Chapter Thirty-Six
Feeling like an errant child, Kat stands before Tony fidgeting. “Hi,” she whispers. “Can I join you?”
Kicking out a chair in her direction, “It’s your house, your chair…sit if you want to.” “Please don’t be this way.”
“What way would that be Katrina, because I’ve been all of them. I spent a sleepless night looking for you, worried for you, going crazy pacing when I couldn’t find you, upset at myself for not being able to protect you from him and then just plain angry. Angry at myself for not being enough for you, for being the good guy who gives you the time and leeway to figure out what you need. For being your doormat. Angry at Gage for being an asshole who can’t do the same thing for you. Angry with you for not knowing your own heart, and for putting us both through this bullshit.” Running his fingers through his hair, he takes a deep breath and tries to get his emotions under control. “Look I just wanted to make sure you were okay and see that you made it home, which you obviously have. Now I’m leaving.”
Reaching out to him, she places her hand over his. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. I want you to stay. And don’t be angry with me. I didn’t want to leave with him, but he gave me no choice.”
Lifting her hand off his, he runs his thumb over her wrist. “What happened to you? Where did these bruises come from?”
Not able to look him in the eye, she pulls her hand out of his and hides it in her lap. Taking his hand, he lifts her chin so she has to look at him. “Tell me what happened to you, Katrina. Do you have any other marks on you?”
Her eyes fill with tears and she bites her lower lip. Nodding her head, she mutters, “Yes, my ankles.” Furious, Tony reaches down, lifting her left jeans leg, and sure enough there’s another set of bruises.
“Fuck, Katrina. Are you alright?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me. What did he do to you?”
Embarrassed, she looks away and starts rubbing her hands back and forth on the legs of her jeans. “When I wouldn’t leave the track with him willingly, he grabbed a nylon zip tie out of his car and bound my hands together and threatened to hogtie me if I didn’t get into the car. I resisted, so he just picked me up and shoved me through his car window. The next thing I knew we were flying down the road. I tried to get away from him while he was driving. I started kicking at him, so he pulled over to the side of the road and bound my ankles together. I couldn’t get away from him Tony. I tried, but I couldn’t move.”
Reaching out, Tony takes her in his arms and holds her. She melts into him. Kissing her on the top of the head, he snarls, “I’ll fucking kill him when I get my hands on him, Kat.”
“No, Tony. That’s not who you are.”
“Don’t…just don’t. Don’t make the mistake of assuming you know who I am. I mean does anyone really know another person, Kat? And don’t tell me no, not when it comes to him. I came after you, tried to find you. I went by his house, but no one was there. Where did he take you?”
“I’m not sure. It was a large house that has a security gate and was somewhere out of the way. Apparently he’s house sitting for a friend, at least that’s what he told me.”
“What did he do to you, Kat? And please, don’t even think about lying to me.”
Turning bright red from embarrassment, she begins, “He brought me inside the house and dumped me on a couch in a large living room. He just left me there, bound, and exited the room. He was gone for at least fifteen minutes. When he returned, he had a drink in his hand. He forced me to drink from the glass. It was vodka. He got mad when he found out I had a cell phone and lied to him about it. It was on vibrate and he heard it go off each time you called me. It was in my back pocket and since I was bound, I couldn’t get to it. He found it on me and forced me to speak to you. He also told me what to say. I did as I was told, okay.”
Slamming his fist down on the table and running his other hand through his hair, he demands, “And what else? What aren’t you telling me Kat? I need to hear it. All of it.”
Tears start streaming down her face as she tells him. Tells him how Gage teased her and left her needy and wanting over and over again. How he was angry with her for everything. That he knew about the two of them. How someone had sent him pictures of the two of them on the beach and in her bed. She explains that it was the reason for his anger and jealousy. The reason for taking her and doing what he did to her…punishing her. She even tells him what he did to her with the cell phone when Tony was calling and how he kept her bound through all of it. Then the hardest part, she explains about the sex they had when he had finally broken her will and let her cum.
“So what you’re saying, is that he raped you.”
