Dirty News (Dirty Network Book 1)

by Michelle Love

  But I think he might be about to propose, so I’m not going to bring that up right now. Instead, I go to sit next to him on the bed. “So what is it you want, Rod?”

  From under the pillow he sleeps on, he pulls a sheet of paper. I can see the large words at the top: Dom/Sub-Slave Contract My heart stops and my eyes go wide.

  I pick up the sheet of paper and look at it, then at him. His face is sterile.

  No emotion. Not a thing.

  “Slave? Why is the word slave on this paper? And what is it all about?”

  His strong hand moves up my arm and tightens around my bicep. “I want you. I want all of you. I want to own you, baby.”

  My heart starts to pound in my chest. “Own me?”

  He nods slowly and I can’t think. Then one thought floods my brain. “My father will kill you, Rod.”

  “This has to be our little secret. This town is too small to let this kind of thing out.” He takes a drag off the cigarette and the smell intensifies and I cough.

  “A secret?” I look around the little bedroom. My eyes fall on a hook that’s on the wall near the closet. A hook that wasn’t there before.

  Then I look back at the paper I hold in my right hand. It’s shaking, and I hold it with my left to steady it so I can read what he wants from me.

  Words pop out at me. Punishments. Sexual tortures. Expectations.

  “Rod, is this a joke?” I look into his eyes and find no humor there.

  He shakes his head slow and easy. “It’s no joke, Jenna. It’s what I want. And I always get what I want. You know that.”

  Smoke encircles his head as he taps the ashes off the cigarette into the clean ashtray on the night stand. “This doesn’t look like a thing I want to be a part of. I thought you were talking about marriage, Rod.”

  A low laugh comes from him. “Marriage? Nah. I’m not into that. That can end in divorce. What I’m asking from you can’t end. It’s forever, girl. Isn’t that better than a marriage?”

  “This says you want me to stay available for your every need.” My eyes move to his and find them squinting as he takes another puff of the cigarette. “My job, though.”

  He shakes his head. “That little job ain’t making you no money, anyway. See, the way I’m thinking is, it’s better for me if you can come to me or I come home and you’re here and you can take care of whatever I feel I need at that time.”

  “Sex?” I stare at him. “Are you saying I don’t give you enough already?”

  “You don’t. But that isn’t your fault. It’s your job’s fault,” he says as he grinds the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “Like this afternoon. I wanted a piece of ass so bad I nearly went across the street from the shop and found one at that little bar.”

  My heart stops. “You didn’t though, did you?”

  “No,” he says with a shake of his head, sending his wavy locks swinging around his broad shoulders. His eyes move to mine and pierce me. “But, as you’ll find in the contract, that is a thing I can do if I see fit and you aren’t meeting all my physical needs. And you have to take it, baby. You can’t leave me over it.”

  My stomach hurts all of a sudden and I bend over and place my hand on it. ”No! No, Rod! No, fucking way!”

  Okay, I said that only in my head.

  My voice is shaking as I say out loud, “Why do you want to have sex with other women?”

  “I don’t want to. But if I can’t do the things I want with you then I’ll have to. I have certain desires, and if you won’t let me do those things with you then I’ll get that elsewhere with someone who will.” His hand runs over my shoulder and down my arm. “But I really want to do that stuff with you, baby. Only you. But I’m a little afraid you’re too vanilla to do any of it.”

  I turn my head slowly to look at him and my age and experience or lack thereof hits me. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. I’m no child, Rod. I can be everything you want. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. And I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”

  “Here’s the thing, baby. You can’t tell a soul. Not only would your dad kick my ass, but mine might do the same damn thing to me. He’s told me as much.” He looks away and rubs his jaw.

  “You’ve talked to your dad about whatever it is you like to do sexually?” I look at him with a face full of confusion.

  I don’t even talk to my mother about the things I find arousing.

