The first time my flogger kissed Alina’s bare skin, my cock jumped in my pants. I marveled at the way her flesh lit up, turning bright red with each touch of the tails. She was perfect in every way, and it brought me so much pride to know that I had the power to pluck a woman out of her life and suck her completely into mine. Alina was a proud journalist who everyone admired and looked up to, but for me, she was a pitiful whore who would drop to her knees at my command and wait for me patiently on her knees until I arrived. The world and I looked at her in awe together, but for so many different reasons.

My heart stops beating, and I sit like an empty shell, staring at the computer. He was writing about me, using me as a muse for his story about ripping a woman out of her life and dropping her into a world of kink—stealing her from her friends and her job, while she unknowingly gave up everything for him.

Furious, I skip ahead in the book just to be certain. Surely I’m missing something, right?

“Don’t make too much noise in here, Little Dove, or someone will hear. Or, maybe you want to be heard,” I said to Alina with my hand firmly clasped over her mouth. I used my free hand to swipe my fingers across her pussy, and was satisfied to learn that she was soaking wet for me. The idea of being dominated and made to suck and fuck in a public bathroom had sent ripples of passion coursing through her, and her pussy responded exactly how I wanted it to.

The night of the fundraiser. He wrote about the night he showed up at the mayor’s fundraiser and called me to the bathroom, where he made me orgasm and then showered me with his cum, before forcing me to wear it in front of everyone. That was such a deep, intense moment for me, and he just wrote it down in his book with plans to make money off of it. It meant everything to me to display his cum on my clothes, and it was absolutely nothing to him. How could I have been so fucking stupid?

Thoughts of Juliana’s warnings, and DeShaun’s worried expression flood my mind, forming a wave of guilt that threatens to drown me as I speed read paragraph after paragraph. Nas describes the moment he tied me to the spanking bench for the first time with brilliant detail, and the time he made me wait for him on my knees while he fucked off in his office. His main male character isn’t named Nas or Nathan, but it’s painfully obvious he’s talking about himself.

He wrote it all down.