LGBTQIA2S: How to deal with a transgender friend

The first, and most important, thing you need to remember is that your partner is the same person you fell in love with before. Their sexuality does not change their personality. No matter how hard it may be at first, keep chanting the mantra in your head before you act on any impulses. And if you already did, apologize and take the following steps to be a better partner for your transgender companion.

Educate yourself

I must mention that if this would be the first time educating yourself on a new topic, you are failing the entire human race and all the coming generations. Anyhow, do you know that the transgender community identifies according to the person’s identity and gender expression? It is confusing, but Human Rights Campaign has helped explain the difference here.

Read that and more articles to show your partner that you care. Learn about challenges faced by the community, how to be a good ally, non-binary gender, and more.

Ask what you don’t know, don’t assume

Many reasons show that using the correct pronoun is essential for body positivity. During the process allow them to be comfortable in their skin and at their own pace. Also, ask them what their preferred pronouns are. It is rude to assume. It is hard living in a body that’s not yours, doesn’t make their names hard too.

Give yourself space to feel it

It’s new, and you don’t know what it’s all about, nor do you know how to react to it. That is fine, take a deep breath, we prefer honesty to fakers. Your relationship just changed, and you are allowed to grieve and take an adjustment period. Don’t trash your feelings to focus on your partner’s, because you count too in this equation. openly voice your worries and concerns, it is hard out there for the transgender community, so it’s best to be on the know-how.

Also, learn effective ways to communicate with your partner to avoid being overly critical and angry.

Listen

You might think you know everything, but you don’t. you do not know what is best for your partner, only they know that. All you have to do is ask and listen to what they say. Humans have an uncanny way of only hearing what they want. Make your relationship healthy, which means no pressure. Make your environment safe for them to communicate to you about their needs. Be their safe haven away from heaven and a beacon of positivity.

Talk sex

There are Ways you can respectfully talk about sex with your trans lover. Many people avoid the topic altogether for fear of saying the wrong thing and upsetting their partner. However, that only leaves room for hurtful assumptions. The whole experience will be a bummer rather than a fun adventure. Start the conversation as a casual chat about likes and dislikes, then delve into needs. This way, the spotlight isn’t on your partner alone.

In conclusion, keep in mind that your relationship is not defined by your partner’s identity. Also, encourage your partner to reach out to LGBTQ communities for support through their journey. A community outside your relationship helps your partner feel accepted and secure.

Signs that you are regretting a breakup

If you are looking for someone to tell you that your ex is miserable, that is not me. I have watched couples break up and wish they hadn’t, but none of them take the step to get back together for many reasons.

-          They have found other people who equally bring joy to their lives

-          Their relationship was toxic

-          They are better off single.

So before we delve into finding out whether you or your partner regrets your break up, just know that no one leads their lives as “miserable”. I mean, come on, we have KFC now, and even better door delivery, who can be miserable when you can eat chicken in less than 15 minutes? No one no longer has to run after the chicken and then slaughter and cook it before eating. If you get what I mean.

And to be honest, coming back is just toxic.

How long does it take?

There is no timeline that shows how long it takes for an ex to regret breaking up. It may take years, an hour, or a social media post. Will they ever regret it? Yes, they will, but there is no guarantee they will reach out, especially if both of you are egotistic. So hold on tight, because you are most definitely both hard-headed.

They want to be friends

Well, no hiding that. This is the most toxic trait with excess, that is why I suggest blocking them on all social networks, and if possible blocking them physically too. You know what I mean. Do not encourage the toxic in and out of bed. Every time there is a new issue.

 However, some relationships thrive on rebounding on one another, seek a therapist or find a partner that understands that you love the rebound thrill.

They apologize for the breakup

Don’t be confused here. If they apologize and then start showing affection, then they regret the breakup. A mere apology does not count. Some people were just raised right, and they feel bad for breaking your heart or saying mean things to you.

An ex may reach out soon after the breakup or later on because they regret their behavior and how they handled the situation, or how they treated you. Once that’s done, they’ll be in the wind again. But if they try and redeem themselves, asking to meet and see you because they miss your laugh, then DING DING DING! You got yourself a simp. I hope they were good to you because you are definitely getting back together.

They reminisce about the past

First, they’ll talk about what they’re facing in their current relationship then start talking about what they miss about you. First, I hope you know that there is really nothing wrong with that other relationship. Everything is dandy and perfect, except there is no love as you had before.

That’s basically it, the love is different, just that. They are probably lazy and don’t want to learn a new way of loving someone, don’t be fooled. Advise them to be more accepting and adapt to their new relationship, you don’t want a lazy partner. And if this is you, stop being afraid of putting in the work in the new relationship.

They are also probably just scared of being alone. This is a known fact. Your partner is single for the first time in a while and for a brief moment, they panic. And they text you. That’s why you will both end up in bed together, but not together, and repeat the circle until they can find another partner. Facts!

They are happy about your new relationship

Huh, isn’t that obvious? They are happy but watch out for those sweet messages. They will try to hide it but will let a sly comment pass by, showing that they are completely disinterested. Or they’ll start giving you relationship advice. That is the time they will start talking about how good their current partner is as if you both don’t know it’s a defense mechanism.

They stalk you

And I don’t mean viewing your Facebook story or post. That is not stalking. Those just appeared in their timeline. I’m talking about Joe. “Hey there, you don’t know I’m here yet. But you will. Soon. Because I can fix that. I can fix…you” type of stalking.

This type of stalking, you never see, believe me. A stalker never reveals themselves. However, they will sell themselves out with a slip of the tongue. They will act like they don’t know what’s happening in your life, but one time you will catch them dead in their lives.

I mean, how does someone know where to drop you off if you’ve only lived there a month? Mark you, you broke up six months ago. Or bump into you in front of your office, when they clearly have no business being there. Lol.

The bottom line is, it is not easy to know if someone regrets a breakup. They may or they may not, and until you can figure that out, avoid jumping to conclusions. You may end up badmouthing someone who doesn’t give a wink or a crook about your previous relationship. And stop waiting for them to regret, have some pride, and move on. There is plenty of fish in the sea.

How do you prevent your girlfriend from cheating on you?

Fear of cheating is real, especially if your girl is hot and rare. Men can see such women from a mile away and they’ll try to take her away from you. So don’t be laid back and expect your girl to naturally stay faithful, take steps to ensure that she does.

A common misconception is that faithful woman stays even when they are enticed by good things. I’m here to tell you that a good woman will leave you if they are enticed by good thing, especially if you do nothing of the same. She will leave because you don’t take her on dates for someone who does, believe it.

 

Have an agreement

Talk to her about how you feel about cheating and that you love her and wouldn’t wish to lose her. It is important to know that there is no problem with expressing your feelings. Your feelings should be heard, and ladies love when they hear a man admit them.

Talk about her communicating to you if your work takes you away from her and you don’t realize it. Make it okay for her to halt you in your tracks. Don’t shut her down talking about working for your future. What kind of future are you going to have if you don’t have your woman?

Many women are not impressed by expensive dates and fancy dinners. So leave work and go home to a cup of noodles and your woman. Money is not everything. Don’t be a slave to your boss, that goes without saying. Not unless you are paid for overtime, do not act like an idiot.

Also, take that leave, not everything is about money!

 

Do some damage control

Get a spy app that you’ll install on your partner’s phone to keep track of what they do. Do this as a way of knowing her better and finding sweet things you can do for them that they’ll appreciate. This will give you access to other things they may be doing that may lead to cheating, that is where damage control comes in. if she is talking to some guy, start running interference.

If they plan on meeting, use that time to surprise her with a date. Do not use the app as a way to catch her, not unless you want the relationship to end. Constantly blocking any suspicious interactions will divert her attention back to you. Remember to always be sweet to her, and don’t reveal your ways. Keep that a secret as well.

If she loves you, a little obsession will please her. A lady with nothing to hide will not mind this. If she gets angry, she’s hiding something.

 

Tend to your relationship

Attention is everything to your girlfriend. Let her know that you see her and feel her. Let her know that you can do anything and everything to make her feel better in times she needs it. Women are not silly, they see the effort and appreciate it. They will naturally stop entertaining other men once they see that your dedication to her is unwavering.

She may do some things to gauge your reaction, don’t be a fool. If she wanted the other guy, she’d be with him instead of you. Imagine the relationship as a flower garden or another analogy that fits your imagination, and do what you’ll do to your garden to keep the flowers blooming. Water the plants, add manure, and constant weeding.

Play with her

women are like children, only they are not interested in hide and seek. Probably the adult kind. That applies even after you've had kids and grown old. Indulge her whim often, keep her feeling young and loved, and there will be a special place for you in heaven. 

 

In conclusion, your relationship is not on cruise control. Take your relationship on different levels every couple of years. Women get bored easily, and if they have nothing new in their life to talk about and be excited about, they feel frustrated.

 

Life has been quite simple for Meg, she has had her fair share of hiccups along the way, but to her, all was worth it to be where she was in her life. She lived in almost the biggest house in the valley with her boyfriend of two years. She did her best to maintain her current position. She cooked, cleaned, and maintained a quiet demure at all times to ensure her boyfriend didn’t think her to be too much. She had learned that being devoid of personality was how to keep a man.

She asked for nothing and often took half of what was offered. Her boyfriend offered her a lot, but she knew it was always a test to see if she was wise and she never fell for his lousy trap. She was not silly, and she wasn’t going to let her needs get in the way of being a good woman.

Jay was a good man. He never raised his voice at her or got cross with her. They had been friends for a long time before they decided to engage romantically and she had been more than glad. She had, however toned down her personality after that, it often got in the way, and she wasn’t about to be too much.

But when Jay got home that day, he wasn’t happy. Meg was cross with herself, she couldn’t figure out what she had done wrong. So for a few hours, she ensured she was the sweetest and softest person in the house. She made dinner fast, changed the sheets on the bed, showered with more body wash, wore the most conservative clothes, and she spoke so gently he wouldn’t have a reason to be angry. She saw what she had become, but this was best.

“Why do you keep doing this, Meg?” Jay finally spoke.

She did not know what she had done wrong. So she gently laid on his chest. Flung her bare leg over his torso and gently stroked his rough beard. She had to soothe him, she couldn’t lose him.

“What do you mean?”  She asked. Jay began stroking her bear leg and she knew she had succeeded in calming him down, her soft body often did that.

“I feel like you do not consider me as part of your life Meg. I have tried everything. What is it that I’m doing wrong?”

Meg was stunned and sat up to process. What would he think that she was the inadequate one. She was barely keeping up her act, if he didn’t marry her soon, she would snap and show him the pompous bitch she is.

“You are doing nothing wrong, my love. Everything is perfect. Let’s go to sleep now. You have a long day tomorrow.” she settled back on this chest and closed her eyes. Jay breathed slowly beside her, but he did not go to sleep. He thought about everything he had done the past two years and what he had possibly done to lose the jovial, carefree woman he wanted in his life.

The next morning, Jay got up way before her and began preparing for work. He made breakfast and picked out his clothes by himself. Meg woke up not three minutes after him and his efforts quickly become fruitless. She was running around in a frenzy, apologizing for everything on her path. Jay finally touched her shoulder and gently asked her, “Why do you keep doing this?”

“I want to be the ideal wife. The one you will consider marrying. Meek and inexpensive. Isn’t that what you want?” she asked, bewildered that she had to explain her actions to this man.

Jay rubbed his forehead in frustration.

“Can we please go out for dinner today and talk about this?”

“No need for that, we can talk at home, I’ll prepare some chicken and rice, saves us a lot you know.” She suggested.

“No. We will be going out. I don’t see how a night out does not help us save.” For the next three minutes, Meg explained how everything fit together until Jay interrupted her.

“I insist. I’ll pick you up at 4pm. I’ll get off work early. And no, you can come on your own.” She was actually about to protest.

That evening Jay took Meg on a small adventure. He sat her down in a nice restaurant and asked her to order exactly what she wanted, not what would save money. Meg finally decided to come clean.

“In your own words, what is the meaning of being expensive, Meg?” He finally asked.

“You know, asking for things you really don’t need just to make your life look great and comfortable.” She retorted, sipping her drink softly.

“Is that why you hand wash, cook all the time, and barely have any time to spend with me? You are always too tired even for the things I know you like.”

“What do you mean everything I like.”

Jay spent the next few minutes telling her everything he knew about her from his earlier days of stalking her. He knew exactly who she was, and for some time now, he thought he had done something wrong to her.

“Wanting to live a comfortable life is not being expensive. It’s the minimum requirement for this life. And if anyone ever told you that you were expensive, it’s because they are selfish and couldn’t handle the woman you are. I will always work hard to get you everything you want, that’s a promise.”

The next day after a long conversation about her conservative clothes, Jay comes home with bags of new clothing. Everything he knew she would like. He especially loved the jeans and how they hugged her butt.

“Be who you are, Meg. That’s the woman I am about to marry.”

 

 

 

 

Damsel Not by Natasha Chepkemoi

 

CHAPTER 1

Katie scanned the crowd in the local bar once more, her eyes moving through the faces, slowly, lest she'll miss her chance, she was desperate, and she knew it, but relentlessly she searched for her catch tonight. It had been twenty-eight long days since she had been properly fucked and she couldn't stand any gentler souls, she needed a monster to ravish her tonight.

Four years ago, Katie grew her balls, she knew what she wanted, knew how to get it, and finally knew what it felt like, since then she vowed never to let herself be held down from the desires she sought. That night, on the 19th of September, she put her foot down and decided to command her pleasure. She believed a good time, however, it came, was worth breaking all the rules for, after all, how many times do we get to live?

She made a solid pact with herself, mind-body, and soul, to never be a stereotype of sexual pleasures and never let a man dictate her very short life for tomorrow is not promised. Katie since then has had every man her eyes fell upon, every man that stirred her desire. She sought the best in the crowd because she did not see a need to deprive herself of the abundance of male testosterone. Her conquests were never less than 6 feet tall, strong, well-built, and unquestionably handsome. She often said to her friend Calile, 'It’s a sea, why not hunt the shark.'

She took a long sip of her wine and sighed. It was almost time for her to head back home, but sadly with no conquest. Well, there goes my orgasms, add my sanity to the mix as well. Her libido has been angered, the past month has been hell, and her sex life derailed, too busy at work to pay attention to any man who walked past her, and now her body was rioting, and she could no longer hold it together, for fear of her sanity.  

Soon, she'll be forced to hunt the lesser appealing subset of the male species, maybe what she sought was there and not where she was currently looking, and failing if so. Sitting there on the bar stool, alone, sipping her wine slowly, she assessed herself. Today she chose a red dress that brought out her black eyes. With her red dress, simple lipstick, and heart-shaped hair clip she looked alluringly charming, and attractive, and knew she could arouse desire in any man that saw her, she looked angelic, fragile, innocent, and even, if possible pure. So many of the gentlemen had approached her, wanting to show her a good time, more than she had ever known before. They were fooled, many are except her. She was not innocent let alone pure, she was by far not any of those, she was a Succubus at heart and her demon had to be sated, but luck was not on her side today.

She thought of taking home one of the males who had approached her so far.

Maybe Matt will do, after all, he's like a man ready to please her enough to do anything and everything she asked. She contemplated taking him home with her and counting her losses.

But she knew she couldn't. It was against all she stood for if she slept with a man who approached her, her mood would be dismal. In all the years, she picked out her men and made no compromises. She was precise in what she sought in her men and watched them for a while checking all the boxes to ascertain that she will incur minimal to no disappointments when fucking. And it has always worked for her, and now she thought, maybe her system was starting to fail her; maybe she needed a new one, or a new place, location, or a new sea.

She sighed in a resigned tone and asked for the last refill so she can head home. Her body will have to endure that one more night writhing and groaning, her desire wanting, between her silk sheets with very little to do to sate her wants. She'll make herself jizz maybe once to ease the ache and catch some sleep before her body demanded more.

The bartender slid a glint of whiskey onto her and took her empty glass with him. Katie looked up and with all the control she could master, called back the bartender and spoke to him as politely as possible. The last thing she needed was to snap at a bartender because she was on a dry spell.

“I’m sorry sir, but this is not my drink. I did not ask for this." She said almost sharply, with a hint of pretentious modesty.

"Yeah, that's actually from the gentleman by the corner." The man said and walked away to attend to other customers.

Katie raised her head and came face to face with an antagonizing pair of grey eyes that slowly turned a darker shade as she stared. Katie felt her libido wanting to explode like fireworks lighting up Nairobi’s skyline on New Year’s. Her sex began to throb, her ears burned and her hands become clammy on the glass she swore there was mist there. He was staring right at her, unfazed and not blinking, so she did the same. She never backs down from a staring contest, never. That's how she exerted control, and she had a feeling, the form of all maleness in front of her knew it.

Dressed in tight blue jeans and a black t-shirt, his biceps bulging making her fingers itch to just touch them, aching to dig her fingers into his back muscles as he made her scream her orgasms till sunrise. She has never considered a man who approached her attractive, she never saw the beauty in taking what you did not work for, including seducing a man to allow her to strap a belt on his neck, choke him as she forced him to thrust harder into her and watched as he lost control of his orgasms, his face marred with big popping veins as he comes and fought for his breath. But today she wanted that very man because he wasn't just a man, he was the man.

She raked her eyes down his chest, and as if he knew, he stood slowly, giving her all of him to ogle.  A huge grin split on the edge of his mouth as he noticed the approval in her eyes. He was of the perfect height, almost a clean six foot six, and strength radiated from his aura. He began to take long steps toward her and Katie couldn't help but stare at those long legs. Damn, of the picture of her strapped in between them as he took his belt to her ass multiple times just to give her the thrill.

