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“I liked it, sir,” she said.
“Of course you did.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She held his gaze, her pleasure growing more focused. She decided she wanted to look at him while she came, look right in his eyes. Somehow, even though they were just mutually masturbating, it seemed incredibly intimate now, more intimate than anything else. She gasped, her body tightening again.
“How’s your pussy feel, baby?”
“Good,” she panted.
“You can do better than that,” he said. “Call me sir.”
“It’s really… good… sir.” She was gasping.
“Oh, you are getting close.”
She bit her lip, nodding.
“Yeah?” he crooned. “Going to come for me, baby?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, a little warmup trill going through her. “Yes, Decker, I’m close. Fuck I’m close.”
“Sir,” he said.
“Fuck… I’m close, sir.” Another tremor.
“I’m going to come all over you,” he said. “You come and then I paint you with it. All over your tits and your belly and those bruises on your neck.”
It went through her like a song, like a chorus of exultant voices. She clenched, and it was like a melody, and she clenched, and it was like the voices hit a higher chord. Then she cried out, and she was singing too.
“Yeah?” said Decker.
“I’m… coming… sir,” she said, as she hit another peak, as her body wrung itself out.
“Me too,” he said darkly, and she felt the first spurt of his release hit her skin.
She crested once more and then was spent.
He came on her belly and her breasts and rubbed it into her skin, telling her how pretty she looked decorated with it, and then they were kissing.
She clutched him to her, and he kissed her jaw and then her cheekbone and then their tongues tangled together.
“I love you,” he said against her lips, still kissing her.
“I love you, too,” she said.
Outside, the dawn was peering around the window shades, the hints of the sunrise edging into the barely-there light of day.
monday
“LOOK, I’M ONLY saying, you it’s not just about you,” Decker was saying.
Essence was standing in the parking lot, having just gotten out of her car that morning. The bruises on her neck were worse than ever this morning, having turned a weird shade of yellow-blue that she knew meant they were actually healing. They still didn’t hurt. She needed someone to remind her to take iron pills, maybe? That would solve this problem.
Of course, her ass was bruised too, bruised all over. And maybe, this morning, getting dressed, she’d looked in her mirror too long, examining every single mark he’d put on her body and feeling disturbingly shivery and good about it, like it meant he had taken possession of her and like it meant she liked being possessed by him.
Just a game, she thought. But if so, it was a powerful game that resonated in odd and ancient ways.
“And I’m just saying, you said when you left my place this morning you were going to wear a scarf,” he said.
