I published my second novel! It’s tied to my 2017 A to Z Blog Challenge.
Join Aralyn as she runs from her past in this Erotic Choose Your Own Adventure novel. Aralyn leaves town when her life is turned upside down. Your blood will race as you explore a new town and new people with Aralyn. She might even get to explore a BDSM Dungeon! Make your own choices and find out.
Purchasing options:
Welcome to the Z Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for Z was Ask permission.
She knew that asking permission would be the way to go. If she didn’t ask for permission, she ran the risk of getting in trouble. She was hesitant to ask him, though. What if he said no? What if her asking threw him off? She didn’t know, and she was terrified to find out. But the thought of trying to touch him without permission, when he was clearly in a dominant mood, terrified her more. So she knew she would have to ask.
“Sir,” she started. He didn’t respond, and she realized she had probably spoken so softly he couldn’t hear her. “Sir,” she said again, a little louder this time.
“Hm?” he asked.
“Sir, may I unzip your pants?”
He looked at her questioningly for a moment, then he nodded his assent and moved closer to give her access to his pants. She unzipped and unbuttoned him and took his pants and boxers down, so his cock was exposed in front of her. “Why did you want to unzip my pants?”
She hesitated for a moment on how honest she could be. “I wanted to suck your cock,” she finally whispered, a flush creeping up her face.
“Well, I suppose you could do that,” he said with a wink.
“I would like to, Sir,” she whispered, almost embarrassed at her admission.
“Then do,” he said, and he pressed his cock to her lips. She licked the length of him, savoring the salty taste of his skin. He shuddered, and she did it again. Then she took the head of his cock into her mouth and flicked her tongue across the very tip. She moved up and down on his shaft, pressing her tongue against his flesh and allowing him to push into the back of her throat. She nearly gagged but was able to control it.
He moaned and started to buck his hips against her face so that she had to take more and more of him into her mouth.
She frequently swallowed hard to stop herself from gagging. He didn’t seem to care though as he kept moving his hips against her. “That feels so good,” he groaned.
She murmured against his cock, and she knew the vibrations would drive him wild. The way he moaned confirmed her suspicion that it would. Letting his cock fall out of her mouth, she whispered, “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“Oh?” he asked. “You want to stop sucking my cock?”
“I enjoy sucking your cock, but I really want to feel you inside me, Sir.”
“I think we can accommodate that,” he said with a grin.
He rolled her onto her back and pressed his hips against hers. She opened her legs wide to him, and he pushed himself right at her opening. “Please fuck me, Sir,” she asked quietly.
“Do you want to feel me inside you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded promptly.
“You want me to fuck you, just like this?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Sir, please.”
He didn’t verbally respond to that, but he slipped on a condom and pressed his hips forward. Her body opened for him. She was so slick and wet with desire that it was easy for him to bury himself inside her. She moaned as he filled and stretched her.
“You feel so good, Sir,”
He didn’t respond, just grunted as he began to thrust in and out of her. He never let his cock completely leave her body, but he got close. She kept her legs open wide to him, and he kept moving in and out of her as they both groaned and gasped and moaned.
Then he suddenly stopped, buried inside her. He leaned back onto his feet and moved between her parted legs. Pressing his thumb to the tender nub beneath the folds of skin, she began to writhe beneath him, her pussy clenching. She knew that her desire was written all over her face.
She moaned as he began to fuck her again while pressing against her clit with his thumb. “Oh god,” she screamed, “Oh thank you, Sir!”
She began to buck against him as she neared orgasm. When their rhythm was off just enough for him to stop, he said, “Hold still, little one.” She tried her best to stay still, but it was so hard with him rubbing against her clit and fucking her at the same time.
When she was near to orgasm, she asked if she could. “May I orgasm, please, Sir?”
“You may,” he grunted, and it was clear that he was close to orgasm himself.
“Thank you, Sir,” she yelled as the orgasm rolled over her. As her pussy clenched around his cock, he began to pound into her faster, and she felt his release. His cock pulsed and he collapsed on top of her, just barely keeping his balance so that he dropped his weight on the bed instead of directly on her.
After a few minutes of laying there, Aralyn realized they didn’t even need to watch porn; they were practically making their own. After a while, he whispered, “I love you, Aralyn.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered back.
He kissed her on the forehead, and the two lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The End
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back in the next few days for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the Y Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for Y was Yes! She wants to go back to the hotel and watch porn.
“Well, now that you put it that way…” she let her voice trail off.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “If you want to go back to the room and watch porn on your laptop we can totally do that.”
“Okay,” he said. “then let’s do it.”
She didn’t know what else to say to that, so she just let the subject drop.
Before she knew it, they were back at the hotel and checked in. The hotel was very upscale. The room had high ceilings, pale walls, tasteful art, and an enormous bed. The bathroom also had a huge whirlpool tub. “This is incredible,” she said, looking around.
“Yes, yes it is.”
He pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. He began to suckle on her breasts. He licked and kissed each nipple, nipping enough to draw a quick breath from her but not so much that she would cry out in pain. She was moaning in delight, though, and he seemed to be reveling in the noises she was making.
He tugged at the waistband of her pants and then unbuttoned and unzipped them and pulled them over her hips. Her underwear quickly followed, along with her socks and shoes and she was standing naked in front of him. He moved down her body so that he was nuzzling her right where her thighs met. He kissed her softly and felt the smoothness of her pussy lips. He flicked his tongue out, and she shuddered and gripped his shoulder, hanging on for dear life.
When he started licking from the top of her slit downward, her knees nearly buckled. “Sevy, please, I need to sit.” He roughly pushed her toward the bed, following her closely and resumed his teasing as soon as she was on the bed. She noted that he was still fully dressed but he was so intent on licking her, she didn’t think she had any choice in getting him undressed.
He licked her again right down her slit and stopped at her core. His tongue slipped inside her and pressed as far as it could go. She was aching to feel him enter her deeper. It was a very effective tease. More than anything, she wanted to feel his cock slide inside her.
But he was not going to oblige her on that just yet. Instead, he began to lick back up to her clit. His tongue circled her clit, which peaked out of its hood at his prodding. But then he moved away from her clit and began to kiss and nibble on the inside of her thighs. She was becoming desperate for him to stop teasing her but she knew there was practically no chance of him appeasing her. He was obviously enjoying driving her crazy. He moved around so that he was sideways to her and Sevy was able to reach over and pinch her nipples as he licked her pussy. She realized that with just a little bit of a stretch, she could reach the zipper on his jeans.
Did she dare to unzip his pants without asking permission?
Unzip his pants!
OR
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the X Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for X was a tie! By random choice, you get No! She doesn’t want to go to the X-rated Movie Theater.
Aralyn wasn’t sure why, but she decided it was better not to go to the X-rated movie. She wasn’t even sure what her reason for saying no was. It was certainly true that it would be a new experience for her and she was sometimes uncomfortable with new experiences. On the other hand, the thought of going to an X-rated movie with Sevy made her very nervous. She really wasn’t sure how she would feel about it. In the end, she just wanted to spend some time with Sevy where they could talk. It would be better for them to spend some quiet time in the hotel.
“Let’s just go to the hotel,” she said, and he smiled.
“It’s all good,” he said. “We can absolutely do that. No worries, sweetheart.” He placed a hand on the back of her neck. “Please, don’t worry about saying no to me.”
“Okay,” she said and smiled. She relaxed now that she knew Sevy wasn’t going to be upset with her for not wanting to go to the X-rated movie. “It’s not the movie,” she said quietly. “It’s just that I would rather be able to talk.”
“That’s fine,” he said with another smile.
“Okay,” she said, still somewhat uncertain about what her position with him was.
“Though, are you saying that we could go back to the hotel and watch porn on my laptop?” he winked at her, and she looked at him almost scandalized. “I’m kidding!” he protested. “Unless the answer is yes, in which case, I’m all in.” He winked at her.
She really wasn’t quite sure what to say to that one, but she was glad he was teasing her and joking around with her. Things were in a good place.
Should she say yes to going back to the room and watching porn?
Say yes!
OR
Just laugh, like it was a joke.
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the W Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for W was a tie! By random choice, you get Wilmington, DE!
She debated back and forth. Washington, D.C. would be a fun place to go. She hadn’t ever been, and she knew there would be lots of great history there. On the other hand, it was a huge tourist trap, and that was dangerous for her. A town in the smallest state in the area was a good place to go if she wanted to stay hidden. So even though she possibly would prefer Washington, D.C., she chose Wilmington, DE. She checked the box and slipped it back across the table to him.
Later, she asked him, “What is there to do in Wilmington?”
“I’ll think of something,” he told her. “Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ve got it.”
“Okay,” she said. She was unsure, but she knew that she trusted Sevy, so she was just going to let it go and give him control. Sometimes it was nice to give up control, anyway. It was just an odd thing for her to do it with vacation plans rather than in the bedroom.
It wasn’t long before he had their plans set and they had their few days off. Aralyn packed a bag with a variety of types of clothes, not knowing what they were going to be doing there. She was nervous not being able to plan ahead for various situations, but she pushed the feelings aside and made sure she was packed and ready when he arrived to pick her up.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said smiling. “I’m sorry I have so much stuff. I didn’t know what we were doing so I brought a little of everything.” She could feel her cheeks growing warm with a mild blush. Aralyn hadn’t expected herself to get embarrassed by the fact that she looked like she was moving, but she wasn’t usually quite so materialistic.