All maleness and testosterone come to a stop in front of her and her eyes came in contact with his. His skin was a darker shade than hers and her tongue almost rolled out from her mouth to have a taste. She subconsciously took the glass of whiskey and downed the whole thing before she realized what she had done.

She knew better than that, never should she allow herself to take the hard stuff when her heat was that high, she become more restless and nothing could bring her down on her own. Well except for the touch of a really strong man like the one before her.

"Hi, I'm Jake."

 A baritone voice rang in her ears and straight to her sex. She was now drenching. Thank God for her African genes because she is sure as hell could be flashing crimson right now. A larger hand stretched out in search of hers. Katie glanced at the hand shudders her whole body shedder. A network of veins popped on his hand and she touched everyone, tracing each with the tips of her fingers she felt their pulse. She imagined his large palm holding her secure, touching her most delicate places, like her waist as he moved her up and down Mr. Victor. She felt another shudder run through her body, her thighs clenched and goose bumps rose on her skin.

"Hi, I'm um, Katie, and um, thank you for the drink, but tonight is not a whiskey night," Katie said, trying as much as she could to hide her arousal. Even though Jake had seen her clench her thighs and knew what was happening.

"How about we go all the way and make it a whiskey night," Jake said as he pulled a chair next to hers.

Jake sat so close to her that she felt his body heat radiating to her and had to control her Succubus from swooning all over the place. She truly was taken, and never before had her Succubus swooned. Jake looked at her, and his eyes dropped to her full lips painted a seductive shade of red and grinned, he wanted to kiss those lips but if he asked her, Katie would prefer biting. But nobody was airing their flirty-kinky linen yet.

She nodded and Jake raised his hand to get the bartender's attention and Katie's eyes followed the movement. Her eyes were fixated on a tattoo on his upper arm. She wanted to ask but knew she shouldn't, lest she'll ruin all the fun of figuring him out or letting him trust her enough to divulge such details, so she just lowered her eyes to her fingers and settled herself on her seat.

She sat like a naive 21-year-old. She could feel Jake's eyes on her, taking her whole form in. The colors were most misleading, she looked like a cute kitten, whilst she was a beautiful lioness, but she'd let him figure that out on his own.

Two double whiskey glasses were placed before them and Katie eyed hers warily. She needed to be stupefied to pull this off. If not, she'll find herself going home alone if she couldn't make her mind forget that this guy hit on her first, she hoped he'd be able to ask him to leave after all her pleasures were sated. She'll have to wake Isha to drop the man to wherever place he came from.

"Shots" Jake called out as if he read her mind.

"Yes please."  She answered softly. Creating a false allure of who she truly was.

Jake yelled at the bartender who hurriedly poured four shots in front of us and we each took two tot glasses.

"To tonight,' Jake bellowed and a smile flushed before they both tipped their glasses. Katie, as per her routine, drummed the table in front of her. She relaxed only to find Jake looking at her with what looked like fascination in his eyes, that's interesting.

“Burns," she explained even if one wasn't asked of her. Jake looked at her and took the other glass and raised it towards her to another toast and they downed the other shot. Katie accustomed, once again drummed the table. This time she laughed her drums out and looked back at Jake with smoldering eyes and her body feeling giddy and knew Succubus had approved of this male too. this male his whiskey and downed the whole glass and Katie raised her eyebrows at the challenge. Well, she wanted to be stupefied after all. So she took her glass and swallowed without averting her eyes, but this time she did not drum and knew Jake would ask why.

"It wasn't shot." She offered.

Jake nodded in agreement and did not probe further. For the first time in his life, his silence was not seen as weird. For the first time, he had hit on a woman, bought her drinks, earned smiles without flaunting his car keys, and was about to take a beautiful woman to the dance floor. He couldn't ruin this by probing too much.

Katie was led to the center of the dance floor by strong arms and she couldn't help but smile. She looked at the man towering above her as he turned her face away from him. Jake slowly pulled her towards him, slowly for fear of coming on too strong, and was rewarded, by a swift swirl of hips against his crotch, and he high-fived himself. If he hadn't just scored, let it be known, for eons and eons that he was a lesser man.

Katie moved slightly against Jake sensing how uptight he might be. Her generous African genes granted her the art of seductively swaying hips without much effort, she could sway rhythmically and make Jake jizz in his pants if she wanted to, but to satisfy her Succubus well, she had to keep this man’s pride. She therefore decided, therefore, measured dances and sways only intended on seduction, once she had him cuffed she'd unleash her true self and take all she wanted.

Katie's body moved against Jake smoothly. Jake's hands constantly came to grope her ass but moved away swiftly before he could mess things up. Katie felt his restraint and hated it, she wanted him to loosen up and be the man her dangerously outraged libido sought. But Katie didn't know that Jake has had a lifetime of practice in seducing women. She was a conquest, and conquests were to be left wanting more. They were to be given an allure of a man afraid to disrespect them until of course there is no turning back. Jake had to land this, he had to have her, as innocent and pure as she looked, and he didn't want to mess this one up.

Jake assessed her and wondered f it was too soon to ask her to his place, what if she was just looking for a good time on the dance floor? It wouldn’t be the first time a woman slapped him across the face for asking.

Katie felt Jake’s body tense behind her and waited to know what was amiss.

Jake brought his lips to her ears and nipped a little earning a giggle from her and he felt triumphant. All the odds were aligned for him, he couldn't miss this shot. Little did he know he was the hunt and not the hunter.

"Let's get out of here."

"Thought you'd never ask," Jake couldn't hide the shock in his eyes but as quickly as it came he regained his composure.

"One shot then we head out." Jake tagged Katie behind him as he made his way to the counter. He couldn't let her change her mind. He raised his hand and four tot glasses were placed in front of them.

"I can't take two more, I'll pass out." Katie slurred her words as she looked at Jake who grinned and handed her one tot.

"Only one is yours, Kitten. I don't want you passing out on me yet." He smiled, took a tot glass, and donned the contents simultaneously as Katie watched his Adam's apple bobbing seductively. A new wave of desire assaulted her; they couldn't get out of there fast enough. She took her drink and as soon as she placed her glass down, a bottle of Jack was handed to Jake who took it and hurriedly left with her hand still in his. Well, she truly will be stupefied, but one thing she knew, she always had the best sex when high and drunk. So it was a win-win situation.

Jake headed for the valet stand. Katie tried to hand over her card but Jake snatched it and looked at it for a few seconds then turned to face Katie.

"We are going to my place." He looked at her expectantly praying to all that is Holy that she couldn't resist.

Katie's eyes widened and that's when she realized how screwed she was. She never went to a man's house before, that's why she initiated the talks. In her town apartment, she could fuck and dismiss easily. What Jake was asking she didn't know how to handle.

Jake sensing her reluctance offered another mood-lightening comment that he knew she needed to hear.

"You can leave whenever you want."

"Promise?" Katie slurred.

"Promise."

 

 

 CHAPTER 2

A black car pulled up in front of her and the driver hopped out and came to where Jake stood.

"Ready to go Mr. O'Brien?"

"Yes."

The driver opened the rear door and Jake led a slightly drunk Katie into the car, closed the door, and cycled to the other side. Katie watched him jump onto the seat next to hers and noticed that his demur was not yet fazed. He still wasn't affected by the five shots he had taken while she was growing droopy with only three.

His driver hopped on and quickly accelerated the car to Jakes' apartment. Throughout the ride, Katie couldn't help but notice how out of her comfort zone she was. She wanted to be the sadist she is tonight, but how could she be outside of her home? She needed this and she couldn't let herself compromise. She slowly turned to face Jake who was openly taking in what sat next to him. His eyes were darkened with arousal and the deep desire she sought and she had to be home to explore all that.

"Let's go to my house." She said her voice sweet and delicate, like a kiss of death. Jake took a well-needed sigh and jacked his head toward the driver. Katie gave him thankful puppy eyes and rattled out her townhome address to the driver and sat back more content. Her shoulders relaxed and a smile tugged her lips as she looked out the window to thank her lucky stars.

Jake stared at Katie's reflection in the mirror and wondered, for the umpteenth time, about the beautiful soul. For the first time in his miserable life, he felt like he knew something he shouldn't like he knew her by just a look. Jake shook his head and looked ahead as the car drew to a stop before the gate. Katie rolled down the window and stretched her hand out and placed her thumb on the security system by the gate. The gate slid open and his car rolled into a huge modern condo almost like his but with a woman’s touch, considering the house looked all flowery.

"A woman not after my money." he thought.

The car came to a stop in front of the house and Katie turned to face the driver.

"Thank you, Mr. -"

"Call me Tom, ma'am."

"Okay, Tom. You can leave; I'll have my driver drop Jake off later."

Tom sat still for a few seconds, he didn't know what to do, he only received orders from Jake, and yet Jake looked at the woman sitting beside him with fascination rather than reprimand her.

"Sir?"

"You heard the woman," Jake bellowed and hopped out of the car. He cycled the back and opened the rear door and held his hand for Katie to hop out. She looked at the hand stretched out in front of her and couldn't wait to be crushed between them. She slowly placed her hand on his rough ones and felt her fingers involuntary tease his palm. Jake looked at his hand and tentatively raised his head to look at her face; she didn't know she was teasing him, considering her gaze was fixated on the ground like she couldn't see a damn thing.

Jake dropped her hand, scooped her in his arms like a princess, and earned a happy squeal that had his manhood jacking excitedly. He closed the door with his foot and headed for the front door.

He reached the patio and directed her outstretched arm to the biometrics on the wall and the door clicked open. Katie felt relief wash over her but her Succubus felt adventurous. She was tingling, she ached to be naked and on top of this man, but she couldn't jump him, she had to be calm. Jake put her on her feet as he took in the grandness of her home, she truly was a woman of comfort. She was an expensive woman. Maybe she snatched an old man for wealth. And for the first time, he felt angry. The reason, he has no idea.

Katie turned her whole body, which was so close to Jake, looked up at him with her puppy eyes, and took the bottle of Jack from his grip. He easily let it slide and watched her as she kicked off her heels and walk barefoot toward the kitchen. He looked down at the carpet and knew why.

Katie watched from the kitchen as Jake had a taste of her carpet and smiled. She knew how it felt to step on it and that’s why she had it made.

"It's made of yarn, handmade"

"This is incredible. My feet feel like they are having an orgasm." A wicked grin marred his face as he raised his eyes to lock with hers. Katie turned to the fridge and removed a bottle of coke and placed it on the counter and two glasses from the cupboard. She then took out the ice cubes from the freezer and dumped all of them in a bucket. She placed all this in her happy basket and handed it over the Jake who was still fascinated.

"What else is in here?"

Smoldering eyes looked back at Jake and he knew what was in there wasn't a slice of pie.

“Have you ever had sex when high, Jake?"

"Yes, on weed once in high school, after that life just got serious and I've almost forgotten how that felt like. Are we?" Jake asked, a little skeptical. If this by any chance was a ruse to go after his family name, he couldn't let his guard down, women are vicious.

"Yes, we are, Jake." A glitter of mischief threaded her eyes and Jake couldn't deny a kitten her place, she looked so adorable looking at him with such lust he couldn't help but ask. He moved behind her, placed his hand on her generous hips, and watched as her eyes closed and her body melted into his. He definitely couldn't say no now.

"What have you got in there?"

"You know, this and that. Mostly weed and molly." She smiled.

Jake threw his head back and bellowed so loud the rumble echoed through the house and in every nerve of her body. She looked above her to watch him laugh and a warm smile flashed across her face.

"You sure like to play."

"You have no idea." he didn’t.

Jake placed to basket back on the counter, removed the glasses and poured each two fingers of the jacks, and held one to her.

"To wild sex."

They toasted and both placed the glasses back in the basket Katie took two joints out and handed one to Jake. She fished out the lighter and lit Jake's before lighting hers. She threw the lighter back in the basket and took Jake's hand and led him upstairs leaving a trail of smoke on the way to her bed. It was time to play and her panties were already drenched enough, that was foreplay enough.

In the bedroom, Jake placed the basket on the table and looked at Katie, a joint in his mouth and Katie could not help it anymore. There was nothing sexier to her than a man smoking a joint and looking at her like she was his meal. She slowly walked towards him, watching his eyes to see his lust. She stood short in front of him and reached up her arms to cycle his neck and brought his lips towards hers.

Both pairs of eyes wide open taste of each other, and Jake let out a moan. That’s all the reassurance she needed, she attacked his lips more hungrily than the first and felt Jake’s right-hand snake to her lower back and pulled her to him. He brought his left hand to grab her ass rather roughly and felt her squirm. She liked it, and he did too. He threw his joint on the big ashtray on the table and held both her butt chicks in his palms and squeezed.

She slowly turned to face away from him and automatically his hands went to her zipper seconds later, her dress was a pile on the floor, together with his t-shirt that followed. Katie stood in front of Jake in only her panties and watched him have an eyeful of what he was about to have. She took two more long puffs before Jake took the almost depleted joint from her and took several long puffs before putting it on the ashtray.

Jake didn't know what was coming over him because he instantly felt like violating this kitten standing in front of him like he couldn't wait to, but he shook the thought out of his head and pulled Katie back to him and devoured her lips to a pulp.

Katie's back slowly rested on the bed and she scooted to the middle of the bed. She however knew what she wanted wasn’t what she was getting.  She had to do something to stop this slow love making Jake'sd get fucked, but she had to let this play out. Katie watched as Jake unbuckled and her fingers itched for the belt, her bottom yearned to be struck, she could almost beg, but she had to take him where he couldn't resist first. Mr. Victor sprang from his boxers and she couldn't help but gape.

She saw what she had looked for years and standing before her, was exactly it, long and thick, but not too thick to be uncomfortable. She watched as he slowly came above her giving her soft sex a hungry stare before looking into her eyes. He positioned himself on top of her and placed the tip of his hard heavy Mr. Victor on her opening and looked at her like she truly was an angel. She watched him have a battle of wills on how to enter her and suddenly she squealed.

Jake thrust once into her welcoming sheath and felts his muscles rumble and he almost went limb and crushed her. Her sex was so wet and so warm, or rather hot. She was radiating and he began to take small strokes to soothe his earlier forceful entry. Katie reached up and spoke so sweetly into Jakes ear like she was enticing prey.

“Fuck me, Jake"

A shudder and an audible groan rumbled through Jake's body and felt his hips jack up and thrust roughly into her and he stopped himself again, going too slow for her liking.

"I like it rough, Jake"

Jake roared as he rose in his arms and she met his eyes. His irises were now all black and that's when she saw what he was hiding. There was a monster in there, a monster just like her own, a demon he has buried so deep he doesn't want to let loose. And for the first time, it wants to break loose and her succubus wanted that very monster loose.

"Deep, hard, and rough,"

Before she could let her last words clearly out of her mouth, her legs were thrown above Jake's shoulder and he was delivering as requested long deep, strong, and rough thrusts. She could hear her screams against the walls and the loud groans of Jake. Her body started to shake as her first orgasm run through her. Jake heard the change in her and thrust into her even harder. With every thrust now came a squirt of her orgasm and Jake had his sole motivation.

She felt Jake pull out suddenly and she openly protested by digging her nails into his biceps and giving a rather thrilling no. Jake thought it was thrilling.

"I'm not done kitten; I want you on your stomach." He smirked and she liked it.

Katie let his huge hands flip her like she weighed nothing and stuffed a pillow under her belly. She felt a rush of emotions course through her, this was her best sex position, pointing to him. She felt him position himself above her raised ass and thrust deep. And with every squeal she made, the harder she was fucked, with every scream that left her beautifully shaped lips, the rougher she was taken.

Jake held the headboard to give him more support and Katie felt the squeak of friction between his hands and the wood. If she hadn't invested in good wood, her bed would come out of its hinges. She had rough groans start to come out of Jake and she knew he was close.

"Give me your screams princess,"

Katie fed from his groans as he fed from her screams, her squeals, and her orgasms too. She liked the rumbles and the loud groans, they sated her monster. With those words her body began to shake and tremble, her orgasm rushed to her again and Jake groaned so loudly she came again squeezing Mr. Victor more and letting out a wild scream. Jake groaned and fell on top of her but supported himself with his elbows to avoid crushing her.

Their breathing was ragged as they sort to catch their breath. Jake felt at home and didn't want to pull out, and Katie felt protected and didn't want Jake to move. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, and no words passed before them, but eventually, Jake reluctantly pulled out his already-hardening Mr. Victor from Mrs. Victoria and earned a protest as her hips followed his. He gave her bottom a light swat and looked at her ass jingled. He wanted to do that again.

But didn't. Katie sat up, stretched her gloriously naked body across the edge, and reached out for her happy basket. She chanced a glance over her shoulder to find Jake lustfully staring at her bottom. A satisfactory grin raked her face as she saw all the potential in him. She could get her much-needed beating after all. Her desires were all likely to come true, at least she hoped.

She pulled the basket with her and pulled out two more joints from their sachet and lit one before handing it to Jake who was now resting on the headboard. She then lit hers. She reached down for the jacks and poured both of them a generous amount. She rested her head on this chest and turned on the TV to an ongoing game and sat there silently smoking and drinking, she was at peace and her Succubus was no longer restless, she could take a breather before she wanted to fuck again.

Jake looked at the woman lying on his chest and wondered who she was, he wanted to know her as much as he wanted to fuck her again. He had a feeling she had turned on the sports channel for his sake, but he did not wish to watch a game now, he wished to listen to good music and fuck her to the lyrics.

"Put some music on."

"Which song do you wish to listen to?" Alexa blasted throughout the room and Jake for a second almost shot out of his skin.

