Page 53 of The Catcher

The next day Tanner took my temperature, his fingers tight on my chin, his eyes locked on mine.

“You definitely ovulated,” he said. “Good girl. Now we wait for two weeks. Get up and get dressed. We’re going out.”

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“Does it matter?” he said, and he looked at me, his eyes glittering. “I know you’ll come with me either way, baby girl.”

I felt my heart start to beat faster, and I looked away from him.

I knew it was true. I followed him out to the garage and was surprised to see him head toward a big black Jeep.

“For the baby,” he said. “It’s safer.”

“Tanner. . .” I said, my voice fading away.

“Now let’s go pick you out an engagement ring,” he continued with some satisfaction after we were sitting inside, the leather seats soft and luxurious.

“Engagement ring?” I cried, a sinking feeling in my stomach, mixed with a sick excitement.

“Yes, engagement ring,” he frowned, taking us back on the main road.

“You can’t really be serious,” I said, with more firmness than I expected. “I’m just waiting until you move on to the next thing.”

There was a cold silence in the car, and I felt a sudden stab of fear.

“There is nonext thing,” Tanner said, his voice like chipped ice. “There’s no escape for you, Emrys.”

I risked a glance over at him. His eyes were on the road, but he looked furious. He reached over and put a hand on my thigh, big and possessive.

“You’re going to be my wife, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”

He wasn’t looking at me, and I opened my mouth to protest, but he jerked the Jeep into a parking garage and spun into an open space. Then he put a hand on my shirt and drug me with him over the console and into the back seat.

“Tanner!” I yowled, but he only pressed me up against the hard backseat, already reaching for my pants.

“This isn’t groveling,” I protested, wiggling in his arms, but he only gave my ass a sharp spank.

“Groveling is for making you love me,” he growled. “I’m still going to fuck you whenever I want, however I want.”

He held me too tightly to wiggle away and I heard him spit into his hands, twice.

“Your body is mine, and I will make you come any way I choose,” he said.

“No, Tanner!” I protested as I felt his big hands spreading my ass, each one gripping my skin tightly. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Stop wiggling, Em,” he said, moving one hand to slap my cheeks. “You come when and how I want you to.”

He gripped my hips then, beginning to press his cock into my tight virgin asshole.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he said.

I felt my heart pounding so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. Every inch was an agony, his hands so tight on my hips they ached. I felt pinned and trapped, my hands convulsively grabbing at something, anything to escape and he forced his cock inch by inch into my asshole. He reached to my cunt, swiping slick liquid and rubbing it across his cock, shoving it in further despite my protests until he was almost all the way in.

His cock was so big and my flesh was so virgin that it stung and burned to have him that deep inside me.

“Shit, that feels good,” Tanner said. I was too afraid to move, my palms feeling clammy against the seats in the Jeep.

Then he bent closer to my ear as he ran fingers down my belly and the curve of my hip. “This is my cunt,” he said. “And I can make you come with my cock any way I choose.”

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