“No worries,” he said, and he smiled even as he heaved her bags into the trunk of the car. “If I had wanted you to pack light, I could’ve told you.” He winked at her, and she grinned.
“Thanks, Sevy,” she said, and she stood up on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek.
“No problem, babe,” he said with a grin, and he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a proper kiss. She practically melted right there on the sidewalk.
“Wow,” she said when he broke their kiss and pulled back.
He was grinning at her. “Ready to go?”
“Uh huh,” she said vaguely and got in the car when he opened the door for her. She was still in a daze a few minutes later when he pulled onto the highway.
“You okay, Aralyn?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“Yes,” she said, shaking her head and snapping out of her stupor. “I just… I don’t know what. Kissing you is like an aphrodisiac.” He laughed a hearty laugh, and she blushed much darker than she had earlier.
When he saw the look on her face, he hastened to add, “I’m sorry to laugh. I probably shouldn’t. You’re just so cute. It’s not a bad thing.”
His words came out in a rush, and she felt relief that he wasn’t making fun of her.
“Okay,” she said. “I see what you mean.” She smiled despite her embarrassment and then felt his hand reaching across the center console to grip her hand. They held hands the rest of the car ride.
“You’re so amazing,” he said a while later after they had talked about their childhoods and their dreams and everything in between.
“As are you,” she returned the compliment.
“And you’re sexy as hell,” he grinned at her, and she grinned back.
She wondered where he was going with that comment. “So I have a proposition.”
“Okay,” she said, hesitantly. What in the world could Sevy be considering now?
“I researched what there was to do in Wilmington.”
“Okay,” she said again, prompting him to continue, “and what is there to do?”
“Well, there’s an X-Rated movie theater there.”
She raised her eyebrows. “I’ve never known there to be one around here.”
“You’d be surprised what you can find when you set your mind to it. But, there’s one in Wilmington nonetheless.”
“Hm,” she said, noncommittal.
“Would you like to go?” he asked.
Does Aralyn want to go to the X-rated Movie Theater?
Yes OR No
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the V Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for V was go on Vacation!
Even though she had only just met Sevy, she felt like she would like to go away with him. It wasn’t just that the sex was great. She enjoyed spending time with him, and she would love to get away from work, even though she had just started her job. It was starting to sink in that she was going to have to make some adjustments to her lifestyle from before she moved. In her rush to leave Iowa, she hadn’t had time to process how much her life would change when she ran away. Now that she was facing the relative monotony of work and a life without a huge, active secret, she feared she would get bored. Sevy seemed to have the solution to that.
Still, work was a big sticking point for her. “But how am I going to ask off of work the same time you do?”
“I’ll get it all fixed. We can go a Tuesday-Thursday or something. It doesn’t have to be over a weekend, you know. We aren’t using paid time off or anything, since we don’t get that, we’re just taking our “weekend” together.”
“Do you think that will work?”
“I know it will.” He grinned at her, a boyish look on his rugged face. She reached over and gently traced the stubble on his chin. He was beautiful. She could just look at him all day.
“Well, if you think it will work, I’m up for it,” she said.
“I can’t wait!” he exclaimed. “We’ll have to think about where we want to go…” he let his voice trail off in careful contemplation. “I’ll do some research. This is exciting!”
Aralyn giggled at him. He was so silly that she couldn’t help it. She loved his boyish charm.
Their bodies were just barely touching, and he pulled her closer to him so that their chests were pressed tightly together. He kissed her, and she melted into him. “Mmm,” she murmured against his mouth.
He nipped at her lip, and she felt herself bucking her hips gently against him. “Again already?” he asked, pulling back from the kiss.
“Maybe,” she said with a grin she wasn’t even attempting to hide.
He laughed heartily and pinned her to the bed. “I might be able to do that…”
@}–}——
The next day, Aralyn and Sevy were working together. She had eventually gone home for the night and grabbed a few hours of sleep before needing to be back at work for a shift at the bar. She hadn’t even thought to ask Sevy if he was working, too, but she felt that 10 am was too early to send him a text since they had been out so late the night before.
She had only been at work an hour when she saw his car roll into the parking lot. She had to suppress a grin to keep anyone from noticing how happy she was to see him. She wasn’t sure if it was wise to advertise their relationship where they worked.
She made sure to find things to keep her busy, so she wasn’t tempted to run into Sevy’s arms when he walked behind the bar. She was just cleaning the far side of the bar when he entered. She realized it was a poor plan when he walked all the way to where she was standing to fold up his sweatshirt. She had forgotten that he had done that for as long as she had known him. If she had been thinking about it, she would have found another place to stand to attempt to avoid him. Not that she was trying to avoid him, but more that she didn’t want to blow it.
He reached the part of the bar she was standing by, and he purposefully brushed against her as he put his sweatshirt in the small space under the bar. She realized he had essentially pinned her to the bar with his body. “Hi,” he said in a quiet voice.
She glanced left and right as quickly and surreptitiously as she could and saw that there were hardly any customers in this area of the bar and there were no other staff. “Hi,” she murmured back.
“How are you this morning?”
“Okay, a little tired.”
“That’s not a surprise,” he said with a wink. Sevy pulled Aralyn to him and gave her a quick kiss on the lips that left her cheeks flushed. He let her go then and stepped away from her.
“So, it’s like that, is it?” a familiar voice said from behind him. Aralyn couldn’t see who was speaking, but she was pretty sure it was Devon, the restaurant manager, and her boss. Shit.
Sevy turned around slowly, looking completely calm and collected.
“Yep,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
“Humph.” Devon seemed disgruntled that there would be a relationship between two of his employees. “I need to see you both in my office.”
Aralyn looked around. There were no patrons at the bar and Sevy wouldn’t have any tables, so there was no harm in her walking away. She grabbed a waitress she hardly knew on her way through the kitchen. “Watch the bar for me, please.” Aralyn knew she sounded desperate, but she couldn’t help herself. She was so scared she was about to lose her job that she could hardly think straight.
When they walked into the manager’s office, he shut the door behind them and then sat down behind his desk. Sevy lounged in one of the two chairs opposite Devon. Aralyn moved slowly and nervously to sit next to Sevy.
“So, a relationship already?” He directed his statement to Sevy.
“Yeah,” Sevy said.
“You know there’s no policy against it.”
“I know.”
Aralyn watched the two men like a ping pong match. “And if things go bad?”
“We’ll be professional.”
At that comment, Devon looked at Aralyn. “Of course we will,” she agreed quickly.
“Keep your distance at work. Don’t let it interfere.”
“Of course,” Aralyn said quickly.
Sevy just shrugged. When there was a silence as Devon waited for him to answer, he said, “Sure, you got it.”
“Okay then,” Devon said, a smile playing just behind his eyes. “Go about your business.”
“Thanks, boss.”
“Thank you,” Aralyn practically whispered.
It was evident that Devon was dismissing them, but Sevy wasn’t having it. “Actually, before we go, we wanted to ask something…”
Ten minutes later, they walked out of there having secured three days off in a row for the two of them. Aralyn hadn’t said a word during the whole conversation, and Sevy had been, surprisingly, right. Devon had agreed with no trouble when Sevy volunteered them to work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday when they got back from their vacation.
When they got back out to the bar, things were picking up, and they hardly had time to talk. By the time Aralyn was ready to take a break, she was exhausted. She got some food for lunch and sat at the far corner of the bar out of the way. Sevy was waiting on her, even though she could have just gotten her own food.
When he brought her a drink, he placed it on a napkin, and when she looked at it, she noticed there was writing on the otherwise plain, white napkin. What was that?
On the napkin were two small check boxes with two names next to them:
Washington, DC
Wilmington, DE
In which city should they vacation?
Washington DC
OR
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the U Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for U for was No, don’t use the safeword.
Aralyn decided that she would just have to stick it out. The first time he had spanked her, she had acted so as not to make it seem like she was as experienced as she was. But this time, she had no excuse, and she didn’t want it to appear like she was a wuss. Now she felt like she needed to be true to herself.
The timber of her whimpering was growing louder as he spanked her and she knew that soon she would be screaming. She knew that that would be unacceptable to her level of standards, so she took a deep breath and brought her whimpering back down to almost nothing.
She felt his spanking falter only slightly before he started up again and began to work even harder to hear her whimpering and moaning. She didn’t disappoint, and soon she was getting ready to use her safe word again, but then he abruptly stopped.
“You did very well,” he whispered as he rubbed her ass gently. She felt the stinging ease at his caress.
“Thank you,” she whispered, almost embarrassed to say it.
“Thank you…” he let his voice trail off, and she knew she had avoided it as long as she could. She wasn’t crazy about calling someone Sir. It seemed arcane and maybe outdated, but she knew that she had little choice in this situation. Of course, she could walk away at any time, but it was a minor reason to walk away.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, and she made sure to make her voice firm and measured. She didn’t want him to hear her reluctance to calling him Sir, especially as it had absolutely nothing to do with him.
“That’s better,” he replied. “Whenever we are in a scene of any kind, I want you to call me Sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Good,” he gave her ass a very light and playful swat and then helped her to her feet. Her feet were almost numb from being laid over the bench for so long. “Now, about that blow job…” he let his voice trail off again.
“I assume you would like me to pick up where I left off, Sir?” she was careful to add the word to her sentence this time.
“Yes, I do,” he replied in a tone of voice that was oddly sensual.
