Chapter 19

Kate

I can’t sleep.

Poor Chad is still hungover from dinner the night prior.

All that wine really did him in.

It means he’s been quiet, keeping to himself, and he went to sleep around nine. He took some kind of sleeping medicine too. His words— ‘to knock my hungover ass out and sleep this off… oh, Kate, I’m not a college kid anymore…’

This leaves me to myself from nine o’clock on, as I stare at my phone, tempting myself to do something while secretly waiting for anything to happen.

By eleven I was showered and in bed next to Chad.

He’s been snoring, lost in his deep sleep.

Even now, at one in the morning, I’m wide awake and I’m looking at Chad, watching drool leak from the right corner of his mouth and down his chin.

I can leave all of this. I can do it with a sense of pride.

It’s okay to end things.

It is something that has served its purpose…

So I start to play it out in my head.

I have the bakery. Well, it’s not exactly mine, but it’s something. I don’t get paid nearly what I should because right now money isn’t an issue. Leaving Chad will make money an instant issue. No choice in the matter there. Life requires money. I’m not married to Chad so I’m not entitled to a thing. Not that I would even want a thing from him. I’m not that kind of woman. He hasn’t done a thing wrong to me. Ever. At least not in the sense of public opinion.

Now you ask—well, what has Chad done wrong?

He’s comfortable. He’s… predictable. Basic.

It’s the same finger touching my pussy. The same fingertip rubbing my clit. The same move of him groaning into my ear and kissing my cheek and then breathlessly asking me if it feels good. It’s the same moves and motions, touching and tasting and all that. Even when I’m giving him a blow job and I grab his hand and force it to touch the back of my head… he plays with my hair and then stops.

Slam my fucking mouth down on your cock!

Or maybe it’s that I somehow know he’s thinking about taxes, escrow accounts, and investments. He’s so far into the fucking future, which isn’t a bad thing, I guess, but what about right now?

Or the constant talks of a vacation but never planning one.

Waiting for some kind of deal that he can score, which will make him feel manly, but it’ll only serve as conversation talking points to guys like Tyler.

It’s like an upper middle-class competition and there’s no prize in sight.

Work long hours, collect money, buy shit, never enjoy shit, and wait for the first of them all to get prostate cancer or get divorced or something.

My heart races. Fast. Hard.

That’s when my phone suddenly lights up.

The Dentist wants to see me…

Sneaking out of the house is simple.

Chad is long gone and nothing short of the house collapsing could wake him.

To be safe, I do the same thing as always with my phone.

Turn all cellular data and tracking apps off, then shut my phone down too.

I drop my phone into the cup holder and see the office door to the auto garage open and shut.

There he is.

My ten foot tall, just-out-of-prison nightmare yet fantasy.

I open my car door, step out and feel the smack of a raindrop on my face.

Followed by another and another.

Corbin keeps walking toward me.

For some reason I keep myself behind the open car door.

Forever that sense of danger that overcomes me when I’m near Corbin. I never know what he’s going to do next. What he’s going to command of me. What surprises he has in store for me.

That’s the whole point of it all.

Corbin has my panties soaked before even touching me.

My hands are shaking.

Those few raindrops are now a light drizzle.

Off in the distance there’s a very faint flash of lightning.

I swallow hard.

The second Corbin can touch me, he grabs my hair and pulls. Hard.

He rips me away from my car and slams the door shut.

He then pulls me toward him.

“Did you fuck him tonight, darling?”

“No,” I whisper.

“You’re not dripping with another man’s cum?”

“No.”

“He never wants to fuck you, does he?”

“Not like you do.”

Corbin lowers his mouth near mine. “You mean not like I’m going to, right now.”

He spins me around and pushes me against my car. I hit with a hard thud and gasp for a breath. His body then pins itself against me. He bends his knees and rams his hardening bulge against my ass.

“I’m not going to make it, darling. I’m not going to wait to drag you into the apartment. I’m taking you right here.”