  “Nah, I didn’t talk to him about it. He found some of my literature on the subject. He told me when he found out you and I were a thing that if I ever tried to bring you into that dark world he’d hold me down while your daddy beat my ass, then he’d beat my ass himself.” His arm goes around me and he kisses my shoulder.

  “God! What kind of literature are we talking about, Rod? That doesn’t sound like your average porn.” I watch him as he peers at me through his thick lashes.

  “It isn’t average. I’m not an average man. A bit above, you know?”

  I nod then say, “I think you’re the smartest guy I know, Rod.”

  He laughs. “Not like that. Like the way I feel. I feel more than some. I want more than some. Fuck, baby. You don’t know how bad I want you to come down to the shop and suck me off in the men’s room.”

  My face heats. “Rod!” I laugh and look at him and see he’s dead serious. “Really?”

  “Yes, really. I want to fuck you in the alley behind the grocery store during the rush hour. I want to finger fuck you in the small café on the square while the people we know eat their lunch without a clue as to what I’m doing to you. I want your panties to be soaking wet when we walk out, and I want you to hand them to me when I ask. With no hesitation.” His eyes go light and sparkle.

  “That’s really bad, Rod. Really bad. We could get caught and then everyone would look at us and think bad things about us. Oh, no. I can’t …” His mouth slams into mine.

  He presses me back on the bed and moves his body over mine, pinning me to the mattress. “You can. You will. I will train you. I will show you how to give me everything I want.”

  “You think you can train the morals out of me? I was a Sunday school teacher last year, Rod. Not a porn star.” I turn my head and he takes me by the chin and pulls me back to look at him.

  “So, Sunday school teacher, what do you think it means that you gave your virginity to me? In the Biblical sense, you already belong to me.” His words hiss from his mouth. “You are already mine, Jenna Foster.” He kisses me hard again, so hard our teeth clash. Then he looks at me as he continues to hold me down. “Or do you want me to do what I have to with another woman? I can keep you too. Only you will always know I’m fucking someone else.”

  “Rod! Don’t talk like that. Fuck!”

  He smacks my cheek. “No more cussing. It’s disrespectful.”

  I move my hand to touch my cheek and he takes my wrists before I can and holds my hands over my head. “Rod! Would you stop?”

  He shakes his head. “You need to learn your place, Jenna. Your place as my woman. Do you want that or not? I’m getting tired of having to beg you.”

  Wow! This is begging?

  “Let me read the whole thing.”

  He moves off me and hands the paper back to me. “There. Hurry up. You’re making me feel weird.” He walks out of the room and I hear the fridge open and slam shut. Then the sound of him opening another beer as my eyes start at the very first word of the contract have me thinking about what I’m even doing.

  Why am I contemplating this? The whole thing is crazy.

  He stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Then he pulls at his thick cock inside the tight underwear. “Read it out loud, baby.”

  I clear my throat. “This contract is between Jenna Foster and Rod Manning. This contract can never be voided. It will end only upon the death of either signing party.”

  I look up at him and he smiles. “See, forever, baby.”

  “Jenna Foster agrees to become Rod Manning’
s subordinate in all ways. His slave for life. She agrees to do whatever he asks her to whenever he asks her to. Rod Manning agrees never to ask Jenna Foster to do anything deemed inappropriate in front of vanillas, children, or any family members.” I look up at him again. “So, we won’t do anything bad in front of anyone who matters, then?”

  He nods and takes a swig of beer. “Keep reading.”

  “Jenna Foster agrees to allow Rod Manning to punish her in order to teach her what he expects out of her. The punishments will be verbal, physical, and mental. All will be followed by Jenna Foster thanking him for showing her the way to please him, and she will willingly give herself to him sexually after punishments, if he so desires.” I look up at him again. “You want to spank me, Rod?”

  He nods and looks right into my eyes. “I want to spank that ass until it’s red. Then I want you to beg me to do it some more.” He takes a drink of the beer. “I want to teach you all about pain, baby. I want to teach you all about the things that make other people flinch. I want you to be fearless, just like I am.”

