Chapter 12: Scrap

Twelve

Scrap

Present Day

I lead her all the way to the cabin’s master bathroom. It’s old-fashioned — straight out of the 1930’s with details like a claw foot tub and shower combo, and brass fixtures — but she can get naked and get clean here, which is what I want. Once we enter the bathroom, she turns around, giving me the first hint that she feels at least some fear if not remorse.

No emotions cross my face. I had plenty of emotions the afternoon I woke up realizing that I didn’t just lose everything, but some woman played my heart completely. She made me think we had a connection when we didn’t. Based on how long I slept and the fucked up headache I had which went far beyond a hangover, she must have drugged me too.

And look at how it turned out. All that lying and scamming got her ass in trouble again. She should have trusted me.

“Take your clothes off, Vickie,” I command her firmly. I don’t need to get rough with her yet, but I want my tone to hint at the possibility of roughness if she were to disobey me. I catch a whiff of nervousness, but she makes her best effort to hide those emotions from me.

I respond to her hesitation with an intense but quiet stare. No need to get more explicitly intimidating than that. She slowly begins to strip down. I can feel her reluctance to get naked, but I don’t care. This is exactly what Vickie deserves. She treated me like I was a fool and I had made the idiotic mistake of caring about her.

Even after she drugged me and ran off… I still thought about her smile. I still thought about her pretty brown skin. How her ass looks as I made love to her from behind. I pined after her for too fucking long.

Now, I just want revenge.

She looks just as fucking hot as she did the last day I saw her. I could never forget what she looked like. Vickie was exactly my type. Thick in all the right places, and not a body you would find everyone trying to imitate. The woman was all natural. I love that. She smelled all natural too. I remember that part clearly.

Once she’s naked, Vickie avoids my gaze. My heart thuds nervously in my chest and there’s no fucking way anything I want with this woman should make me nervous. She hurt me for no fucking reason — and I would have helped her. She turned me into her enemy when it didn’t have to be that way.

“You didn’t feel so shy when you were crushing up some date rape drug into my water.”

“I didn’t rape you,” she says dismissively.

The pulse of rage gives way to my darkest impulse. She’s pushing me to this.

“Get on your knees, Vickie.”

My tone doesn’t change. I remain steady. In control. Giving her very little room to fight against my orders. But it’s Vickie, so my command gets her to look me straight in the eye.

“Excuse me?” She says. “I’ll get in the shower but?—

“This is not a discussion. You’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock or I will never forgive you for drugging me in Vegas. Ever.”

“I’m not looking for your forgiveness.”

“I suggest you start,” I respond quickly, utterly failing to hide how she irritates me. Betraying any emotion to this woman will only lead to her taking advantage of it. The best option I have is to do what dad would have suggested — bond her to me. Do what women need to feel connected to men.

Normal women, that is. I already fucked Vickie and that didn’t make her more loyal or bonded to me than any wild ass raccoon I might have stumbled upon instead.

“Your survival utterly depends on my good graces. I’m not the man you fucked over. A lot of shit has happened to me since then.”

“If you kept playing poker like that I believe you.”

“On your knees.”

“I’m not…”

I force her onto her knees. It’s easy because she doesn’t see it coming. Her knees land hard on the bathroom mat. Vickie cries out and looks up at me like she’s going to raise her arms and hit me.

“Don’t,” I snarl at her. “One wrong move and I’ll lock you in here for two days. I fucking mean it.”

“All you’re doing is proving I had the right idea when I met you.”

I ignore her. Vickie’s voice just pisses me off and the angrier I get, the more confused I become because my rage doesn’t seem to stop my dick from getting hard. I’ve never had those emotions all mixed together like this before. Anger. Desire. Hatred. Yearning.

Her eyes move to my crotch and she stares. What the fuck is she thinking? Does she remember how I went down on her? How I asked for nothing in return? All I wanted was to be with her. To make love to a pretty woman and let her go…

I thought we had a connection. Vickie embarrassed me. Ethan never let me forget her humiliation, especially when I would whoop his ass at gin rummy or poker. She fucking haunted me. Now, I can have this woman’s lips around my dick and I don’t care what she says — I need this.

All my emotions mount into a powerful, unstoppable force that wracks every inch of my body as I stand in front of Vickie’s position on her knees. The view up here is downright delicious. Every inch of me craves the incredible view of her thick ass kneeling before me and pleasuring my cock. I want to fuck her mouth until she chokes on my dick and her hesitation only makes me want it more.

