Chapter 11

Kate

I’m screaming in my head not to throw up, but it’s too late.

The sound of me gagging— literally on Corbin’s cock —makes my face burn red-hot. And then I feel it… that rush from my stomach to the back of my throat and…

I gurgle and cough and Corbin finally releases his intense hold on the back of my head.

It’s just too late…

There’s vomit everywhere.

I grab for the towel on the floor and jump up and run to the kitchen sink.

I make a loud heaving sound and turn on the water.

I gasp for a breath and splash water on my mouth and then my face.

When I look back I see Corbin hasn’t moved at all.

“Did I tell you to get to your feet, darling? Did I tell you to run to the sink and wash your mouth and face?”

My heart sinks.

I’ve been bad. I haven’t obeyed.

“You have three seconds to get back over here and get on your fucking knees.”

I quickly run the towel under the water and then hurry back to Corbin.

I drop to my knees, my left knee touching my own vomit on the floor.

I look up at him.

I’m terrified and turned on at the same time.

My panties are soaked. I can take them off right now and wring them out.

This… this is like nothing I’ve experienced…

This is Corbin.

“Take the towel and clean up my cock so we can continue,” he says.

I nod.

I have to use my hands to wrap the towel around Corbin’s huge cock.

I jerk at him as I wipe.

There’s a smell in the air now. It’s not pleasant at all.

Embarrassment shudders throughout my body.

Yet… what was I supposed to do? His cock had been in my throat.

Not some cute and flirty deep throat kind of thing. Not some playful gagging .

Corbin’s cock in my throat meant no air. No breathing. Punching beyond anything that resembled a possible gag reflex.

I drop the towel to the floor.

I look up at him.

His jeans are down to his knees.

Even his legs are massive. Thick with muscle.

“We’re going to go into the bathroom now, darling. So you can properly wash my cock.”

I nod.

“Do not fucking stand up,” he orders. “Crawl. On your hands and knees. Like my slutty little pet that you are.”

Corbin grabs the front of his jeans and lifts them a little so he can walk normally.

I turn and fall to my hands. I begin to crawl through the apartment.

I crawl next to my master. I’m his obedient pet. I will do anything he says. He owns me. He has always owned me.

Most of all—I want him to own me.

This is the most I’ve ever felt in… ten years.

Not too long ago I attempted to talk to Chad about playtime in the bedroom. The look on his face when I suggested that he use a belt to tie my wrists to the bedposts…

He couldn’t get hard for almost a week after that.

But this… right now… with Corbin?

I crawl into the bathroom toward the bathtub. Like a dog that’s about to get a bath.

I place my hands on the edge of the bathtub and I look up at him.

He turns on the water and nods.

“Clean my cock,” he says.

I have nothing but my hands, which I am now allowed to use again.

I cup my hands under the extremely hot water and for a moment I’m scared I’m going to burn Corbin.

This is how he likes it.

I empty the water in my hands on his cock.

My hands are red and sting from the water temperature. Corbin doesn’t flinch.

I then use my hands, one at a time, and try to grasp his thick size and I stroke root to tip. He’s finally clean and slippery. His cock is red and hot to the touch. Veins pulsing along his shaft that don’t seem possible. It’s like his cock is some massive novelty sex toy.

But it’s real.

It’s very real.

Just ask my fucking throat. Which feels sore and tender, by the way.

“Good,” Corbin finally speaks.

He shuts the water off and turns toward me.

His right hand grabs the back of my head. My jaw tightens and my teeth chatter. Panic attacks my chest. This is my body fearing he’s going to fuck my throat and make me vomit again. Which I want. Which I welcome. If it pleases him…

“Open your mouth and take me, darling,” he orders.

I do as I’m told.

My mouth will never be used to his size. It’ll always take a few seconds to adjust and I’ll force my jaw into a painful state before feeling his huge size inside my mouth. Sliding against my tongue. Pressing against the roof of my mouth. Not even trying to do so, he’s already touching the back of my tongue.

