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 Chapter One - The Beginning of the End

   "Go fuck yourself, Chris." She threw the keys at his head.  The air was
forced and cut through a few locks of his chestnut hair suffering from a
bad case of bed head.  His eyes barely moved in recognition of the assault.

   "Oh, very mature.  We've been reduced to violence and.."

   "Eat me, you selfish lying bastard!" Her cherub cheeks were flushed red
hot, and not in the kind of way he usually liked - like when she got in
from a walk in the frigid winter wind chill.  Now, they accompanied dried
salty lines of tears that streaked south only to drop from her jaw and fall
on her heaving chest.  He knew he shouldn't be staring at her breasts at
this exact moment, but they always seemed to draw his and everyone else's
attention in a room.

   "Actually, no.  I take that back - you'll never eat me again!" She
stammered out the words and was furiously surveying the room for another
object to hurl at him.  How could he just stand there?  Calm, cool and with
no indication of interest in participating in their breakup.

   Quietly, as if speaking to a ranting toddler he looked at her with a
resigned sadness.  "Catelynn, it's obvious you don't want to work this out
in a mature manner.  There is nothing else I can say.  If you want to throw
this away, then just go." Chris turned from the door, moved past her and
sat on the edge of their bed, thinking about the nights to come when he
would be in it alone.  For the first extended period of time in four years,
she wouldn't be with him.  He wondered why that didn't bother him as much
as he thought it should.

   "Exactly!  You've just been waiting, haven't you?  Waiting for me to
snap and do it for you!  Well, congratulations.  Here you go.  I'm DONE!"
With his eyes drawn to the floor, he hadn't noticed that she had in her
hands one of his many laptops that lived with the couple in various states
of repair and continuous operation.  This one had been laying quietly on
the overwhelmed desk where he huddled night after night.  It was also the
unknowing tool of todays battle.

   He heard the crack of the metal case before he saw the pieces skidding
across their bedroom floor.

   "Let's see you 'talk' to her now!" Her hands flew upwards to emphasize
her sarcasm with the requisite air quotes gesture.

   Christopher felt the blood rush to his head, and strangely to other
areas of his body, as he took in the results of her temper tantrum.  He
felt his biceps contract, his abdomen pinched every muscle available in his
torso and he felt his heart quicken.  The pounding in his head almost
blinded him.  He knew the contents of the tiny hard drive would be
retrievable.  It lay at his feet, on the bare wood floorboards in
relatively unscathed shape.  But, this was it.  This was how she walked all
over him.  No respect.  He slowly raised his head and anticipated one of
her infamous facial expressions.  It would determine whether this would be
a forgiveable outburst - or worse, if she was enjoying her malicious
attack.

   The angle of where he sat on the bed allowed for a 15 degree slope
upwards from his temple to hers, where she stood only five feet away.  As
he raised his chin, she could only barely make out his eyelashes from under
their dark brown brows.  It seemed to her to be an eternity, waiting for
his reaction.

   He started at her bare feet.  The chubby toes clung to the varnished
wood laid out in their bedroom.  Her legs were bare too, up until her
smooth white thigh where the night gown began.  The slight bias of the
lingerie was determined by the tilt of her hip, where one hand rested
leaving the right side of her body just that much ahead of her left.  Her
defensive stance encouraged the anger boiling under his silence.  His eyes
continued north over the curves of her chest that were rippling the silk as
she fought to take in deep breaths.  The skin protruding from the lace that
outlined her neck area led his eyes further still, past the faint curl of
the corner of her lip in a sly smirk, and then until his eyes met hers and
locked.

   Catelynn felt her lips begin to quiver when she finally saw his whole
face, but it was his eyes that scared her.  She didn't know this
Christopher.  She knew the man who would cry during movies, and bite his
lip when he talked about their relationship and who had even begun using
jargon like 'emotional safe house' and 'reciprocated appreciation'.  This
man, whose massive shoulders were now rising to meet the bottom of his ears
and whose quiet but laboured breathing seemed to wrack his whole body in
subtle shocks, was not the man she knew.

   Suddenly, he was no longer on the bed.  In three simple steps,
Christopher had crossed the space between them, grabbed her left forearm in
a grip that left his knuckles white.  He twisted it behind her back forcing
her weight into him.  Her head snapped back as his other hand torpedoed
from nowhere to clutch her throat.

