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by Rod Harden, Alison McKenna
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Alexa Korman is an attractive young woman who has a lot of friends. And one significant enemy. Actually, Renee Perry started out as a friend, but somewhere along the way, she became jealous of Alexa, so jealous that now it consumes her every waking moment. With her own band of allies, Renee is determined to make Alexa "pay" for being so popular. Unsuspecting, Alexa soon finds herself abducted from her own home by unknown assailants. She's spirited away, tightly bound and gagged, and spanked like a naughty child. But after releasing Alexa, Renee discovers that her jealousy burns just as hotly as before. She won't be satisfied until she can make Alexa disappear permanently. Will her final plan come to fruition? Or will Alexa be rescued somehow, even when everyone seems to be turned against her?
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2009
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [169 KB]
Reading time: 101-142 min.
Alexa Korman yawned loudly despite the glass of Mountain Dew sitting on the desk next to her. She was sitting at her computer trying to put the ideas floating around in her head into story form. Nothing she had tried worked. She just couldn't seem to find the words her thoughts wanted to say.
She sighed and glanced at her cat, Michael Jackson. He had belonged to her boyfriend, Kris, who had named the cat after the singer as a joke. Kris had moved into an apartment that didn't allow pets, so the cat became Alexa's, as she had grown fond of the animal and didn't want him to go to the humane society. He lay now on the shelf above the computer monitor between the speakers.
"I give up, MJ," said Alexa.
The cat yawned in response and began washing his paws.
She chuckled. "Glad to see you care." She picked up the scrunchie next to her mouse pad and deftly wound her midnight black hair up in a bun. Just then the computer chimed. She jumped at the sound and looked back at the screen. A window had popped up from her instant messenger. It was from her friend, Scott Perkins. He lived out in Colorado.
"Lex, you're not going to believe what Psycho Bitch told me. Please be online or I'll try your cell," he had typed.
She laughed to herself and clicked on the response area. "No. Probably not," she typed. "And hi, btw."
A smiley face appeared with its tongue sticking out. "Yeah, yeah. Hi. She's moved!"
Alexa punched in the keys that would produce a dancing smiley. After that she typed, "Good. Hopefully to Siberia or Tibet," and sent the message.
As she waited for his reply, she thought about the woman they'd nicknamed Psycho Bitch. Her real name was Renee Perry. Or at least that's what she'd told them. Scott had met her online in a chat room and they'd struck up a conversation about their mutual interest in BDSM. Alexa "met" her a week later after Scott had invited her and Renee to a conference chat. Renee claimed to be a college student researching online relationships for a paper that explored the chemistry between two people who had never met in real life. She had said Scott and Alexa fit her needs perfectly and began asking a whole bunch of questions.
At first the questions were innocent, like how did they meet and such. Pretty soon the three of them were fast friends. Alexa even introduced her to another online friend of hers, James. For a while they seemed to be one happy little online community. Then the prying questions came, along with the accusations. Renee began acting as if Alexa was monopolizing all the guys' time, and leaving her in the dark. Alexa denied it and tried to include Renee whenever she was online but it was to no avail. If anything, Renee's jealousy and paranoia increased.
Alexa finally got tired of her antics and just ignored her. However, she was kept informed by Scott and James of her shenanigans. Most of the time it was just Renee ranting about Alexa. Scott got a little worried one time when Renee threatened to move to Rockford and hurt Alexa by stealing her boyfriend. Then she began darkly hinting that she'd actually get physical with Alexa as well. That had been a few months ago.
"No," came Scott's reply to her last quip. "She actually did it. She moved to Rockford."
Alexa stared at the screen in shock. Psycho Bitch was here? In Alexa's own town? Her heart began to pound and she looked around nervously as if Renee would suddenly leap out of the closet or a darkened corner. She reached up and turned on the lamp next to MJ.
'Lex?' prompted Scott after a moment of non-responsiveness.
'You just found this out tonight?' Alexa typed.
'Yes. And she's been there a couple of weeks.'
