?” He turned the truck on and revved the engine while honking the horn to try to scare the thing away. “No fucking way!”

  “What’s happening?” I yelled at him.

  “It’s stopping me from moving is what’s happening. How the hell?” He changed gears, and we moved back only a little bit as he’d put it in reverse. A horrible howling sound came from behind the truck, and I knew he must’ve hurt the thing that was attacking our truck.

  “Nix, pull off my blindfold, help me up!” I shouted at him.

  “No,” was all he said to me as he pushed the gas again, trying to run the thing over.

  “I want to see it, Nix. Please,” I begged. I didn’t know why I wanted to see something that was obviously scaring my very brave husband, but I did. “Is it a Big Foot?”

  “I don’t know what it is,” he told me. “Shit, I need to get my shotgun, but I’d have to get out to get it from behind the backseat. Man, why’d I leave it back there? So stupid.”

  “Nix, I want to see it.” I began struggling to push my body up so that I could move my hands. If I could get up even a little, then I could pull the blindfold off myself and maybe catch a glimpse of what was out there.

  But the way the truck was bouncing and moving kept me off-balance, so I was stuck the way I was.

  “No, you do not want to see what I’m looking at, baby. I promise you that. This would haunt you forever.” He pressed the gas again, gunning the engine but still we weren’t getting anywhere as the thing held the truck somehow.

  The whole thing was unbelievable.

  I was right there, and even I was thinking this had to be some kind of a nightmare I was having. This just couldn’t be true.

  “Is it a demon like the one Donny saw?” I asked him.

  “It seems alive to me, not some spook.” He threw the truck into drive and pressed the gas. We moved then. “Yes!”

  But all that lay ahead of us was the camp with the tent, the outdoor kitchen, and chairs in our way. I didn’t see that as some big coup. We had to go out the way we’d come in. And that thing was in our way, making that impossible.

  I could tell he was trying his best to maneuver around things to get the truck headed back in the right direction. He stopped, and I felt his hands on me then I was tossed into the back seat. “You stay down. Hold onto whatever you can. I’m going to run over that thing.”

  The way I’d landed had me in a precarious position. My damn hands were pinned under me again, and I was upside down, my head on the floorboard and my body on the bench seat. This told me that my husband was in a full-on panic.

  What the hell could the thing out there be?

  Chapter 9

  Nixon

  My mind was a mess as I tried to think of any way I could go to get away from that thing. It wasn’t like a thing my imagination could come up with. And I wasn’t about to allow my wife to see such an abomination.

  It stood in my way, blocking the dirt road behind it, the brush too thick on each side of the massive creature for me to go through and it seemed to know that as it stood its ground.

  My truck was bigger than it was though, so I floored it and drove straight at it. “Die, you son of a bitch!”

  My wife screamed in the backseat, “Nix!”

  There was no stopping now. I was heading right for it. It wasn’t moving at all as it barred sharp teeth at me. And just as I was bracing myself for the impact, it jumped.

  For a moment I thought it might land in the back of the truck, but when I didn’t hear that happen, I just kept the truck floored and headed for the gate. A thing I still had to stop and get out and unlock then open. But I wouldn’t be stopping to lock it back up.

  Donny could send his ranch hands to do that. I’d be lucky if I got out of there alive.

  My eyes went from watching the road to looking in the rearview to see if we were being followed. I couldn’t see a thing behind me. But I knew it had to be back there somewhere.

  The gate came up, and I moved like a flash to get it open, then I got back in and drove a good ways up the road before hearing Katana call out, “Nix, can you help me up?”

  I slammed on the brakes and got out to help my wife. “Sorry, baby.”

  I took the cuffs off then the blindfold and picked her up. She was a little messed up, but she wasn’t hurt, a thing I was thankful for.

  Kissing her, I held her tight for only a moment. I still didn’t feel like we
were far enough away from that thing. We got back into the truck, and I sped off again.

  Katana looked at me with wide eyes. “Tell me what it looked like, Nix.”

  Then and there I had to come up with a reasonable explanation. I couldn’t have my wife and kids thinking something like that really did exist. “It wasn’t anything more than some crazy person in a costume they made themselves, baby. I could tell that much.”

  “But you said…”

  I stopped her. “I was a little panicked for a minute. I promise you that it was just some lunatic.”

  “But how?”

  I interrupted her again. “I’m sure he used some kind of a chain or something like that to hold the truck in place. I probably just finally broke the tree it had been wrapped around is all. I wouldn’t lie to you, Katana Slaughter. You can trust me. You should know that by now.”

  She nodded and looked down. “I do trust you, Nix. If you say it was some crazy person in a getup, then I believe you.”

  I wasn’t one to lie, but I also wasn’t one to instill an unhealthy fear in the people I loved either. That would be a secret I would take to my grave.

  The End.

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