Chapter 10 - Fucking Monday
It was Monday morning. We naturally took a day off.
I was so sore I thought I would need another week until I would be able to sit without the pain. But I loved it! I pushed my body this weekend further than it had ever been and got to know Thomas from a whole new perspective. We did it in every room of this house, we have done it rough, tenderly, and I think everything in between one could think of! That guy knew how to work man's body to ecstasy, and I couldn't help but cherish him now even more.
I came to his kitchen and watched Thomas making breakfast. He was naked, and the marks all over his body gave me a rush as the memories within them spoke to me. I got hard instantly, not even pondering where all that cum came from? I've shooted so many times this weekend that I just lost count.
He turned to me and smiled.
"Good morning, Matt."
"Good morning, Thomas."
I came behind him, kissed him on his ear, and ran my tongue up his neck. That vein has become my best friend now. He was so cute when he shivered every time I licked it.
His stumble started growing, and it nicely filled his face. It suited him, and I didn't mind it one bit. Actually, I kinda thought it was hot.
His firm butt pressed on my rigid cock, and he chuckled.
"Still haven't got enough?"
"Never will be enough. Especially seeing you like this."
I bit lightly on his shoulder. He moaned and turned to me, wrapping his hands around me.
"Enjoy it. This is our last day," he said with a smile, but his eyes were serious.
"Then I think I will move my company here. I should have a new computer delivered here within a few hours."
He laughed and took both plates to the table.
"Are we going actually to eat it this time?" I asked smugly.
He chuckled and looked at me with a devious smile.
"We should," he said.
"Well, I suppose we will need the energy."
"You had been eating quite a lot yesterday," he winked at me, and I remembered. My dick started leaking again.
"We should do something like this in my office. I love having sex in there."
He looked at me with a severe expression.
"What?"
"I meant that, Matt. We will never have sex again after today."
"Why not? I think we have a good thing going on."
Thomas gave me that stern look that started all my fantasies back then, but this time it felt suffocating and not arousing.
"Are you planning on breaking up your engagement?"
"I honestly don't know. It crossed my mind."
We talked a lot this weekend, and I told him my realization that Natasha may not be for me. I thought he meant this with that question.
"Are you planning on coming out as bi?"
"No."
This time I looked seriously into his eyes. This was the line for me. I have no issues with people being gay, but I just never saw myself that way. Even now. This was just an enjoyable exploration of my sexuality, and I now understood those straight guys who told me that guys could suck you better than any woman. But to have a relationship with one? No. I am not gay or bi. This is just a bodily function for me. I liked pleasure. Being gay or bi is a whole other thing for me!
"Right. So you want me to be your secret."
"You are a sadist. That's a bit outside the norm as well. You want to tell me that your hookups post that about themselves on their social media?" I leisurely started eating.
Thomas looked offended. I was just being frank.
"Some. But they are at least not in the closet."
"Yet I suppose most of them don't out themselves that they like to be tied up and choked."
Was he getting angry? His face looked fierce, and the vein on his neck started bulging harder.
"Do you disclose the way you like to have sex with your fiancé or women in general?"
"Sometimes... In a way. I like to brag to a few close friends from time to time, but that's normal."
"I seriously hope you mean normal is that a man likes to brag, not that sex with a woman is what's normal in this scenario," his voice got so cold.
"Well, you can be open-minded as you'd like, but you must admit that it's more common for guys to brag about scoring with chicks than with... what do you call men for hookups?"
Yes, he was definitely furious now.
"You really are sexist!" the disappointment in voice was unmistakable.
I finished my meal and looked calmly at him.
"Look, I am just saying that if I would go to any group of people and told them I scored with a beautiful woman, I'd get cheers, and if I would come saying that about a beautiful man, I get stares," I shrugged my shoulders as I had just said the most obvious thing one could think of.
He stood up and went to the counter, putting his plate on it.
"I was right. This was a huge mistake."
"Thomas, stop, wait."
What followed was the first real argument I had with this man, and it was scary. The coldness that radiated from him, the sheer power in his voice. I felt cornered, and he never even raised his voice. But I am not the one to bow my head and refuse the fight when I see one. So we went full-on with it. No screaming, no physical attacks this time, just argument after argument, comment after comment, until both of us were fuming with hatred toward the other.
"I think you should leave Matt."
"I think we should fuck."
"I think you have just stated that you are not gay."
"I think this is getting ridiculous."
"I agree," he couldn't help but smirk slightly. He frowned right after, but I already saw that he found this hilarious, as did I.
"I think you want to fuck me." I came closer, keeping that redundant 'I think'. I found it funny at this point.
"I think you are pushing your luck, bitch," he sneered. He was obviously aroused but, at the same time, probably still angry. Will he finally punish me? He refused to do that the whole weekend no matter how many times I told him that I wanted to try it.
"I think you know that I can take it." I was right in front of him, my solid chest pumped and my cock hard. Yes, the stern coldness when he was angry was turn-on as hell for me. I am officially weird. Don't give a fuck. Just the idea of having a real hate-fuck with him made my asshole twitch with anticipation.
"I think your pussy can't take much more."
"I think you are dying to try it, cunt."
We stood there, our noses maybe an inch apart. We stared at each other, and the tension between us was massive. We both knew Thomas was enraged, but we knew this was hot. I saw in him he wanted to punish me badly, and he saw in my eyes that I wanted just that!
There was a short moment of that hot, tense silence.
"Get the fuck out."
"Make me, bitch."
"What will you tell your fiance about you being marked all over?"
"Do I seem like I care about that now, boy?"
"Do not call me boy, bitch."
"This seems to be an issue with you, boy. Did I hit the nerve?"
It started to get hard to breathe in here. And we both knew we needed more. I don't even remember what we were fighting about initially. I just wanted him to punish me badly!
"I am not going to sleep with you, Matt."
Is he trying to calm himself down? No!
"Don't worry, fag, ..."
I was going to continue the sentence along the lines I don't want to sleep with him, that I want to fuck... but the way he looked at me made me freeze on the spot. Even when one is trying so hard to achieve something, there is a point when one knows... Fuck! I knew. I knew that I had crossed the line. I crossed it big time, and it was too late. The look of him! Now I knew I would go home. The way he glared at me after saying that word was nothing that I'd seen all weekend. There was no rage, no hot anger. This was a frozen solid statue of a pagan God staring at me with utter disgust.
He turned around and walked away. Shortly, he came back, and in his hands were my clothes. He didn't even look at me when he opened his front door and threw them out. I looked at the clock on his oven, which read 9:12 am. Then I felt Thomas grab my hand and twist it behind my back, the other hand pulled my hair, and before I realized it, he was dragging me to the door.
