Consequences Ch. 04

It was nearly 10:00pm and he was finishing up some online school work via the university app when he got the text. "Johnathan...this has to stop." it read. "when did u plan 2 stop with lover-boy?" he sent back.

Mckinsey sighed. Don was in his room, doing schoolwork, and her boyfriend wouldn't be home for another hour. "Johnathan, please," she texted, "You know this must end, I'm begging you."

Acknowledging she was right would give her power, and that wasn't going to happen; yet, he knew he had to give her a glimmer of hope, because she was getting very desperate. "tomorrow" he simply texted, and tossed the phone aside.

***

Mckinsey's boyfriend gave her a quick kiss and was out the door. He was off to the gym for a morning workout with his guys, and he would meet her for lunch. She was having real pangs of guilt as of late. It was one thing to be forced to give up her body as she was doing, but it was something altogether worse to be enjoying it. She hadn't offered herself to him for more than a week, and it was all due to her own personal greed. But she kept a good face for him, letting him squeeze her butt and breasts before he left.

Johnathan smiled, as he watched the car back out of the drive, then go up the street. He had his gym bag, so that meant time. Best part was, Don was gone too. He crossed the street, through the neighbor's yard, and hopped the fence, then texted,"@ ur patio door"

'Ah SHIT' Mckinsey thought. Her stomach knotted, but she knew she had to answer it, and fast. 'He must have cut through the neighbor's yard, thank goodness they're at work.' She thought, as went quickly to the back and opened the door for Johnathan Roberts. "Johnathan, what the hell are you doing, do you want to get caught?" she exclaimed.

He just grinned, and said, "Shut up, Mckinsey." Seeing her look of indignation made him hard. She was wearing a robe, which she had tightened when letting him in. He grabbed the sash and tugged it saying, "Come on woman, it's nothing I haven't seen before." Tugging the robe and letting it fall to the floor, he saw she was wearing only a T-shirt and some cotton panties and commented "Thought I told you I only allowed you in satin and lace."

"That's only when I'm putting up with you, and don't tell me to shut up in my own home, Mister," Mckinsey snapped back.

He chuckled...then grabbed Mckinsey by her arm, and tossing a pillow over the arm of her couch, and bent her over it. "Maybe you need a reminder of who's in control here," he said, as he JERKED her panties down.

"Hey -- N-Nooo!" Mckinsey called out, but she knew it was no use. She tried to stand back up, only to be pushed down even harder. Next thing she knew, her panties were tugged to her ankles, and she could feel a squishy lubricant being rubbed on the outside of her vagina. He stepped between her ankles, and Mckinsey grunted, as she felt the now-familiar invader push its way inside her.

PUUUSH...then hold and grind, followed by another hard PUUUSH-stroke. He held her hips as he power-fucked what he owned, slamming himself in without a care or remorse. He enjoyed her grunts and reactions, as he did so. he grabbed a handful of hair, saying "MY" --thrust, thrust-- "FUCK" --thrust, thrust-- "TOY," and when he reached under and pinched her nipples, Mckinsey Craft, she put her face down in the couch cushion and began to lightly moan, as he continued.

Mckinsey just wanted it to be over. This time, and every time. So she let him fuck her like a piece of meat. But the simple truth was, part of Mckinsey LIKED it, and she found herself moaning to the pounding she was getting. The nipples being pinched and tugged really made her mind spin, but no, she had to make it stop. It HAD to stop. "Dah-Johnathan..." she said, between grunts, "Ahhh...Johnathan, P-P-Pleeease..."

"Whose?" --thrust, thrust-- "Whose fuck-toy?" --thrust, thrust-- "TELL ME..." he said loudly.

"Ahhh" --grunt, grunt-- "Y-Yours..." Mckinsey finally said, "I'M..." --grunt, grunt-- "YOUR FUH -- YOUR FUCK" --grunt, grunt-- "FUCK TOY...!!" and with that, she felt her womb being filled with her torturer's seed. At least it was fast, and he emitted a loud groaning, "Yessss..." as he did so, and then she felt him slip out of her.

"Glad to see you understand your place," he said, stepping back. There were some tissues on the end table, and he plucked a few out of the box, and wiped off his shriveling, wet cock. Johnathan tucked it back into his sweats and had a seat on the couch, legs wide apart, pointing at a spot between his feet.

