Oliver stared blearily at his smartwatch, where an offensively bright 3:22am glared back at him. He let his head fall back against the pillow, unsure what had awoken him so suddenly. He reached over to Ben’s side of the bed, bringing to his conscious mind what he already sort of knew– his boyfriend wasn’t there. … Continue reading Midnight Release
Roland looked at his watch, then the clock on his instrument panel. They were identical to the second, but he always found himself checking both when they were running behind. Of course it happened— weather delays and safety checks were part of the business. At least on Roland’s crew, there were rarely preventable delays. Which … Continue reading Assigned Seating
Dylan paced back and forth along the path that ran behind the large cabin where his pack had gathered. They always gathered here on the full moon, far away from their homes and office jobs and all the mundane bits of their lives. Here, they did not have to resist the call of their inner … Continue reading Werewolves Among Us
Roland stepped into the cockpit, ignoring the noise of surprise from the young woman in what was usually his chair. He cast a somewhat curious look at the seat across from her, where his copilot sat staring up at him. "Justin," Roland said plainly by way of greeting. "Sir," Justin said politely, nodding back, and … Continue reading Not Very Professional
Silas’s ship was sunk, but he didn’t know it yet. John had to summon all of his patience as the kid sat there and yes sir’d him, knowing the pop star had every intention of disobeying the rules he was pretending to agree to. He wasn’t even being clever about it; he’d practically charged a … Continue reading No Parties
Oliver knew better than to lie to Danny. And he hadn't meant to, not really. He was always intending to turn the lie into the truth, but time had just slipped away from him. As he stood in the corner, waiting for Danny to call him over for a spanking, he thought back to the … Continue reading Just Call the Accountant
She can talk me into anything. And I didn't feel regret until right this moment, standing in the kitchen in the early morning light, looking at the expression on my dad's face and knowing it's only a matter of minutes before he starts undoing his belt. "Dad," I say, taking a step forward, trying to … Continue reading Worth It?
“Wolf! A real wolf! You have to help!” The old shepherd looked at the boy, frowning as he rose from the stump that was his post. He was too old to be watching the flock, though his mind was still sharp and his muscles strong enough. It was a matter of respect. He had earned … Continue reading The Boy Who Cried Wolf
John crossed his arms and looked down at the two children sitting on the over-stuffed white couch in their over-priced hotel suite. No, not children. He had to remind himself of this. If they were children, perhaps he could understand some of their more devious impulses and rash decisions. And perhaps they would act their … Continue reading Pop Royalty
She touches my bruises lightly as I lie belly-down on her bed, pajamas and underwear pulled halfway down my thighs. My head is propped up on my hand, watching her. She’s being tender, but even the soft pads of her fingers hurt. I don’t show it on my face. “The belt? Just for being on … Continue reading Worth It?