“And you’re not allowed to fuck my wife, dickhead!” Willow’s expression went dreamy again. “Still… A man can imagine. Cheryl likes it nasty, huh?”
“Yeah. Real rough.”
Willow lay his head on the back of the couch and groaned. “Of course, she does. You give it to her?”
“Yeah, but… I feel kind of weird about it. I was, ah, pretty hard on her.”
“Choking? Or spanking?”
Patrick cheeks burned, Willow’s matter-of-fact tone the only way he was able to answer. “Both. And some other stuff…”
“Like?”
“I don’t wanna go there. I’m just scared I took it too far. Especially since Eden said she’d let some guys treat her like garbage when she was younger.”
Willow’s freckled brow furrowed. “You use a safeword?”
“Yeah. And a hand gesture in case she couldn’t… In case her mouth…” His face burned so hot, he couldn’t finish the sentence.
Willow just nodded. “Good call. Did she say the safeword? Do the hand thing?”
“No.”
“Then there isn’t a problem.” Willow returned his attention to the TV and selected them into a new Mario Kart cup. They played in silence until Patrick couldn’t take it anymore.
“I was calling her a whore and stuff, and making fun of her for wanting dick, and tonight Eden told me she got bullied at school…”
Willow smirked. “I don’t think Cheryl thinks you’re bullying her, Psycho.”
“But wouldn’t that hurt? Me treating her bad and calling her things she used to get called at school?”
“Maybe. But some people deal with high school stuff by making it sexy.”
“Do they?”
“I like Eden to tell me I’m ugly while she rides my dick,” Willow said like he was announcing the weather. “And that’s definitely because guys at school said I was too ginger to fuck.”
Patrick barely held onto his Switch controller. “What?”
“I like Eden calling me an ugly cunt in bed. The point is, it isn’t a cry for help, Psycho. It’s fun to play around with boundaries. Especially with someone you trust.” Willow flashed him a grin. “It’s good Cheryl felt safe enough for you to call her a whore while you slapped her around.”
Patrick ducked his head. “Yeah, thanks, I guess. I think I just feel guilty because I was, uh, pretty into it…”
“And as long as you’re safe and everyone’s getting what they want, who cares?”
“Right,” he said with relief. “Thanks.”
“Besides, when it comes to fucked-up sex, Derek Hardiman leaves us all in the dust.”
“Derek?”
Willow let out an evil cackle. “Yup. He and Mara have a sex dungeon.”
“Fuck off!”
“Nope, one hundred percent true. I stole the keys and went in there once. It’s like a kink.com set. Plus, I’m pretty sure she calls him ‘Daddy.’ Like… Before they had kids.”
Patrick stared at the TV. Mara Hardiman always seemed so shy and glamorous and Derek was so reserved and uptight. Did they actually…? Or maybe it made a tonne of sense that they would be into—
