Chapter 21

Kate

I’m face down in the back seat of my car, filled with Corbin’s cum.

I bite my bottom lip, searching for guilt but it never shows.

My body aches and feels good at the same time. My inner thighs tremble. I feel the warm gush of my orgasm mixing with Corbin’s, working its way from my body. Inside, I’m tender, throbbing, but, fuck, it feels so good. Deep inside me it’s sore. I’ve forgotten just how big Corbin is. How hard he can fuck. It’s quite the feeling to have your insides used like that.

Corbin climbs back into the back seat.

He places his huge cock right on my ass, between my cheeks, pressing against my asshole. It’s allowing me to feel just how hard and thick he still is, even after coming.

Using his right hand, he moves the hair out of my face.

I turn my head and look up at him.

“How could nobody miss you? How could nobody be coming to look for you? I want to hurt him, darling. I want to fucking kill him. Then again, it just proves you were never his. You were always mine, darling. And you always will be.”

I nod.

That’s the truth.

The insane, honest truth.

“Corbin,” I whisper and whimper at the same time. “I want to know everything. While you were gone. And maybe I can tell you… everything.”

“What does that mean? You want to go out on a date with me, darling? Huh? You want to dress up real pretty and all that?”

My teeth chatter.

Corbin smirks for a second.

He lowers down and kisses my cheek.

Then he moves his mouth to mine and he kisses me.

He controls me. He owns my tongue.

My God, I’ve never had someone kiss me so perfectly and aggressively at the same time.

I’ve already come four times and my body is already demanding another orgasm.

Corbin breaks the kiss and moves out of the car.

“Come here, darling,” he orders me.

I roll over to my butt and stare at this man made of prison muscle.

Rain still falling, still hitting his body.

He’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I scoot my ass against the back seat of the car, sliding across the mess of cum.

My legs are partly open. My pussy is throbbing. I’m wet again. I want him to take me again. Right now.

Corbin grabs my legs and pulls me out of the car.

I stand up, outside, naked, in the rain.

I shiver.

Corbin grabs my hips and he moves me to the closed driver’s side door and slams me against it. He bends his knees and proceeds to kiss me.

I touch his hips and creep my fingers along hard, muscular skin.

Even his ass is made of muscle.

His body is strong and warm.

He begins to kiss down to my neck, then to my chest.

I look down, watching him as he engulfs my right breast.

My left breast is beautifully bruised, marked with his teeth. An aggressive hickey if you want to call it that.

Corbin’s mouth pulls away from my right breast and he stands back up, all the way, towering over me.

I feel his thick cock touching my stomach.

He’s still throbbing.

“You need to go home, darling,” he whispers. “But soon you will stay here for a night or two.”

I nod.

I’m ready for that. Ready for him. Ready for more.

How will I pull that off? How will I lie to my fiancé about that?

I guess I’ll figure that out when the time comes.

I drive home wearing soaking-wet socks and shoes, my shirt clings to my body, no bra, my nipples perked tight, showing through the shirt, and my pants draped across my legs.

That’s it.

My hair is knotted and gross.

I look like I’ve been fucked mercifully in the rain.

I drive home, collect myself and walk into the house as quiet as I can.

I move like a drunken zombie, dazed and grinning. I go down into the basement and toss my wet clothes into the washer. I wrestle my shirt up over my head and then take my socks off. I leave my shoes on the concrete floor.

My eyes catch sight of my left breast.

Aching, bruised, tattooed with Corbin’s own personal branding of passion.

I have to be very careful now. Chad can’t see this.

Oh, you’ll never guess what happened to me today at the bakery. I bent forward and my left boob got stuck in a… in a mixer! It pulled at my boob and nipple and now I’m all bruised. It hurts like hell!

If I play that card Chad may want to see and touch and kiss and try to be cute.

That will only piss me off.

Why kiss me to heal me when I want you to leave the marks?

I shut my eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath.

There is nothing wrong with me. Everyone is allowed their own fantasies. That’s the joy of life. That’s the joy of pleasure. Of sex. Finding someone you can trust.

I’ll never hurt you, darling.

Finding someone who can take you all the way out of your own limits…

It’s just… pain…

I catch myself sighing.

My pussy begins to glisten once more.

My right fingers are tempted to touch, but I know that’s no longer an option.

I will never touch myself again, at least not without Corbin’s permission or command.

My pussy is now his.

My body is now his.

He owns me. He controls me.

I am his.

“Hey, stranger,” the perky voice says as I carefully inspect an order of chocolate cupcakes.

I look up and shake my head to make sure my eyes aren’t messing with me.

“Mary Beth?” I ask.

Without another word, I quickly strip myself of my apron and rush from around the counter.

Mary Beth and I meet with a hug right there in the middle of the bakery.

“What in the world are you doing here?” I ask her.

She grabs my arms and studies me. “You look like shit right now, Kate.”

“Always one with such honest words,” I say with a smile.

“Long night or something?”

My mind flashes images of Corbin. Grabbing me. Smacking my ass. Teasing my ass. Fucking me hard. Fucking me senseless. The sound of the thunder. My breath fogging up the car windows.

“Something like that,” I manage to say.

“We haven’t talked in forever, have we?”

“No. You were…”

“I know. I took that job out in San Francisco and kind of dropped off for a bit. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s just the same for me,” I say. “You know, life with Chad and then running this place. I kind of get lost.”

“We always do that.”

“But we always find our way back to each other,” I say. “How did you… why…”

“Mind if I toss on an apron and help out? You can boss me around.”

I laugh and nod.

Oh, Mary Beth.

She was… is … my best friend of all time.

We go so far back. I’m talking back to high school. The awkward days of braces, bras, boys, and debating who was going to hook up with who.

She knows more about me than anyone else.

Well, that used to be true.

I swallow hard as I watch her hurry behind the counter and grab the apron I had been wearing.

She looks at me and smiles.

I quickly smile back at her.

It’s so weird that she would just show up like this. We haven’t talked in at least three years, maybe more. She took a job as some fancy business analyst out in California. I hated her for leaving because I feared the upper middle class trap that I’m now in.

There’s also one other thing about Mary Beth…

She absolutely fucking hates Corbin’s guts.