12Back in his car, Kate sat, not speaking, her mind a confused mess of desire, guilt, fear, anger, and the lust to be under him again, powerless and forced to do his will. He drove with her hand in his at first, but then he made her lift the hem of her short dress so he could touch her. He hadn’t allowed her to clean herself back at the house, and now she learned why: he entered her sopping wet cunt with his fingers and gave them to her to suck. She took them in her mouth willingly, hating herself and him and the rules that said he couldn’t do these terrible things to her, that said she wasn’t permitted to want them done to her, loving the taste of the two of them on her tongue.
At the office, he drove her to her old Subaru. He helped her from his car to hers, shielding her as much as pos
