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Raven Brooke Ch. 01

By: lissy



Jessica Parker was a local celebrity. She spent her mornings on "City Life", a local morning news show she co-hosted with James Rawlings. Women watched the show to learn about the Hollywood updates and men watched to learn about her. She knew that sixty percent of the viewers that tuned in every morning were there to see her in her tight miniskirts and low-cut sweaters. Jessie was almost certain her looks were the only thing keeping her from being replaced by a more knowledgeable journalist.

"What the hell?" Jessie whined as she turned the hot water dial completely on. Why wasn't the water warming up? She sighed angrily and shut it off, turning to the bathroom sink to try the warm water there. When it didn't work, she realized the water heater was out and immediately she slammed her hand down onto the tiled counter in anger. "I pay twelve hundred a month for this hole in the ground?" she complained, glaring at the rose-tinted Whirlpool bath before giving up and going to the shower again to rush through a cold water cleaning.

After dressing and applying her make-up, Jessie went to the kitchen for her usual cup of coffee to discover she had forgotten to buy another bag of beans from Starbucks the night before. She searched through the cupboards, slamming the doors shut when she couldn't find the coffee grounds she'd had in there for months before she switched to beans. "What a day!" she shouted, turning to grab her keys and leave without breakfast.

The morning traffic was its usual aggravating experience for Jessie as her fingers gripped the leather steering wheel of her Z3 and her foot slammed on the breaks for the second time already. She glared at the Tahoe in front of her, her teeth clenched with annoyance. Michelle Branch sang through her speakers and she shut her eyes for a moment to regain composure. Just one more block. She could make it.

But, as she flipped her right blinker on, a Neon sped up and cut her off from turning into the parking lot, making her slam on the breaks once again.

"Damn it!" she shouted at the woman behind the wheel. The woman's windows were lowered and she turned back to glare at Jessie while speeding up. Jessie shook her head and turned into the parking lot, zipping around the two corners she had to turn to get to her parking space.

Jim was just getting out of his Trailblazer as she pulled up beside him and turned the ignition off. She opened the door and stepped out, her open-toed heels crunching the gravel beneath her feet. Jim walked around her car to meet her as she stood up and slammed the door.

"Rough morning?" he asked her, amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. Jessie rolled her eyes and nodded, clicking the lock button her key ring. 

"Couldn't be rougher," she whined. Jim leaned to hug her politely and kiss her cheek before they turned to head to the set together. 

"I doubt that," he muttered quietly, but kept it from her ears in fear of setting her off again. Since Jessie had been hired to co-host with him after Leah's retirement, he felt like he was stepping on eggshells around her every morning. She seemed delightful to the viewers, but as soon as the cameras were off, she was whining about something again. Every morning was the worst morning for her.

"Which low-life are we going to interview about some non-important junk today?" Jessie asked him as he held the door open for her to step in first. Jim shook his head slowly before following her in and letting the door swing shut behind him. 

"Amy Weathers. She was announced dead but revived at the community hospital last summer," Jim told her. He heard her grunt in front of him as he followed her down the hallway to their set.

"Let me guess, she thinks she saw a glimpse of Heaven and wants to tell us what we can expect?" Jessie asked sarcastically. 

"No," Jim told her, his voice sharp. "She had been baby-sitting and the toddler she had been watching fell into the canal. She rescued him and saved his life before she was rushed away by the under-current and was found an hour later, her shirt caught on a bridge."

"And we're going to ask her questions about that? What should we say? 'Was the water cold?' Or, maybe we should ask her why she hadn't been keeping an eye on the kid before he fell into the damn canal," Jessie complained before opening the door to the set and walking in, not holding it for Jim. He growled under his breath before following the priss onto the set.

The background of the set was something different every morning. Today, it was a picture of the canal with the old oak bridge in the background. On the set, there were the usual two burgundy over-stuffed chairs for Jessie and himself to sit on, and adjacent to those, was a small white couch with burgundy trimming. There was a table between the chairs and couch with a basket of flowers on them. Jessie was already standing by the refreshment table, a Styrofoam cup of coffee in her hands. 

"I've never seen you drink coffee at work," he commented as he made himself a cup, adding two packets of sweetener. She flipped her long blonde ringlets over her shoulder and turned to look at him, her dark black mini-dress hugging her size four frame perfectly. 

"I remember why now. This stuff tastes like shit," she complained, slamming the cup on the table and turning away. Jim looked at the spilled coffee from her slamming the cup down and shook his head as he grabbed a napkin and wiped it up. He grabbed another napkin and walked over to her so she could wipe up the hot liquid that had spilled onto her fingers. She cleaned her hand.

"So, why's this day been so rough on you?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't answer. She never did. She had been stuck-up and full of the idea that she was better than everybody else since she was in school, which wasn't anymore than three years ago. Jim had known Jessie as she grew up, being his niece hung around with her in junior high. By the time she reached high school, Jessie had dropped Jim's niece as a friend because she felt she was too good to hang around with someone from the volleyball team. Girls should cheerlead, not play sports, she thought.

"Don't play chatty-Chuck on me," Jessie warned as she turned around and went to the set. One of the make-up artists came over to her and fixed her hair into a flip above her head as she sat in her leather chair, the one furthest from the couch. Jim finished his coffee and joined her, sitting in his spot. 

"One minute!" Ray, the producer and director of the show called out as he pointed to a cameraman. Jessie stretched and straightened her posture as Jim set his right ankle on his left knee casually. "And, we're on in five, four, three..."

"Good morning and thank you for watching City Life," Jim started with his usual phrase. "I'm James Rawlings," he said as he looked over at Jessie, her face beautiful with her shining smile. All fake, but beautiful. 

"And, I'm Jessica Parker," she said beautifully, her voice the sound of an angel singing. Her beautifully rounded legs were crossed elegantly and her hands rested in her lap. Jim's face had a warm smile as he turned back to the camera and read from the cards. 

"We have a great show planned for you this morning with the local news, and another look into Hollywood as we join our old friend Chris with the latest tabloid news," he said with a smile.

"And later, we will join up with local hero Amy Weathers," Jessie added. "But first, let's take a look at the weather."

The show went smoothly as usual and Jim was relieved Jessie didn't accuse Amy of being a bad baby-sitter like he thought she would. When the cameras shut off, Jessie sighed and leaned back in her chair, exhausted from talking.

"Good show," Jim told her. Jessie nodded and shut her eyes. "You seem stressed," he said with hidden amusement. She always seemed stressed.

"All I can say, is I'm really relieved it's Friday," she admitted, standing up and stretching. As she raised her arms above her head and curved backwards to stretch, Jim noticed her skirt raised an inch, and more of her lovely peach skin exposed itself to him. His eyes traveled up the length of her body to her perky breasts that were pushed out with her stretch. There was no doubt Jessica Parker was beautiful, stunning even. She kept her five foot, three inch frame slim and beautiful with hours at the gym and investing in Nichole Miller cosmetics. Her light blonde hair nearly reached her slim hips when she left it down, the ringlets curving around her stomach beautifully. 

She wasn't the only strong asset to the show. Jim stood six feet tall with broad shoulders, a flat stomach and jet black hair, suavely flipped around his ears. He always wore blazers to work that complimented his beautiful co-host's ensembles. His hazel eyes complimented his dark hair and olive complexion so perfectly and he walked around with an essence of power and self-respect. Much different than the ivory-skinned, blonde Jessie with an attitude of arrogance and little self-respect enough she would show everything just to get a job. 

"What are your plans this weekend?" he asked her. She looked at him with a sigh and shrugged her shoulders. "You couldn't wait for this weekend and now you don't even know what you're going to do?" he teased.

"I imagine I'll never change from my bathrobe and relax all weekend in front of the T.V.," she confessed.

Jim found himself a tad excited at the thought of the lovely Jessie in a bathrobe, probably a silky white one that reached her mid-thigh. He imagined the soft belt tied loosely around her stomach, resting on her hips, the ends dangling down. The top of her robe separated without her acknowledging or caring, the under-curve of her breasts visible to his appreciative glance. Her soft hair would flow over her back as she lay with her legs crossed on the couch, a straw in her mouth to suckle gently, allowing a cool beverage to slip down her throat. He shook his head and stared past her to the wall. What was he doing?

"I'm sure you'll have a fine weekend," he said politely, ashamed of his lack of control on his imagination, before turning around to leave. Jessie gazed after him with disbelief that she could tell a sexy bachelor that she had no plans and he'd leave without asking her to something. Shaking her head angrily she scowled at Amy, who had lingered behind to talk to the director, and was now staring at her. Jessie stormed off the set and began the walk back to the parking lot in anger. 

"Miss Parker," Chris called after his star. "I'm not sure you got the memo. Monday, we will be hosting the Swimwear Show at the beach. There will be no morning shoot. Be at the beach by eleven and ready to wear one of the suits Maggie will pick out for you."

"I swear I was only hired to show leg!" Jessie complained at him and stomped off. Chris shook his head and threw his arms up in the air before turning around to head back to the set. 

"That girl is something else!" he shouted at the cameramen. They hid their smiles as they went back to shutting all the equipment down for the weekend.

Friday afternoons were always busy for Jessie. She saved all her errands to run on the one day nobody else felt like doing work, so there were fewer lines, less people to mall over. She left the parking lot and turned to head south to the mall. 

The summer sun warmed her as she parked her BMW in front of Macy's and stepped out, her small black purse hanging from her shoulder. Her dark shades blocked her eyes and her ringlets were once again released, hanging down her back. As usual, her head was up high with pride, knowing everyone nearby would be looking at her – the men, lustful and the women, envious. 

Macy's was rather busier than she liked, but she was determined to buy the shoes she saw in the catalog last week. As she entered, Venice walked around the service counter and approached her, a smile on her dark face. 

"Miss Parker, glad to see you again!" she said sweetly, paying a lot of attention to her favorite shopper. "How has your week been?"

"Great, Venice, thanks," Jessie said with a smile. She loved when Venice was working because she knew everything about her, her size, her favorite styles, the colors she looks good in, and even what she had considered in the past. 

"What will it be today?" Venice asked, smiling as Jessie took her shades off and slipped them in her purse.

"I wanted the Elegante shoes I saw in last week's catalog and I was interested in the Swiss watch we looked at last weekend," she told her. Venice smiled and led her to the lovely sandaled heels in a glass case. The shoes were black velvet with open-toes and a dark sapphire on the top of each. Jessie smiled when she saw them and nodded her head, knowing exactly which dress she bought last week that would compliment them perfectly. 

"These are great shoes, Miss," Venice admitted as she opened the case and took them out, showing them to Jessie. "Would look beautiful with that black cocktail dress you bought."

Jessie looked at the price and smiled. Next month, at her family dinner party, Jessie knew she'd be the only one wearing three-hundred dollar shoes. For some reason, that pleased her deeply. "I'll need a handbag," she said.

At the counter, Jessie looked at the lovely Elegante shoes, the Swiss watch, and the sapphire studded handbag before handing Venice her credit card and ID. As she bent to sign the receipt, she heard someone behind her.

"Wow, that much for shoes, a watch, and a purse?" Jim's voice questioned. Jessie jumped up and looked at Jim with anger. She was still sour at him for not asking her out this weekend. "I wish I had an extra thousand dollars to just throw away on a Friday afternoon."

"You do. You just prefer twenty-dollar suits," she insulted him as she finished her signature and handed Venice the store copy of the receipt. Venice put the items in a bag and handed the bag to Jessie. 

"I prefer not to spend a country's net-worth in one month," Jim teased as he set his shoes down on the counter. Jessie looked at the black leather shoes and smiled. She had to admit that the man had taste. She turned around and walked out to the mall to stop at the Starbucks kiosk before heading back to the car. Sighing with annoyance, she realized Jim had paid for his shoes and was following her.

"What do you want?" she asked him. He laughed. She went to the kiosk, surprised to see no customers in line and smiled at the boy behind the counter. "A double tall White Mocha with extra vanilla and some cinnamon," she ordered quickly. 

"Throw that on my bill and add a Grande Irish Crème Latte," Jim told him, opening his wallet and handing the kid a ten. "Keep the change." 

"Why are you following me?" Jessie asked him. He laughed at her as they stood, waiting for their drinks. "I'm serious. You're really bugging me."

"I needed shoes," he told her. "And, I drink coffee. How do I know you didn't know where I was going to wind up and just went there first?" he teased.

"Ooh, you make me so angry, James Rawlings!" she whispered roughly as her drink was called. "I'll see you Monday."

"Yeah, I'll see you too," he chuckled, referring to her being in a swimsuit. He grabbed his drink when it was placed on the counter and walked away without saying good-bye. Jessie wanted to tilt her head back and scream, but instead grabbed her Mocha from the counter and guzzled a bit of it, ignoring the burning sensation of it sliding down her throat. She turned around and headed back to her car, annoyed and tired of dealing with everything. 

She always felt better behind the wheel of the car, zipping along the road, listening to music. She would sound out the world and make it so she never had to feel any emotion besides the emotion sung about in her favorite songs. With her shades on and miles ahead of her on the freeway, Jessie was untouchable. Always untouchable. The speedometer read ninety, meaning she was zipping through life faster than ever before. In all her twenty-two years, Jessie had never felt as numb as she did now. 

Red and blue lights flashed in her rear-view mirror and she stared up into it, adrenaline racing through her system. What now? The officer in the car behind her motioned with his hand for her to pull over on the wide shoulder and Jessie immediately did so, her eyes narrowed in anger as the cop pulled up behind her and stepped out of his car. She reached over to her purse and started digging to find her license. 

The cop stood next to her car and looked down at her. Normally feeling great in her topless Z3, Jessie now wished she had a top up to block her from the mocking grins of the drivers passing her by. 

"Do you realize how fast you were going back there?" the officer asked. Jessie looked at her speedometer and slowly shook her head, hoping the officer couldn't tell she was lying. "You were at ninety-six when I decided to pull you over. License and registration, Miss." 

"I'm trying to find it," Jessie whined, looking through her checkbook. She finally started taking everything out of her purse and setting it on the seat beside her. "I can't seem to find my license!" she panicked.

"Are you a licensed driver, Miss?" he asked her. She looked up at him with tears burning behind her eyelids and nodded.

"I'm just having a really rough day," she whispered.

"Yeah, me too. Where is your license?" he questioned her grimly, his dark eyes staring her down. She instinctively pushed her thighs together as she kept looking deeper through her purse. 

"If you can't hand me the proper paperwork, Miss, I'll have to take you to the station for questioning. Please step out of the vehicle," he said gruffly. Jessie nodded and shut the car completely off before stepping out of the vehicle. She stood aside as the cop bent to look under the seats for anything illegal. Jessie couldn't believe this was happening to her and she allowed a few tears to escape her eyes as she stared at the road in disbelief. Suddenly, a black Trailblazer started coming near her and she knew who it was. She raised her hand in the air and waved it down, pleased when Jim pulled over in front of her car. The cop stood up and looked at the truck before looking to Jessie.

"My co-worker," she explained as Jim stepped out of the truck and started heading to her. The cop stood in front of her and looked at Jim.

"There is nothing to see here, Sir, please get back in your truck," the cop ordered him. Jim winked at Jessie.

"I just wanted to see what the problem was," he said. "I thought I could help." He turned around and went back to the truck. Jessie threw her hands up.

"Jim! Wait! I can't find my license!" she cried. Jim stopped and looked at her and the cop with a wicked grin on his face.

"Is that all?" he asked. He reached into his coat pocket and held out her the two cards deep inside. It was her license and her credit card. She smiled and ran to him to grab them from him. "Next time when someone catches up with you to tell give you something you left on the store counter, you won't be so mean," he said, amused. She rolled her eyes before turning to the officer and handing him her license. Then, she reached into the glove box and took out her registration, handing it to him as well. 

"Jessica Parker, I knew it was you," the officer said with a smile, finally friendly now that the license issue had been resolved. "I should give you a ticket for speeding and for driving without possession of your license."

Jessica looked at him sadly before leaning over a little, exposing more of her cleavage to the man. His eyes stared at her lovely C-cup breasts for a moment before he flipped his ticket book closed and smiled at her.

"But, I think you've learned your lesson," he said as he nodded his head to her and turned back to his car. Jessie smiled and looked at Jim with mischief in her eyes as the officer drove off.


Raven Brooke Ch. 01



"That was bad. Just downright naughty," Jim whispered, his voice deep and quiet. Jessie smiled at him and turned to her car.

"Bye now," she said sweetly as she sat down in her car and slipped the seatbelt on, not even a goodbye on her lips. Jim glared after her as she pulled off the shoulder and back into one of the busy lanes.

On the way home, Jessie sang along to Sheryl Crow on the radio in a voice that others had always enjoyed listening to. She turned off the Belmont exit and stopped at the red light, sighing with displeasure once again. Next to her, a punk was in a lowered Monte Carlo, slouching in his seat, bumping some music she'd never heard before. She shook her head with disgust and turned back to looking straight ahead of her at the light. When it turned green, she sped off and headed down Belmont to her road.

She turned into the gated community gates and used her door opener to swing the gate open. Her apartment was one of the first ones in the community. Immediately, she pulled into her garage and went in through the door connecting her apartment to it, carrying her shopping bags with her.

She dropped her bags on the floor beside the door and turned to lock the door behind her. Jessie's apartment always seemed quiet to her during the afternoons when her neighbors were at work and not blasting their hip hop music. Walking to the kitchen, she pressed her answering machine play button and stood there waiting to listen to her messages. 

"Jessers!" a voice came over the answering machine. It was her brother. "Hey sis! I'll be in town next weekend if you want to get together. Call me!" Jessie smiled and thumbed through her bills as the second message played.

"Jessie? You there?" the voice sounded like Jim's. "I guess not. I'll call you back." Jessie looked at the number on her caller ID and sighed. She'd missed Jim's call. Why was he calling her? She leaned against the doorframe and wondered whether or not she should call him back. Maybe she'd just wait for his next call. 

Giving up, she turned away from the answering machine and went into the bathroom to test the water. She turned the dial and was happy when she was greeted with hot water after only a minute of running it. Plugging the tub, she ran to the kitchen to grab a wine cooler from the fridge before she added vanilla bath oil to her water and stepped back to strip her clothes off and throw them in the hamper. 

Stepping into the tub, she crouched down and sat in the silky water, then leaned back to rest her shoulders on the side of the oval tub. The rose colored bathroom appliances complimented her dusty green towels and decorations well, making her feel like a princess. She dropped a little more in the water, submerging her entire body up to her neck. 

"Ooh this is great," she moaned quietly as she brought a hand out of the water and turned on the shower radio beside her. She hummed along to one of her favorite songs while she opened the Fuzzy Naval wine cooler and took a sip. She realized how cold the bottle was and smiled as she sipped it again, overwhelmed by the coolness inside and her hot skin outside. With a curious smile on her face, she lowered the bottle a little in the water and raised her hips, resting the cold bottle against the lips of her puss. She shivered from the excitement and pulled the bottle away quickly to take another sip. 

Another idea crossed her mind as she bent to lift her puss completely out of the water and she tilted the bottle over it, letting the cold bubbly liquid poor over her clit. She shivered again and dropped herself back into the water.

