Dark Submission — 18 Book Mega Bundle

CHAPTER ONE — STEPHANIE

I've just picked up my spoonful of Rice Krispies when I hear a knock on the door.

I feel a knot in my stomach as I pad towards the heavy oak door.

I look through the peephole and see David, my landlord.

I look down at my basically see-through white short shorts and matching baby tee.

They're my favorite pair of pajamas because I've had them since I was thirteen… but they're also extremely small.

"One sec—"

Before I can finish my sentence, David swings the door open.

I'm surprised. Did I seriously not lock my door?

David stands in my front door, all 6 feet 4 inches of him, and looks down at me, both literally and figuratively.

His eyes flit to my chest, and when I glance down, I notice my nipples poking through my thin cotton tee.

I cross my arms over my chest, but that just makes my shirt ride up, exposing more of my midriff.

I feel a slow burn begin to move through my body, starting at my core, and making its way up to my neck and cheeks.

"Just give me a second and I'll go—"

"No," David says.

His voice is rough and deep, sending shivers up my spine. I look down and realize he's grabbed my wrists. David looks down at the same time I do and immediately lets go. I feel his grip lingering on my skin as he stares into my eyes.

I've never told anyone this, but I've always had a bit of a crush on David.

It seems weird because he's in his forties (or fifties?) and I'm only twenty-two.

He has that whole George Clooney thing going on, though.

I mean, he doesn't really look like George Clooney except for the salt and pepper hair and the fact that they're both hot. But that's good enough for me.

David looks like a Greek statue that was sculpted on a Nebraskan farm.

All muscle and tan skin. He has just the right amount of scruff to look tough without looking homeless.

His blue eyes are piercing and feel like laser beams every time they fall on me.

But what's most attractive about him is the way he carries himself.

He has this sort of confidence that you just don't see with men in their twenties.

And it doesn't hurt that he looks like he could bench press two of me at once.

"I've tried to be patient with you, Stephanie," he says. "But I've reached the end of my rope. You have until next month to move out."

He hands me a piece of paper and I immediately zero in on the words EVICTION NOTICE at the top. I skim the letter and notice another bolded term: late payment of rent.

"Fuck," I mumble under my breath.

"What did you just say, young lady?" he asks.

My cheeks somehow grow even hotter. I thought I was already at maximum embarrassment, but I guess not.

"Nothing," I say quickly.

He frowns in that disapproving way that fathers do, and my face gets even hotter.

"I can get you the rent by next week, I just—"

"Stop," David says. "If you'd taken the time to read the rest of the letter, you'd know this isn't just about rent, Stephanie. I've run out of options with what to do with you. You're going to have to leave."

"Run out of options? But what about second chances, what about—"

"Second chances? You've had more than enough second chances, Stephanie. If it were up to me, you wouldn't have been able to sit down for a week straight after your first missed rent. But kids like you are spoiled these days."

It takes a few seconds for me to process what David just said. Did he just say what I thought he said? And if he did, why am I not outraged?

I try to ignore the funny feeling in my stomach and channel all of my righteous indignation toward David.

"What the fuck? You can't speak to me like that. That's not appropriate," I say, crossing my arms even tighter across my chest.

I can feel my heart beating a million miles a minute. What's going on? Is my heart racing because I'm mad at David or—

"Appropriate? What's not appropriate, young lady, are the filthy words coming out of that dirty little mouth of yours. You better believe if I weren't your landlord, I'd have you bent over with a bar of soap in your mouth right now."

My jaw drops open. What the fuck? Am I hallucinating? Did he really just say that?

I notice a tingling sensation spread across my body, and when I look at David, I notice his face is red and the veins in his neck are bulging.

He's really worked up. A shiver runs up my spine.

I wonder what would happen if I… I shake my head, trying to quiet the thoughts, but they won't go away.

For some reason, I love seeing him like this.

On the verge of losing control. I'm scared, but I also want to push him over the edge.

"Oh, yeah?" I ask, uncrossing my arms. "Too bad you basically just work for me, then. I'm the customer here. You're essentially my bitch."

I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth. They don't make that much sense, but more significantly, they're antagonistic. I look at David. And they're working. He's mad.

He's standing up slightly straighter than before, and he takes a step towards me. I breathe in sharply, suddenly terrified of what I've done. Why did I push him like this?

"I'm your bitch?"