“No. Not really. No. It wasn’t like that Tony.”
“Well that’s what it sounds like to me, Kat. We should be calling the police right now. But you’re not going to do that are you?” He spits out, furiously.
“No Tony…please. It wasn’t like that. I mean, it started out that he took me against my will…”
“Yeah, and that’s called abduction.”
“Yes, but then, I don’t know what happened, just that eventually, I was a willing participant.” Feeling sick at her admission, she places her head down in her hands.
“Jesus Christ, Katrina. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Abruptly sliding his chair back, he jumps out of it and angrily dumps the table in front of him over, then begins pacing back and forth in an agitated state.
Startled, Kat flinches. “I don’t know. I don’t fucking know, okay? I don’t understand why I react to him that way. I don’t even understand why I react to you the way I do, either.”
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? I never took you against your will. I never chained you to my bed and fucked you, but maybe I should have. Sounds like that’s what you like. Don’t compare me to him, Kat. I would tie you up to have some fun as a willing partner from the start, but never the way he did it. You can justify it anyway you want, but what he did to you was rape. You did not start out as a willing participant. He wore you down into one.”
“I’m not comparing the two of you. That wasn’t what I meant. What I was trying to say it that when I’m with him I want him and when I’m with you I want you, too. I’m sorry, I’m just so confused.”
“Hmm, so I’m just supposed to accept that right? Well I can’t! Not anymore. I’m unwilling to accept that after what he did to you, when you had the chance to get away from him, you didn’t. Instead, you sat out in front of the house while I was in here, worried and waiting for you, and fucked him in the car. I guess nice guy Tony is just supposed to be okay with that huh, Kat?”
As her eyes grow wide with fear and shock, she stammers, “How…” But before she could finish her sentence, Tony takes his cell phone and tosses it into her lap.
“Don’t! That’s how. Looks like we both get our share of pictures.” Picking her up out of the chair and standing her in front of him, he crushes his mouth down on hers, grabs her ass and pushes her against his cock. “This will make a nice picture don’t ya think, Kat. Let’s see if Gage gets this texted to him.” As he lifts her, she wraps her legs around his waist and they grind against one another. He pushes her shirt up and takes one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and biting it hard. “Is it my turn to put some bruises on you now? Should I throw you over my shoulder and tie you to the bed before I fuck you? Is that what you want? “
“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” she begs.
“No, I can be as big an asshole as the next guy, Kat. Like I said, you don’t know me. Now fucking answer me! Is that what you want?”
Hot and needy, she whispers, “Yes.”
Scraping his unshaven face over her lips, he kisses her ruthlessly. She moans into his mouth and her body hums with electricity. Tony breaks the kiss, lifts her and places her upright on her feet. “Well, as fun as that sounds, I think I’ll pass for now. You see, I don’t do sloppy seconds, and quite frankly Kat, I don’t have to. Do you know how many times a day I get propositioned? I used to get new pussy everyday if I wanted it, and I still can. All I wanted was you, but you want me and that piece of trash that gets off on demeaning you. You just finished fucking him and now you’re here with me waiting for what? For me to fuck you, too? Do you need me to do what he couldn’t? Finish the job? Satisfy you? Uhm, I don’t think so. I’m outta here.” Without another word, Tony grabs his phone off the ground and leaves.
Listening to the sound of his car as it pulls away, Katrina walks into the house where she crumbles to floor, weeping.
Midnight
It’s Saturday night and the Gator Club is packed. The band just hit the stage for their third and final set. Sitting at the downstairs bar, slamming his sixth shot of the night, is Tony. Hmm, or is this my eighth shot of the night...or is it lucky number ten? Must have lost count. No matter, right now I’m feeling no pain. A moment later, Tony feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he sees an exotic-looking brunette with crystal clear blue eyes, and all her attention is aimed at him. In a slightly accented voice, she leans over and asks, “Is this seat taken?” Or am I so drunk I only think it’s accented…hiccup…she’s hot, who cares?
“No.” Standing up, Tony pulls out the chair for her.
“Thank you.” Holding out her hand, she says, “I’m Gia.”