"Wow. I didn't know about that. “He said, letting out a sigh.

"Yeah, I have a horrible memory, so I have her in every room to take notes for me and reminders."

"Alexa, play (song)."

Her stereo started blasting and he saw how peaceful she suddenly became, he was starting to see that this house wasn’t just a house, but it was her. Things she wanted and she wanted them were aligned to her taste. Including her speaker volumes which he sensed he wasn't allowed to change, and he liked it.

"You like pop."

It was an observation, not a question.

"Yeah, you do too, I believe."

She said gesturing her finger toward the speakers to the wall and he nodded slightly. At least they had the same taste in music. Katie listened to the lyrics pouring from the stereo and smiled. She took Jakes's drink and placed both of them on the table, took two other joints lit them, and gave him one.

She then pushed the covers from her body and swung her leg to straddle him, she looked into his eyes as he took a long puff of his joint before moving her eyes to his chest. She looked at his chest and the smooth skin covering it and felt an inkling to mark it. She slowly took a puff and lowered the charred blunt on his skin and watched his eyes widen a little before she took the joint away.

She positioned him against her entrance and slowly lowered herself to him. His eyes closed briefly and Katie pressed the joint to his nip and held it there a tad longer to burn. Jake felt a rush and his hips instantly jerked pumping into her to the hilt. They locked eyes and Jake violently thrust again making her moan loudly. She started to move more vigorously as Jake placed his hands on her hips and felt her shudder.

"You like my hands there, don't you?" He squeezed harder and Katie's hips moved more vigorously as one of her hands went back and forth to her mouth for more puffs while the other ran claws on his hard chest. Katie felt her body start to slowly convulse again and a smile tinted her lips as Jake grabbed her more viciously and brought her upon his massive Mr. Victor and finally exploded together and she fell on his chest. Her nipples were erect against him, nothing had ever felt that good and she stayed there for a few more minutes before a hard thrust jolted her again as she was again ravished.

That night she did not throw out her suitor, at 4 in the morning when she was about to pass out, Jake thought that she was asking Alexa to call him a cab, but rather she asked Alexa to order groceries before she woke up for breakfast and send an encrypted message to her pot guy to deliver more joints the next day, then said a lazy goodnight to Alexa and turned to face him. He just smiled and pulled her to lie above him so he could feel her body all night. A few minutes later she was breathing softly, in a sated sleep and that's when Jake closed his eyes, grinning.

He had scored.

 

CHAPTER 3

Katie stretched her sore body as she slowly opens her eyes and glanced across the bed to find it empty. He left. She thought. She laid there a few more minutes listening to her body, and for the first time in weeks, she couldn't feel the buzz of her desire, no tingles suggesting that she needed to sate her inner desires, no burning in Mrs. Victoria, and no hot flashes. She felt satisfied, but she also knew that her monster was just satisfied for now, in a few days, she'll have to go to another place or bar and scout out for a new conquest.

Thinking of a new conquest had her mind drifting to Jake and his muscular arms. Oh, how she loved being handled by those huge arms and wide palms, how she loved the feeling of her small body being flipped, turned, and constantly bent in between those arms. She felt like she was in a safe cocoon of strong maleness.

 Katie suddenly shot out of bed.  Again? Had she just thought of having a man again? That can't be right. That would mean she desired a man for more than one night. She has never desired any man for more than a few hours. She got rid of her men every night before she slept. Maybe it's because she let him sleep in her bed, again she's never let a man take a rest next to her. Katie’s eyes widened even further as the true picture of what was happening registered. But she cannot be attached, and lucky her, her conquest had already left. Three days from now she'll find a new one and strictly follow her own damn rules. My feelings were a mess.

She threw the covers and headed for the bathroom. She brushed her teeth singing along to the song on the radio and her body felt lighter than the previous day. It was Saturday, and her Saturdays were usually spent doing whatever her body felt like doing. She never made plans for Saturdays, because she had varying moods every Saturday. And today she felt like nature. She wanted to take a much-needed walk through the city, eat cabs, and go ice skating. It's been a long since she did that, and she felt like it. Oh, and shop for random things. How exciting.

Katie hopped into the shower and washed down last night with her strawberry shampoo as she sang. The shower was quick, and getting dressed was even quicker, she was headed out and she couldn't wait. She wore blue jeans with a nice red t-shirt paired with red vans. Her locks held up in a tight bun and made her way downstairs. She felt like eating a hefty serving of eggs, bread, and coffee.

'Alexa, play I Just Had Sex."

She made her way downstairs as she swayed her hips and hopped down the steps. She stepped into the kitchen doing a backward Michael Jackson glide. She went right to the stove to turn it on and stretched her hand to grab the pan only to stop midway. The pan was already on the stove with already-cooked eggs. She abruptly turned around to find Jake looking intently at her.

"Alexa cut the music!"

"I had sex too; I want to listen to that song too you know." Katie looked straight at a smiling half-naked Jake.

"You're here. You never left."

“As I recall, you were to have your driver drop me off and..." Jake raised his shoulders to emphasize his point.

Katie stared at the man she believed she was never to see again and felt her sex heat. No.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Let me call him, he'll drop you off right away." Katie moved across the island to her phone and began to call Isha but a large hand covered hers before she could press the call button. She shuddered but managed to look back at Jake without swooning. Again! This never happens. She usually can't wait to get rid of them.

“It’s a Saturday, I have no work today. I'd like to take you out on a date." Jake threw the words out like he was chancing everything to fate. Katie's eyes nearly popped out.

"Please. I know what you are thinking. I also can see that this is probably not what you usually do, but last night... I've never had a night like that, honestly. You are an epiphany. And I'd like the opportunity to um, date you. You bring out a person in me, and believe it or not, last night was the first time I felt normal. Everything I did pleased you, that has never happened to me before. Please." Jake pinched the bridge of his nose and kicked himself for being such a girl. But when he saw her start to shake her head no, he couldn't let her just cast him away like that.

"I don't date," Katie whispered.

"What is it you do?" Jake looked at her astonished. In all his years women wanted to date men like him. Obviously, because of his social class and name, all wanted to date him just to be seen with him.

"I fuck, Jake." Jake's chest broadened.

"We can do that too, you know, a lot." He smirked as he ran the tip of his fingers along her back. Something he realized she liked in her sleep. Every time he stroked her back, she'd scoot closer to him and mourn with contentment. He wasn't letting her go just yet, he wanted to feel more of her. This woman was aware of her body.

Katie's eyelids fluttered closed as she felt Jake’s fingers leave a trail of goose bumps on her skin. She was reacting to his touch. She liked being touched by those hands, and her succubus wasn't bored by this male yet, so why not keep exploring him, besides there are aspects of him she believed she could manipulate enough to get what she wants. The fire in his eyes last night could be put to use.

"Let's hang out and fuck. You can take me out, but not on dates. How does that sound?"

"It's enough. For now. I made you breakfast, and you look ready to head out, where were you off to, I could tag along,"

"Ice skating." She said.

Jake turned back to the stove, a plate in hand, and served Katie a generous plate of eggs and two sausages and sat close to her with his plate. He found that he liked being close to her. Her body called him, and that felt alien to him, but he liked it.

"Alex Play my playlist."

The two of them sat on Katie's kitchen Island taking in how their one night had completely changed the course of their next morning. Early morning sun rays bathed the kitchen, so many flowers could be seen outside the kitchen window. Katie loved flowers, that's why. She loved the morning freshness, and always wanted to wake up to a sun-kissed kitchen with beautiful blooms to look at, and she did exactly that. A dream come true. Everything in her house was a dream come true. She dreamed for years about how her house would be and when she finally made it, which was her first task, to build herself a home. Jake was yet to know how much of a sacrifice having him here was. She loved her space and loved nobody in her space.

The skating ring that morning wasn’t yet so flooded. That is why she came early morning, they'll just stay for a few hours before many people arrived. They both changed into their skates and headed into the ice ring, ready to show off their skating skills.

"How long have you been skating," Jake asked.

"It's been like 4 years, and you?" Katie placed her left hand behind her back and began her routine and Jake followed her doing the same.

"Ten. Six to be exact. Some years ago I stopped." He said, rather sadly.

"Why?"

"My hobbies were becoming a hindrance to becoming a perfect son, I wanted to skate for life and my father wanted me to go to college." He looked down at the ice while he said it.

"That sounds like a good thing to me. You know, going after what can feed you. You have a wise old man there." She jabbed him.

"It wasn't beautiful, I was seventeen and on a roll, it doesn't matter anyway, nothing I do please him, ever since, he has seen me as a failure. I've tried so hard to live my life as society deems best, but he just doesn't see me the same after my rebellious streak and now I no longer care about his opinion. Which makes matters worse." He laughed, a painful cynical laugh.

They went around the ring a few more times before a group of college kids bust through the door and the vibe was lost. Jake inched closer to Katie and took her small smooth hand into his and led her out of the ring.

"What else do you wanna do, Katie." Katie felt her palms perspire, it was like he was fucking her with her name. She wished he'd call her more often.

"I was hoping to go biking a little today too. Look outside town a bit, just an aimless stroll, to the trails."

"Give me your keys, I'd like to drive." Jake smiled as he caught the keys midair and Katie couldn't help the pitapat of her heart. He was quite playful too, even if he didn't know it yet. Katie cycled to the passenger side and let herself in. Their drive this time wasn't silent, they talked about ice skating and the routes they'll take that afternoon, they talked about where to get lunch that day, and made plans for the evening.

Jake informed Katie of his one-hour detour to heed his father's call and to rush home to pick up a change of clothes. Despite having no problem with that she had some reservations about it. What if it created a pattern and he soon will have a drawer in her closet? She couldn't let that happen. She vowed to never be under a man ever again, she had done it and had been scarred in many ways than just a broken heart.

 

CHAPTER 4

Katie was sprawled on her reading couch that Sunday afternoon as she thought of the time in her life she thought she had it all, a loving boyfriend and an amazing family. She had so much love and so much passion for her family she failed to see just how much of a burden they saw her be. But her family breaking her heart wasn't as painful as having her boyfriend break her spirit.

Kevin was a horrible man disguised as a good soul. Katie had fallen in love with him and was ready to forsake her family and her dreams just to be Kevin’s woman. All the times he told her how much she wasn't doing enough she learned how to be better. She once tried to dress appealing for him and when he got home he hardly noticed. So she took her willfulness and asked him why he wasn't taken by her state of undress and he said, 'He didn't respect women who wear revealing clothes.'  Since then, Katie tried her best to cover her body, stopped wearing heels, stopped making her hair outstanding, and resorted to being a plain woman. Her carves were hidden and she locked her haircut and fixated on doing long thick braids instead.

Kevin appreciated her then and said she was now wife material, one that he was no longer afraid to show to his family, but even so, he never showed her to his family. He hid her from his family and every time she tried to bring up the topic, he'd tell her he wasn't financially ready enough. Meanwhile, Kevin chipped every aspect of her away, slowly by slowly. Rendering her a shell of the woman she was.

She lost her confidence, her self-esteem, and her dreams, she lost herself. Until one day she went out with Rachael, her childhood friend. That night, despite her outrage towards her later, she got wasted and ended up in bed with one of Rachael's friends. To date, she cannot forget the sex they had.

She hardly remembers his name but remembers how his tongue played with her clit, how his lips sucked on her as he fucked her with his finger. She remembers having her first orgasm and how he had to calm her down before she understood that what her body had done was normal. He had gone down on her two more times to prove to her that it was her body responding to pleasure.

Her nipples were so erect they pained, she had never seen them like that, Mr. Victor fucked her from behind that night and she blasted head fast into a new world with a new side of pleasure, one she had never known existed. At first, she thought it was unorthodox, but her lover’s reassuring words, caresses, and sweet kisses reassured her that all this and so much more she had missed.

Her lover had fucked her vigorously on her hands and knees while he lightly spanked her butt. She was mortified but also aroused. He had even tried to insert a finger into her ass and she almost skyrocketed off the bed before she was pulled back and fucked to orgasm.

She woke up the next morning panicking. She had cheated on her boyfriend. She was so angry at Rachael for letting it happen but was also secretly happy it did. So she went home and kept quiet about her encounter but started to ask Kevin if they could explore sex in more unorthodox ways rather than the missionary and plain sex they usually had. Kevin had looked at her and asked what she had in mind.

"We could start with oral sex." She said shyly.

"The Bible forbids a man to look at a woman’s sex. You can do it to me though, doesn't forbid that it's not written anywhere. But for a woman, it's considered unclean." He said. "And where did you learn that anyway?" He asked.

'Oh, I read a book. Had all these things in it, and sparked my interest."

"God doesn't like his children reading such books; I don't want to find you reading such books anymore. Go to Father Mathew tomorrow and confess, and throw away that silly book."

Katie tried after that night, many times, to entice Kevin to pleasure her more, to rub her clit with his fingers but all her pleasures were branded a devil’s work and she needed to relax and lay still and let her man find his pleasure. Sex was never pleasurable to her for all the pain she felt, but after her drunken night, she understood why their sex was not pleasurable. She could no longer feel his touch, Mr. Victor pounding in her brought about more pain than pleasure. However, when she tried to explain her predicament to Kevin, he brushed her off and said pain during sex was normal if the man’s Mr. Victor was huge and a woman’s opening narrow, she just had to get used to it. But right now, staring out the window, she laughed at herself.

One year later, after so many unfulfilled nights, Katie stopped replying to Kevin's messages, after all, he only called when he wanted to release his semen inside her and was broke to find another woman. At twenty-one, she had lost direction except in one particular area, sex. Now she knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. But first things first, building herself.

Katie took a year to realize herself again and to once again set a clear path for her future. This she realized could be done through reading. And so she started reading. She read self-help books, romance, and fiction novels, all the must-read before-you-die books, and towards the end of that year, she knew what her life would be like. She had intently corrupted her so pure mind with what the world truly had to offer and now wanted to go out there and live a more fulfilling life.

She enrolled in college for her degree and worked so hard on her side hustles. One day she secured an internship in a big company that employed her with a hefty salary three months later, and all her plans suddenly came alive. Katie bought several pieces of land across the country and finally opened her dream chain of grocery shops, Empirical.

She now had it all, money. And she let her kitten out to play, only it wasn't a kitten she released, it was a damn fucking Succubus, both literally and figuratively.

She heard the phone buzz and picked it up to find a text from Kevin,

 'Can I see you, please? It's been years; give me a chance to talk to you.'

'Talk about what?'

'Us, you just walked out, I never even got a chance to fix whatever I did, assuming I did something.'

'There is no us, Kevin, we ended 4 years ago, and that's how it's going to stay.'

'Let me just talk to you then, just talk.'

She read the text and threw her phone aside. There was no point, Kevin doesn't know the person she had become, he thought he could manipulate her if he came close enough, but she also knew that's what he intended to do and she had not the slightest patience to be toyed with again in her life, she closed that chapter when she turned 21.

She sat there a few more hours reflecting on her life and before she knew it, the night began to fall. She cooked herself a light supper and went to bed for she had an early morning, and so many meetings too. She had to visit a few farms that had been infested by pests and deliberate on the next course of action before the company incurred more losses.

 

CHAPTER 5

In the coming week, Katie received blood-whooshing house calls she now anticipated every night. At 9 pm every day, Jake come, bearing gifts and a massive hard-on she had to settle, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Katie sat on her kitchen chair, sipping coffee as she watched her phone, waiting for a text from Jake. It was Thursday, yesterday he hadn't shown up too, he had a meeting with his dad that he couldn't miss. Her Succubus was becoming restless, her mind, and body in tow, she needed to feel a man’s touch, she needed her man’s touch.

Her feet hang on the stool, shaking uncontrollably, even if she didn't know she was shaking her leg, it was subconscious. Like a heroin addict, she had her addictions, she was a woman, passionate about sex, and she could miss meals, but never a good fuck. Sitting here is uncustomary, under different circumstances; she'd be out there, scouting for a handsome man to take care of her needs. That is one thing she vowed never to deny herself, when there were countless hard testosterone-driven men out there she can have her pick of.

But now, it was different, she had to wait on one particular man, if he wasn't so worth it, she'd rush to the club right now and let one of the willing boys quench her thirst for the forbidden. Katie thought back to their conversation, keenly went through it, and found that in no place had either of them promised exclusivity, no, it was just sex and hanging out. Then why is she here, nursing her desires, like a good puppy, waiting for a reward for being a good dog?

But she couldn't deny it; she was waiting for that treat. She was waiting for Jake, as she has done for the past three days. Each time she'd let him walk into clues of her sexual escapades, today, she was running out of clues, soon she'll have to look straight in his eyes and whisper, whip my fucking ass, Jake because I'm a sadist. Oh she couldn't, he'd run away, and with him goes his amazing body and his perfect Mr. Victor. They fit together like pieces in a puzzle, and she wasn't letting him go, at least not yet, she wasn't done fucking him yet, she was far from done.

He had potential, but she didn't know how deep that fire she saw in his eyes run, he could be one of those, I'd like to know what it feels like kinda people. She wasn't ready for a wannabe, and she'd be damned if she let her hopes up for a one-time thing. She was scared to go further, she wanted a man, a strong man. A man, if she wasn't mistaken, was Jake, she hoped the stars will align for her, and she prayed to Aphrodite, Himeros, and Pothos.

"What are you thinking about?" Katie was a tad startled.

"You, I missed you." She came to her feet and walked towards him.

"We missed you even more."

Jake scooped Katie into his arms, her hands went to the back of his head, and his lips descended on hers. He kissed her with so much hunger, the hunger he'd never felt before. He's had sex, so many times in his life, too many times, he fucked every pussy he could, but today he was hard since he woke up.

