His Keepsake by Cari Silverwood

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

EMME
Some cravings cannot be denied.
That was me with CNC. Going to clubs didn’t make me feel… anything anymore.
I wanted a soul-wrenching, destructive encounter with a stranger.
Being kept by someone… in a basement, or in a cage, like a bird or a treasured object?
I could pretend, couldn’t I?
As long as we had a code, the beginning was SANE.
That would be fine. All good.
But when he didn’t say THE word… THAT word.
I wonder if he is just messing with me?
Or is this real?

HIM
Who knew that one day I would do what I had fantasized about for years? Or that my best friend would insist on joining me.
This is fun. Filthy. Darker than a grave with the hole filled in, except she isn’t getting killed.
I might keep her forever, though I’m not telling her that. Or that I’m not the man she arranged to meet.
I open my door and study this precious creature I’ve caught, from her toes to those pretty, tear-filled eyes.