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Back Kingdom
Chapters (58)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Important Note:
  5. ~ Ground Zero ~
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. ~ Absolutely ~
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. ~ Someone To Feed It ~
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. ~ I’ve Got You Now ~
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. ~ Him ~
  32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. ~ As I Fall ~
  39. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  40. Chapter Thirty
  41. Chapter Thirty-One
  42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Chapter Thirty-Five
  46. Chapter Thirty-Six
  47. ~ The Luckiest Girl In The World ~
  48. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  49. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  50. Two Months Later
  51. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  52. Chapter Forty
  53. Chapter Forty-One
  54. Chapter Forty-Two
  55. Six Months Later
  56. Chapter Forty-Three
  57. Acknowledgments
  58. Also by WS Greer

Sucky thing number two slowly washes over me like paint rolling down a wall. In the middle of aching my way through moving my arm, I realize where I am. This is not my house. This certainly is not my bed, which means I’m still in Nas’s basement, very far away from home where my clothes for work wait impatiently for me in my closet. I’m in Smyrna, which means I have to figure out some way to hop out of this bed while ignoring the aches and pains that will certainly shoot through my limbs, and speed home to change, just to hop back into my car to rush to work. After everything that has happened on this rollercoaster that has become my life, the last thing I need is to stroll into work late in front of Vance, because I’m sure he’d beg Drake to fire me. So, I have to find a way to push through the pain and get up. Fuck.

As I gather my strength to lift myself out of the bed, I also realize that Nas isn’t in it with me. I was so exhausted last night that I don't remember exactly how we went from kinky BDSM, to what Nas called my sub drop, to falling asleep down here. At some point, Nas must’ve gotten up because I’ve been left to stress out all alone in this dark space.

I get up to find my clothes from last night folded neatly on one of the lower legs of the spanking bench. As I groan through putting them on, I look at the bench and remember how Nas and I used it last night. Slipping my arm through one of my sleeves reminds me of how Nas bound my arm to the bench with a black rope that is now neatly hanging from a hook on the wall next to four other black ropes. Pulling my pants over my ass reminds me of how Nas dangled the tails of his flogger over my backside before flicking his wrist and letting those tails whip across my skin. I close my eyes while I think about it and nearly let out a moan from the memory. If we never engaged in any other sexual activity again, I would still never forget what Nas put me through on this bench last night, and no one could ever compete with the memory.

Once I’m dressed, I glance at the toys and kinky furniture on display in the Kingdom one last time before I walk out and head for the stairs, unsure of whether to leave the doors open or closed as I step over the rug in front of the entrance.