He stood, just inside the door, staring at her as though waiting for her to say something else. She said nothing. She took her drink and sipped it again, now almost nonchalantly. She was trembling all over and yet she wasn't showing it. Through her mind passed a blurred picture of the crazy chain of events.that had filled the last eighteen hours. Everything has changed, she thought oddly amused at the irony. Or at least everything will be changed in a very short time.
"Come on," he said finally. "We're going back to the bedroom."
Somehow she managed a smile. He glared from the doorway, then stalked toward her. She sat, breathlessly waiting. He stood towering over her, and with secret inner fear and relish she let her eyes wander slowly down the length of his body. He bent slightly, slipping his hands past the rounded outsides of each of her breasts to fit them beneath her arms and jerk her suddenly and violently to her feet.
"Oohh!" Cathy gasped, the rough handling serving to jolt her at least part way out of her strange state of complacency.
Then, almost before she'd gotten her balance, Bailey's strong rough hands moved up to seize the material on either side of her dress just at the open neck. In a sudden rapid movement he pulled his hands forcibly apart and the dress split open wide straight down over her still nakedly unencumbered breasts and sleek golden-tanned belly, all the way down to the last button at mid-thigh so the entire front of her body was exposed from her neck to the little sand-blonde triangle of her cunt.
Then he left the dress hanging loose on and open, dropping his hands to his side and stepping back half a pace, his eyes drifting slowly down over the softly inviting nakedness of her flesh, his burning, hungry gaze serving to drum into Cathy's alcohol-logged, emotion-warped consciousness the seriousness of what was happening. Because it wasn't, as she'd been treating it, a dream from which she could awaken at will. It wasn't another of the sex fantasies that had plagued her ever since her first encounter yesterday evening with this brutal beast of a man. It was really happening. Bob was down in the barn… Fucking… Bailey's wife. Bailey was about to fuck her. He was going to do it whether she wanted it or not and with her grasp of that fact came the sudden vivid recollection of the shock and fear she'd experienced last night when she'd first been confronted with the sight of his outlandishly gigantic cock. And now he was really going to shove that big thing all the way into her tight little pussy. He wasn't just going to kiss her or maul her body or finger-fuck her to the very verge of climax. He was going to fuck her, and the sudden wave of fear that gripped Cathy was almost enough to make her collapse.
Then, before she could move to flee or retreat, he seized her wrist, jerking her almost off her feet as he led her away from the couch and started toward the door.
"Noooooo!" Cathy whimpered tearfully. "NO please. Turn me loose!" She tried to stop and found herself skidding on the tile floor, then ceased to skid and again almost fell so she had to fight to regain her balance. Stumbling after Bailey, who walked ahead of her without even looking back, secure in the vice-like grip of his big hand on her slender wrist, she fumbled at the open front of her dress, uselessly clutching it together and noting, almost absently, that though several of the buttons had torn loose, most of them had merely been ripped free of the button holes. But that was small consolation now and she was still whimpering and pleading in protest as Bailey at last reached the door of the guest room, paused and pulled her in front of him and guided her through.
"No, Bailey," She sobbed again, turning to face him. "I don't want it. Not really. I really don't."
"Sure you do, kid. If I didn't know you wanted it you wouldn't even be here."
He released her wrist and seized her shoulders, pulling her near-naked body forcibly against his own and kissing her again brutally on the mouth. And as she parted her lips to receive his tongue, his words, which wouldn't register completely until later, echoed in her ears: If I didn't know you wanted it you wouldn't even be here.
Then just as violently as he'd pulled her to him he shoved her back away, almost to arm's length. He let his eyes again rove down her naked breasts and belly and the soft blondish triangle between her thighs, then with a shove of his wrists he sent her sprawling backwards across the bed.
He turned as she landed and reclined across it, threw the latch on the door and turned back to her. She tried to clutch the dress together in front, staring up at him in immobilized terror from her prone and waiting position. Then he stalked toward her. Gasping, she started to roll on her side, yet before she could move he was upon her, dropping suddenly to his knees at the edge of the bed and pushing her knees out wide apart to completely spread and expose the nakedly pulsing little opening of her cunt.
"Oh no, God nooooo!" Cathy whimpered, raising her head to stare down in utter confusion and horror at the kneeling man who was staring in turn straight up between her thighs. "Don't," she whimpered. "Please don't… look at me… that… down there!"
She still didn't have the slightest idea what Bailey thought he was doing down there. It was like he was making some kind of clinical examination, and somewhere in the delirium of her jumbled mind it occurred to her that in all her secret fantasies of this moment she'd never pictured Bailey on his knees staring up at her cunt from below. Then an even greater shudder wracked her naked body as his hands moved suddenly up her tender inner thighs to seize the flanged hair-lined lips of her pussy and spread them deliciously apart.
"Bailey," the trembling blonde whimpered, "I thought you wanted to fuck me…?"
Seeing the cruel grin that appeared on his lips, she realized she'd said the wrong thing. That wasn't the way she'd meant it.
"I mean, I don't like for you to look at me like that. It makes me feel like you can see inside me."
"I can."
Somehow, in her heightened state of consciousness, the remark took on a significance that stretched almost beyond its limits, as though she were high on a mind-expanding drug. He could see inside her, literally and figuratively. Figuratively, he could see through her. He had seen through her, apparently, that first instant they'd met yesterday afternoon down in the barn. And Bob, by comparison, hadn't even begun to get to know her, during all the months of their engagement, and not even during the four weeks they'd lived together as man and wife.
Then a chill of astonishment and horror shot through her mind as Bailey finally responded to her last remark. "I am going to fuck you, baby. But first I want to try something else. Has that kid who's fucking my wife ever eaten your cunt?"
"Eaten my cunt?" Cathy couldn't even believe her ears.
"Yeah. Eaten your cunt."
Suddenly Cathy felt Bailey's elbows pushing violently out on her thighs from just inside the knees. At the same time she could feel his fingers peeling the lips of her vagina open even wider, and as she cringed in horror and struggled futilely to escape, he suddenly leaned forward over the edge of the bed, shoving his head right up between her open inner thighs until she could feel his hot rasping breath blowing right up into the furrowed opening of her loins.
"Oh noooo!" Cathy whimpered, her buttocks jerking in a spasm in response to the bizarre tickling sensation. And a moment later she was almost mortified from the sheer strangeness and perversion of it all as Bailey's tongue darted lizard-like from his mouth to lick up through the forbidden curls of the hair of her cunt to make titillating contact right on the lustfully spasming little bud of her clitoris.
"Aaayyeeeeee!" Cathy cried in spite of herself, her head flailing wildly from side to side in protest as she stared, gape mouthed, down between her quivering breasts at Bailey's face buried between her thighs. Then again she felt the tongue, limber and moist, slurping softly over her moistly burning flesh, and she thought if she didn't stop him right this minute, in another minute she wouldn't even want to. It felt good. It felt so weird, so exquisite and so perverse she couldn't stand it.