Chase's POV
Sunday, December 5 – Dawsonville, Georgia
Okay, I think that's the end of it. It's amazing when you take a couple weeks trip racing across the country how much laundry builds up. It's even more shocking realizing how much dirt I had accumulated in the suitcase along the way. Kyle wasn't kidding when you'd have some for a souvenir.
While the racing across the country had been great, it was nice to be home. It was nice to see Fletcher, and relax on my own couch. No doubt driving a sprint car and jumping a rally car was fun, but it wasn't easy to do all at once when you normally don't do it. Talk about using muscles you do not normally use, which was met with aches right now.
Knowing the loads would need to be switched in an hour, that gave me enough time to make myself dinner because I had certainly worked up an appetite today.
Knock
So much for that grand idea. If it's not an e-mail or a text message grabbing my attention, or even laundry tonight, then it was someone at my door.
I had to wonder who was there.
I hadn't told Alex that I was going to be back in town tonight, and I knew he was busy in the shop today with Chili Bowl prep. I thought about flying down to North Carolina instead, but knew I'd run out of clothes if I did that. I guess I could've done laundry at his house, bought some, or heck, stole some from his closet. it wouldn't be the first time.
My parents knew that I was home, but it wasn't like them to come knocking down on my door. It usually started off with a phone call first, followed by one of us going to see the other. Besides, they knew that I needed some time tonight. Maybe Mom was delivering me dinner. That'd be a blessing as who wants to cook tonight?
Knock
I open the app on my phone, stopping in my tracks immediately.
What was she doing here? Why was she standing on my porch right now?
I remembered the words from Ryan that he sent in the text message. I tried to ignore those, almost had forgotten about them. however, they were certainly huge in my mind right now in knowing she was here with nobody else in sight.
What did she want?
I suppose I could just ignore it, and maybe she'd go away. I mean, who really wanted to deal with her right now? However, I also didn't need any more knocks, because that'd just get Fletcher barking, and I didn't want a headache.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and stare into the eyes of the female before me, wishing I could be anywhere but right here before her.
"Chase, it's so nice to see you," Kaitlyn starts and I want to laugh immediately. Oh yes, it's great to see someone who tormented your life for months. It's great to see someone who cheated on you.
"What do you want, Kaitlyn?" I ask, because truthfully, I wasn't in the mood for playing games right now. I was ready for a nice relaxing recovery night after a busy day.
"I wanted to come and get some stuff that I left here." I look at her quite confused, because that's got to be a lie. I'm pretty sure that I insisted she take absolutely everything of hers with her when I did kick her out. I also remembered that she left some things, which turned into a nice bonfire a couple nights later with Ryan. It was pretty satisfying in watching parts of her burn away.
"There's nothing left, Kaitlyn. You took everything with you – and I burned the res-"
"Does that include everything in the play room? Recall, I bought some of those items and I would like those. I mean, that chair is what I'm looking for because I can't wait to fuck my boy's brains out tonight."
Fuck, I knew which chair she was referring too and I couldn't help but feel my cock get hard as it came to mind. I remembered sitting in that chair. I remembered being tied to it, bent over another time, and she completely fucking my brains out. It was probably one of the most amazing – okay, forget that. it doesn't rank on the list anymore but at that time, that was everything.
The bigger question here is who would want to be with her? Who was dumb enough to accept her, knowing the games that she was capable of? How can you be that – oh wait, I was that dumb once upon a time so I can't yell at this person too badly. After all, she's pretty damn easy to keep your eyes locked on.
But why would you want to reuse that chair with someone else? You'd think that you wouldn't want your new person to have any reminders of the past. You'd think that'd be something you'd want to burn and get rid of.
"You can come in and get the chair because I don't want it," I tell her, because frankly, I didn't want those reminders of anything to do with her in my mind. I would rather forget she even existed to be honest, as tough as that was sometimes.
I allow her inside the house, following me down the long hallway. I truthfully didn't want to do this. There was a reason why I hadn't been back in that room since we broke up. I know I could send her down here by herself, but fuck, I don't trust her worth any part right now. But I also knew I didn't want to face the room.
I allow my hand to turn the doorknob, knowing the faster that she got this precious chair, the faster that I would get rid of her so I wouldn't have to deal with her ass ever again.
As the knob turns the full 180 degrees, I feel a cloth pressed against my mouth. I push against her hand, getting her back a bit, though feel it pressed right against as she brings up her other hand with it. I try to repeat the process, knowing this probably wasn't a good thing, though the scent of what the cloth contained was too much.
Fuck....
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Where am I? Why can't I move my hands, or legs for that matter? Why do I feel like I am naked, with metal pressed against my body parts?
"It's nice to see you finally have come to," I hear a female voice, snapping my eyes open immediately.
I remembered leading her down the hall. I remembered Kaitlyn showing up at my place, and there she now stood right before me completely naked. I remembered the cloth....
"What the fuck is this bullshit?" I immediately question, pulling with every bit of strength that I could against the restraints that bound me to the wall. Why couldn't I break these free? Why did she have to convince me to get the good ones?