  “By the way this reads, Rod, I won’t be fearless. Because I’ll always have to fear you.” I look at him again to see if he understands me.

  “As you should, Sunday school teacher.” He comes to me and places the beer on the table and his hands on my shoulders. His cock is near my face as I sit on the bed. “After all, doesn’t it say something like that in the Bible? Fear the Lord, for he giveth and he can taketh away. Or some shit like that. You’re the Sunday school teacher, not me.”

  “In essence, you’re saying, if I want you, I have to show you I will give you everything you want.”

  “And I will take complete care of you for doing that.” His hand moves down and he pulls his hard-on out of his underwear.

  The tip of his dick rests on my lips. He looks at me intensely. I pull my head back a little. “What if I don’t want you to take complete care of me?”

  “Then I’ll find someone who does want that.” He presses his very large appendage to my lips again. “It won’t be hard to find a woman who wants this monster to be all hers, as long as she does what I want her to. It’s a fair deal, baby. You should take it. I have another girl in mind if you aren’t into it, though. Just so you know. Another girl could be sucking this dick. Another girl could be getting her pussy pleasured by this thick cock.”

  I stare into his eyes to see if he’s actually serious. This man has begged me to be with him for two fucking years and now, all of a sudden, this shit comes out.

  I love this asshole, though!

  My eyes fall back to the paper. “The next part says you can have sex with whoever you want to. It also says you can make me have sex with whoever you want me to. It says I have to do anything you ask me to, including having oral and sexual relations with a man or another woman or participating in an orgy. So I can’t be sure by signing this thing that you will only be mine, Rod.”

  “This thing will last forever, Jenna. I had to think about what all might come up in the future. I didn’t want to leave anything out. Just to be on the safe side, you know.”

  A knock comes at the front door and his eyes turn toward it, then they come back to me. “Time to shit or get off the pot, baby.”

  He puts his dick back into his underwear and walks away. I get off the bed and follow him. “You can’t answer the door in your underwear, Rod!”

  He laughs and throws open the door. A small woman with a jet black dye job looks at us through the screen. “So, is she out?” she asks him.

  Her lip is pierced, as is her eyebrow. Her skin is pale as shit and she’s wearing some fishnet stockings and the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.

  Rod doesn’t open the screen door. He just looks back at me. “Meet the other interested party, Jenna.”

  The darkly lined eyes of the woman peer in at me. “She’s so vanilla. Come on, Rod, pick me. She’ll never be enough for you, man. I can suck your dick on the front porch if you want.”

  He looks at me intensely. “She’ll do whatever I want, Jenna. Suck me off on the front porch, even.”

  “I don’t know where you found her,” I say.

  She interrupts me. “Scottsdale. Off the Internet. And you should really just let me have him. You aren’t woman enough to please this man. He’s all man.”

  “Close the door, baby,” I tell him as I pull my shirt off over my head. Then I unhook my bra and reveal to the little piece of crap who has come over a hundred miles to steal my man that I am woman enough to please him, and I will prove that fact to him if I have to do it right in front of her.

  He says, without looking at her, “Beat it, Lola. She’s decided to keep me around.” He slams the door and I push my jeans down.

  Rod grabs my hand and pulls me to the bedroom. “Sign it first.” He grabs a pen off the nightstand.

  I sign the bottom without even reading the rest and then he signs it and puts the pen and the contract back in the drawer, then throws me on the bed.

  His eyes are almost scary as he grins at me. “And now it’s official. You are mine!”

  Chapter 2

  JENNA

  “Undress,” he says as he steps away from me and turns his back to me.

  I do as he’s said and notice him dropping his underwear to the floor before going to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls out his leather belt.

  My stomach tenses as he bends it in half and slaps his left palm with it. Then he reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a small black bungee cord. When he turns back to me I’m undressed and looking at the things in his hands.

