Caleb Awakaned
by @masternonameTwo days before Maggie arrives, Caleb claims Ava's mouth as his morning ritual — but when he orders a 69, the intimacy cracks something open in both of them. Ava must navigate her own desperate hunger while Caleb tests whether her submission can survive being truly seen, not just commanded.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Ava
A 38-year-old former ballerina turned homemaker with a dancer's long, elegant limbs and a grace that survives even her current predicament. Her red hair is pulled into a messy bun, loose strands framing a face with high cheekbones and full lips.
Caleb
A 19-year-old college dropout with a wiry, restless build and sharp grey eyes that miss nothing—especially weakness. His dark hair is perpetually disheveled, and there's a cruel intelligence in the set of his jaw. He's always been the overlooked son, and he's spent years cataloging every slight, every moment he was dismissed, every way his stepmother's grace made him feel small.
Marc
A 44-year-old logistics executive who spends more time on the road than at home—broad-shouldered and soft in the middle, with a salesman's easy smile and a pilot's watch that cost more than most people's cars. His hair is salt-and-pepper, cropped short, and he carries the weary confidence of a man who thinks he's earned everything he has. Has died.
Maggie
Ava's sister, Maggie is a police officer proud of herself but that has always been jaelous of her sister's life. Having a perfect body, she's certainly one cop to be watched amongst the usuals. She has a tattoo saying "never submit" on her lower back just above her ass. Taller than her sister at 5'7", she has brown hair and an average breast, though her boobs look wonderfull. She's the kind of cop that won't always up hold the law and cut corners when needed. Eventually introduced while checking on on her sister, she'll end up in the same trap as her and begin her journey as her stepnephew's sex toy. She'll resist his intentions as she always was tougher than ava, but in the end, after days of captivity she'll start to see Caleb as the dominant one.
Sarah Williams
Caleb's neighbor, Sarah is a brunette average height woman wearing glasses. Mid thirties, she has brown eyes and a beautiful face. Men usually admire her stance when she walks. She's a capable and independent woman, eager to learn and to control. She is CEO and built her company from nothing, refusing to ask anybody for help. She lives alone and took a 2 months vacation from her company to spend time at home. She made sure to get some peace from her friends and family and doesn't expect anybody to come search for her if something was to go wrong.
Elizabeth
Elizabeth is a blond average-height woman with a thin body but average curbs. She is 43 years old and has been the manager of the adult shop for 15 years. The kind of woman that won't ask questions when she's not supposed to and forget about what bother's her if it's not her place to judge. She loves jewelry on her hands, have a tattoo on her belly saying "Hotter than Fire", and has earrings and mascara on her face. She has a way to observe things that resemble the way Caleb does it and it causes him to feel curious about her, like a fascination, by not being able to see through her just like that.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Caleb's Awakened
Ava's tongue traces the underside of Caleb's cock before he's even fully awake, her lips already parted, already hungry. She feels him stir against her cheek, feels the pulse quicken beneath his skin, and she presses closer, taking him deeper with a soft, grateful moan. The taste of him is morning and ownership and she works him slowly, deliberately, savoring the weight on her tongue. When his hand finally tangles in her hair, she hears the sharp intake of breath above her and knows her master is watching.
Sarah's Lesson
Caleb's hand closes around Ava's collar, pulling her from the master bedroom down the hall to the guest room where Sarah lies spread-eagled, her glasses askew, the plug's base visible between her thighs. He positions himself above Sarah's face, his cock already hard, rubbing it across her lips as she starts to cry, her body trembling against the ropes. 'Take the flogger,' he says to Ava, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face. 'Every time she stops begging me to fuck her mouth, you hit her pussy. Hard.' Ava's fingers close around the leather handle as Sarah's first sob breaks the silence — and she watches her master's cock slide across her rescuer-captive's cheek, waiting for the first word, the first flinch, the first chance to swing.
Morning Hunger
Ava slips out of Caleb's arms and beneath the sheets, the morning dark still pressed against the windows, her mouth finding his half-hard cock and taking him deep, moaning around the shaft as she works him with her tongue, her hands clasped behind her back. The aphrodisiac makes every slide of her lips feel like a current, her cunt clenching and wet, and her hand moves on its own—fingers pressing against her clit, circling once, twice—before she jerks her hand away, her breath hitching, the rule slamming back into her skull. She keeps sucking, keeps moaning, until she feels his fingers thread through her hair and his hips shift, and she pulls off just enough to whisper against the tip, 'I touched myself, Master. I need punishment.' His hand tightens in her hair, pulling her mouth back onto his cock, and he says, 'Finish me first. Then doggystyle on the bed. You'll count every stroke.' She obeys, swallowing him deep, her throat working as she feels him thicken and pulse, and when he comes she drinks every drop, her tongue cleaning him before she crawls up his body and turns, presenting her ass to him, her cheek pressed to the mattress, her voice steady as she says, 'Ready for my punishment, Master.'
Shopping for Maggie
Caleb sets the mouth-opener down on the glass counter beside four leather leashes—red, brown, black, yellow—and watches the manager lay out handcuffs, a spreader bar, and a silicone gag with an O-ring that will hold a woman's mouth open exactly as wide as he wants. He picks up a black lace bodysuit, feels the fabric between his fingers, and imagines it on Maggie's taller frame, her 'never submit' tattoo hidden beneath the mesh. The manager asks if he needs help with sizing, and Caleb smiles, thinking of the basement frame, the hooks, the rope coiled and waiting, and says, 'I know exactly what fits.'
The Late Call
Caleb lies alone in the master bedroom, the bag of toys for Maggie still open on the floor, when his phone vibrates against the nightstand — a number he recognizes from the business card he left on the glass counter. He answers, and the shop manager's voice comes through, low and unhurried, asking if he's free for coffee this week to talk about what he's building. Caleb's hand stills on the red leash as he considers the offer, the weight of two days until Maggie's arrival pressing against the curiosity in her voice.