"Oh will you please relax?" She questions as she closes the gap between us, which causes me to tense up immediately. There was no way that I was going through with this. "I can see something else is enjoying it anyway."
"Fuck you." What else was there to say? She had me exactly where she wanted me, and there was nothing that I could do. I could scream with all of my might, I suppose. I could ask for Suri to make a phone call, but that wasn't going to work with my phone at the other end of the house. Maybe screaming would work, even if nobody was around. Maybe somebody could stop by. "Help!"
"Nobody is going to save you, Chase. We're all alone here..." Why did I let her in my house to begin with? I should've known this would happen considering Ryan and Isabelle ran into her the other week. That should've been a big enough warning.
"So what's your mighty plan?" I should get a warning at least. Like, when are you going to let me go? That'd be great right about now. I'd forget this even happened if she did that.
"I've been missing your cock against me...." I feel her fingertips stroke the length of my cock, cursing every part of me that was allowing it to harden against her touch. "I want you to cum for me, Elliott."
"How about you let me go instead? I'll pay you off." I don't know if I'd actually do it once the restraints were loose, but the bargain was worth a shot. Anything was better than this damn situation right now – well, okay, I could be dead.
"I'd rather be paid in sex. You should know that."
The next moments were like a complete blur for me as I was at her disposal. She had full control, and took it as she played with my cock. The fact that a moan almost escaped my lips in the process made me want to throw up.
It may have lasted for a good 20 minutes – felt a lot longer, before I could hear footsteps in the house.
"Kaitlyn? Chase?" I knew the voice behind those words and felt a lump form in my throat. This certainly wasn't a sight that I wanted him to see, but fuck, he was the perfect person right now.
"Help!!" I scream as loud as I can, hoping that he got the idea this wasn't where I wanted to be at the moment.
I didn't need to scream, though. The simple sight of my father in my house was enough as Kaitlyn took off, forgetting that chair in the process too might I add.
"Get me down, please," I practically beg as I motion to where the keys were hung up to loosen everything. I could feel the emotions already beginning to boil over, tears forming in my eyes. What the fuck had just happened?
"Fletcher came running over to the house, confusing your mom and I," he says as he undoes each of the restraints one by one. "I was so confused because he never gets out by himself, so I let him in and was going to call you. But he kept running to the driveway, barking, running back, and repeating that. I finally just followed and he led me here."
"Good boy..." With the last restraint undone, I immediately wrap my arms around his body, because that dog was my hero. Remind me to give him every single damn treat that he wants from here on out.
"Chase, are you okay?" I accept the blanket from my dad, wrapping it around me as I glance up at him. Woah, I should not have done that....
"I feel like I'm going to be sick..." Obviously, whatever was on that cloth was still playing affects on me as I sat down on the floor, my stomach flip flopping in the process. Or maybe it was just what I had gone through because I didn't know what to think of that experience.
I kept telling my dad that I would be fine. I kept saying she drugged me with something, but it was wearing off. Just let me rest and I'll be fine. However, you know how that works with parents. so instead, it was a hospital trip to ensure that I was okay.
The cloth was indeed soaked with chloroform, hence why I fainted, hence why I felt like I was going to be sick and had thrown up a couple times. Thankfully, as I predicted, it was going to be okay.
As for everything else, that was a mixed bag. I wanted to say that I was fine, used to things like that with Kaitlyn. But this time, it felt different. I was totally taken advantage of and I didn't know what to feel about it – angry, upset. I just knew that I didn't want to be alone and asked my parents to stay with them for the night. Considering what happened, they both accepted without hesitation.
It was also a bonus that Fletcher hadn't left my side since, which I had told him he was the most amazing dog so many times over. It's amazing how he knew exactly what to do in that moment. I'd never gone through something that, don't remember him leaving the house, but knew it was a blessing.
I would have preferred to forget what happened, move on, and not talk about it again. However, that was not the case. With persuasion courtesy of my father in saying you do not want to allow the cycle to continue possibly for others too, to which I finally agreed that he was right, the police report was filed with Kaitlyn set to be arrested on a charge of rape.
Rape – it was a word that I couldn't bring myself to stomach. How could it be me, allowing myself to let that happen? How could that happen to me? It just didn't seem real.
"I texted Alex and Ryan to let them know what happened and the fact that you were okay," my dad tells me later on that night once we're back at the house.
I simply nod in response. I wasn't sure if I wanted to see either of them right now.
Ryan had warned me about her, and boom, I didn't even let that control my decisions and here I was. But I also knew talking about something like this with him would be torture because I didn't know if I could trust myself to do that again. Then again, he knew a lot about Kaitlyn.
Alex also knew a lot about Kaitlyn, courtesy of everything that I had shared. He also knew about the room at the house in which my father had just discovered. I also knew that he was probably the most caring individual, and had been there through everything else to date. Perhaps some cuddles from him would be perfect, but I also was still scared, and worried.
What if this changed things?