  “Get on your knees and bow your head. Don’t look at me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” he asks me as he looks into my eyes with his eyes narrowed.

  “I’m not an idiot. Of course I understand you.” I go to my knees and drop my head, then find he has me by my hair and is pulling me back up.

  I yelp with the pain. “Rod!”

  He yanks my hair and my face is maybe an inch from his. He talks between clenched teeth, “I want no smart mouthing. You get me?”

  I nod. “K.”

  He pushes me to the floor and I scramble to get back into the position he told me to get into. His words are sharp and clear. “You only talk when I tell you to. You only cum when I tell you to. You only do what I tell you to. Do you understand me?”

  I nod and say, “Yes.”

  The belt flies through the air and lands solidly on my back. “Yes, Master!” he shouts.

  I have to fight to control the urge to get up and knock the living shit out of him. “Yes, Master.” The words do not come easily out of my mouth.

  I can feel a welt forming on my back from the hit, and I’m not sure I can do this. I don’t know why he needs this. Then I’m reminded of the little slut who is not very far down the road and put everything out of my mind except doing what pleases the man I love.

  With my head down I can only see his bare feet walking away from me. Then I hear a drawer open and he comes back. With another hard yank on my hair, he pulls my head up and I catch a glimpse of a black dog collar. He puts it around my neck.

  It’s tight, and I feel a little choked by it. He puts one finger between it and my flesh. “It’s not too tight,” he says.

  I beg to differ. I can’t even wear turtleneck sweaters because they’re uncomfortable to me.

  And he wants me to wear a fucking dog collar!

  Then he attaches a matching leash and tells me to get on my hands and knees and go to the far wall. The one I saw the foreign hook placed near the top of.

  I go and feel odd and weird and very uncomfortable and not the least bit sexy. Once I get to the wall, I stop, and he says, “Kneel and place your hands together in front of you.”

  I do what he’s told me to and find him wrapping the little bungee cord around my wrists. He binds my hands together with it, then he pulls me up, using the leash.

  The collar kind of chokes me as I try to get up without the use of m
y hands. Once I’m up, he takes my bound hands and loops the cord over the hook on the wall.

  I’m facing the wall and can smell the old cigarette smoke as it clings to it from all the times Rod’s smoked in here. I make a note to wash the walls, as the smell makes me sick to my stomach.

  But, to be honest, this whole act is making me feel sick.

  I feel the heat of his breath as he leans close to my back and moves my hair to expose my neck and says, “I’m going to give you your first spanking, Jenna Foster. This will tell me what your initial threshold for pain is, and I will give you this many thrashes each time we do this, adding one more every time. Do you understand me?”

  “How do I tell you when I’ve had all I can take?”

  “I’ll need you to say the safe-word. No or stop are not enough, because you will not ever say those words to me again when I ask you anything. Your answer to all of my questions or demands will be a simple yes, Master. In public it will be only yes. And the safe-word is candy. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” I say and don’t know how I’m going along with this.

  He’s like some Nazi and I’m a little Jewish girl he plans on torturing for his own devious pleasure.

  “Only say the safe-word when you are crying. I don’t want to hear it before that time. This is to build a bond between us that will last a lifetime. A bond between the Master and his slave.”

  I hear the leather belt cut through the air as he draws it back. Then I hear it again as it flies to meet the tender flesh covering my ass, and the first hit stings then burns intensely.

  My heart pounds with the strike and I try hard not to scream. His voice is hard and brusque as he counts the thrashes off, “One.”

  The sound of the belt flying through the air comes again, and the second strike has me biting my lower lip to stop the scream with the burning pain and he says, “Two.”

  My heart is pounding so hard I can no longer hear the belt as it moves through the air. The leather hits my skin and I feel tears welling up as he says, “Three.”

  I know I had better have them streaming down my face before I say the word which will end this. Another slap stings my ass and it’s throbbing. “Four,” comes from him.