“Tony.” He takes her hand and shakes it.
“Hi Tony. Thanks for letting me wait with you. I’m supposed to be meeting a few friends from work, but they’re always late.”
“Can I buy you a drink while you wait? What are you having?” Besides me that is. Aren’t I a lucky boy? Thank god for late friends
“Yes, thank you. I’ll have another Vodka and red bull.”
Tony orders her a drink and another shot for himself. Boy, these tiny drinks go down easy. After the drinks arrive, they spend twenty minutes making small talk. I hope I’m not slurring my words. The band exits the stage and the DJ plays Theory of a Deadman’s, Bad Girlfriend. Gia glances at Tony, giving him a smoldering look, and says, “I love this song. I get told all the time this song was written about me. Want to dance?”
Oh I’m ready to do more than dance with you, baby. “Sure.” Taking her hand, he helps her off the bar stool and leads her to the dance floor. Knowing the lyrics of the song, he takes a good look at her smokin’ body, which she immediately begins rubbing against him as they dance. Grinning wickedly at her, his ego elbows him and starts rubbing its hands together. Oh I am so getting laid tonight.
From high above on the second floor, Taylor keeps an eye on Tony, as she has all night. I see his mood has improved from this morning. He’s getting extremely lit. Watching him with the strumpet on the dance floor, she decides it’s time to make her move. Oh hell no bitch, if he’s going home with anyone tonight, it’s going to be me. I have plans for Mr. Moretti that do not include little miss trying to get my passport punched in every port.
After another song finishes, Tony and Gia exit the dance floor. They make their way back to the bar and Gia turns to him, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll be right back. I need to make a trip to the ladies room.” Tony nods and takes his seat. Seeing her opportunity, Taylor makes her way down to the first floor and heads directly to Tony, who is downing another drink. Man I’m fucked up.
Leaning into him, Taylor presses her ample chest against his back while snaking her head around and kissing his cheek. She slides her tongue up to lick the swirl of his ear, whispering, “Hi.”
Totally wasted, Tony puts his hands up, grabs her face, and plunges his tongue into her mouth while closing his eyes. Taylor responds and sparks fly between them. Thinking it’s the hot piece of ass he was just on the dance floor with, Tony is taken by surprise as the kiss ends and he finds himself staring into the most beautiful pair of violet eyes he’s ever seen. His hands are fisted into long locks of platinum blonde hair and when he looks down at her mouth; a pair of plump, soft lips glossed with light pink are smiling up at him.
“Hi yourself.” Moving his chair back a few inches, Tony takes a look at the beautiful woman standing in front of him and tries to make sense of what he is seeing through his alcohol clouded brain. After what takes a moment too long, he exclaims, “Taylor?”
“Yes, it’s me. I was surprised to see you here. I thought I’d come over to say hello.”
Grinning at her he quips, “That was a little more than hello.”
“On your part, as well.”
“Ahh, yeah, honestly I thought you were someone else.”
“Well, now that you know who it is, do you want to try that again?” Taylor takes a step closer to him as Tony jumps out of the chair, and their bodies collide. Once again, sparks fly as he pulls her into his arms, their tongues meet, and they swallow each other down. Groping hands race over each other’s bodies, reveling in the curves and textures of one another. When they finally break apart, they both stare shell-shocked at each other. A little freaked out about how quickly things escalated between them, Taylor decides she better do something to try to slow things down a bit, so taking his hand, she leads him to the dance floor. “Come on! Dance with me.” Gia already forgotten, Tony follows her. As they reach the dance floor and begin dancing, the song ends and Spaceship, by Puddle of Mudd, begins playing. So much for slowing things down…
Tony pulls Taylor close to him as they dance. She turns in his arms and starts grinding her ass against his cock. He grabs her by the hips and she feels him grow hard beneath her. Spinning her around, he pulls her hard against him and crushes his mouth down on hers. She parts her legs, straddles his, rubbing herself against him as they dance.
Dying to feel what’s under that extremely short, micro mini skirt she has on, Tony reaches under, grabs her ass, and presses her hard against the bulge in his pants. He groans in her ear, “Christ Taylor, no panties?”