“Of course, Sir,”
She knelt down in front of him again, her ass smarting as she sat back on her heels. She managed not to wince, though. She took his cock into her mouth again and began to suck. Pulling gently on him with her lips, he murmured his pleasure. She grazed her teeth lightly across his shaft, and he grunted. She hoped that his grunts were of pleasure and not annoyance at her. Some guys liked that and others weren’t as crazy about it. When she did it a second time, and he bucked his hips against her mouth, she took it as a good sign. When he pressed against her, she let his cock slide further down her throat until she was almost choking on it. He gripped the back of her head and held her onto his cock. She moaned softly, and the vibrations caused him to practically whimper.
“I am so torn right now.”
“Hm?” she murmured.
“I love having your mouth around my cock, but I want to be in your pussy.” He grunted again and thrust toward the back of her throat. She gagged, and he groaned with obvious pleasure. “I love hearing you gag.” He had pulled back a little to allow her to breathe but then pressed again into her throat until she gagged. Water was pooling in her eyes as she tried to control her gag reflex. Then he released her, and she breathed. He pulled out of her mouth and smiled down at her. “God, you’re good at that.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, and she looked up at him through long eyelashes.
“Get up here,” he growled, and he pulled her to her feet and up against his body. He kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue. He picked her up off the floor then, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“I want you inside me so badly, Sir,” she whispered against his mouth after he had broken their kiss.
“Same here,” he said, and he put her down, not too gently, on the bed. She lay back and heard the rip of the condom wrapper and then felt him inside her mere moments later. He thrust into her, not giving her any time to adjust to the feeling of him. He pounded over and over again so that his balls made a slapping sound off of her ass. She was moaning and groaning beneath him. He slowed then and sat back on his heels, pulling her legs up in the air at a 90-degree angle. He had better access to her pussy now, and he pressed his thumb against her clit. He rubbed gently, and she moaned loudly. He moved slowly, pushing into her and pulling back, over and over again.
She was writhing beneath him, so overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all that she almost wanted him to stop. She knew she could use her safe word and he we would cease immediately, but she didn’t want that. She was just so overwhelmed with the whole situation. With him, with his cock in her pussy, with his thumb on her clit.
She felt the waves of orgasm about to hit, and she screamed as they rolled over her. Again and again, she felt the intense pleasure, the burning desire, the gush of her juices against Sevy’s cock. He didn’t let up on her, though. He kept rubbing her clit until she was thrashing on the bed so badly it seemed like she was losing her mind. Aralyn just knew that she had to do something to make the overwhelming feeling stop, but she didn’t want to. In fact, she couldn’t bring herself to push his hand away.
Finally, he stopped, and she lay still on the bed. He pulled back and thrust gently into her, moving in measured, controlled movements. It didn’t take long for him to build up his momentum again, though. Then he was pounding into her fast and hard. When his orgasm hit, he pushed himself as far into her as he could and held himself there, moving his hips only slightly. He nearly collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating.
She wanted him to get off of her but, like before, she could no more ask him to get off of her than she could fly to the moon under her own power.
“That was incredible,” he whispered. She grinned.
“It was.” An unbidden thought popped into her head. She wanted to tell him she loved him but there was no way she was going to say it.
“Can we go on vacation together?” he asked.
“Someday, sure.” She said, caught completely off guard. She totally had not expected him to ask that.
“No, I mean, not someday. Now.” He rolled off of her and lay on one side, looking down at her.
“Right now?”
“Not right this minute, but like this week.”
“How can we do that? We have to work!”
“But I think we can take off a couple of days anyway.”
“I don’t know…” she said, uncertain. The question had come out of nowhere for her. She didn’t know what to expect from that. What kind of vacation was Sevy talking about and could she take vacation at a job she had just barely started?
Should Aralyn say yes to going on vacation with Sevy?
Yes OR No
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the T Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for T was NO! Don’t break it off.
He was still looking at the floor when he said, “Aralyn, I just don’t know how to handle this information. It’s a lot to take in.”
“I know,” she said. She approached Sevy and took his hands in hers. “Don’t let this change anything between us. I’m the same person you knew before I told you about my past. It’s my past. That’s all, just my past.”
He nodded, but he didn’t look up at her. “Okay,” he said, and his eyes finally met hers.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” he confirmed. “It’s your past. We all have skeletons in our closets.”
She smiled and a whoosh of air she hadn’t realized she had been holding rushed out of her. “Of course we do.” Her smile turned to a grin as she looked at him.
“Get on your knees?” he said, but it was more of a question than a directive. Aralyn gladly dropped to her knees in front of him, and their awkward conversation was over. “I want to feel your mouth on my cock desperately. And then I want to spank you.”
She felt her pussy spasm at the thought of all of that. Things were fine, her secret had been revealed, and even though it could have gone better, it also could have been much, much worse. She pressed her lips up against his cock and pushed it into the back of her throat. She fought not to gag and managed to keep herself under control. She began to move back and forth, rocking her body so that his cock slid in and out, always moving back onto his cock when he got close to leaving her mouth completely.
He groaned and bucked his hips. Before he was ready to cum, he pulled back abruptly at just the right moment so that he slipped completely out of her mouth. Her stomach lurched because she knew that meant he was ready to put her over that spanking bench and spank her.
“That was so good,” he told her. “Are you ready to be spanked?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, her voice barely audible. “Yes, please, Sir,” she amended, and she stood up.
“Lay yourself across the bench,” he said. Aralyn saw that there were numerous straps and ways to restrain her to the bench, but he didn’t make a move to use any of those things. Instead, he slid one hand gently over her smooth ass, caressing it gently. But she knew what was coming. She knew that any moment, the gentle caress was going to turn into a harsh smack. Just as she had known it would, it did. His hand left her ass and came down sharply on her tender flesh. She squealed at the first slap but managed to bite back the noise for the second one. After that, she had better control, breathing deeply, her body tense.
After a few strikes on each ass cheek, her body started to relax into the spanking. It wasn’t so bad. She could handle it. But as soon as her body had visibly relaxed, he hit harder, bringing her out of the relaxed state she had managed to achieve. She writhed on the bench with the next set of smacks, feeling the pressure in her pussy tighten. She was so turned on by this, but it was starting to hurt. She loved the loss of her control over the situation, but then again, she had ultimate control. She could use her safe word anytime, and the whole scene would stop. But should she?
Should Aralyn use her safe word to stop the scene?
Use her safeword OR Not
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the S Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for S was Sevy reacts negatively.
“How could you?” he asked.
“What?” Aralyn asked, taken aback by his negative response.
“How could you?”
“How could I what?”
“You were the other woman,” he said, and she felt her stomach drop to her feet.
“Yes,” she said, and her voice displayed how ashamed she was of that fact.
“But how could you?” She understood the question this time, and she didn’t want to respond. She had no good response for it, and it was exactly what she was afraid of.
She had no believable reason for helping Dominico cheat on his wife. There were all sorts of things she could say, all sorts of things that made sense at the time, which made sense to her, but when spoken out loud now, months later just didn’t sound justifiable.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said, even though she wasn’t entirely sure why she was apologizing to him.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t say that it was okay. He didn’t thank her for her response. He didn’t say not to worry about it. He just said nothing.
When the silence stretched too long, she said something because she felt like she had to. “I don’t know what excuses I can make, but I would make them all. It was stupid, I regret it, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. It happened. It’s over.” When the silence fell again, she felt like she needed to fill it, but she bit her tongue to keep from saying anything.
Sevy moved away from her, putting distance between them but they were both still nude, standing in a room with a spanking bench, having a ridiculously awkward conversation.
“Sevy, say something,” she said. She was so scared about what he was going to say, but she didn’t have a choice. She would have to fill the silence herself if she didn’t get him to say something.
“I don’t know what to say,” Sevy whispered. He wasn’t looking at her now. In fact, it seemed as though he couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Something, just say something, please.”
Does Sevy terminate the relationship?
Yes OR No
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the R Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for R was He doesn’t want to know more.
“I don’t think I want to know,” he said tentatively.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and she lowered her eyes to her feet. She could feel Sevy watching her intently. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
“No, Aralyn, I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she asked looking up at him.
“I don’t need to know about your past, but if you feel like you need to tell me, then you can tell me.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m sure,” he said. “Lay it on me.”
“Dominico is into BDSM.”
Sevy raised an eyebrow. “I have never heard about that.”
“You don’t follow the gossip columns, though.”
“No, but still, it’s something I would have expected to hear, owning a dungeon!”
“True,” she said, “but he did an excellent job of keeping it quiet.”
“Apparently.”
“I think it was because he wasn’t sexually active until he was already famous. He is very selective about who he sleeps with.”
Sevy looked at her appraisingly. “I can tell why he would pick you.” He smiled at her.
“Stop,” she teased. “Dom picked me because he knew I would keep my mouth shut.”
“So then why are you telling me?”
“Because it doesn’t matter now.”
“Why not?”
“The tabloids know. There’s a picture of us together.”
“Together how?” Sevy asked a note of earnest curiosity in his voice.
“Well I haven’t actually seen the picture, I just saw the person with the camera. But,” she took a deep breath. This was going to be difficult to say. “I was bound at the wrists and ankles, and he was standing over me, beating me with a flogger.” She looked at the floor, right between Sevy’s bare feet. Why had she chosen to share this with him now? She should have just kept her mouth shut.
“He… You… Flogger.” Sevy was speechless.
