Here it is folks, after many, many hours it’s finally here, a sneak peek of Chapter One of, Of Dolls and Men, book one in my Pretty Penny Series.
Please note that this is still very much a work in progress and things will likely change upon the books publication. This is a sneak preview and any and all feedback is greatly apreciated.
Of Dolls and Men
“Oh my god, do you know what this is?”
The hole in the side of the shipping crate was thin, but it was evidently wide enough to see through. Christian could make out a curious, glitter-coated eye staring at him from the outside and tried, yet again, to scream for help. He couldn’t, of course. He wished for the thousandth time that he’d never sent that damn email and cursed himself doubly for signing it with his real name.
“What, I wanna see!” Came another excited female voice.
Day Twenty-five of my #30DayChallenge & it’s an uphill battle to get rid of that monkey. Self-discipline has never really come naturally to me, it’s a learned behaviour, & on days that I feel like crap, it tends to slip. One step at a time. I’ll get there.
Max explores and dominates his new friend, then decides to find out what has actually happened to Jessie to make him believe he is under Max’s control. This story is alternately known Dominating Jessie on Literotica.
Warnings for chapter: M/M, D/S, MAGICAL CONTROL, sexual content, dub con.
Find Part One Here – Advised to read first for context if you haven’t already.
Jessie was gasping. His mind was caught in a nowhere land between utter terror and complete and unending bliss. On the one hand he was naked and spread eagled, unable to move; and on the other, the man of his darkest and most depraved fantasies was currently sucking on his cock so expertly that he might, if he’d been able to, have started to cry with pleasure.
It had been two long hours since Jessie had obediently climbed onto Max’s balcony and passed through his open doors. He’d given up trying to fight. He was at Max’s mercy and he’d learned to his cost that the man had very little of that.
He closed his eyes and let the soft moan escape his lips. He couldn’t hide it. He could hold nothing back from his classmate and he hated it. He also, to his utter shame and horror, loved it.
This is a work of adult fiction that contains mind control and as such, dubious consent lies within. Also lesbian sex. If either of these ideas may displease you, feel free to find another story that you’d prefer. If not, I hope you enjoy. Feedback brightens my day.
I’m on the train back home, from yet another pointless ‘networking’ gig for work. I’ve never been to one that anyone actually seemed to enjoy, but this was the worst yet.
There’s only so much you can do when it comes to advertising piping in any case but how my boss thought that I could possibly cross-promote it with top shelf ‘homemade’ cat food is beyond me. Now a top notch cat feeder, sure…but the fucking food? He must’ve been smoking the good stuff to think that was remotely possible.
Though, now I come to think about it, it was more likely a punishment for turning him down, yet again.
Today is day Ten and I’m BUSY. I don’t quite know what happened but I woke up today, looked around and realised I had a mere 50 billion things to do. So naturally, I sat down at my computer and procrastinated the morning away. I even caught up on my note book that I had been neglecting.
Eventually I found the courage to face my tasks. I have been to the shop, done my daily walk and now here, my words for Day Ten! Hope you all enjoy. Happy Monday!
You can find Day One of my challenge here. Also, further details about the 100 day challenge can be found here.
Apologies for the delay on this chapter. A number of people have asked that I make my chapters a bit longer, so I hope this is more to your liking. It’s a big one. As per previous chapters the same warnings apply, dark content and dubious consent lie within. I will also add that this chapter contains MMF scenes, so bear that in mind as well.
As always feedback and comments brighten my day, and I hope you all enjoy.
This picks up where the short chapter from the New Year left off
Half an hour after he got off the train Dean was staring out of the window of a taxi, taking in the strange sandstone houses and small winding roads of the UK. He watched the people of Nottingham go about their business, studiously ignoring one another as they did so. The light in this part of the world was strangely blue, and he found himself staring at the oddly grey/black colour pallet that the people here chose to wear. No wonder the English thought the rest of the world was so loud and brash. They walked around as if they were attending a funeral every day.
A car horn honked and he saw a glum-looking man turn his collar up against the drizzle that was starting to fall.
It took two and a half hours for Chris to make what should have been, according to Jim’s calculations, a three and a half hour journey. Jim wondered how many speed cameras the man had triggered and was quietly deciding whether or not he should make the fines ‘disappear,’ when he heard footsteps outside the door and a key being roughly shoved into the lock.
That night Jim went to bed early. He could hear his father stumbling around on the floor below and had no inclination towards testing his patience this evening. Tonight was reserved for bigger things. He opened up his laptop and lay back against the headboard of his bed, a satisfied grin stretching across his face.
He’d solidified his plan as he’d walked home. He’d thought about it long and hard and decided that he was going to see just what had been happening to Mrs. Spritz over the last few weeks for himself. He’d instructed her to install Skype onto her home computer and had received a text in reply asking him how old he thought she was? Apparently she already had Skype. She’d followed it up with one that read she charged £40.00 an hour for private tuition. He’d laughed at that.
When Jessie feels the tugging sensation, yet again, he decides that it’s high time he follow and find out where it’s leading him.
NC17 for later Chapters – M/M, D/s, Magical control.
Jessie felt the pull…again, only an hour after he’d arrived home for the day. It’d been happening with increasing frequency ever since his 18th birthday but this time it was simply too strong to resist. It felt like someone was tugging at him all over, trying to pull him forwards. Concentrating on anything other than walking was almost impossible. Even sitting in class, when the sensation had been almost overwhelming, he’d had to hold onto the desk to stop himself from falling flat on his face. Now was just the last straw. He had to find out what was going on and if it turned out that all of Princes’ talk about witches was real…well, he had a baseball bat and the ability to make chocolate cakes. One of the two should work to get them to take the spell off of him.
He told his Mum he was heading out early tonight and, without having a clue where he was going, gave in to the sensation and began to walk.