Chapter 41

Kate

Day 1

The hotel is really nice.

A thirty minute drive, alone, which gave me time to just think.

Only one thing on my mind.

I’m greeted at the front desk by a man in a suit who treats me like I’m a celebrity.

I only have one large suitcase, on wheels, but he insists on bringing it to my room for me.

Room Two-Twenty-Three.

Part of me wished it was two-twenty-two just for the sake of a number that matched so I could somehow use that to explain my feelings for Corbin and that my fiancé sent me here as a kind, maybe romantic gesture, when in reality I still can’t stop thinking if he just told me that he and my best friend were fucking, how that would have solved so many problems.

I’m not a good person.

The hotel room is like an apartment.

The bed is large, way too big for just one person. There’s a balcony that overlooks nothing but trees. It’s quiet and serene. I know I’ll gravitate right to that spot as much as possible. Anything to sort of hide, even though I’m already hiding in a hotel.

There are menus next to the bed. Anything and everything you can think of. From pizza to sushi. I can get anything I want ordered and delivered right to the room.

I guess that’s the point here.

Chad wants me to just relax. To decompress. He’s scared to death that I’m hurting myself and that something really bad is going to happen.

For all I know, this hotel visit is just a rouse. Maybe he’s planning out some kind of treatment thing for me and when I get back home I’ll be told to go somewhere else.

It’s very confusing to think about.

I step into the bathroom and see the separate shower from the bathtub.

The bathtub looks like a small swimming pool, complete with fancy jets for massaging or just to give the allure of a jacuzzi.

That’s where I start.

I run a super-hot bath with some lavender bubbles that fill the room with a relaxing smell.

By the time I strip naked, the bathroom mirror is fogged.

I look down at my chest and the marks from Corbin are mostly faded now. I have no idea how or when Chad saw the marks. Then again, when you live with someone and you wear their engagement ring, things become so normal, you don’t really keep record of when someone sees you naked.

I close my eyes.

This is a gigantic fucking mess. And something about this feels weird.

I step into the super-hot water and groan as I sink down into it.

I spend an hour in that water.

Then I climb out, dry off, wear nothing but a thick robe, and I order pizza and wine.

I eat half the pizza, but drink all the wine.

I’m drunk.

Day 2

I wake to a text from Chad asking me how I’m feeling.

I’m suddenly his patient now?

To top that off, Mary Beth texts a few minutes later, asking the same thing.

I’ve slept naked and the sun is up. I order breakfast before responding to both Chad and Mary Beth.

Somewhere in my head and heart I’m holding out hope that those two are fucking like rabbits right now.

Before breakfast arrives, another text shows up.

DENTIST

That one makes me sit up in bed.

Thought about tracking you down all night long, Katie. Then tying you to your hotel room bed. Face down. So I can have your ass all night.

I shiver and pinch my thighs together.

I sigh.

If that’s what Corbin wants, I’ll text him the address and my room number right now.

But I like the thought of you alone in a hotel room. I don’t know why, Katie. Now show me something. Then I’ll show you something.

My eyes go wide.

My toes curl.

I sink down into the bed a little and pull the sheets down.

My breasts are exposed. The sheets touching my nipples have made them tight and hard.

I rest my head on a pillow and I take a picture of myself as I rest on my right side.

My sleepy eyes and messy bed head. My breasts just… there …

Part of me wants to hate the picture but part of me is excited to send it to Corbin.

I hope he sends me back a picture of his huge cock.

So I have something to look at. So I can fuck myself with my fingers, wishing it was his cock instead.

I send the picture to Corbin.

He responds with one word.

MORE

Then another word.

NOW

I bite my lip and smile.

I find myself already parting my legs.

I reach under the covers with my phone and position it between my legs and take a picture.

When I look at the picture, I see my soft pussy. My curled labia, already wet because of Corbin.

It makes me feel powerful, knowing that my body matters so much to Corbin. Knowing that I can trust him with my body to take me to places…

I send the picture of my pussy to him.

He responds.

Fuck Katie. My cock is rock hard. Now it’s my turn to send you a picture.

I sit up faster than before.

My heart races.

I feel like this is taking forever…

Then a picture comes through.

It’s Corbin, but he’s fully dressed.

And he’s standing in the kitchen of mine and Chad’s house.

I let out an audible gasp.

He’s holding a coffee mug that has a picture of myself and Chad on it.

My hands start to shake.

I take deep breaths.

Just for fun Katie. But I will be going through your bedroom. I’m going to steal a pair of your panties. I need something to jerk off with.

There’s a knock at the hotel room door and I let out a scream.

It’s just breakfast.

My stomach is doing flips.

I drink coffee and orange juice while my breakfast goes cold.

I spend the day waiting for Corbin to text me a picture of my panties… soaked with his cum…

He finally sends me a picture later that night.

A pink pair of panties on his bed, laced with fresh cum.

It makes me insanely jealous.

It takes me forever to fall asleep.

Day 3

I don’t hear from Corbin at all.

Chad checks in with me way too many times.

He’s tiptoeing around questions about us and our life and I want to scream.

Mary Beth suggests that she come to the hotel and we have an all-out girls night , get drunk and trash the room.

I spend most of the day either in bed, in the bathtub, or on the balcony.

It’s very quiet.

It’s very peaceful.

I can’t help but wish Corbin was here with me though.

Day 4

I do feel relaxed.

Have I figured out my life at all?

No.

I have no clue what I want to do next or where I’m going to go next.

Is there still any chance of me actually marrying Chad and having a life with him?

No idea how to actually answer that.

In the bathtub once again I stare at the picture of my cum-soaked panties on Corbin’s bed.

The temptation to touch myself is getting to me.

May I have permission to touch myself? I’ll think of you. I’ll take pictures. I’ll even take a video just for you.

Yes, it’s a risk reaching out to Corbin first.

Maybe he’ll hurry up here and punish me.

Maybe he’ll throw me against the bathtub, bend me over, and smack my ass.

Maybe he’ll tie me to a chair and tease me with his cock. Forcing his monster thickness into my mouth and down my throat. Leaving me unable to breath. Testing my gag reflex. Make me throw up again.

My toes curl tight in the hot water.

Corbin doesn’t respond.

I drain the water from the bathtub, get dressed and go out onto the balcony.

I stand there, my hands gripped on the railing.

I picture Corbin showing up right now, ripping my pants and panties off and fucking me right here, just like this. For the world to see. For the world to hear.

That’s when I close my eyes and I take a long, deep breath.

That’s when reality sets in. When truth breaks through my wall of desire and lust.

Of course I love Chad. I never lied to him. At least not until Corbin showed up. I could have stopped everything that very day. But I didn’t. My choice. My needs. My desires. Corbin ignited them with one touch.

So, yeah, I love two men at the same time. But differently. Much differently.

Chad is… he’s just… he’s a safe bet.

He’ll give me a good, safe life.

Corbin though?

It’ll be hell. But it’ll be heaven in the bedroom.

I can’t do it anymore though.

I can’t live like this.

I can’t end up forced into some treatment center because my fiancé thinks I want to hurt myself.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Fuck.”

I open my eyes and my vision is blurry from the tears.

One thing I know for sure right now?

Someone is going to get hurt.