“I can’t believe it isn’t all over the news yet. As soon as I saw the reporter, I left.” Sevy didn’t respond, and now that she had started to talk, she felt like she couldn’t help tell the whole story. “We had been seeing each other for a long time, and it was totally quiet. His wife had no idea. His kids had no idea. We were hiding it so well. I was his freedom. He could be himself with me. There’s something powerful in that, I think. And things were going so well, but he started wanting more of my time, wanting me to do more and more things with him. I didn’t mind. It was great. I loved being tied up and beaten and teased and…” she let her voice trail off and changed tack. “But there were problems with him sneaking out to see me. Problems with the hotel we always went to. He would slip me cash, and I would get the hotel room, and we’d smuggle him in so no one saw him. But one time someone did see him, and it was a big thing, so we changed hotels. But there are only so many hotels in a small town in Iowa, and then I think someone who worked there must have tipped off a local reporter because the next time we were together, there was a reporter there. He must have jimmied the lock or something because there I am being tied up and flogged and the next thing I know, the door is open, and there’s a reporter with a camera. Dominico slammed the door in his face and locked it behind him, but I’m sure the picture is out there. I don’t even remember how we got out of the hotel without being seen. It’s all a blur. I remember climbing out of a window and… I just don’t know. The next day I was gone.”
She went and knelt in front of him. “I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long.”
He looked at her appraisingly.
How does Sevy react?
Positively OR Negatively
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the Q Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for Q was Break the Quiet!
“Sevy,” she whispered, hardly able to form words but knowing it was important for him to know what was going on with her.
“Yeah?” he asked. He sounded relaxed, and Aralyn hated to say anything.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Okay,” he said, and there was just a touch of uncertainty in his voice. “What’s up?” he asked cautiously.
“Do you know who Dominico Lapsley is?”
Sevy raised his eyebrows. “The internationally famous movie star, of course, I do.”
“Do you know that he’s married?”
“Of course. They are one of the most famous couples in the world. And then they adopted all those cute kids from third world countries. Everyone knows about all that. They are one of the few ‘Hollywood’ couples who actually seem like they have their heads screwed on right. They don’t even live in Hollywood, do they?” He said all this and then paused, looking curious, “Why?”
She ignored his last question for the moment and answered the one before it. “No, they don’t live in Hollywood. They live in Iowa.”
“Okay, and? Hey, wasn’t there something in the tabloids about them recently?”
“Yeah,” she said, “there was a big thing about how Dominico is cheating on his wife. And it was a big deal because it wasn’t just that he was having sex with someone else. There was more to it…”
“Okay, but why are we talking about Dominico Lapsley?”
“So, you know how I just suddenly turned up here a few weeks ago?”
“Yeah,” Sevy pulled back from her a little bit, looking at her curiously.
“And you know how I don’t know anyone here?”
“Right.”
“I was Dominico’s mistress.”
Sevy let her go abruptly and stood back to look at her. “You were?” His eyes were wide with shock.
“I was.”
“Is that why you…? Did you…?” He couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought.
“I ran away when a reporter spotted us together in a… compromising position… He got a picture, too.”
“Wow,” Sevy looked stunned. He sat down on the edge of the bed. “I can’t believe…”
“I know, the whole thing was crazy. I’m not even sure…”
“Why are you telling me this?” he interrupted.
Now it was Aralyn’s turn to look shocked. “I thought…” her voice trailed off, but she tried again, “I thought you would want to know why I came here and more of my… experience.”
Sevy looked thoughtful for a moment.
How does Sevy react?
He asks to know more about her past.
OR
He tells her he doesn’t want to know.
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the P Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for P was No! Don’t use the Safe Word (Piccadilly)
Even though it was probably bad for appearances, Aralyn didn’t care. She was enjoying the feeling of Sevy’s hand striking her, and she didn’t want to use her safe word. She had been too well trained to only use her safe word if the scene needed to end. So for better or worse, she held her tongue. She knew that he couldn’t go on forever, but she had made the decision to outlast him, and so she held her tongue.
She had no idea how long it would take for him to stop spanking her, but it wasn’t as long as she would have liked. He slowed down and then stopped, taking a deep breath. It seemed like he was getting control of himself before approaching her. When he had pulled himself together, he approached and pressed his hand onto her back gently.
“Are you okay?” he asked. It seemed like he had a note of confusion to his voice that Aralyn hadn’t stopped him.
“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice quiet and husky. Sevy helped her stand up. She was stiff from having been in the same position for a while.
“What did you think of that?” he asked as he took her into his arms, the whole time moving slowly and deliberately, clearly giving her the option to move away from him if she wanted to. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
She hesitated before answering. Appearances were everything in this situation. “I liked it,” she said, not meeting Sevy’s eyes.
He pressed her chin up so she would have to look at him. “I’m glad,” he said. “Can we do it again, another time?”
“I would like that,” she murmured.
“Me, too.”
“Good.” He wrapped her in his arms and held her tight then, kissing the top of her head. She looked at him from within the circle of his arms.
“Thank you,” she said, and he let her step back a little so he could see her better.
“For what?”
“For showing me what a joy that could be.”
“You’re very welcome,” he replied. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.” It sounded as though relief was emanating from him through his voice and his body language. He hugged her tight again.
The quiet in the room was complete. There was no noise from outside of it, no music, nothing. Even Sevy was breathing so quietly she couldn’t hear him. She wondered what she should do? She was starting to feel internal pressure to talk to Sevy about her past, to tell him why she was running and what she was running from, to come clean about everything. But she wasn’t sure that she could break the quiet of the room.
Should she break the quiet?
Yes OR No
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the O Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for O was a tie! I “flipped a coin” (randomly generated a number) and got Get Out of the Hot Tub!
“Let’s get out,” she whispered. Her better judgment had, at least, taken over. She felt relieved that she now knew she had her wits about her.
He picked her up, her legs still wrapped around him, and lifted her out of the tub. Once outside, he set her down, and she stood there shivering in the chilly air. He almost immediately wrapped her in a fluffy towel he picked up off a shelf nearby.
“This is nice,” she said, indicating the towel.
“I know, I picked them out,” he winked at her. “You can find a set of these in every room in the place.”
“Really?” She was surprised that he had been that thoughtful.
“Well, yeah. Every bathroom.” He smiled. “You like them?”
“Yeah, they’re nice.”
“I’m glad you like them.” He picked up her clothes and guided them to his office. “I want to check and make sure we get a room that isn’t already reserved.”
“Smart,” Aralyn commented.
He looked at the computer for a few minutes and then said, “Okay, I’ve got us a room.” He grinned at her, and she had no idea what to expect.
He reached for her hand, and she took it. He was somehow managing to keep himself wrapped in a towel, carry both of their clothes, and hold her hand all at the same time. She wasn’t sure how he was so talented. Maybe he was magic.
“What room did you reserve for us?”
“You’ll see,” he grinned.
She wasn’t sure what to expect from that. They wound through several hallways, skirting around the edge, so they never went into the large room at the center of the compound. They were in a room Aralyn didn’t think she had seen before. There was a small sign on the door that was just a letter S. Aralyn raised her eyebrow at it. She wasn’t sure what that meant.
When the door swung open, she saw a room that looked very much like the other rooms she had seen. Except, she realized as her gaze fell upon the far side of the chamber, there was one thing that was additional. There was an object that looked like a padded sawhorse. She couldn’t contain her curiosity. “What’s that?”
“It’s a spanking bench,” he said. He walked toward it.
“A spanking bench?” she repeated.
“A spanking bench,” he replied unhelpfully.
“What is a spanking bench?” she asked. The phrase was almost becoming comical because they were overusing it. In her past, mobility was crucial, so she had never had a toy that large.
“It’s a bench for spanking,” he said with a laugh.
“Okay, no really,” she said, letting her voice trail off.
“Okay, really, it’s a bench for spanking.” He walked toward it to demonstrate. “The person,” he started significantly, looking right at her, “would lay across the bar like this.” He demonstrated, and it put his ass perfectly in the air. “There are built-in restraints here, or someone could attach their own handcuffs, if they so preferred.”
“That’s…” she couldn’t come up with a suitable word. Sevy gave her time to come up with something and let silence fill the air between them. “Interesting,” she finally finished.
He laughed quietly. “Yes, interesting is one word you could use to describe it. Exhilarating would be better. Or maybe intriguing.”
“Those are good words, too,” she whispered. She didn’t want to tell Sevy that she had had lots of experience with spanking, just not that particular piece of furniture. She quite enjoyed being spanked, but she would continue to let him believe that she had never been spanked before and had no idea what it would be like.
“Have you…” he began, and she shook her head before he could get the question out. She figured that it would be better if he couldn’t ask the question, so she didn’t have to lie to him.
He nodded like he understood, but she smiled to herself, knowing that he actually had no clue.
“Have you ever been spanked?” she asked in a quiet, shy voice.
“Yes,” he said. “I feel that I should try whatever I’m going to do to someone else.”
Aralyn admired that quality in him, but she decided that she wasn’t going to pursue that line of questioning because she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know that much about him. In fact, the thought of him tied up and naked to the spanking bench made her squirm with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. She may be more on the submissive side usually, but occasionally she enjoyed dominating someone.
“That makes sense,” she said and then changed the subject. “And do you want me to…” she let her voice trail off.
“Well, I would love for you to lay across that bench but if you aren’t ready for that, I totally understand. I don’t want to push you.” Actually, pushing was just what Aralyn wanted—pushing boundaries. She wanted to know that he would take control of her and let her be free, even if it was just for a short period of time. She wanted to be spanked so badly that the thought of almost having sex with Sevy was driven from her mind.
