No Escape

No Escape Aspen Campbell Silver Birch Press Copyright Copyright ©2023 by Aspen Campbell and Silver Birch Press All rights reserved The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This book is intended for entertainment purposes only and should not be construed as recommendations or condonement of behavior therein. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Cover design by The Cover Collection Printed in the United States of America Contents Authors Note 1. Callie 2. Him 3. Callie 4. Him 5. Callie 6. Him 7. Callie 8. Callie 9. Gage 10. Callie 11. Derek 12. Callie 13. Callie 14. Gage 15. Callie 16. Patrick 17. Callie 18. Callie 19. Gage 20. Derek 21. Callie 22. Callie 23. Derek 24. Callie 25. Callie Epilogue Thanks for reading! Authors Note No Escape is a dark romance. It contains CNC, kidnapping play, primal play, rough sexual scenes including DP, intense and humiliating punishment, and more. If you’re offended by any of this, feel free to back out now. If that’s what you’re looking for, read on and enjoy, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Welcome to the dark side, loves. XOXO Aspen 1 CallieIt’s a game. A dirty, twisted, terrible game. One I want to play with every fiber of my being. I’m not even sure how I found it, now that I think back. I’d gone down the rabbit hole of internet smut, looking for dirtier and dirtier reads to fill my dark fantasies. Then, it was on my screen. A posting on a message board. It’s only been up for a day or two. Perhaps it’s fate, but I don’t think fate tends to be kind to dirty, kinky girls who dream of being chased, held down, and taken against their will by strangers. Before I can think better of it, I respond to the listed email, answering their questions.Name: Callie Stevens.Age: 26.Hard limits: Water sports, blood play, knife play, permanent markings.Phone number.I fill in the rest of the information and press send, feeling a wave of nervous anticipation in my belly.I hope this is real, that they choose me. I hope that I finally have this chance to live out my fantasies.I hope they’re not ax murderers.Less than ten minutes after I send off the email, my phone buzzes with a new message.It’s from them, or at least I assume it must be: Answer your phone.And seven seconds later: Incoming call.I don’t recognize the number, although it’s a NYC area code. I swipe to open it and lift the phone to my ear. “He- hello?” My voice wavers. Fuck, this is not a good start. Or maybe it is.A deep voice, almost a growl, comes from the phone. “Callie.” Just the sound of his voice does something to me.“Yes? I mean, this is her?” “Hi, little girl. Do you want to play our game?”Fuck, yes.“Yes. Please.” I’m trying to sound confident. It might just sound desperate.“Good girl. Here’s how the game will work, if you’re chosen. You will find someone, a friend, to tell about this game, in however much detail you want. You will tell them you’ll be gone for a few days, and you’ll give them this phone number, and the address that I’ll send to you. You will choose a safeword, one you can remember. At any point during the game, you may use your safe word, and everything will stop. Do you understand?” I nod. Then, realizing he can’t see me, I speak. “Yes, Sir.”I can hear the smile in his voice, although it doesn’t make him sound any less dangerous. “No need to call me Sir, little one, although you may if you wish. After this call, you’ll see an email in your inbox, with a link to a consent form with more information. You will go through it, line by line, and think carefully about just what you’re asking for. Once you’ve filled it out completely, including your safe word, you will return it, signed. That will be your chance to consent to everything, and the only way to revoke that consent will be your safe word.” He pauses to let this sink in. “You may ask any questions at this time.”My mouth is dry and my pussy is wet. I want to stay on the phone with him forever. I want to hang up and masturbate to the memory of his voice. “No questions, Sir.”“Then you may go check your email. Once the consent is returned, if you are chosen, the game will start within two days. Forty-eight hours. And baby girl?” The rumble of his voice gets even deeper, if that’s possible. “It won’t be just me. Think carefully about this one.” He ends the call. I’m practically panting, I’m so turned on.I check my inbox. There it is, at the top of my messages. Consent. That’s the subject line. I don’t open it. I can’t.I put the phone down and go to my bedside table. I find what I’m looking for right at the front of the drawer: my faithful rabbit vibrator. Boyfriends may come and go, but Bunny here has never failed me.I’m so wet when I take off my panties and lie down that Bunny slips right inside me. I let my mind go back to the memory of his voice, the dark promise of his words. The fact that he’s promised that there will be more than one predator.I’m so primed that my first orgasm comes fast, quicker than I can remember it ever happening before. I turn the vibrations down, sliding it in and out of my channel to let the next one form with a slow burn. It comes nice and leisurely, building on itself to a shuddering peak.I