“He choked you?”
I nod. “Hard. He choked me hard. Fucked me hard, too.”
She gasps, stiffens, and I know what she’s thinking. I know she thinks I was violated, which is true. I know she thinks this shit has fucked me up, which is also probably true, but that isn’t it. That isn’t why I’m telling her this.
“He fucked me so hard the tears streamed down my fucking face, and I came for him. I shot my load in his hand, splattered the fucking wall with it.”
“But you couldn’t not…”
I laugh. “Oh believe me, Amy, I could. I fucking wanted it. I really wanted it. That fucking climax was one of the best I’ve ever fucking had. I shuffled out of there with my ass bleeding and my lungs on fire and my dick still wet with my fucking cum, and I loved it. I hated myself for loving it, even right there in the aftermath.”
She shudders. “It’s ok… to be bisexual…”
“I know it is,” I tell her. “It’s not that that bothers me. It’s the… seediness. The brutality. The fact that I came with my face pressed to a wall that stank of piss, with a man that stank of sweat, and I loved it. I felt so fucking ashamed.”
“You had nothing to be ashamed of,” she tells me. “It was them.”
I laugh again, and then I pull the covers back. Her eyes widen as she sees the state of my fucking dick. I’m hard enough to fucking blow.
“It’s ok to be bisexual,” she whispers again.
“My father knew,” I tell her. “He followed me outside and clipped me round the ear and told me never to fucking follow him again.”
“He knew?!”
“Of course he knew. He knew I was following him, too. The old cunt set it up. Nothing happens without my father’s say so. Nothing. He’s the fucking real puppet master. He pulls everyone’s fucking strings. And I’m just like him.”
“I don’t think you are…” she whispers, and it’s so sweet. Her faith in me is so fucking sweet. I kiss her head.
“It was the first real time he took me under his wing. He told me I should be on the other side of the fence next time, the side with all the power. He paid for hookers and brought me into his rancid network of rich clients, and taught me everything I needed to know about playing the system and enabling the rich to do whatever they fucking please as long as they’re willing to pay for it.”
“You were just trying to please him…”
“For a time. After that I was all in for myself.” I turn to face her, and her sadness for me is so beautiful. Beautiful but misplaced. “I’m a sex addict,” I tell her. “Or I was. I calmed it down when I got married, but it was always there, lurking behind the scenes. Claire wanted to know why I didn’t fuck her anymore like I used to. She asked what really turned me on, what she could do. It was a mistake to tell her the truth. She insisted I should have therapy. Every time she looked at me, her eyes were full of pity and disgust.” I pause. “Maybe yours will be too.”
She kisses me. She kissed me hard. She tangles her fingers in my hair and presses her body to mine, and my heart pounds in my chest. “You will never disgust me,” she whispers. “Never. I love you.”
She loves me.
The thought makes my stomach twist, but it’s beautiful. It’s everything.
“I hate my father,” I tell her. “I hate everything he is. I hate everything he dragged me into, but mostly I hate myself for becoming just like him. But that’s going to change. I’m getting out.”
She strokes my arm. “I’ll come with you,” she whispers. “Wherever you’re going, I’ll come with you.”
I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Good,” I tell her, “because I’ll be going soon.”Chapter Thirty-NineMelissaI would give anything to tell Alexander who I really am, but I can’t.
I’ve played him too much. I’ve lied too much.
My dreams of open arms after a teary confession have shrivelled and died.
He’s been so honest, and I’ve been such a fraud. I thought I knew everything, but I knew nothing.
He’d never forgive me and I know it.
I could die in his arms as he holds me in the aftermath of his confession. It kills me to know how close I am to having him. How close I am to making this real.
I have to make it real.
We lie in silence for a long time, just breathing. My hand rests on his hard cock but he makes no move to thrust against my touch and I make no move to bring him off.
I wish we could stay here forever, but he moves as the light begins to glow through the window.