by B, Johnna
Chapter 6
Crash Landing
Adonis lay in his hotel room, thinking about his night with Courtnie. He had to admit that no woman had ever brought that side of him out. He had totally transformed into something else, and it felt good. He could still feel the heartbeat of her walls pulsating around his shaft. Guilt tried to creep into his mind, but he reasoned he had nothing to feel guilty about. Angela had left him and took his kids, shattering his heart in the process. She felt no remorse, so why should he? He hadn’t talked to his wife in a week. She hadn’t called or let the kids call him. He missed the kids like crazy and it was driving him up the wall being away from them for so long. His mother had called him over a hundred times, but he didn’t want to talk to her at the moment. He wasn’t sure which version of the story Angela had given her, and he didn’t feel like arguing. He was going to give Angela another few days to come back to her senses before he got out in the streets and tracked her and his kids down.
His cell phone vibrated on the bed next to him. He looked at it and saw Courtnie’s number on the caller ID screen and hit ignore. It had been stupid to give her his number. Adonis had had a good time with Courtnie, but, at the end of the day, that was all it was to him, a good time. If he planned to get his family back, he knew it meant never sleeping with Courtnie again. As far as he was concerned, she was out of his life…too bad nobody gave her the memo.
****
Courtnie twirled around her office, dancing to the music in her head. Adonis had put a permanent smile on the lips of her woman parts. It had been hours, but she could still feel the phantom thrust inside her love box. She didn’t want to call Adonis too soon and come across as a stalker, scaring him away, but she longed to hear his voice. She picked up her phone to call him.
His phone rang and rang, and, when his voicemail came on, she felt slighted. She called back again, then again. After trying him about ten times back to back, she felt a sudden rage in the pit of her stomach.
“Aarrrrggggggg” she screamed.
He used you like the slut you are! Face it, bitch! No one will ever want you for more than a fuck buddy! The voice in her head taunted her.
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
“Is everything okay in here?”
One of her employees was outside her door and had been drawn by the sounds of Courtnie screaming.
“Everything is fine. Go away and get back to work,” Courtnie said in a nasty tone.
She franticly dug in the bottom of her desk, looking for her special box. Why would he do this to me after I gave him the best night of his life? She wondered. I don’t understand. She cried. She shook violently as she pulled out her secret box. The anguish she was feeling burned deep in her soul. She pulled the razor out and began to cut into the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh. Normally, she wouldn’t cut herself in such a visible area, but she wasn’t thinking clearly. She just needed a release. Blood welled and spilled down her leg, but the release didn’t come. She threw the box across the room and began banging her fists against her desk. She needed the pain to bring her back. The thought of Adonis never touching her again brought on a panic that would make her take drastic measures.
****
When Adonis got out of the shower, he noticed he had some missed calls, fifteen to be exact. His mother had called him five times, and Courtnie had called ten times. He frowned at the phone as if it had an odor emitting from it.
“What the fuck is up with this chick?” Adonis wondered aloud. Something told him not to call her back, but he did anyway.
“Hello!” Courtnie answered, almost a panic.
“What’s up? Why are you blowing my phone up like it’s an emergency?” he asked.
“I only called you once. Maybe my phone kept dialing you by mistake,” Courtnie lied. “Anyway, how is your morning going?”
“It’s going all right. I’ll hit you back up later on, though.” Adonis picked up on a funny vibe coming from Courtnie, and he wanted no parts of it.
“Well, wait a minute. When will I see you again?” Courtnie asked, but Adonis never heard her because he had ended the call.
Feeling slighted and angry all over again, she threw her phone across the room. Courtnie was a woman who didn’t take rejection well, and Adonis was going to find that out the hard way.
****
After getting a new phone, Courtnie called Jeff to follow up on the information she needed him to get on Adonis. After getting the rundown on her chocolate dream, she was able to move on to another piece of business.