"Jessie, what are you doing?" she asked herself quietly as Pink sang about being a hazard to herself. She giggled softly and looked at the bottle with a soft smile. "I am such a bad girl," she admitted, sipping the peach beverage again before pouring tilting the bottle again and letting a couple drops pour onto her hard nipples. She tilted her head back with excitement and gently squeezed one of her nipples. "Bad, bad girl," she repeated. 

The phone suddenly rang and Jessie moaned with disappointment as she stood up and wrapped one of her large fluffy bath towels around her and went to answer it. It was Jim.

"I wanted to see if you were busy tonight," he said.

"I am," she told him, still annoyed with him for earlier.

"Okay," he said quietly, disappointment filling his voice. "With what?"

Jessie thought for a moment. "Absolutely nothing," she said with arrogance in her voice before hanging up the phone. She sighed and went back to rejoin her bath.

An hour later, someone knocked on the door. Jessie reached down and unplugged the drain, letting the water whoosh down the pipes. She stood up and slipped her robe on to answer the door. A familiar man stood outside, leaning against the doorframe. She opened the door a crack and glared at him.

"What to you want, Keith?" she said angrily. The man chuckled and looked at her, his blonde hair waving past his ears.

"Hello, Jessica," he said in his deep, Australian accent. She opened the door and looked into his blue eyes with anger. He stood there in blue jeans and a white polo and she stood in her bathrobe. 

"I don't know about your country, but in America, when I say not to bother me again, that means not to bother me again," she told him, anger filling the air between them. Keith laughed again and indicated that he wanted to come in.

"I came to chitchat," he said with a smile as he looked at the way her robe hugged her round breasts. "I missed you."

Jessie sighed and opened the door for him to come in before shutting it behind him. She started walking to her bedroom. "There's soda in the fridge. I'll only be a minute." She turned and went to her room to change into her jeans and a sweatshirt, when she suddenly burst into tears. Memories of her relationship with Keith before they broke up last summer flooded her mind as she slipped into her clothes. She hadn't fallen in love with him because of his charm, his kindness, or his admiration for her. She had fallen in love with his dominance, his sense of never letting anyone tell him what to do. When she finished changing, she walked back to the living room where Keith was sitting on a sofa. 

"I'm sorry to surprise you like this. I really missed you, Jess," he said warmly, looking into her eyes. He noticed the tears and suddenly sat up straight. "What's the matter, kitten?"

Jessie sniffed and looked at him through her teary eyes. "I missed you too," she choked as she remembered their horrid breakup when she caught him sneaking around with Angela LaVoie. She had told him she never wanted to see him again, and now she was actually pretty happy he was sitting in her living room.

He held out his arms to her. "C'mere," he said sweetly, moving his fingers to indicate he wanted her near him. She immediately went to him and sat on his lap, her head dropping to his shoulder. "How have you been?"

"Good," she whispered as she deeply inhaled his scent.

"I hear you've made something of yourself this last year. I saw your show today," he told her.

"What'd you think?"

"What'd I think? I think you should come back to work for me," he told her honestly. "It's better pay, better script, and you enjoy the work a whole lot more."

"Raven Brooke's not for me anymore," she said softly, referring to his production company. "Besides, you slept with one of the stars," she pouted. "And, I don't feel that way anymore."

"Of course you do. And, I said I was sorry," he told her. "You must realize that I know your hidden desires still, kitten. It's rare anyone can turn back to vanilla."

"I have," she lied, glaring at him finally. 

"Well, let's make sure of that, shall we?" he said, staring at her firmly. "It's been too long. A young woman should never go without a firm hand for this long." Jessie felt herself heat up between her legs at that statement. "Come on, kitten. Stand up."


Without arguing, Jessie stood up and lowered her head the same as she used to before their breakup. He sat up straight and patted his left thigh. Jessie went to him the way she always did and straddled his left leg, one of her legs on each side of his. Her head was behind him and her legs were spread. He rubbed the seat of her jeans. 

"That's my good girl," he said firmly before raising his hand and bringing it down on her bottom with a smack. She cried out, forgetting just how painful his hand was, pants on or not. He didn't stop though and kept bringing his hand down, warming her bottom for her. 

"Oh, Sir, that hurts," she said softly, her voice a little whiney from the pain. She tried to wriggle her backside a little to lessen the pain, so he spanked a little harder.

"You've been needing this, haven't you?" he asked her, his voice demanding. She broke into tears, letting them drip down onto her sofa as she cried. "Don't wiggle around." She tried to stop and push her bottom out a little more for him to have a better target. As she did this, her puss rubbed down his thigh, sending jolts up her spine. She knew that, that was the reason he always used this position with her. 

"Stand up and remove those pants," came the next order and Jessie did so, tugging the jeans past her hips. "Panties too." She soon stood before him in only her sweatshirt, her shaved puss in his view. He smiled at the glistening moisture he saw on her lips before patting his thigh again. She looked at his jeans and immediately knew the tell tale moisture on them when she stood back up would be enough to tell him she wasn't vanilla. She sobbed from the embarrassment as she straddled his thigh once more. His left hand reached around and found her wet lips and he brushed them sweetly as his right hand came crashing down on her bottom again. 

"Oh, stop, please!" she cried out as the sting started building up in her bottom, yet she couldn't stop thrusting her hips onto his fingers that tickled her lips. He wriggled one of his fingers as he found her clit and immediately she screamed from the pleasure. "Please?" she begged.

He smiled as he continued spanking her. Finally, without being able to hold back any longer, he shoved two fingers deep inside her and wriggled them back and forth. She screamed when his thumb found her clit again and he brushed it gently, his other hand still raining down on her. 

"I can't take this!" she cried.

"Oh, you can," he countered with a wicked grin. "And, you will." He looked over at her coffee table and saw a wooden hairbrush sitting there from when she combed her hair that morning. "Oh, preparing for me?" he chuckled as he lent over and picked it up.


"No! You can't use that! Please!" she screamed, kicking immediately. He brought the brush down on her a couple times quickly.

"Don't kick," he told her as he started bringing the hairbrush down on her already tender bottom. "I love the sound of wood on bare skin."

"Oh, please!" she cried as the sting built up in her bottom quickly. She jerked at every smack of the hairbrush, her right hand finally flinging back to block it and realizing she couldn't with his left arm around her, still playing with her clit. 

"You are such a naughty girl," he told her as he continued spanking her. "But, the sounds of a naughty girl getting a spanking is music to my ears."

Jessie cried and banged her toes on the carpet when Keith finally gave her the last two smacks, harder than the rest. She found herself sobbing as he told her to stand up again. She stood, her hands flying to her backside, rubbing it gingerly. 

He looked down at his lap and smiled. "Well, it looked like you were lying."

She shook her head immediately and bit her lip. "No," she said softly, ashamed he could still make her melt like that. 

He placed his hand on her bottom as she stood before him and he pushed it gently, making her thrust her hips forward. "Spread your legs," he told her. She did so, keeping her hips forward as she looked at him with fear. 

He put the fingers of his right hand together and put it in front of her puss, bringing it back about a foot. "This is for lying," he told her as his hand snapped forward, smacking her moist lips. She cried out. "You should never lie to me," he said as he brought his hand back and repeated it. "Never, ever," he added, smacking her twice more there before leaving his hand there the second time and rubbing his fingers around on her clit. 

"Oh," she moaned softly, feeling the need to release her sexual tension. He chuckled as he grabbed her shoulders and led her to her bedroom. He helped her lay down on her back, her head resting on her soft down feather pillows. He grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it off of her swiftly.

"You are such a bad girl," he whispered as he reached in his coat pocket and grabbed the nylon rope he had remembered to bring just incase his Jessica was still single. He grabbed her left wrist and pulled it up to the bedpost.

"No," she protested softly, beseeching him with her eyes. He chuckled and made sure her wrist was secure before he did the same to her right wrist. "Please," she begged. His finger brushed her lips to tell her silence was needed before he went to the foot of the bed and secured her ankles, making sure her legs were spread wide. Jessie felt the sexual tension doubling within her and she started thrashing about. "Please let me go!" she cried out, finding her voice. Keith shook his head and reached down to grab the thong that lay on her bedroom floor. He rolled it in a ball after inhaling the sweet scent that lingered and he pushed it gently in her mouth. She tried to block it, but he was too strong. Another piece of rope found itself tied around her mouth, keeping her panties secured where he chose them to be, the perfect gag. 

"Now you will lay here and be a good girl while I go clean up," he told her, winking at his Jessica before leaving the room. She started crying and screaming against her gag. "Such a feisty kitten," he mumbled as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

To be continued...



Raven Brooke Ch. 02



Jessie's eyes fluttered open and she looked around her bedroom. Pulling her arms, she suddenly realized she was still bound, but no longer gagged. The window was dim, telling her that she slept through the rest of the afternoon and much of the evening. Where was Keith?

She heard noise in the living room and realized he was on the phone. Sighing angrily, she thrashed around. Why couldn't he have stayed in Australia? She had heard he went back there after their breakup to spend time with his family. What compelled him to return? It was probably his hands on experiences at Raven Brooke, she thought sullenly as she stared at the ceiling. Surely the thought of her was not enough to make him fly the miles back to California. And, he had succeeded again in making her feel like she wasn't in control of her own life. She was now. He no longer had right to do this since she pleaded with him to remove her collar. 

"So, you are awake," Keith said from the door, a greeting smile on his lips. Jessie looked at him with anger. "Now, now, I thought naps made little girls less cranky."

"Untie me," Jessie demanded.

"Well, I did come in here to tell you I just made reservations at Giovanni's for dinner, but from the way it sounds, you'd rather me just cancel that," Keith threatened, his eyes full of disappointment. Jessie widened her eyes and immediately started crying.

"No, please?" she begged as he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him again. Jessie turned to the ceiling, angry with herself. She knew how wrong it was to demand something from him. Even if she was no longer his slave, she'd always known "never bite the hand that feeds you."

"I'm sorry!" she cried out, shaking her head against the bed. Her wrists started to hurt and she began to realize how numb her ankles were. "Please!" 

The door opened again. "Now, if you don't stop thrashing around in here, I'm going to have to spank your bottom again," Keith warned her, his lips straight with displeasure. 

"No," Jessie cried, her voice breaking away. "Please untie me, Kei… Sir! Sir! Please let me get up?" she pleaded with him, forcing her eyes to meet his.

"Why should I let you?" Keith questioned her, his eyes gazing at her with satisfaction. "Will you be a good girl?"

"Yes! Yes, Sir! I'll be a good girl!" she cried. She heard him chuckle as he neared her bed. It had always felt so demeaning for her to promise she'll be a good girl, but the demean was worth it when he immediately started untying her binds. 

He allowed her to stand and chuckled as he watched her weak legs shake when she first rested her weight on them. Jessie grumbled and stretched her legs out one at a time before she finally regained composure. Immediately, she reached for her bathrobe and threw it on, tying it around her waist. Damn him.

"Jessica, you have ten minutes to get yourself ready," he told her as he turned and went back to the living room. She had always been granted a tiny bit of privacy so she could use the bathroom and prepare to make herself sexy for him again. She immediately ran into the bathroom and locked the door to get ready for a dinner at Giovanni's. 

When she stepped out of the bathroom, Keith neared her and smiled at her damp hair. Even though most men enjoyed their women completely dressed up with make-up and the sexy clothes, he was more thrilled when he could watch her in her natural, fresh from the shower in a bathrobe state.

"You've always been a pretty pet," Keith chuckled as he walked past her to her bedroom. Jessie looked at him with anger before she followed him there. She watched as he opened her dresser drawer and looked in the top drawer, pulling out black thongs. He handed them to her before he closed the drawer. Instinctively, without question, Jessie slipped them on and stood, waiting for another article of clothing. It was something they had done every time she went out with him and she never questioned it. Keith then handed her a pair of black stockings and watched as she slipped them up her legs, resting the tops halfway up her thighs. He smiled and opened the next drawer, handing her a royal blue silk tank top, which she slipped on immediately. Keith turned to look at her, immediately wishing he didn't have to hand her anything to wear on the bottom half besides what she already had on, but he knew the restaurant would never let them in like that. He handed her a black denim miniskirt and pointed to which shoes in her closet that he thought looked best. Immediately, he went into the bathroom to ready himself. 

Jessie went over to her vanity and started to work on her hair. She figured she'd braid it back in a French braid and leave ringlets framing her face. As she did her make up, she thought about Keith and wondered when he'd be leaving again. She was sure he wouldn't stick around for too long. 

At dinner, Jessie enjoyed her linguini quietly. Every attempt Keith made at conversation was immediately ignored and Jessie would take another sip of her wine and turn to look at another waiter. It was the one thing she could do without saying anything or reaching out in anger that would upset Keith, and she enjoyed doing it. She would deny realizing she did it later, but for now – it was more fun to tease the boys that waited on her than to seem at all interested in the strong Australian across the table. 

"You know, you're really pissing me off," Keith informed her as he bit into his garlic bread. Jessie stifled a giggle and sipped her wine again.

"What am I doing wrong?" she asked, her eyes full of innocence as she turned and winked at the host again. Keith leaned back in anger and glared at his insolent woman. 

"Jessica, if your eyes so much as glance at another man tonight, I swear you will live to regret this night," he threatened her. She looked at him through narrow eyes a moment before she smiled and nodded her head.

"Okay. I will not look at another man tonight," she agreed as she stared at her plate for a moment. Suddenly a waitress walked over and offered them another glass of wine. They both accepted and Jessie looked at her with false lust in her eyes, winking at her lovingly. The waitress looked at her with shock before turning around and heading away from the table. Keith tried to hold back a smile.

"Lovely breasts, don't you think?" was all Jessie could say with holding back her laughter. She sipped her wine again, hiding her smile behind the glass. "A bit too perky for me though."

"You know, you would easily win an award if they had a running for brats," Keith told her as he sipped his fresh wine. Jessie looked at him playfully. "Jessica, I'm serious now. We need you back at Raven Brooke. Please say you'll come work for me again."


"I'm sorry. Why would I do that?" Jessie asked him.

"Because I said to. And, it will benefit you." Keith told her with a warning in his voice. Jessie shook her head at him. "And, if you don't, I'll make you lose your job at City Life anyway." 

"You wouldn't!" Jessie cried out, knowing damn well he would. "Why? What did I ever do to you?"

"You walked out on me, Jessica," he pointed out. Jessie glared at him.

"You cheated on me!" she shouted, grabbing her glass and splashing its contents in the face of the man before her. She stood up and grabbed her plate, flipping it upside down on the table before storming toward the front door. 

"Jessica!" Keith shouted at her, realizing everyone at the surrounding tables was now staring at him with amused looks on their faces. He blushed deeply and glared after his bratty princess.

Jessica stood out front, unsure of what to do now. She'd already passed the point of no return and regretted her little tantrum deeply. She knew once Keith had her, she was going to regret it even more, but she had nothing to do except wait for him. She had no purse and they had come in his car. She stomped her foot out front angrily. 

"Shit!" she shouted when she realized she had cracked the heel off her favorite shoes. She immediately slipped them off and stood in her stockings on the bare cement. It was about five minutes before Keith finally came out through the front door. He looked at her in anger for a minute before he passed right by her and stomped off to his car. She followed quietly. 

The entire ride was silent. Jessie didn't know what to say and Keith was too angry for words. A mixture of relief and dread passed through Jessie when they reached her apartment and she immediately opened the door and jumped out. Keith followed her quickly, not allowing her to lock him out and soon, they both stood in her entryway, her heart racing quickly.

"I'm sorry," she whispered sincerely. Keith turned and glared at her as he slipped his wet shirt off over his head and walked over to her small laundry area. He threw his shirt into the washer before he went into the bathroom to clean up. She felt horrible that he said nothing to her and immediately, she went to sit in the living room. What was he going to do?

She sat there quietly for a few moments until he came back into the living room in his pants, his shirt still in the wash. She looked at his large arm muscles and his tight stomach and sighed, remembering when he was once hers, before she had caught him in bed with another woman. She looked down at the floor, feeling the tears rushing to release. She could sense Keith walking over to where she sat and sitting beside her.

"What was that tantrum for, kitten?" he asked as he leaned back. 

"You hurt me and you don't even acknowledge it," Jessie whispered softly. She closed her eyes and felt her shoulders shake with the tears that were definitely going to win this fight. 

"How many times must a man apologize to you before you can forgive him?" Keith asked her with annoyance. Jessie shrugged her shoulders and wiped a tear that had escaped her eyelids. "I have apologized to you so many times, young lady. You aren't being fair."

"Either are you," she whispered. "I once devoted my entire life to you. I nearly worshipped the ground you walked on and how do you repay my admiration? You sleep with another woman like I'm not enough to please you!" Tears started pouring down her cheeks as she sat there feeling sorry for herself.

"I don't know what's worse tonight. Is it the tantrum you threw earlier or the pity you're feeling for yourself right now? I have no idea," Keith scolded. His right hand rested on her thigh and she tried to softly shake him away. "Jessica, I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm asking you again to forgive me and move on from that." 

"I cannot," Jessie said sternly as she sat back with renewed anger.

"Jessica, you're really trying my patience," he warned her as his hand moved up her thigh a little more. His fingers rested on the inside of her thigh, inches away from the cause of the warmth he now felt. 

"I'm never good enough for you," Jessie whispered. "You always have a reason to lecture me or spank me and I don't even do anything!"

"I lecture you because it helps you become a better person. I spank you because you like it," Keith said smugly. Jessie blushed and glared at him. His hand moved up another inch and he pushed up her skirt a little bit. Her eyes shifted to glaring at his fingers now. 

"Don't touch me," she whispered defiantly. Keith withdrew his hand and sighed, staring at her with disappointment. 

"Jessica, you're really trying my patience," he said softly. "I ought to…"

"You ought to what?" Jessie shouted, standing up. "Yell at me? Spank me? Tie me up to the bed? Or, would you rather leave me or cheat on me again?" Tears burned her cheeks as she shouted at him, glaring deeply into his eyes. "You aren't in charge anymore!"

"Jessica!" he shouted back at her. 

"You aren't! You took back your collar a year ago! What makes you think I still have to obey?" Jessie cried as she spun around and ran to her room, tears flooding her anger. "I hate you, Keith Owens!"

An hour later, Keith knocked on Jessie's door. He had decided to give her enough time alone to calm down. He didn't hear anything on the other side of the door, so he opened it up an inch and peered in at his beloved Jessica lying down on her bed, having cried herself to sleep. He sighed and closed the door, letting her sleep the rest of the night.

Saturday morning, Jessica woke up and turned to the window in her bedroom. Warm sunlight poured in, comforting her skin with its rays. She sighed and sat up. She was still in the same outfit she had worn to dinner the night before.

"I feel like hell," she mumbled to herself as she stood up and went over to her dresser. She grabbed a pair of gray and blue flannel pajama pants and a gray tank top that showed a couple inches of her tummy before she headed to the bathroom to shower. 

When she stepped out of the shower, she slipped into her pajamas and pulled her hair back in a ponytail before going to the living room to see where Keith was. She found him asleep on the sofa. With a sigh, she looked into his muscular face and sighed. If he hadn't cheated on her, she wouldn't have ever left him. She remembered the deep pain it caused her when she begged him to remove her collar. She had knelt before him and lifted her hair, begging that he unbuckle it. He had done so with sadness and the second the band of leather fell off her neck, she had broken down into painful sobs. What was it about this man that had made her love him so?

