CONTROLLING HER: 7 BOOKS COMPLETED BOX SET - (Adult Short Reads Romance Novel Stories Series): Contemporary Love Thriller, Suspense, Control & Erotic Menage ... Male Domination Novellas 1 2 3 4 5 6 7)

by Kilie Sams

  I went to work, in a better mood than I’d been in for over a month. I took better shots, delivered better reports, wrote an amazing story about a couple who survived a burning house in St. Thomas. I went home, had dinner, felt like seeing Veronica. I called, asked if we could watch a movie, she wasn’t feeling well, I remembered her period was to come that day, that explains how emotional she got, maybe she should do all her poems when it was PMS time of the month. I offered to come over, we could always watch bootleg on the couch. I thought to myself, like old times. I was smiling all the way there.

  I didn’t bother knocking; she didn’t move the spare key from its hiding place. I got in, she eased herself up off the couch

  “That’s ok, you can lay down, I’ll get everything sorted out.”

  I let her rest, went to the kitchen, microwaved the popcorn and set up the movie. She looked her usual self that meant it wasn’t one of those months where she’d have the vomiting. I was grateful for that too. She didn’t say much, she was usually quiet when she was in pain, didn’t make me feel bad that I couldn’t help her. I did all I could do, I put the comedy in and gently eased her head up sat down and rested her head in my lap. She was still my Veronica.

  Half way through the movie, with me rubbing her belly she fell asleep. I picked her up, put her in bed. I stood there watching her peaceful face for a while, I looked at the bags under her eyes, how dark around them looked, she looked so fragile and broken. I kissed her forehead and didn’t get in bed and cuddled her as I wanted to. I couldn’t and shouldn’t. I called mom.

  “Mom, you alrite?”

  “Yes, Jonny, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m always gonna be alright.”

  “Cool, I’m not coming home tonight okay?”

  “Everything’s alright with you?”

  “Yes mom, I’m just going to spend the night at home.”

  I thought about it, this hadn’t been my home in two months give or take a few days.

  “Alright, make sure you use a condom!”

  She was laughing, but I knew she was serious.

  “Mommmm! It’s not that kind of night, she isn’t feeling well.”

  “Whatever you say boy.”

  I smiled, “Love you,”

  “Love you too baby.”

  I hung up, got a pillow and sheet from the linen closet and made my bed on the couch. The familiar smells made me fall asleep with a comfortable smile on my face.

  I woke up early to a banging on the door. I seriously contemplated opening it up. I prayed it wasn’t him, I knew I’d never met him, but I’m sure if were ever face to face I would know it was him. I opened it slowly, was surprised to see Becky standing there, she didn’t look well; she looked surprised to see me as well.

  “Where’s Veronica?” She walked in.

  “Well morning to you too.”

  “Good morning, where’s Ver?”

  “She’s sleeping, what’s wrong?”

  She didn’t answer me, she headed straight to the room, I followed her. I didn’t complain I knew they were best friends, I watched as she rocked Veronica from her sleep, dazed she slapped the arm away, then opened her eyes smiling, her smile dropped as soon as she saw Becky.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?! Didn’t I say never be back?”

  I was shocked out of my wits. What had I missed? I’d never seen this side of Veronica before; she got out of bed fast for a woman bleeding. I swore by the look on her face she was about to kill Becky and I didn’t know why. I wanted to know why. She got louder, screaming all manners of things. This could go the wrong way and fast. I eased closer into the room, she looked at me, looked at Becky and looked at me again before looking back at Becky. Becky was calm, calmer than I’d expected her to be; all I could catch was

  “You lesbian slut!”

  Wow! This was her best friend though. How could she be saying all these things? What had Becky done? What was so cruel?

  “Ver, please listen!” She pleaded; Veronica wasn’t having any of it. She stormed out, went to the bathroom and didn’t come out.

  “What happened?”

  “Nothing.” Becky left sorrow in her eyes, she looked defeated I knew she’d just given up on their friendship. I had to admit, though the foul language didn’t appeal to me, but she sounded so cute cursing. Her brow knitted.

