The Naughty List Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Kink, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
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“Maybe next time,” I tell him.

“Yeah, maybe,” he says.

He helps me to stand, makes sure I’m steady, then picks up my panties and ripped tights and my handbag and hands them to me.

He leads the way with the flashlight and we’re soon at the front door.

Ah fuck. I realise I don’t have my heels.

“Oh bollocks,” I say as he unlocks the door.

He looks at me through his ski mask.

“What?”

I point down at my bare feet.

“Shit,” he says. “Let’s get you in the van then I’ll go look for them.”

He helps me into the van, turns the ignition on and sets the heater going before he goes back to the house and, as if by magic, all of the lights in the place suddenly switch on. It’s a rough old building, which has clearly seen a lot better days, but there is no doubt that it was once a thriving family home.

A home like Josh and I will want one day… maybe with six kids and two dogs running around with us. I’m still imagining my future when the lights go off and the brute in the ski mask comes back out to join me, with my heels in his hand.

“Thanks,” I say, and take them from him.

He hands me a bottle of water and I thank him, glugging half of it down in one. A nice touch on his part.

“You really do like this shit, don’t you?” he says as we set off.

“I love my job,” I tell him, “there’s nothing better than a satisfied client.”

“Believe me,” he says, glancing at me through his ski mask, “I couldn’t be more satisfied. You’re one incredible girl.”

“Thanks. I aim to please.”

“I’ll be booking you again soon enough,” he says, “maybe a three-day proposal, where I leave you tied to that bed, to be taken at my whim.”

“Wow,” I say, “three whole days…” and my mind trails into the gutter. I nearly tell him that I’d like that until I think of Josh, pacing a hole in the carpet for three days.

“I’ll give it some thought,” he says and I can feel his mind whirling as he drives.

I drink the rest of my water, thinking of my gorgeous man waiting for me.

We’re a few minutes early when we arrive back at the chase park. My cab isn’t there when we pull up.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to hang around,” I tell him, but my abductor takes hold of my arm.

“Wait in here with me until your ride turns up. It’s not safe around here.” He smirks through the mask. “Wouldn’t want you getting grabbed by any sickos or anything.”

I laugh at that, and we share a moment, me and him – the fantasy well and truly over, but the memories of it are still thrumming in the air.

I like User 706. I especially liked his filthy farmer boot working my pussy. A new one for me, and a hot one. I’m imagining Josh, naked except for some great big muddy boots, when the cab pulls up.

“Thanks again, Holly,” my abductor says, “you really aced it. Give you ten stars if I could.”

“You’re the star,” I tell him, “thanks for a great time.”

“See you again, slut,” he says.

I giggle. “Sure hope so.”

My client waits until I reach the cab before he drives off, and I watch until his van turns the corner. He’s definitely a nice guy underneath the roleplay. I wonder if I’ll ever see him without a mask on. I wonder if I’ll ever know his name.

That’s his business though – not mine. A mantra I’m becoming used to.

“Belgravia, please,” I tell the cab driver, and he almost does a double take when he sees the sight of me. My crop top is a wreck, I have a handful of tights and panties balled up in my fist, and my legs are scratched to holy hell.

“You’re going back to Belgravia?”

“Yep,” I say. “Belgravia. The east tower.”

He looks at me like I’m as crazy as User 706 did. More fool them.

I relax in the back seat, not ashamed or abashed by the fact I just got abducted for money. I couldn’t give a shit if the taxi driver knows about it or not, and if he does, he can get fucked. Just like Richard Jacobs.

Holly, Ella. The separation is growing thinner. I’m both of them, the black and white becoming a very hardcore shade of grey. Ha. Ironic.

I send Josh a D&S message as soon as the cab sets off, and he replies with a heart emoji and a can’t wait for you to get home xx.

I wonder if he really has been up all night. I expect so.

Just as well I’ve saved up at least one final orgasm…

I can’t wait to share it with him… along with the full gory details. I’ve got a dirty smeared pussy to show off, after all.


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