   "You fucking Bitch!" struck Catelynn in the face, literally.  His spit
flung directly on to her rosy red cheeks, and caught his attention.  That's
when he noticed she was fighting to maintain her ground, but there was a
pleading behind her anger of a frightened girl who he outweighed by twice,
at least.

   By now, Catelynn could no longer discern the pinch of the muscles in her
arm being unnaturally twisted because her attention was on her free arm,
struggling behind Chris' neck, to relieve the weight currently balanced in
the grip he had on her neck.  She realized she had crossed a line, and was
now completely unsure of who or what she was dealing with.  She tried to
speak his name, to snap him out of his rage, but her vocal chords were
being crushed and the dizziness set in.  For a second, she thought of death
by strangulation and her legs began to thrash wildly against his.

   Her thigh brushed against his groin, and through his thin cotton boxers
she felt his hard on at full force.  The dark black orbs that live amid her
baby blue irises grew to full saucers.  His reaction to being found out,
was to make a swift shift of weight from his left foot to his right,
sending them both in a spiral.  He released her neck, and spun her arm so
that her body twisted in mid air and she landed stomach down on the king
size platform mattress.

   "You're not the only one who can throw things around here." He felt
relief wash over him, as he re-orientated himself in the room.  Taking
stock, he marked off on a checklist - It's Tuesday November 7th.  I am at
home.  I fucked Sasha when Catelynn was in Milan.  I need to check that my
email server maintained my inbox.

   Chris could feel his chest lighten and the air began to fill his lungs
in a smoother and easier rhythm.  Pick up the chocolate brown Gucci suit
from the cleaners tomorrow morning.

   Catelynn laid there, catching her own breath and completed her own
reality check of the situation.  Never before had she been manhandled, let
alone had Chris ever raised his voice to her.  She kept hearing the growl,
and her mind flashed again to the feel of his body wrapping itself around
hers.  She lifted her cheek from the cool crisp bed sheet, and peered out
from under her deshevelled ashy blond hair, just past her ruddy shoulder to
where he stood just a few feet away from the bed.  In perfect eyeline with
his waist, she could still see his erection creating a tent through his
shorts.

   He wanted to go to her and apologize, but the crunching sound that
accompanied his first step towards her reminded him that she was not the
victim here.  He sighed deeply, and began a jumble of unknown words.

   "Cate, It's just.."

   She was already scrambling off the bed, and moving at him with bent
knees and hunched forward.  Her shoulder took the brunt of his midsection
as it connected and knocked the wind out of him.  He was moving backwards
and trying to stabilize himself with one arm wrapped over her back, the
other outstretched to catch anything in the way.  But he hit the empty wall
beside the doorframe, the back of his skull bouncing off an old poster of
the blues club they both loved.

   Catelynn slipped out from his arm still searching for support, and
landed her flat palm against his right cheek with such force that the
barely visible stubble stung her skin and ripped through the flesh like a
million little paper cuts.

   She felt a rush of warmth surge just beneath her stomach.  The
excitement she felt had her breathing in short and quick pulses.  Her eyes
darted back and forth, searching his for something behind his shock.  She
wanted to see that look again, the one in his eyes that she saw as he
gripped her throat.

   "What's the matter?  You think you can treat me like that whore of
yours?" She landed another slap against his already imprinted cheek.

   "Catelynn - you know I'm never like th-" He started to defend himself,
but was interrupted by her nails digging into the soft flesh of his neck
while she pulled him from the wall only to halt his motion and jerk him
back to it with even greater force.

   "Fuck you!" She attempted a half swallow in order to accumulate enough
saliva to make the next attack worthwhile.  Pursing her lips, she spewed
forth a wad of fluid that made a direct connection with his right eye.  She
could feel his body shaking and to quickly made the final move, to push him
over.

   Her left hand poised against his left shoulder, she pinned him to the
wall.  She shifted slightly, moving her weight to her steady left side. 
Kicking her right foot forward between his legs she forced them further
apart, and slid her left hand down past the elastic band of his underwear
to find his hard on.  The huge veins bulged through the skin and she felt
the throbbing of the rushing blood.  She surprised him, and his penis
jerked in an attempt to escape the confines of his boxers.