Wickedly, she smiles up at him and shakes her head. “Touch me.”
Turning her around once more so her back is against his chest and sandwiching her against him, he inconspicuously reaches under her skirt from behind and sliding his fingers to her front, comes in contact with her wet lips. She moans as he slowly removes his hand from underneath her skirt, licks his fingers and whispers in her ear, “If we don’t get out of here soon, I’m going to fuck you right here on this dance floor.”
Score! “Let’s go. I just need to grab my purse from the bartender.” Taking her hand, Tony practically drags her over to the bar. Not having the patience to wait to get the bartender’s attention, Tony grabs a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and holds it out in front of him. The bartender bypasses the waiting masses and heads straight for Tony, who hands over the hundred. When he asks, “What can I get for you?” Tony motions in Taylor’s direction, “Just her bag.” Setting a new land speed record, they have her purse and anxiously head for the exit.
“Come on, my car’s out back. A friend of mine is the manager here and lets me park in the alley where they get deliveries in by day.” Sure enough, they turn the corner and step into the dark alley behind the club. There, under the faintest of street lights, sits Tony’s restored and modified 7-Up edition, 1996 Mustang GT Convertible. God, his car is almost as beautiful as he is. Standing by the passenger side of the car, Tony runs his hands up Taylor’s bare legs and kisses her. When they separate, she is breathy and needy. Taking his keys from his pocket, he’s ready to pop the locks, “We’ll go to my place.”
Grabbing for the keys in his hand, she says, “Okay, tell me how to get there. I’ll drive.” Pulling his hand back, he shakes his head and smiles. “No baby. Nobody but me drives my car.”
“But Tony, you’ve had too much to drink tonight. You should not be driving right now.”
Lifting Taylor into his arms, she wraps her legs around him as he walks to the front of the Mustang, kissing her.
“Then I won’t.”
Using his arms for support, he bends down and lays her upper body long ways across the hood of this car. Standing up over her, he empties his pockets on the hood. Positioning himself on top of her, he slides his tongue down her body, licks at her cleavage and glides over her exposed creamy mounds as he reaches inside the low cut shirt she has on. Using his middle and index fingers in the shape of a v, he slides her nipple between them, lifting and pulling. The nipple tightens immediately under his expert touch. Her back arches as he releases her breast from her shirt, swirls his tongue around the hardened nipple, then sucks it roughly. She moans out, “Yes.”
Continuing down her body, he lifts the bottom of her shirt and tongues her navel. The unexpected sensation sends sparks shooting straight down to the tender flesh between her legs. Snapping her legs together in reaction, she grows immediately damp.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Mmm.”
Reaching under her thighs, Tony wraps his arms around her hips and drags her down the hood of the car so her high-heeled feet are standing on the front bumper while the rest of her body is splayed flat on the hood. Looking down at her with a salacious smirk on his face, he quips, “I’ll be back” and pushing her legs apart, disappears under her tiny skirt.
Turning her head to the side, she notices Tony’s cell phone lying on the hood of the car beside her. With her left arm, she reaches for it. Quickly opening his call log, she finds Kat’s number and dials it. It’s the last number he called. She places the phone face down on the hood of the car with the mic pointed towards them. Not caring that she’s outside laying across the hood of a car with one breast exposed and Tony between her legs eating and pleasuring her for all the world to see, she reaches down holding his head in place and loudly moans, “Oh god yes, Tony. Lick me. Suck my clit. Oooh, that feels so good.”
Using his tongue, Tony brings Taylor to orgasm. While she’s still climaxing, he takes two fingers, slides them inside her, and uses his thumb on her clit. She screams out his name. With his fingers still inside her, he rises above her, kisses her, and whispers, “See how good you taste on my tongue?”
“Mmm, Yes.”
“We’re not done yet. I’m going to make you cum again. Are you ready to get fucked, Taylor?”
“I think I might need a minute to recover first.”
“Uhm, no recovery time. You want me to slide my hard dick into you now, don’t you?” he asks as he grabs her clit and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.
