He was my first heartbreak.
Once he signs off, I switch off the TV, pull her off my cock, and stand.She’s forced to scramble to her feet or get dragged, because I’ve dragged her before.
Sadist in the house.
Upstairs, I use a couple of thick, thuddy implements on her ass that don’t make a lot of noise and give me and her maximum impact. Then I put her on her hands and knees and fuck her, just to find her dripping already.
I reach around her. “Make it fast or you don’t get any joy.”
She’scoming seconds after my fingers find her clit. I take a little pity on her and give her plenty of time to get off like that before I start fucking her.
This is forme. She’ll probably come at least once or twice more now that I’ve primed her pump, but that’s not the point.
She likes it when the sadist takes, not gives.
So that’s what I do. I close my eyes and ride her, reliving that week inmy mind and driving my cock into her as hard and deep as I can.
The brutal, punishing fuck I wish I was delivering to my boy. The kind I would give him if he was ever in front of me, so I could tell himha!and walk away leaving him heartbroken the way he left me.
In real life, that week was full of sadism, but it was built on love and tenderness, of me quickly unlocking his secrets, of realizingthat calling him my good boy made goosebumps flow over him.
I was weak.
I’ve lived a lot since then, done a lot.
I think what I resent the most is that ever since that week, I’ve never recaptured the true beauty and peace I felt while teaching him pleasure and pain and promises. I’ve never recaptured the hope I felt when promising him he could move in with me in DC and I’d take care of him,even protect him from his father.
I’ve never felt a connection with anyone the way I did with Kevin.
It’s an ethereal bond I can’t sever or replicate, and I’m afraid it’s broken me inside in ways I’ll never repair.
All because he couldn’t be bothered to do the one thing I asked him to do if he wanted to be with me, which was call me.
That’s all.
To reach out to me, and I’d take everythingfrom there. To take that one step to show me he wantedthis.
To show me he wantedme.
Tonight I finish to the memory of his O-face the first time I made him come just from fucking him. The sheer wonder and unabashed pleasure as I smiled down at him and knew this man had just stolen my heart.
I flop onto my back and Shae squirms into my arms to kiss me, a contented sigh barely breaking throughthe dark. I’m only staying tonight because I have to be at the airport at five a.m. in the morning to return my rental—which is in my name, not a government rental—and catch my flight back to DC. Normally, I don’t spend the night with her, and she never comes to my place in DC.
“That was great,” she says, sleep already filling her tone, which I can tell is no longer girl and is once again full-onSenator Samuels.
I kiss the top of her head. “Yeah, thank you.”
“Thankyou.” She quickly falls asleep in my arms, and I close my eyes to the thoughts of a blue-eyed college boy who I can never let go, no matter how hard I try.
