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What is going on with these military men? Do they teach them to be this possessive or what? I wondered. I blushed and looked at the guys, and I didn’t miss the looks on their faces of surprise. Then it seemed to turn into a longing to find it for themselves.
Carson broke through my thoughts. “Hello, Kate, it is great to meet you!” he said.
I greeted each one, working out of Jonathan’s grasp this time so that I could think again.
My dogs started barking, trying to get my attention. I smiled at them and I walked up to the fence, petting them. “Hey, girls.” I patted their heads. I turned to Jonathan and noticed he had picked up my box and set it by the door for me.
“So, do you normally leave them out all morning with no water?” Carson pointed to my dogs. “It seems to get hot here,” Carson said. He was clearly upset over this.
“My dogs love being outside, and they do have their own doggie door to get in and out of my house. I have a pool and they have plenty of toys to play with. They also have a freshwater line that runs to the gazebo to the water fountain that they drink out of. They come in and out as they please.” I looked back to Carson. “My dogs are spoiled, really. But thank you for looking out for them.”
Jonathan interrupted us. “We will be hanging out later, having beers and grilling if you would like to stop by.”
“Um, thank you. Maybe?” I said. I opened the door and Jonathan was there, handing me the box as I grabbed it from him, and he reached up and brushed my jawline, and held my gaze.
“It was really great meeting you, Kate. I hope to see you later.”
I blushed. “It was very memorable meeting you, Jonathan,” I said, a bit breathy.
I walked in the door and let it shut behind me. I noticed the screen hadn’t shut all the way. When I went back to close it, I heard Carson say, “Dude, what the hell was that? I thought you were going to take her right there. I have never seen you like that. You didn’t even act like that with Crystal, and she was your wife.”
WIFE. He had a wife, I thought. I thought back over the words Carson had said, “You didn’t even act like that with Crystal and she WAS your wife.”
Then I heard Jonathan say, “I know, man! Kate, she just called something inside me. It felt so primal. It just felt so different from anything I have ever had. I can’t explain it. I almost couldn’t control myself.” I smiled to myself. “Her eyes, they were like the ocean and so blue, and her tattoo just made me want to sink my teeth into her lush skin. Oh, and her scent just surrounded me. I couldn’t think straight. I felt so lost in her.” I smiled bigger to myself. “She’s mine,” Jonathan said. My eyes widened at that.
“Dude, you’re so fucked.” Carson laughed. I loved hearing their playful banter as I closed my door. They reminded me of my brothers, Bradley and Cooper, picking on each other. I decided to keep my side screen door open. I walked into the kitchen setting the box of work stuff on the kitchen table. I pulled out the box of wine and put it in the refrigerator.
I opened the backsliding screen door and the window over the sink. I fed the dogs, thinking to myself, and just then I thought I heard some talking, so I listened harder. I thought, Maybe Tom is here. He must have had a client and had to come here to work today. I walked into the sitting area and glanced at his office door. It was closed. I walked to the front windows and opened them.
I figured Tom might come here if he had clients today. Tom was a massage therapist and he worked from my house. But I didn’t see his truck out front. I figured he would have cancelled his client so that he could look for other arrangements, since I kicked him out last night. I heard something again. I checked my watch. It was about 12:15, and again it was silent. I decided to walk over to Tom’s office door to listen. It was quiet. So, I decided to go upstairs to change. I could use a good workout, to get rid of the stress I was feeling.
When I stepped up on the stairs. I heard, “Kate, I am ready to give you your punishment now. Come and bend over my desk.” I stopped dead in my tracks. What the hell? I thought. He did not just say that to me. Did he?
I heard a quiet, “Yes, sir,” in a low and feminine voice, and then the clip-clopping of heels in his office, like someone was walking over to him. I shook my head. What was going on? I clearly didn’t hear him correctly. I slowly cracked the door open, and I stood there stunned. Tom was standing over a woman bent over the top of his desk. She was naked, wearing only a thong and heels, and what the fuck was that in her hair? Were those cat ears on her head?
Tom grabbed her hands and tied them behind her back. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He pulled a paddle out from a drawer in his desk and started spanking her with it. I realize the woman had long black hair and had it braided down the side like I usually wear mine on the weekends.
She cried out when he whacked her. “I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again sir,” she cried. Then counted each blow to her ass.
That’s when I heard him say, “You deserve much worse than this spanking, my pretty little kitty Kate. Don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Whack. “Yes, what?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir!” she cried out.
“Why do you deserve this spanking, my pretty kitty Kate?” he said.
“Because I left our dinner mess out all night, sir.” Whack! She cried out again.
He walked over to the closet and pulled out a long skinny stick and walked back over to her now pink ass. “Why do you deserve worse, pretty kitty Kate? What else happened this week?” he asked her.
“I kicked you out last night, after you tried to correct me, sir.” He whacked her five more times in succession hard with the switch, and she screamed out in bloody murder and tears ran down her reddened face.
“Why else am I am upset with you, my pretty kitty Kate?” he asked her. “What do you keep denying me every day, my pretty kitty?” he asked.
