All rights to all works are reserved to me. This story was originally started on Kindle Vella. I am rewriting it and posting chapters as I go along. Thank you for hanging out with me. -JanJan Untamed Chapter One I should begin my crazy story on the date that I'd marked on my calendar to km. The two letters were written boldly and highlighted in neon yellow so that I wouldn’t forget. As if I could. KM stood for kill myself which I'd shortened in case my nosey family saw it an

(All Rights Reserved! No part of this story can be copied, shared, or reproduced in any shape or form without permission from the author and she said hell no.) I am what folks around here call slow. The word retarded was whispered behind my back since I was old enough to recognize it. The word was used so often that it became a part of me. It didn’t offend me or make me feel different. To me, it was another descriptive word, like short or tall. Being called slow didn’t burn

Leslie is looking me in my eyes, so I know he isn’t joking. He killed her. He killed his wife. The fact makes me nervous. I would be a fool to not be nervous. But I am not afraid of him when I should be. What will stop him from killing me if he has a mind to?

Momma fought me and forbade it, but here I am walking down the road in my best dress carrying a quilt and a picnic basket. Not even her disappointment can break the pull of Leslie Kelly. I look forward to seeing him again. I look forward to feeling his arms around me. “You are making a mistake, Leslie. Come to Oklahoma with me. We can start over together.” “Oklahoma is your dream, Beeman, not mine. I am going to Texas with Tuesday.” My feet stagger when I spot Leslie. He is

I drag my sore body home after dark. The doorman holds the door for me. I walk across the tile floor past the security desk. They are usually smiling with a kind word ti offer. Not today. When Thompson sees me, he picks up the phone. He is calling my father. They are probably freaking out. When I step off the elevator into our swanky condo, my father and sisters are pacing. The cops are here. The moment I walk in the door, they are on me. “Where in the hell have you been all

Momma and me sit up front in the sheriff's automobile for the ride to the Dearborn place. This is my first time riding in one and I hold onto her like one of us is dying. We are going far too fast for my liking. Sheriff Davies toots his horn when we pull up to the Dearborn mansion. Missus Patty comes out with two slaves, I mean maids, and their faithful butler backing her up. “What can I do for you, Sheriff?” “I need a word with yore husband, Patty.” He spits out a lump of s

It shocks me. I don’t get the chance to think about it. Whap! Oh God. He was right. I am not ready for him... Whap! I can’t scream. I can’t cry. I can’t do shit with my limbs bound and my mouth full of steel. I moan against the cold metal in my mouth. “I didn’t want you to see this side of me so soon, kitten.” Whap! “I wanted to be nice and treat you like a lady.” Whap! “I didn’t want to fuck you on our first date.” Whap! “That went to hell the moment you bragged to me abo

“When we get to my bedroom, I want you to shower. Wash everything. Twice.” He sniffs my thick curls. “Wash your hair. You smell like booze and cigarettes. Prostitutes smell like booze and cigarettes. Are you a prostitute, Miss Alexandre?” “No, Mr. Black.” I stutter in embarrassment. “I am not.” “When you come out of the bathroom, I want you naked and ready to please me or dressed and ready to leave. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mr. Black. May I put my glasses back on?” I ask. “N

Despite my reservations, I am smiling. His hand circles my throat again when he kisses the corner of my lips. My senses are reeling. What is he doing to me? A rain drop hits the windshield and then another and another. I put on my turn signal and make my way to the shoulder of the road before I kill us in the coming downpour. He sits back in his seat. “Why did you pull over?” “Because I can’t see when it’s raining.” I say breathlessly. “You should drive.” I turn down the musi

Momma knocks on Margot’s door. It opens a moment later. Her youngest sister Nancy looks tired and her lipstick is smeared. She had a long night sucking and fucking. Sarah is here too.

