1. Katie the Krispy Kreme Klepto


    Date: 6/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blackmail, Bondage and restriction, Discipline, Domination/submission, First Time, Male/Female, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Spanking, Stockholm Syndrome, Toys, Virginity, Written by women, Author: ravebloodnymph, Rating: 68.8, Source: sexstories.com

    I felt myself flushing. “What are you doing in here?” he asked quietly. He took another few steps towards me until he was right in front of me. I still stupidly was holding the donut in my trembling hands. Oh, man, I can’t go to jail! What about the boys? “I…I just…I…” I jumped as he knocked the powdered pastry out of my hands and grabbed my wrists, pulling me towards him. “I asked what you are doing in here, little girl?” I whimpered, torn between anger at the insult and fear about what he would do to me. “I’m…I’m sorry! I just wanted to b-bring home food to my brothers!” I whispered. “Please…please don’t call the police, if I go to jail, they’re gonna starve, the twins are only thirteen, they can’t get a job yet, please, sir, please.” I was babbling and I knew it but I was terrified. For the past three years, all I’ve done is take care of my brothers; they were my number one priority. I couldn’t leave them. The man’s hard face seemed to soften a little bit, his heavy brows lifting. He couldn’t have been more than 35 but there were tiny lines around his eyes that indicated he smiled often. Of course, he wasn’t smiling right now. Holding my wrists in one of his hands, he lifted the other to brush the powdered sugar off my face. I blushed, knowing I must have looked ridiculous begging him not to call the police. “What is your name?” “K-Katie,” I said weakly. I suddenly felt so tired and I just wanted to go home to my boys, crawl into bed and sleep. The thought that I might be ...
    sleeping on a prisoner’s cot instead tonight sent a chill down my spine. Abruptly, he dropped my wrists and leveled a stern glare at me. “Don’t move,” he growled; I didn’t even think of disobeying. He turned towards the crew room, heading for the wall where the phone hung. I stiffened, thinking he was going to call the authorities, but he walked past it into an office. He leaned in through the doorway, snagged a set of keys from a hanger and shut the light off. He walked right by me and opened the door he had come through. “Jess? Becky? I’m going home for the night. It’s pretty slow. Call me if you need me.” There were two mumbled responses and then the door shut and he turned to me again, his eyes still hard as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out the backdoor, turning off the light as we passed it. My bag hung limp and heavy from my arm as I followed him numbly to a car. He shoved me into the passenger seat and then walked around to his side. I was shaking from fear. It seemed he was more of a hands-on kind of guy. Probably wanted to hand me right over to the police himself. The numbness started to fade and the reality of my situation began to set in. My hazel eyes filled with tears and I hiccupped, struggling to hold them back. It would do no good for him to see me cry. He started the car and pulled out of the employee parking lot, heading towards a nicer part of town. I supposed owning a store has its perks , I thought snarkily. Unbidden, the tears started to roll down my ...
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