Chapter 37

Kate

I’m happy.

I’m relaxed yet I’m sore. Not achy. Sore. But it’s a different kind of sore. Almost like the soreness you feel after going to the gym or doing something that makes you feel alive and strong.

It isn’t just back there either that’s sore.

My body is just… ahh.

My head on a comfortable pillow, a blanket covering my body.

Yes, I’m in a cage. A crate. Whatever you want to call it.

I’m also in the presence of Corbin. The man I truly love. The man I’ve always loved. The man who takes my heart and gives it purpose. He knows what to do, how to push my limits, how to break my limits, and then how to grab me, hold me, and carry me.

He tucks me into my cage, literally.

He shuts the door and walks away.

I fall asleep, peacefully… his satisfied pet.

It does surprise me how fast I fall asleep. There are a million questions running through my head. Of course I’m thinking about my fiancé. Of course I’m thinking about what to do next. What Corbin wants me to do next.

Maybe I’m just more or less a fuck doll for him. I’ll stay engaged to Chad for as long as I need to be.

I force myself to stop thinking about that.

That’s a different life. A different place. That’s a house with a large walk-in closet in the bedroom, with lights that automatically turn on when you walk by them. That’s a house that always smells clean because it always is clean.

I’m not sure what time it is when I’m awakened by the sound of the cage opening.

The metallic rattling makes my body jump.

Before I lift my head, hands grab my ankles over the blanket and pull at me.

I clutch at my pillow as I’m dragged out of the cage by my ankles.

I open my eyes for a moment and see that it’s Corbin pulling me.

He stares down at me. I know better than to speak a word to him. He does not speak to me.

Once I’m out of the cage, he reaches down and scoops me up with ease.

He cradles me in his massive, strong arms.

I have no idea where he’s going to take me. I don’t ask. Not for fear of punishment, but because I trust him fully and completely.

Corbin turns and crawls up onto the bed. Walking on his knees, on his bed.

Is he…

Corbin places me down onto the bed.

Yes… he is…

He has me in his bed and he grabs the blanket covering my body and pulls it away.

I’m naked, exposed, my body is his body.

My hands touch the bed.

Even in the mostly dark bedroom I can see his eyes looking at me. From my eyes down my body. My nipples knot up, tighten, and ache. My toes curl. My inner thighs pulse. My skin shivers.

I take a slow breath.

Corbin pulls the covers on his bed up and over his body and mine.

My teeth gently begin to rattle together.

I’m filled with excitement.

I’m tired, sore, and excited .

Once we’re under the covers, Corbin uses his right hand and pulls me against him. He turns my body so my back is against his front. His right hand grabs my breasts, one at a time. A firm, painful squeeze to each breast. His left arm sneaks behind my head and wraps around me. Now his left hand touches my chest, holding my right breast. His right hand drops down to my lower stomach.

Finally, his right leg moves over my legs and pulls.

I’m engulfed by him.

When I turn my head, I find myself kissing his muscle-laced forearm.

I smell his rough skin.

I close my eyes and I smile.

Corbin kisses my right shoulder. Then I feel his teeth graze my skin.

He exhales a breath with a subtle growl.

“This is where you belong now, darling,” he whispers to me. “This is where you’ve always belonged.”

My chin quivers as my eyes fill with tears.

The words that echo of heaven from the mouth of the devil.

I find myself wanting to hear Corbin promise me things another man has already done.

I’m suddenly missing being locked in a cage.

I wake up with Corbin on his back, hands behind his head.

His chiseled, devilish chin. There is not one ounce of him that doesn’t scream criminal .

What the fuck is wrong with me?

How can I want this so badly?

At the same time, how can I not?

I gently sneak out of the bed and find my cage blanket on the floor. I use that to wrap around my body and walk out of the bedroom as quietly as I can. The floor is old and creaky. I like that.

When I’m in the kitchen, I look around.

This apartment is crammed and smells old. The walls are still wallpapered. A tattoo of a different time and style. Especially the colors. The brown and yellow. Once super hip and cool but now dated.

I like that.

The kitchen table is a small circle with four chairs.

The wood is old. It’s not totally sturdy. One of the chairs doesn’t match the other three.

I like that…

I turn and look at the counter to the basic coffeemaker. Nothing digital and fancy. Nothing asking about settings, colors and flavors.

It’s just for coffee.

Which I make.

There’s a large, tin can in the cabinet above the coffeemaker. Just some normal brand from the grocery. Nothing imported and fancy and with subtle hints of chocolate .

Basic, cheap coffee.

