New Neighbor
Copyright© 2025 by CW
Chapter 89
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 89 - Jess and Aaron are a couple into BDSM They get a new, inexperienced neighbor and take her into their lifestyle.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Romantic Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Enema Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Tit-Fucking
Emma was breathing in quick, shallow breaths and shaking slightly as she sat down on her couch. She pulled out her cellphone and scrolled to Mike’s number. She thought it “lucky” that she’d gotten the number from him when he’d needed a ride to work one time. If she hadn’t, she’d have no way to call him and wouldn’t see him again until ... Tuesday?
Wednesday? She wasn’t even sure when their next shift together was. And what if he DID call the police before then? Oh, God, what had she done?
She stared at the phone, unable to press “CALL.” The impact of what she’d done had never even crossed her mind until Jess had mentioned it. On reflection, Jess was absolutely right, of course. What she’d done had been horrible of her. She’d gotten caught up in the excitement of everything and with everyone else being so, well so “willing”, so “eager”...
But Mike hadn’t been willing. He’d been tied to a table and demanded she release him. And she hadn’t. And then after he did everything she asked, she still left him. Oh God...
One more big breath and she pushed send. It began to ring. And ring. And ring. He would see her number, of course. What if he didn’t pick u-
“What?” came the terse reply from the other end of the receiver. Clearly he recognized the number...
“Mike?” she asked. Why did she ask that? Of course, it was him.
“Yeah, what do you want?” The (fully justified) anger in his voice was apparent.
“Mike, oh God, thank you for picking up. I didn’t know if you-” Emma was stammering, her nervousness getting the better of her.
“Yeah, I don’t know why I did, but I did. Did you want to taunt me some more maybe?”
“No!” Emma shouted into the phone. She took a breath.
“No,” she repeated more softly. “Nothing like that at all. I’m sorry!” Finally, she got an apology out.
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