   "Is this what you want?  Huh?  Is it?" She began to stroke him, moving
her clasped fingers up and down from the base of his dick upwards.  Her
small hand fitted the swollen member well enough, but any bigger and she
wouldn't have fit her fingers around its impressive girth.  She could hear
him let go of a small whimper, and even his right arm reached up to gather
her to his body.

   But she was looking for a different response.

   With another half gulp, she let out another glob of spit that his left
cheek.  She quickly followed up with a third flat hand slap to his already
burning face.  The sensations happening in the matter of seconds it took to
complete this series of motions were incredibly intense, and Chris couldn't
keep up.  The last thing he could recall before it happened, was the
excrutiating flash of pain on the top of his head and through the muscles
in the back of his neck, as a fistful of hair was gripped in Catelynn's
fingers.  She jerked his head down to her eye level and said 'You think
you're ever going to get a piece of this again?'

   He pulled the muscles in his neck to resist her grasp, and until then he
had not wanted to meet her anger with his own should he unleash his
strength and seriously hurt her.  But the look on her face hit him harder
than her own hand - the brow of her right eye was arched to mimic the grin
on her face.  She was pleased with her punishment and was enjoying his
humiliation.

   Catelynn realized he was not going to react to this battery. 
Disappointed, she began to release her grip on his hair.  He felt her body
relax and surrender, and a primal force in Chris took over and seized the
opportunity to take control.  Already slouched to her level, it was with an
easy motion that his arms slid behind her right side and scooped her up. 
This time, Catelynn hit the mattress on her back, but not before her
tailbone smacked off the side of the bedframe.  When she landed on the soft
padding, she could already feel the tenderness swelling.  She cried out,
arching her back towards the ceiling she could feel every muscle in her
body lengthen and stretch which sent chills through every nerve ending to
the tips of her fingers and toes.

   Chris advanced in two quick paces, climbed the mattress and grabbing
each of her shoulders he shook her whole body snapping her head forward. 
Their eyes met, and for an instant he felt sure he saw a faint smile before
she began to beg to be released.

   "Please Chris, don't!  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to-" Catelynn was
almost whispering from her ragged and burning throat.  But she barely
noticed, as her whole body seemed electrified from adrenaline.  Under his
massive weight, and anchored by his grip, she was rubbing her legs in
circles around each other - her heavy set legs had a padding of flesh that
added to the friction and generated more heated sensations that ran
directly to her core.  She started to feel the tops of her thighs moving
easily, surprised that not only was she wet but that she was releasing so
much juice that it was running down her legs.

   Christopher has seen her hysterical in situations of less concern - like
when the cat knocked over her crystal vase, or when the Gallery refused to
display her favourite piece for their last Impressionist exhibit.  There
was something missing, in her pleading.  There was no urgency.

   With his weight balanced on one knee, he dragged his other knee forward
over her own pushing the hem of her nightgown to the top of her thigh. 
Quickly, he jammed his knee downwards and separated her legs at their
meeting place just below the pelvic bone.  Catelynn gasped as his rounded
joint dug into her soaking wet lips.  The freshly shaven area gave no
resistance to his skin, and the lubricant she was releasing began to slosh
around, soaking through the silk gown bunched beneath her ass.

   "So this IS what you want." He relished the feeling of his knee sliding
around.  He edged upwards, teasing her clit and her body reacted by forcing
her hips down on to him and releasing a groan.

   She wasn't going to let him win so easily.  "That isn't about you." She
wrestled her right arm free and let herself relax back on the mattress,
still in his biased grip.  Her hand slid across her collarbone, tugged on
the lace enough to flash the tip of her erect nipple and proceeded over the
wrinkled silk.  She reached forward and ripped her nails down his upper
leg, pulling long dark hairs as she dug deeper.  This was enough to make
him pull his knee back enough that she slipped her fingers over her mound
and found the source of intense heat.  Her swollen and hot lips enclosed
her whole hand, and she began to rub herself wildly.