I let out a cry as those words are all I’ve wanted to hear for so long.

Corbin opens my pants and drops down, taking them to my ankles.

He leaves my panties for now.

“Step,” he orders.

I lift my right foot and he takes off my shoe. Then the right leg of my pants. He repeats the same with the left leg.

I turn my head and try to look down.

I feel Corbin’s mouth against the back of my right thigh.

He grabs my hips and spins me around.

With his devil eyes staring up at me, he pulls the front of my panties down my body. And off.

“Touch your cunt, Katie,” he growls. “Touch your cunt and then feed me.”

I quickly slip my right hand between my legs.

My fingers touch wetness. Over and over. Pointer finger. Middle finger. Ring finger. Pinky finger.

I then use my pointer and middle fingers together and press against myself, entering me. I’m swollen, my senses are so heightened I feel like I can explode right now.

“That’s enough,” Corbin says.

I remove my fingers and offer them to him.

I’m shaking as I do so. As his mouth opens. As I put my fingers into his mouth, touching his tongue.

Corbin clamps his teeth together against my fingers.

I can’t help but scream in pain.

He then stands up, my fingers still in his mouth, biting. Hard.

I grit my teeth and take deep breaths.

His eyes speak to me…

I’ll never hurt you, darling.

Corbin spits my fingers from his mouth.

He grabs my shirt and pulls me away from the car.

His right hand shoots out and he opens the back driver’s side door.

He then tosses me into the back seat of my own car.

“Spread your legs for me,” he orders.

I do as I’m told. My right foot firmly on the floor of the car, my left foot stretched as what will allow.

My pussy throbs, literally.

It’s raining now. Fully raining.

Corbin stands in the rain, his shirt getting wet, clinging to his body, revealing muscles.

Oh, fuck, so many muscles…

My hips start to rock and I bite my bottom lip.

Corbin grabs behind my knees and pulls me slightly out of the car.

He holds me in place, steady, letting the rainfall hit me. The rain is touching, tickling, tempting… the rain is licking my pussy.

I shiver from its cool temperature.

“Come,” Corbin orders. “Let go and come, darling. The rain is fucking your sweet little clit right now, isn’t it?”

I groan and thrust. I’m in dire need to be touched. Not by rain. I need to be touched by Corbin.

I’m holding onto the back seat for dear life, rocking my hips as the rain hits me harder and harder. I can’t even describe what this feels like. It’s so…

“Now!” Corbin bellows. “I will fucking drag you out of this car and lock you in the trunk for the entire night, Katie. Is that what you want?”

I groan louder.

He’s vicious. Evil. Threatening.

“Fuck!” I scream at him.

I arch my back a little and squeeze my stomach muscles. I lift myself and can’t believe this but I’m offering my pussy to the rain.

My face burns with heat.

“Yes,” Corbin says. “I control you, Katie. I control your mind. Your heart. Your cunt. I control your wants and needs. I control your pleasure. You will not experience pleasure without my approval ever again. Do you fucking understand me?”

“Yes!” I cry out. “I need to… please, Corbin… I’ll do it… myself…”

“What’s that, darling? This?”

Corbin reaches forward with his right hand and strokes his fingers from the bottom of my pussy all the way up. He turns his hand, palm down, and uses his pointer and middle fingers to spread my labia wide and pushes at the exact spot I need, peeling my hood back, exposing more of my clit.

A few licks from the pouring down rain and I’m done.

I turn my head and cry out as I start to come.

A huge warm rush attacks between my legs and I’m gushing everywhere.

Dripping down my own body to my ass. Soaking the edge of the seat. Onto the outside of the car and onto the pavement.

Corbin lets go of me completely and I close my legs and turn, looking toward the front seat of my car. My leg muscles are tight and my hips are thrusting. I’m reduced to little groans.

That’s when Corbin moves into the car, hovering over me, dripping on me.

He lowers his mouth down to my cheek and kisses.

“Now you’re ready for me, darling…”