His body wanted her there, to wake her up like he always did, and he wanted her warmth like no woman could be as warm as her. It was like she was his prescription of a woman. He felt it, he was beginning to see it, she wasn't just a woman, she was his woman, but she was a commitment-phobe, she wouldn't agree, but he'd try anyway, he's a man, not a boy, and he'd go after what he wants, not let nature take its course. If he did, Katie won't be his.

"Go out with me tomorrow evening, Katie." He spoke in between kisses.

"Okay." She whispered back, breathlessly.

She was going to be the death of him with those breathless whispers. Every pleasure sound that came out of her beautiful lips did things to him, she was like a drag, like sweet food and her sounds were the aromas of the food. Giving you a taste of what lies beyond, and he fed on the aroma, like a good puppy.

"I mean, on a date. A real date." He kissed her again, desperately. "Don't say no, I beg of you sweet Katie, give me a chance to prove myself, I can be what you want." Now he was a real puppy.

"Take me, right here then." He broke the kiss.

"In the kitchen?" He asked, lifting his brow.

Katie didn't answer, she moved back to her earlier sitting position; spread her naked sex wide for him to see how soaking she was.

"God! That's beautiful." Jake exclaimed, rubbing his now-grown beard.

Jake watched Katie, her naked sex exposed, her eyes, well her eyes were something else, if he wasn't mistaken, she was calling him out. He moved to stand before her, reached his finger, like a timid teenager looking at boobs for the first time, and touched her swollen buds. A hiss came from her teeth and Jake watched as her head was thrown back, her hair on the kitchen island.

She was wearing nothing but a robe. This woman was truly something else.

"You're stark naked, Katie."

"And ready, just the way you like it."

"I never told you that."

"You didn't, but that twinkle in your eyes does. "She licked her lips. "Strip for me, Jake. I want you naked, and ready." She said, breathlessly.

"I will. Let me taste you first."

Katie was suddenly lifted off the stool and deposited on the island, her body pushed back with his large hand until she was sprawled flat. Her gown rolled to her sides, and now she lay there, knees raised and wide apart, her body exposed. She chanced a look at Jake, and saw that fire again; it was there, waiting to break free. Time was a factor, but she knew the more he stayed with her, the more she saw that fire. If she had any chance of unleashing it, she had to be constantly around him, to awaken his deepest desires, and ready to take them, however, they came, all shades and colors.

"Pick me up." Jake tilted his head.

"For the date." She clarified.

Jake looked at her intently. She wants chivalry. Huh!  She was just out of this world. He had gone out with women, who insisted to come on their own, but in their defense, they were never after a good time afterward, they were starving women looking for an easy meal with no commitment, and many of them, a trending photo of them the next morning, so they could fabricate all sorts of lies about a nonexistent relationship.

And looking at this woman in front of him, she wasn't starving, -but she will be after this, - she was looking for a good time afterward and no cover page photos.

"Where have you been all my life?"

He said as he descended on her delicate pussy. He licked her gently at first and her whole body almost left the table. God! You are responsive.

"Cool your jets kitten, I haven't even started." He smirked at her.

Jake ran his tongue again over her moist sex and a mourn come out of her lips, that's when he began to suck. He took her tight nub into his mouth and alternated from sucking to licking to even flicking. Her thighs suddenly closed around his head and he knew what was coming. His strokes become more vicious and a scream suddenly erupted from her lips. Jake sucked relentlessly, not letting any of her releases slip away. His tongue darted into her opening to get more, and soon he swallowed all of it.

Katie looked at the man peering at her from between her legs licking her orgasm. And she knew accepting his offer to take her out on a date was the right decision. He watched him take a step back and pull out his tie. He slowly worked his cufflinks, then his buttons, all while constantly taking hungry looks at her exposed pussy. She liked that. His shirt dropped to the flow, and his chest flexed, causing her to draw her legs tightly together.

"No, open for me. I want to see." Jake's baritone voice was now even lower.

Katie spread her legs wider and Jake looked at her simmering sex with so much hunger, that his clothes couldn't come off fast enough. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops as he watched Katie watch the belt. It's not the first time she has done that. He's watched her do it the past three days, he still couldn't phantom why. Maybe she had a thing for leather; all the belts in her room were also leather.

"Original Italian leather, it was a gift from my mother." He offered, a reason, he hardly knows.

"I know, are all your belts leather?"

He nodded and dropped the belt to the floor, watching her face, and he thought he saw disappointment there, but quickly it was gone, as her eyes went to the visible bulge in his boxers. He quickly got rid of them. He walked to stand between her welcoming legs and took her in his arms, kissing her with that hunger again.

He lifted her off the Island and placed her on the stool, to fuck her as she wanted. Her legs locked behind him, and without breaking the kiss he pressed Mr. Victor on her wet sex and entered her. A few inches in, he slammed all the way in earning a loud gasp from her, he wanted more of those loud gasps, he wanted her screams. So he began to thrust into her more violently, watching her face, she liked it. Her sex grew even moister, their bodies slapped together, her breasts jingled, and he went to touch them.

Her hand came to his on her breasts, and he watched her movement closely. She pulled his hand away from her soft breast higher to her throat. His fingers twitched as they slowly gripped her neck. It looked so delicate as his massive hand held it, he watched his hand flex, it was itching to squeeze her.

What was happening, why was he feeling this, he looked at her face, her body jerking with each of his hard stroked, her eyes, pleading. She wants this. He squeezed a little and her body arched into his.  Suddenly he let go of her neck and lifted her off the stool. He strode out of the kitchen into the living room. The couch was soft and big enough.

The monster was awake, and she saw exactly when it came alive. He wanted to devour her, and her succubus was dancing alingo on him, drawing out his deepest desires. Which in retrospect, was a win for her.

Jake slammed her on the couch, his body following her. Mr. Victor was buried deep inside her sex and he did what his entire being told him not to do, he did what the tiny voice in his head has been whispering relentlessly for the past few seconds. Choke her. She'll love it.

And he choked her, and boy did he choke her. He was supposed to do it gently, at least with one hand, but his beast was out to play, and he truly was out to play. Her legs held him in place behind his back, her sex angled properly for his impending brutal fuck. His hands light on her neck at first. He watched her lips curl up in a smile as he began to squeeze. He squeezed further and her hands came to his arms, to seek him to stop. She clawed at his arms and tried pushing him away by his chest, but he didn’t stop. Victoria became juicier with every squeeze, and he thrust into her even harder.

His thrusts become wilder, subsequent, hard, deep, and very fast, her walls suddenly began to squeeze Mr. Victor and he come undone, whimpering like a dog. Whatever he was about to unleash on her he was afraid of.

He held back, he softened when he was supposed to go harder. No! Katie felt him withdraw, he had her pinned, his hands on her, then he pulled back, the fire in his eyes was watered down, the passion in him at battle with each other, and the sane winning part was such a bore. She had failed again. Her last option was to speak up and demand what she wanted, but where was the fun in not watching him let out his demon on his own? She needed this win, she needed this. And she has to up her game only now, she was out of tricks.

Jake watched the woman below him intently, her face unreadable. What is she thinking? Maybe, contemplating throwing me out. He wondered if he had gone too far, he doesn't know what come over him, whatever it was, it was strong willed, and wanted her begging to breathe again. He didn't go far, he assured himself. She liked it, she did, why else did she smile. Then he remembered how her smile had faded. No! She liked it. She wanted it.

He slowly pulled out of her and watched her eyes flutter shut, Mrs. Victoria was soaked with their orgasm. He wanted to watch it run down her legs but that was enough weird for one day. He wasn't about to have her running only after a week.

“Food?"

"Yes, please."

"I'll scramble you some eggs."

"Add a few sausages in there too, I'm starving."

Katie ate slowly as Jake watched her. She felt his eyes on her. Just ask Jake, you might like the answer you get. She thought. She looked back at him only this time he wasn't watching her, his eyes were fixed on the double hooks on the kitchen wall next to the large cabinets. His finger gently rubbing his lips. A long rope hang on the chains, just like every other chain in the house, to someone else they looked decorative. But they weren't. She liked to be chained and fucked - HARD.

She wanted to offer an answer, but just as she was about to speak, Jake spoke.

"I have to head back home." He spoke, softly.

"Aren't you staying the night?" She sounded disappointed.

Jake did not like that sound. But he had to leave. He had some work to finish and needed to think about his actions.

“I have to. I have a few designs to sketch and if I don't finish them by tomorrow, we'll lose the weekend. I'm a healthier happier man when my weekends are yours. Too much work and no play makes Jake a dull man. It's only a night for a full weekend. If I don't work tonight, I'll have to go into the office on Saturday, instead of fucking you. I can't have that." His finger traced her bare shoulder. Still stark naked.

"Okay."

He stood and put his shirt on. Watching her watch him. He left his shirt undone and stuffed his tie in his pockets before slinging his jacket over his shoulder. He then stood there, one arm to his shoulder a finger hooked in the collar of his jacket while the other in his pocket, toying with his keys.

"I'll have your dress delivered tomorrow on time. So you don't have to go shopping."

She liked a man who wasn't afraid to spend his money on her. She'd never asked him to, but she liked the small gifts he often comes with, and a dress for their first date, meant more to her than he knew. Mainly because she won't be able to make up her mind about what to wear. He kissed her sweetly before he headed for the door.

"See you tomorrow Little Kitten."

With that, he left.    

  

CHAPTER 6

Katie slid into the chair next to Jake in the restaurant and marveled at how posh it looked. Every guest had a secluded table with curtains closing them in for privacy. On the table by the side was a tablet to punch in their order and the waiters kept away during meals, all they did was deliver and pick.

"This is amazing, thank you."

"I had to make it count. I've asked to take you out on a real date for months you know."

"How was your day, did you land the project?"

"Yes, construction starts next month. But that woman is a piece of work, if her house wasn't worth millions, I'd have her packed and out by now." Jake looked pissed.

"Why so?" Katie had personally gone through every design of her house and approved every change made personally. She would always tell her contractor that she was building her dream home, not just any house.

"I don't want to talk about work right now Katie, I have plans for you, and none of them involve my clients."

Katie felt Jakes hand on her knee and a shiver run through her body. She hadn't told him yet, but she wanted more, more than his rough thrusts and the multiple orgasms, she wanted pain. Two whole weeks she had tried to put ideas into his head make him want to try doing it, but she had failed. She thought enticing his interests would spark a reaction.

Many times she had found him leaning against her kitchen counter looking at the hooks on the walls. She waited patiently to be asked what the hooks were for but the question never came. She came every night but she wanted to play.

Jake's hand come to her thighs and began to move to her hot burning sex just as Katie's phone chimed. She knew who was calling and had no intention of picking it up. She pressed the silent button and focused her attention back on Jake. Her phone buzzed a few more times but eventually, the caller gave up.

The wine was delivered and Jake went about pouring them each a glass. She watched him all along and thought about him taking her to that table, right there in the middle of the restaurant. Just because they were secluded didn't mean they were not in public. The place was full of different couples wanting to do exactly that which she was going to do more than want. Jake looked into her eyes and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Katie wasn't deterred though, she reached under the table and pulled off her pink lacy panties, and placed them in front of him. Jake's eyes smoldered and his pupils began to darken. She was getting to him. She took his hand and drew it from her thigh up towards her hot sex, which was already too wet. Jake sucked in a ragged breath and looked intently into her eyes.

"I really wanted to wait until we got to my place."

Katie bit her lip as she laid her back on the chair and pushed two fingers into her. She fixated her eyes on him as she slowly started to stroke herself with his fingers. Her breathing become ragged, her chest heaving and Jake watched her. She liked that.

Jake let her. He more than liked this woman. He loved her, loved who she was, loved how she was. She watched her as she drew out her orgasm using his fingers, dressed in the blue dress he had personally chosen for her. He liked dressing her in the best his money could buy, and she knew it. The fuck me heels she wore were purposely meant for when he'd bend her over and take her, anytime anywhere.

She began to stifle moans and knew she was close. He moved his thumb above her clit and pressed it and her body jacked instantly and she came. She fascinated him. Her breathing began to even as he watched, her lips quivered, and knew she wanted more, but today he was playing, today he was letting her want, and today he would fuck her at her highest.

Katie looked back at Jake and smiled before emptying her glass of wine which was instantly refilled. He was trying to make her drunk.

"Tell me about your family." Katie prompted a topic she never spoke of ever.

"I'm a first of four, Jacob O'Brien, owns O'Brien Architectural and Contraction Company."

"How about the rest?"

"My Mom Beatrice and sister Cassie, have a beauty salon they partnered to open. She refused to go to school and being the only girl and last born, she was not pestered. Dad helped with the financing. My other brothers, James and Jean, work with me in the company," He said, "They are rather a pain in the ass, but I love them. Dad has tried many times to put me up against James for the CEO position, but he's loyal, he's never been baited." He shrugged. "Tell me about yours; never head even a whiff of information." He asked, curiously.

"That's because there is nothing to tell. It's only me. I cut ties with my family a long time ago and have since ridden solo. And don't try to redeem me, I'm better off alone. I like it this way, I'm happier this way." Jake took a few breaths before he spoke again.

"So they never call?"

"They do when they need more money. It's the least I can do to avoid encountering them. As long as I send them money occasionally, I won't be greeted by their presence. You wouldn't understand, your family loves each other, mine doesn't."

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry, I understand, at least a little,"

The curtains fluttered open and a trolley was wheeled into the seclusion, the waiter greeted the both of us with clearly practiced words as he took the now empty bottle and replaced it with another. He then proceeded to place the plates before us and served a variety of delicacies including a big chunky roasted beef. Katie’s favorite. She was pleased. The waiter left quietly, and as Jake knew, his woman dug into her food and took one big potion into her mouth, and made sounds that instantly had Mr. Victor hard again.

"The table will do if you keep doing that."

She smiled and they both dug into their meals and ate their fill.

"Dessert is at home." He winked at her, and her sex become even wetter.

"Oh, goodie." She exhaled.

Jake filled their glass with more wine as the waiter popped his head in the curtains and come to clear the table. He hurriedly left and Jake turned to look at the perfect woman standing before him.

"You are officially my girlfriend."

Katie spilled a mouthful of wine on the table and gaped at Jake. He didn't just say that, no, he just didn't. She only accepted to go on a date with him, not to be his girlfriend. Oh God, he was putting labels on them now, next is a butt load of disappointments. Men stopped working to please a woman as soon as the label fell in place. The worst of them all was ‘wife’. Once a woman was locked and loaded, she was forgotten, her needs and wants, cast aside, and they no longer mattered. The chase was done, and she wouldn’t be caught dead doing that to herself. Katie believed that if men were allowed, they un-marry as soon as they married and start chasing a new prize, in this case, another woman.

A man will do it all for you until he puts a ring on it, and make you think the best thing he did for you was marry you. Then begin asking you why you want to go on a shopping spree yet you are married, and whom you are dressing for. Men marry you and expect to stop pampering you.

"What could go wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost. Give me an opportunity to be your boyfriend, I'll not disappoint you, I promise."

And there it was.

The promises.

Then the disappointments a week, a month, or a year later.

"Jake..."

"Don't answer now, for now, let's keep hanging out, but think about it. I'd like to be more than a hard Mr. Victor you ride whenever you want, you know. Give me a chance." He smiled warmly.

"I'll think about it, Jake. But don't push it, okay?"

"Okay. Let me take you home and bend you over on your kitchen island and fuck you to oblivion."

"How about whip my ass till it burns, Jake."

"Okay, let's leave."

Katie emptied her glass and so did Jake. He grabbed her beautiful panties which were still on the table and shoved them into his pockets and Katie’s eyes flushed. She had totally forgotten about them.

They headed out where their car had already been brought out by the valet. Jake handed a few notes to the man and opened the passenger door for her and he rounded to the driver seat. The stereo began to blast 'Girlfriend by Charlie Puth' and Katie laughed as Jake tried to change the song in a haste. She reached over and placed his hand on top of his and said,

"Don't change it. I actually do love the song."

"Okay."

Jake come to a stop in front of the gate and looked straight ahead. There stood a man he'd never seen before, but he believed he already knew who he was. Fucker. He placed his thumb on the biometrics by the gate and drove to pack next to Katie's convertible. The son of a bitch followed them through the gate and stood by the car, so much audacity. Katie got out hurriedly, her face stormy, and went straight to where the man stood.

"What are you doing here, Kevin." She inquired, all patience lost in her voice.

"You were not picking up your call anymore; you don't even reply my text. I just needed to see you again, we can sort this out, we can still have the life we planned, I have money now, I can build you the big house you always wanted, and let you plant all the flowers you desire, and even have a small garden for all those tiny tomatoes you like. Remember, you said you'd like to one day grow your own spices. We can have a big family, like you wanted. I'll compromise on 4 children rather the two I usually insisted on. Please, just give me one more chance."

Jake stood by the car, watching the man pour his heart out, and waited for Katie to speak. Kevin was her first love; she could easily take him back. A ping of jealousy squeezed his heart and Jake now dreaded what Katie would say next. He couldn't wait by the sidelines though, he made long strides and put an arm around Kate's shoulder, that's when Kevin acknowledged him, and his eyes burned looking at the arm strapped around the woman he used to consider his to tame.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Jake. And you are?" Jake asked like he didn't already know.

"I'm Kevin, Katie's boyfriend." He blurted out, stiffly like he was losing his temper and wanted to crash Jake like a louse.

Jake's arm tensed around Katie and she raised her hand to touch his on her shoulder, Kevin was trying to mark territory which wasn't his to mark. He was always stupid that way, thinking the possessiveness and strictness would subdue her. That was before, but now she was different.

