Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!
Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!
Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
Vroom! A van comes sliding around the corner and nearly hits me. I need to get off the road. The ground nearby is rocky and uneven. I want to stay on the paved road, but my umbrella and clothes are all dark and not suitable for walking on the road. I regret that I’ve never put a safety vest in my car.
With the van’s tail lights turning out of view, I know I need to get to a building as quickly as I can. Is it my imagination or is the wind picking up? I feel like the rain drops are coming faster. I don’t like it. We don’t often have serious weather in this area, but it’s not unheard of.
I pick my way across the uneven ground, staying off the road, until I get to the opening for the driveway of the building. I am hoping for some kind of guard house, but I have no luck there. I look for any kind of entrance, and I spot one way across the parking lot. There are no vehicles moving around, no trucks pulling in or out. That doesn’t bode well for me. I listen, but all I hear is the wind and rain, and the distant sound of a train on the tracks closer to my apartment. No machines inside whirring, and no people.
“Can I help you?” I hear from out of the dark.
I whirl around to find someone in a bright yellow raincoat and boots standing ten feet away from me. “Y-yes,” I stammer. “I’m so relieved to have found someone!”
“What’s wrong?” the voice asks. It sounds deep and masculine.
“My car broke down, and I don’t have my cell phone. Is there a phone I can make a call from?” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I question if I should have said them. Maybe that was information I should have kept to myself. Though, for the life of me, I can’t think of any other explanation for why I would be there asking to use a phone.
“Sure,” he replies. “Come this way.”
J R Vincente 