“I keep denying you the pleasure of my first time, sir,” she cried, crying and blubbering because her ass was a deep red. He started to pull the belt from his pants now. Whack, whack, “I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry. I won’t deny you again, sir,” she cried out.
“Yes, that’s right. You won’t ever, deny me again will you my pretty kitty Kate.”
“No, sir. Please, sir.” She cried.
I felt sick to my stomach. I finally realized that what I was seeing was really happening, right in front of me. Then it hit me that he was substituting the poor woman for me. Tears filled me and hurt that he would want to treat someone that way. I felt sick as I let go of the door and it opened all the way.
“You—you sick son of a bitch!” I said as I backed up and I shook with shock and anger. I felt deeply hurt in my soul. I turned and ran out the sliding back screen door. I ran to the wooded area behind my house and I kept hearing Tom’s voice, in my head.
“My pretty kitty Kate, you deserve this punishment. I love to punish you like this.”
I puked in the woods just beyond my house and held on to the tree as I slid down to the ground and sat there on my knees crying and leaning on the tree. Tears ran down my face, but I just stared out, seeing nothing.
I felt someone coming up behind me. It was Jonathan. “Kate.” He put his hand on my back. “Are you okay? What happened? Carson, said you ran from your house upset.” He moved my hair from my face. Jonathan’s eyes narrowed. “Who did this to you?” he asked. I just sat there staring blankly, not even seeing Jonathan. He lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the gazebo. He sat me down on the bench and knelt in front of me.
“Kate--”
I cut him off. “No, I am not okay.” I pushed his hand away and stood up. I started pacing back and forth, confused.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Jonathan asked. I was looking toward my house and saw movement inside the kitchen. Then I saw the dogs standing by the gazebo staring up at me, and I walked past Jonathan to my dogs. “I can’t believe he would do this,” I said as I petted Gracie and Zoey.
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“Did someone hurt you?” Jonathan asked. “Yes, but not physically,” I said, wiping the tears.
“The hurt looks pretty physical to me, Kate,” he said.
I looked at Jonathan. “I just can’t believe he would do something like that after everything I have done for him,” I said. “To bring some trollop into my home and do God knows what to her.”
“Who is he?” Jonathan asked. I just shook my head. “It’s not your problem, Jonathan.” Tears ran down my face. My heart was hurting, and I felt physically sick again. I felt the dry heaves come on, because I had nothing left in my stomach. I stood up quickly, pacing back and forth, thinking what should I do?
White Hot Rage
CHAPTER 4
Kate
White-hot rage came over me and I took off running to the house. Carson saw me running back. “Kate, is everything--”
I cut him off. “Not now.”
Jonathan followed behind me but didn’t catch up. I opened the door and yelled, “Where the fuck are you?” I slammed the sliding glass door and locked it, and the dog door. I saw Jonathan stopping to talk with Carson.
I turned and walked into the sitting area. I listened and then walked back to his office door.
“Oh good, Kate, you came back,” said Tom. I looked at the girl who was tied face down to Tom’s desk and I gasped. Her eyes were wide with fear now. Tom had a leather tassel strand thing coming out of her ass, like a tail.
He saw where I was looking and pulled it out and pushed it back in, as he said, “Do you love my pretty kitty, Kate?” I gagged. He was petting her backside, as she flinched at the pain from her ass.
“You’re a sick son of a bitch,” I said.
He took a syringe out of his pocket and stuck her in the ass with it. She flinched and then suddenly stopped moving. Then he patted her on the ass again. “I will finish with her later,” said Tom.
“You sick--” He cut me off. “Now Kate, you don’t want to say something to make matters worse for yourself. Do you?” He came around looking at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I have been kindly waiting to break you in slowly. But now, I can see you need a much firmer hand to bring you to heel,” he said as he walked over to a table and poured a glass of wine. “Here, sweetie. I don’t want you to worry about any of this.” He waved his palm up toward the other woman. “This was just practice for the real thing. This will help relax--”
I cut him off, holding up my hand. “How could you do this after everything I have done for you?” I said.
“Well, it’s quite easy, Kate. You certainly aren’t giving what I want or needed out of this relationship. So, I turned to an old friend, and he sent me her to play with. I have been playing with her since you’re not ready to give yourself to me,” said Tom, still trying to hand me the glass of wine. “Here, it will help calm you for what is going to come next in our relationship,” he said.
I laughed—. I was in shock, I think. “No thank you,” I said to the glass of wine. “Tom, we don’t have a relationship anymore. Remember, I kicked you out last night, and you are delusional if you think I will ever let you come near me and treat me like that. Now, I want you to pack your shit, and the trollop and get the fuck out of my house.”
“Oh Kate, Kate, Kate.” He stood directly in front of me shaking his head and suddenly backhanded me, and I fell into the table next to the front door, breaking a very expensive vase. I got up and faced Tom, with a bloody lip.
“I am not leaving, my dear, and you’re going to learn your place.” He stepped closer to me with the glass of wine, wanting me to drink it.
“Come now, Kate; drink this, and you will feel relaxed,” he said.
“No, Tom, you’re delusional.” I stepped back a step. He looked behind me and smiled, and that was when I knew I was in trouble. “I guess we’re just going to have to teach her the hard way—right Robby?” Tom said, looking past me.
