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I fuck my Katie girl’s ass with my middle finger for a few seconds.

After I pull away, I order my Katie girl to turn around and kiss me goodnight.

She uses her hands and knees to turn, still acting like my fucking loyal pet.

She looks up at me.

I lower down even more and meet her at the open door of the dog crate.

I kiss her.

I suck her lips. I pull at her tongue.

When I kiss her, she groans.

She wants more.

My Katie girl is fucking insane. And I love it.

I grab her throat and remove my mouth from hers.

“Sleep tight, darling,” I say. “I’ll put a bottle of water in your cage in a bit. Then we’ll use the bathroom before you’ll be locked in there the entire night. And maybe even the entire day tomorrow too. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she purrs. “Yes, of course.”

I kiss her forehead and stand up.

I slam the cage door shut and engage the latch.

I walk out of the bedroom, naked, my cock still mostly hard. I’m always hard because of my Katie girl.

I pour myself a glass of whiskey in the kitchen.

I down the glass and pour another.

Fuck water—my Katie girl can sip whiskey—it’ll help with the pain.

Chapter 29

Kate

Everything is in pain.

This is what I’ve wanted for so long.

I have no idea what time it is. I don’t even care. There is a part of me that worries about my phone. Still disabled. Tossed into my bag.

Chad isn’t a bad man. If he’s texting me and I’m not answering, he’s probably going crazy. I’m not sure what it would take for him to cancel a business trip and fly right back home.

So far, this is what’s happened since I’ve crawled into the cage.

Corbin brought me a glass of whiskey.

I drink it, sip by sip.

It does nothing to quench the intense thirst I have.

I don’t ask for water. I know better.