Chapter 1
⚠️Trigger warning: This book contains consensual non-consent. CNC involves consenting adults pretending not to consent to sexual activities and the contents of these scenes may be triggering to those who find sexual assault to be a disturbing subject.
To clarify, this story is a highly fantasized version of CNC roleplay, the activities described within are 100% consensual and I do not in any way condone rape. Please use your discretion as to whether or not this book is right for you.
If you are considering trying CNC please do your own research beyond erotic literature, ensure proper safety measures are in place for you and your partner’s protection and always discuss intentions and limits before proceeding. Remember that different people may have different ideas of what CNC means and preferences may vary, what NEVER changes is the essential requirement of enthusiastic consent for the enactment of any BDSM activity, always treat others with empathy and respect.
No kink shaming, please, people of all preferences are welcome in my world.
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Foreword:
This SPECTER SHORT SPECIAL is best read if you have already completed THE BRAVO BOYS books but it isn’t at all essential to enjoyment.
THE SPECTER SERIES
1. Hunting for Honey
2. Feilds of Clover
3. Broken Hearts & Coup D’etats
4. Secrets of Summer
5. Lace & Leather
6. The Colt & The Cobra
THE BRAVO BOYS
1. Killerwolf
2. Tigerlilly
SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE
1. Red Reaper
SPECTER SHORT STORIES
• Halloween Special - ANGELMAKER The Southside Slayer
• Christmas Special - Dasher & The Dancer - Christmas In Aspen
1. Alfa
2. Bravo
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WARNING:
This story contains explicit erotic scenes and violent CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), Crime, Bondage, Gunplay and other BDSM themes that may be distressing to some, reader discretion is advised.
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DASHER & THE DANCER
PRELUDE
Twas the night before Christmas, in the Darkport townhouse,
When in crept a creature, quiet as a mouse;
He had not a clue she slept sweetly above,
With dreams that St. Nick would bring her somebody to love.
With Aspen nestled cozy all snug in her bed;
A bump in the night would fill her with dread;
Something did stir from the room down below,
And the dancer did wonder if it was the storm that did blow:
With courage she rose from the sheets at the clatter,
And crept quietly downstairs to see what was the matter.
There in the darkness a Grinch grabbed her in a flash,
Little did she know it was the man they called Dash.
His sapphire eyes grew alight with a glow,
When he realised he’d caught the girl named for the snow.
His lips would remember the taste of her kiss;
From the time they first met, on a cold night just like this.
Now tied up in tinsel, captured beneath twinkling lights;
The beautiful dancer was too tempting a sight.
While shivering with fear the girl knew she was in strife;
So she begged him and pleaded to spare her sweet life.
Aspen with her wide eyes golden and bright;
In fuss and a flurry, put up such a good fight.
Soon The Grinch could barely contain his delight,
as he leaned in close to whisper;
“Merry Christmas baby, I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”
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❄️ASPEN❄️
Holly Garland
... Christmas Eve - One Year Ago ...
~The Firecracker Factory~
As I crawl across the stage to the pole wrapped in shiny silver tinsel, twenty or so soldiers who all look the same to me with their short buzz cuts and tight muscle shirts, toss their hard earned paychecks in the air around me to make it rain.. Tonight I am struck by just how many of them are alone this holiday season, they have nowhere else to go, nowhere better to be than at a strip club on a Christmas Eve.. Just like me..
Many of them must be home from their deployments for a short while with no family to visit and nothing better to do than spend their lead up to Christmas at the Firecracker Factory..
I dance to the slow and sexy beat of ‘Santa Baby’, sensually rolling my hips and kicking my heels up in a cutesy fashion as I grind away at the pole, flinging myself back into a casual sit-spin as I unfurl a piece of my tinsel and toss it into the crowd..
I am almost bored by the monotony of the routine and the ease of the clientele so that when a familiar handsome face enters the club I can barely contain my squeal of glee as I rush to jump down from the stage.. A groan of disappointment can be heard from the men I leave behind as I race across the floor towards him..
“RIVVY! I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU CUTIE-PIE!” Throwing myself into the Irish Marine’s muscular arms, kissing his cheek when he catches me with a grunt and a lighthearted chuckle..
