Amazing oral skills she had acquired when I let her take charge. Sucking and stroking my dick just right and I could feel myself grow and thicken as she worked me. “Play with yourself.” My demand was met with instant obedience, her hand sliding under her dress without breaking the rhythm and pace she’d set for herself.
“Are you wet?” Nodding she continued to suck and stroke my dick. “Are you ready for me?” Nodding again, I pulled my dick out of her mouth. “Get up and turn around.” I ordered, and without hesitation, she was leaning against the wall, her chest resting against her forearms, offering up her ass to me, and she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me.
Unbuckling my belt, I unbuttoned my jeans and my hard dick sprung out and bounced free of its constraints. My hands fell to the hem of her dress and I bunched it up pushing it high on her back to give me access to her.
Pushing her forward by her upper back to arch her, I kicked her feet apart to give her a better center of gravity, knowing that with my hard and fast, she was going to need all the help she could get to stay upright.
String thongs are a mystery to me. Why the fuck women wear them is beyond me. There is no way you could tell me it doesn’t hurt to wear one of those. Constantly rubbing against their asshole, it must be fucking irritating. Reaching forward, I ripped that shit clean off her and then she was ready for me.
Licking my fingers before I felt between her legs again, she was a hot slick mess down there. Completely open and waiting for me. Reaching behind me, I pulled out a silver foil pack and wrapped myself before leaning forward and drawing my sheathed, swollen dick down her slit, and without ceremony sunk myself deep inside her.
A loud groan of pleasure tore from her throat, and after two gentle thrusts, I rode her deep and hard. Smirking when she came for the first time at around the tenth pound, I could see she was going to be exhausted in the next ten minutes.
Lennox turned up just as she was coming and I glanced over when I heard him approach. I grinning roguishly when he laughed, and shook his head at me, and turned to walk back in the direction he’d just come from.
Damn, she was a screamer as well. Actually, she was not so much of a screamer than a ‘pained wailer.’ Kind of on a par with the noises that cats make when they mate. It was fucking off- putting so I just rode her as fast as I had to in order to get myself off, and to get the fuck away from her. Talk about a passion killer!
As soon as I came, I pulled out of her, I thanked her and walked briskly away without looking back. There were no awkward after moments after a fuck like that. When I caught up with my band Lennox turned and told me, in a matter of fact manner that the venue organizers were ready for the meet and greet, VIP, winner’s party, from the radio stations.
Nodding at the guys, I grinned again and made a quick trip to the rest room to make myself decent and pull on a fresh t- shirt. Everyone was gone by the time I came out apart from Charlotte who walked beside me hugging that ugly blue organizer she has. Opening the door to enter, I pasted on my best smile and with the first face I saw, became Gibson Barclay, lead singer of M3rcy. Public property.
CHLOE’S LIFE: FIVE YEARS LATER
CHAPTER 7 - BREAKING FREE
Chloe
Crap! I need to get the hell out of here. Blood trickled down my cheek as I stared at my red rimmed eyes on my tear stained face in the bathroom mirror. My puffy, bruised bottom lip oozed clear serum from the swelling. I looked disfigured.
Lifting my shirt to inspect myself more closely, I could see there was already fresh bruising forming over my ribs, right beside the old green and yellow bruises that were fading from last week. Reality finally dawned on me that I couldn’t allow him to do abuse me anymore.
God only knows what had brought out the beast in him on that night. Everything about that moment had been meticulously planned and delivered with precision, to ensure it was just the way he liked it, but it seemed that nothing I did for him back then was the right thing.
I wasn’t able to pinpoint exactly when that shift happened, but we definitely reached a watershed moment at some point, but once it had, nothing I did pleased him. How in hell we arrived at that point I have no idea. Kace used to idolize me, yet there came a point where I had been terrified to speak and he was reacting negatively to anything I had done.
Staring; confusion, clearly written on the face staring back at me in the mirror, I hardly recognized the reflection in the mirror as me. Timid and petrified. Alien feelings, to the strong girl I once had been.
Although my appearance used to make people think I was younger than I was and I wasn’t that confident in myself, I was usually the most outspoken person among my friends, about domestic violence.
Who would have thought that I, Chloe Jenner, would have become a victim of something so degrading? Yet, within a couple of years of leaving college, I was a broken wreck of a woman, timid and petrified of my high school sweetheart.
Kace and I were inseparable during our college years, and he couldn’t see past me. I loved him deeply. Our friends weren’t so lucky. Ruby had split with her long term boyfriend, Dylan, the last year of college when Dylan’s band got signed and he was caught on camera having more than one clandestine relationship.
Julie and Brody were still a couple, but Julie wasn’t happy, Brody was living a very single guy’s lifestyle, in that he golfed, played football and baseball, and always seemed to be taking road trips with his football buddies.
Kace and I were a popular couple, and we had our little friendship group of the three couples and as a couple we were inseparable except when he had to go off on science trips as part of his degree, and when he took a summer job working in a recording studio in Sacramento.
Graduating summa cum laude, Kace and I had naturally progressed to moving in together straight after college ended and he proposed to me at our graduation party. It came as a bit of a shock because I still felt too young to get married.