“I don’t know…” she said, playing at being coy. She didn’t want to sound like she was too excited about the prospect of it.
“It’s okay,” he said quickly. “No pressure.” He approached her and wrapped one hand around the back of her neck. He lowered his head, so their lips were millimeters apart. “I want you to always feel comfortable with me. I especially don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do something to please me. I respect you too much for that.”
She nodded slightly, and their lips brushed together. Sevy closed the gap between them and kissed her lightly on the lips. She sighed against him and felt her whole body sag. She felt such relief at being close to him again.
Then they were wrapped around each other. Sevy’s other hand had wound around to Aralyn’s back and was pressing her chest against his. Her hands were on his narrow hips. Her body was tingling all over. She loved the feel of his body pressed against hers. She wanted to stay like this forever. But of course, perfection can’t last. He ended their kiss and pulled back from her.
He looked down into her eyes, and she stared back. She was locked in his gaze. “I want to try it,” she whispered, embarrassed to even say it.
“You want me to spank you?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Okay,” he said. “I will spank you under one condition.” She nodded and looked at him, expectantly. “I am going to give you a safeword, and you need to use it if you feel like it’s too much or you can’t handle it. Got it?” He was looking at her with the most serious expression she had ever seen on him.
“Yes,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure if she should call him Sir, but she figured that might come with time. She also wanted to ensure that she didn’t appear too knowledgeable about the whole situation.
“Excellent,” he said, more to himself than to her. “Your safe word is Piccadilly.”
“Piccadilly?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied, sounding too sure of himself. Aralyn thought he just sounded silly, standing there saying Piccadilly. What the heck was that, even? “It’s certainly not something you ever say in a sex scene, and I won’t misconstrue it for something else.” She looked at him, apparently with enough of a look of confusion on her face that he decided to explain further. “For example, if your safe word were peanuts, that could sound like penis.” He paused, thought for a moment, and said, “Honestly, I don’t know why you would yell out ‘penis’ while being spanked, but it’s always best to make sure your safe word is something that would have no reason to be said during a sex scene.”
He ended his lecture and looked at her expectantly. “You’d make a good teacher,” she teased.
He rolled his eyes at her and gave her a playful swat on the ass. She jumped and squeaked, not because it hurt but because she was surprised he had done it. She grinned up at him, and he muttered, “You are going to be a fun one to break.” By the look in his eye, it almost seemed like he hadn’t meant for her to hear the comment. He certainly didn’t seem to be teasing, nor did he seem to be waiting for a response. So, she didn’t respond. She just kept looking at him until the heat between them built up enough that it overwhelmed them and he broke the tension. He took a step back from her, breaking the spell, and she shook her head, almost as though shaking off a particularly nagging fly.
“What do you want me to do?” Her voice was soft and measured. Even though it wasn’t something new to her, she wasn’t comfortable talking about it out loud. It had always been one of her downfalls. She wasn’t confident enough to talk about sex. She would be dismal at phone sex.
“I want you naked.” She complied immediately. He gripped her shoulders and turned her around to face the bench and put enough pressure to push her forward. She moved until she was right up against the spanking bench. She bent forward and presented her ass to him.
He stepped behind her and gently touched her ass. She shuddered under his light touch. He rubbed gently across both ass cheeks over and over, lulling her into a sense of security. She moaned quietly and waited for the first blow to land.
His hand left her ass, and then she felt it reconnect with a sharp stab of pain. She also felt her pussy begin to get wet at the loss of control she was feeling. She hadn’t realized how much she had needed this until it was happening. He pulled his hand back again and smacked her other ass cheek. She groaned audibly then.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said as loudly as she could get her voice to go. She was nearly trembling with desire now.
He spanked her again, and again, alternating cheeks. She was enjoying it immensely, but she was worried that she was starting to push the levels of believability. Sevy had no idea what kind of experience she had, and she assumed that someone with little experience would not be able to handle that much. She would need to use the safe word at some point. But when?
Should she use the safe word, Piccadilly, now?
Yes OR No
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the N Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for N was to be the Nightlife!
“You know,” Aralyn said, “I don’t see any problem with being the Nightlife. I mean, that’s essentially being the life of the party, right?” She grinned up at him.
“Yeah,” Sevy replied. “Ready to strip down and get in a Jacuzzi?”
Aralyn took a deep breath and then said, “Yes, let’s do it.”
They got up from the bar and moved toward the hot tub in the middle of the room. Sevy stood next to it and whispered, “After you,” he murmured to Aralyn.
She raised an eyebrow at him but decided that she should go for it. It was hard for her to strip naked right there with all those people around but she decided that if she could focus her attention on Sevy, she could handle it. She locked eyes with him and pulled her skimpy shirt over her head. Her skirt and panties quickly followed. She tossed them on a rack that was hanging next to the tub.
Sevy was looking at her appraisingly. He seemed surprised that she was going along with it. She smiled at him sheepishly and then turned toward the hot tub. “I’m getting in,” she said, and she climbed the short staircase and into the hot water.
Sevy followed suit and quickly joined her in the hot water.
“This is nice,” he murmured. He pulled Aralyn close to him until she was practically sitting on his lap.
“Yes it is,” she agreed. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. When she opened them just a minute or two later, she realized that other people were disrobing and getting into the other hot tubs. Within five minutes, they had company getting in beside them.
“Told you,” Sevy whispered in her ear.
She looked up at him. “I have to admit that I was skeptical. It’s not that I didn’t believe you, it just seemed so wild that it would be true.” Aralyn’s nerves were making her talk too fast.
“I know,” he reassured her. “It does seem hard to believe, but it’s true. Once one person does it, the others follow quickly.” He appeared to be trying to whisper directly in her ear so their company couldn’t hear him. Aralyn was sure that it wasn’t good for business to let your customers know that you were herding them like sheep.
She climbed on top of him and wrapped her legs around him. Their lips touched, and she felt a jolt of heat run through her. His tongue probed her mouth, and she could feel his cock getting hard against her stomach. She rubbed gently against him, and she could feel him moaning against her lips.
Sitting on top of him, she felt like she might be in control of the situation, but she knew it was just an illusion. If he wanted to, he could pick her up or flip her around so that he was back in control. But for now, she would revel in the modicum of power she had. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth and thrust hers into his mouth. Their tongues tangled and his cock continued to grow and press against her. She was rubbing her pussy against him, and she felt her arousal growing.
He broke the kiss and began to nibble down the side of her neck. She moaned and writhed against him. Her pussy was so close to his cock, that she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her.
“Oh my god,” she groaned as he nibbled just behind her ear. “Oh please.”
“Please what?” he murmured against her skin.
“I want to feel you inside me.” She was practically whining.
“Right now?”
“Yesss,” she hissed. “Yes please.”
He whispered directly into her ear, “Do you mean right here in this hot tub?” That thought gave her pause. She wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. For starters, there were two other people in the hot tub with them. And for another, they had just started dating, and unprotected sex was probably a bad idea. But she wanted to feel him inside her, and she wasn’t sure she could wait much longer.
“Do you want to get out of the hot tub?” he asked. That was a thought, but Aralyn wasn’t sure she could stand it if she had to get off of his lap.
OR
Stay in the hot tub.
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the M Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for M was to get some food!
“Let’s go get some more food,” she said.
“Mozzarella sticks? Mashed potato bites? Macaroni and cheese?”
“You’re teasing.”
“No, they were all on the menu, you just got stuck on mozzarella sticks and never looked at anything else,” he teased.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Fifteen minutes later, they headed out into the main room again.
“So seriously, what would you like to eat?” he asked. Aralyn picked the mashed potato bites since they sounded interesting and he sat her back at the bar, a few stools away from where she had sat earlier. She looked around for a clock but didn’t see one.
“What time is it?” she asked him.
He looked at his cell phone. “Almost eight.” Sure enough, people were filtering into the main area now. Some appeared with mussed hair, implying they had come from nearby rooms. Some seemed freshly washed like she and Sevy were. Some seemed to be coming in from work or home and were greeting other people as they entered.
“Are there a lot of regulars here?” Aralyn asked.
“Sometimes,” Sevy said. “We do have newcomers, but most people come once or twice and get hooked. They like coming back. I have to admit, we create a nice atmosphere.” She smiled and looked around. Indeed, people seemed to be enjoying themselves. “Excuse me a minute,” he said, “since I’m here, I might as well double as a barman for a bit.”
“Can I help?” Aralyn asked. Sevy looked at her questioningly.
“Do you want to do that?”
“Do I get to keep my tips,” she winked at him.
“Sure,” he said. “That’s fair.”
“Then yeah, why not?” she asked.
“Okay,” he said and opened the employee opening in the bar for her. “Come on back.” He briefly showed her where a few things were and let her attend to the customers who were slowly filtering up to the bar. Her food came out from the kitchen and she grabbed bites when she could.
She was feeling nervous and wondering why she had volunteered to help at the bar, but she noticed that the tips were plentiful and the customers courteous. She remarked on that when they had a moment together.
“I know,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“What do you mean?” she asked, but then they were both called away by customers. When they had another free moment, she repeated the question.
“If someone is a jerk to our staff, their membership gets revoked.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s in those rules and regulations you signed when you came in.”
“Huh,” she said.
“News travels fast when someone gets booted from the club, so it doesn’t happen all that often.”
“Interesting,” she said.
