Chapter 46

The next day, Sunday, saw a series of curveballs thrown my way, one after another. Rita went home to make sure she had time to clean up before her husband got home. Jess, gearing up for another football party, went to the Hooker House early. She had some issues to address, not the least of which was evaluating whether Nicole should be allowed to participate. I sat by the pool waiting for a THC gummy to kick in when Kat called.

“Hi, Kitty Kat!” I said enthusiastically.

“Hi, daddy!” she greeted me. “Listen, don’t be mad at me. But I’m at LAX. I know I said you should come out and pick me up when I was ready to come home, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t wait a minute longer. I’m about to board a flight. I land at two o’clock. Can you pick me up?”

“Are you serious?” I shrieked.

“I’m serious,” she said in an even, happy tone. She knew what a big deal this was and how excited I’d be.

“Baby,” I said. “Of course, I’ll be there. I’ve missed you. Come home to me.”

“I’m boarding now,” she said. “I’ll call you when I land.”

She gave me the flight number and hung up. Kat was coming home. My heart leapt. The final pieces were being put in place.

Then another curveball hit. Crystal texted to cancel our tryst for the day. Her husband was sick and couldn’t attend his open houses. So, unexpectedly, I had an open and empty afternoon. I wanted to stay relatively sober for when I got Kat from the airport. But I needed to kill about four hours. Without really thinking about it, I went inside, found my laptop, and opened up the Hooker House live feed. It was relatively quiet, though a few girls had arrived for the day’s football party. I looked at my watch. I could watch two movies until Kat landed.

And then I remembered something. I had never watched the video of Kat’s night with David Johnson in the dungeon. Before my head could consider what to do, my fingers were navigating to it via the trackpad. Eventually, my brain caught up to my hands. What was the point of looking at it? I knew roughly what had happened. And so much had transpired since then. Kat had walked away. David was fine with it, at least to some degree since I had subsidized the cost of the football parties.

Nevertheless, a specter nagged at me. I needed to know what had happened that night. Was it really just a breeding fantasy they had acted out? They had been locked in the room all night, for the better part of eight hours. What had kept them so keenly occupied? Did I want to know? Did it matter? Kat was on her way home. David Johnson was out of the picture.

Yet I still pushed play.

I started out at normal playback speed. I wanted to see how their encounter started. As soon as David locked the door, Kat had stripped out of her school girl costume and stood before him submissively.

“On your knees, bitch,” he said coldly.

“I rolled a primo myself for the first time, Davey,” Kat said. “Do you want to smoke it?”

David Johnson didn’t respond verbally. He simply slapped Kat across the face with the back of his hand. My pulse increased, and I felt unease in my chest. Is this why she had gone to LA? To let the bruises heal?

“You don’t fuck with my wife!” David bellowed. “Ever!”

“I’m sorry,” Kat said quietly.

He slapped her again, this time with the back of his other hand.

“Please!” Kat cried. “I’m sorry!”

“Hands and knees,” David ordered.

He retrieved a paddle from the closet and spanked Kat with furious cracks. This was pure masochism. Kat pleaded with him to stop. My stomach churned. I didn’t want to watch anymore. I regretted buying off David Johnson now. I wished I had exacted revenge on him instead.

Part of me couldn’t look away, though, either. So I put the playback at four-times the normal speed. After forty minutes or so, things took a less intense, savage turn. David let Kat smoke the primo, and he face-fucked her as her head hung over the edge of the bed. When he finally put her in the bed to fuck her, I slowed the speed down again and listened. It was the breeding fantasy that came to life, just as Kat had told me.

“I do love a good fertile pussy to put my cum in,” David said as he fucked her.

Impossibly, it felt like their session, as brutal as it was, had taken a more tender turn.

“Did you like my videos?” Kat asked. I noticed something detached in her voice. She sounded ... broken.

“Yeah, babe,” he said. “I liked seeing that pill go down the toilet, knowing I was going to have a ripe womb ready for my spunk.”

It took him about twenty minutes to cum, and while Johnson was perfectly enthusiastic, I noticed something about Kat. She didn’t climax. She seemed detached. He had broken her. That’s why she had gone to LA. That’s why she said she was done. He had pushed it all too far. It wasn’t fun for her anymore. She just wanted to escape.

