Page 33 of Watcher

“The girls and I think they need to be punished.” She goes back to her desk and gets her car keys. “I need to do this, Watcher.”

“You’re making a mistake, Jess.”

“And you’re avoiding my earlier question, Watcher. What the fuck happened in here. Why did you make Jeremy stay?” Her jaws clench, and I know this isn’t going to go well.

“To turn your little ass on,” I say. “It worked, didn’t it?”

She rolls her eyes. I fucking hate it when women roll their eyes at me. “It did. But what’s your end game with this?” She tilts her head a little to the left and narrows her eyes. “You like to be watched, but your name is Watcher. Son-of-a-bitch. You want to watch like Jeremy did.”

“I enjoy a lot of different things, Jess.”

“You want to watch Jeremy jerk off?” She scrunches up her face. “I need to go.”

I put my hand on her arm, and she pulls away. “Don’t follow me, and don’t interfere. We want to do this as a club. As a team. Just like the Brothers of Chaos do.”

I bite my tongue to not say anything stupid. “Okay.”

Jess squeezes past me and starts down the hall. I can see Diablo watching us, concern on her face.

“I’ll wait here,” I say.

“Don’t bother,” Jessica says and leaves with Diablo.

“Jessica.”

She leaves the rink, and I find Kentucky sitting in the stands.

“Let her go. I tried to talk Diablo out of doing it. Pretty much told me to fuck off.”

“Hellcat is a good name for her.” I sit on the bottom row and lean back. “She’s not going to like the shit I’m into.”

Kentucky moves down a few rows. “I’ve never asked you about that stuff. Why?”

“Everyone’s different, Kentucky, just like where you’re from is different from where I’m from.” I shake my head, looking at the rink, thinking I’d found something different. “You ever been to a kink club and seen some of the fucked up things they do?”

“Not my vibe, man.”

“I was sixteen the first time I put a leash on a girl. She was my neighbor, two years older than me. She just graduated high school, and we were out for the summer. She was having a problem with her car, so I went over to help her.” I’d never shared the story with anyone and wasn’t sure why I was doing so now. “I got in and started the car. She’d had a loose wire. I glanced in the backseat and saw a spiked collar and leash. Fuck, I thought she had a dog. She didn’t.”

“Don’t know if I want to hear this, brother.”

“I need you to. I need you to understand why I am who I am.” I look back, and Kentucky nods. I’m guessing there are not many kink clubs in the hills of Kentucky. “She saw me looking and asked if I was into anything kinky.”

“You lied,” Kentucky says.

“Damn straight.” We both laugh. “My sixteen-year-old dick sprang to life right there in that car. It clicked in my head right away that I could put the fucking thing on her. It was during the day, and her parents were at work. She grabbed the collar and leash and closed the garage door.”

“Don’t tell me she put it on you,” Kentucky says.

“No, not that time.” I get up and lean against the railing, facing Kentucky. “She put the collar on, and I attached the leash. She purred like a fucking cat, Kentucky. She then led me into the house. We went upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door.”

“My mother threw this stuff out, but I saved it,” she said, pulling a large box from beneath her bed.

“When I saw the fucked up stuff in that box, I almost shot a load standing right there in the middle of the room.”

She grabbed a paddle and said, “You ever spank a woman?”

I shook my head. “She fucking knew I wasn’t into anything and was using me as her own personal whipping boy.”

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