Jessie turned and went into the kitchen to prepare Keith's favorite breakfast. She remembered how much he loves having steak and eggs with fried hash browns and an English muffin.

Keith woke up to the fabulous scent of steak and eggs. He turned over and stretched before standing up and walking to the kitchen. His pants were a little wrinkled now as he stood barefoot and bare-chested, watching Jessie. Her pajamas hugged her slim body beautifully and he enjoyed the sight of her backside as she flipped the eggs and reached up for the salt and pepper. As if she could hear his heart quicken, she turned around and smiled at him.

"Good morning," she said sweetly as she turned the flame off and transferred the eggs to sit on top the steaks on the two plates she had on the counter. He smiled as he saw her drain the hash browns and put the buttered muffins on the plates as well. She still knew him pretty well. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like the dead," he chuckled. She grabbed the plates and set them on the table before pouring them each a glass of milk. "You look lovely this morning, Jessica."

Jessie smiled at him as she cut into the steak, indulging in the first meal she had actually made in a long time. Living on her own, she was fine with take-out or Ramen noodles, but she had actually missed cooking for someone as appreciative as Keith. 

"This is delicious," Keith grunted as he took a bite of his steak. Jessie smiled at him again and looked down at her plate in thought. "What's the matter, kitten?"

"I…" she started softly before looking up into his deep eyes. "I don't hate you."

"I know, kitten," Keith said softly. He reached across the table and pushed back the stray lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face. "Everyone says harsh words when they're confused."

"I'll need to say good-bye to someone," Jessie mumbled. Keith looked at her with question. "That is, if you still want me to come back to San Fran with you." 

"I do, kitten. Are you sure this is what you want?" Keith asked her. Jessie nodded her head. "I need to hear you say it."

"I want to come back with you," she said softly. 

Keith grinned and leaned over the table to kiss her forehead. "Pleased to hear that, kitten. You can say your good-byes tomorrow then. I have some business to do tomorrow."

"When are you expected back at Raven Brooke?"

"Monday afternoon," Keith told her. "Brooke will be real happy you're coming back."

Jessie smiled as she thought about her best-friend Brooke. She hadn't talked to her in a year, since Raven had disapproved of Jessie leaving and had refused to allow Brooke to call her. Raven was the dark-haired Mistress that had started Raven Brooke a few years back. Keith and Raven had been good friends for years and immediately, he pitched in to help pay for the initial costs of the company and therefore was considered partial owner. The production company was named after Raven and her slave, and Keith allowed it that way since the name had a nice ring to it. 

For the past three years, Raven Brooke had produced over a thousand adult videos specifying in the D/s concepts. Jessie had starred in three of the films last year and wondered if she was actually ready to act again. 

"What about Raven?" Jessie questioned softly. Keith looked at her with disappointment.

"You know how Raven feels. She thinks I'm a fool for coming here to bring you back. But, she'll get over it, I'm sure," Keith explained as he finished his breakfast and grabbed the dishes to put them in the sink. 

"She's never liked me," Jessie grumbled. Keith shook his head and went to take his shower.

By mid-afternoon, Keith was ready to test Jessie again. He went into the living room where she was lying on the couch and watching television and he grabbed the remote control. Jessie frowned at him when he shut the TV off and looked at her playfully. 

"Come into your room, Jessica," he ordered as he went to his girl's bedroom. He now wore dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt and his hair was slicked back with gel. Jessie looked at him with curiosity as she entered the room. 

He reached out and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her toward him with a kiss. His lips found hers in a perfect embrace and she shivered from the touch. She parted her lips and his tongue darted between, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. She purred softly before he pulled her in with a deeper kiss, silencing her. 

"Kneel." His command came swift and quiet and Jessie was unsure she had actually heard it. Yet, instinctively, she felt her knees folding and she knelt before him, her head high with pride and her eyes lowered with respect. Her shoulders were straight and her back arched, her palms faced upwards on her thighs. Keith smiled at her before he turned around and went over to the bed for preparations. Jessie watched with silent obedience as he placed a couple pillows in the center of the bed. The ropes were still tied to each post and he pulled those and set them on the mattress. With a sadistic smile on his lips, Jessie watched as he lit one of the tea candles that sat on her nightstand. 

"Get in position," he ordered as he unbuckled his belt and set it on the nightstand. Jessie stood and neared the bed, her body trembling with fear and excitement. She found herself lying on the bed, her hips raised over the yellow pillows conveniently placed in the center of her feather-bed. She stayed limp as Keith tied her limbs apart to the posts. A handkerchief was then tied over her eyes, leaving her in complete darkness.

Jessie could sense Keith moving around her and she found herself crying. Tears moistened the blindfold, but Keith knew none of this for her cries were silent. She heard the belt buckle sliding across the wood on her nightstand and immediately knew he had grabbed the wretched implement from its resting place. 

The smooth leather touched her back slightly and Keith dragged it down, over her shapely bottom and down her left thigh. Jessie tensed as he dragged it back to her lower back. 

"Oh no," she whispered quietly as she felt the belt lying across her backside suddenly. Her body went frigid as the belt was raised and snapped down wickedly. A line of fire spread across her cheeks and she screamed from the shock of pain. Immediately, the belt was raised again and another line of fire landed right below the first one. She jerked on her bonds. "Please, Sir, stop!" she cried from the intensity.




Raven Brooke Ch. 02



"Silence!" Keith shouted, bring the belt down again. 

"Oh, but I promise to be good!" she cried out. Keith snapped the belt on top the last line of fire with more force. 

"Do you want to be gagged?" The question was simple and silenced Jessie immediately. Her tears started to burn her eyes, but her lips were shut tightly. 

For a couple minutes, Jessie felt nothing. She strained her ears to figure out what was going on around her, but the only sound was her own quickened breath. The darkness from her blindfold gave her a sense of comfort, yet fear. 

Suddenly, a drop of liquid fire dripped on the right side of her bottom and she burst out in renewed tears. The pain seemed unbearable as her left side received the same treatment. As much as she enjoyed heat, it always seemed so intense as it happened and she couldn't help but pull on her binds. 

A few more drops landed on each side, heating up the already-tender flesh. She sobbed harder and tried to thrash around as much as possible, unable to from the tight rope around her wrists and ankles. 

"Lovely," Keith muttered as she wriggled around in front of him, unknowingly teasing him. Unable to hold back, his fingers traveled down between her thighs. Once he found the telltale moisture, he quickly pressed two of his fingers into her, the liquid warming him as he moved them in and out. Her tears stopped. 

"You haven't changed at all, Jessica," Keith said quietly as he pulled his fingers out completely. "My fingers are in front of your lips. Clean them." 

Jessie's mouth opened and her tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness from his fingers. She licked them graciously as he pushed his fingers completely in her mouth for her to suck on. 

As her mouth cleaned his fingers, he reached into the glass he had set on the nightstand and grabbed a small piece of ice. Quietly, he brought the ice to her puss and pressed it against her swollen clit. Jessie found herself thrashing again and she screamed from her hatred of cold. 

Keith was persistent and immediately pushed the small piece of ice between her lips and deep into her, his finger sliding in as well. "Jessica, stop," he said softly as he reached for two more pieces of ice and they immediately followed the last one. 

"Please!" she shouted, having pulled her head away so his fingers dropped from her mouth. Keith's right hand slapped her bottom angrily. 

"For that," he mumbled as he grabbed a larger piece of ice and went completely behind her. His left hand reached out and separated her bottom cheeks, exposing her hidden rosebud. Jessie cried out as the ice neared her quickly as was pushed deep inside. He released hold of her bottom and let her natural body heat work on melting the intruder. 

With another piece of ice in his hand, Keith rubbed the bottom of her feet. The coldness made her cry as he dragged the ice up the arch of her feet and over her heel. She tried to kick as the ice was dragged up her leg, circling on the backs of her knees. Keith slipped the ice between her thighs and circled the coldness in there as well, slowly nearing her puss again. 

He rubbed the ice against her clit as his other hand unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. He dropped them to his ankles and stepped out, his shorts following suit. The piece of ice was then tossed aside as he straddled her, spreading her lips apart to invite him in. 

Jessie sighed as eight inches of hardness entered her from behind. The ice had already melted and now he warmed her up. She was still fighting her battled with the now small piece of ice that seemed to be anally freezing her, but the feeling of Keith within her made her quickly forget the wretched cold. 

Keith pushed his hips forward, entering her as deeply as he could. He quickly found his natural rhythm as he strained to reach his hand underneath to pinch her clit. The small nub was rolled around between his fingers as he found himself nearing climax. 


Jessie could feel his hardness throbbing inside and immediately worked her muscles to stimulate him more. She arched her back more, making him able to thrust deeper.

A cry of relief escaped his lips as the warm fluids filled Jessie. Only a second later the burning in her puss exploded and they came together, her voice crying out to him. 

The room was dark. Jessie was now lying beside Keith, curled up with her head on his chest. The wax had been removed from her backside and she had been cleaned up already. She stayed still, staring at the moonlit window, deep in thought.

Keith had been everything to her just a year before. He had been the person she could talk to and be herself around. Not once had she ever felt like he wasn't worthy of all her attention when they were together. Almost every waking moment was spent with her concentrating on how to please him, how to make him feel lucky to have her around. 

He still made her feel that way. Adrenaline raced through her system as she thought about his strength, his power, his dominance, and his love. He always made her feel like she was someone special, someone to be adored. 

The warmth he gave her deep inside made her realize that she would do anything for this man. Going back with him no longer seemed scary.

Keith could sense that his Jessica was awake now. His eyes wandered to the top of her head, the beautiful strawberry blonde hair that flailed out on his chest. He wanted to pull her up and kiss her again, but thought better of it. She seemed lost in thought. 

He thought about when they had met each other. The second he saw her, he knew he had to have her. She was beautiful and from the way she carried herself, he knew she was something special. She walked around with grace and power, yet her eyes carried a deep innocence he suddenly felt the urge to corrupt. She took care of herself physically, yet he knew that she craved someone who could take care of her emotionally. 

When she had asked him to remove her collar, he had felt horrible. When she walked away from him, walked out of his life, he had felt himself suffering. He craved her near him, craved her submission. His heart ached for days, making him take almost a year off from work so he could travel to Australia to visit his family and get her off his mind. 

His mother had asked him while he was there if he had met anybody special yet. And, he had told her he had. He told her he had caught a beautiful butterfly but she managed to free herself and fly away. 

His mother looked at him sadly for a moment. But, suddenly, a smile crossed her face and she hugged him, whispering a time-honored rule in her son's ear. "If you love someone, let her go. If she returns, it was always meant to be."

Keith smiled as he brought his hand up and rubbed her shoulder gently. She had returned. Despite that he had to fight for her, she was his again and soon planned to collar her to make it official. 

To be continued...



Raven Brooke Ch. 03



“She what? I don’t believe it!” Jim shouted at the producer. “What are we going to do now?” The weekend had passed too slowly for him, but now he finally found himself where he had been craving to be… the set on the beach. All around him, women of all shapes and sizes strolled along the sand, their tanned skin turning gold in the sunlight. He had spent his entire weekend thinking of these women and the beautiful swimsuits that never left much to the imagination. During his entire make-up session, he had stared at the beautiful bikini that had been chosen for Jessie. It was lying on the table next to all the make-up that would have complimented her face well. The bikini was bright red with large black leopard spots scattered across.

“She called yesterday and said she quit,” the statement was repeated.

“Damn it! What about a contract?” Jim asked. The producer shook his head.

“Ended a month ago,” he responded with sadness in his voice. “Our lawyers have been trying to re-negotiate with her for weeks now.

“Damn her! Now what?” Jim asked, feeling awkward in his black trunks.

“We call it an early day and throw on a re-run. We’ll have to hold auditions for a replacement.”

Jessie stared ahead at the road before her and sang along to the radio. The sun beamed brilliantly, forcing her to wear her dark shades. Her long hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and she had tied a red bandana over her hair to keep the sun from frying it. Her red Tommy Hilfiger baby tee had a blue and white stripe on the front and she wore short dark denim shorts that showed off the elegant curves in her legs. Her feet were sandaled. 

Keith had decided to head back and prepare for her yesterday, giving her time to spend on the phone with her friends and to end her job with City Life. She had spent a majority of her last minutes alone at the café with Tiffany as they chatted about the good old days of when they used to go clubbing together. She sighed and pressed the volume button again, making the music drown out the surrounding cars.

“I’m gonna soak up the sun! I’m gonna tell everyone to lighten up!” Jessie cried out with the radio as she reached over and grabbed the soda she had bought from the gas station. She sipped the straw and enjoyed the sweet fizzy Mountain Dew that slid over her tongue.

She was only about five minutes from Keith’s house now and adrenaline raced through her system. She had enjoyed her last day as a free woman, but had missed him terribly since he left yesterday.

Entering the little community Keith had been a part of for years, Jessie smiled as she recognized some of the people in the front yards, working on their cars or goofing off with their kids. She waved to a couple of them when they smiled as she drove by and immediately, she realized how much she hated that she had left them all before. Turning right, she entered the cul-de-sac Keith’s house was located on and she parked in front of his house.

She had been permitted only two suitcases and she grabbed them from the front seat before stepping out of the car. They had agreed she could keep her apartment down south in case this didn’t work out again. But, the second she realized she wanted to stay with him for a long time, she was to close her apartment and move her furniture into storage.

Jessie unlocked the front door with the key she had kept in her purse for the past year and she entered quietly. Keith wasn’t home, which she had known he wouldn’t be, but the emptiness still startled her. His house was set up the same, the furniture still well taken care of – the leather oiled occasionally and the wood polished. The black leather sofa was beautiful with the white carpet and a burgundy leather chair complimented the living room well. She looked past the living room and saw the cherry cedar dining set she had picked out when they lived together and she smiled when she saw the same burgundy placemats on the table, two long black candles in the center along with a bouquet of fresh roses. Keith had never been good at decorating and Jessie had been pleased when he asked her to pick out the furniture and decorations for his house when they first met. He had followed her from shop to shop, watching as she chose deep greens, navy blues, burgundies, and blacks to compliment each other throughout the house. The kitchen was done in a deep gold with black accents and the bathroom had been done the exact opposite. The only area Jessie didn’t touch was the basement, Keith’s domain. She had been down there with him numerous times, but it was set up to his liking, not hers.

Satisfied that Keith had kept the house the way she had designed it, Jessie immediately climbed the round staircase in front of the door to go to her room. The house had three bedrooms upstairs. One was converted into an office, one was the Master bedroom with an adjoined bath, and the other was a guest room. Keith had told Jessie the guest room was now hers, as she would only join him in his room when he saw fit.

The guest room hadn’t been changed from the original blue and green design. There was still a nightstand, dresser, and down-feather bed. It was always beautiful, but nowhere near as nice as the Master bedroom done up in black satin, with mirrors along the ceiling.

Jessie set her bags on the bed and immediate went to work transferring her clothes and personal items to the dresser and nightstand. She had been allowed to bring a few casual clothes, but had been informed she would go right back to the black leather and silk outfits that had been purchased for her before. 

When her items were put away and her suitcases neatly under the bed, Jessie quickly showered and changed into her sheer black mini-dress and stockings with her black heels. Her hair was blow dried and pulled up and clipped, the strands flowing down her head, curled into ringlets. She applied a bit of mascara and lipstick before spraying herself with a vanilla body spray. She knew she looked beautiful as she walked out to the living room and knelt beside the leather chair to wait for Keith’s return.

Keith unlocked his front door and entered his house, sensing Jessie’s presence immediately. He had seen her car out front, but hadn’t really felt the contentment until he saw her kneeling for him from the corners of his eyes. Immediately, he wanted to rush to her with a kiss, but knew the obligations of being a Master wouldn’t allow that. Instead, he walked past her and climbed the stairs to his room to shower and change. 

Jessie filled with disappointment when she heard the stairs being climbed. She had kept her eyes lowered, hoping he would come to her and praise her for waiting for him respectfully. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to hold back a rush of tears that demanded to push forth. She knew he enjoyed making her crave him, long for him, and that it was what he was doing now. But, why couldn’t he have looked at her at least? She heard the shower running and shook her head slightly, wondering what it is she should do to please him. She wanted to run upstairs and join him, help lather the foamy soap up and down his body, clean him with her tongue – but instead, she knelt and impatiently waited for him to return.

Keith took his time showering and changing into black khakis and a white T-shirt. He knew his Jessica well and realized how much he was annoying her right now and that made him smile. He loved to test her patience, her self control.

After changing, he went back downstairs and walked past her again, grabbing the phone in the dining room. Jessie listened to the beeps of the numbers he dialed and sighed softly from a renewal of her disappointment. 

“Raven, it’s Keith. Dinner’s at six,” he said into the phone before hanging up and heading into the kitchen. Jessie heard him open the fridge. 

She stared at the floor, needing him to say something to her. Tears welled in her eyes as she bit her lip angrily. 

“Stand.” The order was quick and quiet and it took Jessie a minute before she realized she had been ordered. She stood up immediately, keeping her hands behind her back, grasping opposite wrists. Her head held high with her eyes lowered and her legs spread a foot was the position she had been used to when she lived here before. Keith smiled. “Come here and greet me correctly.”

Jessie quickly went to stand before him in the living room. She quickly folded to her knees in front of his feet and waited with her head dropped low for him to tell her to get up. He did. When she stood in front of him, she leaned up and kissed his cheek gently, the one thing she was permitted to do to him without permission and Keith smiled while he ran his fingers through her hair. 

“We have guests expected for dinner. There are enough things in the kitchen to make your parmesan chicken,” Keith told her. “It should be done by six.” With that, he turned from her and headed upstairs to his office. Jessie stood still and watched as he walked away, tears forming behind her eyes. She knew what to expect, she knew she would spend a lot of her time serving him in a wifely fashion, not only as a love slave. She sighed and walked to the kitchen to begin making dinner for Keith’s guests.

There was a knock on the door at five-thirty. Jessie quickly wiped her hands on the towel beside her before running to the door to answer. She knew who it was and she knew how to answer. Immediately, she peered through the peek-hole and confirmed her suspicions before she opened the door. 

Raven stood impatiently as Jessie opened the door. She was five-ten and very fit. She was known for having a slim, cat-like figure with large breasts. Her jet black hair was straight and waist-length, complimenting her smooth olive skin along with the full-body black leather dress she was wearing, a slit up the side to her thigh. Her irises were so dark; her eyes nearly looked like she had giant pupils. Raven looked at Jessie with a smirk and stepped past her, into the living room. Jessie smiled at the young woman who followed her Mistress obediently. 

Brooke was petite, about five-three. She had shoulder-length blonde ringlets and bright green eyes. Brooke wore a light pink mini-dress with white stockings and pink heels. She smiled at her friend, not able to resent her the way her Mistress did.

“How long?” Raven’s deep feminine voice suddenly spoke out at Jessie. Jessie’s eyes shifted to the owner of Raven Brooke with question. 

“Miss, I don’t…” Jessie started.

“How long until you plan on crushing him again?” Raven asked, her voice softer than the cold look she gave Jessie. 

“I’m not doing that again,” Jessie said defiantly, her eyes flaring with anger. Raven’s laugh came quick and high, obviously mocking Jessie. 

