Vacation: Part 6

Hey everybody, guess what? We’re on vacation! And we’re having almost as much fun as Mark and Ivy!

Mark reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Ready for the show he asked?” with a smirk. As he did, the dancers stepped out from the wings, prompting a round of applause from the audience.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ivy whispered in his ear. Her heart was pounding with excitement that had nothing to do with the dancers or the applause.

A moment later, Mark felt her squeeze his hand as Stephanos cranked the vibrator up all the way. He was clumsy with it at first, ramping it all the way up and down while he got a feel for the app and controls.

She stifled a moan, but barely. It was so sexy. Her whole body trembled.

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Posture Practice: Part 1

Hey everybody! Richard here with your weekly solo story. This one’s a two parter, so make sure you stop back next week!

“Excited to see what you got those for?” he asked.

“I don’t need a reason to follow orders, but I am curious, Sir,” she said, reaching down to tweak her nipple ring and shivering a little, then repeating it with her hood piercing. “You kept me in suspense until they healed. It was very hard to be patient for six months, but I tried to be good for you.”

“Mmmhmmm,” he said, opening their toy chest and pulling out lube, an anal hook, hairbrush, and some thin chain.

She craned her neck to watch what he was doing, “Oooh, looks like a fun night.”

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Vacation: Part 5

Here we are with the next installment in Mark and Ivy’s high seas adventures. Everyone excited to meet a new character? Find all the rest here!

Once Ivy was all set with the vibrator attached to her panties pressing right up against her clit, they were ready to go out onto the ship. They had discussed some options and decided to get a drink at the piano bar. Ivy was wearing four-inch heels, and as the ship swayed, so did she. She held onto Mark’s proffered arm as they exited their room. “I can’t even see the end of this hallway,” Ivy said, squinting the length of the ship.

Mark laughed, holding onto her a little tighter. “Maybe we need to get you glasses, slut. Work on some sexy librarian kink.” He reached down, slipping a hand under her skirt and tracing along her thong to feel the wet spot in the front. “Come on, let’s go have a drink.”

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Choked Up

Did you ever have one of those days? One where your boss was an asshole, your were stuck at work an hour late, and nothing goes right. What do you do? Eat a whole pint of Ben and Jerry’s? Take a nice bath? Push your Dom until he snaps and slams you into the wall?

I walk into the apartment, dropping my bag before the door was even fully open. Whatever was in it, books, I think, skid out across the floor as I stumbled inside with a groan. I blink a few times, spotting you coming around the corner, dishrag over your shoulder. A ragged smile comes across my face.

“Honey, I’m home,” I mumble, taking another slumping step forward.

My eyes are already half-closed when I bump into you. I don’t even bother to say anything, just lean in. I feel your arms wrap around my back. Mmmmm, warm. Safe. Your lips are on the top of my head, brushing through my hair to kiss my skin.

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Checking In

Hello dear readers, Jayden here to give you an update on how things are going for Richard and I in the realm of writing. Back on New Year’s Eve, I had the pleasure of introducing Richard and sharing some of our writing goals for 2021. We wanted to take some time to check in with you all and give you an update of how we’ve been doing.

I will freely admit that consistent writing hasn’t been going very well, but that’s primarily due to some major life changes for both of us, including that we moved in together about a week ago! But now that we’re settling in and finding new routines, I hope that our word counts will jump up.

1 Million Words!

We started the challenge of writing 1,000,000 words in 2021. When I attempted this last year mostly on my own, I was super on track in January! And then February I slipped a little. And then quarantine… And yeah, that was it.

This year, we did not start off super strong, but I have confidence in Richard and I that we can catch up. We wrote 31,445 words in January and 24,173 in February. I guess technically we could write a few more words tonight, but I don’t suspect there will be a ton more coming in today.

Thank you Richard!

I was excited to announce Richard joining me two months ago, but I am super happy to say that it’s been working out better than I ever thought it could. We have posted every Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday, and some additional days. That’s a *huge* improvement over my previous blogging habits, and we’ve seen that with more regular readers. So thanks to all of you who are reading! But I have to give a lot of the credit to Richard, who has sat with me while I dragged out the words to make my personal posts and has collaborated with me as we’ve done our collab posts sometimes wrapping things up just minutes before the scheduled post. I couldn’t have done it without you!

Looking Ahead…

We are excited to answer some questions for you every day of March thanks to Marquessa Matthews. Make sure you check back daily to learn a little more about Richard and I.

In addition, we’ll still be posting on our regular schedule:

Tuesdays:We will both answer the questions from the TMI Tuesday blog.
Thursdays:Stop by every Thursday for one-shots from Richard!
Saturdays:Collaborative Writing – Stories we write together.

And then in April, we’ll take a break from that schedule because we’ll be doing the A to Z Blog Challenge! The Theme Reveal goes up on March 8th! Get excited! I am looking forward to generating more content!

Vacation: Part 4

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Find all the parts here!

