It finally happened. We've all wondered what we would say or do if the ex that had screwed us showed up again.
I opened the door and there she was. I hadn't thought about her in 6 months. I hadn't seen her in almost a year. From the black eye and swollen mouth I figure her year was worse than mineβ¦not to mention she was at my door. I looked past her to her car. The same beater she'd had a year ago. It was full of clothes and boxes to the point she would barely fit behind the wheel. I felt a long story coming.
I opened the door and motioned her in. She came in and stood to the side as I closed the door. I closed the door and as I led her from the kitchen to the living room. I grabbed the pint of Hot Damn from the freezer. The cinnamon liqueur was one of the things we had in common.
I took a seat on the couch. She took the other end.
"How much snow should I expect?"
"Huh?"
"Obviously hell has frozen overβ¦" I opened the Hot Damn and took a swallow then offered her the bottle.
"I shouldn't have come."
"Shut the fuck up and take a swallow."
She took a long swallow without looking at me and handed the bottle back.
"So⦠what's the story?" I asked.
"He threw me out."
"And beat you up."
"Yeah."
"So what landed you here? Why not Brandon, or Jerry, or Randy for that matter?"
"They're either Ed's friends or bastards."
"Better a pervert stalker like me, eh?"
"I apologized for believing that stuff."
I took a large swallow of frozen cinnamon as a lump of year old anger crept up the back of my neck.
"So now you need a place to stay. How long have you been in your car?"
"2 days. I'm sorry. I shouldn't--"
"Shut up! You're here and I won't put you on the street. I still love you. And I'm still mad as hell."
"You still?"
"Shut Up!" I stood up and began pacing. This woman had been thru abuse. I would not abuse her, but I would not bend over again. "This is how it's going to work. You can stay as long as you want to or need to. But while you are under my roof , your body is mine!"
Her head jerked up and her eyes finally met mine.
"That's right," I said, "I will use your body. I will feel you, lick you, suck you, fuck you in any way, in any orifice I want."
Her mouth opened in shock, surprise, or protest. I didn't care which.
"Stand up! You have a choice to make right now. Turn left and leave, or stand still and accept my terms."
She stood still. I went around the coffee table to stand in front of her. A tear was sliding down her cheek. I wiped it away, then continued to explore her face, remembering the days when she welcomed my touch.
"I will not hurt you. That's not who I am. If you stay long enough you may remember that. But I will have you, no excuses this time." She nodded.
" Do you have your photo albums in the car?" She nodded again.
"The special one?" Her head jerked up.
A previous boyfriend had done boudoir photos of her. She had allowed me to see some of them, but not the sexiest ones.
"Go get your clothes. I'll make room in the closet. Bring in the special album with the first trip. I'll decide on additions while you finish."
She simply nodded. She was exhausted.
I didn't help her carry the clothes. As she passed me with the first armload she handed me the slim folder of photos. Most of them I had seen before. They showed her in negligee in various poses, displaying her ass and breasts. Four shots she had withheld. Two showed her spreading her pussy, a third enjoying a vibrator, the fourth, sucking cock.
I followed her to the bedroom with the last armload of clothes. As she arranged them in the closet, I couldn't help shaking my head, wondering how stupid I had to be to allow her back into my life. I reached out to stroke her hair as I thought this and she turned to bury her head in my chest.
I tangled my hand in her hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes opened in alertness. I don't know what she expected. When I pulled her into a deep kiss she answered it immediately.
I groped her breasts, teasing her nipples to tight points, then slid my free hand to her jean-covered pussy.
I had no idea whether her reactions were genuine or not. I'm not sure I cared. She slid one hand behind my neck to maintain the kiss and the other to grope my cock.
I considered taking her there on the bedroom floor, but decided to play a slower game. Keeping the hand firmly entangled in her hair I pulled her free of our lip lock and turned her around. I steered her into the bathroom and holding her in place with one hand began undressing her with the other. She tried to help, but I slapped her hands away and continued. I wanted my domination game to continue for a while.
When I had her standing naked before me I had a decision to make. Do I undress and join her in the shower or stay dressed and wash her with the curtain open? Which imposes my domination more? My naked self pressed against her? or the image of a dressed outsider washing her with the curtain open?
I decided to undress. I guided her into the shower by her hair then made her wait as I stripped. I don't know what she thought as she saw my stiff cock. Whether she thought I would take her there in the shower or not. I've never asked. It never occurred to me actually. I have a bit of an oral fetish. The first thing I wanted to do was to eat her into a screaming, thrashing fit. It's kind of a control thing I guess. If I can bring my lover to an uncontrollable, mind numbing orgasm, I have that much control over her.
OK, so I guess I am a pervert. Just not the kind the asshole accused me of being.
I stepped into the shower and turned her into the spray. I stood behind her and reached around to explore her body that I had only seen in photos before.
She leaned her head back on my shoulder as my hands explored her breasts. They weren't perfect but they were firm and fit her build. Her nipples came erect instantly at the touch of my fingers and the beat of the water.
An idea occurred to me as I fondled her. I leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. Taking a thin strip of her skin in my mouth I sunk my teeth in and began sucking. It must have hurt a little because she reacted immediately. She couldn't escape me however. I released her after a minute or so, but the damage was done. I looked at the dark blue hickey forming on her neck as she looked her question over her shoulder.
"It will take a good three days for that to go away. Even if you change your mind and leave, you won't be going back to Ed."
"He hasn't touched me except with the back of his hand in three months. He wouldn't even notice."
"And you chose him over me?"