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Zeke's Demons is Book Eight in the Fantasies A-Z Series
Revealing his demons could kill everything they’ve become or give him everything he’s been searching for.
Demons. They don’t just reside in nightmares or movies. A figment of someone’s imagination and nothing more when the lights chase the shadows away.
For Zeke, they’ve lived inside him for as long as he could remember. Dark desires which threatened to tear him apart when he was younger, when he didn’t know how to control them.
Control them…no. Bury them. Ignore them.
As the years stretched on he’d struggled to believe they didn’t exist, they didn’t matter, they weren’t him, he didn’t need them.
Then Aslan asked for everything. She wanted to see what he kept hidden. Never a no. That’s what she’d told him over and over again. But she didn’t know what he really wanted. Needed.
Breaking free from the prison he’d kept his desire locked in to show her who he really is was horrifying. Dragging her back inside the cage with him is more than he’d ever dreamed.
Would this be the end of everything or the beginning of forever?
This is the eighth short story in a serial release all featuring Aslan and Zeke. A married couple looking for more and finding it in the arms of each other. There will be nine stories total, with one being released every couple months. Short kinky stories meant to tantalize and excite you. May you fall in love with love and everything that word means to your fantasies…
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Excerpt -
From the shadows, he watched her.
Leaning against the side of a building, hidden in the dark space where no one looked, he stared at the object of his obsession.
Aslan.
His wife.
His submissive.
His…everything.
From the darkness, he watched her through the clear front windows of the lingerie shop across the street.
From time to time, she’d flit into view wearing a tank top and a little flippy skirt, along with a smile that never failed to knock him on his ass.
Her carefree attitude, no matter what she faced, endeared him to her. The love he had for her since the moment they’d met, filled him with more thankfulness than any one man deserved.
But that wasn’t it.
He didn’t just love her, admire her, respect her.
No.
He wanted her.
The lust pumping through his veins as she stepped up to the counter to pay, jacked his ever-present need for her even higher.
The way her dark hair moved around her arms as she bounced up and down, reminded him of how it looked wrapped tight around his fist.
An ever-present sparkle in her gaze drew him in, just like it did when he had her on her knees, her wrists bound behind her naked ass and her gaze locked on his as he fucked her throat.
As the cashier ran her credit card, Aslan twisted her upper body to one side and then the other.
Just like she did after he’d been balls deep in her ass for the better part of an hour and she had to stretch her back out afterward.
Stretch.
Her tight holes stretching around his cock as he fucked her until she screamed. In pain.
In pleasure.
Both.
Fuucckkk.
That’s what he wanted. Needed. And that’s what he was going to take.
Take.
No more asking.
She’d already consented to this.
To everything she knew he wanted and everything else. Even the things she didn’t know he needed. Not yet.
Even though she had no idea what he was going to do to her, demand of her, this was her idea.
Well. In a way.
She’d consented to everything he’d tried to keep hidden. All the things she knew he tried not to acknowledge.
Burying his needs had been a way of life for him since he was eighteen and narrowly escaped a rape charge.
His girlfriend at the time had wanted to experiment. At least, that’s what she’d told him. Only later did he discover she was hardcore into kink and saw something in him she wanted to use. The terms “masochist” and “sadist” hadn’t existed to him, back then. All he knew was she liked rough sex and it turned out he did too.
More than fifteen years later, he still remembered exactly how terrified he’d been when the police showed up to his house and hauled him out in handcuffs. The memory of being stuffed in the back of a squad car while they read him his rights, as his parents looked on in horror, would be forever burned into his hide. One of the officers had dropped the rape bombshell a few times while getting the cuffs on him.
That he denied it meant less than nothing.
Him being guilty or innocent wasn’t even close to something they cared about.
She said he did it, and that was that.
Jail terrified the shit out of him, especially when a court-appointed attorney showed up and he couldn’t keep the disgust from his voice. At that moment, Zeke knew it had to be bad.
His girlfriend’s father had caught a glimpse of her thighs and seen the bruises.
The girlfriend was supposed to still be a virgin, so her father went ballistic. She’d claimed she hadn’t wanted it and things snowballed from there.
Even though it was consensual, it didn’t matter.
He’d laid hands on her and left marks and that was that.