And in the fridge, there’s whole milk and nothing else.

No flavored creamers. No coconut or almond creamers. No thoughts of organic or non-GMO or whatever the fuck else is worrisome and popular this week.

Yes, I like that.

The coffee mugs don’t match.

I choose a white one that’s been permanently stained on the inside from years of coffee.

I hold the blanket around me and I look out the small kitchen window above the sink.

The view isn’t heavenly. There aren’t rolling hills or water.

I can see old buildings, piles of junked up cars and parts of cars. Everything rusted and forgotten.

The coffeemaker makes it final few spits and a warm hiss.

I look down at the kitchen sink.

It’s just a basic kitchen sink. Cold water. Hot water.

I turn it on and the faucet doesn’t spray evenly.

I can’t help myself but compare everything.

What I have here and what it waiting for me at home .

The notion that a life and love purchased could possibly matter more than love that’s given, shared, earned, and appreciated.

Not that I’m crazy enough to think Corbin loves me.

Well, he does love me. It just depends on the kind of love.

Corbin doesn’t have a 401(k). He doesn’t have retirement plans. He doesn’t play golf all weekend. He doesn’t have pamphlets of vacations scattered around.

I bet if I told Corbin I wanted to go somewhere right now, he’d take me.

I mean, sure, I’d have to suck his cock dry and take ibuprofen for my then aching throat, but it would be well worth it.

I pour myself a cup of coffee, put some whole milk in it, and I stand there, holding the cup, smelling it, smiling ear to ear.

One sip later, Corbin rips open the bedroom door.

He stands there, naked, his huge cock swollen and throbbing.

“I made coffee,” I whisper.

Corbin steps from the bedroom and walks through the small apartment toward me.

The look in his eyes makes me shiver.

My bottom lip quivers.

He doesn’t stop moving, coming closer and closer to me.

Not until he’s close enough to grab my throat with his right hand.

He towers over me.

I gasp for a breath as I feel the pressure of his strength against my neck.

“You can have your coffee, Katie,” his sexy, rough morning voice says. “I’ll wake up to something else.”

Corbin’s hand drops down and he tears the blanket off my body.

I whimper.

He then crouches down in front of me and does not hesitate as he lifts my right leg and places it over his shoulder.

I’m standing there, holding a cup of hot coffee, staring down at Corbin as his mouth moves closer to my pussy.

His hands grab my ass and pull at me.

I groan when I feel his hot, morning breath between my legs.

Followed by his tongue.

His mouth latches to my pussy, drinking me as I soak his lips, tongue, and mouth.

My hand shakes as I bring the coffee cup to my mouth.

The cheap coffee is decent.

Corbin’s tongue slapping my clit is even better.

Corbin’s behind me now, pressing me against the sink.

The coffee mug lay in the sink, cracked into four large chunks.

That’s where he threw the mug, just before spinning me around and grabbing my hips, demanding my pussy for his cock’s enjoyment.

His morning hardness is insane.

He’s pounding me harder and harder. His hands grab at my breasts, squeezing tighter than ever.

I’m soaked, dripping everywhere, unable to control my body. He’s unlocked an orgasm that just doesn’t end. I keep coming, throbbing, spilling …

The sound of him fucking me echoes throughout the kitchen and the apartment.

The creaks of the floors. The front of my legs smashing against the counter and cabinets. The wet sound of his cock forcing itself through my pouring wetness.

Corbin’s mouth kisses my shoulders and then my upper back.

He finally rests at the right side of my neck.

I feel his teeth grab and pull as he grunts.

He then places his chin to my right shoulder.

“I’m going to fill you now, darling. Before I send you home.”

I groan.

I don’t want to leave. But I know I have to.

“Just remember, I’ve always loved you first.”

The words make me gasp.

Corbin then climaxes, filling my body with his warm seed.

Once done, he pulls himself out of my body and smacks my ass, telling me to go find my clothes and to leave.

I walk across the apartment with wobbly legs and cum dripping down my inner thighs.

I don’t bother cleaning myself up either.

I have to put on the dress from the night before and hurry home to shower.

As I walk back through the apartment to leave, Corbin drinks a cup of coffee.

He’s still naked. His cock is still throbbing hard. Still wet from my pussy.

When I’m close enough to him, he grabs my hair and pulls me toward him for a goodbye kiss.

His tongue darts into my mouth, almost stroking the back of my throat, and then he throws me toward the door to leave.

As I open the door, he says, “I love you, Katie.”

I freeze and look back. “I… I love you, Corbin.”

Now I have to go home and wait for my fiancé to return from his business trip.