know if it’s helping or making this situation worse. I know he either wants something, or is going to tell me something that’s going to really piss me off.
“What do you want, Cal?” My question comes out as a whisper, which is not what I meant to do. He doesn’t say anything, but I feel his lips on my shoulders, making their way down my back.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he whispers in my ear before his tongue makes its way inside it. This time I can’t help but let a small gasp escape. I try to wiggle my way out of his grasp. I don’t want to let him have the satisfaction of doing this to me, but one of his arms crosses beneath my breasts, holding me in place while his other hand makes its way past my belly button, slowly trailing downward.
“Cal leave me… S– st–,” I’m unable to finish my incoherent sentence as one of his fingers slips inside of me, finding a place only he’s been able to discover. I freeze as his fingers start to work their magic on the two most sensitive places on my body. I draw my legs up, my previous defensiveness disappearing as I close my eyes and lean back giving him complete control to finish his intended task.
“What were you saying?” His voice is low and extremely deep. I want to scratch his eyes out, but I settle for digging my fingers deep into his shoulder as I feel myself going over the edge. It has little effect on him as his rhythm speeds up. I start to fidget, unable to control my panting, and I feel it coming on. As bad as I want it, I wish it wouldn’t.
“You started that little show out there,” he continues, in between sucking the back of my neck.
“But I just wanted you to know…” I hear his voice, and I want to slap his condescending ass, but a moment later everything in me rises and releases, and I involuntarily let his name slip past my lips. Moments later, my body is coming down in ripples, and for that instant, I just enjoy bliss.
“I’m the finale,” he snickers, and it wakes me out of my moment of ecstasy. I push him away from me, irritated at the satisfied grin on his face.
“What, no thank you?” he asks condescendingly. I make my way out of the tub, dripping wet in more ways than one. As I grab my robe off the sink, I see what’s lying there next to it and get a wicked idea.
“Lauren, don’t you do it,” his eyes widen, reading my thoughts, and before he can reach me, I grab his watch and throw it into my water.
“Fuck!” he yells out and races towards the water. But it’s too late.
“That was really fucking evil, Lauren!” He holds up his watch, helplessly. I try to keep myself from laughing. “Why the hell did you do that?” he shouts angrily. His brow furrows and his skin turns a shade of red.
I shake the thought of how good he looks. “Because you’re a condescending asshole, that’s why!” My voice matches his volume level. He thinks he can do and say whatever he wants with no consequences. He nods his head incredulously, and then leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
I smile to myself, but there’s a twinge of guilt somewhere inside of me. He’s being such a baby—but the guilt is still there.
I let out a much-needed breath and let the tub water out. I quickly dry myself off and slip on my underwear and robe. I walk to the mirror letting my hair down.
Cal buys expensive things, but he isn’t frivolous. He takes great care of everything he owns. From his most expensive car to his least expensive shirt, he treats all of them the same. I hate feeling guilty or sorry. I know he doesn’t most of the time. Yet, maybe I did go overboard today.
I grab my sweater to put it on, but give in to my conscience. If I'm going to apologize and get him to accept it, the fewer clothes I have on, the better. I peek in the bedroom and see that he’s on the phone; he’s changing into the blue button up and black slacks from earlier. I see his travel bag and take it he’s leaving again. I really want to burn that
“What do you want, Cal?” My question comes out as a whisper, which is not what I meant to do. He doesn’t say anything, but I feel his lips on my shoulders, making their way down my back.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he whispers in my ear before his tongue makes its way inside it. This time I can’t help but let a small gasp escape. I try to wiggle my way out of his grasp. I don’t want to let him have the satisfaction of doing this to me, but one of his arms crosses beneath my breasts, holding me in place while his other hand makes its way past my belly button, slowly trailing downward.
“Cal leave me… S– st–,” I’m unable to finish my incoherent sentence as one of his fingers slips inside of me, finding a place only he’s been able to discover. I freeze as his fingers start to work their magic on the two most sensitive places on my body. I draw my legs up, my previous defensiveness disappearing as I close my eyes and lean back giving him complete control to finish his intended task.
“What were you saying?” His voice is low and extremely deep. I want to scratch his eyes out, but I settle for digging my fingers deep into his shoulder as I feel myself going over the edge. It has little effect on him as his rhythm speeds up. I start to fidget, unable to control my panting, and I feel it coming on. As bad as I want it, I wish it wouldn’t.
“You started that little show out there,” he continues, in between sucking the back of my neck.
“But I just wanted you to know…” I hear his voice, and I want to slap his condescending ass, but a moment later everything in me rises and releases, and I involuntarily let his name slip past my lips. Moments later, my body is coming down in ripples, and for that instant, I just enjoy bliss.
“I’m the finale,” he snickers, and it wakes me out of my moment of ecstasy. I push him away from me, irritated at the satisfied grin on his face.
“What, no thank you?” he asks condescendingly. I make my way out of the tub, dripping wet in more ways than one. As I grab my robe off the sink, I see what’s lying there next to it and get a wicked idea.
“Lauren, don’t you do it,” his eyes widen, reading my thoughts, and before he can reach me, I grab his watch and throw it into my water.
“Fuck!” he yells out and races towards the water. But it’s too late.
“That was really fucking evil, Lauren!” He holds up his watch, helplessly. I try to keep myself from laughing. “Why the hell did you do that?” he shouts angrily. His brow furrows and his skin turns a shade of red.
I shake the thought of how good he looks. “Because you’re a condescending asshole, that’s why!” My voice matches his volume level. He thinks he can do and say whatever he wants with no consequences. He nods his head incredulously, and then leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.
I smile to myself, but there’s a twinge of guilt somewhere inside of me. He’s being such a baby—but the guilt is still there.
I let out a much-needed breath and let the tub water out. I quickly dry myself off and slip on my underwear and robe. I walk to the mirror letting my hair down.
Cal buys expensive things, but he isn’t frivolous. He takes great care of everything he owns. From his most expensive car to his least expensive shirt, he treats all of them the same. I hate feeling guilty or sorry. I know he doesn’t most of the time. Yet, maybe I did go overboard today.
I grab my sweater to put it on, but give in to my conscience. If I'm going to apologize and get him to accept it, the fewer clothes I have on, the better. I peek in the bedroom and see that he’s on the phone; he’s changing into the blue button up and black slacks from earlier. I see his travel bag and take it he’s leaving again. I really want to burn that
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