Sage took a deep breath as she swirled her hands in the warm water of her bath. Admittedly, she was grateful to be home. Staying at David's house for the week had been less than ideal, to say the least. While David did offer entertainment in the bedroom, beyond that, there wasn't much substance to the man. In fact, seeing him lying in his underwear watching sports for hours nearly brought her to the point of ending things. The only thing that kept her going was Jeremy.
Well, perhaps it was more than that. Or at the very least, more than she wanted to admit.
She leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes, pondering what she had become, and why she enjoyed torturing her loving husband so much. None of it was normal, that much Sage had to admit. But the reality was that neither stopped the game, so it continued.
If she could stomach having David around, that is.
While Sage enjoyed the man for his enthusiastic participation, the idea of having to spend any more time with him was almost unbearable. David was, in every sense of the phrase, a slob. Despite his ability to sell and fuck, his personality was nothing less than deplorable.
It was a personality Sage enjoyed in doses. Very small, very infrequent doses. Playing house was making David's flaws visible, and Sage had hoped that after their week together, David would have wanted some space.
But the opposite was happening, he wanted more.
And Sage needed room to breathe. She slunk into the water, doing her best to tune out David's rustling and grumbling in the master bedroom.
"Hey!" David shouted. Sage heard his suitcase slam onto the floor, but she didn't answer. Like clockwork, David lumbered toward the bathroom. She sighed as his head popped through the entryway.
"Did you not fucking hear me?" He asked. Sage scooped a handful of water from the bath and raised it in the air, letting it slowly trickle out of her hand.
"I heard you," She said flatly.
"Then why didn't you fucking answer?" He asked.
"Because we're not currently in a session," Sage snapped back. David's brow furrowed.
"Careful, if you keep that bratty shit up..."
"You'll tell Jeremy everything, I've heard that one before," Sage replied dully. "And I told you I was more than happy to do this for Jeremy, as long as you understand I am not your maid or wife." David scoffed and stepped into the bathroom, running his fingers through his disheveled beard. Sage grimaced.
"You really need to shave," Sage said. David's fingers froze, looking at Sage in surprise.
"What, you don't like the beard?" He asked.
"Is that a serious question?" Sage replied. David grumbled something she couldn't hear in response. "So how long are you planning on staying over here?"
"As long as a fucking want," David replied. Sage laughed softly, she wasn't sure what she expected to hear. She splashed water on her shoulders and took a deep breath. So this was it, if she let him, David would keep encroaching into her life. The man was an insatiable oaf, and so long as he had blackmail over her head, it would continue to be this way.
Sage couldn't have that.
"I'm not going to be cooking for you, you know," Sage said flatly. Like clockwork, David's chest puffed up.
"Looks like I need to remind you of how this thing wor--"
"David..." Sage interjected, "Can we skip the song and dance for today? I'm tired, I just got home, and I want to relax."
David stared, dumbfounded. The two had played power games before, but this was the first time Sage had, for lack of a better term, broken character. Of course, they also hadn't spent more than a few hours with each other before this week. Their fights had always lived in the clouds, alongside the fantastical nature of their relationship. But the sheen was beginning to wear off, at least for Sage. She could only maintain playful banter for so long.
"I guess I'll uh... allow it..." David said.
"David, give it a rest, just for today, alright?" Sage spoke softly. David fumbled over his words for a moment before continuing.
"Well alright, I guess... I guess I could tone it down..."
"Fantastic." Sage closed her eyes and let out a long and deep sigh. The room went quiet for a moment, she could sense David still hovering over her.
"Am I doing something wrong?" He asked. Sage slowly opened her eyes and looked at David curiously.
"I never would have thought you capable of asking that question," She said.
"I don't know it's just... well I mean, you're supposed to like it when I... I take control so..."
"Slow down and use your words. You're a salesman after all," Sage said. She saw David's face go beet red.
"Fuck you."
"Not the words I would open with as a salesman, but I'll follow your lead," Sage replied cooly.
"Jesus fucking Christ, I know how to speak, alright? It's just that yesterday, well, I thought it was pretty fucking clear that I was supposed to be calling the shots, that your cuck husband--"
"Jeremy," Sage interjected.
"Yeah, Jeremy. I know his fucking name. But he's also a fucking cuck, you fucked him on my lap., remember?"
"So kinky," Sage said shortly. "He seemed to like it, don't you think? Although I can't quite figure out what you got out of that exchange. Maybe you like watching me get fucked just as much as him?"
"It's because you're fucking mine!" David barked. Sage no longer found him intimidating, however. Not after a week of hearing his burbs, listening to his rants, and hearing him snore. Still, there was something about David's behavior that piqued Sage's interest.
"What do you mean when you say 'you're mine?'" Sage asked.
"What the fuck do you mean what do I mean? It's pretty fucking obvious."
"No, it isn't." Sage slowly stood up from the tub. Water trickled off her body, and David's eyes immediately began trailing along her body. She smiled, already knowing he was going to lose this little exchange. Sage walked over to the large double sink vanity and took a towel from the linen basket beneath it. She turned from David, giving him a full view of her backside as she gently dried herself off.
"I'll ask again, what do you mean you own me?"
"What I mean is I fucking own you, and I get to have you whenever I want," David said.
"But you don't own me, not really. You do know that, right?" Sage asked. David hesitated, opening and closing his mouth several times before speaking.
"I actually fucking do, because I can fucking tell Jeremy about every little thing we--"
"You could, but that doesn't mean you own me. In fact, if you did, which I know you won't, I would stop seeing you. You'd destroy my marriage, and you'd lose me. So what is it, really?"
David's cheeks blushed. He looked like a nervous child on the playground.
"I don't know I... I thought this is what you wanted I..."
"Relax," Sage said, wrapping the towel around her chest. She walked past David and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It was just a question."
Sage walked into the master bedroom and grabbed her silk robe from the bed. David trailed behind her, something he had begun doing more recently.
"You know what it really is?" David said.
"Oh, do tell." Sage sat on the bed, crossing her legs as she ran her index finger down her robe, exposing her cleavage for David. If they were going to have this conversation, she wanted to ensure she had the upper hand.