And that’s when it hit me. Fuck David Johnson. He had nothing on me. I had the best possible blackmail to ruin him in the prime of his football career. He still had another season before free agency and his first real payday. I had the power to make sure he’d never see it. Shit, if I ever saw him at the Hooker House again, I’d ruin him.

I sped through the rest of the video from the evening. The surprising thing was that David Johnson had little to do with Kat after he came inside her early in the evening. Most of the time, he sat in a chair smoking a joint and doing lines. He rubbed his left knee quite a bit. And it all made sense. He was injured, and this was his way of not dealing with it. I didn’t feel sympathy for him. But it helped explain what happened next.

He had Kat secured in a Japanese hog-tie on the bed, her stomach facing down, ankles crossed, and the rope leading up her back to tie her hands behind her. For three hours or so, guys would come to the door and knock at regular intervals. David would direct them to Kat, and she would blow them. From a sexual voyeur standpoint? It was intensely boring. From a boyfriend standpoint, it was insulting. David Johnson didn’t give a fuck about Kat. Once four other players had come through the room and filled Kat’s mouth after a blow job, nothing happened for quite a while.

Finally, David got up and let Kat smoke something. I guessed it was a primo. She remained tied. He got out of a flogger and butt plug, and flogged her for ten minutes or so after he put the plug in her ass. He finally undid the rope that had put her in such a neat package. David sat on the edge of the bed and, retaining a stern manner, signaled her to come to him. She was unsteady after the drugs and having been immobilized for so long. Her joints looked stiff.

“Pick the hole,” David told her.

“My ass,” Kat said, now showing energy after smoking the primo. “Always my ass.”

She moved to ride him cowgirl, and he shook his head.

“I can’t look at you,” he said. “Turn around.”

Kat did as she was told, sitting down on his cock and easily nestling it in her ass. David relit the joint and handed her the rest of the primo, and Kat smoked it while she rode him. It was a marathon anal session, lasting more than an hour. David pawed her with his big hands roughly, squeezing her nipples to make her yelp, tugging her hair, and fingering her clit. Thirty minutes into their ass fuck, as Kat had been have repeated orgasms yet seemed to build into an even greater frenzy with each one, she squirted. The stream of fluid shot across the room, and Kat cried out in ecstatic disbelief. They fucked furiously together for another thirty minutes as she alternated orgasms and squirting. It was impossible to tear my eyes away. What had been such savage sex had turned into something next-level. There was an undeniably explosive chemistry between them.

When David finally came in Kat’s ass, to her incredible delight, she climbed off him and admired the mess between her legs and that she had made squirting across the room. She straddled him again and tried to be sweet, but he brushed her away.

“Can’t you just be nice?” she asked. “I’ve said I’m sorry a million times.”

“This is how it’s got to be,” he said.

“It’s kind of stupid,” Kat said.

“Shut up, bitch,” he said. “I’m not stupid.”

“Well, if it can only be rough like this and devoid of kindness,” Kat said and took a breath. “Count me out. I’m not into that. I’m not getting treated like this again, the slapping and the total lack of connection. You know we have something better than that. Even if you are paying.”

“Then I guess I’ll find some other slut at these parties,” David Johnson said.

“That’s fine with me,” Kat said. Her voice choked up, and I saw her brush away tears.

“No reason to get emotional,” David said. “It’s business.”

It was an intentional dagger. Kat wasn’t the business-like type. She developed emotional attachments.

“Will you fuck my pussy one more time?” Kat asked.

“Sure, slut,” he said.

“By the pool?” she asked. “Really hard?”

“Whatever, bitch,” he said. “Let’s go. One last hurrah.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and that led to the outside fuck I had witnessed from the kitchen window. It was time to go to the airport. I was anxious. But I was happy and confident that the Kat I was picking up today was different from the woman who had been in that video. David Johnson had seduced her with some very dark sexual indulgences, and she had gone for them. But based on subsequent behavior, I felt confident the threat was vanquished. And I was happy to have some blackmail material in my pocket if not.