I loved Kace with all my heart; and at that time, I couldn’t imagine my world without him in it, so I said yes. Refusing to get married straight away, we had moved back to Florida and I had opted for a long engagement. Mainly because I knew I wanted to do visual imagery for large productions and to work on either film or live events.
This was the only thing that Kace and I disagreed on, because realizing that dream may have meant moving state to make it happen. As fortune would have it, we had a pretty big venue for music events less than twenty minutes from where we lived, and I managed to land a job as a digital image designer for them.
The buzz of working in a concert venue and the bustling pace of live performances had me in my element. I had loved being a part of that scene.
Most of the bands that played there had their own set production teams, but occasionally there were some that were more about their music than the technical stuff so that’s where we kicked in and even if I do say so myself, I was pretty good at the visual stuff.
Kace was happy for me at first, but with the unsocial hours of a career such as that, it wasn’t long before he began to get pretty fed up with me not being around when he finished work. Being a much sought after sound engineer in a recording studio, Kace he didn’t exactly keep regular hours either.
So what started as bickering slowly became emotionally charged, heated exchanges between us, to the point where I constantly dreaded the subject of work coming up, because after a few months there was always conflict around me having the career I had studied hard for. I don’t even know when it happened, but Kace became more and more dismissive and depreciative of me.
Arguments about my work gradually became personal attacks about me as a partner and eventually about not being the woman I should be in his eyes. Eventually, Kace had chipped away at my self- esteem so much that he eroded my confidence in my own abilities, either in my work, or as someone worthy of a guy like him.
Becoming controlling and angry, Kace grabbed me by the throat one night and told me he was glad he hadn�
��t married me, but still expected me to be a loving partner and have sex with him whenever he decided to be intimate with me.
Our whole relationship shifted again when he stopped coming home at the usual time saying he had to stay late at work, until eventually, he was just blatant about going for drinks with the guys and girls he worked with at the recording studios.
So the mental abuse continued, but the physical violence was a slow burner. However, two months later it happened again. Kace came home drunk one night and forced himself on me when I refused to have sex with him.
Extremely aggressive towards me, Kace seemed to develop an intolerance of anything to do with me and seemed to hate everything I did. The spite he then levelled toward me was frightening.
Ultimately, my decision had been to completely submit my body to him and let him have sex, rather than to put up a fight. I wasn’t submitting to him out of trust but out of fear of what might have happened if I refused, and if I just lay there the whole ordeal was over much quicker.
Bruising my neck when he bit me on the last occasion gave me feelings of another level of degradation. Feeling low and dirty at the hands of my own partner had my stomach churning over with nerves, but I sucked it all up and waited for him to go to work the next day before I let my feelings out.
Once he had left for work, I scrubbed my skin for hours. My own focus on my work wasn’t on form and it had suffered because of what was happening at home. Eventually, by mutual agreement I had to resign my post.
Being stuck home was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me. At twenty two years old, I had become a master at concealing my bruises from my friends and family. I also discovered how good an actress I was in the presence of them.
I knew instantly the first time he had an affair, because he came home with a huge bouquet of flowers, and I saw glimmers of the old Kace in his attentive, complimentary behavior. The guilty look and the sudden attention he paid me spoke volumes.
Devastated by his treatment of me, I had felt even lower both in my mood and my self- esteem. Kace had me feeling so unattractive I had begun to have skewed thoughts that he deserved to be with women who could be more attentive towards him.
When he knew I knew about her, he projected his anger onto me, telling me I didn’t care enough about him when I could let him do that and this was the first time he really lost it and hit me.
One hard slap across my face was all it took to change my life completely. Our loving relationship was gone forever. Mistrust and fear had taken over and his domineering and manipulative behavior came to the fore.
Kace threatened that if I ever told anyone he’d hit me, he’d tell them it happened under extreme provocation, when he had found out about my affairs. That kept me scared because I knew that Kace always held the room captivated when he spoke, so I knew he was very clever and capable of convincing people that his life was so awful, that by the time he was done spinning his story they would have been lining up to give him a medal for staying with me.
I couldn’t have risked that happening. There was no way I wanted to be put in the position of defending myself, especially to my parents, they idolized me. So, I said nothing and the mental abuse continued, but the physical violence was on hold again.
To be honest, I was thankful for Kace’s affairs because when he was with those women, he wasn’t at home beating on me. Although I was repulsed one morning when he’d come home smelling of sex, perfume and liquor and had tried to climb on top of me.
That was the one time I fought back and paid dearly for it. He hit me so hard, I was dizzy and sick. I read up on it and from the bang on the head he gave me when he struck it on the wall, I knew I had a concussion.
Stuck in hell. That was how I felt, and I couldn’t see any way out of the horrible life I had fallen into. Kace’s mind games had messed with my head to such an extent, I was scared to be around him, but even more frightened to be without him.
However, that all changed the day of my twenty fourth birthday. For almost two years I had suffered the life he was dealing me, when the letter threw me a life line.
