Guilty Pleasures

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Author: Kitty Thomas
Tags: Fiction, Literary, Erótica, Psychological
happened and why it didn’t look like rape on the screen.

    Vivian walked three blocks before hailing a cab, not wanting to get in the back seat of someone’s car while she could still feel the wetness between her thighs.
    Michael’s voice carried from the kitchen when she got home. “How was the therapist appointment?”
    She dropped her purse on the kitchen island. “The doctor made me uncomfortable.”
    Michael looked up from his financial papers, concern in his eyes. “Really? Why did she . . . ”
    “He.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “The doctor was male.”
    “Oh.”
    “Didn’t you know the doctor was a man?”
    Michael shrugged. “It never occurred to me. A friend at the club gave me the card. The doctor’s name was Lindsay, and the cards were lavender. Kind of girlie. I just assumed.” He laid the papers on the table, his eyes narrowing. “Did he come on to you?”
    Vivian looked away as she felt her flesh heating again. “No. I just wasn’t comfortable.” She wasn’t about to tell him about Dome and Anton.
    “We’ll find you another doctor,” he said as if everything were settled.
    Vivian crossed her arms over her chest. “No we won’t. I did your thing. I tried it. I’m not going to therapy because you want sex. Get a mistress like a normal man, and leave me the fuck alone.”
    He arched a brow, his expression darkening. “I don’t want a mistress. I want you.”
    “Well, you can’t have me. I’m not your sex toy that you can just take off the shelf whenever it suits you.”
    His chair scraped out, and he advanced on her. “Do not try my patience, Vivi.”
    She stared him down, unwilling to let him win again. “Don’t bully me, Michael.”
    He looked for a moment as if he would do something rash. Backhand her, maybe. Or perhaps lift her skirt and bend her over the kitchen island to take what he wanted. Like Anton had. She held her breath, half-hoping he would.
    “I’m going to the gym,” he said, instead.
    When Michael had gone, Vivian went to take a bath in the downstairs tub. She lathered and scrubbed her skin raw, trying to erase what she’d done. No, what Anton had done. She was the victim, here.
    But even as she thought it, she wasn’t sure she believed it. Was she reframing this so she didn’t have to feel guilty for what might be classed an affair of sorts? No, he’d planned to do what he’d done with or without her consent. He’d shown her how her avenues of escape had been shut down. Her consent didn’t matter.
    Was she trying to scrub his violation off, or her own internal submission to the way he’d played her nerve endings like a well-tuned instrument? She absently turned on the jets and found herself sliding down, twisting her body until the pulsing water vibrated against her clit.
    Gripping the side of the tub, she pressed herself harder against the stream. Her mind drifted to Anton’s hands inside the most private parts of her, fanning the flame of a desire she couldn’t remember feeling before. Her breathing sped faster as she came, then sagged against the tub, waiting for the pounding in her chest to slow.
    She jumped when she heard the front door and fumbled to turn off the jets, trying to get her breathing to appear normal, trying not to look like a woman who’d had her second great orgasm of the day.
    The bathroom door burst open, and she threw a towel over herself. Michael looked annoyed by the display of modesty but didn’t comment.
    “Have you seen my cell phone? I thought I had it with me.”
    “Why do you need your phone for the gym?”
    He rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him. A few minutes later, the front door slammed again, the car started, and she was alone.
    As she climbed out of the tub, her legs trembled from the adrenaline surge of almost getting caught.

    When Michael returned, his mood had shifted. Vivian had the momentary fear he’d taken her up on her casual challenge to take a lover, that maybe he already had one.
    He kissed
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