“Keith!” Raven called up the stairs before turning to her slave. “Brooke, help Jessica finish.” Jessie and Brooke went to the kitchen quickly while Raven started up the stairs. Jessie’s eyes were moist with anger and frustration as she opened the oven to check up on her chicken. 

“I missed you,” Brooke whispered to her friend. Jessie smiled and turned around to hug her gently. “Mistress did too, she’s just protective of Sir Keith.”

“No talking, girls,” Keith said softly when he entered the kitchen. He didn’t mind his Jessica talking to other subs normally, but he suddenly felt like she was in training all over again and would have to earn that right. Both girls silently went back to preparing dinner. Keith reached in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Merlot before heading back to the living room to entertain his guest. 

“I don’t understand why you even went to fetch her,” Raven said quietly. 

“Yes, you do,” Keith told her as he handed her a glass of the sweet red wine. “You know what she means to me and I know what she means to you too.” 

“She means nothing after being so insolent!” Raven cried angrily.

“She will earn her place with us again,” Keith argued. Raven nodded slowly and looked up at him. “There was once a time you loved her too.”

“She has to be punished for what she’s done,” Raven said suddenly. “My punishment to her will come soon enough.”

Keith wouldn’t let any normal Dominant ever mention punishing his slave, but Raven was different. Raven always had a special place in his heart. He turned to see the girls setting the food on the table quietly. 

Keith and Raven stood up and went to the dining room to sit down. Jessie stood beside her Sir’s chair and served the food onto his plate as Brooke poured him a glass of wine. The girls quickly moved to the other side of the table and served Raven the same way before they went to stand by the wall and wait for an order. 

Regular meals, Jessie was permitted to eat with her Sir, but for special occasions, she waited until he was done unless told otherwise. 

After eating and cleaning the dinner mess, both girls joined their Dominants in the living room. Jessie knelt beside Keith’s chair with respect and Brooke knelt in front of her Mistress. As Keith talked to Raven, his hand absent-mindedly played with his Jessica’s hair. Raven watched him and saw the contentment in his eyes and immediately decided she could try to give Jessie another chance. If Jessie was what made her best friend happy, then she would have to learn to accept her. 

“Let’s go downstairs,” Keith said suddenly as he and Raven stood up and headed toward the basement. Jessie and Brooke followed behind immediately, keeping their eyes lowered as they descended the stairs into the basement. 

The cement walls had been painted black. On the floor, black ceramic tiles were laid down, white marble-like swirls a soft accent. Jessie looked up at the wall where all her Sir’s toys hung. There were a couple leather sofas near that wall as well. Adjacent to that, there was a wall with shackles and restraints bolted in tightly. The third wall had all the collapsible furniture against it… a couple spanking benches, a cross, and a love-swing. There were chains hanging from the beams above them for suspension and Jessie remembered those well. In the center of the room, there was a large cage, big enough for up to four standing slaves. In the corner of the room was another room with caged walls, a cell for a naughty sub to sleep. Jessie remembered some subs finding themselves locked in there for hours during her Sir’s private parties. 

Keith sat on one of the sofas immediately and nodded at Raven. She smiled and directed the girls to the center of the sitting area. 

“Strip,” she hissed in their ears. Both girls immediately peeled their mini-dresses off over their heads. Jessie had worn a black thong and she slipped the delicate material down her legs. Raven took their clothes from them and tossed them on one of the sofas. She looked at the two beautiful slaves who stood in stockings and heels, one in black, the other in white and pink. She smiled and walked over to the wall, grabbing a riding crop from its place. “Present yourself!”

Both girls slipped their hands behind their backs, grabbing opposite wrists and thrusting their breasts forward. They spread their legs a foot apart and raised her heads proudly, their eyes lowered to the floor. The tip of Raven’s crop brushed against Jessie’s right nipple and she saw her nipples harden. Gasping softly, she shut her eyes. 

She walked behind Jessie and pressed gently on her lower back. “Bend.” Jessie bent forward, trying her best to gain balance in her heels. The crop snapped the inside of her left thigh. “Further.” Jessie bent further, nearly falling. Raven immediately slipped her right index finger into Jessie’s puss and wriggled it back and forth. The immediate sexual excitement made Jessie fall forward and land on her hands and knees. Raven’s shrill laugh filled the room. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Jessie’s hair, tugging it up sharply so Jessie would immediately stand. Still holding onto the strawberry blonde hair, Raven led her to the restraining wall. Stretching her arms above and apart, Raven restrained Jessie easily. She snapped her fingers and Brooke ran to restrain her friend’s ankles. The cement wall felt cold against Jessie’s back and she found herself on the verge of tears all over again. 

“No,” she cried softly, knowing something painful was coming. Raven snapped her head, staring at Jessie with shock. Immediately, Jessie felt the sting of Raven’s crop on the inside of her thigh again. 

“Ten,” Keith said, his deep voice filled with disappointment. Immediately, Raven’s crop snapped down on Jessie’s other thigh. Jessie bit her lip firmly as it snapped down on her other thigh again. The snap alternated eight more times, each snap harder than the other one. 

Jessie wanted to cry out that she was sorry, that she didn’t mean to speak out against Raven, but she didn’t dare. The tears dripping down her cheeks were enough apologies. Raven kissed Jessie’s tear-streaked cheek softly before heading back to the sitting area. She reached up on the shelf and grabbed a little gold chest. Opening it slowly, she reached in and grabbed two pairs of gold nipple clamps. She looked at Brooke and nodded.

Jessie watched through half open eyes as Brooke smiled and jumped up from her spot near Jessie’s ankles. She sprinted to her Mistress and assumed the position before her, thrusting her breasts out further than normal. Brooke had been the only sub Jessie had ever known that craved nipple torture. She grinned seductively as Raven reached over and pinched her nipple between her fingers and twisted. Only a small flinch of pain crossed over her face as each nipple was clamped tightly. 

Raven then grabbed the other set of clamps and headed over to Jessie, holding the chain the linked Brooke’s hard nipples together, pulling her as if by leash. Jessie hated clamps. She hated any extreme nipple sensation, good or bad and immediately started crying before her nipples were even touched. 

Raven flicked her nipple with her fingers roughly before she clamped the first one down tightly, letting the cold gold metal bite down on her tender nipple. Jessie clenched her teeth to keep from crying out as the other clamp was snapped down. “Oh,” she cried out when Raven flicked each clamp roughly. 

“Naughty little bitch,” Raven hissed. She flicked them again. Jessie hung her head in shame and excitement. “That’s right, you are a naughty little bitch, aren’t you?” Jessie bit back a sob. Raven reached up and flicked her nipple really hard, making her cry out. “Answer me when I talk to you! You are a naughty little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Jessie whispered softly. 

“I didn’t hear you,” Raven growled, tugging on the same clamp she had just flicked. 

“Yes! Yes Miss!” Jessie cried. Raven released her hold on the clamp and smiled with satisfaction.

“She needs pl…” Keith started.

“Damn it, I know what she needs!” Raven shouted, spinning around and Keith. She hated her power trip getting interrupted. Keith’s eyes darkened and he nodded for her to continue what she was doing. 

Flustered, Raven looked at Brooke and snapped her fingers. Brooke went to her immediately and knelt before her, her face brilliantly gleaming with excitement. “Go ahead,” Raven urged. Brooke moved in front of Jessie and stuck her tongue out its entire length, curling it at the tip. She leaned in slowly, giving Jessie the anxiety rush before her tongue flicked at the swollen clit. Jessie felt a chill crawl up her body as Brooke lapped at her puss, giving her goose bumps. 

Keith neared the girls slowly. Jessie risked gazing in his eyes, lust adding gasoline to the fires within her. Brooke pushed her face deeply into Jessie’s pussy, her luscious lips sucking deeply on Jessie’s clit.

“Oh no,” Jessie whispered inaudibly as she felt her body shaking with pleasure. Keith tapped Brooke on the head and immediately, Brooke backed off a few feet and lowered her head, her face wet with Jessie’s sweet juices. Keith smiled at Brooke as he slipped three of his fingers deeply inside his Jessica’s pussy, wiggling his thumb against her clit earnestly. 




Raven Brooke Ch. 03



“Oh, Sir, can I cum?” she begged as her body began shaking. She tugged at her restraints, but he didn’t let up.

“Not yet,” Keith whispered. He pulled his fingers from her and began rolling her clit back and forth in between his index finger and thumb. 

“Oh, Sir, please?” Jessie beseeched her Sir, her eyes wide open with tears dripping down her cheeks. “I can’t hold it!”

“Not yet!” Keith shouted, jamming his fingers back within her as he tugged gently on the chain that linked her breasts. Raven stepped up to where Jessie was sprawled out and leaned in to kiss her deeply, her tongue toying with Jessie’s tongue. 

Jessie wriggled around, her body overtaken by pure ecstasy as Raven’s tongue wiggled back and forth on the roof of her mouth. Keith’s thumb applied pressure to Jessie’s clit and he began wiggling his fingers deep inside her. 

“Cum for me, slave,” he ordered. Jessie immediately felt herself shake with orgasm, the adrenaline rush burning her stomach. She tilted her head back and cried out with pleasure, her cries quickly turning to screams as Keith continued wiggling his fingers. Finally, he stopped and pulled his fingers from his Jessica slowly. Raven stepped back as Keith raised his three fingers to Jessica’s nose and watched as she inhaled deeply. “Clean them.” The order was short and simple, but immediately Jessica took her Sir’s fingers in her mouth and curled her tongue around them, cleaning the sweet stickiness from his strong hands. 

Raven grabbed Brooke by the shoulder and lifted her up to stand before her. Brooke smiled and received her Mistress’s kiss passionately.

“We need to talk,” Keith mumbled behind Raven’s shoulder and immediately Raven released her slave. Keith smiled at Brooke and patted her head gently. “Clean Jessica up and release her from her binds. I want to see both of you kneeling in the center of this room when I get back.” He and Raven went upstairs. 

Once they were upstairs, Raven turned to him with anger. “What?” she demanded. Keith shook his head. 

“The way you spoke to me downstairs was unnecessary,” he told her in reason. Raven looked down. “Let’s go up to my bedroom. Lead the way.” He watched as her tight ass, covered by the long leather dress, swayed back and forth as she climbed the stairs in front of him. She entered his room and turned to glare at him as he entered. “Take off my belt.”

“I’ve missed you,” Brooke said softly as she helped Jessie from her restraints after cleaning her up.

“I did too,” Jessie whispered. The girls went to the center of the dark room and knelt as they were told to, smiling at each other with warmth.

“He hasn’t been the same since you left,” Brooke commented, relaxing for a moment to stretch her legs forward before folding them beneath her again. “He’s been kind of withdrawn and hasn’t been with anybody else.”

“Why wasn’t he that devoted to me when I was here?” Jessie grumbled quietly.

“He was. You need to realize something, Jess,” Brooke whispered. “He was your Master. His pleasure comes first.”

“You think I was selfish for leaving,” Jessie whispered back.

“A little bit, yes, I do. I think you should have found a way to please him deeper to keep him yours.”

“I don’t like sharing,” Jessie whispered. She dropped her head and stared at the floor. “Besides, I’m back now.”

“I know,” Brooke gleamed. “We’re happy to have you back. Raven missed you too.” Jessie grunted and shook her head. “What?”

“She doesn’t act like it,” she pouted. 

“Well, she…” Brooke started.

“Didn’t I tell you girls not to talk?” Keith’s voice broke in. Both girls immediately stared forward, fear etched on their faces. “I don’t know what I have to do with you girls to get you to obey!” 

Keith walked to his shelf and grabbed two large plugs from a basket. He turned and looked at the girls who both stared at him with fear. He stared hard at Jessie until she dropped her eyes before he shook his head and neared them again. 

“Stand up,” he told them firmly. Both girls assumed their position and stood proud, but scared. “Bend over.” Keith dipped each plug in lubricant before he pushed on Jessie’s back to hold her bent. The plug pressed against her bum’s pink opening and he pushed it in firmly. 

“Oh no,” Jessie cried softly, in almost a gasp instead of words. The large plug soon found itself pressed in firmly, the ringed end the only visible thing left. Keith then moved to Brooke and stretched her hole with the same torture. 

“Don’t let these fall out,” he ordered, knowing it would tire them to hold them inside. He went to the center cage and opened the door. “In.”

Both girls stepped in. Keith directed them to press their backs on opposite sides of the cage, staring at each other with only two feet of space in between them. Both girls sighed miserably as their arms were stretched above their heads and handcuffed to separate corners of the top. Their ankles were then cuffed to separate corners of the bottom of the cage as well. Keith grabbed two thin chains and smiled at the slaves who stood with misery. 

One chain was attached to the small chain that held Jessie’s clamps together. That chain was thread between her legs and through the ring in the plug she clamped tightly, and then was attached to the cage she had her back against, holding her in place. Brooke received the same treatment. Keith immediately let his right fingers travel to Jessie’s pussy, rubbing her clit softly, letting her juices drip down her thigh. He then turned to Brooke and did the same, twirling her clit between his fingers until she was as excited as his slave before he turned around and went back up to Raven. 

The girls stared at each other with lust, craving for the other one to rub her until she came loudly. Jessie thrust her hips a little against the chain that was thread between her lips, and cried out when it pulled on her clamps.

Brooke found herself crying as well, wishing she could push the plug out for a bit of relief. Both girls stared at each other, finding the sight of a naked restrained slave before them, only feet away rather exciting. 

Keith looked at Raven as she lay face down on the bed, crying into his pillow. He had given her thirty vicious licks with his belt. Fifteen on her swollen cheeks, five between her cheeks, and an additional five on each thigh. She had begged him for mercy, but as usual, Keith gave her none. 

A powerful Dominatrix, Raven was strong-willed and very creative. But, the few times she found herself submitting to Keith privately, she had discovered she was a weak submissive. She would cry a lot sooner than the girls would, and beg for mercy, when she was so quick to beat Brooke if she pleaded with her. 

Raven turned and saw Keith standing in the doorway again and she sobbed harder, ashamed and embarrassed. 

“Get dressed and come join me for dessert,” he offered, his firm voice sounding more like an order. Raven stood up and slipped into her leather dress again, thankful when Keith helped zip her back up. She went to his bathroom to wash her face with cold water before she joined him downstairs for pecan pie and ice cream, a favorite southern dessert of hers that she had grown up eating when she lived in Texas. 

“The girls are being punished,” Keith informed her as she sat lightly on a soft, dining room chair while he placed her snack before her. “I’m leaving them bound for another hour.”

“Don’t wear them out too well,” Raven whispered. “I want them starring in a flick tomorrow. They need to be unmarked.”

“They’ll be fine by tomorrow. I left them with more of a desire than a punishment,” Keith explained. “I didn’t whip them. They’ll look wonderful tomorrow.”

Raven smiled warmly at her best friend and nodded her head, her eyes still a little sore from crying so hard. As much as she resented him when he felt she needed to be punished, she loved him deeply as well.



Raven Brooke Ch. 04



Jessie stared at the television in defiance. She was sitting around a large oak table with Keith, Raven, Brooke, and three of the co-directors that worked for Raven Brooke. Keith pressed rewind and played the tape again. 

“See where you just seem to slip out of it?” Keith pointed out. “At the beginning of the scene, you really make us feel like you’re an innocent maid and everything is all new to you. Then, your reactions and facial movements make us realize you’re the experienced Jessica.”

“You can only play innocent for so long,” Jessica complained as she crossed her arms and glared at the image of herself on television. Her slim body was stretched upwards, her arms held by suspension cords from the ceiling. Her hair had been brushed down and the silkiness circled her waist as her head flew backwards when the next muted snap of the quirt kissed a line of fire across the back of her thighs. Jessie shook her head and glared over at Keith. 

“Jessica, I’ve seen you on tape before! You’re one hell of an actress! You weren’t trying,” Keith argued, glaring down at his sub. Jessie pushed her bottom lip out instinctively and sat pouting, waiting for his outburst to subside. 

“Jessica, our members are waiting for your first flick in a year. Your section of the site has been over-trafficked for three days now since you came back. We need this scene to go perfect,” Raven tried explaining as she took the seat next to Jessie and looked at her with pleading eyes. Jessie shook her head and looked at the floor. “How are her welts?” 

“Almost gone,” Keith answered.

“Then we’ll shoot again on Friday,” Raven concluded as she stood up and looked at Jessica with annoyance. “I hate having to re-shoot, but she ruined it.”

“You can’t do this!” Jessie shouted as she jumped up and glared at Raven. Raven rolled her eyes and turned to leave the office. Jessie turned to Keith. “Not so soon! I can’t take it!”

“Yes, you can, kitten,” Keith said softly, looking at her sadly. He had hoped she would jump right back into her acting and the shoot would go perfectly. 

“No, I can’t! Tell her she can’t! Please, Sir, I can’t!” Jessie cried. Keith shook his head in disappointment as he looked at the other three directors that were still sitting at the table. He turned and left the office quickly. 

Jessie turned to the directors. “Please, tell them to hold off!” The thought about that nasty little thing whipping down, leaving lines of fire across her skin again so soon made her gasp for air.

“What an insolent sub,” one of the directors remarked quietly and the other co-directors stood up and they all left. Jessie looked at Brooke with sadness. 

“We can do it again, Jess,” Brooke offered softly as she smiled at her best friend. Jessie shook her head and stood silently. “Just pretend you’re ‘nilla and the shoot will go great!” Brooke’s smile seemed contagious and Jessie found herself unable to scowl. 

The office door opened again and Raven slithered in quietly. She looked at Brooke and snapped her fingers, smiling with satisfaction as the young slut knelt before her. Raven then turned to Jessie.

“Keith is your Sir and deserves your respect and obedience, Jessica. That is true. His word is law with you. But, I am your employer, your producer and I will not have you thinking my word means nothing. When I say you will do the shoot again, you will do the shoot again,” Raven hissed angrily. “I will not sit by and let you plead with Keith to argue with me, much less plead with a bunch of idiot wannabe directors in my absence!”

“I’m s…” Jessie started.

“Silence!” Raven growled as the back of her hand came in contact with Jessie’s cheek. Jessie immediately dropped her head in shame, bringing her hand to her burning cheek, tears fighting to escape her eyelids. “You will do the shoot tomorrow and I am making it my personal duty to make sure you look like you are in unexpected pain!” With that, Raven turned around and left the office, motioning for Brooke to follow her. “Your Sir and I are both very disappointed in you,” was the last thing Jessie heard before the office door slammed shut again. 

Jessie wiped her eyes and looked around the small office she now felt lonely in. She pushed the chairs into the table and shut the television off quietly. She could hear Keith’s voice outside of the office, talking with one of the writers and she realized he was going back to work like nothing had happened. With regret of her behavior, Jessie turned and walked to the corner of the room. She placed her hands behind her back and held her wrists as she stared at the rose colored paint on the wall before her. She wore a red halter top and black slacks with sandals, her hair brushed out down her back with a small braid on the side. 

She stood feeling sorry. It wasn’t self pity that engulfed her emotions, but the strong regret that she not only disobeyed a rule she had been given, but she had humiliated the man who meant the most to her. 

After an hour, Jessie finally heard the office door open again. She held her breath and stared at the wall, wondering who had invaded her cocoon of sadness. 