Chapter 4:

Ivy heard metal sliding on metal, and she was pretty sure she knew what the sound was. She couldn’t be sure which knife it was, but it was definitely one of the knives Mark kept to torture her with.

Mark undid the clasp at the bottom of the balisong and flipped it open, the metal jingling lightly. He sat down on the bed next to her, twirling it slowly, not touching her with it, just letting her hear the sound. “It’s a shame you have the blindfold on. I imagine this is much more exciting if you can see what I’m doing.”

Ivy shivered, anticipating the cold metal against her hot body. “Yes, Sir,” she said, but the words were barely intelligible through the gag.

Eventually, Mark flicked the blade fully open and slowly slid it up her thigh, “If I find a hair, I’m going to take a break from knife play and beat you. And I know you’ll be very disappointed by that…”

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Still Flirting?

Hey everybody! Richard here, with my first solo story for the blog. Jayden will be stepping back for the next month or so to do A to Z Challenge prep, so you’ll be getting a bunch of short stories from me for your Thursday solo content. Don’t worry, she’ll still be around for TMI Tuesday, our Saturday collabs, and maybe a surprise or two…

As the chicken dance came to a close, and the band slowed down a little, she looked around.

She thought she caught a glimpse of her husband in the corner, talking to a couple of his friends. She took a step towards him, then heard a voice behind her.

“Need a partner?” 

She looked over. It was one of the guys from the table next to theirs.  He had a navy blue suit and a close-cropped beard, kind of neat and old-fashioned, especially for his age.

“Sure,” she said, taking it, then grinning when he wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her in.

“They should give people a warning when they’re going to switch like that,” he said, his chest vibrating lightly against her as he spoke. “Otherwise, pretty girls get stranded, and then they’re stuck dancing with whatever creep shows up.”

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Vacation: Part 3

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Catch up on Chapter 1 and Chapter 2!

Chapter 3:

Mark leaned down, putting one hand on the back of her neck and growling in her ear. “We’ve talked about this before, slut.” His voice just a hair short of sounding angry. “If you squirm too much, I can’t mark you up properly. If I miss, you won’t get the pretty bruises we both want, or I might hurt you. Do you want everyone who sees you at the pool to think your Master is careless in his beatings?”

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, “No, Master,” she said, shaking her head. The words were stunted by the gag clenched between her teeth, but he understood her perfectly.

He gave her a moment to stop shivering, then started another series with the crop. Light hits, all the way from up on her shoulders and neck, down and across her sides, and over her ass and thighs. Nothing that would leave a mark, just enough to leave her teased and tingling all over.

She tried to keep her body still, but it wasn’t easy. She wanted to buck her hips, arch her back, rise to meet every slap, making them hurt more. But she tensed her muscles, trying to keep still for her Master. She wanted to be his Good Girl.

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Trading Up – Chapter 6

Six weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, and Chapter 5 before reading this one! On Saturday, Richard and I will continue Vacation and come back next week to see what surprises we have in store for you on Thursdays!

– Jayden

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I don’t know what transpires above me, but what I do know is that the hands leave my back, and I’m suddenly not being touched at all. I don’t know where either of the guys is. For all I know, they could have left me alone in the room. I somehow doubt it, but I’m honestly not sure. With the way the sobs have wracked my body, I honestly can’t tell. I’m not even sure how much time has passed. It could have been seconds, minutes, half an hour. I don’t know.

And then I feel them on the bed, I feel the restraints loosened, and then I hear the velcro being pulled apart, and my wrists and ankles are freed. They do it so quickly, it feels like they practiced it.

The pillow is taken away from under my hips. I’m pulled off to the side of the bed.

“Are you okay?” Nick asks me. He slips the blindfold off my face. My eyes hurt from the bright light, which actually isn’t bright at all, but it is compared to the darkness of the mask.

I squint at him and nod.

“Tell me.”

“I’m okay, Sir.”

He nods. “Don’t worry, love. We’re almost done.”

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Vacation: Part 2

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Catch up on Chapter 1!

He laughed a little as he crawled over her, the familiar weight of his body pressing her down. Trapped. Hot. Safe. Right where she belonged.

“I know that look, my sloppy little slut,” he said. “I remember when just having me on you was all you could handle, but I’ve spoiled you for too long. That look is, ‘What is Master going to do today?’ And lucky for you, the answer is quite a lot.” He reached over into the toy bag, grabbing a bite gag and sliding it between her lips. “Bite down,” he ordered. “Hard.” He reached behind her head, tightening the strap so she couldn’t do much to wriggle around it.

She looked up at him, trusting him to know her, to care for her. There was no way she could say anything to him now, but she trusted that he would break her down to nothing and build her back up. It was the way they had always been, and she loved it.

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Trading Up – Chapter 5

Five weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, and Chapter 4 before reading this one! On Saturday, Richard and I will continue Vacation and come back next week for the conclusion to Trading Up!