   "I only get this way when I'm thinking about finally being able to go
down on Jonathan.  I can't wait to run into his waiting arms, and be
comforted." She continued to hold the tip of her clit between her index and
middle fingers, while her fingers pressed deeper into its base making
circular motions.  She had closed her eyes, and was imagining Jon's tongue
making the circles for her, while Chris was tied to the wicker chair in the
corner.

   The mention of his best friend threw a knot in his spine, and Chris'
cheeks flushed again His left hand released its grip on her shoulder, flew
back to meet the side of his head and came down with such force that as it
hit Catelynn's porcelain skin it indented his finger marks in crimson red.
She was too surprised to move for a minute, and laid completely still.  Her
whole body remained rigid as she took in the sting that was already rushing
energy from her head through her neck and straight to where Chris' knee had
returned to its relentless digging.  As she turned her head back to centre,
Catelynn saw the large blue vein in his neck bulge, and couldn't resist
finding out if the same reaction was happening below.

   Her fingers were being crushed by his determined nudging, but she was
able to pull her hand free with the help of her own liquid.  Propping
herself up, she echoed the arch of his body to hers, and bit deep into the
skin that connected his neck to his shoulder.  At the same time, her now
free hand jerked the waistband of his shorts over his hips and his engorged
dick sprung loose.  Catelynn's hand greedily grabbed at, and began
thrusting from the base upwards, letting her moist hand slide over the tip
and quickly back down.  "Ohh...  Jon.  You're so hard!  Chris is never this
hard..  h and my, my..  such a BIG boy."

   She was giggling and laughing at him, while he used his hand to add
pressure to his punctured wound.  He could feel the pull of something just
below his own stomach, and knew her stroking was releasing the first wave
of cum - although, this was the most intense release he had ever felt.  The
noise in his ears caused by the deafening pain in his neck eased, and all
Chris could now hear was her moaning.  All he could feel was her body
writhing underneath his, and the intense build up of heat in his core.

   Then he heard her calling his name.  "Oh Jon!  Yes.  I want you in me,
now!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME, PLEASE!"

   Confused, his hand shot towards her face and clutched Catelynn's jaw
jerking her out of her spasm of bliss.  The look in her eye showed a
disdain, and he wanted more than ever to prove his power over her.  He had
seen her look at him that way when she called him an idiot for not knowing
how to separate colours for the wash, or who was in the latest blockbuster
movie.  Chris had always sublimated the urge to think of her as territory,
but she was his and he was going to prove it.  This time, he wouldn't
ignore her taunting and humiliation.

   With a synchronized movement he tore through the neck of the silk gown
and ripped the material in two, lifting her whole body off the mattress as
the cloth ripped in two and rammed himself into her moist cunt so hard, she
was slammed back into the bed.  He grunted at every thrust and with each
inch he pounded further into her, she screamed and failed to gain a grip on
his body.  Every muscle flexed, the sweat making his skin slippery, she
pulled and pushed at his chest gasping with each tear of her vaginal wall.

   "Chris, stop!  Please!" She didn't realize she was crying, until she
tasted the salty water running down her cheek.

   "Shut up!  Fucking whore.  You just want to be fucked, huh?" He knew he
was out of control, but the feeling of owning this body, owning the pussy
he was driving himself so hard into, and knowing he was making her feel the
pain of humiliation she had so easily put him through these last few years
was a release he had wanted for too long.

   "Chris!  Christopher!  Please.." she couldn't catch her breath between
gasps as the fiery piercing drove up her spine.  "I don't...  want this! 
You....  have to....  stop!  Get off me!"

   Catelynn ripped free from his grip on her chin in an especially long
withdrawal.  He was inhaling deeply and preparing for another crash into
her, when she squirmed her body away from him and towards the top of the
bed.

   "Get the fuck out of here!  HELP!  Someone - help me!!" her voice, now
barely audible from the screaming and crushed larynx wouldn't be alerting
anyone.  They both knew that the apartments above and below were empty, and
their neighbours were on holiday.

   He mimicked her plea for rescue.  "'Fuck me!  Help me!  Fuck me!' Make
up your mind, Catie.  Do you even know what you want?" He grabbed at her
ankles and with a bolt of his arm flipped her body over.  He climbed over
her legs, swooped over her back, and with incredible comfort he grabbed the
reigns of her hair.  Catelynn's head jerked back, and she fought to hold
herself up on her weak arms.