Obediently, Mckinsey did as indicated, pulling her panties up as she did so. She didn't like being made to sit on the floor of her own home, between her torturer's feet, but if it brought this to an end, so be it. "Johnathan, this has to stop. I just can't -- I can't keep being used like this. It isn't...it isn't right. Johnathan please..."

"Yet, you admit that part of you likes it. The way your body reacts, tells me so," he said

"Okay...I-I admit I have a reaction," Mckinsey said, "but Johnathan I'm sure he suspects. We ARE going to get caught, and you know this can't go on forever."

'Dammit, she was right,' he thought, and he didn't realize the boyfriend suspected, as Mckinsey whined. "Well, I have given thought to what you have been saying, and I have an idea," he finally said.

"Oh?" Mckinsey responded, "Johnathan, just tell me...I'll do it."

"Well, aren't you a desperate one..." he responded, mockingly

"We're REALLY close to getting caught. I was wrong to start an affair, and mentally, it's killing me," Mckinsey said, and then added, "and yes, I'm that desperate."

Johnathan was pretty sure Mckinsey was getting close to just spilling the beans and letting the cards fall where they may, and THAT put him on thin ice; ice that would break and likely put him in deep shit, so yeah, the end was near.

"Whelp, here's how it is," he said, glancing at his watch as he stood. "The hubby will be back, and soon. So here is what you're going to do. I know your son and husband will be out of town, day after tomorrow. So you're going to rent a room over at the Coombs Inn just over the bridge in Apalach. I particularly like the ones that face the water. You and I are going to have one last, oh-so-long roll in the hay, fucking each other's brains out, then off you'll go, free."

Mckinsey blinked. At last, there was light at the end of the tunnel! "So, you'll hand over what you have, right?" and without waiting, she said, "yep, I'm in."

After her tormentor left, Mckinsey was so relieved, she genuinely smiled. There was a definite end to this. She could bury this awful segment of her life, rebuild and fix any damage done to her relationship. Mckinsey's 'man' was home, she could hear him coming through the house, as she finished cleaning Johnathan Roberts's goo out of her. Only barely drying herself, she went out to 'greet' her boyfriend, intending to get a start repairing any damage done.

***

The day before, Johnathan sent a text. "All set?"

Mckinsey shook her head, seeing who it was from, simply answering "YES"

He was smiling when he got another text from her "So you will hand over the video then?"

"@ next morning, yes. U go free, assuming you can walk OK" he wrote, adding "Check in is @ 4PM. C U then."

***

He had been sitting just down and across from the Coombs when the wolf saw his prey pull in. He gave her a few minutes in order to check in. The wolf started his car, and smiled as his prey exited the office and glanced up at the corner room. He had bribed the desk clerk with fifty dollars to place his prey where he wanted her. His pants were tented already, as he put the truck in gear and let out the clutch. "Let the games begin," said the wolf, avoiding the urge to release a howl.

Mckinsey had not been instructed to do anything beyond renting the room. She found, upon entering the upper-story room, that it was actually quite nice. Hardwood floor, wrought iron bed, large bay window overlooking the town with the Gulf a block away, and all of it in a Victorian house to boot. Would be romantic, were it not for the reason she was here.

"Here," Mckinsey Craft texted, after taking a deep breath. "Uppermost room, 313"

It was hard to not picture himself as a wolf. After all, Johnathan had been a predator this entire time, and Mckinsey Craft played the part of the prey, but her body's reaction told him, that she was less the prey than she preferred to have him believe, and he intended to prove that out one last time. 'Good,' he responded, 'you are to answer the door fully naked. Confirm.' He got his answer as he pulled into the lot. Parking the truck out front, he decided to make his fuck-toy wait before he went up.

Mckinsey could not believe that a certain part of her enjoyed being made to strip and then wait. She had tried to label this as relief, that she was near the end of this ordeal, but deep down, something nagged at her, and Mckinsey understood what it was, she made a deliberate decision to ignore it.

The air in the room was cool across her nipples and her sex, as she stood there, waiting. It was hard not to anticipate. It was a shame, Mckinsey thought. Many women her age would consider it a high compliment for someone almost half their age to show desire for them. Some of her friends would surely act on it. And while Johnathan Roberts was average in looks and build, his dick and his willingness to use it, actually made her just a bit wet at the thought. Dammit, she was anticipating that kid. What was taking him so long?

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