Author's note:
I had not originally intended to do a story dedicated to Christy's perspective. As a result there will be some repeating of the brief glimpses we had from her in the first chapter. I hope you enjoy.
If you haven't read the first chapter go ahead and read it.
Really, go on.
No? Fine.
Christy is Kaleb's ex. She broke up with him. He fixated on a bracelet he had given as a gift before the breakup that she refused to return. Last night at a bar he found out she was engaged to another guy, and had apparently been cheating on Kaleb with this guy. He stumbled home drunk finding a magic bracelet along the way. He was able to make it look like the one he gave her and imparted in it the instruction "Your body will obey Kaleb's every command". Earlier today he broke into her place and swapped out the bracelets while she was shopping with her friends.
The Bitch and the Bracelet - Ch 2.
Christy loses control
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Christy pulled the dress out of the bag and held it up.
John is going to love this
. The day spent shopping with her friends had left her in a good mood and she had been able to put last night's encounter with Kaleb completely out of her mind. As she undressed her thoughts turned to John and the date they had planned. With the wedding next weekend this was going to be their last big date night before they were married. They were going to go to the restaurant where he proposed and then head over to the Moonlight Room for some dancing.
Thoughts of their bodies pressed together slow-dancing filled her mind as she stepped into the steaming shower. She was giddy with anticipation as she lathered up her long legs and shaved them perfectly smooth. Thoughts of returning to his place after dancing came to mind as she lathered her vagina. Forcing herself to focus she carefully removed the trace hairs that she had allowed to grow the past few days. She delicately finished her task and as she rinsed the remaining lather she caressed the perfectly smooth skin. Imagining John gently lowering her down on his bed, she teased her slit two or three times while rubbing just above her clit with her palm. She quirted soap into the loofah and turned her attention to spreading the suds all over her body. She paused to give her breasts and vagina some extra cleansing, imaging0 John kissing her bare skin, working his way down from her neck to her legs.
Before she got too carried away she rinsed herself and then reached for her towel. With rivulets of water cascading off her flawless skin she stepped out of the shower and began drying herself. She then wrapped her still wet hair into the towel, pumped several dollops of lotion into her hand and began caressing it into her skin. She started with her left ankle, working her way up to gently massage her calf before continuing onto to her thighs. Repeating the procedure on her right leg she paused at her vagina teasing herself some more as she though about her fiancé. A few more pumps of lotion and then onto her taut stomach working her way up to her breasts. As she cupped them she stopped to admire them in the mirror. They were easily the physical feature she like best about herself. It was amazing how easily she was able to wrap men around her finger by accentuating her breasts with the proper bra and blouse neckline. She circled her nipples a few times, teasing the buds to life before finishing her lotion regimen on her shoulders and arms.
Pulling her makeup down from the medicine cabinet she applied foundation and grabbed her favorite combination of eyeliner and eye shadow. She loved how they made her green eyes pop. Then just the slightest amount of rouge on her cheeks before the pièce de résistance, the cherry red lipstick to match her nails and dress. John probably wasn't going to notice her nails, men never do, but her lips were definitely going to get his attention.
Of course he'll probably only imagine them doing one thing.
Well, he can forget about that.
Emerging from the bathroom she was mentally running through the jewelry she wanted to try with her dress when she made eye contact with Kaleb.
What the fuck is he doing here?
she thought as she screamed. Running for the cover of her bedroom she yelled at him "What the fuck are you doing here?" Slamming the door closed she yelled, "Kaleb get the fuck out of my house. How did you even get in here? You have 10 seconds to leave before I call the cops."
"Um, I just came to take my bracelet back. I didn't mean to scare you, I didn't think you would be home."
"So you just came to fucking rob me?"
Why was he so hung up on that damned bracelet?
"Not rob you, take back what is mine."
"It was a gift Kaleb."
"A gift I gave you while you were cheating on me. It was expensive, you didn't deserve it at the time, you don't deserve to keep it and I want it back."
Expensive?
It couldn't have been that expensive.
Hell I only wear it when I go to clubs and bars so that I don't get mugged for my good jewelry.
I wasn't inclined to let him have it back when he got all whiny after the breakup. I'm sure as shit not giving it back now that he's tried to steal it.
"Get the fuck out Kaleb, it's mine and I am keeping it."
"Fuck you bitch. You don't even like it that much. You're not even wearing it."
Oh for fuck sake, fine I'll shut him up.