“Come here.” Keith’s voice was calm and quiet, the order more of a comfort. His eyes still held a bit of the disappointment he had felt earlier, but pride warmed his heart when he saw her standing in the corner on her own free will. She knelt before him, her head lowered in self-disappointment and he smiled sadly at his little sub. “Stand up.”

Jessie stood before her Sir, feeling worse than she had before he entered the office. His love and affection for her always made her feel worse when she disobeyed him and suddenly, she felt the urge to bend over the table and take a few snaps of that damned whip just to make him happy with her again. Keith looked at her thoughtfully. 

“How does Japanese sound?” he asked. Jessie looked at him with shock, having already decided she wouldn’t argue when the command to take off his belt came. 

“Japanese, Sir?” she questioned, a little confused from the change of subject.

“For lunch, kitten,” he added with a chuckle. His light hair was slicked to the side and Jessie stared into his handsome face. 

“You aren’t mad?” she asked in shock. 

“Fuming, baby, but we still have to eat,” he said casually, humor jumping in his voice. Jessie looked down, feeling even worse for having upset her wonderful Sir.

“Japanese sounds great,” she admitted as they turned to go to lunch.

Keith knew it was going to take awhile to mold her back into the type of woman he wanted to spend forever with. He wasn’t going to push her too hard too fast this time.

Jim stared at his soda can. The Dr. Pepper symbol staring him back in the face. He wasn’t sure what to do. Jessie had just up and quit the show without batting one her gorgeous eyes, caring only about herself. She always seemed so selfish. Jim set his can on the coffee table and leaned forward on the couch, resting his elbows on the top of his thighs. His head rested in his hands. What was it about her that he liked so much? She hadn’t ever said a pleasant thing about anyone else. She never even said so much as a thank you when he helped her escape from some kind of trouble she had gotten herself in. 

Annoyed, he leaned back in the couch again, shutting his eyes tightly. “I don’t believe her,” he mumbled inaudibly before he shook his head slowly. A vision of her dressed in the bright red cocktail dress she had worn six months ago at the company Christmas party came to his mind. The dress was a fishtail that hugged every curve of her body, fitting her like a second skin. She had worn black heels and her hair had been brushed down to her waist, bouncy ringlets scattered throughout. He sighed softly and opened his eyes. Someone had knocked on his door.

Standing up and brushing the wrinkles from his dress shirt, he went to answer the door. 

“Hi, sorry we’re a little late,” Lynn’s voice sang through the apartment. She stood in light blue denim shorts that seemed a little too short to Jim. For a shirt, she wore a teal bikini top with a transparent white blouse over it, the buttons undone. Her blonde hair styled in a sweep and she wore bright red lipstick and blue eye shadow. Jim winced as he welcomed her in. Avery pounced past them and ran into the living room to turn the television on. 

“Why were you late?” Jim asked his ex-wife angrily. Lynn grinned, popping the gum in her mouth as she did so. A question of why he ever fell in love with her crossed his mind bug he ignored it and glared at her.

“I was getting my nails done,” she said carelessly as she looked past him and into the living room. Their five-year-old daughter was dancing in front of the television, singing along to the theme song for Dragon Tales. “Besides, what does it matter to you? She’s here, ain’t she?” 

Jim shook his head and crossed his arms, frowning at her. 

“I’ll be here to pick her up Sunday at six,” she said and left, her clogs clicking on the cement sidewalk in front of his townhouse. He closed the door harshly behind her and turned to go see his daughter. 

Keith sat on his chair, the well oiled aroma of leather tickling his senses. His hand absent-mindedly toyed with strands of Jessie’s hair as she knelt beside him, the weak sunlight that seeped through the think cracks in the blinds warming her exposed skin. Keith was planning her party for Saturday night. The welts from Friday will have faded by then and the remaining marks would leave her even more beautiful to him than she already was. He planning an extravagant evening for her welcome back, and that night, he planned to request her to wear his collar again. He knew that if she kept the state of mind she was currently in, she would accept immediately and no longer be only his pet, but his full-time slave.

He looked down to see her gazing up at him in question. His silence made her wonder what was on his mind. He smiled reassuringly and thought about who he would invite to Saturday’s party. Raven would definitely be there. But, he would also have to invite a few of the other Dominants that regularly starred in their flicks. The Dominants would indeed bring their pets. His excitement grew as he thought about the outfit his lovely could wear while she served them all at dinner. A sigh escaped his lips as he thought about her slim, petite frame in gold. 

Jessie’s hands were held behind her back by a pair of silver handcuffs. Her hair was braided back and her Sir continually played with it. She had light sienna eye shadow highlighting her eyes and her pouty lips were glossed in light pink. She looked exquisite as she knelt there and she knew it, proudly thrusting her breasts out further as though someone was there to see her. 

Keith stood and went to the coffee table. He moved the candle set from the center and set it on an end table. “Come here, kitten,” he ordered softly and watched as Jessie stood and walked to him. “Kneel on the table.”

Jessie climbed onto the table as best she could with her hands clasped behind her. She knelt on the table, her knees spread wide as she knew was expected. Keith’s hand touched the back of her neck and he pushed her head forward to rest on the table in front of her knees. Jessie’s back naturally arched and her hips were pushed up high. 

Keith traced his finger down her spine to her tailbone, growing hard from the sight of Jessie wiggling from the sensation. He gazed at her for a moment before going back to his chair and sitting down, her exposed bottom pointing his way. His eyes wandered up and down her moist pussy as he sat there thinking about collaring her. 

“Jessica, what is it you want out of this?” Keith questioned quietly as Jessie lay exposed. Her knees started to ache from the hard wood beneath them but she didn’t complain. “What do you want from our relationship?”

Jessie didn’t know. She racked her mind, thinking of a way to respond. What did she want? Was it his love? She was afraid to think about falling completely in love with him again. Was it his power? She knew he wasn’t the only man that could overpower her. Was it his natural dominance? She shut her eyes tightly and tried to think of a way to respond. 

“Jessica?” Keith questioned again, his voice sharper. 

“To be taught how to please you, Sir,” Jessie mumbled softly, knowing full well that she wanted that. She needed to please him. Keith became quiet again as he thought about shoving three of his fingers deeply inside her. He stood up and walked over to the table. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the key to unlock her cuffs. Her arms didn’t drop immediately as she kept them behind her as if she still had no choice. He smiled at her obedience.

“You can drop your hands,” he told her, chuckling softly when she did so. He pushed her bottom up a little higher and reached in between her legs to grab one of the now-freed hands. He pulled it slowly back between her legs and rested it against her warm pussy. “Please yourself for me.”

Jessie’s hand rubbed up and down slowly, caressing and soothing her smooth puss. Keith watched as she absently pushed a finger into herself, the liquids starting to drip down the back of her hand. She wriggled her fingers back and forth, pressing against her sweet spot within, feeling a shudder rack through her body as she touched the right area. Pulling her hand out, she slipped two fingers in and repeated her movements. Keith loved touching her, feeling her moisture, making her scream until she reached orgasm, thrusting her body wildly until it subsided. But, he found it tantalizing to watch her do it herself. He grinned as her thumb began rolling around on top of her clit, tickling her nerves blissfully.

“You’re such a good little slut,” Keith growled at her as she subconsciously rolled her hips back and forth, fucking herself deeply. She pulled her hand away and returned it with three fingers inside this time, wiggling the tips of them to send jolts to all the right areas. 

“Ah,” she cried softly, in complete agony over the pleasure that started in the pit of her stomach and demanded to pour outwards. She shuddered and turned her head, laying her cheek against the warm wood, her eyes at her Sir who stood nearby. “Please?” she mouthed, feeling the fiery need for release. Keith shook his head slowly and watched as her fingers started an in and out fucking motion again. Tears escaped her eyes as she removed her thumb from her clit, no longer able to keep it there without going over the edge.

“Oh no!” she cried, hardly able to hold back the orgasm that rolled within her. She screamed and gripped the table with her free hand, her body shaking with the sobs that now escaped, unable to hide her need for release. Keith went to her and slapped her hand away from her puss, watching as she dropped it to the table with exhaustion. He pressed his four fingers together and immediately slipped them inside his pet’s puss, pulling them back and pushing them in again repeatedly. He used such force, it sent shocks down her spine and she once again cried for release.

“Cum for me, kitten,” he finally said and she immediately allowed herself to be pushed over the edge of complete bliss, screaming with the intensity of the burn. Her hips thrust back as he continued pounding her, his hand easily sliding in and out up to his thumb. 

When he stopped, she stayed in position, completely exhausted. Tears streaked her cheeks and her tender puss was dripping with her own liquids. Keith watched as it throbbed before him and he reached down to tease the tip of her clit. She pulled forward and screamed, needing a minute of rest before she could handle any more pleasure. He laughed and turned to clean himself up. 

Jessie stood in her bathrobe, stirring together the mushroom soup and sour cream for her stroganoff. She had just been permitted to soak in the tub for an hour before she had to make supper. She had lay stiff as stone as the hot water made her body tingle. Every so often, she would spread her thighs wide, bringing her knees up out of the water to let the hot water rush inside her. Now, she stood in the kitchen with a grin on her face, holding back from separating her robe and running her fingers back and forth along her still-tender puss. 

As she served Keith’s dinner, she grinned at him and kissed his cheek before going around to her chair and serving her own food. He sipped his drink and watched as she immediately dived into the delicious food she had made, feeding only one of the hungers she still suffered.

“We’re having a party on Saturday,” Keith informed her with a smile. She smiled back and continued eating, unable to stop slipping forkfuls into her mouth. She needed to stay busy or she’d jump across the table and tackle him. She would beg him to let her please him this time, as she’d drop to her knees before him and open her mouth, craving that he fill it. 

Keith knew what she wanted and he knew he wanted it as well, but he wanted to take this slower. He stared at her and shook his head with a grin before he went back to eating the food she lovingly prepared for him. 

Jessie stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. It was only nine, but Keith had ordered her to get plenty of rest for her re-shoot tomorrow. Her wrists had been tied above her head because Keith knew her well enough to know that sometime throughout the night, her hands would have found themselves between her thighs again. 

The fear of the shoot started to tease her senses as she realized that she would be starring in a flick every month now for as long as she was told to stay in Raven Brooke. She knew that most films wouldn’t be quite as in depth as this one. They wanted to make this film special, a huge welcome back to her. The members of Raven Brooke’s internet site would purchase her newest video immediately, hundreds of copies going out within the first month – only because it was her first one in a year.

Was she ready for all this again? She hadn’t been ready for it the first time, she knew that, but was she ready now?

She thought about City Life. Poor Jim didn’t even know she was quitting until he got to work and found out, she was sure. Hopefully, he wasn’t too disappointed in her. She didn’t want to call him and tell him because she didn’t know what to say. What would she say to him? “Hi, Jim, this is Jessie. Oh, by the way, I decided to become a sex slut again, see you around?” 

She sighed and looked over at the clock again. How was she supposed to get any sleep knowing she was going to be suspended and whipped again in only 12 hours? She silenced her tears and tried to doze off, but the constant thinking about doing so wasn’t helping. 

She wanted to call Jim. She needed to call him! Why did she have to be bound to her bed? Why couldn’t she get up freely and make a call? Why did she have to lay here and wait until Keith unties her in the morning? 

Avery was tucked away now. Jim went into his office quietly and shut the door behind him. He wanted to check his email before he crawled into bed to escape the pounding headache all his stress was causing him. 

A letter waited for him in his email and he clicked it open, smiling when he saw it was from Sherry. 

Jim,

I know it’s been ages since we last talked and I’m sorry. I received a call this evening, inviting me to attend a dinner party on Saturday in San Francisco. I was asked to bring my submissive with me, but Kylie is away visiting family this week. Would you like to come with as a friend?

Jim stared at the letter and sighed before hitting reply and accepting Sherry’s invitation. They had met three years ago at a munch. They had gotten to know each other well, but lost contact over the past year. Seeing her again would be great.

“You look beautiful,” Raven told Brooke as she stood before her Mistress in the same French maid outfit she had worn earlier that week for the first shoot. She curtsied prettily before her Mistress and flipped her hair behind her back. Raven turned to look at Jessie, who stood in an identical outfit near Keith.




Raven Brooke Ch. 04



The dress was a very short black mini-dress with a small white apron over the front. There were heels and stockings that went beautifully with the outfits and both girls had their hair pulled back in a curly ponytail, their make-up expertly drawn on their faces. 

“Brooke, I need you to help me make this look realistic,” she said.

Jessie was pouting. She hated the outfit and she hated the shoot. Oh, and she hated Raven Brooke. She stomped her foot again and Keith turned around and gave her another look of warning before he turned back to the writer he was talking with. Raven walked over to Jessie and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to where Brooke waited. Raven was to be the Dominatrix in the flick, and she looked beautiful in her black leather dress. She wore long, slim leather boots that went above her knees and her black hair was pulled back in a beautiful French braid. 

“We’re starting now,” Raven called to Keith as she set the girls up on the set they’d made for this flick. It was an office set, beautifully done in hunter green and burgundy velvets, old books lining the shelves, and a lovely desk set up. Brooke was handed a feather duster and told to dust the books, while Jessie was to be bringing in the afternoon tea as Raven sat at her desk and worked on papers. 

The lights shown on the set and Brooke started dusting immediately. Jessie opened the door and entered the set, carrying a silver tray filled covered in an antique tea set that had cost Raven Brooke a pretty penny. Jessie bent to set the tea set down on the cart beside the desk, but slipped and dumped the tea all over the papers Raven had been looking at. 

Brooke spun around and ran to the desk to help Jessie as they both frantically cleaned it up and Raven stood and walked around the desk. 

“Now I have to call and tell Adams why his portfolio will be late, you foolish girl!” Raven scolded as she spun around and left the office. Brooke looked at Jessie right on cue and smirked at her. 

“Can’t you do anything right?” she asked in a very bitchy tone. Jessie glared at her, knowing that wasn’t part of the script. She was supposed to tell her it was okay, they’ll clean it together. “You always mess up everything!” Brooke squealed.

Jessie stood back and shot Brooke a vicious look, trying to contain her anger so as not to get violent. But, Brooke was going to make this more realistic… make it an earned whipping. She shook her head and started cleaning the mess again, which made Jessie start helping once again. Slowly, Brooke reached over and pinched the back of Jessie’s bare thigh, making her scream as a deep red mark appeared. Keith almost stepped forward but Raven held him back. 

“This is going to be better than last time,” she whispered in a catty voice.

Jessie spun around and glared at Brooke as her hand reached back to rub the sore spot on her thigh. “You stupid bitch!” she shouted as she pounced at Brooke to pull her hair. Both girls started fighting each other, Brooke realizing that she may have pushed Jessie a little farther than she had meant to. Raven ran back onto the set, coming in from the side door like it was all in the script.

“Girls!” she shouted as she grabbed a handful of both of their hair and pulled them apart. Jessie still had fire in her eyes and a few red marks on her arms from where Brooke had pinched or slapped her. Brooke had a couple scratches on her right arm and her cheek hurt. 

The shoot was going better already and Keith watched in amazement as Jessie looked so distressed and scared as she was tied over the desk, instead of suspended as they had originally planned. With her struggling, she could have hurt herself in suspension. Brooke was tied next to her and Keith watched with excitement as Raven brought her sleek whip down across Jessie’s thighs, creating a line of fire. Jessie howled.

Raven enjoyed Jessie’s realism enough to get into it more herself, and being unable to control herself, she would casually reach down and pinch Jessie’s clit hard or slap Brooke’s puss viciously before bringing the quirt down on either girl once again. 

When the shot ended, Raven untied her slave and the two of them left to go change and get cleaned up. Jessie was still sobbing, and even more so now that she realized the other girls had left her tied up. The crew had already shut the cameras down and went to the editing room. Keith walked over to Jessie.

“You were great, kitten,” he whispered as her tears subsided. She looked at him and pulled on the ropes that left her tied over the large desk. He chuckled. “Oh, what I could do to you in this position, here in the studio, with the risk of someone seeing.” 

“Oh no,” Jessie gasped softly, still upset over having to re-shoot. She felt Keith’s hand tickle the back of her thigh, drawing a line with his finger over one of the small welts. 

“So beautiful,” he said, truly believing women are much prettier with red bottoms and tear-stained faces. He removed his pants, releasing his straining cock after he untied her ankles. Lifting her legs up, one on each side of his hips, he lifted her hips completely off the desk and shoved himself into her as far as he could. Jessie cried out and clutched her hands into fists as he slammed his hips back and forth, invading her intimately. 

The position seemed to work for her as she tried her best to thrust her hips out further, meeting with his hips painfully. Moaning from her movements, Keith clutched her legs tighter and slammed into her harder. He wished he wasn’t using both his hands as he could easily spank her pretty ass in this position, but knew the pain would be unbearable on top her welts.

He felt himself beginning to twitch inside her and immediately slammed into her one last time before releasing a warm salty load deeply within her. She moaned as she could feel his hot cum slide out of her as he pulled out. She was pleased he was pleased, but she was annoyed he didn’t let her cum. 

He untied her so she could clean herself up and they could go to dinner together.

They sat at Tony Roma’s, across next to each other in a booth in the back corner. Keith gazed at his pet as she sat there, looking at the salad before her. It was a typical house salad restaurants give before meals. Jessie sat in the corner of the restaurant basically, waiting until her Sir picked up his fork because she knew it was disrespectful for her to eat first.

“Take off your panties,” Keith ordered her as they sat there quietly. She immediately looked at him in a panic, hoping he wasn’t serious. “Now. Take off your panties and put them in the seat beside you.”

It was easy to do, being she wore a miniskirt, but she turned red with embarrassment as she did so.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can,” he ordered as he reached down and pulled her skirt up her thighs higher. Jessie obeyed immediately. His left hand dropped to her pussy secretly as the waiter came back to the table to ask if he wanted a refill on his iced tea. When the waiter left the table again, Keith removed his hand and grabbed a cherry tomato from his salad. He popped it into his mouth, letting it get soaked in his saliva before he pulled it out and lowered it under the table. 

Jessie’s mouth opened in protest as the tomato was brought down to her puss and pressed between her lips. Keith shushed her and pushed it into her pussy easily; shoving his finger in along with it to make sure it was in there deeply. 

“Oh, Sir, please no,” Jessie whispered, humiliated even though nobody else in the restaurant knew what was going on. Keith shook his head and grabbed ice from his glass. He brought that back down to her pussy and placed it against her clit. He closed her lips and covered her puss with his hand and told her to eat her salad. 

With the excrutiating coldness against her clit, Jessie tried to concentrate on her salad, pouring French dressing on it absent-mindedly. 

Once the dinner came, both of them ate their dinner, Keith chatting about the shoot and that some of the videos had already been reserved. The party tomorrow would be congratulations on the great video they just shot as well as a welcome back. 

When the dinner ended, Keith told Jessie to leave her panties on the bench and to follow him out. Whenever he did something in pubic, he felt the need to make it known after it happened. Jessie left the restaurant in embarrassment, the small cherry tomato still an invasion.



Raven Brooke Ch. 05



The doorbell rang. Rick stood up and stretched; his back cracked with his movements. Scratching his side, the tall Italian looked down at the couch he had been napping on before shaking his head and grumbling under his breath. "Jenna!" he shouted. The doorbell rang again.