“Oof! Heya, Aspen! Good t’see ye’ too..” He sets me carefully back on my feet before he dusts my glitter from the sleeves of his denim jacket with a smirk, glancing down at the tinsel twisted around my curvy body.. “Christ-- Yer’ look like a goddamn gift tonight, gorgeous!”
I laugh and smack his beefy arm, trying not to get caught up in his gorgeous green eyes or imagine running my hands through his short strawberry hair.. The overgrown Irishman is the fittest creature in this place and nobody could deny that fact..
Damn, he’s so freaking cute!
“Oh you big flirt! I bet you say that to all your Christmas presents!”
“O’Aye..” He grins back at me, all white shiny teeth and glinting eyes.. “Only the pretty ones, Holly, and no-one in this club is prettier than you..”
River O’riley is the owner of the Firecracker Factory and his wife Frankie is a dear friend of mine and possibly the most perfect woman to ever walk the Earth.. She’s beautiful, kind and gentle-hearted, there isn’t a girl at the club who doesn’t love and admire her, because of Frankie and her Triad legacy we have more opportunities, superior medical care and better protection than most working girls in the city and that’s saying a lot.. She looks out for us, a true queen among us lowly peasants..
Which begs the question, why is River here instead of at home with her and his two gorgeous daughters? He had been known as a bit of a player back when I met him and I’d hate to see him make a mess of his perfect life.. “What are you doing here, Rivvy? You’re not up to your old tricks again are you boss?! You don’t want to find yourself on the naughty list this year!”
“I’m a reformed sinner, I swear!” He shakes his head and holds up his hands innocently.. “Amby asked me to do a bank run, I’m just here to pick up the cash, can’t have it sitting here unguarded all weekend..”
“Oh sure.. Well, last I saw Amberley she was in the back..” I point over towards the office where his baby mama, the club manager, Amberley Davis had last been seen..
River smiles a grateful grin and takes a step away before turning hesitantly back to me.. “Uh.. She hasn’t got anyone back there with her-- right?”
I giggle and shrug.. “Not as far as I know, but maybe knock first if you don’t wanna find out the hard way!”
River and Amberley have a funny relationship, somewhere between enemies, exes, friends and family they are caught up in each other’s lives.. I very much doubt Amby knows how fortunate she is to have a man like River as the father to her daughter.. Honestly, she couldn’t have asked for a more generous or compromising man..
Of course she doesn’t appreciate him.. Amberley is not known for being nice.. While I do like her, she is an unbelievably abrasive woman with the most selfish of attitudes.. Still, self preservation is not an uncommon trait among us Factory girls and I’m sure she would say the same thing about me..
River jokingly wipes his brow in relief.. “Aye, rite’ ye are, Lord knows I don’ae need tickets to that show.. Ye’ have a good night’s, Aspen,.. Merry Christmas and stay outta trouble!”
“Merry Christmas, boss! Give my best to Frankie and the girls!” I wave goodbye to him as he disappears back through the crowd and I am almost sad to see him go.. I never got to tell River just how much I liked him back when he was a free man, fooling around with just about every girl he could get his hands on..
I’d never judge him for it but I’d always suspected the man had some kind of addiction.. He was insatiable, almost as if he couldn’t control his rabid desire.. At least he had been until he met his wife..
For her he has grown so much, more than I’ve ever seen any man change.
Nobody has ever changed for me.. They probably never will..
With a sigh I watch him walk away.. Another woman’s perfect man and my pipe dream..
I know he is married but part of me misses the time we used to spend together.. The fun we used to have.. River was always so thoughtful, sweet and dirty in the best of ways and he made me laugh.. In truth, River had been the last man I had slept with and even then he had made sure to keep the boundaries between us professional, but I do almost anything to find a guy just half the man he is..
Of course I’d never do anything to jeopardize his relationship, or my job.. Though sometimes I wonder what might have happened between us if I had been braver and told him how I felt way back when..
I wonder if I’ll ever feel that way again about anyone else..
My ruminations are interrupted by a forced cough and a gentle tap on my shoulder.. “Uhem-- S’cuse me, Miss?”