– Jayden

Chapter 5

Once Nick and Brandon have me strapped in face down again, I wonder what will be next. I’m squirming on the bed, and I can feel the wet spot I left when I was on my back. The puddle is just going to grow more.

“You’re so sloppy,” Brandon says.

“I’m sorry,” I say, but there’s no apology behind the words.

“You should be,” he says, and I can hear the mocking tone.

Someone slaps my ass, and I’m sure it’s Nick. It feels like Nick. Nick spanks me softly at first, and then harder. I want to say that I dislike it. My head wants to say that I don’t want to be spanked while I’m strapped down like this, except my body is very clearly responding to it. I start moaning and practically humping the bed.

And then I get my confirmation that it’s Nick because I can feel Brandon pressing his cock into my hand. He’s semi-hard already, but when I wrap my fingers around him and start to stroke him slowly, he’s instantly hard. I keep stroking, slowly, not wanting to make him cum. He groans, “That feels good. I can’t wait to get your lips around my cock, though.”

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Vacation: Part 1

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters.

Ivy and Mark walked up to the cruise terminal, their bags whisked away onto the ship. Ivy knew how to cut through the red tape to get them fast passed through the lines. It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to get onto the ship. It’s vast and ornate; every little detail is taken care of. Glasses of wine were handed to them as soon as they got onto the ship, and while most of the rooms were blocked off, Mark and Ivy’s was ready for them. 

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Trading Up – Chapter 4

Five weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, and Chapter 3 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday for something special in collaboration with Richard!

– Jayden

Chapter 4

“You may, my little cum slut,” Nick says. “Let go of the chain when you cum.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir,” I pant, still gripping the chain between my teeth.

It has to be less than 30 seconds before the orgasm washes over me. I pull back hard on the chain, the pain of the pull arousing me more as I orgasm. And then I let go of the chain abruptly, screaming and panting.

Nick must be waiting because the chain doesn’t even have time to land on my bare chest before Nick’s picks it up and releases the nipple clamps. The pain as the blood rushes back into my nipples is excruciating. But mixed with the orgasm, it’s intoxicating.

I expect Brandon to stop, to slow down, to give me a break, but he doesn’t. He just keeps going.

“Oh god, Brandon, stop, please, oh god!” I cry, but he doesn’t stop.

Nick’s by my right ear now, his breath hot on my skin. “Do you really want him to stop?”

“Yes,” I moan. I’m bucking my hips against Brandon’s face, trying to get my clit away from his tongue and failing miserably.

“Well then you can use your safe word,” Nick teases.

He knows this gets me going. The power that I have, but I’m not willing to use. The fact that I have complete control in that way and yet lay here helpless. “I don’t… I can’t…” but the words are almost unintelligible as one orgasm rolls into another. Even tied down, my hips can move, but I can’t get away from him. His mouth is locked onto me.

“Brandon, please!” I manage to get out, but he ignores my cries again.

I don’t know how long he goes for the second round. I’ve lost track after a while. I go from a screaming disaster to a moaning mess. I’m not constantly trying to buck Brandon off, but that’s about all the composure I have.

Nick strokes his fingers across my sore nipples. I gasp and try to brush him off, but I can’t use my arms, so it’s just a lot of wiggling on the bed.

“She won’t stay still, will she?” Brandon asks, coming up for air.

“Rarely,” Nick agrees.

“Hmm,” Brandon says, but that’s all he says, at least, that’s all I can hear. He slides his fingers out of me, and I think I’m getting a reprieve, except I’m not. He slides three fingers in this time, and I’m so tight, and it feels so good. He presses his fingers deep inside me, and I take them all easily. And then his tongue is back on my clit, and my whole body is tense and feels like it’s on fire. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, I feel another orgasm rising. I guess this will be the second orgasm. The first one rolled on so long, it felt like more than one.

This orgasm isn’t quite as intense as the first, but it still feels amazing. This time, when I’m coming down, panting and gasping for air, Brandon does pull his fingers out of me and leaves my clit alone.

All of my muscles relax at once, and I’m just left panting on the bed. I feel like I could probably just fall asleep if they left me alone like this, but of course, they don’t.

Brandon moves around the bed and begins sucking my nipple. I can tell it’s him because I can smell myself on him.

I moan at the feeling of his tongue on my sore nipple. It feels so good, but it hurts so much. Nick gives my other nipple the same treatment.

And then Brandon abandons my nipple to kiss me. I love the feel of his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. My hips move of their own accord as the two men get me worked up all over again. I can’t help it. The kissing, the nipple play… God.

Brandon abandons my mouth and starts trailing kisses down my jaw, then to my neck. When he gets past my collar bone, the kisses become nibbles, and then the nibbles become bites on my breast. I moan and thrust my hips. Nick works in the reverse until he’s kissing the corner of my mouth. Then he kisses me, and I feel his comforting warmth.

