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She licks her lips nervously, watching and anticipating my every move. I take one step toward her, and then another. A raspy breath hitches in her throat when I gather up the hem of her slip. I make my intentions clear when I place her fingers over her pussy.
With our eyes still locked, I command, “Touch yourself.”
“Here?” she questions, raising a brow. “Wouldn’t you rather we take it into the bedroom?”
“No. Right here will do.” I remove my hand from hers and take a step backward, thankful for the breathing space.
She looks at me while I return her gaze, refusing to look anywhere past her neck. “Take a seat,” she purrs, pushing me backward. “And enjoy the show.”
Slumping down into the armchair, I lounge back and steeple my fingers in front of my mouth in hopes of hiding my scowl. Juliet doesn’t seem to notice my disgust as she grins andslips a hand back underneath her gown. I swallow hard and hope my plan works.
She begins rubbing over her cunt, moaning lightly while I force myself to look. She’s not totally exposed, as the slip gives her a shred of coverage, but the small glimpse I’m getting is more than enough. Her wetness glistens, and when she begins rubbing over her clit with two fingers, I see her flushed skin come alive. I, on the other hand, feel utterly lifeless.
Her pert nipples push through the thin material and she cups one breast while speeding up the dance of her fingers. “Oh,God,” she pants, her eyes slipping shut as she throws back her head.
There is completely zero movement within my pants, and if possible, the act in front of me has my cock retreating, not at all interested in seeing the depraved show. I feel appalling, sitting here, watching this, but I knew things would have to get a little dirty if I wanted to be rid of Juliet for good.
By now, the old me would have had my pants around my ankles and dick in hand. But that person is somebody I used to know. The new me, therealme, finds this display sickening and needs to get the hell outta Dodge.
Juliet must sense my detachment because her eyes pop open and drop to my very unenthused lap. Her hand stills from fondling herself. “Is everything okay?”
I scratch the side of my head. “Sorry. I’m just not into it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not doing it for me,” I bluntly reply.
Her hand falls out from under her slip. “Why? You never had a problem getting hard before.”
Shrugging, I casually cross my ankle over my knee. “I know, but that was before…” I pause on purpose.
“Before what?”
I remain silent, allowing her to fill in the blanks. “Before I got fat and resembled a beached whale?”
I look away, not because her words hold any truth but because she’s played into my trap perfectly. I couldn’t care less that she’s put on weight. She’s not doing it for me because she’s not who I want. She doesn’t stimulate me emotionally, and my emotions are now the ruler of my dick.
Just like I knew she would, she’s jumped to the conclusion that her looks are what have left me with a flaccid cock. She would never presume that I can’t get a hard-on because she’s ablackmailing, lying bitch. I never once said her pregnancy is the reason for my impotence—she did.
At this moment, a small, tiny, stupid part of me actually feels sorry for her. To live her life like this must be so…tiresome. She’ll never understand that true beauty is found within.
Just like with her relationship, I’ve planted a seed, and now I’ll watch it grow. “I’m revolting.” She self-consciously tugs at the hem of her slip. “No one wants me anymore.”
“And that bothers you?”
“Of course it does.”
“Why?”
“Because there was a time when people were begging to have sex with me. Now I’m the one who’s begging. I’m begging for sex,” she scoffs.
“How does that make you feel?” I lean forward, implying I’m listening.
She slumps onto the sofa across from me. “It makes me feel like a fucking leper, Doctor. Going from being wanted to unwanted in a blink of an eye is a slap to a girl’s ego.”
“Maybe it’s time you work on that then.” I’m slowly deconstructing her. There has to be more to her than just sex. She can’t be all bad, can she? But I know the answer is yes, she is. What she did to Madison reveals what kind of a person she is.
“How? I’m not even halfway through my pregnancy. I’m only going to get fatter,” she reveals, totally missing the point.