"I'm not your girlfriend Kevin, haven't been in a long time, and as I told you before, there can never be an ‘us’." She stated, as a matter of fact.

"One last chance please Sweets, I can give you anything you want now, everything you ask for."

"You can’t give me what, I want. You don't even know what I want, how could you? Look around you, open your eyes and look around you, everything you are offering, I have, I rolled up my sleeves and got all of it for myself. Everything. Look, around you." She Said as she threw her hand in a circular motion above her head. Kevin looked around and frowned.

"I'd like you to leave now, and don't show your face here again or I'll have a restraining order."

Kevin wasn't done and she knew it, but he turned and walked towards the gate, looking back one last time at the big stone house that stood there then to the man holding what he wanted and almost felt defeated, but he had one last option before despair took a hold of him. He regretted ever letting her go, he should have married her and not kept fucking all those women he had, at least now he'd still have his beloved Katie. He thought.

 

CHAPTER 7

Katie walked into her house with Jake and saw the flicker of untold emotions in his eyes.  She didn't know what to make of them. She pressed herself into his body and come up on her tippy toes to kiss him. Jake come down on her lips and kissed her angrily. He kissed her like he was punishing her. He sucked her lower lip and bit it hard Katie yelped and tried to move away but couldn't be free of his grip.

Katie's heart began to race, her body was suddenly thrown over the couch's armrest, her ass in the air, and her dress ridden high up her ass to her waist, she was exposed. She looked above her shoulder and saw the anger in Jake's eyes not just anger, jealousy. He was jealous of Kevin. His large arm suddenly grabbed her head and pressed it firmly on the couch while his other hand hurriedly freed Mr. Victor.

Katie began to kick and scream knowing what was coming next, what had come over him.

"Jake, Jake....what...what are you doing,"

She kicked more as she tried to cover her exposed self but her attempts were unfruitful.

"Jake, please stop, you are scaring me,"

She began to sob.

"He said he's your boyfriend. Boyfriend!"

Jake yelled as he kicked Katie’s legs apart, she was fighting so hard he had to hold her down with his entire body. He finally freed victor and immediately thrust into her. Her cries and yells fueled his will.

"Jake...” Thrust. “...No!" Thrust

"You...” Thrust! "…never...' Thrust! "...told..." Thrust! "…him..." Thrust! "...No!" He thrust this time even deeper she felt Mr. Victor hit her cervix painfully.

"Don't tell me no!" He said quietly as he thrust a few more times deeper and they both come, Katie screaming and crying. Jake pulled out of her and left her laying there, Mrs. Victoria dripping with his semen, her body quivering, he couldn't explain it, but forcing her to take him like that, made him hard and desperate. Even thinking about it as he looked at the man staring at him in the bathroom mirror, Mr. Victor hardened again. What was happening to him, he wanted to chain her to the kitchen wall a week ago and now he just forced her into taking Mr. Victor even though she pleaded for him to stop, and he liked it. He was starting to believe his father's words, that he was an out-of-control bastard. Why did Katie let him in? He asked himself.

Katie slowly rose from the couch and stared at the retreating form of Jake, his shoulders relaxed, even though his head was down. She stood there looking at the closed bathroom door a few more minutes before she quietly spoke to herself.

"Jealousy. That’s what it takes. Jealousy." She said and shook her head. She had tried for weeks to make that monster unleash what he had in him, but he resisted, when she saw Kevin at her gate she just had an impromptu decision. She had to play this meeting to her advantage. But she did not envision jealousy, she thought angrily, get the man angry and he'll lose his cool and unleash his monster on you. But instead, jealousy did.

Katie made her way upstairs, stripped off her clothes, and walked into the shower briefly, she then wore her sexiest red lingerie and went back downstairs. Jake sat on the couch facing the stairs smoking a joint. He looked like he has been thinking really hard. He eyed her as she descended the steps, took in her glorious legs, her generous curve, and her smaller full breasts. She was a woman in every sense, even her locks emphasized her beauty, yet only now did he really see who she really was.

Katie come to a stop in front of him and bent over to take a joint for herself, the wine was already out of her system. Jake watched her, and for the tenth time looked across the sitting area to the kitchen, on the wall, to the hooks, he followed the path to the living room by the door there was a set of hooks there too. He thought back to the bedroom when he had tied her wrists on the headboard which had several hooks.

Jake found then asked himself whether he had just refused to open his eyes or if was she hiding her true self, and was often caught off guard. He raised a glass of whiskey to his mouth and drank the whole thing, as he drew his eyes to look at the woman standing before him, appealing and ready to be taken.

"This is going to sound crazy considering what I just did to you but..." He took one long puff and looked back at her,” ...did you want me to do that to you?" He asked then pinched the bridge of his nose and proceeded." Every time I'm with you, I've felt like doing things to you, and calling me crazy, but is your house covered with hooks?"

Jake let out an exasperated laugh and threw his head back and sighed even louder.

"Yes, my entire house has hooks in many different places," Kate responded quietly. "And yes, I wanted you to do that to Me." this time, her voice was a little quieter.

Jake looked at her wrists and then back to her face.

"Do you want me to suspend you on them, Katie?"

A shudder ran through her whole body, goosebumps rose on her skin and her legs almost gave up on standing. Jake watched her body intently and saw how her eyes darkened.

"Yes,"

"And the leather belts by your headboard are they for your pants?” Jake poured another glass of whiskey and drank the whole of it, then refilled.

"No."

He had to ask, he had to know all of it.

"Do you....do...Katie," he lowered his head and rested his forehead on the back of his hand, still holding the drink. "Do you want....do you want me to whip you, Katie" He raised his head just in time to see her whole body swoon, her lower lip between his teeth biting hard like she was holding back a moan, her legs pressed together in nothing but arousal. He couldn't believe it but at the same time, everything finally fell into place.

This is why she couldn't say yes earlier; this is why she never says yes. She was looking for a man who could do all this for her and derive pleasure in it. And she did, only that he was too intent on leaving by society’s norms and customs to open my eyes and live the life he truly wanted. He was blinded by his little kitten and couldn't see the lioness behind the shadows. The screen in the living room was now playing I'm Not Afraid Anymore by Halsey softly. He wanted something so impure.

"Do you know how many times I've looked at those hooks in the kitchen?" She nodded. "Do you know how many times I've imagined you suspend there?" Her eyes grew wide.

"Come here." She took a few steps towards him and Jake grabbed her thighs and pulled her to straddle him.

He placed his glass on top of the table and threw both of their depleting joints to the ashtray.

"I want to bury Mr. Victor so deep inside you right now, I want to fuck you so hard and deny you your release, I want to suspend you on the hooks on your bedroom ceiling and play with your clit until you are spent, then fuck your pussy until you are well used." Katie let out a moan as her hips moved to rub her opening on the buckle of his undone pants. "I want to know everything there is to pleasuring you, everything Katie, everything."

"Please."

"Please what, Katie? What do you want?" He dug his fingers into her bottom and violently pulled her to sit on Mr. Victor and watched her whimper. His pants were still undone making his boxers the only barrier.

"Play with me, I can't take it anymore."

Jake stood abruptly, taking her with him, and took two steps at a time towards the bedroom. On the bottom part of the bed, was a raised island, he never knew the essence, until now. He placed her to kneel on the bed, her entire upper body on the covers. This way her ass was in the air. Perfect position to fuck her deep, and also whip her beautiful light-skinned ass.

"Reach under the mattress, you'll find hooks with cuffs attached on all sides."

Katie watched Jake move around the bed, pulling out cuffs from below the Island, two for both legs and two long once from the other side of the bed, perfect for her wrists, leaving her stretched out and her breasts flat on the bed. She was experiencing an adrenaline rush and her entire body was finally releasing all its pent-up desires, Succubus had taken over and wanted to play, she wanted to feel the sting of the belt.

She watched Jake take off his t-shirt and walk towards the belts in only his jeans.

God, this man was killing her.

There was nothing Katie found sexier than a man walking around only in a pair of jeans. That alone could charm her pants off her. She took in every move he made and realized that he was enjoying watching her wait in anticipation.

"Ten for the pleasure and ten for the pain," She offered.

"Ten more for your punishment, for not telling me what you needed sooner," He stated.

"Jake no! I can't do 30 strokes. 20 is my limit. I tried to tell you, I left so many clues lying around."

"I now understand, especially the time you made me choke you, I almost lost it then," he sighed, remembering. "Twenty-five."

Katie wasn’t in control, her monster was. And her monster wanted the sting, and she’ll get the sting.

"Okay."

 

CHAPTER 8

Jake placed his palm on Katie's ass and stroked it generally. It was well-rounded, and now he wanted to beat her up until he broke the skin, he wanted to break the skin, just a little bit, just a tiny slit to draw blood, to taste the blood. He raised the belt and struck her, this was the first stroke he ever delivered on a woman, and this was the first time he felt his orgasm almost blow out of control.

Christ, he thought her a sadist but he too was one. He raised his hand higher, held the belt firmer, and delivered her second with strength and more force than the first. Her body jerked, her mouth screamed so loud, the chains holding her in place rattled, and semen leaked out of Mr. Victor, his boxers become a dump. He placed his left hand on his chest finally registering the feeling inside his chest, like satisfaction. He truly felt sated whipping her, like the empty hole in his heart was finally filled.

Hence, he went full-on, stroke after stroke marred her skin. The next two strokes were delivered in succession. Jake paused to listen to her screams, oh how they pleased him. His eyes were drawn no her swollen lips and he stood there, admiring them, then raised the belt and struck on the lower part of her bottom, hitting her lips hard, and this time she wailed. Her body jerked violently and a faucet of a clear liquid shot from her cunt.

Squirt. Jake smiled and landed another stroke on the same exact spot before her ejaculation could seize and earned another spring and a loud cry from her. She was still deriving pleasure, but soon he had to inflict pain. Two more strokes later, Katie started to writhe in pain. The 10th stroke she wanted to be let loose. But his monster wanted her in pain. He wanted her abused. God help him, he has lost his mind.

The next ten strokes descended on her ass simultaneously, and boy did she wail, she struggled to break loose, the more she fought the harder he struck, the quicker the successions. She pleaded for him to stop, tried to break the chains, tried to move her ass, but only fed his monster more. He wanted her struggling and powerless. On the last stroke, he again struck Mrs. Victoria’s lips and was rewarded by another spring of female ejaculation. She really has been holding back. He'd have to find more ways to make her come like a faucet every day, the site was just too pleasuring to see once in a while.

He dropped the belt on the floor and took in a long breath and exhaled. His face was covered by a huge grin, his heart beat erratically, and his chest constricted with satisfaction and happiness. He quickly got rid of his pants and stood between Katie's patted legs, Mr. Victor in one hand, he touched the tender buds of Mrs. Victoria.

"Jake...."

"I like it when you breathe out my name like that." He ran a finger along her lips and slowly brought his mouth to her. She let out a pleasure moan and Jake licked her more vigorously.

"Jake..." A deep rumble erupted from Jake’s throat with satisfaction and vibrated into her sex making her walls squeeze and her body tremble. Jake knew what was happening and sucked on her clit more enthusiastically. He immediately rose and thrust Mr. Victor deep into her, and began moving roughly, stretching her orgasm. He felt her body jerk violently, like an epileptic, or a seizure as she rode out her orgasm.

Jake hooked his hands around her hips and held her firmly in place, and took his pleasure. He rode her roughly, he was enjoying himself and Katie felt proud. His grunts and grown grew louder with every hard pump. Her body was spent but her sex was not used enough, and her Succubus was not yet properly sated. Jake’s groans filled her ears and soon another orgasm was threatening to explode. She tried to hold back to give herself more, to take more strokes, but suddenly, Jake flexed, Mr. Victor hit something inside her and her sex grabbed Mr. Victor, her toes curled and Jake let out a strangled groan as he spilled his seed into her. He stayed inside her a while longer, his body resting above hers before he pulled out and quickly let her bonds free. He lifted her limp body in his arms, flipped the blanket and laid her between the rich silk sheets, and climbed in behind her.

"God, what was that!"

"My sweet spot.”

They rested quietly, the breaths calm now. Jake stroked Katie's skin, enjoying how a shiver often runs through her. His little kitten wanted more of Mr. Victor. He slowly turned to look at her face. Her usually neat locks sprawled everywhere on the bed. God, she looked adorable.

"God, you look fucked."

"I feel fucked."

"I still want to fuck you." Katie smiled, looking at the twinkle in his eyes.

"Feed me first." Jake began to get up from bed and walked around to the closet and removed one of Katie's old oversized t-shirts.

"No, don't wear that, just jeans, please." His smile broadened.

"These are for you."

He walked back to help her got her up and pulled on the t-shirt for her then held her hair in a loose bun above her read. He helped her out of the bed and when she hissed in pain, Mr. Victor jumped. Sadistic fuck. He quickly put his jeans on and headed for the kitchen. Her stomach began to rumble and Jake grinned. He took a mental note to stock up his house with more food if ever she came over.

Jake opened the large fridge in her kitchen and come face to face with a large tray full of chicken legs and knew exactly what to make his little kitten. He placed the tray on the island and went fishing for more ingredients and spices to bake the chicken legs. All the while he could feel her looking at him.

'Admire me my little kitten, I'm all yours to ogle.' he thought.

Katie grabbed a bottle of wine from her rack and two glasses then poured both to the brim, lit one joint, and handed it to Jake, who smiled at her as he eyed the joint and took a puff, leaving the joint in his mouth since his hands were busy.

Kate drank silently as she watched Mr. Perfect work in her kitchen, shirtless. How many times she had fantasized about such moments? Rippled muscles, tight jeans, and barefoot. She bit her lip and imagined how Mr. Victor moved inside her, how she felt all the veins against her walls and her eyes involuntarily fluttered closed.

Suddenly, strong hands circled her waist and she opened her eyes.

"Let me make you feel it again then." He whispered, nipping her ear.

"Feel what," her voice was now soft with arousal.

“Mr. Victor inside you. If I'm not mistaken, that's what you were fantasizing about."

"How do you know that?" He didn't answer, he just stood, his eyes looking at her thighs pressed together firmly, then rounded the island and took the tray and put it in the oven, and set the timer to 15 minutes. He then took his glass of wine and went to sit next to her. Her kitchen stools were heavily padded and now he saw the whole picture.

"You built this house to suit your needs; everything is precise and serves a purpose."

"Yes."

She emptied her glass and refilled both glasses.

"Did you design it?"

"Not really, I'm sure by now you know this is one of your designs."

"No, it looks like my design but it's been altered. In very many ways. From the outside, it looks like my house, but when inside, everything changes."

"Then yeah, you can say it's my design. I bought the plan from your company and then edited it to suit my wants." She looked around her house with pride.

"You are the 'Psychotic Bitch', I can't believe this."

"What!" she exclaimed.

"No, I mean, that was your alias at the company. My brother never slept fitting in your demands for the construction. Every time you called, he knew you were about to add a new thing to the kitchen or change the direction of your walk-in closet." he laughed. "I'm not building a house,"

"I'm building a home." she finished. "I never saw you, how come, and yet I was at your company numerous times."

"You were paying good money, and my brother didn't want me messing it up, considering how much he was trying to hold it together." He shrugged his shoulders like it didn't matter.

"By that, you mean sleep with me."

"Yeah, every time I slept with a woman, it ended with my windows smashed, or my keys thrown in a river. I've lost my company, and clients, before. One of those times, her husband walked into my brother's office to find her sprawled on the table while I fuck her. In my defense, she took one look at me and her panties went flying, I couldn't say no." Katie was now laughing hysterically holding on to her ribs. At least she too found it funny, rather than tagging me unredeemable. The timer went off and Jake went around to remove the chicken. He took a bowl from the cupboard and placed the pieces one at a time into it.

"Movie while you eat."

"Yes please, Twilight, if you don't mind." She batted her eyes at him and she let her have it. Maybe he could learn a few things about her this way.

"Anything you want, Kitten."

Jake threw paper towels on the bowl and headed for the couch with his glass in his other hand. Katie followed him with her own and the bottle. They ate quietly and he realized it was because all her attention was directed at the screen. She loves this movie.

 

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CHAPTER 9

Katie's breathing evened out and he knew she had fallen asleep. He turned off the TV, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to bed. He gently placed her on the sheets and her t-shirt rode up exposing her ass.

Damn, he still wanted her. Why did she have to fall asleep?

He quickly made work of removing his trouser and climbed in bed beside her. Jake looked over her sleeping form and decided to give her two hours of sleep then he'd wake her to take Mr. Victor deep in her again. Right now she slept soundly and wouldn't wake her up.

He rested a hand behind his head and looked at the ceiling. A woman lay beside him, for the past two weeks a woman has laid beside him, and in those two weeks, they have fucked like they were in heat, but tonight, tonight was different. Tonight every orgasm coursed through their bones. He felt it even now.

He thought back to that final moment inside her when Mrs. Victoria gripped Mr. Victor, it felt like Mr. Victor was been choked, and her walls milked him dry. He wanted to collapse right there and then, but he had to hold on. He lowered his head and looked at his throbbing Mr. Victor, it was almost painful. He took it in his hands and began stroking it, but didn't feel the satisfaction in doing that. His gaze drifted to the woman sleeping next to him, he couldn't wake her, but he could find his release as she slept.

He turned towards her and brought Mr. Victor to her opening, and slowly slid in. She felt at home. He drew back and slid more inches than the last in. Why is it that, that which is forbidden feels this good? He had to feel more of her. He brought both his arms around her and held her firm before him and took all the final inches into her and groaned out loud.

