The Naughty List Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, M-M Romance, 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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Gravel and broken glass on the floor. Nasty combination.

My imagination starts up in earnest…

I just hope he doesn’t shove me down in it. I hope my knees aren’t shredding and bleeding, with his cock in my throat before he’s so much as dragged me along to his van.

I let my mind spin with every step, trying to build up the adrenaline in my veins. I want this to be the best scene User 706 has ever had. I want to be as petrified as I can be when he comes for me.

I’m still walking along when I get a flash of familiarity at the sight of one of the streetlamps up ahead. I know this one, next to an overhanging tree. This is the one he grabbed me under last time. This is where User 706 clamped his gloved hand over my mouth and told me I was a slut who was clearly asking for a fucking.

My pussy betrays me. Wanting it. But the fear defends me, and I pick up my pace, striding faster as I wait for him to strike.

But fuck, how User 706 makes me wait for it.

I hesitate when I reach the lamppost, my heart racing, legs trembling, braced for him to leap out of nowhere. I take my phone from my bag, pretending to check a message,

But no. Nothing. Just the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

I set off walking again, fear spiking, heart going way too fast, expecting him to leap from every bush I pass.

I must have walked at least a quarter of a mile in the darkness, getting colder until my teeth are chattering, even though my heart is still racing. The gravel peters off and turns to mud, and the brambles get rife, spearing me from the sidelines. The grotty buildings of the estate disappear into the distance, and it’s like I’m in the middle of nowhere. No more token benches or dog turd bins to be seen. No streetlamps. Nothing… until a tall metal fence appears up ahead. I go to pull my phone out, thinking maybe I’ve gone the wrong way, but how can I have taken the wrong route? It’s been a straight line, with nowhere to turn off. So, no. I leave my phone alone. I ponder as I look at the scene before me, crossing my arms to keep myself warm.

There is something ominous about the glow from beyond the metal fence. I step up to it slowly. Quietly. There’s a faded security light on the corner of a building, and it’s glowing dim orange.

This isn’t a mistake. I can feel it. User 706 wants me here.

I look closer at the metal fence. Sure enough there’s a gap. It looks like it’s been cut with cutters. I move up close and peek inside, and there’s a solitary van in the car park – white and grubby. His van. I remember it on sight, so what the fuck do I do? Walk right on up to it?

The confusion has me heady. I’m teetering, unsure, still to make a decision, when a hand clamps over my mouth from behind and the shock knocks the wind out of me. He slams me right up against the railings, and my bag goes flying to the ground.

His breath is hot, up against my ear.

“Really are a desperate little bitch, aren’t you? You were going to walk right on up to the snare, so needy you’d offer your cunt on a fucking platter. I’ve been following you through the whole fucking park, hoping you’ll run into a piece of dick to take you. After all, you wouldn’t be dressed like this if you weren’t after cock. Not in this shit hole.”

He still has his hand clamped over my mouth when he yanks me back from the fence. I try to slap his other hand away from me, but it’s pointless, he’s way too strong and his fingers are on a mission. They hitch my skirt up and squirm a wormy path across my slit through my thong and tights, and I hate how I moan for him as he does it. He grips and tears, and his fingers are right against me. He forces two inside my pussy without pause, finger-fucking me as he talks.

“See my van over there?” he says, and I nod against his gloved hand, trying my hardest not to grind against his horny fingers. “I’m going to tie you the fuck up, and take you where I want, and you’re going to be my fuck doll. A toy to play with whenever I want you. I just hope you’re not afraid of ghosts.” His laugh is so cold. “And scream all you fucking want but it’s pointless out here,” he says. “Now, give me your hands so I can get you bound up and ready for the ride. You’re such an easy capture, you know? Pathetic, really. I hoped you’d try harder.”


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