Chapter 25

Kate

There are other scenarios here.

That’s what I think about as I sit on the corner of the bed.

The special bed. Special. Made from some bullshit material that does something to something that promises you a better night’s sleep. The carpeting under my feet. Chosen, paid for, installed. The paint on the walls. Someone paid to do it.

Why couldn’t we have done it ourselves?

Think about it.

Chad and I getting into junky clothes and putting down cheap plastic tarps, vowing not to get paint on the floor. Working together to paint. Complaining about the edges. Messing up. Yelling fuck . I take a paintbrush and flick paint at him. He charges at me, grabs me and rips my clothes off, then fucks me on the floor while the paint dries.

Is that really so much to ask?

Why not skip this stupid trip? Does it really matter? Going to some convention to sit behind a table and talk to other people in the field . To mingle and network. For what? What good will it do? Let’s say, for example, something big does happen and Chad is offered some insane job in Seattle. Then what? Do we just pack up and move? Is that what I am…? I just move around, following the money. Following my fiancé?

Chad could skip this trip and we could spend two nights in bed.

Nope.

And I guess I get it. You have to work. You have to provide. You have to survive. You have to plan.

So then I should go with him.

I can be his personal fuck doll . I’ll just wait in his hotel room all day. I’ll be naked the entire time. In bed. Or sitting in a chair. Whatever he wants from me.

I’ll send him naughty pictures all day too. Pictures of my breasts. Pictures of my pussy. I’ll fuck myself with objects and tease him. Drive him crazy so that when he finally comes back to the room… I’ll be waiting on my knees for him, ready to suck his cock dry.

The bathroom door opens and Chad comes out with his little leather toiletry bag.

“Last thing and I’m packed,” he says with a smile.

“What is this for again?” I ask.

He laughs. “Work stuff, Kate. That’s all you need to know. This all goes to plan and I’ll spoil us with that vacation. Hey, you’ll be fine on your own, right? Not the first time I’ve had a business trip.”

I nod.

“Your car is fine,” Chad says. “If something were to happen, then just rent something. Oh well, we’ll deal with the credit card charges later in life.” He zips up his suitcase. “Nice of the guy there not to charge me. I wanted to pay. I offered to buy lunch or a six pack of beer or something. Didn’t argue it too much though. Have to admit, he was one scary dude.”

“Scary?”

I feel my panties getting wet.

My fiancé is talking about the man I’m secretly fucking.

And it’s turning me on.

“Yeah,” Chad says. “Not to judge anyone, but holy hell. This guy was big and mean looking. Dangerous looking. I appreciate him helping but I don’t know if I’ll go back there again. Way too intimidating.”

I’m gritting my teeth. My toes are curled tight inside my socks.

My clit throbs, begging for attention.

I take a deep breath.

“Hey, you have nothing to worry about,” Chad says to me. “But I do have to leave. Want to get to the airport really early. I’m meeting up with Scott. We have to look at some quarterly analysis stuff. Boring stuff. Right?”

“So boring,” I say and force a smile.

Chad grabs his suitcase, then leans down toward me.

He kisses my forehead and walks to the bedroom door.

At the last second he looks back. “Spoil yourself while I’m gone. Have some fun. Maybe you should see if Mary Beth is in town still and have a sleepover or something.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I say.

I feel as though my voice has an ominous tone to it.

If it actually does, Chad doesn’t pick up the hint, or maybe he just doesn’t care.

He leaves.

I end up standing at the window, watching Chad leave.

By the time he starts to back up, he’s already on his phone. A big smile on his face. Laughing. Excited to work.

I really believe there is nothing malicious behind the way he acts.

I think he just assumes this is normal. This is just routine. This is how it goes.

Meet a woman, win her over, put a ring on her finger, keep her home. Marry her, have a few kids, raise those kids, and then call it a life.

That’s not necessarily the worst life to live.

It really isn’t.

It’s just hard to accept that as reality when you have a guy like Corbin in your life.

Corbin may have gone to prison for ten years but he did not leave my life.

Does that make me a bad person? Is it wrong to find something you enjoy and go for it? Everyone has a dark fantasy inside themselves. Everyone.

Mine involves my ex. Mine involves a criminal.

Mine involves a man who is strong enough and willing enough to push me beyond my limits, to show me exactly what I’m willing to handle. The word no is always in existence but I don’t need it with Corbin.

He has me.

I am his.

And now I will fulfill my commitment to the man who controls me.

I will text Corbin to let him know my fiancé is officially out of town.

I leave my car at home.

I’m not sure if it’s smart or not.

On one hand, it looks as though I’m home to anyone who may drive by.

On the other hand, if someone stops by and knocks, then looks for me and I’m not home…

I don’t give a fuck.

My phone is disabled, like always.

I’m in the back seat of a car Corbin told me would be waiting for me.

I arrive outside the auto garage and climb from the car with nothing but myself.

There’s one garage bay open and that’s where Corbin stands.

