I couldn’t believe that this was happening. It all started as an innocent bet. Of course, I had lost. Because of a stupid tipped ball in the endzone, I, Cliff Bartum, Mrs. Bartum’s baby boy, was on my hands and knees between my roommate’s, Aaron’s, legs.
Because I lost the bet, I was supposed to be Aaron’s slave for the week. (I know it was stupid, but I was cocky and my team was up by 14 points in the 4 quarter at the time.)
After the events of the previous night, most of the group’s carnal secrets were out in the open. Gina, a woman in her mid-40s who was also Jim’s department chair, was fucking Aaron, an 18-year-old freshman who previously dated her young daughter, Karla. Jim, 31 and wrapping up his doctoral dissertation, had just started fucking Molly, a 19-year-old intern (she was having intercourse for the first time with someone other than her father, but that secret would remain intact a while longer).
Aaron looked at me with a mixture of shock and pure heat. I don’t think he was expecting me to actually take him up on his offer. I don’t know, maybe he figured I was really into the submissive stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved it, but I wasn’t going to be his pushover. And I was damn sure going to give him the same treatment he gave me.
It was snowing pretty hard. I had just stoked up the fire when I heard the knock at the door.
Who could that be, I thought.
I was up in the woods, practically in the middle of nowhere. It was just me and my dog Max, and Max was in his doggy bed sleeping the sleep of the dead.
Another sleepless night, the dark enveloping me like a lover’s embrace. My mind wouldn’t let me sleep; Aaron Black’s cock was ripping through my pussy and brain over and over. His muscles, his face, the power in those cold, cold eyes, they all haunted me.
Rain soaked me through, the chill of the air magnified by the clinging of my wet clothes.
I was coming straight from work, a small-time paper, and was following a lead.
Aaron Black, it seemed, did not want to be found. He’d returned no phone calls, and I couldn’t find him on the net. I’d had to test the resources of my paper’s staff, convincing them that there was a story in Black, a business or human interest.