Chapter 10

Corbin

My mind can race for hours thinking of all I want to do to my sweet Katie girl.

We agree upon patience. A silent agreement.

Her. Me. Us.

I close the garage bay door and take her hand.

“Where does your future husband think you are right now?” I ask with a lip-curling half grin.

Promises and diamond rings don’t mean a fucking thing to me.

My Katie girl’s presence the proof. That’s the promise. If her fucking fiancé took care of her the right way she would not be here with me.

“Out for a drive,” she says. “And maybe to get coffee.”

“All alone?”

She nods.

I step in front of her and touch under her chin. “A real man should know better than to let someone like you out of their sight. I’d have you caged up while I was away. Locked up tight, kept safe and hidden until I returned home.”

She shivers.

She likes it.

Her sultry mind wants all of this.

My cock aches inside my jeans. It’s time to get this night rolling right along.

I slide my left hand around my Katie girl’s body, grab her ass and pull her against me.

She’s soft and warm. She’s the most fuckable thing in the world.

My new play toy. Maybe my forever play toy.

I grab the top of her pants and pick her up. With ease.

She cries out as I’m more than certain I’m giving her a wedgie.

I don’t give a fuck.

I’ll peel those dirty panties from her cunt and between her ass cheeks and lick them end to end.

I toss my Katie girl over my shoulder and make my way from the garage to the steps up to the apartment. My fingers dig hard at her ass and between her legs over her jeans. I stick my pointer, middle, and ring fingers together and making a waving motion, rubbing her jeans into her panties into her cunt.

“Corbin,” she purrs. “Holy fuck… Corbin…”

I step into the apartment and pause.

“Are you going to come right now, darling?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Jesus Christ, does he even touch you at all?”

She groans.

I stop moving my fingers. “I asked you a fucking question. Does your fiancé touch you?”

“Yes,” she says.

“But not like this. He’s not aggressive. He doesn’t treat you like the little pet you are.”

“No,” my Katie girl whispers.

“You can finish yourself later,” I say as I pull her off my shoulder. “Remember why you’re here.”

My Katie girl doesn’t even bother to stand on her feet. She goes right to her knees, right in front of me. Her hands at her sides.

She’s waiting. Obedient.

I look back and grin. I reach for a neatly folded dish towel on the counter.

The apartment is fucking spotless and smells clean. There’s a little hint of cinnamon coming from somewhere. The cleaning company did a stellar job.

I roll the towel up and reach down, wrapping it around my Katie’s neck. With just my right hand I grab the ends of the towel and pull. Her neck inches back a little. I apply more pressure, cutting off more of her air.

Her face is now red.

“You’re okay with destroying that man’s life?”

“Yes,” she says in a breathless whisper.

“He’ll never recover from you, darling. He’ll never be able to match what I do to you. He’ll be reduced to nothing but an empty shell. He might even have no choice but to end his own life after you.”

My Katie girl nods.

“Fucking slut,” I growl.

I pull the towel harder and her face turns a deeper shade of red.

I need her to prepare for a lack of oxygen…

She doesn’t panic. She doesn't even blink.

She’s so vulnerable yet strong.

I move the towel from her neck and place it to her face. Covering her eyes, I tie it behind her head.

“Let’s heighten your sense of taste and feel,” I say.

“Yes,” she purrs.

I grab her hands and place them between my legs. Cupping her hands against my massive bulge.

“How far down your throat should I stuff my cock, Katie?” I ask.

“All of it,” she says.

“You think you can handle that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she shoots back at me really quick.

My right hand connects with her left cheek. “Don’t fucking talk back to me with that attitude, darling. Ever.”

She doesn’t respond.

Good. Girl.

I treat her to the sound of me unzipping my jeans.

I see her lips quivering, aching for a taste of my cock.

Honestly, I’m amazed by this in front of me.

Some men have gold in their hands and polish it like a piece of silver.

But that’s okay. That’s why I exist.

I have to unbutton my jeans. My cock is too big and already too hard to waste time pulling and twisting it out of the zipper area. Fuck that.

I push my jeans down and lean forward.

I couldn’t have timed it better when my cock finally springs free and smacks my Katie girl under her chin.

Her head snaps back a little and she gasps.

Her hands reach up to grasp me.

“Fuck no,” I say to her. “Keep your hands at your sides, darling. I want your fucking mouth. I want your fucking throat. Got that?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

She apologizes like a good girl.

With my right hand I grab my cock with force. I’m so used to my own touch. Ten years in prison… and, no, there were no loopholes for me either. Plenty of chances and no judgement on my part to those who had to take care of their urges.

I rub the head of my cock against my Katie girl’s lips.

“Kiss, darling,” I tell her.

Her lips pucker and she kisses me.

It’s unbelievable already.

I can practically feel the hot cum already wanting to creep up my heavy shaft and spray her face.

I’m not going to allow that to happen right now.

I jerk the base of my cock with hard pumps. This allows some clear pre-cum to appear. I smear it all around my Katie girl’s lips like lipstick.

My left hand then swats through the air and connects with her right cheek.

“Mouth. Open.”

She listens.

Now both her cheeks are just slightly red.

She knows I’ll never hurt her. It’s just pain. It’s worth it.

I slide the fat head of my cock into my Katie girl’s mouth. I watch her top lip move over the ridge on the head of my cock. I feel her teeth grazing me.

“Open wider,” I order. “I don’t care if you have to break your fucking jaw.”

She whimpers and fights to open her mouth wider for me.

Her lips are tight around me.

I give her half my cock and begin to slide back and forth. I feel her thick, hot tongue against the underside of my shaft. It’s shivering.

I reach for the towel still covering her eyes and untie it.

Now she can look up at me.

Her big, beautiful eyes.

“You’ve missed this cock, haven’t you, darling?” I ask.

My Katie girl nods, her mouth full of cock.

I flip the towel and hold it to the back of her head. My hands gripping each end.

I pull.

My cock sinks deeper into her mouth.

I feel the back of her tongue. Her body jumps.

I shake my head at her.

I’m. Not. Fucking. Stopping. Darling.

I pull at the towel, pulling her mouth more against me. I press forward.

When I tease the back of her throat, she closes her eyes. Her body jumps and shakes. She’s fighting it all off… she wants to take my entire cock without a reaction.

My sweet Katie girl… look at her…

I release my hold on the towel and let it fall to the floor.

My Katie girl tries to pull back and I grab the back of her head and pull. Hard.

My cock moves beyond the back of her tongue and her mouth.

I’m now in her throat.

She groans and hums, her throat clenching against my cock.

I let out a hiss.

She makes other sounds too.

Our eyes meet once more and I nod.

“Don’t fight it,” I whisper to her. “We can clean it all up…”

My Katie girl closes her eyes and I thrust even harder at her throat.

She’s a second away from vomiting.