Courtnie sat outside Dr. Himfield’s office, waiting for him to show up. She and Dr. Himfield had had a fling once upon a time, and, as she did with all her lovers, she’d left a lasting impression on him. Dr. Himfield was someone she could call at any time of the day or the night, and he would always answer. He was hopelessly caught up in Courtnie’s web. He had even gone as far as bringing her into his marital bedroom for a threesome with his wife. Dr. Himfield was so infatuated with Courtnie that he ignored the warning signs about her mental health. He learned the truth when he came home one day and found Courtnie in bed with his wife. She had Mrs. Himfield handcuffed to the bed, while she fucked her with a strap-on. Mrs. Himfield was embarrassed to the point of tears when Mr. Himfield caught them, but Courtnie just laughed as if it was some game. The good doctor rushed to save his wife and commenced to beat the shit out of Courtnie, but the beating only turned her on and made her more attached to him.
Dr. Himfeild pulled up and parked his car. He stepped out of his car, looking dapper as usual. He was wearing a pair of black slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a black tie. His gelled, jet black hair shined in the sunlight and not a strand was out of place. He was fifty-four, but he didn’t look a day over thirty. She hadn’t seen him in a few months, but, seeing him now, she wanted to fuck. She could see the shine of his crocodile loafers from clear across the parking lot. Every step he took was with precision as he strutted past Courtnie without a care in the world and walked into his office.
Dr. Himfield was startled when he heard the door to his office slam shut behind him. He turned to see Courtnie standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of pumps. He didn’t have to say a word because his facial expression spoke in volumes.
“See something you like?” Courtnie smiled as she walked to the middle of the floor.
“You wish! What the hell are you doing here, Courtnie?” Dr. Himfield didn’t bother to hide his irritation.
“My! Aren’t we testy? You know what I came for, but, this time, I’ll be needing a little something extra.” She licked her lips as she looked at his crotch. She could see the print of his penis through his slacks. He was getting aroused.
“Look, I’ll give you what you came for, but, as far as sleeping with you, you can forget it.” Dr. Himfield tried as best as he could to hate Courtnie after what had happened, but his manhood overrode his principals.
Courtnie walked toward him, causing Dr. Himfield to back up until he hit the wall. She leaned in and pressed her nude body against his.
“So you’re not going to give me what the both of us know you really want?” She rubbed her hand up and down his hard as a brick erection.
“Look.” He took a deep breath to try to control his urge to bend her over his desk. “Let me get you what you want, so you can get the hell out of my office!” He went into a backroom, and, when he came out, she was laying in the middle of the floor with her legs wide open, playing with herself, inviting him in. He took a quick glance at the clock. No one was due in to the office for another hour and a half. He tried to shake the thoughts of lust that were creeping into his head.
“What are you doing?” he asked, watching her dip her fingers in and out of her pussy. The sound her pussy was making made him think of stirring a pot of macaroni.
“I’m waiting on you to come fuck me. I need you inside of me right now. I miss your cock ramming into my juicy, little hole.” She pulled her fingers out of her pussy
and licked the juices off her fingers.
Dr. Himfield tried to be strong, but he couldn’t. He knew she wasn’t going to leave until she got everything that she wanted, and there was no need to fight the feeling anymore. His dick was screaming to be let free.
“Show me how much you need me,” he challenged.
Courtnie hungrily unzipped his slacks and stuffed his cock in her mouth. When she took him into her throat, she heard Dr. Himfield moan. She did something with her tongue that should be outlawed in forty-nine states, and it nearly brought him to his knees. He pulled her up and bent her over his desk and rammed his dick inside of her, making her scream out in ecstasy. That was one thing he loved about her, he could ravish her body and she would take it anyway he gave it to her. He lifted her leg up in the air so basically she was standing in a Chinese split as he pumped into her.
“Ahhh, yes! Get all the way in this pussy,” she hissed as she threw it back. “You missed this cunt, didn’t you?”
