“Okay, well, then they just decided they didn't want to fuck me anymore.”
She pauses. “Did they say that?”
“No, but they certainly didn't invite me last night.”
“So, what…they just fucked off by themselves?”
“No, they were home. I was out.”
“Where were you?”
I clear my throat in lieu of an answer, and she laughs. “Never mind. I know exactly where you were. So let me get this right. You were fucking someone else, likely a random stranger, and they decided that they wanted to fuck each other, and now that has you feeling some sort of way.”
“Yes.”Obviously.“Make it go away.”
“That’s not how this works.”
“Fine. What would you suggest I do?”
“What's interesting is that you sound not just left out buthurt. Did they hurt your feelings, Wick?”
I wrinkle my nose, and Sisko snorts under me. He knows what's what.
“Maybe. But I don't like feeling like this.”
“Welp. Until you accept the fact that you’re the romantic lead playing the part of the horn-dog best friend, I’m not going to be able to help you very much.”
Jesus Christ, woman.
“Why would you say that to me? Why would you call me that?”
“What? A romantic? Because during sexy times, you hold people in a romantic way. You kiss them in a romantic way. You thrust into them in a romantic way. And I don't think you realize that.”
“That's just the way my hands are.”
“Nnnn…then your hands, mouth, and hips are making promises the rest of you doesn't know how to keep.”
“I have never lied to a single person.”
“You’re more of a nonverbal liar.”
“I don’t even know why I called you.”
“Because you know I’m a Domme, and I’ll tell you the truth, even if it hurts. Mm,especiallyif it hurts.”
She’s not wrong.
“Well, this was singularly unhelpful.”
“Then I’ve got to get back to my clients. See you at Carnaval this year?”
“Maybe,” I say, taking off my hat and resetting it on my head. “Probably.”
“Good. And Wick?”
“Yeah?”
“It's okay to be yourself. It's okay to feel jealous, sad, or left out. And it's okay to explore what those feelings mean.”