"This girl is sorry, Master!" Jenna cried as she emerged from her bedroom in a bathrobe, her jet black hair wrapped in a towel above her head. She ran to the door and opened it quickly, allowing her Master's younger brother to enter the apartment. "This girl is sorry for making you wait, Sir."

"Rick, glad to see you," Jim greeted his big brother with a quick hug and a smile. Rick smiled back at him before turning to watch his short Hawaiian slave run back to her bedroom to change. 

"She's getting better," he mumbled, wondering why it was taking him so long to train such a quiet girl. He shook his head and turned to his brother. "What brings you to the Bay?"

"An interview," Jim replied. "I'm in town for the weekend. I thought I'd stop by and see if you wanted to get some dinner somewhere."

Rick poured them each a cup of coffee and nodded his head. "We can do that. But, I have to make an appearance at a party later tonight for drinks if you want to come." He handed his brother one of the cups before adding sugar into his own. "You haven't seen the group in a couple years. I'm sure they won't mind."

"Sounds fun," Jim mumbled sarcastically as he sipped his drink.

Jessica sighed as she set the silver tray back on the bar. "If I have to serve another person that calls me 'cutie,' I swear I'll scream!" she whined as Brooke looked at her from behind the bar. Both girls wore gold halter tops and black mini-skirts with matching heels. They each had gone to a parlor and had their hair pulled up in clips with loose ringlets dangling down their cheeks. 

"Well, it is your party, Jess. They're going to pay you attention tonight," Brooke reasoned as she poured a gin and tonic. "I'm just happy I get to stay put right here tonight."

"Yeah, I'm thrilled for you too," Jessie said sarcastically as she thought about ordering a tequila shot for herself. Deciding to follow her better judgment, she grabbed the gin and tonic and turned to serve it to Damian, a friend of Keith's. 

"Jessica, I'd like you to meet someone," Keith called out as his beautiful sub walked past him to serve Damian. She spun around and looked at her Sir, surprise etched on her face. Keith was sitting on a leather sofa in the dungeon seating area. Beside him, a slim model sat with her legs crossed elegantly, her perfect figure enhanced in the tight red fishtail. "Jessica, this is Kelley Starr, a close friend of mine. Kelley, this is my Jessica."

"Oh, isn't she cute?" Kelley squealed through her ruby red lips, her blonde hair swaying as she flipped it behind her shoulder. "Oh, Keith, you didn't tell me how adorable she was!" Jessie stared at her with her mouth agape. "Hi, Jessie. Does anyone call you Jessie, sweetheart?" 

Jessie couldn't hide the confusion on her face as she turned to her Sir. Her eyes darkened in question. 

"Jessica, Kelley models for the site," Keith explained. "She's been modeling for almost a year now, a strong asset to Raven Brooke."

"Oh, stop!" Kelley cried playfully, winking at Keith. "I'm nothing special." She shut her eyes sweetly, just missing Jessie rolling her eyes at her. 

"Jessica, get me a scotch. Kelley would like a double martini," Keith ordered. Jessie stared at him for a moment. "Jessica, now."

"Yes, Sir," she said softly, quickly moving away from them. She walked over to Damian and handed him his drink before going back to the bar quickly, anger boiling he blood. 

"Jess, what's wrong?" Brooke's voice was filled with concern for her friend. Jessie looked at her and shook her head before looking back at Keith and Kelley. "Oh that," Brooke mumbled. 

"Oh that?" Jessie cried softly. "Who the hell is she and why does she talk to me like I'm three?" 

"She was an exotic Australian dancer at a club in Sydney. Sir Keith liked what he saw and immediately offered her a modeling job shortly after you left," Brooke explained, her voice saddened. "She's portrayed as a sub on the site, but I don't know if she really is one."

"Well, I don't like her," Jessie mumbled. "My Sir would like another scotch. Miss Bitch wants a double martini."

Brooke giggled and started pouring the drinks. 

"Whether you like her or not, she is a strong asset to the company and you will respect her," Raven broke in. Both girls looked up at her with surprise that she had overheard them. Raven grabbed the tray Brooke had set drinks on and handed it to Jessie. "Now, go serve these to them with a smile!" she hissed, smacking Jessie's bottom once as she walked past her. Jessie grumbled to herself as she carried the tray to Keith and Kelley. 

"So, Jessie, what do you enjoy doing?" Kelley asked as Jessie approached. Jessie looked at Keith with annoyance. 

"Be nice, Jessica. Answer her," the order was calm and quiet, not much of an order. But, Jessie knew it wouldn't be smart to ignore it.

"Shopping," Jessie muttered quietly as she handed Kelley a martini.

"Ooh, shopping! I love to shop!" Kelley cried as she reached out and pushed a stray hair of Jessie's from her face. "Maybe tomorrow, I will come and take you shopping. Would you like that, Jessie?"

Jessie looked at her with anger. Who gave her the right to talk to her like she was a toddler? A warning look from Keith told her to answer and immediately, Jessie swallowed her anger and drew a false smile on her face. 

"Oh, that would just be so delightful! I can hardly wait!" Jessie cried sarcastically with an eye roll before turning away from her and heading back to the bar. Keith glared after his sub, but said nothing.

Kelley turned and leaned into Keith. His air filled with the scent of roses as she ran her fingers through her hair and smiled at him sweetly. "I was surprised to be invited," she lied. "I had thought you forgot about me."

"I would never forget about you," Keith corrected her. "You are one of our greatest stars." 

Kelley faked a shy blush before looking at the lipstick marks on her glass. "I was hoping you'd have remembered me for a different reason." Keith flushed before looking back at Jessica, who obviously hadn't overheard her. 

"There's that too," he confessed. 

Kelley leaned further into him and brought her lips to his cheek, kissing him softly before whispering in his ear. "When you get tired of amateurs, call me," she said sweetly, handing him a small piece of paper she had written her number on before standing up and going over to the group of Dominants that were standing around talking. She knew she had to mingle and make an appearance now. 

"Keith, my man," Rick greeted his friend with a handshake. He stepped back and let Keith and Jim shake hands as well. "You remember my little brother, James," he mentioned as he looked around the room. There were already about seventeen guests standing around, chatting. 

"Jim, how've you been?" Keith asked him as he finished his scotch in one gulp.

"Work's a pain in the ass," Jim muttered with a chuckle. Keith laughed as well and handed his empty glass to Brooke as she walked past him. 

"The story of my life," Rick threw in.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" Keith asked them. He looked at Jim, a Dominant that had worked for him four years back, starring in only one flick before deciding the screen wasn't meant for him.

"Rum and Coke," Jim answered. Rick nodded and held up two fingers. 

"Jessica, two rum and Cokes," Keith called to the bar. Jim heard the name and turned to the direction of the bar, his heart skipping a beat when he saw his former co-host pouring drinks. 

Jessie sighed with annoyance and set the newly poured drinks on a tray before lifting it to bring to Keith. She smiled as Keith grabbed the drinks from her tray and she bowed her head to him with respect, pleased Kelley was nowhere near him.

"Jessica, glad you came to serve, kitten," Keith admitted as he handed the drinks to Rick and Jim. Jessie looked up at her guests and paled the moment she saw familiar eyes gazing down at her. The tray dropped from her hands. 

"Oh, sorry!" she cried as she bent to pick it up. She looked at Keith with worry before shifting her eyes to Jim with embarrassment. He chuckled.

"You'll have to excuse her," Keith said quietly, his voice a little sharper, "she's re-training. She's been absent a year." 

"I know," Jim commented as he looked at Jessie, his eyes scanning her up and down before smiling at her. "You look beautiful, Jess."

Jessie's head dropped.

"Jessica, answer someone when he compliments you," Keith scolded.

Her eyes shifted back up and she blushed deeply. "Thank you, Jim," she answered. Keith looked at them with question, standing a little straighter. 

"You two have already met?" he asked, confused. 

"Yes, Sir," Jessie responded softly.

Keith's eyes widened for a moment and then he suddenly laughed. "Oh, right! City Life! I forgot I had seen you on there, James. How's the show going anyway?" 

Jim smiled and took a deep breath. "It's not," he answered with ice in his voice. He looked at Jessie with darkened eyes. "One of our stars just… up and left one day."

Jessie dropped her eyes. "I'm sorry for that," she admitted. "I hope nobody was too angry with me."

Jim released a short mocking laugh before shaking his head. "Some people aren't forgiving, Jessie." 

"Get me another martini," Kelley hissed at Jessie when she approached, handing her an empty glass. Jessie looked up at her with hidden anger before nodding her head slowly and looking at the glass.

"Yes, Kelley," she whispered and scuttled off to refill the glass. Jim stared at her, wondering how the feisty little brat he had known only a week before had already converted into a well-behaved sub. 

"I honestly don't know why you waste your time with her," Kelley whispered over Keith's shoulder. Aaliyah's "Rock the Boat" softly played on the speakers and Kelley giggled. "This is my favorite song," she lied as she grabbed Keith's hand in hers. "Dance with me."

Jessie glared at Kelley and Keith as they slow danced near the radio. She filled the glass a quarter full of Merlot and then grabbed the Everclear, filling it the rest of the way. Brooke's eyes widened and she shook her head frantically.

"Is that for Kelley?" she asked, fear etched on her voice. Jessie's shrill laugh confirmed her suspicion. "That's way too potent for anyone, especially a woman," she cried. 

Jessie grinned at her with an evil glint in her eye as she carried the glass over to her Sir and his dance partner. "Your drink, Miss," she said politely, handing the wine glass to Kelley. Kelley grinned and stopped dancing for a moment to grab the glass. Tilting her head back, she slipped the liquid down her throat quickly. Suddenly, she started coughing and dropped the glass. 

"Kelley, what is it?" Keith panicked, helping Kelley over to a chair to sit down.

"Maybe she inhaled some," Jessie giggled as she grabbed the chipped glass from the floor quickly. Keith spun around and glared at Jessie suddenly.

"What was in that drink?" he demanded. Jessie looked down at the floor. He stormed over to her to grab the glass from her fingers. Jessie's heartbeat quickened as he grabbed the glass and sniffed it, tasting a little on the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, he slammed the drink down on the floor, letting it shatter in pieces before he grabbed Jessie by the shoulders and pulled her to him, their noses nearly touching. "Do you realize how much alcohol is in that shit?" he demanded. "Not only did that probably burn her throat, but enough of it could poison her!" He raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

"I didn't know!" Jessie cried, tears burning her eyes from the sting on her cheek. She tried pulling away from him as he pulled her over to the bar and held her up against the polished surface. 

"Brooke, hand me that Everclear!" he ordered. Brooke obeyed, handing him the bottle. "This shit is so potent, it's illegal to even buy it in this state!" he shouted as he opened the bottle and held Jessie's chin still. He brought the bottle to her lips and tilted it up until a teaspoon of it seeped through her lips and onto her tongue. She refused to swallow the horrible tasting alcohol. "Corner, now!" he shouted, pointing to the corner behind the bar. "And, keep that on your tongue!"

Jessie scurried to the corner, tears streaking her cheeks. The liquid felt like it was burning her tongue and she immediately put her mouth to work, building up enough saliva to dilute it so it didn't sting. Keith went back to Kelley to see if she was okay. 

"I'm fine," she said softly, drinking a glass of water Jenna had brought her at her Master's command. She looked at Keith with anger in her eyes and shook her head. "Standing in the corner isn't enough punishment for her!" she shouted angrily. Keith nodded his head.

"It isn't," he agreed, knowing he'd have to add something when her corner-time ended. His mind filled with anger as he thought of the little stunt. It only seemed fair to him that Kelley punish her.

After ten minutes of standing in the corner, Jessie was relieved when Keith handed her a glass and told her to spit. She emptied her mouth immediately. He grabbed the glass and set it on the bar for Brooke to clean up and then grabbed Jessie's arm and pulled her to a platform he had pulled out from the wall. He lifted her up on it and told her to stand. 

Every eye was on Jessie as she stood on top the platform that added another three feet to her height. She shut her eyes, tears silently dripping down her cheeks. 

"Strip," he ordered. Jessie's eyes snapped open and she looked at him in fear. 

"Please no," she begged in a whisper. Embarrassed, Keith shot her an angry glare. Immediately, she slipped the halter top over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside the platform. Her beautiful breasts were now on display, which didn't embarrass her too badly, being almost everyone had seen them in her videos already. But, Jim's gaze from across the room broke her down into renewed sobs. 

"Skirt too, Jessica!" Keith shouted. Jessie unfastened her skirt and let it drop to her ankles, suddenly standing before her guests in only a black satin thong. Her tears felt like they were burning her as she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it off the platform before removing her panties obediently and letting them fall to the floor as well. 

"Turn around!" Keith shouted, pleased when Jessie turned to the wall that had been behind her. The guests suddenly had a view of her small round bottom. "Kneel, Jessica!" Jessie obeyed, kneeling slowly. Keith pressed on her upper back, making her bend forward until her cheek rested on the cool surface. Raven handed him two nylon ropes that had been cut two feet long. Slowly, he tied her elbows to her knees tightly. 

Jessie now felt herself exposed to the entire party, the position she knelt in conveniently presenting everything to the appreciating stares of her guests. Her healing welts from the previous day's shoot were on display as well, faded a little, but still tender.

"Endangering someone's health is a major offense and has earned you a major punishment, Jessica," Keith explained. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a small vile of Tabasco sauce. Opening it, he placed his forefinger on top the opening and tilted the bottle quickly so a little bit of the fiery sauce rested on the tip of his finger. He suddenly pressed that finger against Jessie's normally-hidden pink rosebud and rubbed it around the outside of the tender hole. Jessie started screaming. 

"Kelley, please come here," Keith asked his guest. She walked over to him, her eyes gazing at Jessica's puss. Keith told her to select an implement from the wall of her choice.

Filled with satisfaction, Kelley looked at all the implements she could choose from. Anything from bamboo canes to straps and paddles hung from the wall in a lovely display. She selected a Canadian prison strap from the wall and handed it to Keith, surprising him with her selection. 

Keith grabbed the strap from her hands by the wooden handle and looked at the beautiful exposed bottom in front of him. Her puss was already glistening with the moisture she leaked whenever she was left anticipating something.

"Jessica, you will receive five with the strap. I suggest you count them aloud," he said sharply as he rested the large six-inch wide strap against her bottom. The strap was two feet long and two inches thick, one of the worst punishment implements in Keith's collection. Jessica started sobbing when he suddenly lifted the strap and brought it down harshly across her bottom. 

"Oh no!" she shouted in agony, tears pooling on the wood beneath her face as her neck arched back from the impact. 

"Jessica, count!" Keith shouted.

"One, Sir!" Jessie cried.

The strap repeated the same trail to her tail, snapping a little lower than the previous snap, overlapping the line of fire that continually lingered. Jessie squealed from the pain, jerking away so roughly, she almost fell from the platform. 

"Somebody hold her!" Keith shouted, pleased when Kelley grabbed Jessie's shoulders and held her in place with most of her strength as the next snap landed a little lower than the last one. Jessie's counting was incoherent, so he continued without waiting for it. 

When her strapping ended, Keith dropped the strap on the floor and turned away to get a drink from the bar. Jessie continued to sob as Raven untied her and helped her off the platform. 

"Go get cleaned up, Jessica," Raven cooed as she handed Jessie her clothes. Not bothering to put them on, Jessie wobbled past everyone and up the stairs, bracing the railing for balance. She sobbed as she went up the second flight of stairs to her bedroom.

As the cool water filled the bathtub, Jessie fell to the floor in tears. She curled into the fetal position on the cold tile, sobbing loudly. 

"I hate this!" she shouted through her tears, half of her still angry and filled with jealousy, the other half regretful that she was punished in front of everyone. 

"Jessie?" a soft voice broke through her cries. Jessie looked up and saw Brooke standing in the doorway. She walked past her friend and turned the water off before helping Jessie to her feet and directing her into the water. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. 

"I hate her," Jessie cried, leaning back in the tub so her tender bottom had less pressure on it. 

"I know. Me too," Brooke admitted as she grabbed a sponge and helped bathe her best friend. "I'm sorry you went through that."

"Is he still mad at me?" Jessie asked, choking back on another sob that wanted to surface. 

"I don't know," Brooke whispered. "He left."

"Where'd he go?" Jessie panicked.

"He offered to take Kelley home." Brooke's voice was quiet and filled with as much emotion as Jessie felt when concern and anger flooded her heart at her answer.

"He's slept with her," Jessie whispered.

"I know." 

"I hate her."

"I don't blame you," Brooke's voice responded sincerely. A low cough came from the doorway and both girls turned to see Jim standing there in black Dockers, a white T-shirt, and an opened black silk over-shirt. Brooke looked at Jessie before standing up and excusing herself quietly.

"Jess," Jim said with concern as he entered the bathroom after Brooke left. Jessie broke into tears again and she submerged herself entirely under the water. He shook his head and rolled his eyes before going to the tub to kneel beside it and wait for her to surface again. She did. "Jess, you okay?" 




Raven Brooke Ch. 05



"No," Jessie pouted. She looked at him through watery eyes. "He left with her."

"I saw," Jim responded with a nod of his head. "It hurts when someone just leaves." He looked at her sullenly before standing up and turning to leave the bathroom. 

"Jim, wait!" Jessie cried. She unplugged the tub and stood up slowly. Jim turned back, watching the cool drops of water drip off her body. When she caught his gaze, she blushed and looked down at the water around her feet. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Sorry for what?" Jim asked, leaning against the wall. He wasn't giving her anything, especially a way out of the mess she created.

"For everything," she whispered. "I'm sorry for leaving without telling you."

"It's probably best you didn't tell me," Jim confessed. He grabbed the folded towel from the bathroom counter and walked over to her, wrapping the fluffy yellow towel around her trembling body. 

"Why?"

"Because, I wouldn't have let you leave," he admitted. Jessie sighed softly and gazed at him, pain etched in her eyes. She nodded slowly and then climbed out of the large oval tub.

"Yes, you would have," she argued, walking past him into her room. Jim followed her and watched as she slipped into a pair of flannel pants and a sweat shirt. "You would have rejoiced had it not been a shock."

"That isn't fair."

"You never liked me. You always treated me that way," Jessie pouted.

"Jessie, I think you're confused," Jim argued. He shook his head and neared her, pulling her into his arms. "I never treated you badly."

Jim pulled her face up to his, pressing his lips against hers. Jessie inhaled his masculine scent, trembling against his strong shoulders. Jim pulled his lips away slowly and gazed into her eyes.

"But, you treated everyone badly, especially me," he stated simply. Jessie shook her head in denial. "You are a spoiled rotten brat with a lemon-sour attitude."

"No, I'm…"

"Hush, Jessie. I'm willing to work on it if you are."

"Work on it?"

"Come back to San Diego with me," Jim urged the beautiful woman in front of him. "Come back to the life you abandoned."

"I c… can't," Jessie whispered, staring at the floor. "I already left Keith once. I will not do it again, Jim. Keith and I are in love."

"Oh, don't be stupid, Jessica!" Jim shouted, letting her go and storming to the door. "I've known Keith Owens a hell of a lot longer than you have and you're only one of the many women who have been in love with him!"

"No, that's not true!" Jessie shouted. "He missed me so much he came to San Diego and got me!"