As it got to 8:30, Sevy started to appear annoyed, not at the customers, but just in general.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Someone was supposed to be at the bar other than me,” he said. “Half an hour ago.”
Aralyn raised an eyebrow at him. “There would have been a lot of annoyed customers if no one had shown up.”
“Yes, there certainly would have been.”
“Can you handle the bar for a minute while I go see what’s going on?”
“Sure,” she said, but she wasn’t super confident about it. She had asked Sevy questions throughout the half an hour she had spent bartending. It was a system she wasn’t used to, and the food prep was not something she was familiar with.
Five minutes later, he came back through the door with an employee in tow. “Come on, Aralyn, we can go,” he said, and he pulled her out from behind the bar, leaving the employee to tend to the customers.
“What happened?” she asked as he dragged her onto the dance floor and pulled her into his arms.
“The bartender called in sick.”
“Oh, why didn’t you know?” Aralyn asked.
“Isn’t that an excellent question,” Sevy answered with biting anger. “Guess who was responsible for telling me.”
“That’s not a hard guess,” Aralyn said. “I can tell by the set of your jaw.” She trailed a finger a long his jawline. “It’s Sally, isn’t it?”
“Yep,” he said. “I’m going to talk to my business partner about this. She’s screwing up on the job now, too. It’s not just that she annoys me, but she’s detrimental to the company. He won’t like that. He may be a bit of an idiot when it comes to her, but he isn’t going to jeopardize the company.”
“That’s good,” Aralyn said. She realized that with the party in full swing, there should be people getting into the hot tubs but when she looked, they were all bubbling away merrily, empty. “No one’s in the hot tubs,” she changed the subject.
“I know,” he said. “Most people won’t get in until someone starts them off.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yep, even though it’s a Jacuzzi party, people don’t want to be the first ones. It’s weird,” he acknowledged. She raised her eyebrows at him. “Yeah, it is weird, but that’s the way it is. Do you want to be the Nightlife of the club tonight?”
“The Nightlife?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s what we call the person who starts off the excitement in the club.”
Does Aralyn want to be the Nightlife of the club?
Yes or No
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the L Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for L was Someone is Listening at the Door!
Aralyn looked at the door. The door itself was opaque, but underneath the door was a sliver of light. The sliver of light was broken by two shadows. Feet.
“Shit,” Aralyn breathed. Her heart rate quickened, and she pushed her skirt down to cover her ass, not even worrying about her soaking wet panties, stretched sideways across her ass. She grabbed her shirt from the floor just as Sevy slipped his cock back inside his boxers, condom and all. She was just pulling her shirt on when the door of the closet opened.
“You!” a voice yelled from the doorway.
Aralyn turned to see a terribly familiar face. It was Sally, standing in the doorway, a swath of the light falling over Sevy and Aralyn.
“Yes, me,” Sevy said with irritation.
“What are you doing in here?” Sally asked.
“What does it look like?” Sevy pulled his shirt over his head.
Sally spluttered for a minute. She seemed unsure of whether she was supposed to answer the question or not.
“Never mind,” Sevy said. “Go back to reception.” He shut the door. “Come on, Aralyn.” He took Aralyn by the hand, and they left the kitchen. A few moments later, they entered an office.
“Where are we?” Aralyn whispered.
“My office,” They entered a small room that housed one desk chair, two chairs for guests, a large desk, a bookshelf and several filing cabinets.
“This is nice,” she said as she surveyed the space. Sevy shut the door quite hard and locked it behind them.
“I am so sick of her,” he seethed.
“Do you think she knew we were in there?” Aralyn asked.
“She must have,” he said. “She doesn’t have anything to do with the kitchen. The tours don’t go there, and she isn’t food staff.”
“Oh,” Aralyn said. She had nothing else to add, though why she was trying to give Sally the benefit of the doubt she had no idea.
“She can’t bother us in here,” he said. “If she comes to the door, I just won’t answer.”
“Good,” Aralyn said. Sevy was leaning against the closed door. She walked up to him and reached for the waistband of his jeans. “You have to be uncomfortable in there.” Aralyn unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She pulled them down and slipped the condom off his cock, dropping it in a nearby trashcan. “Please tell me that Sally empties your office trash,” she grinned up at him.
He cracked a smile. “I wouldn’t let Sally within ten feet of this office,” he said with seriousness, but also with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Maybe I should hang on to that condom and drop it in the reception trash.” He winked at Aralyn, and she grinned up at him.
“No need to antagonize the beast,” she said. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, and it was rapidly shrinking back into his pants.
“Damnit,” he muttered. “I’m sorry. Sally is ruining everything today.”
“It’s okay,” Aralyn said.
“We should have just gone home,” he said.
“No, it was really hot having sex in the kitchen,” Aralyn murmured as she rose to stand in front of him. “And I’m really looking forward to the party tonight.”
“Good,” he said. He seemed to focus back in on Aralyn. “I want you to have fun. That was the whole point of bringing you here.”
That, and you wanted to show me the dungeon you own, thought Aralyn. “Yes,” she agreed aloud.
“Come on,” he said, and he pulled her into his arms. “I think it might be wise for us to get cleaned up,” he suggested.
“Sure,” she said. She was sure she was a mess, and she certainly felt like a mess. “Where?” she asked.
“Right here,” he said, indicating a door she hadn’t noticed behind his desk.
“Right here?” she asked in disbelief.
“Yeah.” he opened the door and pulled her inside. She was surprised to find a full bathroom with a large tub and adjacent shower.
“Why do you have this?” she asked, somewhat skeptically. Although it wasn’t totally abnormal to have a bathroom off of his office, she wondered why he would need it if he didn’t bring women here regularly.
“When we, well, when I designed the building, I designed a nice big bathroom for basically every room. You’ll find that all of the private rooms have them and there are several off of the main room. They are all behind secret doors, so you have to be looking for them to see them. If you had had a proper tour, you would have known what to look for. But I kind of skipped over that earlier. Sorry.” He did look apologetic as he shed his clothes quickly and then undressed Aralyn. She didn’t argue at all as he undressed her and neatly placed her clothes on a chair next to them.
“Bath or shower?” he asked.”
“Either is fine,” she replied.
He ran the bathwater, pushing the plug into place. They watched the water filling the tub in a comfortable silence. Aralyn was thinking about the hot tubs they would be in later. She was getting nervous about that, too, thinking about the strangers beneath the hot water with her. But she set it out of her mind as she felt Sevy growing hard against her back.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked him, her tone belying that she knew quite well what he was thinking.
“Getting you in the water,” he murmured in her ear.
“Oh?” she said. She hadn’t been expecting that much of a direct answer, or that Sevy had been specifically thinking about her and the tub that was right in front of them.
“Mm-hmm,” he said, and he kissed the back of her neck.
As the tub filled, Sevy motioned for her to get into the water. She did, and she felt relief as the warm water enveloped her. He got in and sat behind her, pulling her against him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and she could feel his cock pressing against her back.
“Please let me know if you’re uncomfortable in any way,” he whispered.
“Mm,” she groaned, “not at all.”
“Good,” he said, and he gently began massaging her stomach just beneath her breasts. He was working his way lower and lower until his expert fingers slipped between her thighs. She parted them for him willingly, and he found her still slick with her juices in the hot water. She could feel his fingers slipping along her slit, but he found her clit quickly and applied just the right amount of pressure. She groaned loudly, and it echoed in the tile of the bathroom.
“Oh my god,” she let out as he pushed his fingers faster on her clit. She kept repeating it over and over again. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
“Cum for me,” he whispered in her ear. She desperately wanted to cum, and she was very close, but she was only just on the edge of it. “Cum for me, Aralyn.” And when he said her name she felt herself fall off the cliff into oblivion. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, and she writhed against him, churning the water, pressing her back against his cock even harder.
Her hips bucked, trying to push him away. He didn’t fight her, though, and he slipped his fingers back from between her legs. She relaxed against him, completely sated. “That was incredible,” she whispered. She didn’t trust her voice to speak any louder than that.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, even though he hadn’t had any pleasure.
She smiled up at him over her shoulder, and she felt him rubbing his hands along her hips and sides and up over her breasts, but he was caressing, not being insistent at all.
She felt her stomach start growling then. She hadn’t ever finished eating before because they had been distracted by their little tryst in the kitchen.
“Do I hear your stomach growling?” he asked.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Do you want to go get something to eat? You never did finish your mozzarella sticks.”
“I know,” she replied, but she was so comfortable in the warm water that she wasn’t sure how to respond.
Does she agree to get out of the bath and get food, or does she prefer to stay in the warm water with Sevy?
She wants to get mozzarella sticks or some other food.
OR
She wants to stay in the bath.
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the K Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for K was YES to sex in the kitchen!
“Okay, let’s do it,” she whispered, and he looked at her in surprise.
“I didn’t think you’d actually say yes,” he said.
“Neither did I,” she admitted.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said, with a confidence she didn’t feel.
“Let’s do it, please,” she said, and it was all the encouragement he needed, for he picked her up off the barstool and carried her behind the bar before she could say another word.
“Sevy!” she squealed without meaning to.
He hushed her and put her down when they had gone through the swinging doors into the back kitchen.
“Where are we going?” she whispered.
“The walk in storage area,” he told her, and he opened a big set of double doors to reveal a room that was filled from floor to ceiling with shelves of dry foods. “Oh my god,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you took me here!”
