Chapter 13 #2
"That's my good girl, Josslyn. Now spread those legs wide, baby, and get ready to have your holes used.
" I rise to my feet and open the door for the three guys from the party that I invited back to her apartment.
Two of them are pretty shit faced, and I know them from football, but the third is a guy I met tonight from a different campus.
He was eyeing Josslyn all night like she was a ripe piece of fruit he wanted to bite into.
I'm about to make their night, and all their depraved fantasies come true, while also teaching my errant girlfriend a much-needed lesson.
"Welcome, fellas, Josslyn's all set up and waiting for you.
You can use any of her holes, one at a time or all at once, she doesn't mind, isn't that right, baby?
" I question with sarcasm and watch as Josslyn nods once, her pupils blown, before hanging her head.
"You all need to wrap it up. None of you can come in her bareback unless it's her mouth, but you're welcome to come on her.
She can take a bit of damage, but none of you are allowed to fucking break her, and make her excessively bleed.
She belongs to me. Don't even think of recording any of this shit, or I'll gut you.
She needs to still be breathing at the end of this night, am I fucking clear? "
All three readily agree, and the real party gets started as one of them plays music on his phone, and I throw on some porn on her television to encourage the mood.
I decide I'll stick around for a bit while they gangbang her, shoving their cocks into all of her holes, one at a time, and then double penetrating her when they find their rhythm.
The drug is doing its job, ensuring she's compliant, and the guys aren't being complete asses, making sure she's orgasmed a few times.
I even joined back in on the sausage fest for a bit, but after a while, it got boring watching her be used, so I decided to message Cordelie on the Anti-Valentine's app.
Imagine my shock and pleasure as I open the app to find a picture of my sweet baby girl's pretty pussy on display for me.
I can't believe she actually complied with my request. My mouth waters as I stare at her little patch of neatly trimmed dark hair and her slick, swollen pussy lips.
In the photo, she's still wearing a white silky panty, but she's pulled it to the side with her finger.
I wonder if she got herself off to thoughts of me fucking her and filling her with my cum, or if just taking the naughty picture was enough to get her slick.
Fuck, she's so sexy. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking and twisting as the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and deep groans, become background noise.
That's one pretty pussy, Red. Are you all wet and waiting for me? Don't worry, baby, I plan to fill you up and make you come so many times you're going to beg me to stop, and I won't listen. Look at what you do to me, baby. Valentine's can't come soon enough, so I can be inside of you.
Tell me, Red, have you ever had your ass fucked, and if you have, did you enjoy it?
I include a quick pic of my hard, weeping cock standing at attention for her, ensuring that I blur out the background so she can't recognize that it's me at Josslyn's apartment.
We never had anal when we were together, so I'm interested to see what she replies with.
A part of me hopes that's one of her fantasies.
I always wanted to fuck her ripe ass and fill it with my cum, but she always seemed so timid, and I didn't want to push her past her comfort limits.
I'm so distracted in my memories that I don't realize that Cordelie is no longer at the bar with the prick, and panic soars through me.
Where the fuck did she go? I quickly scan the dance floor, but all I see are her friends still dancing and having a great time.
There's no sign of my sweet baby girl. My eyes slide across the main floor of the club, around the walls, and to the other bar, but there's still no sign of her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, where the hell is she?
Rage is filling my veins, and it's as if my blood is heating to lava, as a boulder lands in the pit of my stomach.
Could she be in the washroom? Is there a chance the guy managed to get her out of the club?
A jolt of electricity runs through me, and not the good and pleasant kind.
No, it's the type that threatens to end my world in terror, and spurs me to find Cordelie quicker before something happens that neither of us can ever take back.
I quickly dart down the stairs after haphazardly throwing my beer bottle at Will.
My throat feels like it's closing up, and I can't seem to get a steady breath past it as terror overrides my critical thinking.
I shove drunken clubbers out of my way, my eyes desperately searching for anyone in a little black and aqua lace dress, but I don't even catch a glimpse of the color. Fuck, where is she?!
No, this can't be happening. No one is allowed to touch what is mine. Cordelie Wynyard is mine; she has always belonged to me, and she always will. I'll kill anyone who touches her, or attempts to take her away from me. This fucking asshole's already dead, he just doesn't know it yet.
I'm coming, sweet baby girl, just hold on for me.