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Is that wrong?
Again, I thought about Kent, and how I’d whipped him with the crop that one time and about the look on his face when I did it. He seemed to get into it.
“Tomorrow’s your night with Pike,” Dominic said.
I didn’t know what kind of response to give and that left a strange awkwardness lingering in the air. I felt that I was being a horrible wife. I knew I had every right to take other men into my bed as long as I meant for them to become permanent fixtures in the family. But somehow I knew that I wasn’t giving Dominic the love…the nurturing he needed.
Instead of an answer, or any real explanation, I gave him a blowjob. And I used my teeth.
***
Later that evening, we went out for a walk. Entertainment was severely lacking in town and Lana and Rachel, the only definite lesbian couple in town, had taken to replaying old movies for a crowd. Without TVs , the women had to go off memory and this night’s recital was the movie Miss Congeniality, you know the old pageant comedy starring Sandra Bullock? That one.
We sat on the lawn watching the show and eating apple chips Dominic had dried at some point that week. He told me the whole story but I kind of zoned out when I saw Pike leaning against a tree, snickering at the scene where Sandra’s character uses the pageant talent show to teach the male lead in the movie a lesson. Basically she kicks his ass in a self-defense display.
I realized right then that I was smitten with him. I didn’t want to be. The thought of it aggravated me. Until that moment, I’d never REALLY had a thing for a guy. I mean there were guys I thought were cute and guys I wanted to make out with and guys I wanted to fuck, but I’d never been infatuated before.
Was that it…infatuation?
Pike’s muscular, tattooed arm flexed as he reached up to take a toothpick out of his mouth. With his other hand he smoothed back his long blond hair, dragging his fingers through the creases where the hair stopped and the shaved sides began.
I had to cross my legs. Watching him was a turn on. I imagined with the right lighting I’d be able to see the tattoos beneath his white T-shirt.
I was getting wet. Dominic was next to me talking about something…I think about how he didn’t like Miss Congeniality part two or something.
“Do you find me desirable?” I asked, interrupting him.
He stammered. “Of…of…course.”
“Tell me,” I said.
He chewed at his bottom lip and looked away from me. I lay back on the grass and stretched out, propping my tits up to give him a little inspiration. A swift kick to his shin brought his attention back to me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing in the world to me,” he said
No, no, no! Dammit! Be aggressive.
He smiled thinking he’d passed the test or the gauntlet or whatever the hell it was I was throwing down.
Not quite.
“If I were naked right now, sweaty, breathing hard, dripping wet, with my legs open and waiting for you…what would you be thinking? I don’t want you to tell me what you’d say to me. Tell me what your mind would be saying.”
Dominic reached to his collar and adjusted it. I was making him uncomfortable. Exactly what I wanted. I wanted to push him outside his zone and force him to be dirty. I looked over at Pike again, this time making it very obvious. I wanted him to see that if he didn’t step up his game, someone else would swoop in and do it. It worked. He followed my gaze and then looked back at me with a furrowed brow.
He had a determined look in his eye but he remained quiet.
If you don’t fucking say something I’m going to…
“My mind would be thinking that I want to pull out my cock,” he said through gritted teeth. “And thrust it into your pussy. I want to show you that I’m the man you think I’m not. I want to lick every drop of sweat from every crevice and curve of your luscious skin and fuck you until your legs can’t hold you up anymore. Until they’re useless.”
Holy shit. Now we’re talking.
My heart was thudding in my chest.
“And then I want to make you pancakes,” he said as he slapped a hand down on my knee.
I had to fight back laughter and he didn’t seem to realize he’d said anything funny at all. He really did want to fuck the shit out of me and then make some flapjacks. Fair enough. As long as I didn’t have to get up and do it…you know…with my useless legs and all.
