Relieved, I slowed down and caught my breath as I walked up the stairs to the back door. When I got to the top, my heart sank when I saw my note was still exactly where I left it.
Where was he?
When I wrote that note, I’d been desperate to speak to him so I could apologize. Now, I was more desperate than ever. I heard Paul behind me and grabbed my note, shoving it in my back pocket.
“No sign of him back here either,” I said to Paul.
“Oh well, I don’t know what else to do,” he said. “I’ll try calling him and I can swing by his shop in the morning. For now, we might as well go get your car.”
It was a fifteen minute drive to the impound. We didn’t speak much, and I knew we were both thinking about Kane.
When we got to the impound I climbed out of the car.
“Paul, thank you so much for the ride.”
“No problem. I’ll wait to make sure you get your car back.”
“Oh no, there’s no need.”
“Don’t be crazy, of course I’m waiting,” Paul insisted. “I’m not leaving a woman here alone at night.”
“No really. I can already see my car there at the back,” I said, pointing toward the lot. “I’ll just pay up and be on my way.”
“All right,” Paul said, still unsure, “if you insist.”
“I do insist,” I said, grabbing my purse.
I gave him a friendly wave as I turned to walk towards the office and he pulled out of the lot.
CHAPTER 43
MEADOW
As I walked away, I listened to Paul’s car reversing behind me. The office was around the corner in a small trailer. A light was on inside. I heard Paul pull back onto the road and turned to watch him go. He gave me a couple of short honks and waved through the back, then he was gone.
I let out a sigh of relief.
When I’d pointed to my car, I couldn’t actually see it. I just pretended to so Paul would feel comfortable leaving me. I had no idea if it was there, and deep down, I was sure it wasn’t. I didn’t actually believe it had been towed.
At first when I saw it was gone, I thought the same thing as Sandra, that it had been stolen. Then I thought maybe I just forgot where I’d parked. Then I turned back and saw Sandra calling the police.
That was when it hit me. My car had been stolen. I’d stolen it. From Matt! It was in his name. In his classic style, he’d ‘given’ me the car without ever signing it legally into my name. It was the way he liked things, always in complete control of everything.
I was screwed. And too embarrassed to tell Paul and Sandra the truth. I hadn’t counted on Paul taking me all the way to the impound.
Despite knowing my car wasn’t there, I popped into the office to check anyway. Just as I’d suspected, the guy confirmed they didn’t have it.
With every ounce, I knew Matt had taken it back. Somehow, he’d found me, and figured out one more way to screw with my life.
The second I realized it was gone out front of the café, an awful feeling came over me. It almost made my skin crawl. I’d looked around, but it wasn’t for my car, it was to see if Matt was still there, watching me. And then, in the car with Paul, I remembered the GPS anti-theft protection my car had, which allowed Matt to look up it’s location whenever he wanted.
I’d never escaped him, not as long as I was driving his car.
I was so naive. I’d thought blocking his phone number was all I needed to do to get him out of my life. I should have known better. Pismo Beach wasn’t far enough away to escape him. Nowhere was.
But what could I do?
I called a cab on my cell and paced around the parking lot in front of the office as I waited for it. I wondered if Matt was still in town. Maybe he just came to reclaim what was his and left when he had it. But was that me being naive again? Was that too simple?
I’d parked right in front of the café. He easily could have looked inside and seen me working there. I felt sick at the thought. Maybe he’d sent someone to get it for him. I hoped he had. He was probably too busy fucking random women to do his own dirty work. But the thought that he’d been in town was definitely very disturbing.
The cab driver pulled up outside the motel and I paid him. I should have told him to swing by a liquor store so I could buy a bottle of gin. I could use a drink to clearthe thoughts that were swirling in my head.
I walked past the motel office and saw the same cute surfer girl that had been working the night I checked in. I went inside.
“Hey, any chance you have a large envelope to spare?”
She rummaged around under her desk and came back with one.
“I’m pushing my luck, but do you have stamps too?”
She smiled and handed me an entire sheet of stamps.
“Really? You don’t mind?”
“Anything for a customer,” she said, making a joke.
I laughed and thanked her. When I got into my room, I saw a plate of fresh cinnamon rolls and a note sitting on the desk.
“I hope you’re enjoying your time in Pismo Beach. If you liked my muffins, you’ll love my cinnamon rolls.”
It was official, the old lady who ran this place was the best hotel matron in history.
I took a bite from one of the rolls and shut my eyes as I savored the sweet taste. I licked the homemade icing off my fingers and bent down to unlock the safe in my room. I took my envelope of cash out and tossed it on the bed. I picked up a pen, pad of paper, a second cinnamon roll and sat down at the desk and started writing.
Matthew,
You’ve got your car, and now you’ve got your money back too. You have what you want, and I’ve realized I no longer need any of it anyway. Please respect that we are over and leave me alone to live my life peacefully. I’m making a life for myself without your help or the help of anyone else. You were wrong about me. You knocked me down, but you can’t break me. I am stronger without you. If you get a divorce agreement drawn up and sent to this motel, I’ll sign and return it and I won’t ask you for a penny.