Will she remember this?

Jake began to steadily move inside her, her narrow walls gripping Mr. Victor firmly, he wanted to stay like that forever. His strokes become more frantic and he needed to pound into her. He let her go, moved his upper body away from hers, and held her shoulder firmly with one hand while the other secured her by the waist, now he could pound home.

He thrust hurriedly into her and felt her stir, oh no, he couldn't have her waking now. He quieted a little longer until he heard her breathing begin to steady again then he again began the ruthless assault. He was fucking her while she slept, using her body, and it felt great. He was leaving a fantasy. His strokes grew more vigorous as their bodies began to slap against each other, thrust after thrust after thrust, and despite asking himself what he was doing to the woman was right, he kept at it.

His orgasm began to build, it bubbled from his balls and began to overtake him, he felt the walls of Mrs. Victoria squeeze him and felt his coke become even wetter. God, this woman. She just come. He was impressed. He thrust into her two more times before he emptied himself deep into her. He released her and come up by his elbows to watch her sleeping face. He had fucked a sleeping woman.

His body relaxed on the pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling satisfied and afraid he’ll dream of marrying this woman.

Katie's eyes slowly opened and come face to face with panting and granting Jake. Her walls suddenly began to squeeze his Mr. Victor, her body tremble as her orgasm consumed her followed by a loud groan from Jake as he too come undone.

"Good morning, Katie"

"This definitely is a nice way to wake up."

"I tried waking you; you just groaned and sank deeper into the bed. Let me take you out for breakfast."

"Can't we just make something here?" She complained.

"We can, but how else will I get to scare the shit out of my brother when he sees me with you."

"Okay, but on one condition though," She buttered her eyes and looked at him wide-eyed.

"Anything for you, Katie. Anything." He confessed, kissing her shoulder and squeezing her breasts pinching the nipple a bit hard. Her sex clenched around Mr. Victor emitting a soft groan from his throat. His shaft began to expand inside her again and she gasped, surprised.

"I want to live inside your pussy woman." He mourned as he slowly lifted his hips and brought them back down gently, burying himself deep in her.

"I want to ride Mr. Victor. I want to impale myself with your shaft and scream these walls down as I wet Mr. Victor with my jizz." She whispered into his ear, the muscles under her fingers flexed dangerously and Jake groaned and thrust so deep into her, that her legs shot off the bed into the air. He held her waist firmly and flipped her to impale Mr. Victor. He wanted her jizz to stream down and coat his balls.

Katie began to move her thin waist in erotic motions. Jake watched her body keenly, he watched her curled locks bounce on her shoulders, watched he full breasts rise and fall as her body moved, he wanted to touch them, squeeze them and bite them so hard her whole body resonated with a dangerously borderline to death orgasm, and he'd do exactly that, he just needed a few more minutes to watch this perfect specimen enjoy the length of Mr. Victor hit her cervix multiple times. He was so deep in her that he constantly went past her feminine sheath. He liked it.

Jake watched Katie move and fell more in love with her. His eyes ran down to her flat tummy, dangling there beautifully was a pink diamond pendant. This woman truly was immaculate. He watched her little waist gyrate and imagined that flat tummy growing big. His eyes suddenly shot to her face to find her watching him too, one hand on his biceps and the other stretched behind her. He wanted her pregnant. That couldn't be right, they haven't even been a couple yet, for chrissake he was waiting for an okay to be her boyfriend.

He let the thought slide away and began to rock his hips to meet hers, his hands went to the curve of her hips, a place he knew was sensitive, gripped her tight, and brought her harder down against his hard Mr. Victor. Her loud moans echoed in the room and he fed off them like a zombie on brains. Her mourns did things to him, things he couldn't explain, things that propelled his hips to take more, his fingers to dig into her ass. He shut his eyes and threw his head on the pillow as his orgasm violently rose. He felt Katie suddenly fall on his chest to ride out her orgasm. That felt good. He wrapped her possessively around his arms and kept pounding into her.

His body suddenly stilled, pain shot through his shoulder, his chest grew wide to take in all the air he could, his knees come up on the bed and suddenly he let go of her and placed his palms roughly on the swell of her hips, his thumb digging into the folded flesh on her front, and his hip jerked violently into her. He fucked her so hard that, if he wasn't holding her she could fly off the bed, and still, he'd follow her to wherever wall she landed on. Her screams become sharp and Jake thrust one more time deep into her, depositing his jizz in her. He delivered one more heavy thrust with a loud groan of satisfaction before he let his body rest on the bed, his woman panting on top of him.

"Every time I fuck you, it's like I'm fucking you for the first time." Jake exhaled. "I don't want to wait for your answer anymore.'

Katie raised her head to look at him, confused by his declaration.

"What do you mean?"

"You are my woman. I don't need consent to claim you. All your orgasms are consent enough, mine included too. You are mine now Katie, and I'll be damned if I ever let you go." He took her beautiful lips into his and kissed her with more need than before. He kissed her hard and soft, showing her he could be both for her, he could be exactly what she wants. He could be her prince charming and her incubus, her light and her darkness.

Before last night he sensed the darkness in her, he senses a different being living in her, he sensed that there was more to her full lips, beautiful curves, well-defined curved, and her all princess from a faraway land look. But he didn't know how to address it. His body reacted, his monster was stirred from a long-lost place, every time he thrust into her, he wanted to be more violent, to go deeper than her anatomy allowed, to stretch her past her every limit.

To hear her blood-cuddling screams of pain and overwhelming orgasms. He was never going to push through with his desires; the much he got from her was too much to lose by wanting more, especially if more meant breaking limits. But then, he become jealous of a sleazy scumbag, and near raped her in her living room, he still remembers how with every thrust, he grew harder, Mr. Victor felt wonderful, and Mrs. Victoria’s walls squeezed him twice before he realized that she had jizzed twice, thrice plus the last one. That he enjoyed.

She had enjoyed it. He knew she might deny it if he asked, but her beautiful lips told more than enough, and he knew, he'd rape her again. That was a promise. And now he could fuck her hard and love her tenderly, in his eyes she was his little kitten.

"With what condition." He broke off the kiss and asked.

'What?" Katie was confused.

"You'd meet my brother under one condition. What's it?"

"Oh yeah, I'll meet and scare the wit's out of your brother if you promise to fuck me in every restaurant we eat in, and bar we drink in. It's a fantasy of mine." She whispered the last part, almost afraid of his reaction. Maybe it was too soon to lay all her shades of fucked up on him.

"You know; some women ask for cars or trips to Paris in such situations." He smirked.

"Those are things you are supposed to give me without me having to ask for them you know. I'm not a gold digger, but I enjoy my luxuries, and I love being showered with more luxuries." He did not expect that.

Truthfully, he expected to hear, "I'm not most women,” or another fun statement he's heard many times before, "I'm not after your money,” “I'm not materialistic,” or even better, "Not every woman is shallow."

"So you want my money." He raised his eyebrows at her.

"I don't intend to max your credit cards, but I like that you have money. Money is security, that's why I have money. I worked hard for it, to be able to get myself all this and live a life where I don't need another person so desperately. I've lived that life, and I'll go to Valhalla before I send myself back there again. Having nothing can break a person’s spirit, it broke mine, many times, and this house, the life I have now, is what motivated me to stand up again and try harder, each time building a stone wall in my chest, to help me withstand the pain when I fell again. And one day, the pain didn't come, and now I can take myself to Paris, but I want you to." She poked her finger in his chest and flung off the duvet, climbed out of bed to shower.

A few minutes later the divider opened and Jake strode in all of his naked glory. Thirty minutes later, a long shower and three orgasms later, they were headed out. Her shower times will never be any better, she didn't think she'd ever even shower alone again, she felt fresh and used. Just how she always wanted it. She looked over at the man sitting next to her, his large hands gripping the steering wheel, veins covering his arm, and she found that to be a very attractive sight. His aura oozed pure male testosterone, she liked what she saw. She touched her chest and she could almost feel her chest purr, her Succubus was purring. She smiled.

 

 

CHAPTER 10

"Hey James," Katie chimed excitedly.

James looked up to find his overbearing client standing in front of him. A large cup of coffee in hand. He liked her, she had too many demands, but he liked her, he liked that she knew everything she wanted in her house design.

"Katie," he called out.

"Fancy meeting you here."

"Likewise, care to join me, please?" He offered, motioning to the chair opposite him.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," James took a quick glance at his watch. "Waiting for someone?"

"Yeah, a friend, he's late." or brother. Katie thanked him and slid next to him.

'So how's your house so far, liking it?" James liked to be constantly appreciated for his good work, Katie had seen it before.

"Oh, I'm in love with my house James. It's fantastic, and everything I wanted. You did a splendid job. I believe meeting you here was somehow fate because I intended to seek you out later, I want my bathroom remodeled, starting with the bath tab. I'm tired of the one I have." She informed him happily.

She was a good client, never out for a quick fix, and was always willing to put in money where it was needed. If he took this project, his Christmas bonus would be higher than his brother Jean. Oh, he was totally going to rub it in his face. Second-time clients, especially Katie, were huge for the company.

"Definitely, I'll send you the paperwork as soon as you are ready, then we can start working right away."

"That would be just wonderful." Katie heard the door chime and saw the tension on James' face.

James had to get his damn stupid brother away before he decided to up the game and fuck yet another of his clients. He quickly rose from his chair and harried to meet his brother before he can sink his claws into his now favorite client.

"Give me a minute."

He walked into his brother and with all his force pushed him back out the door. Jake stumbled several times before they finally stood outside.

"You are late."

"What does dad want?" He asked impatiently.

"He's worried you've gone down the drain again. He's asked me to hand deliver you to him before he sends his people to deliver you instead. Where have you been, your house has been deserted for weeks." James placed his left hand on his waist and the right on his lips and looked at his brother expectantly.

"I met a woman." Jake smiled.

"Oh God, I'm too late, you are already down the drain. What does she want, does she know who you are? Oh, no! Father will disinherit you this time. But we don't have to tell him, we can handle this, a few thousand and she'll vanish. I hope she's not pregnant again. I swear if dad was not so headstrong you'd be raising a gazillion pups that aren’t even yours."

Jake looked at his brother and smiled warmly.

"This time, my name doesn't mean a thing to her. She doesn't even seem to remember my full name."

James began to pace.

"Oh she does, remember Heather, she never even asked to know your name, and then boom, if you leave me I'll go to the news and say you forced me to abort."

Jake placed his hands on his brother’s shoulders to calm him.

"I've learned my lesson brother: Don’t fall in Love quickly'. But this time it's real."

James had heard this before, all of it. His brother liked the innocent ones, but sometimes those innocent ones’ were in disguise. The cafe door opened and Katie walked towards him. If he wasn't so disoriented with his brother’s news he would have acted quickly, or rather he would have seen the twinkle in his brother’s eyes, but when he finally composed himself, Jake was taking Katie into his arms and kissed her intently. He saw how he held her so close to his chest, how passionately he kissed her, and he saw his bank account begin to lose money. With every stroke of their gentle lips, he lost a thousand shillings, with every moan that escaped her lips, he lost ten thousand, his heart couldn't take it.

"No, no, no, no, no, NO!" He yelled. "No! Not her Jake, not her. She's my client." He began to pace again.

"Forgive my manners. Katie, this is James, my brother, James Katie, my girlfriend." Katie melted at the introduction. She swooned and James almost cried.

"I'm so screwed." He muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me," Katie looked at him.

"Nice to know you too finally met. Even despite my hard work to prevent it." He exclaimed. "I'll see you on Monday Katie. Brother." He said and turned to head to his car. He pulled out and left hurriedly and the two of them began to laugh.

"Oh, he's going to have one hell of a night."

“I actually do like my bathroom you know, that's how I've always wanted it."

"Don't worry, when you meet on Monday, I'll have given you a plan for that extra bedroom you have downstairs. I'd like to transform it into something interesting. You'll ask him to have an NDA ready." Jake grabbed her ass and pulled her back into his arms. She liked to be discretely groped in public; it gave her a rush of not being caught. He lightly spanked her ass and dragged her back to his car, he felt like giving her another orgasm as they sped away on the highway, and he'd do exactly that and, she was driving.

"Shotgun!" He called out and threw his keys to her.

 

CHAPTER 11

That evening, Jake had a pretty long phone call with his father, he had many concerns and knew his dad would settle them. He's never before called his dad for help, but it's amazing what a woman can do, including bringing a grown man to his knees.

"O'Brien speaking," Jacob answered.

"Dad, you don't have to answer the phone like that."

"I know son, it's a work habit, been wondering where you've been. Nice of you to call."

"Yeah, I've been preoccupied a little. Listen, dad, I need your help with something."

"Well, I'll be damned, if it isn't my son, calling me for help. Ask away, son."

'I come across a name, I think I've heard it before and was hoping you can shed some light." He asked despite the tone of his father's voice.

"Sure, let me have it."

"Kevin Salvador."

"Old Grey Salvador's son, whatever contract you have signed with him, terminated it with immediate effect, that boy is bad news." His father shifted in his seat. "His ways are wicked, his actions are deceptive, he...."

His father went on and on as Jake listened keenly. He knew that name was familiar and it was, now that he had a clear picture he had to save Katie from him. He had to scare the rag rat away before he caused harm and wreaked havoc on his kitten’s life. He must.

 

Katie stretched her feet over the small wooden table and increased the volume on the TV, she was watching her favorite drama series, Scandal, and Jake was giving her a basketcase of questions. So many times she has just stared at his face bewildered. How was Katie supposed to explain every damn question about the overly stretched plot yet she wasn't the director?

"Admit it, you watch it just to stare at that guy, you know, Jake." He said, playfully raising his eyebrows.

"Shut up, you are taller than him." She assured.

"And better, I can't stand and watch the woman I want to spread her legs for another man, plus, he totally has the resources to snatch her away. Dumb fool." He said, shaking his head.

"You have to consider the fact that Olivia is in love with the president, she may love Jake, but she hasn't cried over him, she's cried over Fitz many times. You can see who she truly loves. And she takes the words of Fitz at heart."

"This series is dumb; now how many men are after her?

"Three, Hulk is in the mix."

"And yet she still sleeps alone, cold."

Katie looked at Jake and just shook her head; he was a piece of work.

"Let's just listen to music."

"No, I want to see how it ends."

"They don't end up together; she decides he's too good for her and dumps his ass, and aborts his baby." She jumps to the end and watches his face scrunched in what looked like hurt and pain. Huh, he likes the movie after all.

"Cruel bitch. Let’s listen to music."

Jake snatched the tablet from her and opened the YouTube app, pressed a few keystrokes, and Lukas Graham's Love someone blasted through the speakers. He looked expectantly at Katie, waiting for her reaction. She slowly started to smile and snuggled deep into him.

His message was home. Many times, they found that words were less to explain what they felt, and song lyrics spoke for them. Jake held her closer to him and together they stared back at the screen, but none of them really looked. Katie's mind was preoccupied, she wondered if she could ever be normal enough to love Jake if her heart could even love anymore, she wondered if she'd ever wanted him for more than his body and all the orgasms he could give her.

Jake's mind wasn't settled either, he was starting to acknowledge that he loved the woman sitting beside him, he was head over heels in love with her and he couldn't help it, he was hopeless, and on cloud nine. Katie brought out the best in him. With her, he feels like he fits in like he doesn't have to hide even a single aspect of himself, he doesn't have to hide his flaws, he doesn't even fret over his flaws, it's like she doesn't even notice them. With her, he is free, his soul is at ease and his mind at peace.

"I'm in love with you, Katie." His head turned to face her.

"Jake..." Jake placed his index finger on her lips to stop her.

"You just don't know it yet, but you will, soon."

They silently went back to listening to music. Katie searched her soul, and she knew she felt something, only she didn't know what it was. What if it was love, what if this is what love felt like, but she brushed the feeling away feeling at peace, and returned to the streaming videos.

Jake’s door suddenly flung open and his entire family rushed in, his father wore a stormy expression on his face as he walked towards them, His mother I believe, pulling him and pleading with him to go back home.

"Don't do this dad.' Jake shot to his feet and pulled Katie behind him.

"What does this one want this time?" He spat out. His finger pointed at Katie.

"Nothing dad, she wants nothing. Is that how low you regard me now as no one would truly wish to be with me not unless it were for your money?" Jake asked, pained.

"She is one of them, isn't she? Is she pregnant, has she made you feel like you are so in love and she's not after your money, just wants to be with you? She is just an opportunistic bitch, she'll pocket when she's done and leave you high and dry for her next conquest. Haven't you learned from your mistakes already?" Disgust was written all over his face, hatred, for her.

"Don't say that Jacob, she seems like a good girl. Give her a chance before you judge her honey. We don't even know who she is." Beatrice stood in front of her husband, soothing his anger, willing him to look past his anger, and see reason.

"Is your attempt to ruin the happiest time in my life, brother," he spat out, "did you mention that Katie here is paying you twice your normal rate to ensure you give her quality, or that she's the CEO of her own company? Did you?" Jake's anger rose, his fists clenched, and Katie took his fisted hand into hers and his shoulders slowly relaxed.

James scratched his brows and looked at his feet.

"Of course, you didn't, why would you, when you were busy securing the money you'd get from the client pay any attention to your own brother? She's a good woman, and dad you don't have to worry about your money, because I quit. You can show yourselves out now." Jake turned around and went upstairs; he wanted a place to brood, where no one could see him. Katie stood in the middle of the room like a literal little kitten.

"So, this is a nice way to meet the rest of the family. Hi, I'm Katie." She said, faking enthusiasm.

"Hi, I'm Beatrice, Jake's mother, I'm sorry about this whole misunderstanding, you know, past wounds, but that does not excuse enough."