  I went to the bathroom door. Knocked. Veronica yelled “Go away!” from the other side.

  “It’s me, she gone” I heard her fumbling with the lock, she opened it, crying. She hugged me. I eased her away from me and looked into her eyes. ‘What happened?” I listened to her tell me how Becky had come onto her, I thought it so contradicting. She was so homophobic, and had a gay best friend. A lesbian one at that, this should’ve been obvious, Veronica would attract any gender.

  “Veronica, come on, give the girl a break.”

  “Jonny how can you say that!” She was getting upset all over again, I hushed her, hugged her. Let her go. I gave her some space and time to calm down. Hormones I thought. I went to the kitchen, to make some breakfast. She’d begged for my forgiveness maybe she needed to forgive Becky as well. I’ll convince her later. I stayed there all day; the entire time resisting the desire to kiss and fondle her. It felt good being home. I felt good knowing I could be around her and control myself. That’s something we’d have to work on, her self-control. I wasn’t coming back just yet.

  Do unto others

  Veronica

  Jonathan spent the night. I don’t know when I fell asleep. I don’t know if he’d slept beside me, but the pillow on the couch suggested otherwise. I sighed, even if I wasn’t aware of it, it would’ve been nice to know he’d held me throughout the night. He was in the kitchen making breakfast. I was trying to catch up on what I missed from the rest of the movie before he came back to chat it out. He always did that, if we were ever watching TV and we were watching a show he’d watched before, I’d lose interest by the middle because he’d ruined the end already.

  He came back, handed me my plate, I got half a grape fruit, a banana and a bologna sandwich with lettuce and cheese and a glass of orange juice. He’d made himself two sandwiches had the other half of the grapefruit and a cup of fever grass. I’d drink my ginger tea later.

  “I loved your poem; I can’t stop thinking about it.” I blushed; I don’t know why that poem had been delivered so strongly, it was so short compared to the other poets.

  “Thanks”

  “You should be more confident and do more of your poems, train yourself. You’re a powerful spoken word poet. Your poems will never be as good as they really could be unless you do what you did up on that stage.”

  I sighed, maybe someday; I was ok with taking it one poem at a time one step at a time.

  “Maybe,” I looked away as he began talking about how I should forgive Becky.

  “I don’t mean to bring this up, but look how I’m trying to forgive you, trying to understand that he gave you something that I wouldn’t try and put yourself in her shoes.” He had a point, my hairs prickled every time I thought about the way she looked at me, could I trust her?

  I second guessed it, Becky had seen me in less clothes, and she didn’t make a move then. I probably shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Maybe I should reach out to her. Maybe she had been weak to her desires like I was. I would call her. Maybe we could go out like she’s always wanted and I’d try to forget this happened if she’d promise me not to ever bring it up. For now I was enjoying Jonathan’s company. I’d call Becky later.

  Becky

  Veronica had flat out rejected me, shamed me as if I were a dog. I couldn’t help myself, one person can try and try so hard and no more. If someone didn’t want to let you in, you could never force them. I accepted it, went home. Thought about a patient I had named Garry, he was gay, his family didn’t know, he was role model, first high school graduate, first college graduate, a success strong from Tivoli, he’d grown up in that homophobic society, and was still gay. We co
uldn’t help ourselves. I shared it with him one day as he cried, that I was in fact gay, my family knew, disowned me, told him the closest family I had was Veronica, told him how I’d felt like I fell in love with her in the beginning but how I soon realize that the love I had for her was filial. He had become more like friend than like a patient. I drove straight to his house I didn’t know who to else to turn to.

  When I got to Garry’s house, he wasn’t there. I didn’t want to be around any women, I thought of the next male I knew. Bill. I called him.

  “Hi, this must be really awkward hearing from me.”

  “Not really, what’s up?” he replied. Yea we really should be friends we had Veronica in common.

  Well he had her, not me. Then I remembered seeing Jonathan at her house. Was she seeing both of them at the same time again?

