Chapter 42

Corbin

Of course I’m going to break into my Katie girl’s house and snoop around while nobody is home.

I’ve got the timing down perfectly and know just how to do it without getting caught. I can avoid all the cameras and nobody will ever suspect a thing.

Bypass all this technology and still manage to get to her bedroom and steal a pair of panties for my personal use.

Jerking off into her panties is a temporary high. Worthy of a picture to send to her to make her cunt soaked. And she knows better than to touch herself without my permission either. So it’s the allure of knowing her cunt is wet and her hips are begging to be touched, yet she can’t do it.

Today is the third time I’m in the house.

It’s not all that hard to get into someone’s house.

To wander around. Sift through the mail. Check the bills. Look at credit card statements and see just how the upper middle-class spend their money.

My Katie girl’s fiancé uses one credit card for gas only, for the purpose of points.

That’s how organized this guy is.

That’s how he lives his life.

Meanwhile I’ve got six figures worth of heroin hidden in the wall of my garage.

The house is so clean and smells so fake.

I go back upstairs but this time I go into the bathroom.

I open the glass shower door and look at the spacecraft looking setup they have here. Fucking shower heads and jets galore. You can wash your hair, get a back massage, and be jerked off all at the same time.

Is that what my Katie girl wants? Does this make her happy?

Now I’m starting to contemplate really killing Axel after all.

I can take him out, wipe out most of his crew, deal with whoever is above him, and start my own thing. Huge risk and lots of work, but the rewards will be insane. You’re talking seven figures a month, maybe more. Pure cash. All mine.

I can buy my Katie girl ten houses like this one.

I can buy her a fucking house anywhere in the world too.

Want to take a hot bubble bath and look out a window and see the Eiffel Tower, darling? Here you go…

Look at me right now.

Damn near falling apart and succumbing to this lifestyle.

I reach for her bottle of shampoo.

It smells heavenly, just like her.

Just one whiff and my cock begins to ache and throb.

I take the bottle of shampoo with me into the bedroom.

I hurry and open the top drawer of her dresser and grab the first pair of panties I find. Then I pause. I look to my right. Back to the bathroom.

Shampoo bottle in hand, I’m back in the bathroom and I look at the laundry basket tucked away in the corner.

It takes me all of two seconds to find the black dress she wore the night we went out.

I place the dress on the bathroom sink and shake my head.

Really, Corbin? This is where it’s at now? This is more than just lust and passion and taking control. This is more than just love too.

I don’t give a fuck.

I grab the dress and hold it to my nose and take a deep breath.

I smell my Katie girl.

I smell her body. Her skin.

I smell that night.

And, yes, I move the dress as needed so I can smell everything else .

Her cunt. Her ass. Everything.

I open the lid on the shampoo bottle to let the smell lift into the air.

I unzip my jeans, pull my cock free and stroke with force.

The dress stinks of her cunt.

Her wet, slippery cunt. Her warm honey. He delicious… pie…

I grunt.

My mind is running out of terms to compare.

I take deep breaths, smelling all of my Katie girl.

In my head, I’m reliving the entire night.

The dress on the bathroom floor. Her in the shower on her hands and knees. Fingers in her ass. Then my cock thrusting into her ass…

I grunt again.

I lick my lips, dreaming of the taste of her body. Wanting to wet my lips with her cum. Wanting to playfully tug at her clit, then move up her body and forcefully bite her nipple.

My hand moves faster and faster. I’m pulling at myself with such speed and force my balls smack off the edge of the bathroom counter.

It hurts a little. I don’t give a fuck.

Finally, I drop the dress down to the counter, position my cock and shoot my load onto it.

My cum drapes the top of the dress, right where my Katie girl’s tits would be pouring out of if she wore it right now. Then a long rope down the middle. Then a hearty mound of cum right where her cunt would be.

I squeeze my cock and make sure every last bit of me is on her dress.

I take deep breaths, gritting my teeth.

I need to roll up the dress and toss it back into the hamper. Then I need to wash my hands and get the fuck out of this house. For good too.

Enough playing this stalker game.

That’s twice now I’ve jerked off onto a piece of my Katie girl’s clothing.

My next load is for her. Personally.

Maybe down her throat. Maybe in her ass. Maybe deep inside her warm cunt.

I tuck my cock away and reach to turn on the faucet.

I feel an unexpected and sudden jolt of pain to the back of my head.

It takes me a second to realize someone has just struck with something to the back of my head.

I stumble against the counter and start to turn.

The same object smashes off the side of my head.

That’s when everything goes black.

Reality slips back in and I find myself tied to a chair. I have one fuck of a headache, that’s for sure.

My first and only concern right now is my Katie girl.

That’s because I figure this is Axel’s doing.

He stabbed Mutt. I showed up and killed two of his bodyguards and got him shot.

So he follows me to my Katie girl’s house and attacks me.

Meaning he knows where my Katie girl lives.

I’ve put her in danger.

I pull at my wrists and feel the rope isn’t all that tight. I can definitely get out of this with a little time and movement.

I look down and see that my ankles are free. Not tied to the chair.

Axel sucks at this…

I can literally just stand upright and start slamming the chair off a wall until it shatters.