Her breath catches in her throat, “Ohhh, yes.”
“Good girl. I knew that’s what you meant.”
Dropping his pants, Tony grabs a foil package off the car, tears it open, and slides the condom over his length, positioning himself between Taylor’s legs and thrusting hard into her. Penetrating her, he begins slowly moving in and out of her.
“You are so wet from cumming. It feels really good.” Lifting her ankles, Tony slides her further down on the hood. “Put them on my shoulders.”
Watching her violet eyes grow dark with desire, Tony plunges deeply into her, holding her ankles where they rest on his shoulders. “This feels amazing.”
“Please Tony…touch my clit while you fuck me.” He does as she asks and takes her mouth once again. He can feel his orgasm building and can tell by Taylor’s breathing and movements that she’s getting close to exploding again.
Pulling her up into his arms, Tony stands upright. “I know you need to cum again. Wrap your legs around my hips and ride me. Oh yeah, that’s a good girl.”
Taylor’s body is tingling all over. Her inner muscles, still wracked with spasms from her first orgasm, react violently as she’s ready to cum again. Each movement he makes takes her higher — thrusting into her, moving her on him, grabbing her ass, running his tongue along her body, kissing her, and sending little electrical currents shooting through her body. Like bolts of lightning, the currents seem to strike the inner muscles of her thighs, causing her to tighten and squeeze his cock. She is so slick and wet, she moves faster and faster on him, panting and moaning, feeding her need.
“Come on Taylor, give it to me. I’m going to lay you back on the hood of the car and pound into you over and over until you cum. I want to watch those beautiful violet eyes cloud with ecstasy when you let go.”
“Yes Tony, yes. Do it.” He lays her down like he said he would, and pile drives himself into her over and over. She just moans out the word, “yes” repeatedly. Touching her clit and slamming into her he demands, “Give it to me now. Do it!” She fragments into a thousand pieces, her insides contracting. Still driving into her, Tony gives it to her as she rides the luscious waves of pleasure. Reaching down, Taylor grabs his balls and cups them in her hands, squeezing lightly. Burying himself in her, he explodes and fills her. They both cry out and Tony collapses on top of her.
Having to recover quickly, they put themselves back together, and Tony helps her down off the car. “Can you stand?”
“My legs feel like wet noodles, but yes, I can stand.” Taking his belongings off the hood, he puts them into his pockets, everything but the keys. “Come on I’ll drive you home. Where do you live?”
Lacing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, she whispers, “It’s okay, I have my own way home.” Reaching into her purse, she pulls out a set of keys. “I have my car.”
Deciding to be a gentleman, he takes her hand and offers to walk her to her car. “Okay Kat, let me walk you to your car, then,” he slurs, still extremely intoxicated.
Infuriated, Taylor screams, “What? Who did you just call me? Did you just call me Kat?”
Oh fuck! Did I? “Uhmm, No?”
“Yes you did, you son of a bitch! You just finished fucking me, and you called me Kat! Did you think you were fucking her the whole time? Is that who you really wanted to be with? Was I just some substitute for her?”
Tony’s face turns bright red and he just stands there, staring at Taylor, not sure what to say. Damn, I’m totally fucked up. How do I answer her? Hey sorry I’m totally wasted or I would have never slept with you. I was just drunk and pissed at Katrina and hell yes that’s who I wanted to be with. No dumb ass. Remember less is more. Try to keep your drunk ass from saying anything else stupid. “No, I didn’t think I was fucking Kat the whole time I was with you. Look, I’m sorry.” Reaching for her hand, he begs, “Please, accept my apology and let me walk you to your car.”
Moving out of his reach she threatens, “Do not touch me! You didn’t think you were fucking Kat the ‘whole’ time you were with me! Then what? You only thought that I was Kat part of the time, you prick? Hmm, which part? When you had your face between my legs or when you had your cock inside me?”
“Look, I said I was sorry.”
“Fuck you! You can take your apology and shove it up your ass.” Turning on her heels, she takes off, leaving Tony standing there with his mouth open.