I wake up with the sun bright. Groaning I cover my face to hide from it and hear Cal chuckle.“The downside, while at night it is dark, and only the stars can be seen. It’s beautiful and peaceful, but mornings, well as soon as the son wakes up you have to.” He pulls me to him.“Thank you, Cal.” I kiss him and cuddle closer. He’s right, it’s far too early but it’s too bright now the sun is up. “So, what is the plan for today?” The last few days have been weird, and I have found myself missing them, I see one of them and then I don’t see them for two days. It feels weird.“Home, and live our life.”“You say that like it is simple Cal.”“It is, we have each other. That is all that matters puddin. Me, you and them. Come on, let’s go.” He gets up and drags me up with him, leaving me with no choice but to listen. I don’t mind though. I missed D, it’s been two days since I saw him.It feels weird, it's been one day since I saw Mac but even that it feels wrong. I stay quiet as he drives us b
It has been five months. Things calmed down a lot and we moved into the new house and the longer I was there the more I realised they were right. At their place I didn’t feel comfortable, I never felt like it was mine.It meant I hid away, I avoided rooms. The new house is different, I no longer worry or question if I should walk into the office, I no longer worry about going into any of the rooms.Standing I smile at myself in the mirror. They are fucking crazy. Apparently, I keep putting off agreeing to marry them, so this morning, D woke me up and told me to get ready. As I was about to grab clothes after showering he handed me a garment bag.I laughed hard when I opened it and saw the dress. His only response was no more hiding or delaying it. So, I guess today we get married. Which fucked up my plans, again! All week I have been trying to get them sat together, but they have constantly been in and out.Yesterday D travelled to Wolverson City which delayed my plan another day. Tod
I should be happy, but how can I be? I am barely twelve and have been forced into this new life of mine. No, that is wrong, this isn't my life, it is theirs. They have the right to use me however they wish, apparently, though I am not good enough for my parents, and I cost too much. Even doing all the chores around the house and working every day. All the money I earn goes to them. I guess I don't earn the money. They earn it from renting me out.I listen to their words, my ear pressed against the door, but it simply mumbles. My parents warned me a week ago, that they can't afford to keep me, even with me working and giving them every penny. Not that I have a choice however when it goes straight to their bank."Ten thousand." That I heard, is that really how little they see my worth? I hear them agree, moving I step back and sit on the small mattress. I want to say this will be good. Maybe this woman will be nice, won't use me like my parents did? Then again, they will want me to e
Within a few months I had settled into my new life, every now and then I made mistakes and wouldn't get to eat. I was still known as Mutt, however. Which Mrs. Jones and everyone reminded me daily that it was my fault. If I didn't keep arguing and saying my name, I wouldn't be called Mutt any longer. Closing the door I relax. It is nearly midnight. Cleaning today took longer. James, Mrs Jones' son had friends around, so my usual cleaning routine took far longer than it normally would. Sitting in my small cell, I take out the pencil and paper. It is the only thing I have. Drawing a cake with candles, I wish myself a happy birthday before rubbing out the image. I learnt quickly, that paper is sacred. I am given maybe five sheets a month, some months less. So after using a piece of paper, I would rub out the pencil to reuse it. My mind can't help but wonder what my parents are doing. Are they sitting there wishing me a happy birthday? Do they even remember it is my birthday? They
I had thought Mrs Jones was bad. I soon found out just how wrong I was. Dean is the devil, literally. If I could go back to Mrs Jones, I would have my bags packed and ready. Or rather bag. Dean and his gambling problem cause drama for everyone. We have moved cities three times since I was sold to him. He gambles, raising his debt to others in the city then makes us all run and hide. This new city will be the same as the last ones. My role will be the same. I am used to the clubs now, I am used to my roles within them. I am used to the show now. I’m Twenty-eight and know the way to get men to pay extra, to pick me before the other women. It’s the starting point I hate. I hate it more that this is a new city, somewhere I have never been. I knew the men where we were, but apparently, this city had more money. It is a clean city, in the sense no one knows Dean and he owes no one anything. I stand next to the other women, and I can feel Dean’s eyes on me from the corner of the room.
It is rare I drink anything other than water. I place the glass down and move forward to kiss him, his hand going up and stopping me. Shit, I am in trouble now. “Sorry, I’m new to this place, I don’t know the rules.” Maybe I shouldn’t lead here? “Miss Raven, right?” He looks at me and I nod. “I’m Demitri, what is your name?” He smiles at me. “Dais-Erm-Cherry.” I never get asked my name, and when I was sold Dean told me my name was Cherry if I was ever working, it suited me better for what I was to do. “Cherry. It is nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand I shake it. I’m confused, he paid to have me in this room and is talking to me? “Can I ask you something, Cherry?” I nod, feeling nervous. “Are you really happy with selling your body?” “It is money.” I smile at him. “I know, but surely you are not happy to have different men use you for pennies when you’re worth far more?” I stare at him. “You have choices, you realise that right? Sure, this is an easy way to make qui
I sit and look at her, fascinated that she is here. Partly because it breaks the fucking rules, but more that she is here. She looks wild, just caged. Part of me wants to walk outside and find Dean, but my hands are tied. That contract can’t be changed, so she is his. Even if it is disgusting how he treats her. So I won’t, for her, I won’t. I stare at her, and her eyes are beautiful, huge and blue. How anyone can look at her and hurt her I won’t understand. I should leave, every moment I spend here with her is another moment I want to break that Dean guy's jaw. Standing I smile at her. “It was nice to meet you, Daisy.” I nod to her slightly and turn, as I reach the door I hear her quiet whimper and stop. “You’re crying?” I stand and look at her. “It’s fine, just go.” She stands up and tries to look defiant yet she looks exhausted and like she needs sleep. “Clearly it isn’t, you look disappointed.” “I’m not disappointed Mr. Devil, I am merely exhausted and know what is to come on
“Em.” I wave the woman over. Taking out my wallet I hand her money, her eyes looking at me confused. “I require an extra hour with the lady Cherry, and she agrees. Put that with the rest.” I pay the exact same amount, I won’t pay extra because that dick gets it. Walking back through I see her kneeling. She stayed and waited. Trusted that I would come back? I stare at her amazed. “You didn’t move?” “I trusted you to not lie.” Her words are quiet as she stays kneeling. Her eyes are down, and her palms are up. “You have done this before.” She is in a perfect position. “Not all men who paid for me wanted pure sex, some wanted a submissive or a slave. So I was trained.” That is perfect, and as much as I love my submissives, she deserves far more than that tonight. “On the sofa, little bird.” I watch as she does as I say. Sitting on the sofa I shake my head. “Lie back, I have limited space and resources little bird. But your pleasure comes first.” I walk to her, as she lies back. My