She grabbed the bracelet from her jewelry box and started to put it on. Continuing to yell, "I wear it all the time. You saw me wearing it last night. Here I'm putting it on ri...," as she closed the clasp she felt a jolt travel up her arm and into the base of her skull.
What was that?
" ...ght now. There I am wearing it. And now I am calling the cops. You better leave."
She grabbed her phone and pulled up the dialer.
"Put the phone down and stop yelling at me."
She dropped the phone.
Why the fuck did I just do that?
"Fine Kaleb, I won't call the cops," she uttered in a conversational tone, "I just want you to leave. John will be here in a hour to pick me up and he will kick your ass if you're still here."
Even if he leaves,
John's going kick his ass when I tell him about this.
Christy reached to pick up the phone but couldn't close her hand around it.
"Christy I am not going to debate you through the door. Open it up so we can discuss this face to face."
Swinging the door inward with an exasperated sigh, "Look Kaleb, I just want you to leave. Please just go."
Why is he just staring at me like that?
I can't believe I feel sorry enough for this loser that I'm actually putting up with this shit.
"Kaleb. Kaleb. Are you even listening to me? I asked you to leave."
"Do you know you're naked?"
Her eyes doubled in size as she looked down at her naked body.
Why did I open the door without grabbing a robe?
Where is it now?
She reached to close the door but found once she touched the knob her arm wasn't able to push it closed. She looked, but Kaleb wasn't holding it open.
What the fuck is wrong with my arm?
Changing tactics she pulled the towel from her head and started to wrap it around herself.
"Drop the towel and just stand there. I want to look at you." She unconsciously released the towel.
What the hell?
She tried to turn to seek shelter in her closet but her feet were cemented in place. Panic welled up inside of her as she tried to conceal herself with her arms. "Kaleb what the hell is going on? How are you doing this? Please stop," she sobbed through teary eyes.
"Stop trying to cover yourself, be silent and stand there while I look at you." She dropped her arms to her side.
WHAT!?
NO!
She futilely tried to force her arms to cover herself. She opened her mouth, an expletive laced tirade forming on her tongue, but couldn't find her voice. She tried to scream for help, but her throat stubbornly refused to make a sound. Her wet hair was starting to make her shoulders and neck cold, yet she couldn't do anything about it. Goose bumps started to form and her nipples began to harden. He she not been experiencing full blown panic she probably would have been worried that he thought she was getting turned on. She could definitely tell that his penis was hardening in his pants.
How is this happening?
Why can't I move?
Did he drug me?
Fury coursed through her entire body and she shook with rage.
I'm not even going to wait for John.
The minute I can move I am going to kill this little prick.
Why am I just standing here?
What is wrong with me?
Oh this shithead is touching me now.
"Take deep breathes, slow your heart rate and relax yourself." The racing heartbeat she hadn't even been consciously aware of began to slow and she felt the tension that was building in her body release.
"I'm sure you are scared, and angry, and probably full of a myriad of other emotions, but you're not going to react to them, and you're not going to let them show on your face. Now turn around so I can see the rest of you." She started to slowly turn, and her skin crawled as he allowed his touch to linger.
NO! NO!
Stop, don't give him what he wants.
Why does this sick perv have this power over me?
She wanted to retch as he pulled her butt back into his obviously hard penis and began to fondle her breasts. "Grind against my cock the way you know I like." She tried to spin around and pummel him. Instead her disobediant body began to circle her hips as it rubbed her backside up and down against his jeans.
God he is so vile.
When they had been dating he tried to bring that dirty talk into their bed, asking her to refer to his member as a cock, to beg for him to put it in her pussy, to let him fondle her ass. She squashed that very quickly.
It's butt, penis and vagina.
Now hearing it with her powerless to do anything but comply made her skin crawl.
Just as her skin was beginning to chaff from rubbing against his jeans he ordered, "Turn around, drop to your knees and ask for permission to suck my cock."
I am not going to ask that, I am going to bite that damn thing off if he makes me.
To her continued anguish she wasn't able to stop herself from turning. Mustering the only resistance she could she kept her voice monotone as she robotically dropped to her knees, "Please let me suck your cock."
"No no no. I get you never really liked doing this, and that you especially don't want to now, but I don't care. You used me, you played me and now I am going to use you. Ask me again and this time act like you want this. Act like there is nothing you want more right now than to feel me fill your hot mouth with a load of my cum."
This little fucker.
First chance I get I am going to kill him.
"Please Kaleb, let me suck your cock. Please give me a hot load of cum."
Oh God, why did that sound so convincing?