With a start, I turn around and come face to chest with the most enormous man I’ve ever seen.. I mean he is a monster, standing close to seven foot!
Big tawny brown boots laced up tight lead my eye upward to long legs and narrow hips, decked in distressed black denim.. Thick muscle is carved out into perfect form and strapping shoulders are wrapped in a soft grey sports coat.. A chiseled jawline and dark stubble accentuate a pair of brilliant blue eyes, light and clear as sapphire glass, peering down at me from beneath a groomed mess of jet black curls..
He is without a doubt a desirable beast and judging from the sidelong glances a couple of the other dancers give him, I am not the only one to have noticed his behemoth presence..
Ho-Ho-Holy Hell!
Merry Motherfucking Christmas to me!
I must have been a good girl this year, because this delivery is just too good to be true..
I want to jingle his bell, slide down his north pole and play with his snowballs until he gives me a white Christmas!
“Oh damn!” I gasp up at him, my mouth moving before I can stop the words slipping out.. “Look at the size of you!”
The tall and dark stranger runs an unphased hand back through his raven black hair, his eyes sparking like starlight and sapphires, reflecting the flashing strobes as they pierce straight into mine.. With a gravelly grunt the mountain man frowns.. “What?”
I shake my head to clear away the blizzard of lust that hails down through my being to pool at the core of me.. “Fuck.. Did I say that out loud?!”
“Yeah, you did.. Didn’t your daddy teach you it’s rude to stare..” He chews tensely on the inside of his cheek, radiating a magnetising dark energy and never once taking his stare from me..
“Mmhmm.. He did.. But I never do as I’m told..” I smirk back at the beautiful man, sighing in wistful whimsy.. “It’s a real problem..”
“Yeah, you look like a real problem to me, Angel..” His steely gaze penetrates right through me to my soul for several long seconds before he breaks the connection, glancing over my shoulder.. “I’m just looking for my sister, Zoey-- Have you seen her?”
I peek around the club, not seeing the tattooed babe he speaks of anywhere, though she does often visit the Factory to meet with her on and off again girlfriend Amberley.. It wouldn’t surprise me if she were somewhere nearby.. “Nope.. Oh shit-- She might be in the back with Amby!” I clap my hands over my mouth as I realise that I may have sent River walking into quite the scene of passion..
Suddenly, I am overridden by laughter.. It bubbles out of me in heaving waves and I struggle for breath through the silliness..
The monster man shifts on his feet, rigid and uncomfortable.. Irritated and dark.. “Are you-- laughing at me?”
“Oh no.. God no..” I gasp for air, not meaning to offend him but unable to recompose myself quick enough.. “I’m sorry it’s just.. I think I just set my boss up for an unpleasant surprise!”
He squints at me before he moves to take a step around me.. “Right-- Whatever..”
“No wait!′ I seize him by the wrist and he jerks his arm from my hold as if my touch were an electric shock..
“For what?” He looks around uncomfortably and I realise he is new to the club.. I’ve never seen him in here before and judging by the look on his face he doesn’t want to be here.. In fact he seems eager not to be seen by anybody..
“You got a girlfriend you don’t want finding you here or something? What’s the big rush?” I slink closer to him, catching a hint of his cinnamon and mint scent.. He smells like Big Red and candy canes..
Fa-la-la-la-fuck me.. This guy is fine!
The big beast shakes his head as his gaze finally flicks down to check me out.. “Nah, no girlfriend.. I just--uh-- I got somewhere I gotta be.. Suppose I could stand to be a little late..”
A hint of a smirk tugs at his plush lips and in a split second I can tell that he is interested..
Of course he is.. I am five foot nothing with dangerously delicious double Ds, creamy caramel skin, and an ass like a juicy sugar plum he should want to take a bite out of..
I’ve been told a thousand times over how gorgeous I am from a thousand different men, and somehow it never satisfies..
Sure, I’m beautiful, blah blah blah.. But there is more to me than what is on the surface and if anybody ever bothered to see that, maybe I wouldn’t be so lonely all the time..