Dr. Himfield thrust harder, not wanting the feeling to end. When he caught himself enjoying the sex too much, he had to reel it in. He put her leg down and slammed her face into his desk, spit down her ass crack, and rammed his rod into her asshole. He knew that was what she liked.
“Oh, wee, you nasty muthafucka!” Courtnie squealed joyfully.
Dr. Himfield held her down by her neck as he began to grind all his manhood into her anus. He had totally zoned out in her ass, and she was loving every minute of it. His pumps sped up, letting her know he was about to cum. So she moaned louder and screamed as she backed her ass up on him. She knew that would make him cum harder. Not being able to fight it any longer, Dr. Himfield blew his load inside her asshole. Courtnie looked at him over her shoulder, smiling, waiting for him to let her up.
The moment his high came down and he realized what he had done, guilt instantly hit him. Dr. Himfield had done the very thing he vowed never to do again—fall back into her trap. After he had found her with his wife and almost beat her to death, she only became more deranged. She called at all times of night and popped up at his house. She threatened to post the pictures of her fucking his wife with a strap-on at their kid’s school if he didn’t start going along with her program. He lived in hell for months until she found someone else to fixate on. Now, all she did was call when she needed something.
“What you want is in the bag over there,” the doctor said, before disappearing into the bathroom. He was so ashamed that he couldn’t even look at her. He didn’t know what had brought her back into his life, but he prayed she would go away just as quickly as she had come. His thoughts then went to whoever she planned to use the contents of the bag on and hoped that they were stronger than he had been.
Courtnie grabbed a fistful of Kleenex from the box on his desk and began cleaning herself off. After making sure she got as much of the cum out of her ass as she could, she slipped on the dress that she’d brought with her. She looked into the bag that Dr. Himfield had prepared for her and smiled devilishly at its contents as she sang, “Adonis and Courtnie forever.”
Chapter 7
Taken
Adonis lay on the bed in his hotel room, lost in thoughts of his wife and children. He’d discovered that they were back at the house, which was a good thing, so he didn’t have to worry about them being in the streets. He wondered what the kids were doing at that moment and what their mother had told them about his absence. Being away from them was killing him, so he decided that it was time to be the bigger person and try to reach out to Angela, so he picked up his cell and made the call.
After a few rings, he heard his daughter’s voice squealing, “Hi, Daddy!”
“Hey, baby!” Adonis was so happy to hear his daughter’s voice that he almost cried.
“Where are you? When are coming to get us? Mommy said you were sick? Are you better now?” she rambled question after question, but he didn’t mind it. He had missed his baby girl with all his heart.
“Did you ask your mother if I could come and see you?”
“Yep, and she said yesssss!”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a little while,” Adonis promised before getting off the phone.
Adonis couldn’t get into his clothes fast enough. He was in such a haste that he had on two different color socks, but he didn’t care. He was about to see his kids. It had only been a little over a week, but he felt like he hadn’t seen his kids in years. He whipped his car through the streets of St. Louis at damn near lightning speed en route to his house. When he walked in, all three of his children rushed him, knocking him to the floor while they showered him with hugs and kisses. Their little smiles warmed his heart. When they finally gave him a minute to breathe, he saw Angela watching them from the hallway. The look in her eyes said that she wanted to run to him, but she was afraid he would reject her. He gave her a nod, letting her know that it was okay, and she came over to join them. If even only temporary, their family was whole again.
****
After sitting with his kids for about an hour and listening as they filled him in on their week, Adonis turned his attention back to Angela. She hadn’t said much since he’d arrived, but he could tell something was on her mind. He told the kids to give him a few minutes, and motioned for his wife to follow him into the bedroom.
“What’s up?” he asked once they were alone.
“You,” Angela replied.
Adonis smiled. “Is that so? I thought this was your world, and I was just a squirrel trying to get a nut.” His little joke made Angela laugh. He hadn’t heard her laugh in so long that he’d forgotten how much he missed it. “I miss you, Angie.”