Suddenly her phone blared out Disturb's 'Land of Confusion' ringtone and she jumped. MJ, also startled by the phone, hopped down and made a beeline out of the room. She snatched up the phone and flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Lex. It's me."
She sighed in relief and settled back in her chair. "Hey, Scott."
"Are you okay? I'm worried as hell about you."
"I'm okay. I freaked out for a minute, but if she comes near me I'll knock her on her ass," she assured him. "Trust me. I know how."
"Damn," he said. "I wish I lived closer."
"Then move here," she teased him. "Really, Scott. I'm fine. If she tries anything I'll call the cops after I kick her ass around the block a few times."
He laughed. "Okay. But I want you to check in with me on a daily basis."
"I will, but I have to get going. Kris is picking me up soon. We have a dart tournament tonight."
"Okay. I'll let you go then. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"You bet. Bye," she said and hung up, then typed 'Bye' on the window of the messenger and logged off. She shut down the computer and stood up. Alexa took the scrunchie out of her hair as she walked to the bathroom. She ran a brush through her hair and freshened up her make-up, adding some eye shadow to accentuate her blue-green eyes. Satisfied, she hurried to the bedroom as the doorbell rang. She quickly changed into a pair of blue jeans that hugged her long legs and a blue tank top. Then she grabbed her leather jacket and ran down the steps to the front door.
Flinging the door open, she smiled. "Hi, Kris."
He turned and smiled at her. He was wearing blue jeans and a black tank top which showed off his broad shoulders and tattooed biceps. Jeans and tanks were their dart team's unofficial uniform. Kris was six foot six inches tall with brown hair and blue eyes. Alexa and Kris had met several years before but just started dating seriously a year ago. Their one year anniversary was coming up next week and Alexa had a feeling he was going to propose. He had been acting secretive the last few weeks, bringing her little gifts.
"Hey, Alex. Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yep," she confirmed and stepped outside. She closed and locked the door. Together they walked to his Harley Davidson Softail Fat Boy. He got on and steadied the bike for her. She climbed onto the seat behind him and slipped her arms around him.
The bike roared to life and they set out for the bar where they'd be playing. She loved riding the bike with him. She felt so free. Unfortunately the bar was only a few blocks from her house so the feeling was short lived. He parked near the entrance where other bikes were standing.
She slid off the bike and combed her fingers through her hair while she waited for him. "Are you okay?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeah. Why do you ask?"
"You're kinda on the quiet side tonight."
Kris shrugged and smiled then reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Sorry, hon. I'm a man of few words."
She kissed him. "Only until you get a few jack and cokes in you."
"True. Very true," he agreed. He took her hand and they walked into the bar. The four other people on their team immediately greeted them with hoots and hollers. Kris handed her a twenty dollar bill. "Wanna get our drinks?"
"Sure," she said and took the money. She walked up to the bar while he walked over to their teammates. She waved at Brandon, the bartender who nodded and began fixing a jack and coke for Kris. While she waited, she glanced over at Kris. He was talking to some blonde girl and it looked like it was a very heated conversation.
"Here you go, Alex," Brandon said. He set down Kris's drink and her bottle of Bud Light. "Going to kick some ass tonight?"
"I hope so," she said and handed him the money. "Unlike last week when they mopped the floor with us."
He nodded. "That was bad. Let me know if you need to borrow the mop."
Alexa laughed. "Will do."
He left to get her change and she looked back at Kris. The blonde girl was gone and Kris was looking uncomfortable. She turned to get the change from Brandon and slid it in her pocket. "Good luck," he said and went to serve another customer.
"Thanks," she said and picked up the bottle and glass. She turned to head over by Kris and immediately bumped into someone. Some of the drink splashed out onto the person she collided with. "Sorry," she apologized.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?"
"I said I was sorry," Alexa said. "I didn't know you were behind me." She looked up and saw the girl Kris had been talking to a few minutes earlier.