  “Nothing, feeling kinda down. Can’t go to Veronica.”

  “Why? What happened? You heard from her?” that was strange...

  “You haven’t been hearing from her?” he cleared his throat, seemed perturbed but played it off as nonchalance he was good at lying I could tell. A fellow bro I smiled to myself. I told him what happened. Told him how Veronica flipped. Told him that I had nobody to talk to, and he listened for what reason I don’t know.

  I was on my way to the mall, getting some shopping done sounded up my alley. Clothes, pretty things, different things the smell of new, having something that belonged to me was good. Bill asked what I was doing,

  “You sound like you’re in your car.”

  “Yea I am.” I replied. He tried to change to topic from Veronica. I let him.

  “Where you headed?”

  “Just the mall, need to get some shopping done, a girl’s favourite pass time” I said sarcastically.

  “Oh cool what mall?” I told him, he asked me to call him back later or so, I said sure and hung up as I pulled into the underground parking lot. It was going to be a long evening.

  I bought six blouses, a dress for a girl I was linking and a watch I spent almost a total of forty grand. I pulled my phone out as I headed down; I remembered I had to call Bill.

  The Ultimate Submissive

  Bill DaCosta

  I’d been fucked up since Claire’s death. I’d been on edge; I’d wanted to beat an ass until it turned purple wanted to take virginity, an anal virginity. I needed release. I thought and thought and thought, again I considered Polly, and the famous back road. Couldn’t do it. Days passed since she’d died, I still hadn’t fuck, countless of women at work flirted with me. But I’d locked in on a target weeks ago. This one would be the real deal.

  I knew exactly who I wanted. She never flirted. Wasn’t attracted to me, not that I knew of. Was always either professional with me or cordial whenever we communicated. We however rarely spoke. I have been watching her for a few days. She had no idea, more and more she’d become so attractive, maybe it was her skin. Before Claire died, before Veronica stopped taking my calls, I should’ve been fucking them more. Now all the tension was building up and baby oil and my palm wasn’t working.

  This submissive would be different, I knew it. It’s different when you know they wanted it. I knew where she worked, that was easy of course, and then I followed her home from work one day. Of course she didn’t know the car; I thought my plan would’ve been hard, since she never left home. Just work and home sometimes out on a date. I knew that much, but no dates recently. Did she and her boo break up? I laughed to myself.

  I took some photos one day when I realised how good she looked. Played around with Photoshop, put her face on the bodies of porn stars with her skin tone. Yes, I admitted to myself, I was now obsessed. I was hooked, I’d caved in on my desires long ago, and I realised this was something I didn’t know if I could live without.

  I thought about it at work, while I was with T, on the road, in traffic, I’d slowly devised my plan. It had pieced together and I was about to take action.

  ***

  She looked beautiful. I’d strung her up, we were in the house, I couldn’t have managed taking her to the loft. She was close to lifeless when I’d pulled her body from the rental truck. No one paid attention as I eased it into the drive way. Getting the drugs was easy, it would wear off soon. I had to get her saddled in and quick. I moved rapidly. I brought her in first and then the grocery. We were going to be here for a long time. I took a vacation off work; I was dedicated to this challenge. No matter how long it would take.

  Life was unpredictable

  Jonathan

  I’d been going to Veronica’s more frequently. We did things, went out for ice cream, and even went out for candy a few times whenever she felt like it. Some night’s I slept there, and whenever I did I slept on the couch. Tonight we were playing bored games, the innocent kind, I was kicking her ass. I felt like the good friend I knew I could be to her. She’d gone miserable a few times, times when she was horny I supposed.

