No. He takes her shopping.

When he is satisfied with her work, James releases her hair and shoves her away with one foot. Kendall falls, unhurt but dizzy. “We ain’t got all day for you to sniff my dick, bitch. I’m taking you shopping for some proper slut clothes. Go clean up now that I done fucked you stupid.”

Kendall, still dizzy, still satisfied, smiles in a distant way. She feels increasingly comfortable being naked and stretched by James, just as she is increasingly comfortable with his ****. She sits up slowly, the room swaying as she does, and she stretches languidly before standing to obey him. The light is blurred with every color bleeding together.

The first spray of the shower sobers her. James’ semen runs down her leg and soaks into the steam, the scent filling the bathroom. Even as her head clears, she enjoys the smell of him in the air, but by the time her shower ends she feels empty and ready for a refill. Holding her vulva, she sighs. “Everything’s gone except for what’s stuck passed my cervix.” She draws a deep breath and then sighs. “Fuck, there’s no way I’m not going to get pregnant,” and then she thinks of Addison, and she is comforted by the beautiful child they have already made together.

Outside of the shower, she dries and dresses while remembering Addison. Kendall doesn’t want another child with James. She doesn’t even want a child with Jackson, though it has been all she could think about for months. The problem is that, comparing Jackson’s average penis and testicles to James’ superior set leaves her feeling less-than-confident that he can measure up. Between the two, she knows who is most-capable and, knowing that, she isn’t ready.

Hand against her pelvis, though, she pauses to stare down and her swollen labia. “If things keep going like this, though, I might not have a choice.”

She returns to the living room to find James waiting on the couch. He is dressed, which is a small comfort, because his big dick still indents his jeans. There are juices left on the fabric and the floor where he fucked her senseless, and the air smells thickly of their combined pleasure. Kendall feels her cheeks warming as she looks at him. “James? Why are you still here?” Her nipples swell as she stares at him.

James glares at her. “You fucking stupid? I told you we’re going shopping!” Standing, he towers over her. Her head stops at his chest, and though she is tall in her own right, Kendall has to look up to meet his gaze. His nostrils are flared until he approaches her, and then an easy smile spreads across his lips. “Maybe I really did fuck you stupid.”

Kendall couldn’t disagree with that. She remembers, vaguely, him saying it, though his command doesn’t sink in until now. She glances at the clock, and James follows her gaze.

“Oh? You worried about the cuck?”

Kendall meets his gaze and looks away. She can see the anger in him, the **** that haunted her for years. Old memories flow into her, frightening her, but her arousal distorts them. He might hit her, but at this point she would likely enjoy it. The dizzying arousal returns and, meeting his gaze again, she isn’t certain what is worse--the fear of being hit or the arousal it will bring.

James smacks her across the cheek before holding her by the throat. Pinning her to the wall, he stares into her eyes. They both have blue eyes, though his are cold and impersonal, filled only with haughty hate. Like everything else about him, this is not something new. James has only ever hated the world. The difference, as usual, is how the hate makes Kendall feel as she finds herself soaked staring at him.

“Listen to me good, Kendall, cause I ain’t saying it again. I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. About. The cuck.” Standing straight, he releases her. “And for the record, I don’t give a fuck about the girls no more, either. I ain’t here to take you back with me, and I ain’t here to be their daddy. I’m here to make you my slut. So, you stay with him. You build yourself your nice little home, and I’ll come by and wreck it whenever I’m in the mood, got it?”

Kendall, tears in her eyes and pussy wet, nods while rubbing her throat. “Yes, James. I’m sorry.”

“Fucking right you are. Now, go get me the keys so we can buy you some proper slut clothes to wear whenever I come by, cause I’m tired of seeing you dressed like a grandma.”

Kendall fetches the car keys for James and follows him to the car. She feels embarrassed, wearing her lowest-cut tee and a pair of shorts. Her nipples stand out through her blouse, showing from arousal and embarrassment. James leads her, his brow heavy and his jaw set. His anger has not abated, but his anger never abates. He is a man running on pure rage and hatred, and for some reason that turns her on.

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