I shoved her onto the passenger seat and buckled her in. My girl was so tanked she could barely sit up. Her cell phone fell out of her back pocket. I was surprised it even fit into her jeans; they were so fucking tight!
I didn’t know if she had brought a handbag to the club because I grabbed her so quickly. If she had one with her, it would be up to Becca to take it home. I felt the blood bubble through my veins, thinking about everything that could have gone wrong tonight if I had not shown up.
Although Jacob watched her, he sat outside for two hours, leaving her unsupervised inside the club.
That guy could have taken her out the back or assaulted her in the restroom.She was with me, where she belonged. There was no way in hell I would let her go a second time. I would never abuse her the way my father abused my mother. I worshipped the ground this girl walked on and would let her know once she sobered up. For the second time, I headed to my house with my captive safely seated in her seatbelt.
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I carried my pet into the house. She was smashed out of her mind. I shut off her cell phone and threw it on the nightstand, shaking my head as I undressed her. She was mumbling incoherently as I removed her clothes.
Her damn pants were so tight I thought I was going to have to cut them from her body. She was passed out, oblivious to her surroundings.
I was seething, thinking about her stupidity.
I gently laid her on my bed as my eyes hungrily gazed over her naked body. My cock started moving around in my boxers, as usual. This reaction only happened with her. I had never gotten this aroused over any of the women who came and went throughout the years.
I could fuck her right now, and she would never know it. It's a good thing I like my women kicking and screaming, so screwing her in this state was not an option. I would have loved to look at her pussy,but I didn't even do that. I wasn't a fucking creep, nor did I have to act like one.
Sure, I enjoyed watching her masturbate on the cameras and fantasizing about pounding her while she fingered herself, but that was months ago. I would not rape her while she was drunk. It isn't my thing.
Wrapping her firmly in the blanket, I folded the sides tightly underneath her little body because it was cool in the house. I wanted to make sure she was warm enough. I stripped down to my boxers, my erection a thing of the past, and crawled beside my kryptonite.
I pulled her close, inhaling her peach-scented shampoo. She was out of it. Imagine if I was a rapist or trafficker? She would be at the mercy of a killer or violent sexual predator, and the resultwould notbe pretty.
My face felt hot as my anger built. I asked her not to go clubbing for safety reasons. I didn't request it because I was jealous of other men, which I was, but that was something I had to come to grips with when I let her go.
I knew she wasn't the Virgin Mary, and eventually, she would end up dating some loser out there. I honestly had good intentions. I wanted her to find happiness, and that is the only reason I released her back into the fucking wild. Now look at what we have. An incoherent, beautiful woman passed out in my bed, drunk out of her mind.
You would think after her encounter with me and the sissy boy, she would take better care of herself, but nope. She learned nothing from either experience.
She went back on her promise. Of course, punishment had been deeply ingrained in me because of my father. He was an evil man, and I may have inherited some of his traits. I wasn't sure whether it was genetic or something I learned by exposure, but I always knew a part of him lived inside me. I am as violent as he was. Maybe doing sadistic things to women during sex is evil; I don't know, but I enjoy it.
It pushed me over the edge when a woman cried for me after a whipping, but that was only during sex. I never got turned on when I spanked my pet for bad behavior.
I was always focused on teaching her a lesson. I hated it when my father hit my mother with the strap. He was brutal and violent with her. It repulsed me when he made her cry. You would think I wouldn’t want to spank a woman after watching what my mother went through, but I wasn't abusive toward Kitlyn.
I would never subject her to the cruelty my father unleashed on my mother. I'm disciplined in every aspect of my life. I have always been dominant, and that will never change.
As promised, when I released her, and because of her reckless behavior, she would go over my knee for not valuing her self-worth and getting this drunk. I won't let her go again.
I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing she was out there alone and unprotected, especially after witnessing the shitshow in front of me. I am so obsessed with my little kryptonite that I would rip someone's heart out and make them eat it if they laid a hand on her.
I wanted to kill the two assholes who were trying to molest her on the dance floor, but there were too many people around for me to choke them out. I could put Jacob on their scent and go after them later, but I let it slide this one time.
This was her fault, not those two-sleaze bags. She went looking for trouble, and I believe she would have found it had I not shown up. These past four months, I have been out of my mind worrying and obsessing over her. I tried to get her out of my head once I gave her back her freedom, obviously without success.
All it did was add fuel to the fire. She weaseled her way into the very blood pumping through my veins, and there wasn't a fucking thing I could do about it now.
I have a special spot for my pet, which will be a permanent fixture in my heart. I haven't slept or played with another woman except for the ten minutes I spent with Yara.
That didn't count. I just wasn't interested. This girl owned me, and it was time I admitted it to myself. I kissed the top of her head. She is allmine! I will not make the same mistake twice. Being with her felt like home.
She had a calming effect on me, whether after a session or just being in her company. I was always hers, and it was something I would share with her in the morning. It was time to call it a night. I yawned, closed my eyes, and waited until sleep took over.
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