The girl looked her up and down then made a disgusted face. "You're lucky. I don't feel like getting my hands dirty." Then she stuck her nose in the air and stomped off in the direction of the bathroom.
Alexa watched her go and shook her head. "Some people's children," she muttered and continued on her way over to Kris. She set the drinks on the table he was sitting at.
He looked at his glass and smirked. "Did you get thirsty on your way?"
"Nope. I accidentally gave your friend a taste," she replied and took a swig of her beer.
His expression darkened. "Who?"
She shrugged. "That blonde you were talking to before. Who is she?"
He hesitated, and looked relieved when their team captain called out that the games were about to begin. He turned away from her and focused his attention on Jason Hughes as he started his routine pep speech.
She shook her head and sighed. Refusal to answer, she thought, is answer enough. She smiled as she half-listened to Jason, but her mind was elsewhere. From the interaction she'd witnessed earlier between Kris and the blonde, she was sure he knew her. If he didn't want to talk, that was fine with her. She was busily thinking of ways to get him to talk. Men, she thought, were so damn predictable.
* * * *
Alexa rolled over and looked at Kris in the pale moonlight. He snored softly, having quickly fallen asleep after their ten-second session. She smiled to herself. "Payback's a bitch, honey," she whispered to her sleeping boyfriend. She slipped out of the bed and opened her closet as quietly as she could. She reached in and withdrew the duffel bag that was hidden behind the heaps of shoes she'd strategically placed. She set the bag on the floor and opened it. If the lights had been on she would've been able to see what she knew was already stashed in the bag. White cotton ropes and rolls of duct tape in many colors. If she dug deeper into the bag she'd find the leather cuffs, blindfold and padded gags. The latter items sent to her by her online 'master' at the time, James.
Suddenly she winced as a pain shot through her from her abdomen. She sighed. It wasn't really a pain, just more of a reminder that her body wasn't used to the alcohol she'd consumed earlier. Her team had won so Brandon had bought the team a round of shots. She usually stayed away from shots and stuck to her three beer maximum but the win had put them in the quarter-finals so she allowed herself to celebrate with the rest of the team. She had four beers and the celebration shot. Unfortunately her bladder didn't agree.
She hurried to the bathroom. "Damn beers," she muttered as she relieved herself. As she washed her hands, she surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled and used the excess water from her hands to smooth down her hair. She winked at her reflection and turned off the light. In the darkness she made her way back to the bedroom.
"Hey, Kris," she sang softly and leaned down to pick out a coil of rope from the duffel bag. Her hand hit the floor. She stood, confused. The bag wasn't where she had put it when she left the room.
"Hey, baby," Kris's voice greeted her from behind.
Alexa gasped as she was suddenly shoved forward and landed face down on the bed. "Hey!" she exclaimed in surprise and started to push herself up.
He grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her, quickly wrapped rope around her wrists and tied it off. "Really, baby. You should know by now that I'm more than a minute man," he chastised but she could hear the amusement in his voice.
She rolled over as the bedside lamp flicked on, bathing the room in a soft glow. She looked up to see him gazing down at her lustfully. She smirked at him. "What? You mean you're going to go for two?"
He reached over and pulled her up to her knees against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hours, maybe," he breathed out. "Do you know how unbelievably sexy you look right now?"
Alexa groaned as she felt his hand run down her backside and around to her crotch. She squealed in pleasure as his fingers plunged into her folds and rubbed her slowly, enticingly. "Kris," she moaned. She couldn't even remember the question he just asked her. It never ceased to amaze her how one simple gesture could turn her thoughts to mush and her body into jello. She was thankful he was holding her up.
He leaned forward and granted her a scorching kiss that she eagerly responded to. He broke away first and kissed a trail from her mouth to her ear. He nibbled on her ear for a few moments before moving down her neck.
She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying his ministrations. She tugged on the rope around her wrists, reveling in the delicious feeling of being helpless. She thanked her lucky stars she had found someone who enjoyed kink as much as she did. Suddenly she gasped as his warm mouth converged on her nipple, licking and nibbling gently.