The guys get into the bed with me, lying next to me, pressing their bodies up against mine. It feels good to be cuddled with them, even if my hands aren’t free to actually do anything. The kissing continues, and I want them to just make me cum again.

But of course, they don’t. Instead, they keep teasing me, getting me more and more worked up. I didn’t think my pussy could take any more, but it is telling me otherwise. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m creating a puddle on the bed.

Nick’s fingers find my clit and begin rubbing in small circles. It feels good, but it’s really difficult for me to cum without something inside me, too. And that’s when Brandon’s fingers find my core and slide back inside me. He fucks me slowly, just like I like it, using his fingers to hook inside me, reaching places that just feel oh so good.

The two of them start sucking on my nipples as they fuck me with their fingers and play with my clit. I don’t see how I can orgasm for the third time, but my goodness, they’re going to make it happen. My hips are thrusting against their fingers, and my breath is coming short again. “Oh god, I’m going to cum again.” I groan, getting the words out in a rush.

Nick’s mouth leaves my nipple long enough to say, “Go ahead.”

And then he bites me, right near my nipple, his teeth sinking in deep. I’m sure it’s going to leave a bruise, and the thought of it turns me on more than anything.

“Oh god!” I scream as the orgasm rushes over me, every muscle tightening, but none are tightening more than my core. “Oh god, ohhhh.” My moans go on and on, and their fingers don’t give me any rest. In fact, they don’t stop until after I’ve begged and begged, and moved my hips away from them as best I could. It hadn’t even been my plan, but it was how it worked out.

Nick gets up off the bed, and I wonder what more he wants, what he’s getting now. I can’t even imagine. Brandon stays with me. He pulls his fingers from my sopping wet cunt and brings them to my mouth. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers greedily. I don’t even love the taste of myself, but sucking my own juices off of Brandon’s fingers is hot as hell. I nip at the tip of his finger and suck gently. I can hear him moan softly. “I can’t wait to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Yum,” I say with a little half-smile. I am not sure how I am going to have the energy to suck cock after all these orgasms, but if it’s what he wants and what Nick wants, then I’ll do it.

Brandon’s fingers leave my mouth and trail down my chest. I hate the feeling of my own saliva on my body, but I don’t complain. I never complain when the guys touch me. It feels so good to be touched. They could touch me forever, and I wouldn’t complain.

When Nick comes back, I don’t know what he has, but it perks Brandon up. I can feel the bed shift as he sits up. “Are you sure?”

I assume there’s a nod, but I can’t tell.

Someone unclips my ankles but doesn’t take the straps off of me. “Legs up,” Nick directs. I slowly lift my legs until they’re basically behind my head. “Good girl,” he says.

Someone’s holding my legs in place now, and I can only guess it’s Brandon.

And then I feel something soft and pliable sliding into my pussy. I realize swiftly what it is: a butt plug. Once the plug is nice and wet with my juices, Nick slides it back, and it pops into my ass with no difficulty. He presses against the plug, and it feels so good pressed so deep. I groan and press back against him.

“Does that feel good?” Brandon asks me.

“Yes,” I say, and my breath comes out as a hiss at the end of the word.

“Good,” Brandon whispers in my ear, though with how quiet the room is, I’m sure Nick hears every syllable. “Later, Nick is going to fuck your ass.”

“He is?” I ask. I kind of expected it with the plug, but I’m surprised Brandon is telling me now.

“He is.”

“Why are you telling me now?” I ask.

“Because I want you to be thinking about how great it’s going to feel to have Nick in your ass and me in your pussy at the same time. To be that filled at once.”

I shudder at the thought. Double penetration is one of my favorite favorite things.

“But we have so much we want to do before that.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” Brandon says.

“Don’t tell her too much,” Nick admonishes.

No, please tell me, is what I think, but I don’t say anything. I try to keep the smile on my face from growing too big. I bite my lip with the effort of not revealing how excited I am at the thought of double penetration and the thought of what they plan in between. There could be so much.

“Sorry, Sir,” Brandon says, and I can’t tell if the ‘Sir’ is placating or sincere. Brandon is rarely submissive, but Nick is always Dominant. The thought of the two of them talking and scheming is very sexy to me. But it also makes me really fucking nervous.

Nick must do something, some gesture or touch, because Brandon backs off and is no longer touching me. My legs slowly descend back to the bed. Holding them up in the air like that isn’t comfortable. No one stops me or yells at me for putting my legs down. My arms are unhooked next, and then I’m flipped over. I am so surprised at the hands on my hips turning me, that I turn without a thought. I figured they would tell me to turn over, but instead they flip me over like a rag doll. Having two strong men keeping me at their mercy is so much fun.