"I understand, it's what family does. That just shows you care enough." Katie gave the only answer she could come up with at that time.

"I'd like for you and Jake to come to the family branch next weekend. Please consider it, we'd love to have you there, and get to know you more." she was a sweet woman.

"Fine. I'll have to ask Jake about it. Thank you." She was unsure of his reaction, especially after his outburst.

"What are you all still doing here? I thought I said leave." Jake strode back to the room and looked straight at his family. He put more stress on the last word.

"James, find your way home," Jacob called out over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, c'mon dad, I'm sorry." Jacob and Beatrice were already out the door, leaving James standing alone.

"I'm sorry Katie, I was blinded by the money, and I tapped into an old emotion within my father for a solution. I didn't realize I was neglecting so many things in pursuit of that. I'm sorry." James had seen his mistake. Katie was about to speak when Jake raced her to it.

"Leave!" James turned and followed suit.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be, it's what family does."

 

CHAPTER 12

Grrr! Grrr!

Katie took a look at her door and back to the big flat-screen TV mounted on her wall. Jake preferred a bigger screen, he wanted a wider screen to play his games, and he didn't want to leave his house, so instead, he ordered a bigger screen and was waiting for his new Xbox to be delivered. In the meantime, they streamed YouTube funny videos and new music.

Grrr! Grrr!

"Is your Xbox here already?" Katie seemed shocked, only 15 minutes had elapsed.

'They can't be that quick.'

"Let me check." Jake pulled his undone jeans up to button them and reached for the house tablet as he walked towards the door.

"Who is it? I don't know some old man." Jake pressed the speaker button and called out. "May I help you?"

'Is that a man's voice I hear? Abraham, it's a man!' A woman’s voice came through.

'Maybe it's the gateman.'

"Um, young man, I'm here to see my daughter, tell her, her family and In-laws are outside. Thank you."

Jake froze and Katie shot from the couch to where Jake was standing. Clear as daylight, her Papa' and Mama' was by the gate. And that's when she panicked.

"Buzz them in." She said absentmindedly.

Jake unlocked the gate, placed the tablet down, and turned to look at her. Then he saw it, fear. She was afraid. Suddenly she took off running, but before she could reach the stairs, he called him.

"Jake hurry!"

"What's going on?"

She burst through her bedroom door and ran into the closet. She pulled out a neatly folded t-shirt, a fresh pair of jeans, and a pair of socks.

"Wear that, and brush your hair, and teeth. Don't forget the socks," she yelled as she went back into her closet and pulled out an old suitcase.

Jake dressed as fast as he could as he watched her frantically change her clothes. She removed the large t-shirt she was wearing and stood naked. She then flung the old suitcase and drew out black cotton pants, along with a really shapeless skirt, a blouse, and a head scuff.

"You are wearing that?" Jake asked, shocked. "Why?"

"My father doesn't like his daughters dressed the modern way, he is a very traditional man." She said as she covered her glorious locks and Jake groaned.

"Even your hair?"

"I'm unmarried, that's the tradition." She stated.

"So you have to cover your feet and arms?"

"Yes."

"You aren't married?" Jake was now confused.

"What! No, I'm not."

"Your father said, family and In-laws." Katie come to a standstill, her headscarf halfway done, her hands dropped to her sides and she stared back at Jake. She knew this day would come, she hoped hiding away from her family will make those disinterested in her, but how wrong she was.

"Oh no!"

She grabbed Jake’s hand and together they went down the steps. She was finally about to live the African nightmare of traditional marriage.

"Talk to me Katie, what's going on."

"Just hold me, and no matter what, don't let go, don't. Okay?"

"Okay."

Her living room was now flooded with so many old women, all speaking in her native language. Her mother was busy settling the elders around the table and was now pouring our native brew into their cups. That's not right. She observed. Suddenly, the room grew still and everyone looked at them. The women wide-eyed and the men scoffing.

"Greetings." She Said in her native language and was rewarded with a room full of murmurs.

"Greetings." They all said.

"Good God my daughter, I thought you were hiding from us."

"No Mama’, I just come out of the shower. “She said.

"Beautiful, my child, beautiful. Your time has come, come now, go kneel before the elders." She stilled momentarily, her eyes locking on both their hands. "Katherine, who is this young man?"

"Mama' this is my boyfriend, Jake." She said, her lips quivering. She knew what was next.

"Eeeeeeeh! Eeeeeeeh!" The crowd of women erupted. Her father slowly moved closer to her and looked at Jake from head to toe; he could see the disapproval in his eyes.

"What did I hear you tell your mother?" He bellowed.

"Papa'..."

"Silence! Your dowry has been paid, go back to your room with your mother and aunties, dress like a proper bride, and come get married. As for you young man, you better leave." He said and turned to head back to the elders. Katie's grip became even more fierce on his.

"I'm sorry, but no can do, old man. I'm not leaving, and this wedding is not happening." Jake jibbed.

"Jake!" Too late. Her father turned around so first, he gave all of them whiplash, his anger written all over his face.

"Papa'...."

"Silence! You are here living in the city, in this big house, with a man who has not laid claim to you. Who has not sought me out for permission to court you, and now he talks to me like he knows no tradition and has no respect for his elders? And yet an honorable man had brought dowry for your hand, and you deny this union? For what, this white African!" He was steaming now.

"My husband, calm down, she will get married, we just need a quick talk." Her mother turned to her. "My daughter, let's go and prepare you now and talk." The older woman tried to nudge her to move but she moved from her touch causing the headscarf to fall off.

Everyone in the room gasped. This must be good. Her mother was horror-stricken, she was now weeping and wailing, a few women holding her and consoling her. This is a true circus. Jake turned to look at her father, whose cane was raised like he wanted to strike her, he probably would. And that's when he saw the cause for distress, her lock.

An older woman, probably a hundred, leaning on her walking stick, stood in front of the wailing mother, hunched over and began to speak.

"Don't trouble your soul, my child, we can cut off the evil on her head and her hair will eventually grow back on again. Come now, that's a simple matter." She said, weakly.

"I'm not cutting off my hair. And Papa' who is ‘my’ be throated?"

"Such disrespect!" He bellowed.

"I'm your fiancé' "Comes a voice.

Kevin!

Suddenly her father yanked her so hard that she lost hold of Jake and stumbled before the elders.

"Papa' no, stop Papa'."

"You are getting married and will not be a disgrace to my family."

She was let go and now stood in front of three elderly men, her father, and Kevin's father sat opposite at the edge of the curve. Suddenly, a commotion erupted behind her only to see Kevin take a heavy beating from Jake. They were soon broken off and Jake come straight to her and held her by the waist and pulled her to his side. After what happened, he wasn't taking any chances anymore.

"I'm sorry I let go." He apologized, you are here now.

Kevin walked before them and sneered at Jake. "She is mine now!" He erupted in a peal of evil laughter. "I asked you nicely, and you thought you were clever," Kevin said from behind her.

"I still won't marry you, Kevin, came rain come sunshine." She hissed. "Papa'Ezekiel, Papa'Jeremiah, Papa' Simion, I greet you."

They all murmured their greetings.

"Sorry about your long travels, but I do not wish to get married.”

"Why will you not marry, my child, are off again and a strapping young man has already been given your hand in marriage." Papa' Ezekiel asked.

"I am already wed, Papa'Ezekiel. To this strapping young man with me."

Her father wanted to strangle her, but she knew he was too traditional to outspeak his elders. So as expected, he sat down and clenched his jaw. Her father was furious, especially because if she kept on being too headstrong, he was going to lose the wealth he had just acquired.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 13

 

The buzzer at her gate suddenly went off and she wondered if their entire village had just arrived. Jake took the tablet from the table and unlocked the gate. A few minutes later, Jacob O'Brien strode into her living room like he owned the place and took in everyone seated there, his eyes then landed on Kevin. And a wide grin suddenly split his face.

"Well well, if it isn't my long-lost friend and his son. How splendiferous. Fancy meeting you at my daughter-in-law’s house. To what do we owe this honor?" he asked as he stretched his legs apart and folded his arms across his chest.

"Mr. O'Brien, I did not realize you'd be here." Kevin’s dad mattered, rather shockingly.

"Oh, we are all here, see we were supposed to be having Branch at the sports club but my kids were nowhere to be seen, and then I receive a message that the oh famous Salvador wants to take away my daughter-in-law, we had to come and see." Jacob was now standing beside us.

The door flew open and James, in tow with his pregnant wife stormed in followed by Jean, Cassie, and Beatrice followed suit. Katie looked at Jake, confusion in her eyes, what did his family have to do with this? But it wasn't his family, not all of it though, it was Beatrice.

"I believe you've met my wife, Beatrice," Jacob said.

Salvador suddenly began to sweat. He swallowed hard and looked at Jake intently like he finally pieced something together. His brows narrowed and realization hit and slowly he rose from the couch, and threw a piercing look at Kevin, who quickly rose and followed his father.

"The wedding is called off. I wish you many happy days." They both bowed to the elders and left, taking a larger group of the women in the crowd with them. The elders looked at each other questioningly, but none of them spoke, their work is to officiate weddings, circumcisions, and disputes between families and since none of that was happening, they too slowly rose and left.

Her aunt, father, and mother stood alone in the middle of the room. Too dumbfounded to speak. He wondered who the man before them was. But he did not ask, he took a glance at his daughter, his face marred with spite, and spit on the floor.

"Evil has its claws rooted in you, and you can no longer be saved. You disobey your father's command; hence you are no longer fit to be my child. I denounce you." Her mother gasped and began to cry uncontrollably.

"Oh no Papa', lest I'll die if you don't have me. No way. When was the last time I was your child Papa', have you asked yourself why I never come back home? You have no power over me Papa', I'm glad you've denounced me because it makes such a huge difference. Oh wait, it doesn't." Her words spewed pure sarcasm and her father almost struck her.

Before the cane hit her, Jake grabbed it and brought it down gently. Not a word come out of his lips. Her father then stormed off with her wailing mother and aunt in tow and left. The room remained aerie a few more minutes before Cassie broke the spell.

"What in God’s name are you wearing!' Cassie cried.

"Respectful clothes. I realized too late that my father wasn't visiting me, but rather selling me off." Katie let out a sad laugh.

"Come, let's go change," Jake said.

"I'll make food. Everyone must be starving." Beatrice offered.

"And I'll connect this x-box. You've officially moved in brother; the x-box is everything." Jean laughed.

"We are married actually, if my memory serves me right." Jake smirked and Katie punched him on his biceps. "Ouch! You said it yourself," he said, rubbing his arm.

"I was looking for a solution, if you had told me you had one already I wouldn't have said so much." She complained.

Prisca, James' wife, and all her 8 months of pregnant, snacked herself a whole couch so she could relax her feet. James sat at her feet and began to rub them gently; he loved his wife and would do anything for her.

"So you two really are serious, huh? No child's play here." James came up suddenly.

"Of course they are bro, his Xbox is in her house, and you can't go back from that. You never can." Jean said, shaking his head, and Katie thought she saw sadness in his eyes. "And if you come back, nothing will be the same again." Everyone in the house was now looking at Jean.

Jean knew he had opened a wound he so tried to bandage away, a wound called Lisa, and his entire family was about to rain down on him with questions. He looked into each face and saw the very one question he never wanted to hear, 'What happened?' Well, nothing happened, and that's for sure. But he had to shoot them down fast, because away in the kitchen, his mother was wiping her hands, ready to come to his side. He couldn't have that.

"I've seen it happen to a few friends, damn it sucks to watch." He said and got back to connecting the Xbox.

He had shaken them off, for now, and he knew a time would come when all his escapades will be discovered, and he'll have to hear his father yell at him to be a man and swallow his childish feelings. Or 'tap on that emotion, and bring me more clients,’ he couldn't do that to himself.

So in the next three months, Katie watched Jean closely and saw how withdrawn he become. With her degree in behavioral psychology, she could easily read people. And Jean, was hurting, and this wound was recent, but he did not want to look weak, especially to his father. One day, during brunch, Katie approached a spaced-out Jean, tapped his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes, and said,

"A cow falls, and yet it has four legs so please, stop crying over spilled milk and fetch you another glass." Then walked away.

Jean looked at her go and knew her African proverbs were at work again. She knew. She knew he was nursing a broken heart.

Jake tugged her arm and they slowly left. She was sweating in all the clothing and couldn't wait to get rid of them. She quickly undressed and breathed a sigh of relief. Her skin could now breathe, her pores opened and cool air hit her bare body. She felt free. She turned around to find Jake standing behind her, with smoldering eyes. She knew that look.

"I can't believe this words are about to come out of my lips but, we can't your family is out there."

But Jake was beyond a few words, he was already in another world, and he wanted her on her knees, begging him to fuck her more, even if more meant hurting her beautiful skin. He snaked his hand to the back of her head and brought her lips to his. If there is one thing he has grown to love, is the sound of his woman trying to say no because now he knew her no meant take by force. She never used that word lightly in the bedroom, only when she really needed it, and right now, he knew, she knew, they both needed it.

His kisses began to be more aggressive; he pulled her small curved body into his, like he wanted her to merge with him, and began to move towards the bed. Katie's legs hit the edge and Jake suddenly let her go, causing her to fall backward limply from the vigorous and passionate kiss. She watched him reach for the side of the bed and heard chains rattle, oh she loved that sound, but his family could be listening in. She began to scoot over to the other side of the bed, running away from him, and that made Mr. Victor even harder.

"Jake, no! Your family is downstairs."

He grabbed her ankle and secured it quickly before she had any other ideas of running away, Mr. Victor couldn't bare the chase, he'll detonate anytime.

"I know; I also know you like the danger of wanting not to be caught. Let's see if I'm right." He run his fingers along her back down her ass and drilled them forcefully into her opening making her gasp aloud.

"Wet. So very wet my little succubus," A wet pool formed in her sex instantly, 'Aah! You like that, don't you kitten? You like that I know who you truly are, don't you?" He said, kneeling behind her, one leg secured to the bed, that's all he needed.

"Yes, please." She whispered.

Jake unbuckled his belt and placed it next to her body, so she knew it was there, her body responded in very appealing ways and Jake loved it. Like how her butt was now wiggling in the air, seeking the touch of the leather, how she looked at him, silently begging, with her eyes, to be stroked, how her back arched, offering him her wet lips to fuck. He freed Mr. Victor eventually, took all of his glorious inches, and stroked the seams of her lips.

"I'm not motivated enough," She knew what to do.

"I want you deep in me Jake. Please, fuck me, fuck me." She whispered, breathless.

Jake positioned Mr. Victor on her entrance and watched her tight pussy swallow it. It was a sight to behold. She started to wiggle, wanting more force, and oh did he plan to force. He slowly pulled the belt making sure she saw it, her anticipation growing. Katie knew her pain was about to come, a few strokes later, but it was coming, and she waited, and waited, Mr. Victor was now halfway in her, that was torture. She heard the buckle rattle and knew what was coming until she didn't.

The belt was suddenly thrown over her head and she felt it tighten around her neck as she was forcefully yanked up and backward, driving the rest of Mr. Victor deep inside her. She let out a loud scream as both of her hands went to release the assault on her neck. She struggled to peel off the belt, but her fingers couldn't squeeze between the belt and her neck.

Jake watched her. One hand firmly holding the belt, the other on her hips as he mercilessly pounded into her, she was so wet, enjoying this event, but her fear of living the unexpected still had a hold of her, and that’s what he wants. He watched her struggle to free herself; her lips trying to call to him to let her go, only no words escaped her beautiful lips.

His strokes grew harder, he wanted to go deeper. He pushed her back lower and drove home. Squeaky sounds come from her; her hands were now trying to push him away while the other held the belt, trying to pull it loose. To no avail. Her body began to go limb, her hands growing weak and that's when her body also began to shake violently, she was hanging on a thin thread, her soul was knocking on the gates of heaven, or hell, and her body was here, shattering in a deadly orgasm. He watched her body giving up, her hips jerking violently. He felt her walls grip him tighter than before like it knew it was final for them, like a last breath, milking Mr. Victor, and he shot his seed deep inside her, granting roughly as he found his release, but kept pumping a few more times before releasing the belt.

He heard her desperately draw in air and he began to fuck her again. A few strokes later they both come and fell limb on the bed. Jake's belt still hangs on her neck, her body was shaking uncontrollably, her mind wasn't that awake from having been deprived of oxygen for so long and her limbs were only now coming back to life.

Her fantasies had clearly been misleading because she found more pleasure in the belt this way than how she found it in her imagination. Jake's hand began to trace her body, willing her to calm down, to breathe evenly. He traced her stomach lightly, then went up to draw circular motions on her exposed breasts, and pinched her nipples, causing her to react and slam her hips in his groin.

"I love fucking your pussy, and because of that love, I can't fuck you again, I'll destroy it." He said, gyrating meeting her butt with every harsh pinch.

"That, what you did to me, it felt really good. I've never imagined being taken that way." She said her voice hoarse. Her throat was acting up; he'd have to fix her a cup of tea.

"Taking you, taking your body, does things to me, to my imagination." He began to kiss her arms tenderly, and Katie turned to look into his eyes.

Her hands held his face and admired the adoration she saw in them. He adored her.

"I want to take you, Katie, fuck you anywhere and everywhere, take your pleasures however they come, to feed the incubus inside me. I want to own you and every release you find to be by me. Am I asking too much?" He traced his finger along her cleavage, to her breasts, and pinched again. Her hips jerked between his legs where he gripped them.

"You have to stop doing that." She whined, her voice scratchy.

"Why, I like how your body automatically seeks mine, even in your sleep."

