Falon's Captivity

I didn’t know what was worse anymore — when he opened that door, or when he closed it.

How many times had I wondered? How many minutes had I counted until they’d fallen away in the blackness, as unmoored, lost, and hopeless as I felt?

But there wasn’t time for that.

The only thing that mattered was figuring him out. What was he really after? What did he truly want?

For the thousandth time, I cursed my stupidity, my hubris, my idiotic conviction that I could pull this off. It was a cruel irony of fate that a single, impulsive, split second decision could profoundly influence the rest of a person’s life. 

However long that might be.

I missed clothes — real clothes — not the all-access outfits he made me wear now. No, what I was allowed was little more than decoration, embellishment of the physical attributes of his new found toy.

How much more of this could I take? How much more did he intend to put me through? 

What was the end game, when he finally got what he demanded?

I already suspected, deep down, that there could only be one end to this, a single conclusion to what this had become. My strength was ebbing away. I couldn’t deny it any longer.

What was the worse though was the temptation, the increasingly appealing prospect of simply...surrendering.

And giving him what he wanted...

Publisher's Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

Contains MFM menage, pervasive BDSM themes, and sexual situations.

NOTE: There is no sexual interaction between the males in this story.

Keywords: alpha male, spanking, contemporary romance, suspense, dark romance, psychological thriller, organized crime, dominance and submission kidnapping, captive fantasy, capture fantasy, strict hero, older hero/younger female, May/December, HFN, domestic discipline, cop hero, intrepid reporter, dark secrets, total power exchange