Chapter 1
Piper fights her restraints as the Masked Man approaches and slides a hand tantalizingly between her legs and up to her breasts.
He grabs a crop and runs it in the juices that have been flowing down her inner thighs, dripping onto the spreader bar between her legs. Then circles around to her back and strikes her ass and legs with it. Red welts appear on her body as he doesn't hold back. She screams in agony and pleasure, heat radiating off her body.
He drags his fingers across her core and brings them to his mouth.
"Mmmm, I can practically taste your desperation," he coos. He stands in front of her, and twists her taut nipple between two fingers. "Tell me, how badly do you want to cum?"
He pulls the gag out of her mouth while still twisting and tugging at her nipple.
"Please! Please master, I'll do anything you want!" Piper screams.
He chuckles and checks the clock.
"It's only been four hours, don't you think you can do better than that?" He asks. She shakes her head no and moans as he shoves the gag back in her mouth.
"As you wish," he says.
He pushes a button and four robed attendants bring in two blindfolded men. The masked man brings them to stand in front of and behind Piper.
He grabs the first man's hands and wraps them around Piper, placing them on her breasts.
"Play."
Piper moans as the man's hands massage her breasts and play with her nipples while he kisses her neck.
"Kneel," the masked man says and touches the man standing in front of her. The masked man shoves the man's face into Piper's pussy. "Eat this and do not stop until I tell you to."
Piper starts screaming into her gag.
The masked man sits on a chair nearby, watching the two strangers do exactly as he says while he takes his own dick out and begins stroking it with his hand. He knows Piper's been edging for so long that she won't cum right away, and when she does, it will be for several minutes.
He marvels at his work. It's like a symphony, and he enjoys conducting it.
I save the document and close my laptop, looking around to make sure no one has seen the words I was just typing. I can hardly believe these sentences came out of my own mind. But then I remember I'd do just about anything for $25,000, even research BDSM practices and read erotic stories in order create my own.
I've always had a knack for writing. Actually, I had a knack for many academic subjects but writing is the one I enjoy the most. That's why I am double-majoring in the English department of Pemberton University. Pemberton, a small, elite school in a hilly area outside of Seattle, isn't the Ivy League I had hoped for but it is close to home and has a program that suits me. Plus I could always go to an Ivy League school for a Masters Degree or, god-willing, my PhD.
I have big plans and lots of ambition, but in today's social media driven world, it is difficult to get ahead without creating an online brand and amassing thousands of followers, something I am far too shy to do.
Maybe that's why I enjoy writing so much, I can essentially hide behind my words. I can make up worlds, live out fantasies, and play roles I can't or won't have a chance to play in real life. I can write about literally anything. And for the last week I wrote about the Puppet Master.
I put my laptop away and leave the quiet study area of the university library. There's hardly anyone in there as the school year hasn't quite started yet, which is a stark contrast to the buzz of conversations outside. The large green quad that stretches in front of the library features several groups of students enjoying the sunshine after orientations and moving into dorms and apartments.
I watch the groups and easily identify all the same cliques I saw in high school. A group of very pretty girls are crowded around one of their phones looking at Kylie Jenner's latest Instagram post. Several nerdy-looking guys are trading cards for their next game of Magic: The Gathering on the other side. Five or six goth people stand together in all black ensembles with pale skin and heavy make-up. Even though there is less bullying and more cross-over, the small university still has a hierarchy that everyone seems to blindly obey. This unspoken hierarchy places me firmly in the average, no-one-would-notice-if-you-went-missing group and honestly, I am fine with that.
As I power walk and scan the quad for my roommate, I run straight into a wall of hard muscle. My glasses crunch on my face and I drop my phone but manage to hang on to my bag as I stumble backward. While adjusting my glasses, my eyes slowly scan the body standing in front of me. I only come up to his shoulders which are firm and rounded with muscle, framing a broad chest. He has a friendly, white smile that crinkles the outside edges of his vibrant, green eyes. Every inch of him from his soft, dark hair to his olive skin looks both effortless and flawless. It should be illegal for people to look this perfect.
It would be difficult to attend Pemberton and not know who Aiden Callahan is. Pemberton was known for having a strong soccer team and Aiden happen to be the captain. Despite my lack of a social life, I knew who he was, ehat position he played and even who he was dating. Women constantly fawned over him and I could absolutely see why. Just being in his presence made my pulse quicken.
"Whoa, you okay?" He places his hands on my arms to steady me. I immediately feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as the scent of crisp pine and mint invades my nose.
"Oh, uh, yeah," I say. He bends down, picks up my phone and hands it to me.
"You sure?" He asks again looking slightly concerned as I rub the bridge of my nose.
"Yeah, er, yes, sorry about that," I say.
"No problem, I tried to move out of your way but you were apparently on a mission,” he says, chuckling which is apparently my new favorite sound. I feel my cheeks flush even more.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I was just looking…” I trail off, allowing the moment to descend into an awkward silence. Thankfully he rescues me.
“We could use a forward like you on the soccer team,”his eyes sparkle as he looks down at me. I give a hearty, awkward laugh as I wait for him to take those intense green eyes off me so I can move again. "Well, see ya later," he says as if we're old friends. Aiden gives me a small wave and walks away to join his soccer teammates who are all standing fairly close to the group of pretty girls. As soon as Aiden joins them the two groups merge and become a super group of beautiful people. I continue to watch them for a few seconds.
"Willow!"
My roommate Beth comes striding up to me.
"Did you finish your project for the writing gig?" She asks. I manage to tear my eyes away from Aiden Callahan and smile at my best friend and roommate.
"Er, yeah, I just need to edit it but I'll do that later before bed," I say as I tighten t grip on my messenger bag.
"Uh not tonight you aren't! We're going to a party!"