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D/s with Jayden and Richard

The other day, I (Jayden) was listening to There’s Nothing Holding Me Back by Shawn Mendes. As I listened to the lyrics, I realized that there are some definite Dominance/submission overtones to it. Lines like:

I wanna follow where she goes
I think about her and she knows it
I wanna let her take control
‘Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

Oh, I’ve been shaking
I love it when you go crazy
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holdin’ me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holdin’ me back

So this got me thinking about what our readers might be curious about. I was curious to know how Richard got into D/s in the first place, so we’re going to share our Origin Stories with you.


When I was in high school, my boyfriend and I were fooling around in pretty tame ways, as high schoolers often do. One day, I put my arms up above my head, and he said, “Do you want me to tie them up like that?” I don’t remember what I said, but I do remember being surprised and excited. We agreed to try it the next time I was over. I was super nervous about the whole thing, but it was a great gateway into a relationship that allowed me to explore both sides of Dominance and submission, and although it was very fumbly, I figured out a lot about myself. Thankfully, I think we’ve both learned a lot since then.


My first experience was also in high school, although I have some memories earlier that seem kink related (did anyone else think skinning your knee on the playground felt kind of good?) It was with my first girlfriend, and like Jayden’s it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing. We were both switches, thought I think we both preferred to be Dominant. One particular memories stands out for me. It was in tenth grade, before we started dating, I remember standing in the middle of the band room when she asked me if I knew what watersports. At the time, the answer was only vaguely, but I think I’ve got it mostly figured out now.

Trading Up – Chapter 3

Four weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, and Chapter 2 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday for something special in collaboration with Richard!

– Jayden

Chapter 3

I want to cum so desperately.

But it’s not up to me, and I love that. I don’t have to worry about anything. I don’t have to do anything, well, anything except what Nick tells me to do. And by extension, what Brandon tells me to do. I am sure they’ve talked about it before, or they have been whispering about it while I’m here, tied down to the bed.

Finally, the Wartenburg Wheel stops. I’m left panting again, my chest heaving. “Thank you,” I say. I’m glad it stopped. I’m glad the pain is over. But again, the absence of touch is jarring. I want their hands on me, even if their hands aren’t giving me pleasure.

Okay, let’s be real for a moment: I am a pain slut. So, the pain is pleasure to me. I know that’s weird for some people, but that’s just the way I am. I’ve been that way literally as long as I can remember. I don’t remember a time before pain was equivalent to pleasure for me, at least in the bedroom. I’ve had my fair share of pain that wasn’t sexy or kinky, and I hated it. But having the option, knowing that I control when the pain stops… It’s a powerful feeling.

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Real Accident: Part 2

Welcome back! Here’s the ending to last weeks collab. It’s a little wet and wild, so make sure you’ve got something to clean up with ready when you read it.

CW: Wetting and Watersports

“You can do anything you want with me, Sir,” she said, and it would have sounded cheeky if the desperation in her voice wasn’t ringing through.

    “I don’t need you to remind me of that,” he said, pulling her legs up to his shoulders. He bored down, his cock sliding into her dripping pussy as he moaned.

    “I’m sorry, Sir,” she groaned, but as his cock slipped inside her and his weight pressed down, her eyes went wide, and she stared up at him, a touch of panic in her eyes.

    Mark smirked down at her, “Something the matter, pet?” he asked, pulling back a bit, before slipping in deeper.

    She blushed and dropped her gaze from his face. “I still have to pee, Master.”

    He reached down, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Aww, even when you have an accident, you still saved some for me. How thoughtful, slut.”

    Her blush deepened, “W-what do you want me to do, Sir?”

    Her Master leaned down, chuckling as he whispered in her ear. “If I tell you, how do I know you’ll listen? You already broke one of your most important rules today, bad girl.”

    “No, Master, please! I’ll do anything you say. I’m sorry, it was an accident! I want to be your good girl. Please tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. Please!”

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Trading Up – Chapter 2

Three weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1 and Chapter 1 Part 2 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday to read the second part (conclusion???) of my collaboration with Richard! Catch up on Part 1 of Real or Accident!

– Jayden

Chapter 2

I pull at my bonds experimentally. I hadn’t tested them yet, but of course, the boys pulled them nice and tight, so there’s no getting out of them. The basement room is chilly. My nipples are perked up and pointing at the ceiling. I can already feel my pussy getting wet. There’s nothing I can do about any of it, not that I want to.

I hear some murmuring in the room, but I have no idea what’s going on. I can’t catch any of their words. I want to whine at them and ask what they’re planning, but one of the hallmarks of our relationship has been that the two of them scheme. It’s adorable, actually. It’s still new, but it’s adorable. I love it. And especially right now, I am thrilled not to be the one having to make decisions.

I feel a hand on my right calf and another on my left. I’m pretty sure they’re from different guys. But then I know because Nick has started tickling me, and Brandon has started scratching me. It’s not hard enough to leave marks, but it’s hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain, which is then covered by the gurgle of laughter that escapes my throat.

So frustrating.

So hot.

