“I was actually hoping we could start over.”
Kenzie had never meant to start over. She had tried playing me, but for what? The contract. As she found out, sleeping with me didn’t guarantee her a thing. In the end, it was all for nothing if that had truly been her plan.
The girls are going to see your cock and they’re going to say and do all kinds of things to get it, came the same voice from earlier.
I had no idea whose it was, and after slamming back another shot bottle of whiskey, I returned to bed. I had to be hallucinating. It wouldn’t be the first time. Once or twice, I’d remember similar types of things, but when at my uncle’s cabin in the New York mountains. It was one of my favorite places to go, and I often spent the entire summer there. Logan did, too. Then, all of a sudden, he refused to go.
I closed my eyes again after leaning back against the mound of pillows. My hand was resting on my chest as I tried to recall what had happened. It wasn’t long before it drifted lower. Before I even realized what I was doing, my hand was on my cock and I was stroking it.
“You’re going to make some woman very happy with this one day.” That voice. As I stroked myself harder, I tried to recall it. I knew what she’d been referring to, but when and why? “You get so hard, and you stay that way, too. If Allen was like you, then I wouldn’t be here.”
Allen. That was my uncle which meant that... Carolina.
I kept my eyes closed, and now focused in on the blonde. She had a huge fucking rack, and an ass so firm that you could bounce a quarter off of it. She was ten years younger than him, and my father often called her a gold digger. She’d always been very nice to me and my brother, and as I tried to think back to those summer trips, things became much clearer.
It was no longer my own hand stroking my cock, but hers. I remember the coolness of her wedding ring. At the time, it had felt wrong, but I had never remembered any of it happening, and I had no idea why I was now. Her mouth would then replace her hand, and I allowed the newly recovered memory to play.
“You taste so good,” she’d tell me as she lapped at my cock. I was maybe about thirteen, and with my youth, I had very little self-control.
As if I was standing there beside my younger self, I would watch myself come in her mouth. She’d then rise up and disgust filled the current me as I watched her wipe her lips afterward. Her nails. They were always some shade of purple, which was something I once asked her about.
“It’s my favorite color, and you should always surround yourself with your favorite things,” had been her response.
“I’ve missed you, Jonas,” she’d tell me each year when I would return. Now, I knew why. My step aunt had been molesting me, and that might’ve been why Logan eventually refused to go. Did she seduce him, too? Or drug him? As I tried refocusing on those trips, a crack sounded in the air and a blistering stripe of fire raced across my thigh.
I dropped my hand from my cock and thrust the blanket off of me. There was nothing there that I could see, but the pain had been so intense it couldn’t have just been in my dreams.
“You’re a bad boy, Jonas. I’m going to have to punish you now,” she’d say.
“P-please, don’t,”I could hear myself cry out before her hand would cover my cock again.
“Then tell me you’ll leave Sabrina alone. You were flirting with her earlier, and you know I don’t like that.”She then squeezed me so tight with those fucked up gloves of her, and I finally responded when I began seeing stars.
“I’ll leave her alone,”I had promised her, and I had. I stopped going down to the local malt shop with everyone else, and I stayed at the cabin with her. Carolina had forced me to do her bidding, and I’d been too young and dumb to fight her on it.
When I would return from Texas, there would be an ache inside of me, and only sex seemed to relieve it. I would sit in my room and jack myself raw until I made my move on one of the cheerleaders on the varsity team. From there, I built up my body count, and to this day, I was still doing the same.
None of those women, or the ones today, did I ever have to put any effort into seducing. Whether it was my name... popularity status... wealth... or power, whatever I wanted came so easily to me. Maybe that was why I actually felt something when it came to Kenzie back then, and because she wasn’t so easily swayed a decade later, either. I’d never had to get to know those I’d fucked, because it was never more than a one-night stand, or in rare occasions, two or three. And that was likely the reason I still went through with prom night even though it’d been wrong, and I knew it.
I could recall that night so clearly now. I’d taken her back to the hotel, and I tried to not let her know what I was looking for when I got in there. Kristopher had planted the camera, and after a while, I zoned it all out and stole the innocence of a girl who I’d later destroy. I was a bad boy then, and maybe even a worse man now.
I never made you any fucking promises this time.
This fucking competition. I’d had no idea she’d be one of the contestants, and I should’ve sent her away the moment I did find out. The truth was that her food was good. Maybe she lacked some of the finesse Leeann had, but her flavors had been good. She also had a passion for cooking, and looking back, I’d never asked her what hers had been in high school. During the time, I gleaned a little information about her, then used it to seduce her. I never asked her about her hopes... dreams... or fears. I simply used her to further my reputation.
“I was supposed to have been the one to have played you this time around. You might’ve succeeded in destroying me again...”
“Fuck,” I cursed, then got back up. “I’m so fucking sorry, Kenzie. So fucking sorry.”
And I didn’t even mean that in just an apologetic way. I was the same fucking douchebag she had referred to me as when talking to her friend that first night at the hotel. No matter what I did, or didn’t do, we always ended up in the same spot. I had no idea how to deal with women because the honest truth was that I didn’t understand anything when it came to them outside of sex. Orgasms and nights of their lives? I could give them that in spades, but when it came to anything else, I’d destroy them. Not them. Her.
“There’s someone out there for everyone,”my mother would tell me until my dad would interject.
“Don’t fill his head with all that ‘the one’ stuff. He has a career in football to focus on.”
I’d always high-fived my father, but he was as wrong as I now knew I was. My mother had been right. In a way, Carolina had also been right, too. I was bad, and girls just wanted physical gratification from me. She had been the one to teach me that, but I had somehow shoved it far from my mind. My mother, though. She knew there was someone, and I now knew it, too.
“Kenzie is my one.” Saying it out loud made it so real. “Or was, because I let her get away.”