My heart catches when I see silvery raindrops clinging to his long lashes. Why does he have tears in his eyes for someone he doesn’t know? I use my hands to tell him what happened. “Show me where they hurt ye, lass.” I point to my heart before my body falls against him. The convict lifts me into his arms and holds me tightly. I’ve never felt so safe. I’ve never felt so… “Get her some water!” Leslie yells desperately. “She’s in shock.” He removes the money from my hands and st

“Yeah.” I lean back to study him. “She’s cute.” “You are cute.” Hugo lets his intentions be known. “Don’t you want a man to spoil you?” He pushes his purple hair back out of his face. “Aren’t you a trophy wife?” “Do I look like a goddamn trophy wife?” I snap in irritation. “Everyone else thinks you do, Miss Alexandre. They say you can be a model.” “Here’s an idea. Stop telling me what other people say about me. I don’t care.” I take a cigarette out of my purse and light

I make the mistake of shifting on my seat. The wicked sensation of my panties and skirt rubbing against my clit sends a stab of lust up through my uterus. Shit. I think I just came. Hugo Black smiles like he knows it. His honesty makes me want to know more. “How did you get in here wearing blue jeans? This place has a strict dress code. I was sure they would turn me away at the door.” I comment. “You were hoping to get turned away at the door, weren’t you.” He accuses me. “Is

Goddamn it, I’m late! I was supposed to meet the man an hour ago. Astrid will kill me if he leaves before I get there. I got hung up with a new psychic and lost track of time. She gets paid by the hour and enjoys talking. I am meeting a date for Astrid because she is out with Don. She has more dates than time and I have more time than dates. In fact, I haven't been on a date in years. Going on hers gives me something to do. Astrid has men falling all over her. She picks, choo

I shake my head again. Goodie laughs when I back away from her. “I’m glad she isn’t a virgin. They lay there or cry. Their inexperience isn’t worth having them first. I like my head to ease right in.” Felix Fitzgerald’s smile tells me that he doesn’t believe me. His dark eyes skip over my body like a pebble across a pond. “You grew up to be a pretty thing, didn’t you, rape baby?” This is not the slow, careful, way Leslie Kelly ate me up with his warm, green eyes. That man loo

Hello all! It's your girl JanJan. I hope you are happy and well. I post more chapters of SBDB because the story was previously written on Vella and I'm simply cleaning it up for publishing. DWB is being written. I am currently knees deep in Sugar Baby also and pushing to finish the entire story before sharing it. Thank you for your patience. I enjoy reading your comments and try to respond when I can. If you have any questions or want to say something, this is a safe place. M

Chapter Three “Baby Blue!” I look up, feeling like I am coming out of a dream. Samantha has her hands on her hips as she studies me with her eyes full of concern. I blink. I spaced out again. “What?” “Didn’t you hear me calling you? Are you feeling okay?” Sam touches my forehead and searches my face for signs of illness. “You should take a nap before dinner.” I shake her off. I am not a damn baby and she has to stop treating me like one. I hope she never stops, but I can’

Chapter Two I was still high from meeting my first friend when the vultures circled me at school. “She stinks like old paper.” Nelly cackled like a crow. “Look at her shoes. What are those?” They laughed at me. I sighed tiredly. This bitch again? Look at my shoes? Look at her fucking ugly face! She was a frog! A fucking toad! “Get off that poor shit, you dirty bitch.” She shoved my shoulder. “This bitch is busted.” The worst bullying always comes from the dumbest bitches

He doesn’t like the way she points out my faults. “My name’’s Leslie.” He reaches for my hand. “Leslie Michael Kelly. Don’t listen to Margot. She doesn’t take no for an answer. Me and her sister had a short run, but nothing came of it. I had visits from girls at the roadhouse since I’ve been here. They might have something to say about me. Ignore them. None of it was serious.” Why am I letting this womanizing convict hold my hand? And why does holding his hand feel so right t

Meanwhile, back on the chain gang, the red-headed man is doing some investigating of his own. He knew all he wanted to know about Margot. It was the other one who had his heart racing like the first time he fucked a girl. He had never felt this way before. “Sweets is a beautiful woman. Tell me about her.” “Leave the yellow girl alone. She’s trouble.” The man beside him wipes his forehead on his sleeve “Stay away from them both. They live in the boardin’ house.” “The one with