Four writers for the price of one blog
“You’re not fooling me, Reed.”
“What, I pretended to want you? Faked fucking you? Impersonated orgasm?” He tried to make it a joke.
“No, and you do us both a disservice evading like that.”
“Inez…” A new edge tinged his voice “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Don’t I? You think you’re the only one? You think that rare coins only have one side?”
“I didn’t make _you_ scream? This isn’t your sweat? Your cum?”
An ungentle finger swiped at my brow and cunt. He sniffed at it, an exaggerated animal impression, before licking it clean with his broad tongue.
“Of course you did. And you couldn’t tell I wanted more?” He looked at me, I bet most women would’ve sensed no hesitation at all.
He stiffened, arm tensing.
“You want to slap me for that, don’t you.”
“And you don’t because…”
He scowled. I imagined, and recognized, his internal struggle. He forced the next words out through gritted teeth.
“It’s true. It’s true. Sure, I saw, felt you wanted more. You think you do.”
“Patronizing? Or trying to scare me off?”
“Fuck you. You think you know, Inez. I promise you don’t.”
“Why? Did Jean not know? Did you hide from her when she was alive?”
“Inez, you want to leave now. Jean- Jean and I is none of your business.”
“No. You tell me. You fucking tell me. You married her. You lived with her 15 years. Did she know who you were?”
“Yes. She did.” His voice was flat, dead.
“And did you show her everything? Did she want that?”
He just glared at me and nodded. He was shaking now. Perhaps with rage. Perhaps with something else.
“Does Jean have to be so unique? Does she have to be the only one who ever felt that need?”
“No, of course not.”
He looked at me, eyes dark.
“So. You want me to tell you how I want to bend and break you? You want me to describe how I’m going to use you and twist you and turn you into my thing.”
He snorted, again, his expectation confirmed.
“I want you to do those things, not tell me about them.”
That stopped him.
“No, Inez. You don’t. You should go.”
“Bastard. You think you’re the only one!”
I surprised myself. Almost before I knew it, my hand flashed around and smacked his cheek. Hard enough to sting me.
I surprised him, too. Adrenaline surged through me.
“Do you have any idea how hard you were to find? Any fucking idea at all?”
I was yelling. I ignored the hot tear on my cheek and whipped my other hand around, hard as I could. He caught my wrist in his hand, hard as iron.
“Go, Inez. Go now.”
“No, Reed. See it. See me. You have what I need. I have what you need. Show me.”
The grip on my wrist was painful, but when his other hand slowly settled around my neck, all I could do was moan.
Reed took a deep breath, and kissed me. Tenderly. Absolution and entreaty at the same time.
Then we began.
I’m sick and tired of not having written. I forced this out. Wrote it almost with my eyes closed. Hope it’s Ok. -M