There wasn't even a word to describe the nuclear level of rage Mac was feeling while he watched her car disappear into the distance. He couldn't even form coherent thought. He was just seeing red.
After a wave of dizziness passed Mac moved from his position slumped against his truck to wrench the door open. Slipping to the floor on the driver's side he tore the access cover away from the wire harness connector. Granting himself access to the red primary power supply wire. With a pair of pliers from the truck bed he cut the wire and stripped it, next touching the brown ignition wire with the red making sparks discharge. A downright evil grin overtook his features when the truck roared to life.
He tore through the back roads pushing ninety, headlights off, not caring if officer dipshit or sheriff Pratt caught him speeding naked. Mac took the curves of the cottage's winding driveway so fast his truck's rear tires were fishtailing like mad. Kicking up rocks and dust in their wake. He slammed into park inches from the back end of her Denali before disconnecting the wires to cut the engine. The truck's door was thoroughly abused before he stomped his way to the front door. Had he been thinking clearly Mac should have known better when the doorknob twisted easily in his hand, unlocked.
Kristy knew he'd come for her. Knew it was only a matter of time before he hotwired his shitty truck and came after her. She pressed the gas pedal a little harder. She needed to get home and get ready for the shitstorm headed her way.
A plan formed in her head and a smile slowly stretched her scar tissue. He wouldn't know what hit him.
Mac stormed into the house searching room to room, turning on lights. The last place to look was the bedroom. Nothing. She wasn't there. While he was busy yelling out in anger and smashing her bedside lamp against the wall she was creeping stealthily from behind her bedroom door.
Mac felt two hands clamp over his face. One over his nose. The other over his mouth. Both filled with pink powder. He inhaled out of surprise and reflex, taking a large amount of the substance into his lungs. Besides the portion that was shoved into his mouth and forced to swallow. The hands didn't move until he started choking from ingesting so much. A forceful palm smacked him on the back repeatedly before he turned around to glare at her in between coughs.
The drug was already working its magic. The initial pleasant rush swept through his body, washing out the anger. By the time she came back with a glass of water for him he was sitting on the ground slumped against her bed. His vision contorting into unrealistic things. She wasn't an angel this time but she still looked like heaven.
Kristy congratulated herself at perfect execution. Aside from his sweaty dirt covered back sullying her clothes it was a mission well accomplished. Upon inspection she noted his temple would need stitches. But most of the scrapes and cuts were filled with dirt from him face-planting after trying to lunge for her earlier. The bite mark she'd given him looked downright nasty. It would scar for sure. She couldn't help but feel a swell of sick pride rise within herself laced with a twinge of ownership. She'd marked him for life. Hers.
After forcing him to drink half the water she decided a shower was in order to clean the wounds. Especially if he reacted the same way to the mix again. She didn't want a human garbage can in her bed.
"Come on, get up. Time for your weekly cleansing."
Her mocking went unnoticed. He just grunted and accepted her offered hands to pull him up.
When she pushed him into the shower and adjusted the temperature he just stood there letting the water, grime, and blood ripple down his body in dirty rivulets.
"Soap. Water. Lets go I don't have all damn night!" she coaxed, making a washing motion with her hands on her own body.
He just watched her in a glazed daze. She hung her head while letting out a frustrated sigh before starting to remove her clothing. She'd given him way too much of the CB. But dosage hadn't really been a concern at the time. Saving herself from being raped and possibly murdered was.
She stepped in behind him. Grabbing the soap and a washcloth from the shelf she worked up a thick lather and started roughly scrubbing his back. Working a sudsy path all the way down to his heels. Kristy squashed the urge to smack his wet ass for the second time that day. Something about its bubbly shape just begged for a slap.
A fantasy filled with him bent over her knees played in her head as she rinsed the cloth and re-loaded it with soap before turning him around to face her. 'Stop it!' She was gentle only on the wounds. The rest of him got a thorough scrubbing.
When it came down to the impressive length jutting out at her she refused. Even with the cloth separating his skin from hers. Though she was tempted. 'Oh hell no.'
"Wash your own dick." she ordered firmly, putting the rag in his hand.
Still no response. 'God I hope I didn't kill that last lonely brain cell.'
She arranged the cloth over his hand and guided it to his phallus. Her hand covering his. She helped him work the cloth up and down his length. Just when she was about to move his hand down to her favorite punching bags Mac let out a low groan, jerking his hips. She pushed away the twinge between her thighs resulting from what she'd just heard and forced his hand lower. Denying her attraction to the flawed man in front of her was getting harder to maintain with each passing day. She wanted him. Badly.
Taking the cloth from him she continued lower to his thighs until she had to kneel to reach his calves and feet. Her face was level with his intimidating organ. Chancing a glance up she caught the leering smile on his face. The pervert in him making its way through the drugs. She almost wondered if he was faking just to force her to touch him.
"Don't even think about it!" she growled up at him sternly before continuing her sanitizing.
The hair came next. She allowed herself one leniency. Not making him turn around. Instead pressing herself to his front and standing on tip toes to reach the very top of his head while squeezing out some shampoo. After replacing the bottle on its shelf she returned to her forbidden position. Pretending to focus on working the liquid into his hair.