"Did you ever stop to ask him why?" Jim asked her before leaving her room, slamming the door behind him. 

Jessie fell to her bed, sobbing.

"Jessica, wake up," Keith whispered as he sat beside his sleeping beauty. She lay curled up in a ball, having cried herself to sleep. "Come on, kitten, wake up."

Jessie looked up at him, turning on her back. She ignored the numb pain from the strap marks on her bottom. He smiled down at her. 

"Have a good night, kitten?" he asked, watching with a smile as she turned to the clock and saw it was after nine.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, Sir," Jessie whispered. "Is Kelley okay?"

"She's fine."

"Should I get up and make you breakfast now?"

"I already ate, kitten," Keith replied, standing up. "Raven wanted to know if you'll be ready to film again on Tuesday. I told her you will."

"Tuesday? Already?"

"I know it's soon, kitten, but your last video is such a success," Keith explained. He winked at her as he turned to leave her bedroom.

"Wait!" she cried. "Why did you want me to come back?"

"Because, I missed you, kitten."

"There's no other reason?"

"What are you getting at?" Keith asked, his face darkening. He looked at her with angry eyes. "What brought this up?"

"I don't know. I just think there's more to it than you're telling me," she replied.

Keith stormed back over to her, anger filling his blood. "Who have you been talking to?" he demanded.

"No one! I just wanted to know…"

Keith stared into her face, anger etched deeply in his eyes. "Well, what do you want to hear? Do you want to hear that Raven Brooke was offered a lot of money if we could get a few films of you and Brooke together again? Is that what you want to hear?" 

Jessie widened her eyes in shock. "I'm just a money making deal?" 

"Oh, maybe you'd rather hear that it was Raven who begged me to go get you and I finally caved in!" Keith shouted. 

"You asshole!" Jessie shouted, feeling the urge to punch him. Keith grabbed her and held her against the wall, her arms above her head. 

"Jessica, is that what you wanted to hear? That's how it was at first, but when I finally had you back, I suddenly didn't want to let you go again!" Keith shouted at her. "I suddenly thought about collaring you again, claiming you as mine!"

"Who is Kelley?" Jessie demanded. 

"Kelley? A model for the site. I told you that yesterday," Keith told her, releasing his grip on her wrists. 

"Who is she to you?"

Keith stepped back and glared at her. "That's none of your fucking business."

"It is too! It's my business if I'm living here!" Jessie cried. She stomped away from him and opened her closet door. Grabbing a bag, she threw it on the bed and went to her dresser to grab some clothes. "And, if you don't tell me, I'm gone!"

"You can't leave! You have a contract with Raven Brooke!" Keith argued.

"Fuck Raven Brooke!" Jessie shouted as she started packing the bag.

Keith stormed back over to Jessie and grabbed her arm. His hand rose into the air and was brought down across her face too quickly for her to block. "Jessica, put this shit away and be ready by the time I get back up here to bring you downstairs! I think a few hours in the cage will shut you up!" He released her and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Jessie ran to the door just in time to hear him lock the outside. 

"Fuck you!" she shouted through the closed door, banging her fists against it. Keith rolled his eyes and stormed downstairs. "I hate you! Let me out of here!"

Leaning against the door, Jessie slid to the floor. She didn't know whether she wanted to obey him and put her clothes away again, endure the cage and go back to everything being okay… or if she'd rather find a way out. 

Her eyes moved to her purse on the nightstand and immediately, she realized what she wanted to do. Running to her purse, she grabbed her cell phone from it and dialed Jim's number.



Raven Brooke Ch. 06



Jim hadn’t answered. Jessie glared at the bars of the cage around her, hatred boiling her blood. She sighed and kicked at the bar out of anger. “Shit!” she shouted when her small foot hit the hard metal. She shook at the cage again, screaming on the top of her lungs. “I hate you!” she shouted, hoping Keith could hear her. 

She tried to swallow the lump that had built up in her throat, but she couldn’t. It lingered there, a strong reminder that she was not able to control her emotions as well as she’d like to. 

“Damn you!” she shouted out again, shaking the cage once more. She turned around in the darkness and felt for the small chair that she knew was still in there. Why was he keeping her locked in the dark? Tears threatened to run as she folded her arms and sat on the chair. He had done it again. He had toyed with her feelings until she fell in love with him and then crushed her to pieces within minutes. Fuck him. 

A cold draft filled the air and she folded her arms across her chest tighter, trying to warm her naked skin. There was a candle lit in the corner at the opposite end of the dungeon, the only light in the entire area. It wasn’t enough to really light up the room so she could see anything, but it was enough to let the metal bars gleam in front of her. 

“Are you ready to behave yet?” 

The question was simple and quiet, yet seemed to mock Jessie’s very existence. She glared at the shadow before her, knowing he was staring down at her. 

“Turn on the light,” she begged. “I can’t stand the darkness.”

“Unless you can behave, you will be in the dark for a very long time, Jessica. I’m giving you another hour down here just to make sure you’ve learned your lesson,” Keith explained as he turned around and headed back upstairs. 

Jessie stood up and shook the cage violently. “Let me out, you stupid jerk! You’ll be sorry!” she shouted over the slamming of the dungeon door. “Go to hell!” She shook the bars again before leaning back against them and sliding to the floor.

Her wide eyes stared at the flickering candle across the room, it being the only thing she could comfortably look at. She was curled up in a ball on the floor now, her hair over her shoulders for warmth. Salty tear stains were dried on her cheeks and her body was trembling. “I hate him,” she whispered periodically, trying to keep her heart agreeing with her. She knew the moment he released her, she would be his again.

Light flooded through the dungeon. Jessie flinched against the sudden invasion of her darkness for a moment before pulling herself up onto her hands and knees and looking at the stairs. Keith descended with a tray of food in his hands. 

She looked at the tray with hunger as it was placed only three feet from the cage. She could see a sandwich chopped in half resting on a plate beside a bowl of soup. Her stomach growled loudly, demanding she fill it. 

“Jessica, I’m not sure you deserve this food,” Keith growled as he bent over and lifted a half of the sandwich off the plate. His fingers tore a piece off and he stuck it in his mouth. She watched with anger as he over exaggerated his movements on how well it tasted. 

“My, Sir, please? I’m hungry!” she cried out, unable to hold back. Her slim arm reached through the bars and she tried to grab the tray, although she was unable. 

“Oh, now that I have food, I’m your Sir again? Whatever happened to me being the stupid jerk?” he asked, grinning as he took another bite.

“I’m sorry! I am! Please, oh please give me some of that?” Jessie pleaded.

“Yes, you had no right to call me that, did you my little slut?” He asked, rubbing it in her face.

“No, Sir, I didn’t,” she admitted.

“What are you?”

“I am your slave, my Sir,” she whispered with reddened cheeks.

“You are my slut, Jessica. Say it.”

“I am your slut,” she choked, her eyes staring at the food in his hand. 

“Again.”

“I am your slut!” she shouted loudly.

He handed her the sandwich, a grin on his face as she fell back, leaning against the cage and devouring it within minutes.

“You’re just a hungry little puppy aren’t you?”

She didn’t respond as she filled her stomach with the delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When the half of sandwich was gone, she stared at the rest of the food with hunger, craving the flavor of the soup. 

“We’ll see just how well behaved you can be from now on,” Keith said with a chuckle. Jessie watched as he lifted the bowl of soup off the tray and set it beside her cage. He unlocked the door and opened it a little bit, slipping the bowl of soup into the cage before locking it again. “I will be back in an hour. Do not touch the soup until I get back.”

Jessie was stunned as she watched him turn around and head back up the stairs, closing the door tightly behind him. She was once again in darkness, her only light a flickering candle. 

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at the steaming bowl of soup. She could see pieces of steak and cubes of potato in it and she knew it had to be delicious. She crawled to the bowl slowly, dropping her head to smell the sweet aroma of cooked carrots in beef broth. Her tongue craved the salty flavor and she felt her mouth water.

Sparks came from the corner across the room and her eyes immediately flickered to it. There was no wax left in the candle and Jessie knew the sparks came from the metal ring on the bottom. She panicked and fled to the opposite side of the cage, away from the sweet scent of supper. As she leaned against the cage, the candle flickered and disappeared, the light gone from the dungeon.

Fear enveloped her skin as she folded her arms across her chest and tried calming her goose bumps down. Her eyes scanned over the dark basement, trying to find anything they could focus on, anything with enough light. There was nothing. 

She lay down quickly, flattening her body against the bottom of the cage, no longer craving the soup as much, but now wishing for the candle back. It had been her only source of comfort. 

“I’m sorry,” she cried out to the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “So sorry.” She rolled over to her stomach and pushed herself up on her hands and knees again, watching for the door to open and for the light to flood over her once more. It didn’t.

After what felt like an eternity to Jessie, she heard the door open. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the stairs, watching as Keith’s strong form descended. He was staring at her, a small smile on his lips. 

“Has my slut been a good girl?” he asked as he neared her cage and peered down at the bowl, still full of soup. “Have you sipped any?”

“No, Sir, I didn’t touch it,” she whispered, weak from the terror the darkness had put in her. 

“I know, baby,” he whispered, unlocking the door slowly. “I knew you wouldn’t. You’re my good girl.” 

She felt embarrassed as he snapped his collar around her neck again and led her away from the cage, his fingers holding onto the D-ring like she was a puppy. A leash was then attached in place of his fingers and he held it, leading her up the basement steps.

“Your supper is waiting upstairs,” he told her, smiling as he saw the relief in her face that she was going to be given food. She followed him on her hands and knees as he led her to the kitchen. A bowl of warm soup had been placed on the kitchen floor, another half of sandwich beside it. He led her to the food before taking her leash off. “You will eat this food properly,” he explained as he grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, fastening a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. He grabbed her hair and bundled it together in one fist, quickly wrapping a rubber band around the hair a couple times to keep it from falling into her food. “Now eat. And, don’t you stop until your food is gone. You’ve wasted enough food today.”

Jessie leaned forward, nearly losing her balance with her wrists behind her back. She could smell the sweetness of the soup again, immediately craving for the delicious food to pass over her tongue. She stuck her tongue out its full length and bent forward to lap up a little of the delicious broth. Hunger overtook her composure and she immediately began dipping her face in the soup, grabbing morsels of steak and potato. She chewed quickly, yet quietly, barely letting the bits of food slide down her throat before grabbing something more to chew. Keith laughed as he stood behind her, watching her movements. He felt himself harden a little more every time she bent forward, exposing her bare pussy to his hungry eyes. 

As she bent over again, he lifted his foot and pressed his cold bare toes against her pussy, applying enough pressure to make her freeze.

“I’ve treated you wonderful here, Jessica. You were given many freedoms and you were treated like a princess for the most part. And, how do you repay me? By jealousy and anger,” Keith spoke slowly, but loud enough to make his point known. “From now on, you are at the training level. You will earn your right to be at my side once again. Your cage is your home now so enjoy the little bits of time I give you outside the bars.”

His words weren’t too harsh, but enough to cause a stir of fear crawl up her spine. Jessie stayed still and silent, her quickened breath the only noise either of them could hear. Keith wiggled his toes for a moment before pulling his foot away and turning to leave the kitchen.

“Finish your food and stay put until I come back,” he ordered as he left to watch television. Jessie slowly lapped her soup up once more, no longer engulfed in the flavor, but fully aware of the degrading position he had put her in.

She stayed kneeling, staring at the empty bowl before her. Her sandwich was gone too, her hunger completely satisfied. The cool draft on the floor made her shiver, but she remained as motionless as she could, wondering why she had fallen back under Keith’s spell. She knew he was going to break her heart. He did last time, why should this time be any different?

She thought about Jim, wondering what he’d be doing at this moment. She wondered what would have happened had she listened to his words and followed him out the door instead of staying to yell at Keith. Tears trickled down her cheeks, settling on top her upper lip for a moment before sliding down and seeping in between them.

“Okay, my pet, you are granted one half hour bathroom break. Use your time wisely, for this is all you get today,” Keith explained as he entered the kitchen and unfastened her handcuffs. He watched as Jessie stood before him and walked away, running up the stairs to the bathroom to take a shower. Keith followed behind. “But, do not dress. You are to remain naked. Clothes are a luxury you haven’t earned.”

Jessie nodded and closed the bathroom door, latching it. She felt comfortable having a barrier between Keith and her for only a bit. Her eyes scanned the bathroom for a moment before she turned the bath faucet on, letting hot water spray over the drain. 


“Asshole,” she whispered beneath her breath, as quietly as possible so he couldn’t hear her over the water. The late sunset shone dimly through the sunroof above the bathtub and Jessie stared at it, contemplating how it could help her. 

With a fluffy yellow bath towel wrapped around her body like a short dress, Jessie found herself standing on top the edges of the tub and pushing against the sunroof. She grabbed the plunger and banged on the little window, trying her best to break it so she could climb through. 

“Jessica, what are you doing in there?” Keith demanded from the other side of the door. Frantic, Jessie slapped the center of the window with the plunger stick again, ignoring the aches it added to the center of her palms. She banged again, harder this time, wishing the damn thing would cut her some slack and at least crack down the middle to show her efforts. The bathroom door shook for a moment before Keith slipped a credit card down the crack and swung it open with ease. “What the hell?” he shouted.

Startled, Jessie slipped from the sides of the tub and landed on her back in the inch-deep hot water. She screamed and tried to pull herself up, her hands too slippery to grab the sides. “Hot!” she shouted as Keith grabbed her arms and lifted her from the burning water with ease. She jumped around a moment, screaming as the cool air chilled her crimson skin.

“Stupid tub!” she shouted, gasping for breath between her cries. Keith shook his head and grabbed her by the upper arm, leading her out of the bathroom.

“You be damned happy that happened, you little bitch!” Keith shouted at Jessie as he led her to his bedroom. “The water blistered you a lot quicker than I was going to! What the hell were you doing?”

“Trying to escape!” she shouted through her tears as he shoved her onto his bed. “I hate you! I don’t want to be here!”

His hand was raised in the air within seconds and before she had a moment to react, his palm slapped across her cheek. “You ungrateful little bitch.”

Jessie pulled away from him, pressing her back against the headboard of the bed, her hand rubbing the sting from her cheek. 

“I give you everything you want, Jessica. Everything. And, you can’t even show gratitude,” he scolded her, walking over to his closet. He opened the door without turning his back to her and took one of his leather belts from the hook.

“No, don’t,” Jessie pleaded quietly, pressing even harder against the headboard. “I’m in enough pain, honest! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, my Sir!”

“Don’t try to get out of this, Jessica! Stand up and bend over the footboard like a good girl and maybe I’ll take it easy on you!” he shouted, doubling the belt in his hand. Jessie stared at the oiled leather in his hands, her heart racing so frantically, she thought it would beat straight out of her chest. “Now!”

Jessie stood up slowly, her eyes never leaving the glistening leather. She took small, baby steps as she walked around the side of the bed, standing before the footboard. She shut her eyes then and imagined she was elsewhere, maybe with Jim. Slowly bending forward, Jessie rested her weight on the top of the carved wooden footboard, keeping her hands behind her. When she was properly in place, she felt sudden pressure against her lips and she opened her mouth willingly, unable to hide her fear as the ball gag was placed in her mouth. 

Keith grabbed both her wrists in his left hand then and rested the belt across her reddened cheeks. “That water did a good warm up on you,” he commented with a chuckle before he raised the belt and brought it back down, snapping the smooth leather across her tender skin. She screamed against her gag, trying to struggle away from his grip. “Keep still. I’ve hardly given you a reason to cry yet.”

Jessie shouted a few words at him, which were immediately muffled. Keith shook his head and raised his belt again, waiting for her to stop struggling before he snapped it over the same line of fire he just drew.

“I don’t like the way you talk to me, Jessica. If you can’t calm down, I’m going to have to tie you to the bed and start all over again,” Keith warned. His voice was deep and threatening, immediately causing Jessica to bite against the gag in her mouth and try to stay silent as the next line of fire burned across her skin. 

Keith tapped the inside of her ankle with his foot and she obediently spread her legs a little more for him. She was rewarded with his fingers rubbing along the inside of her thigh for a moment before he readied himself for the next snap of the belt. 

The next snap wrapped around the side of her upper thigh, expertly kissing her wet pussy with the very tip of the leather. She cried out, kicking at him to make him stop. 

Having gotten the reaction he desired, he repeated it the moment she was calm enough to take it again.

“Now… am I going to get the kind of respect I deserve from you or shall I whip you harder?” Keith asked with a chuckle.

Cornered, Jessie raised her head from sobbing in the blanket. She mumbled against her gag, begging him to stop because she’ll try her best to behave.

“What’s that, sugar? I can’t hear you? You don’t want to behave?” Keith questioned, looking at Jessie with a glint of mischief in his eye.

Jessie struggled again, screaming for him to stop picking on her. Her legs kicked out again and she lifted her head, bringing it back down on the bed with force. Every urge in her body was to turn around and kick him, but his strength overpowered her.

“Bad girl,” Keith whispered into her ear, as he bent over her. The belt dropped to the floor and he found himself unsnapping his jeans. “Bad, bad, girl.”

His hard cock pressed against Jessica’s warm pussy, entering her slowly. She screamed against her gag, not wanting anything sexual from him. He thrust into her deeply, releasing her wrists from behind her back. His hands now grabbed her thighs, pulling her against him roughly.

He thrust in and out of her, groaning from the over stimulation her twitching muscles caused him. She found herself crying, feeling a invaded. His hand reached around her thigh then and he brushed across her moist pussy slowly a few times before rubbing her clit with his fingertip. 

“If you’d stop fighting me, you’d probably enjoy this,” he scolded. “I want you to grab your nipples and roll them between your fingers, Jessica.”

Jessie resisted a moment, causing Keith to pinch down on the tender skin along the inside of her thigh. She bit down hard on her lip until he stopped pinching and then immediately moved her hands to her nipples. Keith watched as her fingers pulled at her nipples a moment to calm down their sensitivity. She then rolled the hard diamond-tipped nipples between her fingers, shutting her eyes in ecstasy as she did so. Keith’s thrusts became quicker, his finger still resting on the top of her clit.

“Who do you belong to, Jessica?” he demanded.

“You, Sir,” she whispered back, unable to resist the burning his fucking caused deep within her. 

“And, what are you, Jessica?”

“I’m your slut,” she moaned as she reached the brink of climax. “Oh, my Sir, may I cum?”

“Yes, little one. Cum for me,” Keith growled. As he felt her emotions soaring over the edge, his fingers reached between her thighs again and he pinched her tender skin at the same moment he released himself within her.

She screamed behind her gag, her body shaking from the pain and pleasure combining easily within her. Her fingers released her tender nipples and she grabbed handfuls of the blanket to squeeze.

Jessie’s cage quickly became comforting as she lay inside later that night. She now had a blanket and a pillow inside with her. A dim nightlight was turned on in place of the candle. She wrapped the blanket around her, lying down on the soft padding floor of her cage, staring up at the belt that hung on the wall above her. Keith had hung it there as an incentive for her to behave and respect him. She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping she could easily drift into dreamland.

The next morning, she woke up to the sound of voices upstairs. She sat up and looked around the dim room, straining to hear who was speaking. She could hear a muffled deep voice, questioning where she was. Jim?