"You pinch my nipples when I'm asleep." She asked star-eyed. Jake saw it and knew she liked the idea.

"Yeah, makes you jizz." He said, rather casually.

"Makes me jizz, what do you mean makes me jizz. In my sleep?"

"Yeah, when I'm fucking you." He said smiling. His hand now caressing the swell of her luscious hips.

"You fuck me when I'm asleep?" she was on her elbows, looking at him like he had grown horns.

"Yes, every night. Guess I too like the thrill of trying not to get caught." He pulled her to him and kissed her full lips.

"Why divulge?" She was curious.

"I want you to know how I abuse your little body every night without your knowledge, everyday kitten, I never fail, and I'll keep doing it until your body is conditioned, and every morning, when your body is acting against you, you'll know why, your body will call for me, every night, a not rest well. Until I'm by your side." He whispered the words to her lips, tracing his tongue on her lower lip, watching her eyes constantly flutter shut, she was loving it, but wary too.

"You want me dependent on you. Why?” Her lips quivered as she asked.

"You've made your life in a way that you no longer need anybody. That was your goal from the start. You have all the money in the world, and your heart is shut, a huge stone wall is built in here." He touched her chest. "I'm afraid of being disposable, so before your heart opens up for me, I'm going to claim your soul, and you'll forever need me."

"I want to let you in; I just don't know how it's done. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Jake." A tear fell down her face.

"I won't give up, just know that. Your wall has been built over the years, but I promise you my little Kitten, I'll have your heart too. Mind, body, soul, and heart. Blood, sweat, and tears. And then, and only then, I'll fill you with tiny pups, and I hope they have your eyes." She was not ready to tell him about her inability to bare children, she couldn't, not after all that. Not after he just poured out his sick twisted aspect of love and made it all seem right and just, under the very words that made them unjust and juvenile, owning. He wants to love me by owning me. Interesting.

"My family is about to come looking for us." He said sweetly because that's exactly what they'll do.

CHAPTER 14

Katie strode into the kitchen feeling fresh, sated, and hungry. She was starving. She lowered herself to the counter stool, watching Beatrice rinse a few dishes in the sink. A week ago, she would have been a nervous wreck, having someone touch her things, having people watch her TV, sit on her couch, and literally be in her house.

She hated it, hated people, but these are not just people, they are her family now, her people too, a family that looked out for her interests, her heart, and she too had to compromise and let them into her space. Like, letting Jake squeeze in a recliner for his dad, and majorly for himself when his dad was not sitting on it.

And as of a few days ago, host dinner for the whole family, and make a few African dishes, to satisfy their curiosity. Her heart swelled thinking about how they gobbled down her food, with not an ounce of criticism. Back at home, she never cooked anything right, she was constantly reprimanded for putting in too much oil, and too much salt, overcooking it, mixing the food at the wrong time, and best of all serving food that was still alive.

Her cooking was good, she knew it, and her family knew it. Because every time she made them a meal, they'd throw all sorts of insults at her, while devouring their food, licking their plates empty. Not a piece of the food she ever cooked was thrown in the rubbish, and not an ounce remained uneaten. She'd smile at herself, but the insults to her hands took root, and one day she stopped cooking, and now was labeled lazy. But she preferred that insult, for it was a constant, unchanging, and she didn't have to work hard only to be ridiculed, no, she only had to do nothing.

A plate of cubed beef, meatballs, and salad was pushed in front of her. She lifted her head to find Jake smiling down at her, a full plate in his hands, and he come around to sit with her.

"I figured you were hungry. You are always hungry after sex." He said, playfully.

"Yeah, I always am, but shhh, your mom will overhear you." She replied, under her breath. "And Jake, you aren't asking for too much." She kissed his lips, taking the beef that he had between his teeth.

"What are you two whispering about? Glad you could join us. We have some news." Beatrice suddenly spoke.

"What is it, mom?" Jake asked.

The kitchen was soon filled with listening ears who already knew what was next.

"So, in light of what happened here today, we all thought it would be nice to cheer up Katie a little bit, so we all voted, and your father is going to fuel up the old plane, new actually, sorry your lives are not in danger, anyway, we'd like to properly welcome Katie into the family with a 7-day trip to the coast, or another destination if she hates the ocean." Beatrice looked at Katie expectantly.

She knew that offer wasn't quite a catch to Katie, she could easily take herself to any beach in the world for a month, it was hard to give someone who has everything something as a gift. She knew it. But this time, it was not a trip she was offering, they all knew it, it was a chance to make Katie feel like she belonged. An apology from Jacob for thinking her an opportunistic bitch wanting to drain all the life from his son, and his brother James for fueling his father's rage. For Cassie, well Cassie just wanted to play with her locks, she wanted her as a client, to style her beautifully and if she'd allow, have her as the face of her company.

"I'd like that."

"Splendid, we leave tonight, plenty of time to pack."

"Wait, what? I have meetings on Monday." She spoke with a morsel of food in her mouth.

"Your assistance has rescheduled for you, the moment I mentioned vacation, he almost rescheduled the whole month, says your bones need a break, not just your head." She laughed fitfully.

 "That sweet boy is hilarious. Bring him along for branch next week, okay?" Jacob called from inside the fridge.

Everyone began to filter out slowly and soon the house was very quiet except for the clanking of spoons and plates.

"Thank you for that." Jake eventually broke the silence.

"It's the least I could do, they look truly sorry, and there is no need to take it out on them." She answered, not looking up.

"You have a beautiful heart." Jake reached over to twill a loose lock on her shoulder, admiring how ragged they looked on her head. His family must be blind if they couldn't notice her, 'I've just been fucked hair.'  Surely, they aren’t that dumb. He thought.

"I get to fuck you on the beach, you know. Just imagine it, one week of sex, food, and no responsibilities. Just you, bound and writhing for more, intoxicated and adventurous. Oh, Katie, you'll need rehab after I'm done with you.” He said, feeling like a thousand backs.

"Isn't that the other way round though, " she asked, sheepishly.

Jake burst out laughing.

"Might be, we'd both go on rehab, and share a room."

"That will beat the whole purpose of rehab, but I'll take it." She said happily dropping from her seat to rinse their plates.

Jake watched her gracious movements. How she constantly flipped her hair backward, even though it fell right back on her sides, she loved him; she just didn't know what love really felt like to acknowledge it. All this, his family, her house full of his presence, how her body sought him at night, she loved him, just didn't know she was doing it, she was blind to it, and before the week ended, she'll know it too.

CHAPTER 15

Katie walked out of the hotel lobby, thankful for the evening warm breeze. She had an errand to run, a gift for Jake that she had made two days ago. With only a day left on their vacation, Katie was almost disappointed.

She rounded the corner, seven blocks from the hotel, into the alley to the store. She found the man she had spoken to a few days ago about Jake's gift and greeted him warmly.

"A good evening, Sir," Katie called out.

"It isn't. These alleys are haunted by shadows at night, all the shops have closed." The old man looked disheveled.

"What happened?"

"Last night, the shop next door was attacked. Fuckers shot the poor boy and took all their day’s work. It's just sad."

"That's horrible. I hope he'll be okay."

"He will, but he won't be the same again. Here it is, used the titanium as requested." He stretched out his hand to her. “Simple feller, isn't he?"

"Yeah, and patient too. I don't know what love is supposed to feel like, but I’m willing to bet that I'm in love with him."

"It’s loving my child, you don't know what it's supposed to feel, but you are showing it. Titanium is not a simple rock. That says a lot."

"Thank you." She handed him her credit card and soon excited the store, feeling elated.

She stuffed the gift into her bag and walked up the alley to the streets. Suddenly an uneasy feeling crept her back and her hair stood still. Someone was following her. She started to walk faster but her legs just seemed to walk slower. Her breath came in short staccatos and she chanced a glance over her shoulder. A dark form grabbed her by the neck and covered her mouth with his strong hand.

Katie wiggled trying to free herself, trying to get loose but he held her in place. She wanted to tell him to take her bag but leave her alive, she had money, he could take everything he wanted, her bag fell to the ground but the man didn't reach for it, instead, he reached for her skirt, where she had forgone wearing panties to avoid the friction on her tender buds.

That’s when she became frantic, she kicked and struggled with more force, but his tight grip grew even stronger, she heard his zipper pull and knew what comes next, and as if wanting to scare her further, he let her mouth free and she spewed pleads out.

"Please no, take the money, and the credit cards, I won't report them missing. Please no, ple...!" His hand came back to her mouth, covering it again, but her struggles did not cease. She fought even when she knew there was nothing she could do, she fought, maybe someone will see her and help her, maybe just maybe if she fought harder he'd give up and leave her alone, but that wish too was obliterated when she felt the head of Mr. Victor against her opening.

Her hysterical cries fell on deaf ears, her assailant had a goal, and it was to take advantage of her, in an alley, that was now pitch black. Her mind went back to Jake, her sweet sweet Jake, how would she explain this terrible heinous act to him, he'd be so angry that she snuck out of the room while he slept, how stupid could she be, so stupid, walking around, in a town she doesn't know, alone. Her eyes darted to the store she came from, the light was still on, but nobody was coming outside, besides her cries were muffled, and they couldn't hear.

Mr. Victor began to inch into her, at a steady pace, slowly stretching her, her skin crawled and he wished the earth would swallow her, but wishes are not horses. Her assailant suddenly slammed into her, making her produce a muffled shriek, and her walls constricted and her first orgasm assaulted her, how could she find pleasure like this, she played with Jake, yes, but not in a million years did she wish to be truly assaulted, especially not in a back alley, against a rough wall, then he began to slum into her at a steady pace, vigorously. Her hair was all over her face now, her tears smeared all over her face, mucus coating the gloved hand. Holding her in place, every thrust more agonizing than the last, every time wondering what she'd tell Jake.

In and out of her he thrust, relentlessly, unfazed, she had now lost her strength to fight, but not her will, she tried one last time to break free, but his hand come around her stomach more firmly and held her in place as he found his release, the hot spurts of liquid-fueled her own orgasm and she let go, surrendering herself, she was of no use now, she was being punished for her sexual escapades, her father was right, evil lived inside her, and because she refused to cast out her demons, the punishment was reigning on her.

She felt her body go weak, her legs giving up, her hands dropped to her side, and her head fell. Katie wondered what was happening to her just as she felt a needle pull out of her neck. She had just been drugged. Her body, still disheveled and exposed, was thrown over her assailant’s shoulder and he walked away, with her hanging off his back, the cool breeze hit her bare ass, and as if sensing it, he spanked her and chuckled. Well who was to blame him, he could celebrate, he just grabbed a woman and was taking her away to do God knows where and what he could do to her, she was helpless, and on top of it, not another soul knew about it, just the two of them. Darkness comes over her as everything becomes a blur, sounds muffled and she slept.

 

Katie heard sounds as she struggled to open her eyes, a table, a bad wobbly table and she wished to shut her ears. Then she listened closely, not a wobbly table, but a table hitting the wall and she was on this table, her body fully awoke and she tried to get up but a hand came down on her back to stop her.

She hadn't dreamt it all, she truly had been raped and abducted, in a town she hardly knew, where was Jake, how long had she been out, Jake where are you? She cried, silently, but she knew, he'll find her. Jacob had people and money, he definitely has people already looking for her, they'll find her, they are looking, she had to have a little hope in her left, or she'll give up.

Her body suddenly went still, Mrs. Victoria pulsed, her fingers dug into the table and her body come to her tippy toes as her body gave way to yet another orgasm. Well, that's new. Her body was stalk still but her insides were happily letting go, it was like she drew her orgasm from every nerve of her body, she hasn't jizzed like that ever, her whole body quivered, her sex still spasming as more of her orgasm assaulted her, her head shot up and a scream left her lips as yet another orgasm claimed her. Seriously, that can't be, her body was betraying her.

She fell back on the table her legs flat on the floor and felt victor inside her pull out, and the evidence of their mating streaming down her thighs, which were now raw. Many times she had drawn a little consciousness, she was being fucked, one time her eyes open a little and she came face to face with a masked face, he looked straight at her, and pounded even harder, her stares were motivation, and he looked at her, willing her to do something, she didn't know what, she tried to speak, he looked like he wanted to listen, but her eyes grew heavy again and she saw darkness.

"You come twenty-two times in less than three hours, that's a record I don't think we'll ever break Little Kitten." Her eyes flew open, and her body tremble as she tried to get up.

"Jake?" She couldn't believe it.

"Come, your body is pretty much used, I don't think you can move an inch for at least a day or two." She come to her side and scooped her into his arms.

"It was you, all along, it was you." She said, to confirm, for the anger rising in her wasn't as small as a volcanic eruption, it was worse.

"Yeah,"

"You stupid son of a bitch, you are a fucking bastard." A string of assaults and obscenities left her lips as Jake laid her on the couch.

He stood and looked at her, weak but a spitfire, and smiled.

"I thought I had been kidnapped you, idiot, I prayed the entire time that you'd find me. But I guess you had already." She murmured.

"Oh you prayed for more than that Kitten, every time you reached orgasm you screamed my name, something tells me you knew all along it was me. The odds of it being me just weren't in your favor."

"I called out your name." She asked, unsure, as she took the cup of tea handed to her.

"Yeah, you did, all twenty-two times, I counted. How's your throat?"

"Scratchy." Just then she felt how painful it really was, she had been screaming, hard.

"There you have your answer."

She settled on the couch and looked at the man sitting on the table across her, of course, her subconscious had known it was him, her body had known, that first thrust had been so much like a drug she missed, it was Jake's signature move. She had known, but she couldn't believe it could be him, how did he even find her?

"How did...”

"I followed you, wondering why you were sneaking around. You never sneak around. You went to that shop and my suspicions grew even more. I thought you were pawning the necklace I bought you, that would have been a dick move. I hid behind the shelves to listen to your conversation, waiting for the right time to show myself. My heart was breaking and I was beginning to see red, he handed you a chain, and the words.... what came out of your mouth made me lose control. I watched you smile at a simple key chain like it meant a lot. You don't know but you were tracing your ring finger around my name...' He stifled a cry. He was crying. "Completely oblivious, in love with a man who was about to rush to a conclusion." He raised his eyes to look at her.

"You didn't even ask how much the guy owed you, you didn't care. The guy saw me you know, saw my tears, and winked at me, he knew I was your Jake, knew what I heard. I followed you out of the store, I wanted to pull you into my arms but I didn't know what to do. Then you started to walk really fast like you were running away..." he laughed, "and I knew what to do. I tapped into your fear. With the old man's story fresh in your mind, you think I was asleep in our suit, I had all the cards right."

"I was so scared." She whispered.

"I know, your fear fed my demon. My incubus is resting, well sated, and so are you. But deep down, you know you weren't really scared."

Katie listened to her inner thought, silently, wondering why she was so screwed up and so very fucked up. The more she tried to validate herself, no matter how much her mind had wished for a rescue, she knew she had been feeding a fantasy, she was feeding her succubus, and it was taking what it needed, it took and took it all, very well.

Maximilian's beautiful scars blasted through the speakers, like a message to her.

He was no longer a reason to exploit her sexual desires, it wasn't her inner wild self she often referred to as her succubus, it wasn't a need to rebel or desire that which her family thought demonic, at least not anymore, it was her, this was her, her true self, princess by day and demon by night.

"I'm a sadist."

She finally let those words come out loud. No, she was finally owning who she was, not an out-of-control daughter, but a woke daughter. She loved who she was.

"We are my love, me you both. I'm in love with you Kitten, all shades you come in."

"You do get the Irony of calling me kitten, don't you?"

"I do, and you scratch pretty badly too." He said,

"I do?" To answer her questions, Jake stood and turned his back to her.

Katie gasped and her left hand went to her mouth. His back was covered in bright red claw markings, most had definitely drawn blood. Her eyes went to her fingers and saw dried blood inside her fingernails.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry."

"I have a way you can apologize." he looked at her wickedly and she knew sex was the apology.

"I'll do it." She answered hurriedly.

"Never apologize for giving me pleasure." He sat back and kissed her lips gently. Confusion was written all over her face. "The first time you clawed me, I come before I was ready, we were in bed, upstairs, and suddenly it happened. The second time you were in the throes of a fourth consecutive orgasm, I was watching like always, I think it was too strong, your fingers dug into my back, I came so hard veins popped all over my face and blood circulation to my head stopped, I looked like I was having a seizure. Best orgasm ever. So yeah, pain is good." He said that last part shrugging his shoulders.

"I can do that." She smiled.

"So, food? Where do we eat?"

"Let's go to a place we haven't had sex yet. We only have two days." She chimed in, happily.

"Please marry me," Jake said breathlessly.

Katie's eyes grew wide as she stared at Jake. Jake touched his head to hers.

"Alexa, play Nobody's Love by Maroon 5," Jake spoke to the small speaker on the table.

A tear fell down Katie's face and kissed her. He pulled her off the couch to straddle him; he then rose to sit on the couch, her naked body on top of him. This wasn't their usual kiss, it was more tender, sweet, and comforting, and this was his way of showing her how tenderly he could love her. He adored the woman in his arms and was ready to jump loops for her. Jake knew that Katie craved tender sweet love like a child craved her mother’s breasts, and he'll give it all to her, every which way, blood, sweat, and tears, he'll give it all to her. For he knew, with every fiber in his body that he was nothing without her, he wouldn't be himself if she left. He tried to condition him to her but conditioned her to him, now she owns him: mind, body, soul, and heart.

"Alexa, Play Memories by Bella Lambert."

Katie too had been conditioned, she didn't have to say it, Jake knew, he had her heart now. He owned her, she was his.

 Forever.