Chapter 28

Corbin

Her cunt is still slick. Tight. Trying to hold and squeeze me as I pound.

As. I. Fucking. Pound.

She’s been warned and yet she continues to show up. She continues to want more from me. From her fuck me until I cry eyes to her trembling body, to her soaking-wet cunt.

There is no choice in the matter.

I have her alone and I have her as mine.

A prisoner to her own fantasy and pleasure, yet I’m the one in fucking charge of everything.

My hand presses harder against her face.

She’s gnawing on my thumb right now, like a dog with a bone.

I curl my fingers and pull at her flesh. Tearing at the skin of her face. Pulling at random strands of hair. A few strands of her hair give up and just jump from her head.

My cock pulses with need, wanting to fill her with cum.

Not. Fucking. Yet.

I move my hand from her face, grab her jaw and make her look at me.

I detect a little fear in her eyes right now. That’s a good thing.

I reach for the knife again and grip it tight.

My Katie girl’s face looks so helpless right now. Helpless. Hopeless.

Yet I see the way the right side of her mouth is fighting not to flicker a smile at me.

I pump my hips even harder. The bed has moved a good four feet off the wall. We’re in the middle of the fucking room now.

I grunt louder and louder.

I watch the way her tits bounce and jump at my thrusts.

My balls knot themselves up and start to physically hurt .

I slam myself into my Katie girl’s body and growl as I come.

Two quick throbs, spilling myself into depths that we both know no man has ever come close to getting near.

I pull myself out of her and wrap my right hand around my slick cock and stroke.

My Katie girl groans with surprise as the next spurt of hot cum reaches her tits.

I’m not built to have some mediocre orgasm and dribble cum everywhere.

I fuck so I can properly come.

My Katie girl’s body—inside and out—is properly smothered with my cum.

I’ve left a line of ropey release from her tits down her belly, on her mound, and of course, between her legs.

Under her body, on my bedsheets, it’s sopping wet.

My cock continues to throb, continues to release cum.

I climb off the bed and begin the process of untying my Katie girl from my bed.

Right wrist, right ankle. Left ankle, left wrist.

She’s on the bed, not moving, completely paralyzed, waiting for my next move.

I reach and stroke her face.

She looks at me. Tears in her eyes. She smiles.

A tear escapes her left eye and I swipe it up with my middle finger.

I lick my finger, tasting her tear.

I touch her face again.

“Darling, I have something else for you.”

I drag the extra-large dog crate from the closet and have it set up in seconds.

The entire time my Katie girl doesn’t move.

I’ve broken her. I’ve trained her. She’s fully given herself to me.

Right now it’s just about each other. It’s about me and her.

Not about her fiancé, wherever the fuck he is right now.

It’s not about the insane amount of heroin I have hidden in the garage or that I’ve caused a full blown street war with Axel and his guys.

This is about my Katie girl.

It’s about me.

I open the door to the massive crate and I turn toward the bed.

“I told you I was going to lock you into a cage, didn’t I, darling?”

My Katie girl nods.

“Get off my fucking bed right now, darling,” I order. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl into your cage.”

She swallows hard and moves with shuddering groans.

Her body is sore. Her cunt aches. Her insides throb.

My Katie girl does as she’s told.

She’s now on the bedroom floor, on her hands and knees.

She starts to crawl and I lift my right foot and touch her lower back.

“Wait a second,” I growl.

I reach for my bed and grab two pillows and one of the blankets.

I toss them into the cage.

Then I point.

“Now go,” I say.

My Katie girl crawls into the cage. She fits easily with plenty of room leftover too. Maybe I’ve purchased the wrong size…

She remains in place, ass in the air.

I crouch down and reach for her.

I jam my middle finger into her tender cunt and she whimpers.

I make a few wide circles and then I run my finger up to her ass. I feel her tight pucker and I press against it. The exit is now my entrance . My finger slides into her, a little easier than before.

I fuck my Katie girl’s ass with my middle finger for a few seconds.

After I pull away, I order my Katie girl to turn around and kiss me goodnight.

She uses her hands and knees to turn, still acting like my fucking loyal pet.

She looks up at me.

I lower down even more and meet her at the open door of the dog crate.

I kiss her.

I suck her lips. I pull at her tongue.

When I kiss her, she groans.

She wants more.

My Katie girl is fucking insane. And I love it.

I grab her throat and remove my mouth from hers.

“Sleep tight, darling,” I say. “I’ll put a bottle of water in your cage in a bit. Then we’ll use the bathroom before you’ll be locked in there the entire night. And maybe even the entire day tomorrow too. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she purrs. “Yes, of course.”

I kiss her forehead and stand up.

I slam the cage door shut and engage the latch.

I walk out of the bedroom, naked, my cock still mostly hard. I’m always hard because of my Katie girl.

I pour myself a glass of whiskey in the kitchen.

I down the glass and pour another.

Fuck water—my Katie girl can sip whiskey—it’ll help with the pain.