“She went back to San Diego yesterday,” a feminine voice was saying, her voice louder. It sounded like Raven. She guessed her voice was loud enough to hear because she had walked closer to the basement door.

“But, I saw her car outside in the driveway,” Jim replied.

“She flew. When I hear from her again, I’ll let her know you’re looking for her,” Raven replied.

Jessie was stunned into silence. Half of her wanted to shout out that she was downstairs, but the other half feared he wouldn’t hear and she’d just get whipped for her outburst. So, she stayed silent as she listened to Raven slam the door after Jim left. She bit her lip and leaned back against the cage, wondering if staying with Keith was smart. Not that it was her choice in any way. 




Raven Brooke Ch. 06



The basement door opened and Jessie looked up to see Robin nearing her, a wide grin on her face. “When Keith called me and told me you were going into a fit of rage, I thought we had lost you. I guess I underestimated his power of… persuasion,” she teased. “How is Jessica today?”

“Was that Jim?” Jessie questioned, her voice barely above a whisper. Raven looked at her for a moment before nodding slightly. “Oh.”

“Oh, girl, you’re home now. This is where you belong, where you’re safe. You can’t be safe being interested in a celebrity. They’re designed to break your heart. They live just to see young girls like you cry,” she explained as she unlocked Jessie’s cage. “Come upstairs now and eat breakfast.”

Jessie sighed as Raven attached her leash to her collar and led her up the stairs. Embarrassment flooded her face when she saw Brooke sitting at the breakfast table. She was led past her and into the kitchen, where a bowl of oatmeal had been placed. She knelt before it as Raven detached the leash and set it on the counter above her head. Keith walked past her, barely glancing at her at all. She felt tears burning beneath her eyelids, but decided she was too hungry to cry and waste her breakfast time.

“She will learn again and hopefully, within weeks, she’ll be back at this table like a good girl,” Keith explained quietly. Jessie bit her lip and rose up, kneeling quietly. Her heart quickened from the humiliation of being talked about like she wasn’t there. “I’m planning on her spending a couple hours standing in the corner today for her outbursts yesterday. And, she’ll definitely be getting another whipping before bed.”

“Poor dear. How stressful it must be for you to have to retrain her all over again,” Raven said softly. 

Jessie looked around the kitchen a moment, listening to them speak of her. Anger boiled her blood and without thinking clearly, she stood up and sprinted to the kitchen door. She opened it and ran outside, running away from them and their humiliating chatter.

“Jessie?” a voice called out as she tried running behind the garage, not knowing what to do next. She spun around and stared in the direction of her car, seeing Jim standing there with a cell phone in his hands. “I was trying to call you. Are you okay? They said you…”

“…were in San Diego, I know! Jim, I need out of here… I need to leave quickly!” she sighed with relief as he unbuttoned his blue dress shirt and slipped it over her shoulders, letting her button it up to cover her skin. The shirt was long on her and covered her to mid-thigh. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and led her to his Trailblazer. 

“I’ll take you to my hotel, Jess. Then, tonight, we can come back and get your car and anything you’d brought with you,” Jim explained quietly as he helped her into her seat, unable to resist looking as the shirt lifted a little, exposing her reddened bottom when she climbed up into the high seat. 

“I don’t want to come back here,” she whispered softly.

“My brother and I will be with you,” he answered as they drove away. Jessie turned around in her seat and watched as Keith and Raven ran out in the middle of the street, watching them drive off. She unrolled her window quickly and threw her hand out of it, her middle finger clearly raised. 

“I’m still shocked you’re a sub,” Jim chuckled as they drove toward the Sheraton. Jessie shook her head and stared at the cars in front of her. “I always thought you’d be the one holding the whip.”

“Never,” Jessie whispered.



Raven Brooke Ch. 07



Jessie looked into Jim’s eyes, the genuine warmth in his gaze made her tremble before she looked away, a small smile on her full lips. Jim was watching her now, even as her eyes burned into the plush carpet of his brother’s living room floor.

Side by side, they sat on Rick’s sofa, Jim explaining everything he knew to his brother. Rick’s strong figure intimidated Jessie, and even had a way of making Jim look small. He crossed his arms and sat back in his chair, listening to the story of his friend’s abuse.

“Jessica, I saw you the other day and you seemed fine, completely happy,” Rick said softly, still shocked to hear everything he was being told.

“Yes, I was, but that was before I found out about how he spends his time away from me, and that he didn’t really want me,” Jessie whispered, her eyes cast down. Rick was shaking his head, which caused a tremble of panic to flow through her body. “I needed to get away.”

“Why? Because of what he chose to do, you decide to leave? What he does pleases him, Jessica. A true slave craves her Owner’s pleasure,” he explained, his eyes flickering to Jenna, who knelt obediently beside his chair. “It really isn’t your concern what he does in his free time. You gave that up.”

“I wasn’t wearing his collar,” Jessie argued. “I hadn’t accepted it back. I don’t think he wanted me to have it.”

“To me, it sounds like you’ve been a bit selfish,” Rick answered, his eyes scolding her. “Jim, I’ll go there with you to get her things, but only because I know what that man is capable of doing to you for helping his brat run away. I’m making it clear though, that I think Jessica is at fault here more so than Keith.”

“But, he…” Jessie started to complain.

“I think you’ve said enough,” Rick said quietly, his deep voice tinged with a sharp hidden warning. Naturally, Jessie bit her tongue and stayed silent. “Jim, let’s get this over with. The girls will stay here.”

Jessie watched them leave, a bitter taste in her mouth from the short way Rick spoke to her. Her eyes glossed over with tears as the door shut without Jim saying goodbye. She hated seeing Jim’s adoration for his brother, the same man that insulted her just seconds ago. 

“To hell with you then,” she cried softly, folding her legs up so she could rest her head on her knees. She ignored Jenna, who stared at her wide-eyed. “I hate Rick. I hate him. I hate him. I do.” Jenna rocked back and forth, tears dripping down her face, the salt burning her eyes. “Just like Keith.”

“No he isn’t.”

Jessie looked up at Jenna. 

“He’s not. Master is wonderful.” Jenna whispered, her eyes watery too now, hearing such awful things said about the man who cares so much for her. “You just don’t know him.”

“I guess not. He was mean though,” Jessie argued, staring at Jenna with shock at how outspoken she was being now, which she hadn’t said a word. “Really mean.”

“Doms stick together,” Jenna whispered. She stood up and walked over to Jessie slowly, leaning over to hug her. “They don’t mean to be mean, but they normally always stick together. He just feels that submission is a gift…”

“If I wanted to hear that shit, I’d buy a book,” Jessie snapped, her eyes darkened with anger. She stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the street in front of them. “I thought meeting that fool again was going to help me, but look at what he does! Every single time!”

“Ever stop to think that maybe it’s you, not him?” Jenna sneered, angry with Jessie now. “You complain too much. Maybe if you just stepped back and realized what an idiot you are for giving up such a wonderful Sir…”

“You can’t talk to me like that, you little witch!” Jessie shouted, turning around and slapping Jenna across the face. Her eyes flung daggers of hatred at the frail girl, silently pleased when Jenna backed away, her hand pressed against her cheek to rub the sting away.

“You won’t get away with that,” Jenna whispered, unknowingly feeding Jessie’s resentment. Another slap landed across her face, causing Jenna to reach out and grab a handful of Jessie’s hair. In retaliation, Jessie fiercely pinched the tender skin under Jessie’s upper arm. Both girls screamed out in pain, inflicting more on each other at the same time. 

“You want to call a truce you little b…?”

“What the hell is going on here?” Rick bellowed as he entered the room. His eyes flickered red with anger as he witnessed the scene between both girls. “Stop it, now!”

“Tell her to let go then!” Jessie screamed.

“You let go first!” Jenna argued back, tugging on Jessie’s hair with renewed strength. “I’ll pull it out!” she warned.

Jessie jumped at Jenna, throwing her to the floor so she could sit on her stomach and pinch harder until Jenna released her. Jenna cried out before bending sideways and wrapping her teeth around Jenna’s wrist. 

“Jessie!” Jim shouted, grabbing Jessie and pulling her off Jenna. Rick grabbed Jenna then, helping her to her feet. “What the hell were you doing?”

“She started it!” both girls cried in unison. 

“I don’t care who started it! I’m finishing it!” Jim shouted. He grabbed Jessie by the arm and led her out of his brother’s house. “I’ll call you later, bro!” he shouted before the door slammed behind him. 

Jessie could hear Rick scolding Jenna as they walked down the path to Jim’s truck. She was disappointed to see that the back was empty, her belongings still with Keith. 

“We had come back to get you girls and see if lunch first would sound good, but you both ruined that plan. I’ll have your things shipped later,” Jim explained as the two of them climbed into the truck. Jessie pouted, glaring out the passenger side window. “What the hell were you two fighting over?”

“She sided with that asshole brother of yours,” Jessie whined.

“Jess, that’s not fair. Rick is entitled to his opinion.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

The ride back to San Diego took most of the day, especially since Jim refused to stop and get lunch. Jessie cried out her protest, grabbing her stomach as if she were dying, but to no avail. Jim told her she didn’t deserve for him to go out of his way for her right now.

“Are you dropping me off at my place then?” Jessie asked with hope, repeatedly pushing the window lever up and down, letting the warm air into the car. Jim shook his head.

“Don’t question me, don’t argue. Just shut your mouth and listen to me for once,” Jim said sharply, the orders flicking off his tongue with ease. 

“You can’t do anything to me,” Jessie mumbled under her breath.

“See that? Stop! Right now! You’re lucky I didn’t pull you over my knee at Rick’s and spank your ungrateful little ass right then and there with those two watching!” Jim shouted. Jessie turned and saw her window had been down when he yelled that as they were stopped at a red light and she blushed at the stare from the car beside them. 

“Why do you have to be so mean?” Jessie whimpered, rolling the window back up. 

“Because, you’re an ungrateful little…”

“I heard you the first time!” Jessie cried as he parked in his spot by his apartment. Jim shook his head and stepped out of the car, grabbing Jessie’s arm and dragging her out through his door so she couldn’t escape. “If you spank me here, everyone will hear and you’ll be in trouble,” Jessie whispered.

Jim ignored her and dragged her over to his apartment and unlocked the door, pulling her inside with him. “Go stand in the middle of the living room and strip,” he ordered, looking at the sundress Jenna had lent her. Jessie shook her head and rolled her eyes, turning to walk away from him. “I mean it, Jess!”

She started walking in the opposite direction of the living room, toward Jim’s bedroom. 

“Jessica!” he shouted, chasing after her. Her quick paced walk immediately turned into a sprint and she ran into his bedroom. She saw his private bath and immediately ran into the small closet-sized room, locking the door behind her. “Come out of there!”


“No!” 

“Jessie, by the time I count to three, this door had better be unlocked or else…”

“Or else what?”

“One…”

“Or else what?” Jessie shouted again, kicking the bottom of the bathroom door in frustration. 

“Two…”

“Stop! Stop it now, James Edward Rawlings!” Jessie screamed, her body shaking with the threat of sobs. 

“Three.” 

It was silent. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and slid against the wall of the bathroom until she sat on the cold ceramic tiled floor. Suddenly, the air conditioner kicked in. Jessie’s eyes flicked to the vents on the ceiling above her as the cold air blew out at her. She trembled from the chill. 

He won’t win that easily. She thought to herself as she stood up and walked over to the shower. She turned the hot water dial on to steam up the room for warmth. Hot water poured from the faucet beautifully, her true savior to help her in her fight to win.

She slipped the yellow sundress over her shoulders and climbed into the shower, under the steaming hot water. The burning tingle on her back was too intense at first so she turned the cold water dial a little to even it out. Ha! I won! She smiled with amusement as the water poured down her body.

Suddenly, it shut off. She spun around and turned the dials on as far as they would go, screaming to the evil that caused this torment. With the water off, the cold air conditioned air blew out onto her wet skin, chilling her quicker than before.

Her hatred for anything cold immediately started gnawing at her, making her wish there was a window she could crawl through. 

Finally relenting, Jessie opened the bathroom door slowly and stepped out, her cold skin covered with goose bumps from the torturous air conditioner. Jim grabbed her wrist immediately and pulled her over to his bed, bending her forward onto it. 

“Bad girl,” he growled. “There isn’t anything that makes me angrier than a naughty little brat locking herself in the bathroom.” His hand slapped down on her wet bottom sharply, causing a sting unlike no other she had received from a simple hand smack.

He looked down and saw his flip flop, his favorite thing to wear during the summertime. “What do you have to say for yourself?” he questioned.

“I’m sorry! I was mad! I’m really sorry!” Jessie cried as she peered back and saw Jim holding a large gray and black flip flop, size twelve. “Oh no!”

The sandal slapped down on her bottom, the rubber sole feeling ten times worse than the hairbrush Keith was always so inclined to use on her. She cried out, grabbing handfuls of Jim’s blanket in her fists and squeezing them as he kept her bent forward. 

“Count, Jessie!”

“One,” she whispered, unsure of herself. 

The sandal slapped down on her already stinging bottom again. “Try again!”

“One, Sir!” 

“Be polite!”

“One, thank you, Sir?” she questioned with uncertainty. 

“Good,” was the only reply a few moments before the next slap landed on her bottom, making her bend and unbend her knees repeatedly.

“Two, thank you, Sir,” she cried through clenched teeth, her whole body shaking from the intensity of a rubber sole across a moist bottom. It slapped her again. “Three, thank you, Sir!” she called out with a sob.

“And, three more,” Jim informed her, carrying the punishment on until Jessie felt she would faint. “Stay in position,” he ordered after her spanking. She didn’t hesitate to obey, making sure her legs were straight, spread three feet apart like he had kept her during her chastisement. Her face was against the mattress, the blankets sponging up her tears. “You are going to listen to what I’m going to say now. Don’t answer anything I say until I tell you it’s all right.”

Jessie felt her muscles twitching as she stayed bent over, exposing herself to the one man she could easily concentrate her aggravation on.

“You are a spoiled brat, Jess. You take as much as you can from other people without ever thinking about what you can give back. You are selfish and arrogant,” Jim started explaining, his voice calm and careful as he stared into her moist opening. His fingers ached to explore. “The past year, you have purposely tried to make my life a little harder every day.”

“Nu-uh,” Jessie replied softly. She took a sharp intake of breath when his palm connected with her tender backside.

“I said to keep silent.”

She whimpered.

“I’m not sure many people at work actually liked you. Sure, you have looks that could kill, but a mouth with equal power. Some of the cameramen were afraid of you, thinking you’d tear them down as easily as you tear down everyone else if they ever upset you. But, that will change.”

He walked around the bed until he stood in front of Jessie’s head. She looked up.

“I am offering you a proposition. Come back to City Life, talk to them and beg them for your job back. I’m sure they’ll grant your wish being the show isn’t the same without you.” He reached out and ran his fingers through her gorgeous hair. “Stay with me. Train beneath me. You need training again, you crave it,” he growled in a low voice, bringing his mouth to her ear. “You have wanted me since your first day at work and you know it.” 

She flushed and looked up at him, her eyes widened with shock at his proposal. 

“What have you to lose, Jessica Parker? Besides the comfort of sitting well for awhile.” 

“I… I have to think about it,” she whispered in a near inaudible voice, her words sticking to her tongue like flypaper.

“Do you really? Is that not the same proposal you have been dreaming of hearing from me? Isn’t it? Jessica, you don’t need time to think. You already know the answer. And, I do too,” Jim spoke with arrogance, pride, and the build up of self-worth that all Doms seem to carry. It gave Jessie a flush of anger.

“You don’t know me like you think you do!” she cried, standing up. She glared into his eyes, her blood boiling once again.

Jim just looked at her a moment, his dark eyes filled first with shock, then disappointment. “I guess I don’t.” Then, anger. “Fine, here’s your dress,” he said in a fury, grabbing the dress from the floor and thrusting it at her. She slipped it on quickly as he grabbed his wallet and opened it, pulling out two twenties. “And, cash for a cab to your place,” he added, throwing the money at her before storming out of his apartment, needing to get away from the woman who made him angrier than pro-abortion activists. 

Jessie’s eyes burned with tears as the cab driver dropped her off in front of her apartment. She didn’t want to take his cash, but knew she would be stuck without it since her purse was still at Keith’s. She wiped her eyes as the driver told her she owed him thirty. She gave him both twenties and spun around, running toward her place. She never locked it. She was always careless like that.

“Stupid men!” she shouted as she entered her home and looked around, glaring at the beautiful décor she had spent hours picking out from an interior designs magazine. Her head tilted back as she screamed before she ran over to the living room and tore a picture of a beautiful castle in the hills of California, the Hearst Castle from the wall. The gorgeous painting tore as she slammed the picture frame against the wall just to hear the glass shatter. 

“I can’t stand them! I can’t!” A framed copy of Starry Nights found itself shattered and torn, no longer happily portraying the beautiful night sky with swirls of stars.

Her energy spent from trashing her beautiful belongings, Jessie sat on the floor, her back against the wall of her living room, her bare legs on top the shattered glass. She stared at the floor before her, hating herself for turning down his offer, knowing he was who she truly needed, craved, would die without. 

She sprawled sideways, ignoring the sharp flicks of pain up and down her body as broken shards of glass lightly stuck into her skin. “Oh, but I’m stupid. Stupid Jessie.”

She turned to her back now, scratching herself with the glass that stuck to the carpet. Her eyes gazed at the ceiling above her. The ceiling fan almost hypnotizing her. 

“Jessie?” Jim called, panicked when he saw her front door wide open and glass laying about the floor. He quickly ran in, his eyes searching the terrible mess. Picture frames were broken. He saw some shattered pieces of glass that looked to have once been a ceramic animal of some kind. “Jessie, are you here?” No answer. “Oh, please don’t let her be hurt!” he prayed.

Jessie groaned as she turned over in her bed, staring at the darkened window. Blood stained on her yellow sheets, but she didn’t care. She didn’t notice the angry scratches from the glass, or the small pieces that were still imprinted in her skin. 

“Jessie!” She heard that voice again. Oh, it sounded familiar. Shutting her eyes, she tried to drift back to sleep and ignore the franticness around her. 

“Oh, God! Are you okay?” Jim cried, running to her bedside. She barely opened her eyes, a slow calmness spreading throughout her body. “Oh, please be okay. Jessie, please! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kicked you out, but you made me so angry.”

“I’m sorry too,” she whispered, barely saying the words at all. She looked at him finally, gazing into his eyes.

“Good morning and thank you for watching City Life. I’m James Rawlings,” Jim said proudly, a grin on his face as he stared at the camera before him.

“And, I’m Jessica Parker,” Jessie answered on cue, crossing her gorgeous legs in front of the camera as Jim said his part. Her smile was genuine, the warmth in her eyes for Jim.

His hand lowered to his lap as she turned back to the camera to say the beginning of their first morning story.

“San Diego has always been known for its beauty, but lately, it’s had a little help,” she explained, talking about the school children who were planting flowers up and down the freeways. “A class filled with…” she hesitated a moment as Jim’s thumb flicked a button on the key ring in his pocket. She shuddered and continued speaking to the best of her ability. “… young gard… eners…”

As much as she tried to concentrate on the show, she simply couldn’t stop thinking about the egg’s soft purr hidden deep inside her pussy, keeping her warm and excited for her Sir.