So, I wrote Take Me Make Me yonks ago. The rights have recently
been reverted back to me due a publisher going down the tubes. No surprise there. Anyway, the story about Millicent prompted readers
who bought it to ask when The Captain would have his own story. Ipso facto and voila!
He does....
The Captain had been watching Millicent for a while. Her
unapologetic lust for sex intrigued him. She was sexy, beautiful and would soon
be his. That others shared her body was irrelevant. In the end she would belong to him alone.
Millicent is unaware that the man who has haunted her dreams is
about to step back into her life and make them a reality. Will she be up to the
hot, demanding challenge of the Captain?
Millicent Bradley stopped at the mailbox out front of her apartment.
She had endured a horrible day dealing with idiots at the restaurant she worked
in. The staff was stupid. The customers were stupid. “And I’m probably stupid,”
she muttered to herself as she pulled out the letters crammed into the box.
They all were window faced. She did a quick count. Seven. “Fucking bills.” She
shoved them back into the box. If she was lucky someone would steal them. They stole everything else in the suburb she
lived in. “I’ll think about bills later.” And later would come soon enough when
her power was turned off and the landlord banged on her door. She shuddered. He
was a creepy, middle aged man, who lived with his equally creepy mother, who
always rubbed his crotch when he was standing before her. Millicent knew what
he wanted. Sex in lieu of paying the rent.
Not in this lifetime, asshole.
“’Not ever going to happen.” She sold herself once, six weeks ago,
and the memory of it still haunted her. Not because it was degrading to have
strange men shove their dicks into very orifice of her body. It was the fact
the she had actually enjoyed it which confused the hell out of her. Normal
women didn’t do that but then what was normal? “Damned if I know.”
And then there was the mysterious Captain. He was known by no other
name and it suited him. The darkly, sexy man had a commanding presence that,
even after six weeks, was unforgettable. She blew out a breath. They had only
kissed and yet she couldn’t get him out of her thoughts. Millicent had toyed with the idea of going
back to the house on Davenport
Street . “God knows I need the money,” she muttered
as she trudged toward the stairwell of the apartment block. The elevator had
been broken for months. As much as that annoyed her, she knew that was why the
rent was cheap. Beggars could not be choosers.
Her thoughts turned once more to the Captain. Imposing, strong and
mysterious. Millicent shrugged her shoulders. “He probably doesn’t even
remember me.” Undoubtedly hundreds of women had been entranced by him. Wanted
him. Lusted after him. That was his cache. The sexy man that no woman could
have.
Millicent sighed. “What are we going to do, girl?” It was the
question that was constantly in her mind. She needed money. She craved sex. She
had nothing and no one. The Captain was the last person she should be thinking
about.
Millicent needs money fast. There is a certain house on Davenport Street
where she can earn it catering to the sexual fetishes of the clients. The
mysterious 'Captain' owns the house and there is no boundary he will not cross
to please his guests.
Sex is like breathing to Millicent. She loves it. She feels no guilt in what she does. The only problem is she has been warned to be out of there by midnight. But does the Captain have other plans for her?
Sex is like breathing to Millicent. She loves it. She feels no guilt in what she does. The only problem is she has been warned to be out of there by midnight. But does the Captain have other plans for her?
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