My purse slammed to the floor and its contents went flying. The condo was dark, but I could see him clearly. Shit, I muttered to myself. He still had a key. I knew I should have taken it from him when I dumped him two weeks ago.
I wobbled in my five inch red stiletto pumps. The four Long Island iced teas had given me the buzz I'd been seeking, but I regretted them now. I tugged at my little black lace dress, desperate to cover my legs.
His breathing was loud and labored as he saunter towards me. His 6'3", 230 pound frame cast a long shadow as the moonlight poured in through my bedroom window. My condo was on the 23rd floor and overlooked the Cumberland River. Normally the view was gorgeous, but tonight it was blocked by my menacing ex fiancé.
"Toby," I greeted him. My voice slurred and I tried to steady myself. If he even caught a hint of alcohol in my breath or actions, he'd be livid. We'd broken up because he hated my drinking and I hated the fact that he fucked every one of my friends. He'd scream and call me a lush and an alcoholic. I'd respond that he was a whore and a slut
who fucked desperate women to feel better about his tiny cock. Neither were true, I only drank occasionally and his cock was huge.
A yawn escaped my lips and I stretched my arms over my head. My 34DD breasts pushed my dress to its limits. My petite frame always fit nicely next to him. His arms made me safe. Until they didn't. Then, they became shackles holding me back and forcing me to be something I wasn't - submissive and meek.
Toby is a traditionalist and when he'd decided to marry me, he expected me to be eager to run down the aisle and become impregnated. But, I had goals and ambitions that I needed to achieve before settling down. My career was just beginning and I'm only 23, which put me nearly 15 years his junior. Age wasn't ever an issue for us. We'd met when I was 17 and he'd been the first and only man I'd ever been with. He proposed the day after my 21st birthday and we planned our wedding for the month after I graduated college.
Then, life got in the way and a year passed after my graduation and I'd yet to commit to a date. He was eager to settle down. He hated my career and he hated my success even more. I traveled constantly and he couldn't get past his jealousy and fear that I was fucking all my clients. When in fact, he was the one sleeping around.
I used to blame myself and my lack of prowess in the bedroom. Something must be wrong with me for my lover to seek satisfaction with another woman ... multiple other women. But, the past year had shown me that the problem was him, not me. I'd gone out of my comfort zone and had been willing to try anything to keep him faithful. We role played, dabbled in BDSM, watched porn, fucked daily and a litany of other things. I'd given more blow jobs in the past 12 months than I had in our entire relationship.
The men in my office reassured me of my sexiness daily and I was often tempted by my wandering eye, but I never strayed. I never even flirted. Sure, my eye wandered, but my job selling body building supplements put lots of eye candy in my path.
Toby, on the other hand, flirted and wandered.
He kept straying and I finally snapped. Our last fight had been the biggest ever and ended with me needing to cover a black eye with a pile of makeup. It wasn't the first time he'd hit me, but it was the last. My eye had taken a full week to heal, though it was still off color. I hadn't seen him since that night, though he'd called me several times per day. I ignored every single one, hoping he'd take the hint.
But here he was, standing in my bedroom looking more menacing than ever. He kicked aside my lipgloss that had rolled from my spilled purse to his feet. I crossed my arms over my body, trying to hide my cleavage from his peering eyes, and stood my ground.
"You shouldn't be here," I spat at him. It was dark, but I could see his eyes looking me over. They were bloodshot with rage and raw desire. Instantly I knew why he was here. My pussy tingled in response and I willed her to calm down. Despite our issues, a natural animalistic hunger took over when he was near. I raised my hand to my eye, it was still tender, and shook my head. No, not tonight, I urged myself, he doesn't deserve you.
"Cassidy," he said my name with a mixture of anger and passion. "Out fucking the town?" His eyes moved up and down my dress. He moved towards me and I stepped back.
"No, Toby," I said. I'd vowed to hold steady and not give in. "I wasn't out fucking the town. That's your specialty."
My words slurred as my body betrayed me and started swaying. I should have stopped at two drinks. I should have refused the shots the bartender poured as he stared at my tits. I should have gone home with the musician that had stuck his hand up my skirt in the bathroom. If I'd done that, I wouldn't be standing vulnerable in front of the one man who knew exactly how to exploit my weakness.
"You're wasted," he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was evil and it sent a shiver down my spine. "And that dress ..." he moaned and licked his lips as he stepped closer.
I tried to back up, but his hands reached my waist and he grabbed me. He leaned around me and slammed the door shut.
"Toby," I warned. My warning fell on deaf ears as he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. Toby knew my body better than anyone, he could find my clit in the dark and slide his cock into my cunt without even aiming. We'd always been in perfect sync and I used to love that. But tonight as his fingers ripped into my pussy, I hated it. He used his hand to held me steady on his shoulder. I knew one wrong moved would land me on the floor hard.
He flipped me back onto my bed, his hand still inside me. With one hand he reached towards my neck and grabbed the top of my dress. I wasn't wearing much under it, just a thin black g-string and no bra. I'd gone out with the intention of getting laid, but couldn't pull the trigger when the opportunity presented itself. Damnit, Cassidy's conscience! I cursed silently. I could be fucking the drummer right now, instead I'm being manhandled by my ex.
With one swift tug he ripped my $800 Elizabeth and James lace dress open. My breasts spilled out, bouncing free. I heard him exhale loudly as he took my naked body in. He'd seen it a million times, but each time he'd looked at me like it was the first. It usually got me going, but tonight the look terrified me.
He leaned in, pressing deep into my body and clamped down my my breast with his mouth. He sucked my tender pink nipple and then bit down. He tugged, not so gently, and then bit again. I screamed out in pain. My cry only encouraged him.
His fist was punching into my hole rapidly now, shaking my body with every thrust. He pulled himself up and smiled as my tits danced with each thrust. Tears stung my eyes as I fought them back.
"I knew you'd be wet for me," he growled.