“Why not? It’s the perfect place for some privacy.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she giggled. “We’re in a building filled with rooms for this exact purpose, and yet we’re going to have sex in a storage room?”
“I know, isn’t it hot?” he asked. “And it’s something I’ve never done before,” he said.
That was all the encouragement she needed. The green-eyed monster inside her liked the idea that it was something Sevy hadn’t done before and his first time would be with her. She loved that idea like she hadn’t loved any other. Aralyn stopped giggling almost abruptly and walked right up to him. “Yes, it is hot,” she agreed, and she pulled his shirt up over his belly. He helped her remove his shirt, and then he pulled the straps of her shirt down over her shoulders.
He didn’t protest at all as she then pulled the shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor next to them. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he looked down at her. Her breasts were round and firm, and he gripped one of them with one hand while he pulled her close to him with the other. He was kissing her again, his tongue exploring her mouth which was still cool from the ice cube they had shared.
She was nervous to be doing this in such a semi-public place, but she was so turned on that she couldn’t help herself. She pulled at the clasp on Sevy’s jeans, and he didn’t stop her as she unzipped them and pushed them down over his hips. His boxers followed quickly, and they were pushed down to his knees. While they were kissing, She couldn’t get his pants any lower than that.
She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees in front of him. His cock bobbed, and her breasts rubbed against it on her way to the floor.
“Oh my god,” he groaned as she took his already stiffening cock into her mouth. As he hardened, she could see that he was huge. She flicked her tongue across his head, and his knees nearly buckled. She noticed that he had to catch himself and she wondered if he was regretting his suggestion of sex in the kitchen. She pulled him further into her mouth and sucked gently. He groaned, and she took that as a good sign. She sucked again and again. He began to rock against her, one hand on the back of her head. She pulled him deeper and deeper into the back of her throat, and she was barely able to control her gag reflex. He kept groaning and moaning. “Stop, stop,” he begged. She looked up at him with doe eyes and it looked like his resolve in telling her to stop was crumbling. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered, and she let his cock bob out of her mouth and sat back on her heels.
“Please?” she asked, as though her pussy wasn’t aching to be filled.
“Turn around,” he directed, and she did.
He pressed her against a stack of potatoes that was piled up on the floor so that she was bent over. She heard the distinctive rip of a condom and then felt him press against her. He had pulled her skirt up over her hips and had pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties. He wasn’t even going to take them off. That was hot.
He pressed himself against her, and he slid inside easily. She was practically dripping wet. He thrust into her once and then stilled. She groaned as he filled her, but she did feel that he was stretching her. She may have preferred that they have more time to build to the sex, but she had desperately wanted him inside of her, and it seemed that he had wanted the same thing. She didn’t regret it in the slightest.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged, and it was like opening the floodgates. Sevy began to pound into her, not being gentle, not being slow. Pounding, pushing, grunting. She thrust back against him in the same rhythm until she felt his body tense against hers and his hands tighten on her hips.
Suddenly the vibe in the small storage room went from tense from recent orgasm to tense from something else. Aralyn looked around at Sevy and saw a look of frustration on his face.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“I think someone is listening at the door.” His words were practically unintelligible, but the way he was looking at the door got the message across.
Was someone listening at the door?
Yes OR No
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the J Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for J was “Maybe” on the Jacuzzi Party.
“Can we see how the night goes?” she asked, tentatively. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but she just wasn’t sure that she was up for it. “I mean, I don’t have a bathing suit.”
He chuckled but not meanly. “You don’t need one,” he whispered in Aralyn’s ear, and comprehension dawned.
“Oh, well then I suppose that would work, but can I think about it?” she smiled, but she felt like something was doing back flips in her stomach. Naked hot tubbing with strangers. That sounded both exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. He nodded. “What time is the party?” she asked.
He looked at his watch. “Two hours from now. Eight,” he said, and Aralyn nodded. “We’ll do whatever you want, Aralyn.” She nodded again.
So she had two hours to worry about it. Or two hours to forget about it and she could worry about it later.
“Hey, are you hungry?” he asked her. She realized it had been a while since she had eaten.
“Yeah, kind of,” she admitted.
“Let’s get some snacks here,” he said. “I don’t want to leave and have to come back.”
“That’s perfect,” she said, meaning it.
They were approaching the automatic doors now. Arlyn felt her nervousness growing. Would Sally still be sitting at the reception desk?
As the automatic doors opened, Aralyn saw that she was. “You’re back.” Sally sounded sulky and defiant.
“Yes, we are,” Sevy said with confidence. “We are going to the bar.”
“Fine,” Sally said, but it didn’t sound like she thought it was fine. She didn’t respond, though. She just sat there while they walked to the doors and she buzzed them in.
Aralyn had a sudden thought. “What if Sally hadn’t buzzed us through the doors?” she asked.
“I would have throttled her,” he said immediately. “No, not really,” he replied at the stricken look on Aralyn’s face. “There’s a hidden keypad next to the door I could have used. But I kind of wanted to make her open the door.”
“Sadistic.”
He laughed heartily. “You have no idea.” he winked, and Aralyn raised an eyebrow at him. She was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about Sally anymore.
They went into the bar, and he directed her to sit on a bar stool. He went around through the employees only entrance to the bar and offered her a small menu on laminated paper.
“Anything strike your fancy?” he asked.
She picked mozzarella sticks, and he busied himself in the prep area, making the food she had requested. She looked around the large room. She could see that several employees were setting up for the party. The hot tubs were already set up and filled, though she guessed they weren’t completely hot yet.
“How long does it take to heat the hot tubs?” she asked.
“A few hours,” he said.
“Is it worth it for just one night?” she asked.
“The money we make on one of these parties totally makes it worth it,” he said. “Plus, would you want to sit in a hot tub that was here permanently?”
She pondered that for a minute. “Probably not.”
“Me neither,” he said. “These are emptied at the end of the night and cleaned immediately. Every time they are used, it’s fresh water. It’s definitely preferable to having them permanently installed.”
“That makes sense,” she said. Sevy’s ideas were indeed well thought out. That said a lot about his personality.
“So, let’s pick a room,” he said as he brought out the mozzarella sticks. Aralyn began eating them, but they were scalding. A piece of cheese pulled out and stuck to her chin. Quickly Sevy wiped it off her face with his finger, and she was relieved. He grabbed her a glass of ice water. “Allow me,” he said.
“It’s not bad, honest,” she started to protest but stopped when he grabbed an ice cube between his teeth and began to rub it against her chin. It was highly sensual, considering he was trying to help her with her mildly burned skin.
When there was water dripping down her chin, he pulled the ice cube back into his mouth and licked her chin gently to clear the water. Then he kissed her, and they passed the dwindling ice back and forth between their mouths. Aralyn found herself getting even more aroused, and she hadn’t been sure that was entirely possible.
When the ice was gone, he broke the kiss and looked her in the eye. “We could just go fuck in the kitchen right now,” he whispered. “No one would know.”
Aralyn looked at him wide eyed. “The kitchen?” she whispered.
“Why not?” he asked.
Aralyn could think of a dozen reasons why not. Making him wait for her to finish eating, security cameras, someone walking in on them,… But then again, that might actually be a turn on.
Should Aralyn accept the invitation for sex in the kitchen?
Yes OR No
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the I Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for I was Insist they Stay.
“Then why are we leaving?” she asked, almost hesitantly.
“I don’t know,” Sevy admitted, and it was evident by his defeated tone that he was disappointed in himself for not realizing it.
“Me neither. Let’s stay, Sevy. I got all dressed up and everything.” She smiled at him, and he nodded.
“You’re right, let’s stay.” They unbuckled and got out of the car. He walked around to her side and took her hand. She left her sweatshirt in the car. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?” she asked.
“For not getting upset with me. For insisting we stay. There’s no reason Sally should force us to leave.” He said her name with a measure of venom like it was a disgusting word.
“Hey,” Aralyn started. “Why does Sally work here if you dislike her so much?” He stopped walking and looked at Aralyn.
“Was it that obvious that I don’t like her?” he asked.
Aralyn smiled ruefully. “Kind of, yeah.”
He sighed heavily. “Let’s walk this way,” he pulled her toward the side of the building. “So, there’s a history with Sally and me,” he began. Aralyn’s immediate thought was, ‘no shit,’ but she decided not to voice that. “She and I dated once.” The same thought flitted across her mind.
“But, things ended?” she asked.
“Yeah, badly.”
“Why?”
“She cheated on me with my business partner.”
“Ouch,” Aralyn said before she could stop herself.
“Yeah, I know,” he said.
“And you and your business partner…”
“Are still in business,” he said gesturing to the building. “But worse, he and Sally started a relationship after she and I split up. They broke up six months ago and now it seems like she’s trying to get me back. I think she likes getting special treatment for dating an owner.”
“Probably,” Aralyn said, almost to herself.
“But I have no interest in her whatsoever. Things weren’t great before she cheated on me, much less after. What would I want to go back to her for?” he grumbled. “Anyway, you’re the first girl I’ve brought back to the club, well, ever, if you don’t count Sally.”
“How did you and Sally meet?” Aralyn couldn’t help but feel elated to know that him bringing her there was special.
“When my business partner hired her,” he said, his tone betraying embarrassment. “It wasn’t like that, though,” he insisted quickly. “We just were working together a lot in those days. I had to help out with tours and stuff. We all did. I mean, it was a new business. And we started spending time together outside of work, and well, we slept together. But it grew to be more than that. We even moved in together. But, well, you see how well that worked out.”