The monster who lives under my bed. The monster who lives in my closet. The monster who I want to fuck me and use me in any way possible.

I hurry toward him and enter the garage.

He shuts the door.

The sound is thundering and my body warms up.

I’m here. I’m… his…

Corbin’s right hand grabs my face and he stares down at me.

“Open your mouth, darling,” he growls.

I do as I’m told.

Corbin hovers over me and spits into my mouth.

“Swallow it,” he says.

I comply.

Corbin then spins me around and grabs for the front of me. He picks me up. His left arm wrapped around me super tight. His right hand smacks against my mouth. My eyes water up. He lifts me up and walks me through the garage toward the door that leads upstairs to the apartment.

This is my warning… my hint…

Corbin is making his claim.

Fast forward and I’m standing naked in Corbin’s bathroom.

It smells clean. It’s dimly lit.

I don’t feel as though I’m on display.

My body aches for his touch. My pussy is wet. My nipples are hard.

Corbin stands behind me. I feel his towering presence.

“I want to make sure you’re clean for me, darling,” he says.

He reaches beyond me and turns on the bath water. He doesn’t close the drain.

His strong hands touch my sides.

He’s so much taller than me that he can look over me with ease.

I watch and feel as his left hand creeps up my body, toward my left breast.

“How does it feel now, Katie?”

“Wonderful,” I purr.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, Corbin. You would never hurt me.”

His massive hand cups my breast with ease.

I sigh.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

His right hand moves forward and down between my legs. Stroking my pussy. Once.

“Soaked again,” he says. “You don’t get an ounce of attention at home, do you, darling?”

“Not really,” I whisper.

“How is that fucking possible? Do you know how fucking angry that makes me?”

I don’t respond.

Corbin takes his hands away from me.

He pushes at my lower back, sending me tumbling forward.

“On your hands and knees in the tub,” he growls. “Ass facing the water. Curve your lower back and stick your ass high into the air for me.”

I climb into the tub and drop down to my hands and knees.

Hot water hits my feet but my hands are cold from the upper part of the tub not getting any water.

My breasts hang freely. I curve my back and lift my butt into the air.

“Look at me, darling,” Corbin says.

I turn my head and look up.

He’s so fucking big. Huge. Monstrous.

“You’re my little whore of a pet, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I say.

Corbin crouches down. His left hand touches my right ass cheek. For a moment he caresses my skin. Gently.

Then he brings his hand back and he slaps my ass.

I groan and bite my bottom lip.

Yes. More!

His fingers move in between my ass cheeks.

He plays. He digs a little bit.

“I need you clean and pure for me, Katie,” he whispers.

Corbin stands and turns on the shower.

The water hits my back and ass and it’s icy cold for a split second.

I gasp.

The water then grows warm and finally, hot .

Corbin’s shower has a combination shower head. One that stays in place as normal. The other you can breakaway and use for… whatever.

He adjusts the water so it sprays from the wand he can control.

He holds it in his hand and crouches back down.

His right hand touches my ass again.

“Reach back with your left hand and spread yourself,” he says.

I grit my teeth and feel so exposed and vulnerable. My face burns twelve shades of red as my cheeks are smothered with heat.

I reach back and grab my left ass cheek and I pull.

Corbin pulls at my other cheek.

I feel myself pucker .

I’m nervous, tense, yet excited.

Corbin places the wand just an inch or so from my hole.

The hot water hits me back there .

I’m tender and it feels…

“Fuck,” I whisper.

Corbin moves his right hand and he touches me. I think he’s using his middle finger, massaging my hole.

“I’ve always wanted your ass, darling,” Corbin says. “How bad do you want me to fuck your ass?”

I groan.

I’ve never… back there …

I turn my head and look at Corbin.

“I have to taste you,” he says in a defiant voice.

In such control at all times.

Corbin’s finger massages around my hole. Then across it. Then he presses against me. My body wants to tighten up. I scream in my head to relax. To give myself to Corbin.

I exhale a breath and Corbin’s fingertip opens me a little.

He rubs his finger up and down. Left to right.

Then his touch is gone.

He moves the water even closer to me.

It’s a hot pressure feeling that begins to feel good.

The water rushing all around me…

Corbin’s right hand pulls at my ass cheek even harder.

He moves sort of out of my sight as his mouth creeps closer toward my ass.

I tighten and pucker with excitement. Waiting to feel his tongue…

Corbin flicks his tongue against my ass.

I whimper.

He kisses…

“Fuck, Katie, I love your ass,” Corbin growls.

The tip of his tongue presses against me.

I look forward and tilt my head back.

His right hand lets go of my ass cheek and he moves around once again and between my legs. Two fingers pressing against my soaked clit.

“Fuck,” I manage to say in a weird stuttering kind of voice.

Corbin taking my front and back at the same time while I’m on my hands and knees in a bathtub.

I feel my inner thighs already trembling.

I’m going to come already.