“Now fuck my cock with your mouth,” he says.

Corbin then uses both hands to grab my hair. Fisting my hair. Balling it up. Not pulling it though but holding it very tight.

My lips. My mouth. My tongue.

I become a machine. A pleasuring machine. My mouth on his cock.

I suck him as fast and as hard as I can.

My jaw hurts. It aches so deeply. My eyes well with tears.

I refuse to stop. I cannot stop.

I want him inside my mouth. I want his cum.

My hands rest at my sides. How badly I want to just slide a hand into my pants and touch myself, but I’m not allowed to.

“Oh, darling, your mouth is fucking heaven,” Corbin groans. “It’s been a long ten years waiting for this feeling again. Can you feel me getting thicker, Katie?”

I groan in what I think is a yes sound.

“I’m close,” he growls.

I love the sound of that growl.

A man who deeply requires control and yet his body is about to take over with such an indulgent urge.

He stares down at me.

I pull my mouth back and focus on the head of his cock. I feel him stiffening even more in my mouth.

“Yes,” he whispers. Suddenly his right hand grasps at my throat. “Do not swallow my cum, Katie. Do you understand me?”

I’m confused but I nod.

He moves his hand from my throat and puts his head back and groans.

He thrusts and I feel him start to go.

One hot spurt of cum after another. Coating my tongue and filling my mouth. I close the back of my throat even though my body’s instincts are to swallow. Chills race throughout my body as I scream in my head not to swallow.

Corbin pulls his cock from my mouth. There’s a string of spit and cum but it breaks in a second. His cock is still very much thick and hard. Throbbing. Cum still seeping from the head of his cock.

“Show me,” he orders.

I open my mouth and slowly show him my cum-stained tongue.

“Good girl,” he says. “Give me your left hand.”

I see the soft smirk on Corbin’s face.

I give him my left hand and he touches my engagement ring.

My eyes go wide.

“Spit some of my cum onto this fucking ring, darling,” he says.

I feel my face burn red hot. I feel more chills cascade throughout my body.

This is so…

Wrong.

I lean over my left hand, over the diamond ring Chad gave me. I bring my tongue forward and watch and feel as Corbin’s cum falls from my mouth down to the diamond ring. The normally clean ring is now cloudy. Cum covered.

I lift my gaze to Corbin once more.

He wipes my chin of spit and cum and then slides his fingers into my mouth.

“Swallow the rest down,” he orders. “Then stand up and go home to your fiancé. I’ll decide what’s next for us.”

My body aches.

I suck Corbin’s fingers and swallow his cum down into my belly.

I slowly rise to my feet.

My left hand has cum on it. On my fingers. On my engagement ring.

I turn to leave the bathroom and Corbin smacks his right hand against my right ass cheek.

I cry out.

His fingers dig and tighten.

“You’re heavenly, Katie,” he says. “I would never hurt you. You know that.”

“I know,” I whisper.

I look back at him.

He’s the biggest, sexiest, most dangerous man I’ve ever met.

I’m blowing up my entire life for this criminal.

And yet I can’t help myself.

I love it.

About a block from the garage I have to pull over and finish myself.

My right hand. It only takes seconds.

I make myself squirt all over my panties and jeans.

I get home and hurry to shower myself since I smell like sex, cum, pussy cum , and vomit. I hide my clothes halfway down the laundry basket, even though I’m the one who does the laundry.

I take my engagement ring off and balance it on the sink.

I don’t wash it.

In the shower, I find myself so overcome with emotion, I start to cry.

The inside of my throat hurts a little, but when I remind myself why, it makes my pussy wet.

By the time I finish showering and crawl into bed, Chad is long asleep.

Sitting up, business reports on his lap, head tilted to the side.

I don’t bother waking him.

I curl up in bed, eyes wide, constantly swallowing, licking my lips, wanting to taste more of Corbin’s cum.

The clock on the nightstand glows as Monday turns into Tuesday.

I close my eyes. My toes curl tight.

I can’t wait to see Corbin again.