Chapter 36

Corbin

I gently pull my cock from her ass and watch the pool of cum that follows.

Running from her puckering, perfect ass, dripping into the bath water.

I swear every fucking muscle in my body is tensed up right now.

I reach back and open the drain, allowing the water to flow.

I wrap my right arm around my Katie girl’s body and lift her up.

She touches my right hand, smearing blood.

She looks up at me.

Worried about me. About my hand.

I’m not exactly sure if I should get my hand looked at or not but I really don’t give a fuck.

I sit my Kate girl on the edge of the shower and I turn to face the water.

I wash my body with her eyes glued to me the entire time.

When I turn around I’m facing her, I see her bottom lip quivering.

I reach for her and help her stand.

Her body is tired and sore. And that’s okay.

I pull her against me and she rests her head against my chest.

“You did amazing, Katie,” I whisper to her. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. That was the first…”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“And you’ve wanted that?”

I feel her nod.

My nostrils flare with anger.

How can a woman as beautiful as my Katie girl be in such dire need for so many years? How can she end up so neglected in that department? It’s no wonder she found herself on the path she’s on. That purchased middle-class life where you think about your 401(k) and whatever team your favorite football team is playing on Sunday.

I wasn’t the only one in prison.

I run my fingers through my Katie girl’s hair.

I turn to the side and let the water hit her.

The water soaks her.

My right hand moves from her hair down her back. Down to her ass.

I grab her left ass cheek and pull.

My fingers then gently touch her hole, massaging softly, allowing my cum and the leftover lube to wash away.

She melts into me, groaning and purring.

I then break her away from me and allow her to shower on her own.

I stand at the back of the shower and watch her body. Her hips and ass. The backs of her legs. Even her fucking shoulders. When she washes her hair she faces me, leans back and reaches up. Her tits lift and hold. Marks from where I branded her. Her cute, perked nipples.

There’s no way I’m standing here this entire time like this…

I goddamn pounce on her, grabbing her right tit and planting my lips over her nipple.

My Katie girl screams and slams her nails into my back, scratching.

I roll her nipple between my teeth and pull with aggressive force.

I let her go and then step back once more.

I’m like a ravenous beast that cannot get his fix of hunger.

It’s permanent. My cock throbs every fucking second of every fucking day for my Katie girl’s body.

She finishes showering and I shut the water off.

I wrap a towel around her body and one around my waist.

“Corbin,” she says. “What if…”

I touch her face. “Nothing is going to happen, Katie. Those guys know they were in the wrong. They picked a fight and lost.”

“But what if… I mean, you really hurt them.”

“I should have killed them, Katie. You shouldn’t have stopped me.”

She swallows hard and nods.

I grab her and pick her up, holding her in my arms as I take her to the bedroom.

I place her down on the floor, on her knees.

I touch under chin, making her look up at me.

“I’ve hurt people, darling. I’ve killed people, darling. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Don’t ever stop me again.”

I know what she wants to say right now. She wants to say she was saving me from myself. That she didn’t want me to end up in prison again. That’s her being greedy due to her love for me. Because that’s what love does to a person. It makes them greedy. It makes them stupid.

“Ever,” I whisper.

I swing my right hand— no true choice in the matter here —and I feel my hand connect with her face. Her head snaps to the side but she doesn’t make a sound. She’s a good girl.

My Katie girl looks up at me, blinking through tears.

“I understand,” she says.

“Good. Now crawl to your cage so you can get some sleep.”

My Katie girl doesn’t hesitate. She turns and crawls.

The towel hugs the curve of her ass in a way…

I growl and reach down and grab the towel, forcing it away from her body.

I now watch her crawl naked across my bedroom floor.

Her perfect ass in the air. The sweet, tempting look of her cunt. The soft folds of her labia, all bunched up, making me lick my lips.

My Katie girl crawls into her cage.

I shut the door, engage the lock, and then go into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of whiskey.

I myself need a minute or so here to think.

In prison, everything is planned out. Day by day. Hour by hour.

Freedom can drive a person insane, that’s for sure.

I have enough heroin in the garage downstairs that I’ll be put away for life without question and without a chance at parole.

Mutt can’t handle life on his own, even if he had to do some time literally by himself. But what happened there? He let a guy like Axel come right on through and use our family garage as a place to sort his heroin.

I really should kill Axel.

Toss him into the trunk of a car and dump the car somewhere where it’ll be found in years. By then it’ll just be bones in the trunk.

If I do that, then what?

Then I become the top guy.

I’m not interested in becoming a drug lord. There’s also someone above you. Someone ready to swing the blade and cut your head off.

I finish my whiskey and go back to the bedroom.

I check on my Katie girl.

She’s in the cage, under a blanket, hair wet on a pillow, eyes shut.

She’s beautiful. Stunning.

I sit on the edge of my bed and watch her sleep.

One thing I learned in prison was how to lose track of time. Sitting there, counting seconds and hours would drive someone insane.

So I’m not sure how long I watch my Katie girl.

Here’s what I can tell you.

As my Katie girl sleeps in the cage in my bedroom… she’s smiling.