I slumped, feigning defeat, as Tom came forward. The person behind me, grabbed me by putting his arms around my arms. I screamed, and Robby brought his hand to my throat, squeezing it, and cutting off my air and scream.
I heard pounding at the back door. Then again right next to us at the front door. “Kate, is everything okay?” More pounding on the door. “Kate, open the door. I need to see that you’re alright.” Robby tightened his arm around my arms, securing me to himself. He tightened his hand on my throat and whispered in my ear, “Not a word.”
“Who the fuck is that?” Tom said in a low voice. I tried to speak, but Robby was still squeezing my throat. Tom nodded his head at him, and he loosened his hand. Clearing my throat, I said, “That would be my new neighbors in Bradley’s house. Oh, did I mention they’re Navy SEALs?” I grinned, slyly looking at Tom. “I can guarantee that you’re not walking out of here today,” I claimed. Unless you let me go right now,”
“Oh, just for that you’re going to be begging for us to stop tonight,” said Tom. Robby whispered in my ear. “I love helpless little girls,” he said, licking my ear.
“I am tired of waiting for you to be ready,” Tom said. He set the wine down on a side table next to his office door and brought his hand up to caress the cheek that he backhanded. “Mmm, I like my mark on you,” said Tom. I spit in his face.
“You sick fuck. Don’t touch me.” Then he backhanded me in the face again and I felt the blood. He busted my lip open even more.
“Oh, Kate, we are going to have some fun with you. I have some very special toys for you tonight,” Tom said as he chuckled. “You’re going to feel everything we do to you and not be able to do anything about it.” Just as he raised his hand from behind his back to jam the syringe into me, I brought my feet up and kicked Tom with my feet, slamming him directly in the chest with my high heels. I pushed him back into the desk.
I pushed with so much force I knocked the other guy holding me off his feet, with me landing on top of him, and knocking the wind out of him. He let go, and I rolled off him. “I am not a helpless little girl you prick.” I got up and wiped the blood from my lip.
Tom had stumbled back and had rolled over the girl on his desk. She never made a sound or moved. I noticed blood seeping out onto his shirt from where my high heel cut into Him as he stood up. “Ah, blood for blood.” I pointed to my lip.
“Kate, if you’re not going to play nice, then I guess we’ll just have to tie you down just like her,” Robby said, rolling over to get up. There was still pounding on each door.
I yelled, “Jonathan, help—they’re trying to drug me!” Suddenly, I heard a fierce growling at my back door.
“Fuck, Kate,” Tom said, getting back up. I backed away from them and reached into the side of my boot for my metal fighting stick that my brother, Bradley, had given to me for my 21st birthday for passing all my self-defense classes and his training classes too.
My brother was an Army Ranger. When he came home from the military, I found myself in a bit of trouble with a motorcycle gang called the Howlers MC. I had gotten on their radar because of my childhood best friend Sam. His father was a high-ranking Howler MC. So, Bradley saw to my personal safety. He put Jessica and me in class after class, and then he taught us what he knew from his training days. I had passed every fighting technique he knew, and he taught me to never give up and to always fight for life.
I pushed the button in the middle and it extended. I heard Tom laugh. “What the fuck is this?” he said. “Do you think you’re a superhero or something?” They both laughed. He had such an evil look in his eyes; I hardly recognized him.
I separated them into two batons. I heard pounding at the side kitchen door. “Jonathan,” I whispered to myself. He was worried and I could feel it coming from him. I focused on Tom, and I suddenly felt pure evil coming from him.
Shit, how could he have hidden that much evil from me before? I thought.
Tom pulled out another syringe, and that took my attention. “If you think I will just allow you to drug me, you’re deranged,” I
said, loud enough so that Jonathan and the others could hear me. Then I heard the fiercest growling of my life outside my front window. I saw Carson outside by the front window, and I gasped.
His eyes turned yellow like an animal, and then Tom rushed me with the syringe in his hand, saying, “A year we’ve been watching and waiting I tried to be nice and make your first time good for you.” We fought. “But now I will take you to our master instead.” I fought blow for blow, keeping Tom at bay.
Carson came flying through the screen window, knocking Robby over. I moved, swinging my right hand down and under Tom’s hand, hitting the hand holding the syringe, and it flew up and stuck into the ceiling by the needle. I used the force of my turn, spinning around to the side, and I hit Tom in the back of the neck. I flung him forward into my flowerpot stand and knocked him out. The syringe fell from the ceiling and I hit it with my fighting stick, breaking it to pieces as it fell to the floor. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye at the back-sliding screen door. I ran to the kitchen to let Jonathan in. Robby had hit Carson with a now broken chair leg to the head and knocked him out.
Robby ran after me, and just before I reached the back door, he grabbed and flung me into the kitchen table. I hit my side and I dropped my fighting sticks and fell to my knees.
Robby grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed me face down on the table.
“You’re going to pay for this, bitch!” Robby yelled.
“Kate!” I heard Jonathan pounding on the sliding glass door. “Answer him and tell him everything is fine and to go away. I have an idea!” Dumbass!