Chapter Four: Dark New Depths
Kendall's morning starts as it always does: with her grooming. She showers while Jackson tends to the girls. After her shower, she stares at her naked body in the mirror and tries to imagine herself completely waxed. Even now, she can hardly see any hair, though she can feel it when she passes her fingers over her vulva. The idea of having her peach smooth frightens her, not for the pain that waxing will involve, but for what it will represent. She has never waxed in her life, and now she is doing it for a big-dicked buffoon who beat her for two years before she broke up with him and found a better man.
Not better, she reminds herself, kinder. Three days ago, that distinction wouldn't have been so important, but her entire world makes no sense anymore. Her nipples are stiff, and her pussy feels empty without remnants of James' cum still leaking out of her womb in the morning. She takes her birth control just in case and then dresses carefully, slipping into one of the skimpy tank tops and a pair of short-shorts which James had made her purchase. She puts her normal clothes on top of that so that she won't raise alarms with Jackson.
She meets Jackson and the girls in the kitchen after brushing her hair, and he greets her with a smile. "Good morning, babe." Moving to her, he kisses her on the cheek. Kendall smiles, enjoying the attention and using it as a distraction from James' coming visit and her eventual waxing. Constant thoughts of James frighten and arouse her, and anymore she feels like he is all she thinks about.
"Good morning, cuck." She says it absently, without meaning to, and then blushes as Jackson goes quiet. Moving away from her, he remains distant for the rest of the morning. Kendall knows that he will forgive her, that he only needs time to pout, but his skulking, sullen movements are like a knife across her throat. Sighing, she goes about her morning, preparing a light breakfast to keep room for James' semen later.
She drops Jackson off and calls him a cuck again. His anger and hurt is clear, though he doesn't pursue the argument. At this point, Kendall cannot stop. James' expectations were made clear and, though she doubts that he would ever find out, she still feels compelled to obey him. Penny asks what a cuck is; Kendall snaps at her to be quiet.
James is waiting when Kendall pulls into her driveway after dropping off the girls. Kendall parks and strips her clothes in the front seat, intending to put them back on later after James is gone. For now, she steps out of her car smiling, completely certain that James will be happy with her for the first time in four days.
She meets him at the sidewalk, not smiling but also not frowning. Her heart hammers as James regards her with a cold, clinical gaze. Her nipples swell beneath his scrutiny, standing stiff and showing pink beneath her thin tank. Between her legs, she feels her dampening pussy darken the tight fabric of her shorts as her body prepares to be penetrated. James, noticing this, cups her pussy with one big hand and traces one thick finger along her folds.
"What happened, Kendall? Did you piss yourself or are you just that wet from seeing me?"
Kendall, blushing and breathless in his grasp, holds him by his thick forearm. Comparing James' arms to Jackson's slender limbs, Kendall finds her boyfriend wanting. "I'm wet." The words are hardly more than a shameful breath.
"Course you are," he says, laughing afterward as he holds his fingers flat against her vulva. "Bet you've been horny all-night thinking about me fucking you, about me covering you in my cum."
Kendall whines. She cannot deny it, and she doesn't look to deny it, either. While she hasn't been looking forward to James' return, she also has not been dreading it, either. Instead, she has thought about it almost constantly since he left, accepting it as an inevitability and a reality. Neither good nor bad at this point, James' intervention in her life simply is. The taste of his seed lingers at the back of her tongue and, held by him, she looks forward to tasting it again.
Releasing her pussy, he wipes his damp fingers along her breasts before slapping one. "Well, the fuck you waiting for? Go open the door for me!"
Kendall scrambles, digging through her purse and producing her keys before rushing to the front door. "Yes, daddy!"
Inside, Kendall is quick to discard her purse and fetches James a beer. Yesterday, on the way home, she had stopped to buy more. Jackson had only made mention of the beer once, and a sharp glare had silenced him quickly. At the time, Kendall had felt embarrassed by Jackson's interest, afraid that he might be associating her with the alcohol considering her mother's past with the substance. Now, she is only glad that he didn't draw other, more accurate assumptions.
Returning to the living room, she finds James seated and waiting with his feet out. Handing him his beer, she kneels at his feet and sets to work, removing his boots and sniffing his socks afterward. She starts with his right foot, peeling off the sock and giving his bare flesh a sniff before rubbing and licking him. His flavor is more pronounced than usual, his sweat still fresh and sticking to her nose and chin as she tastes him.
James watches her, quietly drinking, intoxicated by the power he has over her. Kendall closes her eyes to avoid his gaze, though she can still feel it on her. She tastes his toes and wiggles her tongue between them, sucking and slurping them as he likes and offering no complaint. At the back of her head, she still entertains the idea that maybe, if she does well enough, he might fuck her for good behavior.
Her suckling grows hungry and sloppy as she goes on. The smell of James' feet, now associated with her own pleasure, has her nipples aching and her pussy dripping. Watching her slow decay, James stuffs his big toe into her mouth to draw her attention. Kendall, staring him in the eyes, moans while tonguing his toe like it is his cock. "You like sucking my toes, don't you, Kendall?"
Kendall purrs around him before releasing him with a wet pop. Kissing his foot thoughtfully, she takes to rubbing his foot again as she answers. The taste of his dirty feet lingers in her mouth. "I don't know if I like it," she says. "I don't dislike it, though." She smiles fondly at his foot. "It's definitely growing on me now that I am used to the taste. Why?"
James burps. "You just seem really into it is all." James shoves his foot back into her face, and she laughs before taking to licking him. It is the most normal conversation the two have had in months, maybe even in a year, and it is about sucking his feet. Kendall wonders what sort of demented wonderland she has become the Alice of.