She whined in protest as he pulled away from her. He picked her up and laid her down in the middle of the bed. She maneuvered her arms into the most comfortable position she could find while she watched him.
He plucked two more coils of rope out of the duffel back which she noted was now at the foot of the bed. He wrapped one rope around her ankle several times, making sure it was snug but wouldn't cut off her circulation, then anchored it to the wrought iron bedpost. He moved over and did the same to her other ankle, spreading her legs.
Alexa tested the new bindings and shivered in anticipation. Kris sat on the bed next to her and rolled her over so he could untie the rope around her wrists. After she was free, she sat up and threw her arms around him. She sought out his mouth and kissed him deeply.
He returned her kiss. "Alex," he whispered. "You know what comes next."
She nodded and offered her wrists to him. He retrieved two more pieces of rope from the bag and wrapped one around each wrist. She lay back on the bed and raised her arms up toward the opposite corners of the headboard. After he fastened them down, he stepped back and looked at her. She stared up at him, her heart beating wildly. Her nipples hardened almost painfully and her loins ached with fierce desire.
After what seemed like an eternity he finally joined her on the bed. He ravished her body with kisses. Everywhere his lips touched her burned with an insatiable fire of wanton lust. Suddenly she realized he was between her splayed thighs. "Yes," she groaned, arching her body up as much as she could to greet and welcome him.
He grinned devilishly at her. "Aren't you the noisy one tonight," he said. He hopped off the bed and went over to her dresser, leaving her whimpering in frustration. He pulled the drawer open and scooped up a couple pair of panties. On the way back to the bed he bent down and retrieved a roll of tape from the duffel bag. "Can't have you disturbing the neighbors."
She suddenly realized what he was going to do. The panties. The tape. She grimaced as she saw he had chosen the clear tape which was surprisingly very sticky and made an effective gag. "Kris," she said. "I-I'll be quieter."
His smile widened. "Oh, Alex. You know and I know how loud we both get."
"So then you'll gag yourself, too?"
He laughed and nodded. "Never thought of that. Good idea," he replied and sat down on the bed. "Now open wide."
Alexa thought about making it harder for him but it wouldn't be very effective. He wasn't the one tied spread eagle to the bed. He would easily be able to get the gag on her. Besides, she liked being gagged. And if he was going to do the same to himself, she couldn't wait to see that. She nodded and opened her mouth.
He stuffed the panties into her mouth, stretching her mouth wide but not so much that it would become too terribly uncomfortable. He tore off a length of tape and placed it over the panties and smoothed the ends down over her cheeks. He added two more strips above and below the first. The next one went under her chin, forcing her jaw to clamp down slightly on the packing. The final two pieces went over her mouth in an X fashion.
He sat back and ran his fingers over the tape while he stroked himself. "If only you could stay this way forever," he murmured.
"Mmmm," she hummed in agreement. She pointed her finger at him and shook it a few times.
He chuckled and shook his head. "Alexa, my bondage bitch," he cooed. "If I gag myself how am I going to eat at the Y?"
Before she could utter a hum in response he was between her legs, his face buried in her pussy. As if she wasn't already wet before, now she felt herself literally seep out. She bucked and writhed against the cords, lost in the urgent pleasure his tongue propelled her to.
Then as quickly as he had started he jumped off the bed and began to dress. It took her a minute to come down from her sexual high enough to comprehend what he was doing.
"Mmmm?" she asked.
"Sorry, babe, but this is something I've wanted to do for a while. Jason and I have something to discuss. Be back at bar time," he promised and left.
She heard the door open and close downstairs and a second later his bike roared to life. A few moments later the sound of the motor dwindled as he drove away. She stared at the ceiling in complete shock at the abruptness of his departure. She was having a hard time believing that he had actually left her like this--especially to go back to the bar and hang with their friends. He was in trouble. Big trouble. Double paybacks were even a bigger bitch. That's when she realized she never got the answer she was going to squeeze out of him. She never found out who the snotty blonde was at the bar.