But really all she was thinking about was how good her breasts felt sliding along his chest each time she gave her arches a rest and came down flat-footed. Or how enticing his velvet covered steel rod felt grinding into the soft skin of her stomach.
Mac let out little groans every time she moved. Definitely not just from her fingers massaging his scalp. Before she could order him to lean back and rinse the lather his hands were clutching her sides. Forcing her to stay pressed against him while his hips jerked wildly. Thrusting himself against her slick flesh.
Days of pent up sexual frustration never truly satisfied by the whores took over his hazed brain. She couldn't even let out a sound of protest before his entire body tensed and a strangled moan left his tainted clenched teeth. Hot ropes of cum shot out of his slit, landing all over her lower stomach. Squishing between their wet bodies when he thrust against her one last time with a shudder.
The look on his face when he came made her crave to see it again. Under her. She couldn't even fake being mad or disgusted at being covered in his spunk. She was too shocked and turned on.
She had to catch him before his legs gave out and he cracked his head on the faucet. He gave her little choice. Wrapping his arms tightly around her before burying his face in the crook of her neck. All while his labored breathing calmed and his lower limbs failed him.
Struggling to hold up his weight she failed, slipping to the ground with him in her lap. Tilting his head back she shielded his eyes from the spray with one hand, lightly racking her fingers through his hair to rinse away the suds with the other. Making him give a small mewling sound that forced her to hold back a smile.
When his sandy blond hair was free of her fruity shampoo she gingerly laid him against the wall of the walk in shower. Easily slipping her wet body from his grasp.
Without a word Kristy used the soiled washcloth to clean his deflated member and stomach before cleaning her own front and discarding it. After grabbing a clean one she went about her own meticulous shower routine. Ignoring Mac who was watching her from the corner with half open eyes. The sight of his stiffening cock made her close hers and rinse her hair. Certainly not needing any more incentive to completely throw her twisted morals to the wind and fuck him right there on the tiled floor.
"Up!" she command once finished, snickering when he jumped slightly at her sharp bark.
Seating him on the closed toilet while she toweled off she kept a close eye on him. Weary of his unbalanced staggering steps. He was really out of it. Once dry she stepped between his legs to roughly dry his hair, dabbing lightly at the still bleeding gash in the side of his head.
When she wrapped the towel around his back to rub back and fourth his forehead rested against the flesh of her stomach just below her breasts. Sloppy open-mouthed kisses accompanied by a circling tongue made her smack his dried shoulder and push him back to lean against the toilet's tank.
"Dry yourself off then meet me in the living room." she growled out, fed up with his horny invalid state.
Stuffing her hair up into a wet bun she walked naked through the cottage. Adding her clothes to Mac's already in the washer before popping several pieces of leftover pizza from last night in the microwave.
'Hopefully he's lucid enough to eat without biting his snake of a tongue off.' she thought to herself while she pulled her extensively stocked first aide kit from the cabinet.
With her line of work the less you went to the hospital for questionable stab and bullet wounds the better.
Walking to the living room with the kit she found Mac sitting on the couch naked and dry. Waiting for her. She sat at the other end placing the kit on the coffee table before taking out all the instruments she would need.
"Come here." she muttered at him, not bothering to look up from opening the suture packaging.
Mac's face came into view unexpectedly when he laid his head in her lap. She didn't fuss at the unsanitary placement and instead got to dabbing his cuts with a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol.
She couldn't help but smirk at his little winces and then hiss of pain he let out once she got the big gash and bite. She stitched him up quickly before going over everything with antibiotic ointment and adding bandages to the worst. At second thought she dabbed the leftover ointment on a few open sores on his chest and wrists.
Kristy caught herself before she could let concern slip into her features when her eyes met the blue ones trained on her face. Mac's hand came up to caress her face, tracing the jagged line in her cheek to her lips.
"Thank yew." he whispered, trailing off quietly, mumbling something alarmingly similar to "love you."
"Shut up." she hissed with venom and fear in her voice, pushing his head from her lap and recoiling from his touch.
She knew it was just the drugs and possibly blood loss talking. She hurriedly shoved everything back in the kit unorganized and went to put it away before grabbing dinner and slamming his plate down in front of him on the coffee table. Choosing to eat standing up alone in the kitchen she needed to put some space in between herself and Mac after that, feeling like she might vomit.
On her way to the bedroom she spun around on her heel, facing the man still chewing pizza on her couch.
"You sleep there tonight. One toe in my bedroom and I won't just crush your balls this time, I'll cut them off. Got it?"
When he only kept eating she figured he wasn't too high to understand. He was just too much of a dick to turn off his selective hearing.
Slamming the door shut behind her she crawled into bed, making sure to check that the two sets of handcuffs were still in her top nightstand drawer. Just in case she woke up to a repeat of their last slumber party.
She felt like a psychic when her bedroom door creaked open moments later. Slow, soft footsteps padding across the wood floor were followed by his naked body sliding in next to hers. The initial tensing of her body faded even quicker than last time when his toned arm wrapped around her stomach and his erection nestled against her ass.
Readjusting the pillow sandwiched between her face and arm she let out a deep frustrated breath. Kristy knew she couldn't keep this up much longer. It was impractical to keep drugging him and eventually she would slip up, eventually he would win.
While Mac's face nuzzled into the back of her neck she decided she'd lose on her own terms. 'Love you too, asshole.'