Goodbye Matt,
Meadow
I folded the letter and put it in the envelope with all the cash. It was a lot of money to let go of, but I didn’t want it. I knew I had to send it back. If he was coming here to get his car, I knew he’d be sniffing around for the money too. It was fine by me. He could have it. I wanted to cut all possible ties to him.
I addressed the envelope and put my shoes back on to walk a few blocks to mail the letter. It was odd, I didn’t feel anxious at all. I felt nothing as I wrote that letter to him. I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t sad. I was just done. What I knew for sure was that I was doing the right thing. I felt strong and confident. I knew I’d be fine.
I got to the mailbox and lifted the envelope to lick it. In that moment I remembered that Paul was showing me that apartment the next day. If I wanted it, I’d have to put down first and last month’s rent and likely a damage deposit too.
I shook my head. Independence, sure, but within reason.
I reached into the envelope and pulled out a few thousand. He’d never miss it.
I licked the adhesive strip and stopped again to take out an extra twenty dollar bill. My next drink would be on him! I’d earned it!
CHAPTER 44
KANE
Diary Entry
I miss you so much it hurts.
I’m coming back for you soon, and when I get there, I’m going to do something to you I only ever dreamed of.
Want me to tell you what boys really want? Want to know what we think about in our deepest, most private moments?
Are you sure you can handle it?
I don’t know. Maybe you’re going to read this someday and get shocked. Maybe it’s too much for you. I’ll tell you what. If you can’t handle it, stop reading. Stop reading right now and never pick up this diary again. Because this diary is the truth. It’s what’s inside a man’s mind. It’s what we want from you, what we demand of you, and if you can’t say yes to absolu
tely everything your man demands, then you can’t read about it either.
So ask yourself this. If I was your man, and I told you I wanted to do something very naughty to you, would you say yes? Would you give me that pleasure? Would you trust me enough, and love me enough, to let me do this to you?
Would you let me take this pleasure?
Because only you can give me this pleasure. Without you, it’s impossible.
So whisper it now. “Yes.” Say it, with me.
“Yes.”
“Take me.”
“I’m yours.”
Move your lips and form the words.
“I’m yours. My body is yours. Make me give you this pleasure.”
Because unless you can say those words to me, unless you can surrender completely and give me ultimate control, you shouldn’t be reading this diary.
So, you’re still reading!
Naughty girl!
I see how it is.
So you want me to do this to you. You don’t even know what it is yet and already, just by reading, you’re giving me permission to take the ultimate pleasure. You’re giving me complete ownership over you.
Well then, strip naked, put on this blindfold, and lie on the bed, facedown.
That’s right. I want to see your ass. You know I love your ass. You know I’ve got a fetish for it. If I could see your ass right now, I’d sink my teeth right into your cheeks. I’d pull your cheeks apart and slide my tongue right over your cute little asshole. I’d run my tongue under you from pussy, over your clit, all the way over your anus.
My tongue would run circles around your anus, sliding all over it, in and out of it, and you’re not permitted to look back, to move your blindfold, or to say a word.
I demand silence.
A single word, and Spank!
And if you cry out in surprise, Spank again!
You’re mine now. You had your chance to back out, but you kept reading. That means your thoughts are mine. Your mind is mine. And the feelings inside your body right now, right at this very second, they’re mine too.
And that’s why my tongue is free to make it’s little circles around your anus, licking you there where you’re most shy, most afraid, most modest.
I take a bottle of lotion and pour it on your ass, letting it drip, little by little, all over the left cheek and the right, the crack down the middle, the back of your thighs, and the small of your back.
It’s cold and you flinch, but once I start massaging it into your skin you relax. It feels good doesn’t it?
My hands kneading your lower back. Sliding up and down the back of your thighs. My fingers sliding between your legs and running along the slit of your pussy, getting lotion all over your sensitive, lovely clit.
Your back arches, your legs open a little more, and you sigh in pleasure.
Spank! I said silence and I meant it!
I put my left hand on your back, between your shoulder blades, and I put my weight on it, holding you down. There’s no escape for you now. You’re mine. No backing out.
With my weight holding you securely in place, I put my right hand on your ass. You’re lubed up perfectly, your ass covered in lotion. I slide my finger over your anus and you squirm a little. I rub lotion around it in tiny circles, just as I did with my tongue.
You like it. You like it a lot.
You like belonging to me. You like the sweet pleasure of surrender.
So I press your ass with my finger, until my finger slides in past the ring of muscle and enters your asshole.
Were you expecting that? You were, weren’t you, you naughty little slut. You knew exactly what I wanted. Even now, with my finger in your butt, you’re still coaxing me in further. You’re lifting your butt slightly, showing me that you want me. You’re begging me to come in.
And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I slide my finger in and out of your asshole, loosening it for me, stretching it, making you ready for the pleasure you’re going to give me.
My finger comes out and next I slide my thumb to your butt. You press back against it and I slide it right inside you, twirling it to heighten the sensation.
You moan again but this time I don’t spank you. You’re being so obedient. You’re being so good. Why would I spank such a good, obedient girl?