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Real or Accident

Our collab piece this week is one we wrote together! We took turns, with Jayden writing most of the Ivy paragraphs, and Richard writing most of the Mark ones. We got a little carried away though, so you’ll get the second half next week. Let us know how you like it, and how it should end, in the comments!
CW: Wetting/Watersports

Mark was sitting on the couch, reading, when he heard the door open. He glanced at his watch. Ivy was home a little early today; he’d expected to have time to finish reading this chapter first. She must have made good time on the highway. He decided to let her wait, taking his time on the last couple of pages. She’d still be kneeling in her spot at the door when he got there. He’d trained her well.

Ivy knelt in the entryway, her heart pounding. She could almost hear the blood rushing in her body as she waited for Master. She wouldn’t move from this spot until he gave her permission, and that still enthralled her.

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New Year’s Double Post

           Welcome to our first collaborative blog! Back in November, we both needed an idea for something to write, so. Together, we came up with a prompt, and each wrote our own story. We decided for our first post together, we would give you a special DOUBLE story post. Jayden’s is first, and then Richard’s. Let us know if you have a favorite! We’re going to do different things for our collaborative stories. Feel free to comment with suggestions!

Catch Me If You Can!

            “I don’t want to leave,” Lisa says quietly.
            Anthony tucks her long hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to take you home.”
            But the unspoken thing between them is that it’s an eventuality that has to happen. It’s unfortunate, but Anthony needs to go home for the holidays, and Lisa works in a job where she sees a lot of people. The responsible thing to do is to have some distance for two weeks before Anthony goes home. It’s a hard thing to do, but it’s necessary to keep Anthony’s family safe.
            Standing in the doorway to the car, Lisa plucks the car keys from Anthony’s pocket and sticks them in her bra. “Well, now you don’t have the keys, so you can’t take me home.” She giggles and takes a step back from him, darting away before he can catch her. She runs through the yard, giggling.
            Anthony smiles and gives her a slight head start before chasing after her, but with his longer legs, he has no trouble catching up to her. He picks her up and throws her over his shoulder.
            She squeals with laughter, and he smacks her ass hard. Her squeal becomes a moan, and Anthony is glad he lives on a side road and isn’t likely to have many people around. He smacks her again, which elicits another delicious moan.
            “If you don’t stop moaning in my ear, I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”
            “If you don’t stop smacking my ass, I’m not going to stop moaning,” Lisa counters.
            Anthony smacks her again, and she moans in his ear. “Well, then I guess I’m just going to have to fuck you right here,” he says.
            “You wouldn’t.”
            “Why not?”
            “Because what if someone sees?” she hisses at him.
            He shrugs. “Who’s going to see?”
            There are a handful of houses where someone could see if they looked out of the window, and certainly if a car drove down the street, but that was unlikely.
            He puts Lisa down next to the car and pushes her up against it, gripping her by the throat. It probably looks terrible if a passerby sees, but he’s holding her very carefully, making sure not to cut off too much of her air supply. She is like putty in his hands once he does that, and she nearly melts into a puddle on the pavement.
            “That’s my little slut,” Anthony says.
            Her moan is almost a purr.
            Anthony pushes her skirt up around her waist and rips her panties right off her body, throwing them on the ground. He unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out of his boxers.
            “On your knees,” he says, and he winds his hand into her hair, pushing her down so she’s eye level with his cock. He’s semi-hard already, but with her capable hands guiding him to her mouth, he’s rock hard almost instantly.
            She pushes him into her mouth and takes him as deep as she can. She can’t go balls deep because he’s too big, but she takes him down as much as she can.
            He starts to fuck her mouth, pulling her by her hair. She moans around his cock. “You’re a good little cum slut, aren’t you?”
            She mumbles some kind of affirmative response.
            “You want to go home tonight with my cum dripping out of you, don’t you?”
            Another affirmative muffled response.
            “Well that can be arranged,” Anthony says. He pulls her off his cock and turns her around. “Put your hands on the car. We wouldn’t want you to fall over, now would we?”
            “No, Sir,” she whispers.
            She puts her hands on the car as directed. Anthony sweeps her long hair to one side so he can expose her neck. He leans down and pulls the collar of her shirt down a few inches. His lips touch the back of her neck and work down to the skin he just exposed. His teeth sink into her muscle there, and she moans and thrusts her ass back toward him. “Patience, little slut,” he says.