“I guess it’s hard to be in a relationship when you work somewhere that’s, so sex focused,” Aralyn said. She felt the jealous beast inside her awaken at the thought of Sevy around a ton of people having sex.
“Sometimes,” he admitted honestly. “But most of the time, I don’t care what other people are doing. I’m happy to give them the opportunity to enjoy themselves. And most of the time, the sex is in private rooms, so it’s not like I see it, and I’m not participating.”
“But sometimes…?” Aralyn prompted.
“Sometimes you want a piece of the action. I mean, all these scantily clad beautiful people, how can you not want to get laid?” He looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry, I’m just being honest.”
“No, it’s fine. I appreciate it.” She was mulling over his words when he spoke again.
“That’s why I took the job bartending at the diner.”
“Why?” Aralyn didn’t see the connection.
“Because I needed to be in a place where people weren’t constantly focused on sex. At the diner, I meet a variety of individuals. Maybe some of them go home and have amazingly kinky sex. Maybe they don’t have sex at all. But I don’t know anything about their sex lives, and it’s a good thing. It keeps me grounded.”
Aralyn nodded. That did make sense. Aralyn wanted to bring their conversation back around to their relationship, but she wasn’t sure it was an appropriate time. “So why haven’t you gotten rid of Sally?” she asked, finding a more on-topic question to ask.
“My business partner won’t let me. She broke up with him,” he explained, “and I think he’s hoping she’ll take him back.”
“Does he see how much she’s hitting on you? I mean, she disabled a door to keep us apart.”
“Nah, she won’t do it in front of him.” Aralyn nodded her understanding. “It’s a shame, really. I wish she would, and then we could get rid of her. We’d all be better off, I think. But, she’s not stupid, and she wants to keep her job. My business partner, however, is a bit of an idiot when it comes to women.” He whispered the last part as they had now made their way all the way around the building and were nearing the front doors again.
“So, what do you say we get a room in The Dungeon and enjoy ourselves a bit? Then later we can join the party?”
“What party?” she asked.
“Oh, sorry, I guess I never did finish the tour. We were um, distracted.” He winked at her. “There’s a big room in the center of The Dungeon, and we have a party every night. People come there to meet others, or just hang out, or enjoy a drink before or after their alone time.”
“Oh, well that sounds like fun.”
“Yeah, it is,” he said. “We can’t get a liquor license but people bring their own, and of course, we have a private stash for special guests.” He winked at her again. “And we serve snacks.”
“Snacks are good,” she said.
“So, what do you think? I think the party theme tonight is Jacuzzi.”
“Jacuzzi!”
“Yeah, we managed to get a bunch of those portable foam ones that we fill for special occasions.”
Does Aralyn want to stay for the Jacuzzi party?
Yes!
OR
Maybe
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
Welcome to the H Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow. To start at the beginning of the story, click here or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts.
Your choice for H was Answer the Hammering at the Door! Keep those votes coming!
“What the hell?” Sevy asked. “This room wasn’t booked!” He looked at Aralyn. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I’d better answer the door. Whoever it is isn’t likely to go away otherwise.
“Of course,” she said, but she wasn’t terribly happy that he was leaving her half naked on the bed. Of course, he was half naked, too.
He went to the door without bothering to put on his shirt. Aralyn picked her top up off the bed and slipped it back on. He looked back at her before opening the door. “I’m coming!” he yelled at the person who hammered again.
He wrenched the door open and had a whispered conversation with the person outside. Aralyn found herself getting annoyed with that. Why wasn’t he opening the door fully? Why was he whispering? What was he hiding from her?
After a minute he shut the door and turned back inside. “Ugh,” he said in exasperation.
“What’s wrong?” Aralyn asked.
“Something is wrong with the automatic doors. Why Sally had to come find me here when she knew I was busy, I don’t know.” He sounded genuinely annoyed that they had been interrupted.
“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.
“No, and honestly, I’m not sure there’s anything I can do either,” he said. “But I’m the owner, so I suppose I will have to call the company and get them to come out and fix it. If the inside doors don’t unlock, that’s going to make things seriously inconvenient.”
Aralyn didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded.
“I’m sorry,” he said, moving toward her again. “Sometimes responsibilities get in the way of fun.”
“Well you did say yourself, we have all the time in the world.” He kissed her lightly on the lips, but he denied them the passion of their previous kisses.
“We do. I need to see if I can get this fixed before tonight’s main event.”
“When is that?”
“It starts at eight.” He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket and checked the time. “Which is in less than an hour. Great,” he said sarcastically.
“Why don’t we go look at the door. Maybe it’s something silly,” Aralyn suggested.
“Not a bad idea,” he smiled at her. “Come on,” he said, and he pulled her to her feet. He put his shirt back on, but she kept her sweatshirt off. He flipped a switch on the wall that seemed to do nothing and then turned out the light as they left.
“What was that?” she asked.
“It was a light to tell the cleaning crew to come clean up the room before the next reservation.”
“Sophisticated,” she said.
“I’m not just another pretty face,” he said, and he winked.
They held hands as they made their way back through the building to the front.
“Oh,” the word seemed to escape Sally’s mouth because as soon as she said it, she pressed her fingers against her lips. “I didn’t know you’d be bringing her back here.”
“Well, where else would I take her?” Sevy asked a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
“I don’t know,” Sally said, and she sounded like a petulant child to Aralyn. Aralyn didn’t know the history between Sevy and Sally, but it seemed like there must be one. She just couldn’t tell if it was a brotherly type of rivalry or if it was more of an ex-relationship. It bothered her that there might have been a relationship there, but in the end, there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn’t particularly fond of the green-eyed monster that had hatched inside her belly. She pushed the feeling away and paid closer attention to the conversation.
“Have you checked that the power connections are all secure?” Sevy was asking Sally. Sally turned a shade of pink.
“No,” she admitted, feigning sheepishness.
“Don’t you think you should do that before you came looking for me?” he asked sternly. Sevy sounded more like a boss reprimanding a subordinate. That was a good sign to Aralyn.
Sally didn’t respond, but Sevy didn’t push it. This concerned Aralyn. If Sevy was just Sally’s boss, why didn’t he address the fact that she hadn’t responded to him when he asked her a question. Even if the question were a little sarcastic and almost rhetorical, if Aralyn’s boss had asked her a question like that, she absolutely would have responded.
Aralyn looked carefully at Sally’s face, and she was surprised at what she saw. Sally was looking down at the ground as though ashamed of not having done something so obvious before bothering Sevy, but there was also a touch of satisfaction in her face that Aralyn had not expected to see. It appeared that Sally was pleased that she had interrupted Sevy and Aralyn and that significantly annoyed Aralyn.
Sevy stalked away from Sally then, though Aralyn wasn’t sure Sevy had caught the same look Aralyn had. Sevy walked over to the door, reached up and pressed the power connection in tighter. Sure enough, the moment he did, the door powered back on.
Sevy shot a dark look at Sally. “Sally, I need to see you in the back room. Now.” His voice was quiet and tightly controlled. Aralyn wasn’t sure what his reason was for wanting privacy with Sally, and it didn’t make her particularly happy. “Aralyn, please wait here. I won’t be long.”
She sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting room and tried not to appear too agitated by the whole situation. Sally and Sevy went into the back room and the door shut behind them with a click. For a minute or two Aralyn didn’t hear anything. Then suddenly she heard a loud voice. It was Sevy, though she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Apparently, he was yelling at Sally.
Then the door swung open and apparently it had been pushed hard because it slammed back against the wall behind it.
“Come on, Aralyn, let’s go,” he said, reaching for her hand. She took it and stood, and they walked through the front doors together. Sally had not come out of the back room by the time the door swung shut behind them.
Aralyn desperately wanted to know what that had all been about but she was afraid to ask. She could see that Sevy was still terribly angry. His face was flushed, and he was breathing hard. “I can’t believe her!” he said angrily, but it was as though he was talking to himself. “I just can’t understand why she wanted to interrupt us.” Aralyn was surprised Sevy wasn’t crushing her hand in his. His tightly controlled body radiated anger. They reached the car, and he wrenched the passenger’s side door open with a lot of force.
“Hey,” Aralyn said soothingly. Sevy looked at her as though he hadn’t seen her before.
“Hey,” he said, “I’m sorry–”
“No,” she cut him off, “there’s no reason for you to be sorry.”
His features softened as he looked at her and he pulled her in front of him and pressed her body against the back door of the car with his own. “I’m sorry we got interrupted,” he whispered in her ear as he pressed her legs apart with his knee. She could feel herself getting wet with arousal and wishing they were anywhere but a public parking lot.
“Oh god,” she softly moaned as he kissed her right behind the ear.
“I want you so bad,” he whispered back.
“Me too,” she said.
“This parking lot isn’t the right place, though,” he said and with visible effort, stood back away from her, and pulled her, so she was standing upright. “You are irresistible,” he said, almost to himself. “Get in the car before you get both of us in trouble,” he said, but he winked to soften the command.
She got in the car and buckled in. He walked around and did the same. He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t want to leave,” she admitted.
“Me neither,” he said.
Should Aralyn insist that she and Sevy go back into The Dungeon, or should she allow them to leave?
Stay OR Leave
Like what you read? Start at the beginning of the story or scroll through my blog for all my A to Z posts. You can also check out my other novel for Nook or Kindle. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook. Come back soon for details on purchasing all the choices for Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel!
J R Vincente 