Before I can respond, he grabs me by the waist and whirls me around so that my back is up against his chest. I can feel his erection through his pants, pushing hard against the thin fabric of my white short shorts. I breathe in, and smell tobacco and cinnamon.

One of his hands has mine firmly clasped behind my back while his other hand is around my neck.

"Tell me to let go, and I will," he says.

I breathe in sharp, shallow breaths. I'm petrified, but I don't want him to stop.

"Tell me to stop, Stephanie," he says, his breath hot in my ear, "or I will make good on my promise and bend you over this table right now."

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Last chance."

I breathe in and hold my breath. A second later, he lets go of my neck and grabs a chunk of my hair. He pushes me forwards towards my kitchen table and pushes my chest down. I hear the sound of something clinking and feel the sweat from my neck drip down my back.

He grabs the hem of my short shorts and yanks them up, exposing my ass cheeks.

He smacks one of my cheeks. Hard. And then does the same to the other one.

I feel the pain radiating through my flesh.

He gathers the thin material up by my waist and pulls, effectively lodging my shorts between my ass cheeks.

"Do you think it's appropriate to wear skimpy little shorts that show off your entire ass in front of your landlord, Stephanie?" he asks, bunching up my hair and pulling my head off the table.

"No," I whisper.

"No, sir," he says, releasing my hair and slapping my left ass cheek.

Somehow even harder this time.

"Fuck!"

He spanks my other ass cheek.

"If you keep running that filthy little mouth of yours, I'm going to have to take off my belt and teach you some manners."

Shivers run through my body as I picture David spanking me with his belt.

"You don't want that, do you, sweetheart?"

I shake my head.

"Good girl," he says.

I feel him reach between my thighs, and I instinctively clamp them together. He sharply swats my right inner thigh.

"Open," he says.

I part my legs, and he runs his fingers along the outer contours of my shorts, just grazing the skin beside my vagina. My entire body quivers, and my legs start to buckle.

"Are you wet, Stephanie?" he asks.

"No," I lie.

His fingers slip underneath the edges of my shorts and graze the skin right outside my pussy. He runs one finger extremely lightly across my slit and then removes it. I feel a smart sting between my legs and realize he spanked me down there.

I'm humiliated, mortified, and turned on.

"I don't like it when you lie to me, Stephanie," he says. "Now let's try this again. Are you wet?"

Oh my god. For some reason, this is the hardest part: answering his questions. Admitting to him, and to myself, that I like this.

"Yes," I whisper.

"Good girl," he says.

"Now, I want you to reach between your legs and rub your sweet little cunt for me, Stephanie. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

I reach between my legs and push my shorts to the side. They're drenched to an almost embarrassing amount.

"What turned you on the most, Stephanie?" David asks. "Getting punished, being told what to do, or admitting how much you liked it?"

"I don't know," I stammer.

"You can't come until you answer me, Stephanie," David says. "And I know you want to come, don't you?"

He slips a finger into my cunt and begins to pump it in and out. He presses his thumb over my finger and increases the pressure on my clit. A sharp surge of pleasure rushes through me and my knees almost buckle.

"And while you think about your answer, Stephanie, do you want to know what I'm going to do?"

"What?"

"I'm going to spread your tight little cunt and pump you full of cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I'm too embarrassed to agree, so I shake my head.

"You're lying, Stephanie. You're so wet your juices are dripping down your legs."

David traces my inner thighs, and I realize with horror he's right.

"You can't wait to get filled up and punished with my big cock, can you, Stephanie?"

I bite my lower lip. I'm so turned on, but I still can't bring myself to admit it.

"Cat got your tongue today? Maybe we'd be better off filling your mouth up instead."

I feel firm hands on my waist as David pulls me to my feet. He spins me around and then pushes me to the floor. I sink to my knees and watch him unzip his pants.

"Open up, sweetheart," he says.

I open my mouth and he roughly shoves his cock inside. I can tell it's big. Long and extremely thick. I start gagging almost immediately, and he cups my chin in one hand.

"Next time you think of cussing, I want you to think of this. Remember the feeling of my big cock down your throat."

He thrusts deeper, and I feel my eyes starting to tear up.

"That's it, Stephanie. Be a good little slut and take all of my cock."

My cheeks flush with humiliation. How the hell did I end up in this position?

He thrusts into me once more, and then picks me up by my waist. He places me on the table with my feet dangling over the edge.

"Now, are you ready to learn your real lesson?" he asks, a glint in his eye.

A shiver runs up my spine. This is it. It's finally happening.