   She cried out again, and felt the aching from her battered cunt connect
with the cramping of her upper body.  He knelt on the back of her legs,
pinning her down and engaged her ass to move higher into position by a few
quick tugs on her mane.  She couldn't even call out 'No!' before he was
inside her again, even deeper and harder than before.

   The angle left him running hard against what was usually the bottom of
her canal, and with the length of his rock hard dick he reached the point
of her cervix - crashing into it and causing a terrified scream from
Catelynn.

   "Grab the fucking headboard, amateur." He knew she hated his past
experiences, and always felt jealous and inadequate.  He also didn't want
to cause permanent damage.  Too shocked to weep, Catelynn managed to
correct her posture and adjust the angle enough, that he was now driving
hard and fast, into what she felt was the very middle of her body.  And
with her whole body at attention, she realized the impact of his
penetration was bringing her close to climax.

   Christopher felt her submit and match his rhythm, meeting each of his
thrusts with her own pinch of muscles as he entered her.  Leaning forward,
he wrapped even more of her hair around his knuckles and with his free arm,
he slid his hand around her waist and down to her crotch.  He naturally
found his way to her clit, and began rubbing it just the way she liked. 
Lightly pinched between two fingers and the tips rubbing deep into her soft
flesh.

   "Oh my god!  Yes!  Chris.." Catelynn spoke through her quickened breath.



   "I know, baby.  This is what you wanted.  This is what you need." Their
bodies had become glued together with sweat, linked perfectly like puzzles
pieces with their weight shifting and moving back and forth in unison. 
Chris' hips slapped against her ass, and the smacking sound flashed images
of their foreplay.  They both reacted with exasperated moans, and quickened
pace.  "Say it!"

   "Yes.." she shuddered.  He fingers moving faster around her swollen
clit, his grip on her hair holding him steady as he pounded harder and
harder.  Catelynn yelled "Yes.  God, yes!  Chris!  I want you!  I want
this! I need you!"

   The circles of muscle inside her clenched in spasmic rhythm, sending
shocks of vibrations throughout her body.  Her stomach dropped and her head
and ass shifted closer together, while Chris felt himself swallowed by her
orgasm.  With his final thrust, she involuntarily squeezed his dick in
little pulses that pulled his waiting semen from the core of his body.  It
shot through his dick, and spewed his hot cum inside her.  He moved in and
out of her again, as the incredible load continued to be released.  Sliding
himself inside again, he could feel some of it ooze down their legs as
another adhesive for their bodies.

   They remained locked, as she released her grip on the headboard and slid
forward to her elbows.  His knees had already moved off her legs, to the
sides of hers which were now pasted together with his juices.  Catelynn
rested in a sitting position, with his relaxing member still tucked inside
her feeling the last of the flexing muscles from her orgasm.  He released
her hair, but continued to massage the outside of her clit knowing not to
exactly touch the sensitive area incase he should interrupt her.

   Catelynn was the first to speak, after a quiet moment.  "I want you to
go, now."

   He slowly sat upright, but she remained bent forward huddled with her
head slipped under her arms.

   "But, Catie..  I thought you wanted..  I mean, I wasn't really..  "

   "Get out." She coughed, or was it gasped, as he moved out from under her
and left the bed.  Chris grabbed a pair of jeans hanging on a chair, and
let them rise up over his soiled boxers.  He spotted a discarded t-shirt on
the floor and as he bent down to reach for it, he sought to find her eyes
buried beneath the matte of hair covering her face.

   "Catelynn, are you okay?"

   Her only response was to roll her body onto its side, with her back to
him.

   "Cate, I'm sorry.  Please, we need to talk about what just happened."

   From somewhere amid the mess of sheets and blanket, he heard her hiss
"If you don't get out now, I will call the police."

   Stunned by the threat, he reeled from the consequences.  What if he had
been wrong?  What if she was only playing along at the end, to make it
stop?

   Chris found his sneakers under the bed and moved toward the doorway.  On
his left side at his eyeline he noticed a crease in the poster and reached
out to touch the damage.  The paper gave way, and he followed the crater
left in the plaster wall.

   He didn't remember leaving the apartment without a jacket or his wallet.