Her word against his and hers counted more than double.
Two things saved him.
The first being her age. She was eighteen. If she’d been seventeen, the state would have pressed statutory charges against him, whether his girlfriend or her father pursued it or not. But since she was the same age as him, he lucked out.
The second was luck or divine intervention or he sold his soul to the devil and he just didn’t remember. Right before his case was set to go before a judge, he’d asked to see the pictures of her injuries. Something just seemed off, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. Not until he had true-to-life sized images of the bruises. The marks didn’t match. They were too small. His hands were much bigger.
His attorney finally started to believe him. Pressing the other attorney, Zeke held his breath as he waited for him to talk to the other side.
Two days later, all the charges were dropped.
Turned out, he wasn’t the only person helping her kink flag fly. When faced with the new info, she’d finally caved on everything and told her parents who the other guy was.
So, Zeke was innocent. Beyond a shadow of a doubt. Nothing was left on his record. Even to this day, he had nothing permanent on paper or otherwise of the accusations. But the actual reality of it and the perceived reality were two very different things.
To everyone else, he wasn’t only a rapist, he was a rapist that had gotten away with it.
No one wanted to have anything to do with him.
He was dirty from the moment he was released. Even his parents never looked at him the same way.
Maybe it was because he liked it rough.
Maybe because he got off seeing the marks he made on a woman’s flesh.
Maybe.
Telling people he was innocent was just seen as another attempt at making himself look good and degrading the victim even more.
The victim.
Zeke shook his head, trying to shake the shame out of it. He focused on Aslan again, as she stepped out from the store. Her smile lit his soul.
Every dark corner shown like the light from a thousand suns.
Every corner but one.
A tiny bag swung from her hand, a huge grin on her face as she headed for her vehicle.
From the darkness between buildings, Zeke stared at her as she dug in her purse, lifted her cell out, pushed buttons and held it to her head. Her smile plastered in place as she climbed in the driver’s seat.
His phone rang about two seconds later.
Huh. His sexy wife. Wonder what she could be up to. Taking a deep breath, he could almost taste her sweet flavor across the distance between them. “Yes, beautiful?”
Her sigh went straight to his cock. “Bought you a present.”
“You did, huh? What did you get me?”
“Something I’ll be putting on, just so you can take it off. Or rip it off.”
His cock pulsed one more time. And an encore. “My favorite kind.”
“Mine too. So, when are you going to be home? I could be ready when you got there. And where are you at, anyways? You’ve been gone for hours. Anything you want to talk about?”
A rumble shook his chest. “You head home and I’ll meet you there.” He opened the door on his plain white, unmarked van and climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Don’t think for a second that I missed the part where you didn’t tell me where you’ve been, husband of mine. Or the growl you tried to hide.”
Giving her a few second’s head start, he pulled out onto the street with a few cars between them. Full-out lies flitted through his frontal cortex, because he wanted the fantasy to be as real as possible. But they didn’t lie to each other. Ever. He settled on, “It’s a surprise, little girl.”
“Mmmmm.” Her moan sounded a whole lot like she was going to have wet panties before she got home. If she was wearing panties. “I like your surprises.”
“Be safe,” he told her. “I’ll be home in just a few minutes.” Not a lie.
“‘Kay. But hurry. I need you.”
“Always.”
“Love you.”
“Ditto, beautiful.”
Hanging up, he pressed the off button, and set the phone in the cup holder on the front console.
Doubt of what he had planned for her crept in. A decade and a half of conditioning was hard to silence, even with Aslan assuring him every step of the way she wanted this, needed this. That’s what she told him all the time.
But…
So many what-ifs chinked at his dominant self-assuredness.
What if he went too far?
What if he had no control when he let go of the reins he’d held onto for so long?
What if she changed her mind? Before he started, during or after?
The after scared him the most.
In the middle of a scene, with their adrenaline and libidos warring for satisfaction, it was easier to rely on her reactions. Kink seemed to strip everything else away and just left…them.
Not that they weren’t honest all the rest of the time, but during a scene their connection was absolute. No filter.
But afterward, anything could happen.
That alone would keep him in check tonight.
At least, he hoped it did.
Because if he went too far, there was no going back after tonight.
She said she was ready.
He prayed she was right.
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