I couldn’t eat. The hall was busy and loud; music drowned out by laughter and conversations. The views out onto the beach were spectacular. And yet, I hardly noticed any of it. As soon as he’d spotted me, my father had insisted I sit next to him to eat. Mom was on the other side, then Charlie. The food looked beautiful and I knew it was expensive but my stomach was turning over and over with anxious anticipation. I ate on...

Sunday morning was grey and cold. I woke early, forcing myself out of bed and into the shower. Midway through feeling guilty for wasting so much hot water, I remembered Scott. Had he been serious about everything he’d said? Surely, he didn’t expect me to really do everything he wanted. After all, he’d left in a less than gentlemanly fashion.I took a cab to my parents’ house on the edge of New Jersey. It was the same brown...

It had been a week since I’d spent the night – or a large proportion of the night – with Scott. I hadn’t heard from him since his parting text message. He was back in LA and I was back to real life. Well, not exactly. I found myself thinking of him all the time. It was a struggle to get through the days. The bruises he’d left on my ass were a constant reminder of the time we’d spent together. At night, I brought myself to...

Everything was dark. The light was off and I was lying face down and naked on the hotel bed. Scott had placed the pillows from the bed beneath my lower stomach, in order to raise my ass up. I had never felt more vulnerable. The air-conditioning was on and the cool breeze made me more aware of my nudity. My legs were open. I knew he’d be able to see my wet snatch and worse, the tight knot of my asshole. I was sweating.He h...

It was a wet, windy New York evening when I first met Scott. I was supposed to be having dinner with my parents that evening but in usual style, my mother had another most important thing to attend to, and so it was to be my father and I. I didn’t mind. To be honest, the only time I could really have an easy conversation with Dad was when we were making fun of my mother.But that evening, he brought Scott. He apologised pr...

I had no idea how long I’d been lying on the floor of his basement. There was no clock. I wasn’t wearing a watch. It was dark. Cold. The solid concrete floor was uncomfortable and I shifted as best as I could within the restraints. My legs were tied together at the knees and again at the ankles. A piece of rope was looped tightly around my wrists, and another taut length connected them to my ankles. If that wasn’t enough,...

Her hair was shorter. Way shorter. I’d always remembered her the way the photos in my phone did; long dark hair hanging down, pinned up, braided, lying in tangles across white pillowcases. But those days were over. It had been a year. A year and two months, in fact. What was it she’d said? Something about not feeling safe, secure, something about me being the bad guy, about magnets attracting and repelling. God. An eloque...