I had been stuck in a terrible situation and I couldn’t see any way out of the horrible life I had fallen into. Kace’s mind games had messed with my head to such an extent I was scared to be around him, but even more frightened to be without him.
Collecting the mail from the box at our apartment block, there was a rare letter for me. Apart from the two birthday cards from Ruby and my parents, there was a crisp, white, expensive looking, watermarked business envelope addressed to me.
Correspondence by mail by anyone toward me was a rarity with me being a stay at home partner and completely reliant on Kace for everything. So when I saw the expensive looking envelope with the lawyer’s stamp on the back I was anxious to know what it was about.
Pushing my fingernail under the seal, I ripped it open while I headed in the direction of the elevator to go back to the condo. Expensive watermarked paper with gold embossed lettering stated that it was from Sherman, Braun, and Partners, Attorneys at Law, Will & Probate specialists, and it showed an address in New York. Bunching my brows, I frowned, wondering what in the hell a law firm was doing writing to me.
Dear Ms. Jenner,
We are writing to inform you that as of the 20th April 2014, you are now in control of the trust fund set up in your name by George Alexander Jenner, on 13th May 1991. Please contact Mr. Francis Sherman at the above address at your earliest convenience, to claim control of said trust and complete the necessary transfer of title deeds for property in your trust. If you have any questions regarding this correspondence please do not hesitate to contact me during office hours. I look forward to hearing from you.
Yours faithfully
Francis Sherman, P.A.
My legs buckled and a grabbed a hold of the mail box to steady myself. After reading the letter for the sixth time, I pulled out my cell to call the number. I was trembling and my heart was almost beating out of my chest, because I so needed what the letter to be true.
My fingers were shaking so badly I could hardly punch in the number out. As the line connected, adrenaline coursed through my body at such speed that it made my heart pound even faster than the effect of the letter and I had a metallic taste of shock in my mouth.
After several minutes of speaking with the fast talking New York lawyer, Mr. Sherman, I learned that I was the owner of a small apartment in New York and I had a trust fund of eight hundred thousand dollars. Everything he had said sounded incredulous.
My dad’s father, my grandfather, had left my parents a house worth two hundred thousand dollars and about eighty thousand in cash, but there was no mention of me in his will that I was aware of. I was only a baby when he died.
Ringing my dad to check if this was true, my heart fell to the pit of my stomach when he told me he knew nothing about any apartment, or other money belonging to my grandfather. So I called Mr. Sherman back and asked him to talk to my dad, because I had begun to think the whole thing was a hoax.
When my dad called me back, I could hear the smile and excitement in his voice. “It’s true, honey. I spoke with your attorney and he’s Frank Sherman you're granddad's friend. He wasn't able to tell me about the trust before due to client privilege, but as you gave permission, he told me that the apartment had been rented out for all this time and maintained by the trust fund. Until recently it had a life-long friend of your grandfather’s living in it, but he died and as soon as he did your trust fund was to be released to you. Mr. Dunn died last month, so the lawyers had twenty eight days grace to wrap up his affairs and free it up to pass on to you.”
Stunned, my dad was as stumped as I was about my inheritance. He had no idea my grandfather had this amount of money stashed anywhere. My next request to my dad should have sounded strange, but I asked my dad not to tell anyone, until I had my head clear about what this meant to me.
Twenty four hours later, when Kace had gone to work, I met with Mr.
Sherman at a local hotel. Coincidently he was flying to Florida on vacation hence the speed of our meeting. “For twenty odd years I’ve wondered what you looked like. You have a lot of your grandmother in you, she was a very beautiful woman as well.”
Explaining that he was also a personal friend of my grandparents, and one of my grandfather’s closest, Mr. Sherman told me the title deeds were held in his name as trustee, so the transfer would be simple. We both signed in the presence of two notaries that Mr. Sherman had lined up as witnesses, and he faxed it back to his office for them to handle.
“Your grandfather knew he was dying and his one regret in life was not living long enough to get to know you. The apartment paperwork will be completed in due course, but there is no reason why you can’t have the keys now, Chloe. You are free to do whatever you wish with it. If you intend to sell you’ll have to wait for the transfer of the title deeds to be recorded. Under the terms of the trust I am permitted to transfer one tenth of the trust today and the rest will be freed to you in seven to ten working days after signing. As you have signed all the necessary paperwork and provided me with your bank account details, my office will transfer $80,000 to your account this afternoon. As previously discussed the $800,000 is your net worth after taxes.”
When he handed me the keys to my apartment, I wrapped my fingers around them and all my pent up emotions almost choked me. Not because this was a connection to my dead grandfather, but because I had just been handed a life line. Working a swallow hard, I placed the keys safely into my pocket.
A plan to escape had been forming in my mind ever since I’d been given the news and I knew I had to leave Kace and claim my life back. I was frightened about how to do that, but no matter how scary that felt to me or how lacking in confidence I felt, I knew that my life depended on it.
CHAPTER 8 – COWARD
Chloe
After I met with Mr. Sherman, I went to see my parents. Finally telling them what had been happening to me. I was feeling embarrassed and ashamed about telling them, worried as well, because I thought my dad would go ballistic and I just wanted to get away.
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