Not that I haven’t been productive. I’ve questioned my life choices. I showered and changed again. Poked in the cabinets a little. Watched Iggy sleep, while gently using one finger to pet the top of his head.
Honestly, I’m envious. The last thing I can think about right now is sleep.
My ass fits your dick like a fucking glove, doesn’t it? You’re fucking me so well.
And yeah, I’ve spent plenty of time replaying what happened before with Milo. Twice now.
Such a hot fucking whore.
The more I think about it, the more I figure I was supposed to be offended. That first time back at my apartment, maybe he was trying to humiliate me or teach me a lesson. Make me sorry for our entire situation with every rough stroke of his hand on my dick broadcasting his anger.
Except a whore is what I am, and it was the first time I’d had sex that hot or that honest. The clients I’ve been with, they sort of talked around it. Maybe they wanted to fuck me, but they didn’t respect me. Neither did Tucker.
Tucker used to do this thing where he’d smile at me fondly and tell me how precious I was. His sweet boy. His precious boy. Eventually I realized what he was really saying was “You’re stupid.”
“My precious boy” translated to “Poor thing, you’ve barely got three working brain cells, but I love you anyway. Stop trying to act intelligent when you aren’t.”
When we first got together, I’d challenge him. I was a marketing intern at a major manufacturing and distribution facility.Hismanufacturing and distribution facility, thank you. When I caught his attention, I thought I was lucky.
Lucky. What a joke.
When I realized he would only change the subject or, worse, drag me to bed and tell me how my ass was made for his dick whenever I disagreed, I stopped bothering.
When he wasn’t around, I read. I watched documentaries. I studied every book I could get my hands on, because fuck him.
But I never spoke up again, and for that I hate myself. Worse, I hate knowing I’m in this mess because I kept letting him make me smaller.
“And here I am again, Iggy. Same shit, different sugar daddy.”
Iggy, who’s chosen to sleep awkwardly draped over a rock in his tank, twitches but doesn’t offer any wisdom.
I should leave. Sure, I told Milo I’d stay, but what do he and I owe each other?
But I’m not sure where I’d go. Since I don’t have any transportation, moving Iggy would be difficult.
Maybe I could leave town. Get a bus ticket. Get far away from here. Continue north, toward home, like I’ve been planning.
Bus stations are probably the first place he’d look.
What if I called Tucker? Maybe if I went back, if I apologized for running away, he’d help me. Except the last time I was there,his assistant told me to GTFO before I wore out my welcome, and he wasn’t kidding. I’m not even sure I want to go back.
No, that won’t work either.
By the back door of the cabin, there is a hook with a key fob and a strange-looking key. “Wonder what these are for.”
Iggy still has no opinion.
There weren’t any other cars parked out front. Probably these are for a boat or something, but if there were a car out back? Hell, even a golf cart. Maybe that would change my decision.
I glance at the messy bed, unable to stop picturing what happened there. It obviously wasn’t my first time since Tucker, but it still blew my fucking mind. Something so hot it propelled me into jerking off during my shower even though I’d gotten used like a Fleshlight not long before.
Sex with Tucker was, well, exciting at first. Vanilla. A term I hadn’t known when we met. At first, a much older man wanting me flattered me too much to care. Sex with the clients I’ve seen, excluding that one psychopath, has been mostly uneventful.
Some of them wanted to talk dirty or talk down to me or fuck me a little rough, but it wasn’t like it was with Milo. How did this guy who at some moments seems like sunshine in a bottle, a walking list of “fun facts,” turn into a professional killer? How does he hold me down by my throat and ride me until I can’t think about anything other than the feel of him?
He’s a mystery. I’ve always liked mysteries.
Like, what are these keys for?