            “Yes, Sir,” she said in a moan.
            He pushes her skirt back up around her waist and slips his cock into her waiting cunt. She’s dripping wet, and he slides in easily, but this isn’t what he has in mind ultimately. He thrusts a few times, and she’s starting to get into it when he pulls out. She wiggles her hips, trying to find his cock, and then pouts that she can’t find it. “Stop it,” he says, smacking her ass.
            She stills in front of him and presses her upper body against the car, pushing her ass out further but not wiggling it at him anymore.
            “Good girl,” he says as he takes a step back and leans over her ass, parting her cheeks. He licks a sloppy line along her crack, tonguing her hole a bit. Then he stands up and slides his cock along the same path.
            She’s tight, and he’s large, but he manages to get a few inches in on the first push. Then he pulls back a little and goes again. He gets in further. A third time and he’s all the way in. He presses in until his balls are resting on her ass.
            He bites her shoulder again on the other side, giving her a matching mark. She moans and pushes back against him with her ass.
            “You little anal slut,” he growls in her ear.
            “Yes, Sir,” she groans.
            “But stop. I’m not going to hurt you in a bad way, but I will unintentionally if you keep that up.
            “Yes, Sir,” she whines, but she stays still.
            It is very tempting to start fucking her fast, but Anthony knows that it would hurt her.
            He wraps one arm around her throat, pulling her to a standing position, his cock still deep inside her ass. Then he pulls his hips back and starts to fuck her. She tries to keep her hands on the car to hold herself up, but she can’t reach from this position, and it doesn’t matter because he’s holding her up. She couldn’t fall if she wanted to.
            His cock slides in and out of her ass, never leaving completely. She wants him to go faster, but she tries to stay as still as possible, giving him the control she knows he has.
            “I’m going to cum,” he grunts in her ear.
            “Please, Sir,” she groans.
            “Do you want your ass filled with cum?”
            “Yes, Sir,” she says, a little breathless.
            “You want to feel my cum dripping out of your ass nice and slowly, don’t you?”
            “Yes, Sir,” she repeats.
            “You’re such a little cum slut,” he growls.
            “Yes, I am. Such a cum slut, Sir.”
            “I bet you would eat the cum out of your own ass if you could.”
            She groans and says, “Yes, god, yes, I would.”
            “You’re such a good girl,” he says. “A good little cum slut.”
            She groans and would collapse if he weren’t holding her up. And when his free hand reaches around her and presses against her clit, she explodes almost instantly. Her moans turn to screams, and he presses his arm harder on her throat to silence her. Her breath turns raspy, but her screams quiet.
            “Someone was a little wound up,” Anthony whispers in her ear.
            “Yes, Sir,” she says, but the words barely come out. He takes his fingers off her clit and loosens his grip on her throat.
            But her ass is so tight as she clenched around him in her orgasm that he’s not far behind. A few more thrusts, and he can feel his balls tighten as he shoots spurt after spurt of cum in her ass.
            When he’s spent, he slides out of her.
            His grip loosens so she can turn around and face him.
            “Thank you, Sir,” she says, and she takes his face in her hands and kisses him on the mouth.
                        He deepens the kiss with his tongue, and she opens to him. She moans against his mouth, and then she breaks the kiss and drops to her knees in front of him. His softening cock is still dripping cum. She licks the tip tentatively and then takes the head in her mouth.
            Anthony looks down at her with wonder in his eyes. She’s never sucked his cock after sex, much less anal. It’s hot as hell that she’s doing it now.
            “Are you sure you want to do this?” Anthony asks.
            “Mm hmm,” Lisa replies, not taking her mouth off Anthony’s cock, but looking up at him through her lashes.
            “Oh god,” he groans as she takes more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his cock. “Oh fucking hell.”
            “Do you want me to stop?” she asks, pulling off of him for a moment. She doesn’t wait for a response to pull him back into her mouth. He isn’t getting hard, but he’s still big enough to be a challenge to get him all the way in.
            “No, god, no, please don’t stop,” Anthony says. He reaches out a hand and leans against the car to keep himself from falling.
            Lisa doesn’t stop. She keeps licking and sucking his semi-hard cock until she has combed every millimeter of it with her tongue. And then she sits back on her heels and says, “Is that clean enough for you, Sir?”
            He has to clear his throat to get the words out, “Yes, my little cum slut. Fucking hell, yes.”
            She smiles up at him, and he wants to drag her back into the house for another round. But instead, he takes a deep breath and tucks his cock away. He opens the car door and pushes her inside before she can realize what’s happening. He slips one hand in her bra and takes the key, slipping it back into his pocket.

Keep Away!

