Category: Fiction

Continued from Part 17.

It was two weeks after the conference. Rachel had healed quicker than expected and Chris had taken advantage of that by taking her to ladies’ night. All his female clients – and the wives and girlfriends of his male clients – had been invited. Rachel was to be the entertainment. She was under no illusion what that meant and the thought of being at the disposal of a group of women turned her on.  (more…)

Continued from Part 16.

She didn’t have to wait long until she heard someone come into the room. She hadn’t moved from her position bent over the table. She was too afraid Chris would punish her if he found out. 

“What the fuck?” she heard a man exclaim behind her. (more…)

Continued from Part 15.

Rachel had worried that being home full time would be boring. She’d always had a job, even though she hadn’t really enjoyed working in the library much anymore. The structure of a workday had been good for her as well. She liked to have a reason to get out of bed for.  (more…)

Continued from Part 14.

Bright light streamed into the room, waking Rachel. She shielded her eyes as she sat up. This was not the room she’d woken up in last time Chris had allowed Martin to use her as a fucktoy. This room had a much more personal feel to it.  (more…)

Continued from Part 13.

CW: humiliation, BDSM

When Martin had mentioned clients, Rachel had imagined a small gathering of a few men. She couldn’t have been farther off the mark. The house was heaving with people when they arrived. Chris pulled her through the throng of people. It seemed like a normal posh party. Men and women dressed in their finest drinking wine and eating finger foods. But Rachel noticed a few naked women here and there in the room. They were sitting in a corner or standing by the wall.  (more…)

Continued from Part 12.

It was weird to be back in the library. May had been overjoyed to see Rachel again, which had been endearing. Rachel hadn’t realised how much May cared about her.  (more…)

Continue from Part 11.

Rachel floated up out of a haze of satisfaction. She was lying face down on a bed. Her back, ass and thighs throbbed and her cunt ached. Someone was sitting next to her, caressing her skin with a soothing cream. (more…)

Continued from Part 10.

CW: Humiliation, BDSM

“How are you feeling?”

Chris had come to check up on her three days after Martin and his men had had their way with her. The bruises on her thighs and ass were fading rapidly. (more…)

Continued from Part 9.

The sound of a door slamming pulled Rachel out of the mists of sleep. It took her a few moments to realise where she was. She looked over to the prone form of Chris beside her. 

Fuck. How could she have fallen asleep with him? What was between them was strictly sex, nothing more. She should’ve insisted he’d take her home after he’d so thoroughly fucked her. (more…)

Continued from Part 8.

True to his word, three days later, Chris was waiting for her outside the library. He looked immaculate in a tailored suit. Her heart skipped a beat. It was strange meeting him outside the library.  (more…)