“I missed you, too,” she said, trying to keep from crying. “Are you coming home?”
“You want me to come home?” Adonis asked.
“Yes, the kids miss you…I miss you. We need you here,” Angela confessed. “Adonis, things just got so crazy that…”
“You don’t have to explain, Angela. Let’s just leave it where it is for now. I’ll go back to my hotel room to get my stuff and be back in a few.” He started towards the bedroom door, but Angela’s voice stopped him.
“I’m sorry, Adonis.”
Adonis smiled. “Me, too, Angela. Me, too.”
****
Adonis walked into his hotel room and found Courtnie stretched out across his bed. To say he was stunned would have been an understatement.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” He looked around suspiciously, as if his wife was going to jump out of the woodworks at any moment and reveal that the whole thing had been a set up.
“I have my ways,” Courtnie said devilishly. “I missed you, baby.”
Adonis was unmoved by her words.
“Courtnie, you just popping up at my hotel is crazy. You need to bounce, and my lawyer is going to have a few choice words for this hotel for letting you into my room.”
He was both angry and nervous. He had never told her or anyone else where he was staying, so how she found him? And how had she gotten into his room?.
“Bounce? Is that a metaphor for come fuck you?” Courtnie asked, as if they were speaking two different languages.
“No, bitch. That’s English for get the hell out of my hotel room.” Adonis pointed at the door.
“You really want me to leave?”
Courtnie got off the bed and sauntered toward him, only to have Adonis moved further out of her reach. She wasn’t used to rejection, especially not after all she had invested in making Adonis hers. He obviously had no idea who he was dealing with, but she intended to show him.
“Yes, I want you to leave! Look. Our little romp was cool and all, but don’t make it bigger than what it is,” Adonis told her.
When he saw the hurt flash across her face, he felt bad, but he had to be stern with her for Courtnie to get the point.
I told you that’s all he wanted. You are nothing but a cum catching whore. Ha! Ha! Ha! The voice in Courtnie’s head taunted her.
“S
o, that’s how it is?” Courtnie asked in a voice that was far too calm.
“I don’t mean to be harsh, but I need you leave,” Adonis repeated.
“Okay. I see there’s been a miscommunication, and I’ve overstepped my boundaries. I’m sorry, Adonis,” Courtnie said sincerely.
“It’s all good, Courtnie. Just go,” Adonis said.
“Okay, but would it be too much to ask you to hold me just one last time?”
Adonis was about to tell her hell no, but she looked like she would fall to pieces at any moment. He couldn’t be too mad at Courtnie because she wasn’t totally to blame. Nobody put a gun to his head and made him fuck her. Against his better judgment, he spread his arms, so she could get her final hug. The smell and touch of Courtnie brought back memories of their night of wild sex, and Adonis could feel himself getting hard. He was about to break the embrace when he felt a sharp pinch in his neck. Adonis shoved Courtnie away and staggered, holding his neck.
“What the hell?”
“Relax. It’s just a little hydrochloride, otherwise known as Special K,” she told him, holding up the hypodermic needle she’d just poked him with.
“You bitch,” Adonis said. His speech had already started to slur as the drug took effect. He got light-headed and found that his legs would no longer support him.
Courtnie watched as Adonis fell to the ground like a tree that had just been cut down. Leaving him lying on the floor, she went to the closet and retrieved the steamer trunk she’d brought along with her. It stood just about three feet tall and had wheels on the bottom of it for easy transport.
“It would’ve been so much easier if you’d just come with me of your own free will, but, no, you wanted to bring the crazy out of me,” Courtnie said, as she popped the empty trunk open. Getting him inside would be a task, because in his current state, he was nothing but deadweight, but she would have to manage. She only hoped that the wheels on the custom trunk held up under his weight because she had paid too much money for it to get ruined. By the time she got Adonis inside the trunk, she was sweating like she had just run a marathon. Courtnie gave a quick look around in the hotel hallway, before wheeling Adonis and the steamer trunk out.