            “I can’t just stay here fucking you for the entire quarantine! Neither one of us can work from home if I’m balls deep in you all day,” he said, pulling his keys out of his pocket as he walked towards his car.                       “And you’re not leaving until you fuck me again!” she said, snatching the car keys out of his hand and shoving them in her pocket.
            He glared at her, nostrils doing that flare that told her two things. One, she was in trouble, and two, her panties would need to get changed.
            “Look at those keys, brat,” he said, voice low.
            She glanced between him and the keys for a moment, then took half a step back, looking down at them while trying to shield them with her body.
            “What about them?”
            “Tell me what you see on the ring.” That same voice, she shivered a little, the keys jangling in her grip.
            “Your house key. My house key. Locker key. And car key.”
            “Is the car key a key?”
            “No, it’s one of those fancy electric things, you showed it to me. You just have to get in the car, and it reads it or whatever.”
            “Good. Push the button.”
            She looked up at him for a minute, brattiness and concern for whether she’d have an ass in five minutes struggling on her face.
            “Push the button,” he said again.
            She looked up at him, a mischievous smile starting to curl the corners of her lips, “Make me!”
            He snarled, lunging forward and pinning her to the car. She shoved the keys behind her back, pinning her own hands behind her ass.
            “So help me, if there is a scratch on my car, I’m going to use your hair as a shammy.” He slammed her up against the door, yanking back on her hair at the same time. For a split second, she stared up at him with her mouth open, then his lips were on hers. She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, only to have the sound drowned out by the growl that rolled up out of his throat.
            Her hand relaxed, nearly dropping the keys, but she caught them with her pinky at the last second. They’d played games like this before, and they never ended well if she dropped what she was supposed to be holding.
            He broke the kiss, putting one arm on her neck and the other on her hip. She shifted the keys over to make sure they were out of reach. He didn’t even go for them, just yanked her back and forth, slamming her against the car hard enough to rock it. And to push the button on the fob. The lights and alarm chirped as the doors unlocked.
            “No,” she moaned, gasping through his choke. “Stay.”
            He reached down, grabbing the door handle and yanking it open.
            “Want to come with me?” he asked her.
            “Yes! I told you this whole quarantine thing was pointless! We both work from ho-glurg,” she gasped as he squeezed her throat again, the other reaching under her ass.
            “I like a little more meat on my subs for fucking, but I do admit you have superior handling,” he said with a little smirk, before tossing her into the car.
            She looked back, eyes wide, mouth panting. “You mean it?”
            “That I like chucking you around, yes,” he said, slamming the door behind him. “Am I taking you home? No. Neither of us would get any work done.”
            “Then what are we-,”
            “Get your pants off, or I’ll cut them off,” he said, unbuckling his own jeans, then reaching over for the glove box. He kept a seat belt cutter in there. He’d shown it to her once when they’d first started playing. He always made sure she was safe.
            With a squeal, she undid her pants, yanking them down and tossing them down on the floor.
            “How do you-”
            “Ass up, face against the window.” He said, climbing over the center console, already hard cock in hand.
            “Yes, Sirrrrrr!” she screamed as he shoved his cock into her before she was really in position. She heard something jangling, craning her head back to try and see what he was doing, but it was no use, she was crushed against the window glass.
            A moment later, she didn’t have to ask. With a rattle and a crack, his belt lashed over her ass, a long red stripe blossoming there. She screamed again, spittle staining the window. He’d make her clean that later too.
            “Shame we don’t have more room,” he said with a grunt, shoving the seatbacks down as much as he could. “No way I can leave a good mark without more windup.”
            He grunted as he hammered her pussy, none of the teasing he usually gave her, just hitting as deep as possible on every stroke, like he was trying to shove her through the door on the opposite side.
            “Fuck… me… Daddy…” she moaned, gasping between thrusts that hit nice and deep.
            “Shut up,” he said, swinging the belt around and threading it between her and the window. She bit down, moaning as loud as she could around the improvised gag.
            “I was going to come over and have a nice dinner. Cuddle you. Tell you I loved you. But you couldn’t have that, you just needed to get used like a fucking cunt, so here you go. I’m going to pound this pussy so you’ll feel it for a week, chuck you out of the car like a cheap hooker, and if you’re lucky, I’ll call you to say goodnight.”
            She wasn’t really processing words at this point, just getting wetter and wetter as he got louder and meaner. She didn’t piss him off like this often. She did love him. But a couple of times a year, it was so worth it.
            She felt her cunt clench down on his cock, belatedly realizing she didn’t have permission to cum. She tried to mumble through the gag, “Mmsadm mdmmd cumm mmmmm?” but it was no use. She screamed out as best as she could, spraying pussy juice all down the length of his cock to splatter his balls.
            “Another mess for when I see you again,” he said. “You’ll spend our first date cleaning this car with your tongue. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you use a toothbrush.”
            He shoved in to the hilt, roaring in her ear as he sprayed her pussy with cum. He leaned there a while, letting the belt drop out of his hand, and her mouth.
            “Do you feel better now, Sir?” she asked. At least as well as she could in the position.
            “I do. Do you still have my keys?”
            “I think I dropped them in the cupholder when you threatened to cut my favorite jeans.”
            He looked down. They were there.
            “Good,” he said, reaching down to open the door, keeping a firm hold on the handle.
            “Seriously? Not even time to pull my pants up.”
            “Nope, just enough to make sure you don’t break that pretty little face,” he said slowly, letting the door swing open more and more.
            She pouted, half stepping, half sliding out of the car, and landing on the grass outside. He slammed the door and hit the starter button, rolling the window down.
            “You clear of the wheels?” he asked.
            “Yes, Sir,” she said, pouting on the ground.
            “I love you. Go clean up. I’ll talk to you later tonight,” he said, then peeled out of the driveway.

            Fucking brats.