  “I’m not your friend” she’d curse. It was cute. She’d run me home, and I’d always go. The last time she did it, I was headed for the door and she quickly ran up to me putting her body between me and the door. She’d slowly bring her arms up around my neck, pouted at me, apologised and kissed my cheek. I’d been frozen. We hadn’t been that close since her period when I picked her up. She didn’t let go of my neck. She just stood there looking at me, tempting me waiting. I didn’t budge just asked her to excuse me. She’d taken the opportunity of my open mouth and kissed me, holding the back of my head, softly kissing my bottom lips, I gave in a little then stopped her. The look on her face after that rejection made me feel like I’d done something wrong. I just couldn’t I really couldn’t. My body gave in to the familiarity, cause once you give yourself to someone their body never stops knowing your body and your body never stops knowing them. Like riding a bike, you’ll never forget how to. My lips responded my mind stopped them.

  Monopoly wasn’t as fun with two people.

  “Maybe we should consider playing cards instead.”

  I was saying when my phone began to ring. I eased up and headed for the kitchen table. It was Sunday night and I’d brought some of the dinner mom had cooked early this morning before church for Veronica. I’d ditched the evening part to come spend time with Veronica. She’d agreed to go with me next Sunday. That was something to look forward to.

  It was mom calling to find out if I was spending the night or coming home, I figured when her name came up on the screen

  “Hello mom.” I answered.

  “Jonny??” It wasn’t my mother’s voice, the person sounded frantic

  “Yes it’s me! Everything’s ok?”

  “No!! Jonny I don’t know what to do!!” I recognised the voice now as her neighbour Pat.

  “What happened? Calm down.”

  “No, I can’t! They’ve just rush your mother to the hospital! She collapsed in church, maybe it’s a heart attack!”

  Before she was finish I’d been half way out the door Veronica on my heels. I prayed a silent prayer after telling Veronica what Pat had told me.

  She kept her hand on my knee the entire drive there. I was relieved to have her with me; I felt some strength from her. I knew she was praying for me too.

  Veronica

  On our way down to the hospital, I called Becky. Her cell rung without an answer. When we got there, Jonathan went to go try and find his mother, he’d call me as soon as he located her. I kissed him and he didn’t stop me. I tried calling Becky again; her phone went straight to voicemail again. I left her a voice message. I had been thinking; life was too short and unpredictable to live without the people you loved, to live with hate, there was too much good things to appreciate. You never knew what day might be your last. I was happy I’d agreed to go to church with Jonathan next Sunday. I wanted God to see my face from inside his worshiping place again. I’d really been a sinner; a sinner who wanted to go to heaven someday. Becky was my best friend she understood me and I use to claim I understood her. I r
eally had over reacted. Jonny was right. It was sad to see that it took this awful circumstance for me to realise.

  I would try and reach out to her again tomorrow. Maybe she’ll forgive me like I should’ve forgiven her. I have a feeling she’ll understand, she knew how I felt about girls touching me. I vaguely remembered what Bill had done to me, I blocked his number and answered Jonathan as he called, he was crying through muffled words, a nurse directed me, said he needed someone to calm him down. I headed to his rescue.

  The Ultimate Submissive

  Bill Dacosta

  I looked at my master piece. She was dressed in leather, head to toe, all the right body parts exposed, I put a mask over her head, one with only one hole for the nose and mouth. She wouldn’t be able to see. It was time for her to wake up. I’d been dying to get started. I put some smelling salt beneath her nose after gagging her; and watched as her body came to life. Days ago I’d transported the body harness, bought the drugs, plotted and plotted. I was going to make this work. Everything happened so perfectly. I just watched her jerking. Pulling at the chains, I could hear the muffled screams.

  The ultimate submissive is one who does not have a living submissive bone in their body. The first time I met her I realised that she wasn’t a bitch, she was assertive. I could tell she didn’t take shit from people. She didn’t work for anyone. That was also a pointer. She probably didn’t like to take instructions or to be bossed around. The perfect sub has to be broken and rebuilt, taught the ways of a sub, thought to please, and taught to give up free will taught that there was no choice for you. My word is law. I was going to do this. A woman who wasn’t even attracted to me was perfect. A woman who wasn’t even attracted to men was exceptional. It was madness it was my challenge. I would have my ultimate submissive by will or by force. Force please! Becky looked great in leather. She had been jerking shaking for a while. I went to her ears. And in a deadly voice whispered “Shhh…”