K . . .
Y . . .
O . . .
U.
Fuck you.
He’d written “fuck you” on my back in cum.
I was definitely going to see him again. Just once. To kill him.
I stomped back upstairs and grabbed my phone out of my soggy purse. Thankfully, it still worked.
FUCK ME?I texted him.
Wow,he responded.I was sure you’d wait at least a day before begging for it again, but I guess you’re more obsessed with me than I realized.
I dropped the phone before I gave in to the urge to hurl it across the room. He’d done this on purpose, and I’d played right into his hand. Anything I texted back would only add more fuel to the fire, give him the upper hand, and even more opportunities to taunt me.
Not this fucking time. I absolutely refused to take the bait.
I left my phone lying on the floor and turned to go scrub my back raw in the shower. It was only when I laid down to go to sleep that I smiled, and then started laughing. Uncontrollably. Because this might be the best practical joke anyone had ever played on me, and I didn’t think anything would ever top it.
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Monday was the one day a week we were closed because it was the slowest for appointments. I spent the morning running errands and trying to ignore the delicious ache between my legs, but moments from Saturday night kept popping into my mind. Theo letting me take charge in the bathroom. The excruciating pleasure of him yanking me onto his cock after I’d essentially ordered him to hurt me. His big hands palming my breasts. The sight of us fucking, reflected in the mirror.
Yes, the sex had been amazing, but I’d enjoyed the power play just as much, and was equally shocked and thrilled by how eager Theo had been to do what I said. He’d spent so long bossing me around that it felt nice to finally get my turn. There was something exhilarating about having a massive man who could easily manhandle me be so willing to play submissive. It was the first time I’d ever felt that way,wantedto dominate someone, and I’d been with a fair amount of partners. It made me wonder if it was a me thing, a Theo thing, or anusthing.
I shook my head. It was probably a Theo thing. There was no way in hell I was his only sexual partner that wanted him to sit down and shut up.
An image of Theo bound and gagged shot through my mind, and I had to cross my legs on the bus.
I was headed to Runa’s, a bag of groceries by my feet. She’d been home for a few days, and I’d offered to swing by with some essentials. We both knew it was just an excuse for me to visit post-surgery.
She lived in an ADA-accessible building on the east side. It was a one-bedroom unit on the third floor, with a renovated kitchen and a decent seasonal view of the small park out back. This time of year, her windows were filled with green, making it looked like she lived in a treetop canopy because the oaks outside had gotten so tall. She buzzed me in with her remote when I arrived, and I used my key to open the door so she wouldn’t have to get up.
“Hey,” I said, heading straight toward the fridge. “They were out of that brand of gluten-free pasta you like, so I found you a chickpea-based one instead.”
She made a retching noise from somewhere in the living room. “That shit falls apart in the water.”
“I asked the clerk, and he said this brand doesn’t do that.”
“We’ll see,” she said, sounding highly suspicious.
I put away the rest of her groceries and found her in the living room. My hands were behind my back, carrying a present I knew she was going to lose her mind over.
She lay sprawled out on the couch, her wheelchair sitting nearby because it would be a while before she was healed enough to use her prosthetics again. On the TV was her favorite Dutch show, some period piece about a hotel near the ocean, the volume louder than normal because her washing machine was running.
I stopped by her side, and she hit pause and looked up at me.
“What have you done now?”
“I bought you something.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed herself upright, and I was glad that she looked better than she had in the hospital. Less exhausted, less wracked with pain. “It better not be another jumbo box of condoms, Stella.”