Brushing my silky chocolate curls back over my shoulder to show off my stacked rack, I reach out to run my finger down his hard chest.. “A little late or a whole lot late-- What’s the difference?” I smile as sweet as can be, temping the grumpy giant to see me.. To see the real me.. Maybe he would like what he found if he looked beneath the surface.. Maybe I could show him who I really am.. “Don’t you wanna go somewhere more private, big boy?”
“With you?” He looks me up and down, a thisrty appreciation tinting his crystal-sky gaze as he takes in my tinsel entwined tits.. “I really doubt I could afford a second of your sweet time, Miss--”
“I’m Aspen..” I stick out my hand in offering and when he takes it in his massive mitt, I tug him along with me as I take a step back.. “And I was just about to go on my break, there’s no cost to keeping a girl company.. Don’t you wanna have a drink with me, my treat?”
He glances over to the bar then back at me.. “Alright.. Just one drink-- I really gotta go see a man about a reindeer..”
His surprisingly cute joke provokes a ridiculous snort of laughter to burst from my mouth and the tension in his shoulders seeps away a little to leave behind a more relaxed version of him..
There’s no argument that he’s funny..
Not to mention stupid handsome..
“The deer can wait, Stupid.. I’ve got something much cuter for you to pet..” I chime teasingly, pulling him with me towards the stairs that lead up to the empty private rooms and the rooftop bar..
He resists faintly, hitching a thumb over his shoulder.. “Uhh-- The bar’s that way, Aspen..”
“I know someplace better.. Don’t you trust me?” The challenge in my tone seems to set him off and he smiles sincerely for the first time..
“Do I have a choice?”
Jiminy Cricket!
What a sight.. Snowflakes wouldn’t melt in his mouth for the icy white pearls that gleam back at me..
I wink back.. “No.. Not really..”
The abominable beastman lugs along behind me, following me up to the rooftop which is obviously empty since the snowstorm has blanketed everything in a soft layer of crushed ice..
“Isn’t it pretty up here?” I sigh as a steamy puff of vapour rises from my lips to curl through the cold night air..
“I guess.. Christmas isn’t really my thing..” He shrugs, looking around at the twinkling lights and snowcapped tabletops with a grumpy snarl of contempt..
Leaning down I scoop up a snowball, my fingers turning blue as I compact it tight to throw it at his chest.. “Oh, you’re a mean one, Mr Grinch!”
-PUFF-
It shatters on impact, disappating into frosty fluff as it rains down over his boots.. With an irritated expression he looks down at me as I laugh, scooping up another snowball and threatening to unleash it on him, trying to fake him out to get a reaction..
He shakes his head, with an unamused hum.. “And you’re kind of cocky, huh, Aspen?”
I nod, flinging the snowball in his direction and clipping him in the shoulder..
-PUFF-
“I am..” I agree, knowing well enough that I am not lacking in the confidence department.. Maybe in others, but certainly not that one.. “And you’re kinda shy..”
“Shy?” He shrugs again, leaning down to collect a snowball of his own before he stalks forward.. “Nah, not really..”
“Oh.. So I don’t make you nervous?” I dance to the side, twirling around and playing a game of chasey as I skip about to make myself a moving target..
He narrows his sharp, baby blues on me.. “Nervous? No.. It’s just-- It’s been a while since I’ve been around beautiful women.. I think I forgot my manners..” He steps up to lift his snowball over my head and crumbles it above me so that frozen flakes rain down to land in my hair..
With a giggle I shake out my glossy cocoa locks.. “Oooh, so you think I’m beautiful do you?”
“Nah, don’t fucking do that, Angel.. We both know you don’t need me to tell you that you’re a drop dead stunner..” He cracks a grin, scolding me for my fishing..
“No.. But I still like to hear it..” I bat my lashes back at him, picking chunks of snow from my hair.. “All women wanna be told their beautiful, Mr Grinch..”
“Seriously?” He grunts, arching a black brow at me..
“Oh, you’re no fun!” I smirk.. “What should I call you then?”
If he really is Zoey’s brother then I know that he is one of the Delacroix boys, but I still want to know what I should call him, or rather I want to know what name to scream when he takes me on a sleigh ride..
To hell with the nice list, this man makes me want to be naughty..