Her hands move to my hips and brief contact from her palms through my underwear nearly makes me cum in my pants immediately.

“That dick can’t fit in my mouth,” she says. I don’t know if she thinks it’s a quiet enough statement that I won’t hear it, but I fucking hear it. Her fear sends a ripple of toxic arousal straight through me. I have no emotions for her anymore, no sympathy. I feel nothing.

“I don’t care,” I snarl at her. “I won’t ask you again.”

She slides my underwear down quickly, like she knows rushing will piss me off. I want her to appreciate my physique. I’m even more muscular than the last time we made love. She has to notice that. I want her obsession, not her indifference and it’s like this infuriating woman senses it.

My dick springs forward, almost hitting her in the face. She looks up at me, but she doesn’t touch my dick. Doesn’t even move like she plans on sucking it. I grab a handful of Vickie’s hair. She doesn’t have those braids anymore… I don’t know how to describe what’s going on with her hair, but it has a different texture. It’s almost like… dreadlocks.

I don’t care what she calls them, I wrap her hair around my hands slowly, pressing Vickie into slow submission as she looks up at me from her knees.

“If you won’t suck my dick the way I like,” I tell her. “I’ll just fuck your mouth until I cum.”

She doesn’t clench her mouth shut, but she doesn’t open up for me eagerly as I guide her head to my dick and begin to probe Vickie’s lips open. Her resistance frustrates me and using her head and a forceful push from my hips, I spread them open and slide half my dick into her mouth.

Half of my dick is just about all of what an average man has. Vickie’s lips spread wide open around my shaft and she looks up at me with nothing but pure viciousness on her face. I close my eyes and groan with pleasure as I slide my dick all the way inside her, pushing all the way to the hilt until she forces her palms against my thighs to push me away.

I don’t let her control a fucking thing. I let her fight against my thighs for a second before I slowly guide her lips off my dick and give her a second to breathe. Vickie gasps for breath as a string of spit connects her lips to my dick. I nearly cum just watching her gasp for breath after getting my dick all wet.

“You’re not done.”

I tilt her head up and put my dick back against her lips. She’s too busy sucking air in through her nose with her last seconds of freedom to fight me off. I push my dick between her lips again and slide my cock all the way in as slowly as I can, watching her lips struggle to stretch around me as she kneels. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She looks at me with pure hatred as I fuck her mouth and I can’t stop myself from maintaining this sick eye contact with her and getting off from Vickie’s hatred. I fuck her mouth faster, grunting with pleasure each time the tip of my cock scrapes the back of her throat. It doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten against my torso. I need to cum…

Tightening my grip on Vickie’s hair, I pull her mouth all the way down the length of my cock and without warning her, I cum in her mouth, forcing every drop of my seed down her throat. This is how it should have been. This is how I should have fucked her that first night. Maybe then, she wouldn’t have run away. Vickie slams her palms against my thighs desperately as more cum erupts from my dick. It’s enough to plug her throat, so I move my shaft out of her mouth just enough to allow my seed to slide into her stomach.

“I’m going to cum anywhere I want, any time I want as long as you’re with me,” I gasp out desperately. I don’t even know where the proclamation comes from, but it feels good the second I say it.

I feel confident. Bold. Like I finally have the woman I wanted in my clutches and no one to stop me from doing whatever the fuck I want with her. She’s mine…

And even if Wyatt were to tell me what to do with her, he’s my brother. He wouldn’t kill me over a woman.

I’m high on my domination over her.

“And…” I continue. “I’m going to stick a black collar around your neck to let everyone know you’re mine.”

She gives me a dark, worried look, which makes me want to dial it up a notch and turn the heat up on Vickie’s ass. Remind her that she isn’t in control. I won’t be foolish enough to allow her to work her devil magic on me again.

“That’s right, buttercup,” I snarl. “It’s going to be a thick, black collar like one you would put on a Rottweiler.”

“Watch it,” she hisses, barely able to contain her rage, but smart enough to keep it under wraps as much as possible because she can tell I am serious. My heart drops down into my stomach. But I stay strong. Steady. Ready to lay down the law and wrap a collar around this woman’s neck because she needs it.

“The shit you pulled on me the first time won’t work again, Vickie. I’m done with the games. I’m fucking done. That thick black collar will have my name hanging around the middle so you and everyone else you come across knows exactly who you belong to.”

She trembles with rage and I tell myself there’s some fear in there too. Good. Because I am dead fucking serious about those threats. This woman’s neck – and every other part of her – belong to me.