In and out my thumb slides, opening you ever so slowly, ever so gently.
Then I pour more lotion on the crack of your ass, and sit up so that my huge, throbbing, erect cock can rest right on your crack. I lube up my cock, sliding it along the length of your ass crack.
You rise your ass a little higher. You want this so bad, don’t you.
I touch your anus with the tip of my cock and you moan.
I press tighter, so that just the tiniest little part of my head slides inside your anus. I reach around you and pull you up against me. You try to get up on your knees but I push you back down. I want you lying against the mattress. I put all my weight on you, lying on you, and press my cock against your anus again. This time I slide in a little bit further.
The first inch of my hungry cock enters your asshole. I slide out and then slide back in. This time I get in an inch and a half.
That’s my girl.
I slide out and reach around to play with your clit with my fingers. As I play with your clit, I slide into your anus again, this time a full two inches.
You’re really squirming now, grinding your ass against me, begging me to fuck your asshole.
I slide in again and this time I don’t stop. I go in all the way, my entire shaft sliding deep into your asshole.
And then I start fucking your asshole. Slowly at first, and then faster and more forcefully, I slide all the way into you. My fingers are toying with your clit and my cock is sliding in and out of your asshole. You’re moaning and grinding against my hand and cock, begging for more. With my free hand I grab your nipple and squeeze it hard.
You cry out and I thrust powerfully into your asshole. At the same moment, I slide my hand from your clit and my finger enters your pussy.
That’s it. Perfection.
My orgasm rushes through me, flowing through my cock and into your asshole as you cry out and scream in pleasure. I’ve never seen you orgasm like this before. You’ve never had an anal orgasm before. You’re crying out and writhing against me as my cock pours it’s cum into your asshole.
I thrust and thrust as semen flows in endless spurts into your anus.
You’re really mine now. You’ll never belong to another man. I know that for real.
When your orgasms finally subside, I pull my long cock out of your ass and look down at the mess I’ve made. My cum is on your anus, mixed with the lotion I used to lube you up. I know that deep inside you, my seed is somewhere no other man has ever been or ever will be.
You’re mine now, and whenever I command, you’ll lie on the bed on your stomach, your eyes blindfolded, and you’ll sway your little ass in the air for me, begging to fuck your tight, delicious little asshole.
CHAPTER 45
MEADOW
It was a beautiful night. There was a light breeze in the air, but it was still warm enough to not need a jacket. I decided to turn my walk to the mailbox into an enjoyable evening stroll. I knew I’d eventually pass by a store where I could pick up some gin and tonic to bring back to my room. Despite the fact that my cheating ex-husband had just tracked me down and stolen my car, I felt surprisingly calm.
It was almost like his taking the car back freed me from his grip. Sure, that money was comforting to have, but it came with a heavy emotional price tag. I was glad to be rid of it. I’d been working full time at the café and my tips were getting bigger each day. I knew I’d be fine. I’d be better than fine without any attachment to Matt.
It felt pretty amazing to realize he was loosing his grip on me. Telling him to send through the divorce papers felt even better. I hadn’t realized it, but in the last week, I didn’t think of Matt once.
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sp; It was Kane who consumed my mind and heart now.
As I walked down a side street, a saw a tiny pub I hadn’t noticed before. I took a few steps back and peeked in the front window. It wasn’t too busy and had a certain old fashioned charm to it. I decided to go in and have a drink.
I walked in and went straight to the bathroom to fix up my hair and makeup first. Then, feeling freshened up, I grabbed a seat at the counter. The bartender came over and I ordered the gin and tonic I’d been craving all night.
I took my first sip and that’s when it hit me. It had only been a little over a week since I’d arrived in Pismo Beach, but it was like I was already a new woman. When I first showed up and went to the brewery for food and a beer, I’d been so nervous.
Terrified!
I dreaded that I had to go in and eat on my own. Tonight, I just walked right in, sat at the bar, and ordered a drink like it was nothing. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t even thought twice about it.
My job at the café was doing more for my confidence than I realized. Not only was it giving me a steady cash flow, but it seemed to have been working wonders on my self-esteem. I felt like I had purpose, like I was a part of something. I loved working with Sandra and the rest of the staff and getting to serve all kinds of different people. With each shift I could feel myself getting better at it, and Sandra never failed to see it and encourage me.
I knew it was just a waitressing job, and I couldn’t even imagine what my family or old friends would say if they found out I was a waitress, but that didn’t matter. I loved it.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed a man walk in and look for a seat at the bar. All of them were taken except for the one beside me that I’d put my purse on. I moved it off and hung it on the back of my chair. He smiled and thanked me as he took the seat. I told him it was no problem as I reached back into my purse to grab my phone.
Still no word from Kane, but both Sandra and Paul had texted to make sure I got my car back. I sent them back the same message saying things were all good. I thought it was a vague enough answer and would do the job until I explained in person what happened. I was still in the gin and tonic processing phase, and was ready for my second.
“And bring another gin and tonic for the beautiful woman sitting next to me,” the guy said to the bartender.
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