Chapter 15

Kate

After licking Corbin’s fingers clean, he unties my wrists.

They’re red and sore. My fingers are tingling like crazy as feeling slowly tries to come back. I pick up my pants and feel Corbin’s semen press against my pussy.

For good measure, he slaps his right hand between my legs, moving left to right, smearing his orgasm everywhere between my legs.

He then grabs my hair with his left hand and pulls hard, snapping my head back.

His mouth hovers over mine.

“If you ever fucking pull this stunt again, I’ll lock you in my closet for days. I’ll tell you when I want you near me. Don’t fuck this up and make me have to kill your fiancé.”

Corbin kisses me aggressively.

Again, I should be terrified. The criminal who just got done serving a decade in prison threatened to kill my fiancé!

And I can’t stop kissing him…

Corbin ends the kiss and he gives me one last swat on the ass, sending me on my way.

He stands there in his bedroom, fully naked.

I look back more than once at the man.

He is fucking built. Prison muscle, like I said before. He has scars on his body. He has a semi-thick patch of pubic hair. His cock is fucking massive too—even after just finishing. It’s an appendage for sure. A thick, heavy root and a well sculpted shaft. Big, wormlike veins pulsing. A rich, dark color hue on his skin, leading way to the most bulbous head of a cock you’d ever see. It’s smooth and round, slightly angled at the tip. Just looking at it makes my pussy quiver. It almost makes my throat ache. I felt that cock slamming against the back of my throat.

I’m mesmerized by his cock.

I force myself to leave the apartment.

I exit through the garage’s office door and walk back to my car.

As soon as I sit down in the seat, I feel the mess between my legs.

I groan and bite my bottom lip.

It feels so good, I can’t help it.

Corbin’s evil, Devil’s cum spreading against my pussy.

I reach for my phone and turn it on.

There’s a part of me that expects to see dozens of texts and calls.

You know what’s waiting for me?

A fucking coupon from the local grocery store, giving me twenty-five dollars off my next purchase of one hundred dollars.

I want to be tied up again in Corbin’s closet. I want to feel his hands all over me. Being rough. Smacking. Grabbing. I want to feel him pinching my nipples and playing with my tits.

I whimper and I start my car.

A text buzzes on my phone and I look, wanting to see DENTIST (aka Corbin).

It’s Chad. My fiancé.

Thinking pizza for dinner! I’ll pick it up on the way home! Unless you already took something out to cook!

I look at my wrists.

I’ll need to be careful when I get home and make sure to wear a hoodie and keep my wrists hidden.

I text Chad back a thumbs up emoji.

I start to drive.

Corbin’s cum between my legs. My right ass cheek a little sore. But not hurt.

I don’t want to go home and eat pizza, talk about holiday plans and tell old stories like the time Chad’s second cousin Richie thought a fancy scooped thing of butter was ice cream and was so drunk that he ate the entire thing.

There’s one thing I know for sure.

Corbin isn’t done with me yet.

We haven’t even fucked yet.

He’s just playing with me. He’s just getting started.

That… that gives me something to feel hopeful about.

Chad brings pizza home.

I make a dinner salad, premade from a bag.

Chad thanks me for making the salad.

He’s such a good guy. A good man.

After dinner, he offers to clean up.

I end up outside, sitting on the top step of the front porch, looking up at the night sky. I look at the stars. I watch them twinkle in appearance.

I can still feel Corbin’s cum between my legs. When I move, the dried cum tugs and pulls, acting like glue.

I stand up and go back inside to find Chad slightly hunched over the kitchen sink. He has what looks like a small, plastic tea kettle up against his face. The spout is jammed into his right nostril.

His eyes meet mine.

“Sinus,” he says quickly.

He closes his eyes and tilts the tea kettle looking thing and I watch as liquid starts to pour from his other nostril.

This is my life here. This is the good, normal life. My fiancé has sinus issues. I’ve known that since I met him. He’s rinsing out his sinuses, meaning he thinks he’s getting sick. Anytime Chad thinks a cold is coming on he does this. He swears by it.

Chad growls and shakes his head when he finishes one side.

“What a feeling,” he says. “Want to try it?”

“No thanks,” I say. “You can keep your nose bath to yourself.”

He bursts into a fit of laughter. “Oh, Kate, you kill me sometimes. You’re so dry and mean, it’s so funny.”

“I aim to please,” I say.

Want to know something really funny, Chad? I was tied up in a closest just hours ago! Are you laughing yet? Just wait. My pants were ripped down my legs! My thong… it was cut off with a knife! And then my convict ex ate my pussy. Yes. He. Ate. It. He sucked and flicked and licked and bit at me in ways only he can do. Isn’t that funny? I still have faint marks on my wrists! Want to see?!

Chad gets ready to do the other nostril.

I go upstairs and into the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror.

Biting my bottom lip I tilt my head back and look for any marks on my neck.

None.

I’m almost disappointed at that.

I push the sleeves of my hoodie up.

My wrists are red but nothing glaring. Marks that could be easily explained…

Wore a watch too long. Wore a bracelet too long.

Oh, here’s an easy one…

Hair ties.

Yup.

Had some hair ties on my wrists.

That’s all.

Simple lies that make total sense because Kate Kusmin is a normal middle-class woman. She works at a bakery part time with dreams of buying the place and turning it into something bigger. She’s going to make all the cupcakes needed for events in town. She’s not into fierce sexual play. She’s not into being dominated. Just look at her fiancé. Oh, yes, Chad is handsome, that’s for sure. Classically handsome. A good man with love in his eyes and knows the exact balance of all his retirement accounts. He’s got the house picked out in Florida where they’ll retire someday.

It’s like a fucking book already written.

And I’m clawing at the pages.

I don’t want to see the ending as I already know it.

I close my eyes and can still smell Corbin’s closet. I can feel the belts tied around my wrist. So tight. I can feel the panic rolling through me, not knowing if and when he’d show back up.

All that happened and nobody knew a thing.

Nobody thought about me. Nobody… cared about me…

The only person who did?

Corbin.

His love could appear violent but in reality that’s just who he was… and what I secretly wanted…