Free Wrecked by H.P. Landry

blew her off because you felt something.”
    “Why are you here Nat? Yes, you are family, but it doesn’t mean I need to hear your familial advice,” I snapped.
    “Damien James, Lord if I didn’t love your momma so much, I would smack the shit out of you-- you selfish prick. I happen to love your dumbass, but here’s some advice. I know you like Mylie. She is good to the core while you’re jaded and crude. Either man the fuck up or leave her be!”
    She stalked away, loudly shutting the door behind her. I knew she was right. Mylie was not Jen. Jen was a selfish bitch who always played the victim card while portraying the damsel in distress. When we met, she saw mother’s fortune and figured she could use it to get out of her situation. I, ever the fool for exotic women, fell for her, but once I realized that she was a gold digger, it was too late. I had invested years of devotion to her. And for what? So she could sleep with Alexander D'Entremont, the Louisiana billionaire, and get knocked up!
    Yes, I was jaded because I thought a sensible woman like Jenifer Antoinette Meligeni, a girl from the city who had worked hard to get full scholarship, was looking for love. But, instead, she was looking for a paycheck. I needed to sleep, so I closed my eyes until exhaustion took me under.

    I felt her body pressed against mine. I inhaled her scent mixed with latex, and the combination was intoxicating as much as it was thrilling.
    “Don’t you want me,” she whispered in my ear.
    “You know I do, baby,” I growled in frustration. I was tied to bars. The room was pitch black, but I knew it was she, my blue eyed devil. What the hell was going on?
    “Tsk tsk. You’ve been naughty Professor, and you need to be punished.”
    What? Oh hell no!
    “That’s enough Mylie, untie me,” I demanded but instead I felt a swift smack to the sole of my right foot.
    “Ow! What the fuck!” I felt another smack. “Fuck Mylie; Untie me now!”
    She smacked my left foot. I was livid. What the fuck was she thinking?
    “You broke a rule Professor, and now you must be punished.”
    The heat of her body suddenly was gone.
    “What rule is that Mylie?”
    “What did you call me?”
    “Your name. Mylie.”
    “Professor, in my dungeon you are my servant, and you will address me as Mistress. You will be punished for your disobedience. You must count, am I clear?”
    “Enough, I don’t play these games.”
    I felt various straps slap against the tender flesh near my buttocks and the scent of leather in the air. She whipped me?
    “You will speak only when spoken to Professor. Open your mouth,” she demanded.
    “I–,” but I couldn’t finish what I was saying because she stuck a rubber ball in my mouth that had straps that fastened around my head. A ball gag? Is she kidding me?
    “Count!”
    CRACK
    “One,” I drooled, my voice muffled because of the gag.
    CRACK
    “Two.”
    CRACK
    “Three.”
    “Good Professor. Have you learned your lesson?” she asked sweetly.
    “Yes,” I mumbled.
    CRACK
    “Yes, what?”
    What the hell was I supposed to say?
    CRACK
    “Yes what Professor?”
    “YES MISTRESS,” I yelled.
    “Wake up Damien… Wake up.” I felt someone shaking me, and I opened my eyes only to see Trevor with a pale expression.
    “What?”
    “Yes, Mistress?” He collapsed on the floor and burst into a fit of laughter. I was mortified, knowing I would never live this down. “Dude… you’re into being whipped now?”
    “It was fucking dream,” I said as I threw my pillow at his face, and he smacked it away.
    “More like a fantasy, eh?” He waggled his eyebrows, and I felt nauseated.
    “Why are you here?”
    “We heard you yelling as you counted, and I walked in on you as you bellowed, ‘YES MISTRESS!’ I didn’t know you were so kinky Damien.”
    “Shut up. Get out!”
    “You forgot to say, ‘Please sir.’”
    He ran out the door as I covered my face with my arm.
    Damn that woman!
    She had invaded my psyche