Then I’m free and clear.

That’s a big red flag if you ask me.

This feels like a…

“Yeah, go for it, stand up and walk out the front door,” a voice says from behind me.

I do stand up, hunched forward, but I turn around to see who’s talking to me.

It’s not Axel’s voice, that’s for sure.

When I turn and look forward, I simply cannot believe my eyes.

It’s my Katie girl’s fiancé.

Sitting at the dining room table with a glass of whiskey in front of him.

His tie loosened, feet up on the table, staring at me.

There’s also a bloody hammer on the table.

The weapon used to knock me out.

“Well then,” I say.

Yeah, I’m not prepared at all for this.

I didn’t realize this guy had the balls to attack me.

“You’ve been fucking my fiancée,” he says.

“No,” I say. “You’ve been fucking my girl. She was mine first. Mine all along. You were just a placeholder with big dreams.”

That gets to him right away.

He grabs his glass of whiskey and jumps and runs toward me.

He douses my face in whiskey.

I lick my lips and groan with enjoyment at the taste.

“I’ll smash your face in with this glass,” he says.

“No, you won’t. This isn’t like the movies. You smash that glass and you’re going to be cut up pretty bad. You’ll need stitches. Little pieces of glass in your hand for a while too.”

He crouches down and stares me in the eyes. “Why? Why…?”

“I already told you,” I say. “She was always mine.”

My Katie girl’s fiancé rubs his face and steps back, hitting the table.

“I know all about you. Her best friend told me. You’re a scumbag. A drug dealing criminal who spent ten years in prison.”

“And you kept my dinner waiting for me,” I say. “Can’t say you kept it warm because you never once fucked her the right way. You have no idea what to do with her.”

“You put those marks on her body.”

“She wanted me to. Begged me to do it. I bit her tit and nipple so fucking hard. I pulled and thrashed my head. I tied her up too…”

“Fuck you!”

“That’s right. I tied her up and slide a knife between her legs. Then I locked her in a cage all night. She’s my good girl pet.”

He lunges forward and punches me in the face.

My head barely snaps back.

He does make my nose bleed though.

Yet at the same time, he turns, clutching his fist.

“First time you’ve ever hit someone?” I ask with a laugh.

He reaches for the hammer. “I should break your jaw so you can’t talk.”

“Oh, I don’t need to talk for you to know things,” I say. “You can see it in my eyes. You know where my mouth has been. And you know my cock is twice your size. And you’re now realizing that all these years you had a wild vixen right next to you. The kind of woman that likes her ass played with. And fucked.”

My Katie girl’s fiancé screams and starts hitting the table with the hammer.

Over and over.

Losing his fucking mind even more.

I quickly start to twist my wrists and find the ends of the rope.

Honestly, this is the worst tie up job I’ve ever seen in my life.

Even if he wanted to tie up my Katie girl and fuck her, he wouldn’t be able to do so.

I’m free of the chair in seconds.

He stops hitting the table but doesn’t turn.

“She said yes to me,” he says. “To my proposal. She’s sucked my cock more times than I can count. Swallowing down my hot jizz. I’ve eaten her sweet pussy so many times too. Oh, such a sweet and tasty pussy. But she’s just some fucking whore. There’s a million of her. I’ll have her replaced in a day. She’s nothing but some generic little cunt.”

I grab the back of his neck and throw him across the dining room into a wall.

My right hand has the hammer and I swing.

He ducks down and the hammer smashes into the wall.

I’m quick to lift my right knee, smashing it against his face.

I feel his nose shatter.

His head jerks back and hits the wall.

Just like that he’s on the floor.

I pull the hammer out of the wall.

“Generic?” I growl. “Just some fucking whore? That’s my Katie girl you’re talking about. Nobody talks about her like that.”

I stomp down on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Then I step on his left wrist.

I swing the hammer down, smashing his left hand.

He screams. Very loud.

I repeat the same motion over and over until he’s out of screams.

His fingers are now all bloody, broken, crooked, and I see some bone fragments sticking out.

When I step away from him, he curls up, crying.

I toss the hammer away.

“I don’t need a fucking weapon for you,” I say. “I’m going to kill you with my bare hands. I’ll dump your body somewhere behind my garage and nobody will find you. And nobody will give a fuck about you.”

I grab his shirt and lift him with ease.

I punch him. Once.

Then a second time.

His left eye can’t open.

There’s blood everywhere.

He then smiles at me. Something I don’t expect.

“Smile,” he manages to whisper, his mouth full of blood.

I drop him down and look around.

He coughs and tries to laugh but can’t.

“It’s… uploaded… already…” He coughs and groans. “You’re… fucked…”

Yeah, he’s right for sure.

I am completely and totally fucked right now.

I let my Katie girl get to me. She fucked up my heart. Fucked up my head.

Fucked up my life.

I turn and swing my right foot, kicking my Katie girl’s fiancé in the face, sending him rolling to his right, going limp.

I walk through the house and out casually.

If I take off right now… I can get away.

I can disappear.

I can leave all this behind me once and for all.

But that would mean no more of my Katie girl.

I can’t allow that.

I’m too addicted to her to just let go.