Chapter 29

Kate

Everything is in pain.

This is what I’ve wanted for so long.

I have no idea what time it is. I don’t even care. There is a part of me that worries about my phone. Still disabled. Tossed into my bag.

Chad isn’t a bad man. If he’s texting me and I’m not answering, he’s probably going crazy. I’m not sure what it would take for him to cancel a business trip and fly right back home.

So far, this is what’s happened since I’ve crawled into the cage.

Corbin brought me a glass of whiskey.

I drink it, sip by sip.

It does nothing to quench the intense thirst I have.

I don’t ask for water. I know better.

Corbin returns a short while later and opens the door and allows me to crawl to the bathroom so I can go pee.

When I sit on the toilet, he stands outside the bathroom with the door open.

As soon as I finish, I fall to the bathroom floor and crawl out.

Back into my cage I go.

Corbin locks it.

I’ve made a bed for myself.

Pillows and a blanket.

I’m curled up, feeling achy and tired. My mouth is so dry. The whiskey has definitely made me a little drunk too. All that hard fucking and no water… a glass of whiskey? I’m definitely drunk right now.

Corbin comes back into the bedroom with a bottle of water.

He crouches and opens the cage and tosses the water in for me.

After he locks the door again, he says, “I took care of the other issue for you, darling.”

I stare at him.

I swallow hard.

Corbin is now in jeans, but nothing else. He reaches for his back pocket and takes out my phone.

My heart jumps into my throat.

I want to scream at him that if he has my phone turned on then that means Chad could possibly track me. There will be pings and other tech stuff that I don’t quite understand but I’ve seen in crime documentaries.

“All is well, darling,” Corbin says with an evil grin.

My body shivers. My eyes are wide.

Please tell me the man I’m secretly fucking text my fiancé, pretending to be me…?

“If you ever make that face at me again, darling, I’ll lock you in that cage for days,” Corbin growls.

“I’m… sorry…”

He stands up and stares down at me from outside the cage.

The seconds pass.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Katie. So fucking beautiful.”

Butterflies explode from their decades-long chrysalis in my belly.

Corbin walks away.

I tuck myself in, looking around, reminding myself that I’m in a fucking cage. A dog crate. Locked up.

I’m still naked too.

All I have is a blanket and two pillows.

My wrists and my ankles ache. They’re tender to touch and even more tender to move.

Stripped naked. My ass washed and touched in the shower as I was on my hands and knees. Corbin making me come by just his words. Corbin carrying me to his bed. Corbin tying me up. Corbin using a knife…

Then Corbin fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before in my entire life.

I drink some water and I put my head on the pillows.

Everything aches. Everything is in pain.

Yet I eventually fall asleep with a little smile on my face.

I can’t believe how soundly and comfortably I sleep inside the cage.

I sleep through the night and sleep through the sun rising, filling the bedroom with light.

The only reason I wake up is the sound of the cage opening.

My eyes pop open and I see Corbin crouched down in front of the cage. Holding a cup of coffee. Steam rises from the mug. Then the smell hits me.

The rest of my body wakes up as I start to sit up.

I inch toward Corbin and reach for the coffee mug.

He grabs my hand with his free hand and squeezes. Tight.

Pain surges through every finger.

“How’s your wrists, darling?”

“Perfect,” I whisper.

They’re red. Tender. Sore.

Worth it.

He lets go of my fingers and hands me the coffee cup.

His hand then touches the blanket and moves under it.

When I feel his fingertips touch my left inner thigh, I suck in a breath.

Without question, I part my legs and inch toward his touch. I put my feet together. My legs are in a butterfly kind of position.

Corbin touches my pussy.

My soft, warm pussy. My wetness at his total control and command.

He plays, using two fingers, rubbing my hole, my labia, and teasing my clit.

He takes his fingers away and sucks my wetness off his fingers.

“Do not leave this fucking bedroom other than to take a piss,” he tells me. “I have something to take care of. Still a workday for me.”

I swallow hard and watch him stand up.

Yeah, it’s a workday for sure…

I think about the bakery. I don’t have to be there right now necessarily. I’m okay at the moment. If I skip and miss some orders and things back up, then I’ll be in trouble.

I sip the hot coffee and I groan.

I climb out of the cage and take the blanket with me.

I have to place the coffee mug on the nightstand for a moment so I can wrap the blanket around me.

Now I’m cozy. And I have coffee.

I look at Corbin’s bed and swallow hard.

Then I look back at the dog crate.

I sip the coffee.

I feel hungover. Which I probably am, even after one glass of whiskey. But the truth is that this hangover feeling is more than just alcohol induced. This is sexually induced. I’m hungover from being fucked. For so long… waiting for so fucking long…

Times where I’ve hinted. Where I’ve boldly asked. Times where I’ve gotten drunk and demanded it.

Never to be matched. Never to be heard.

Until now.

Until the command from the right man with the strength and without fear of causing pain… the right kind of pain. The accepted kind of pain.

A consensual pain.

I take a deep breath and feel my body shuddering already.

Tired, sore, yet somewhere in the depths of my body I wanted more.

I walk to the nearest window and look out. I realize the bedroom to the apartment above the garage faces the main lot. There are a handful of cars lined up.

No sign of my car though. That’s parked happily at home.

I should probably send a few text messages. Check in with certain people.

A certain person.

My eyes look to my left hand.

My ring isn’t there. It hasn’t been there. It hasn’t been mentioned either. A forgotten piece of jewelry with an empty promise sitting on the nightstand, that I didn’t pick out, in the house, that I didn’t really agree upon living in.

To use my phone I need to leave this area.

Just in case.

Or… I can keep lying.

You won’t believe what happened! I got a flat tire and went to that garage you mentioned. You know, it’s funny, the guy you told me about… he is big and scary looking.

Guess what he did?

He stripped me naked, fingered my ass, and then tied me to his bed and fucked me so hard I started to cry! And then he made me crawl into a dog crate and sleep there!

Other than that, I’m doing okay.

I suddenly see Corbin come into view.

A motorcycle pulls into the lot.

Followed by a second one.

My heart starts to race a little.

I know I’m not supposed to be watching. I’m not supposed to be looking out the window. This behavior is totally punishable.

I can’t look away.

The first biker climbs off his motorcycle in a hurry and goes right for Corbin.

I gasp.

Words are exchanged and Corbin punches the biker in the face.

I gasp loudly.

The second biker pulls out a gun.

“No,” I say.

My heart races, then sinks.

Corbin moves so fast and so fucking insane…

He pulls out a knife— the same knife he used against my throat, nipple, and between my legs —and he slash’s the biker’s wrist holding the gun.

I can see the biker scream in pain and I can see blood.

Corbin then grabs the strap of the biker’s helmet and he pulls with incredible force, pulling the biker’s face down between the handlebars of the motorcycle.

I watch as Corbin smashes the biker’s face over and over into the gauges on the motorcycle.

He then turns toward the first biker.

That one puts his hands up, blood already running down from the corner of his eye where Corbin punched him.

More words are exchanged and Corbin reaches into his back pocket and takes out some kind of package.

He tosses it to the biker, then points for them to leave the lot.

Corbin turns, looks up and I jump back out of the way.

I stumble back to the bed and sit down.

My hands are shaking. The coffee in the mug shakes too.

Corbin is dangerous. Violent.

A guy who just spent a decade in prison and he just committed a whole bunch of crimes to those bikers. Not to mention whatever it was he gave to the one biker.

I force myself to sip my coffee.

I have to calm down.

If Corbin knows I saw all that…

… I have no idea what he’ll do to me next.