Free Property Of by CP Smith Page A

can do it again today, with the same enthusiasm. By eight tonight, I must have in my possession a picture of you masturbating with a penis shaped vibrator. Also by eight, you must delete your account on SSD to prove you belong to me and only me. From now on, we will only communicate via Kik app so I may reach you immediately. Once you have downloaded the app, send me an email with your picture and Kik ID to prove you have completed my instructions. Then, and only then, will I know you are trainable. Don’t disappoint me, Taryn. Dark Prince.”
    “Holy shit,” Kasey blurted.
    “Um, question,” Angela broke in, “Do we really need this guy for the book? I mean, this is getting out of hand just for research. A picture of boobs was pushing my limits, but masturbating for some creep?”
    “I agree,” Janeane replied. “This guy is way over the top just for background information on the lifestyle.”
    “Is it just me or does he sound angry for some reason?” I asked.
    While Janeane had been reading the email, a sense of dread enveloped me. He seemed angry, as if we’d done something to piss him off, almost as if he knew we were lying to him.
    “Sorry, but I’m not masturbating for anyone but myself,” Kasey mumbled.
    “Oh, I agree with you. No way are we going that far for a story. We’ll just look for another guy on SSD and ignore any more correspondence we receive from the creep. Janeane, send him a reply saying you’ve come to the conclusion that being a slave isn’t what you’re looking for and wish him well.”
    Janeane nodded and began typing on her phone as I sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t know until we began talking with Dark Prince how intense the dominant world was.
    “If I didn’t need the research I’d pull off that site,” I mumbled.
    “You could always read BDSM romances for your research. It’s not like you’re writing a BDSM book—it’s just the world the killer lives in, right?”
    “Good point. Maybe I should focus on the catfish aspect of the book and see how they draw women in and fool them into believing they are someone they aren’t.”
    “Wow, he responded back already,” Janeane interrupted, scowling at her phone.
    “Why are you frowning?”
    “He said a slave doesn’t tell a Master what he can or can’t do with his property. He expects us to complete the orders by eight p.m. tonight, or the punishment will fit the crime, whatever that means. It was sent from his iPhone so he must be in his car or something.”
    “Don’t respond to him again. Just change the email account associated with the profile, so his messages bounce back to him,” I ordered.
    “I’ll have to do that when I get back to the office.”
    “The sooner, the better. This guy’s giving me the heevy jeevies,” Kasey shuddered.
    “Hey, Melissa,” Angela hollered toward a blonde woman with short hair, a killer figure, and black spiked pumps I’d kill to own. Dressed in business attire, she wore a black pencil skirt with a bright red silk blouse that looked great with her fair complexion. She finished the look off with bright red lips, and I immediately cast her in the role of prosecuting attorneys in . . . in . . . “Yes . . . I’ve got it,” I shouted.
    “You’ve got what?” Kristina asked.
    “The title of our book,” I explained. “I’ve been racking my brain trying to come up with a title that fit, and it just hit me. Dark Prince kept calling us his property, right? It made me think of those T-shirts athletes wear that say, “Property Of” such and such school. I say we title the book “Property Of.”
    I looked around the table and saw four smiling faces all nodding approval. BFF's had a binding contract and within that contract, it clearly stated that all bullshit would be left at the door. Only the truth was allowed when in each other’s presence, so when I looked around the table and saw four smiling faces I knew they liked the name.
    “Booyah,” Kristina