EroticReverie

Kate

I probably had little right to be pissed at Colson, but I didn't care. I was. Not even pissed at him really, more pissed at myself for believing this man was any different than any of the other players I'd dated in LA. Believing that having a fiance who cheated on him, would make him think twice before playing a girl. He just hadn't seemed the type. 

I ignore the phone calls that come through on my phone as I drive, the texts that ping on it, almost pausing to throw the damn phone out the window as I follow Jason, "the suit" as Colson called him, to his place. 

I turn my phone off as I pull into his driveway twenty minutes later. Shoving it into my console and then getting out as Jason walks to his door smirking over his shoulder at me. I give a little smile and follow him up the steps. Strike one. I think to myself as he doesn't even wait for me to get out of the car. He walks inside his house and I stop as he doesnt wait. 

"Uh, ok" I say to myself quietly as I walk in and look around, seeing him off to the side in the living room, turning a frame down on the mantle of his fireplace. And I see a bunch of others, turned down and he spins around quickly and chuckles. 

"Sorry" he says and makes his way over to me. 

I cock a brow.

I point to the mantle. "Why did you just turn those pictures over ?" 

He smiles and shakes his head. 

"Want a drink?" he asks stepping to me, reaching out and grabbing my waist, leaning in to kiss my neck and I slip to the side, dodging him and go to walk into the living room. 

"Hey, hey" he says jogging backwards and cutting me off from walking into the room. 

"Are you married?" I ask him. 

"How about we have a drink?" he says and goes to grab my waist again, and I slap his hands away and he laughs. 

"Jesus christ" he says. "Alright, no alright, I'm not married, it's a weird thing I have...their picture of my parents...and...I don't like them.....watching." he says and I roll my eyes and look at him, almost believing him. 

"Then show me." I say. 

"I'd rather show you something else." he says grabbing my waist. 

He was a good looking guy. He smelled good and seemed like the kind of guy to probably be packing a real pleaser between his legs. 

"I'd rather you show me the photos." I say and he sighs. 

"Kari" he says. 

"It's Kate." I say. 

I'm not offended by it really, we were stranger, maybe he misheard, or maybe he just actually forgot. I wasn't going to gripe over it. 

"Kate, sorry" he says and shakes his head. 

"Let's have a drink, and have a good night, yeah?" he grins and licks his lips. 

"I think you're lying" I say as I let him touch me this time, let him grab my hips and pulls me into the living room and to the large couch.

"Does it matter?" he asks. 

I scoff. "Uh yeah, it does." I say and he gives me a grin. 

I watch as he takes his suit jacket off, and something about suits was incredibly sexy, but for some reason I was picturing someone else, someone in a t shirt without buttons, something simple, or in his flannel jacket. Colson. I was picturing Colson. 

He undoes his tie and nods to me. 

"Take something off for me." he says nodding to my clothes. 

"No." I say and he grins. 

"Alright" he says and then tosses his tie and steps to me. 

"you seem tense" he says as he grabs my hips again and as I go to speak he pushes me back onto the couch, knocking me onto my ass, then swinging my legs, as he gets ontop of me. 

"What the hell!" I yell at him.

"God I want you so bad Kari" he says, his body holding me down as I push at him, his mouth already going to town on my neck, his hands groping my chest. 

"It's Kate!" I yell at him. "Get the fuck off me" 

"you're so fucking hot" he groans at my neck as I squirm underneath him. 

"I cant wait to fuck you" he says as he bites my neck too hard and I yelp and slap him and he laughs and cocks his brows. 

"Is that the game were playing?" he asks as his sucks air through his teeth, clearly turned on by being slapped. 

"It's not a game!" I his and go to move and he laughs.

"god youre making my dick hard with this shit" he groans. "Ive never gotten to role play the forced fantasy" he says. 

"I'm not fucking role palying get off!" I scream and become scared, whimpering. 

"Oh fuck, youre good at this" he laughs and grunts as he grinds into me, hir erection pushing against me. 

"Please, stop" I say feeling tears fill my eyes. 

"God damn, that's so fucking hot..say it again" he groans as he reaches down, and starts to undo my pants. 

"Stop!" I yell at him and push at his hands , he yanks me back into place when I go to get up. 

"come on beg me to stop, it's so fucking sexy" she groans. 

"God I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you" he says as he yanks my zipper down and I scream now.

"STOP!" 

"I know you want it" he groans. 

"girls like you always want it, that's why you came here" he says and rips at my jeans, yanking them roughly. 

I scream again and he groans as I roll off the couch to get away and onto my stomach as he still pulls at my jeans. 

"Mmm look at that fucking ass" he growls and then is ontop of me on the floor, his chest to my back, as he starts to undo his belt. 

"God, this is gonna be so fucking good" he says and I claw at his floor, his body keeping me weighted down as he sits on me. 

I swing my arm back, trying to hit him to push him off. 

"Yeah keep fighting, shit is so fucking hot, don't make it easy for me...you're so good at this" he says excitedly. 

Was this guy really that fucking dumb? Or just a bastard?

"turn over , I wanna see your face when you beg me not fuck you" he groans and flips me harshly, my hip knocking the leg off the coffee table. 

"ow" I wince and he groans.

"careful" he says and then pushes my shirt up and leans down. 

I do the only thing I can, reaching up for him, his face smiling momentarily, but I grab his head, and push my thumbs into his eyes. My own eyes bulging as she screams and curses and grabs his face. 

"What the fuck?! You crazy bitch!" he yells and I take that moment to knee him in the dick, his hands flying from his face to his cock. 

"SON OF A-" he falls over into the bottom of the couch and I push up quickly, not even taking time to grab my pants, but snatching my purse from the floor and booking it out the door and to my car. 

"what the fuck are you doin?" he yells from the door. 

"you're fucking nuts lady!" he yells. 

I shake as I start my car, it struggles and I cry as he walks down the steps holding his one eye , his pants undone hanging on his hips. 

"fucking start!" I yell at my steering wheel and turn it again, and it comes to life and I throw my car in reverse and get the fuck out of his driveway and peel forward in drive and squeel the tires as he just shakes his head, throwing up his and as if. "what the heck, where are ya going?"  The man was truly a fucking idiot. A dangerous idiot. 

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Pulling into the parking lot at home, it's 1:30 am, and I debate booking it into the apartment in nothing but a t shirt and panties. I chew my lip, looking around the lot. 

I have no other choice really, so I dart out of my car and to the door, shivering as I jam the key in, my hand still shaking from the fucked up encounter I just had. The man was clincally insane, and certifiably stupid. And I curse myself for even going back to his place. 

"Kate?" I hear a voice. Screaming I jump and turn. 

I throw a hand to my chest. 

"Brian! Shit!" I gasp , panting. "You scared me!" 

"Uhhhhh, sorry." he says and gives me a look. 

"Why....why are you not wearing any pants?" he cocks his head. 

"Um, ...long..weird story...I uh...yeah...I just gotta get inside." I say and he just blinks and shakes his head and steps forward, turns the key calmly and pushes open the door. I snatch the key and book it up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. 

I'm panting loudly as I reach the third floor and then start to run to my door as I stop in my tracks. 

Shit. Really? This was really happening? I stare at Colson sitting at my door.