“My name is Dasher Delacroix..” He shrugs out of his grey winter coat and stides closer to wrap it around my naked shoulders.. “But you can just call me, Dash..”
“Dash? Mmh, that’s real cute..” His nose wrinkles in irritation as I smile over my shoulder.. Obviously the unjolly giant has never been called cute before..
Giving him a glorious view of my ass, I hop up onto one of the snowy stools on my knees to reach across the bar to select a bottle of peppermint schnapps and two frosty glasses.. Then I pour out a couple of doubles and hand him a drink.. Sipping mine slowly, I watch as he throws his back in one swift shot and screws up his face in disgust at my choice of beverage.. “Blah! Fucking peppermint?! You’re sick!”
I grin and refill his glass.. “It tastes like Christmas in a cup! My favourite!”
“Of course it is, look at you.. You’re like one of Santa’s sexy little elves..” He mutters beneath his breath as he gestures to my red lace and silver tinsel outfit.. While I’m sure he thinks his slight is an insult, all I hear is a compliment.. “So ‘Aspen’-- Is that really your name, or is that just what you tell idiots like me?”
“If I told you my real name, Dash, I’d have to kill you..” I lower my pitch to a throaty threat, teasing him with a mischievous smile..
“Very funny..” He bites back with a cool snark..
I prop a hand on my hip, forcing the information from him since he refuses to volunteer it.. “So, you’re really Zoey’s brother? I’ve heard about you boys but I’ve never seen you at The Factory before.. Which one are you, the MMA fighter or the Pro Surfer?”
He sighs, an expression of irritation darkening his gorgeous features as he shakes his head and tucks his hands into his pockets.. “Neither.. I’m the one she doesn’t talk about..”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
He turns an uncomfortable shoulder on me and rubs the back of his neck.. “Probably cus I just got done serving a nickel for armed robbery..”
“No way!” I blink at him as he brushes the snow from one of the stools and sits.. My pulse quickens with excitement as I look him over in a new light.. Not only is he big.. He’s bad too.. Suddenly my imagination runs wild with vivid fantasies.. There’s no bigger turn on to me than a bad boy doing criminal things.. Danger and disobedience are like a drug to me and now I’ve never been so horny in my life.. “Ooh! Who did you rob?!”
He narrows his suspicious blue stare on me at my delighted tone.. “You know the old credit union bank in Lillyvale Heights?”
Dash glances down at his boots to avoid my eye as he recalls his crimes.. “That’s what you’re gonna make me late for, I’m supposed to check in with my P.O..”
My mouth falls open, I remember reading about the Lilyvale heist in the papers and seeing it on the news a few years ago.. “That was you?! Oh my god! Dash! You naughty boy! How did you do it? Did you use a gun? Ooh, did you get shot?!” Questions gush from me, uncontrollable and fast, but he shakes his head in disbelief and my eager interest..
“You’re a little much, Aspen, you know that?” He laughs, reaching across to snake my drink from the bar and helping himself to a mouthful.. “Haven’t you heard the saying about the curious kitten--”
“Oh Dashy, I’m just enough..” I take a step closer to him, pushing my hips in between his knees as I wrap my hand around the glass to take it back.. “And I’m only curious when the subject intrigues me..”
“Am I the subject in this scenario?” He growls at me, dark and broody, reaching out a finger to flick at the silver tinsel that is wound around my bra strap
“What can I say--” I shrug casually as my hands smooth over his enormous shoulders, kneading at the mighty muscle beneath his tight black t-shirt.. “I’m a sucker for a bad boy, always have been..”
“Oh Yeah? I can see that, Angel..” He smirks, a sly kind of smile that elicits a devilish giggle from me in return.. “I wouldn’t mind finding out what else you’re a sucker for..”
“Oh really.. Is that all you want?” I glance down to his belt buckle with the lick of my lips.. There’s no way I’m passing up the opportunity to find out if his cock is as proportionally enormous as I expect.. “Or maybe you wanna play a game of hide the candy cane?”
“What I really want, Aspen--” His hand winds around to the small of my bare back to pull me closer.. His warm and calloused skin smooths against mine, sneaking beneath the jacket he’d lent me.. “Is to bend you over this bar and show you just how bad I can be..”
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