makeup and heels, however I also loved her naked face with her short apparel.
My breathing stopped. My mind forgot about everything else and could only register her—Vera. Her tainted view of the world that opposed her child-like gullibility, her ability to always make me feel incredible, her laughs and the cute snorts she made when she was spiraling out of control from laughter…
She was my Vera.
Just then, realization hit me like a ton of hot bricks. I might not be ready for her now, but I wanted her close to me. Knowing that she was safe and unharmed meant everything. I’d do anything to keep her safe.
“Would you like to take a bath first? I’m exhausted, if so let’s be quick if you don’t mind.”
“Sure.” Like I would argue with the woman who quietly owned me.
Following her towards the bathroom, I tried to hold it together when she bent over to turn the water dials on the tub. I was fucking hard —the no sex for the past few days, blue-balled from a half-assed blowjob kind of hard.
Vera then poured scented oils into the bath while I grabbed the tent in my pants and shifted it a bit, hoping to ease the ache that throbbed in my cock. It didn’t help.
“It’s ready.”
Carefully strolling towards her, I started to unbuckle my belt when she spun around and faced me.
“I’ll take care of it for you.”
There was no way I could hide the state I was in. Not like she hadn’t seen me naked anyway, but this time was different.
Holding my breath as I looked down on her undressing me, she didn’t even acknowledge my hard dick when she unzipped my pants. Nor did her expression change when she pushed my boxers down and my cock sprung a n inch away from her face, almost touching her cheek.
“Do you need me to scrub your back?”
Her cold attitude was irritating the hell out of me.
“I do.” My eyes never left her as I slowly got into the tub.
She turned off the dial when the water came to the level I preferred.
“I’ll wait for you in the bedroom. Call me when you need me.” Vera didn’t even glance at me before she left. It was just then that I heard her cell phone ring.
Who is calling her this late?
Everything stopped as I tried to catch the conversation. She was whispering, which only got me even more curious.
As quietly as I could, I climbed out of the tub, pulling the Egyptian cotton towel off the rack before wrapping it around my hips while I walked towards the ajar door, eavesdropping from the tiny crack, just enough for me to comprehend her mysterious conversation.
“I’m ready.” She was frowning, softly chewing on her thumb as she stared at the carpet. “Next time. I promise I won’t back out this time.” She made a little laugh, like the caller was making a small joke.
If my blood was boiling before, it was now through the roof.
“It’s been so long. It’ll be perfect.” She sighed like she was thinking about something nice.
“I can’t wait.” She listened to the caller, smiling like she used to smile at me—the smile that had been reserved for only me.
When she hung up shortly afterwards, I was left reeling from the eviscerating pain that had formed in my chest. After three gulping breaths, I came through the door, marching straight towards where she was sitting on the foot of the bed. I was more than ready to dig for answers.
“Who the fuck was that?” I harshly demanded, trying to control myself from shaking with anger.
Her eyes flashed something I couldn’t pin down before her mask of indifference was back in place. “No one who should concern you.”
I snapped. Grabbing the phone from her hand, I tried to unlock it. All three times were unsuccessful. Growling at my failed attempts, I rigidly stared at her while she was provoking me to lose my shit.
She knew me too well. “Last chance, Vera.”
“Or what?” she barked back. Fire for fire.
If this were another man in my family, she would have been punished for her disobedience. “You fucking
Edited by Anil Menon and Vandana Singh