“Yeah, you were.”
“You don’t have to agree with me.”
“You’re right, I don’t. But I do.” I smile wide. “When you’re right, you’re right.”
“How about you be a good girl for a little while and do what you’re told?”
“What am I gonna be told?”
He goes to his closet and pulls out a shirt, then tosses it at me. “To put this on,” he says.
I smile.
In my Austin Smut story, I wear his clothes after we have sex.
“And then come with me so we can go eat.”
“I think I can be a good girl for a little while…”
He smiles.
And then it hits me. I don’t know if he read the whole thing that I wrote. Did he?
Things turned from sex and punishment to relationship stuff from chapter four and by around chapter six there’s just as much romance as there is sex.
“How much of that did you read?” I ask.
He pulls on a pair of trackpants, smiling.
And I’m feeling panicky.
“How much?” I push.
“I was somewhere in the third chapter when you got in.”
I’m relieved.
It must show by what he says next.
“Did something happen in the later chapters I should know about? Do you kill me? Am I married? Do we wind up having a threesome with me and you and my wife?”
My face falls.
His does too. Instantly. Like he regrets what he’s just said.
“I’m not married, Jada,” he says, lifting his hands.
I force a smile. “I think I know that. Be right out, okay?”
“Okay.”
I slip into his bathroom.
“Wait. Hey! That’s my bathroom,” he calls.
“Consider it an advance on the very extensive penalty for snooping on my laptop!” I shout back.
He laughs loud.
And that’s a great sound to hear from him.
24
Austin
It started out as a weird day, knowing that Sienna was being arrested for what she did to me.
I messaged my brother to tell him it was about to happen and he replied with,
Ah, to be a fly on the wall.
I didn’t wanna see it. I was still too angry about what that bitch did to me. I didn’t want to derive any sick joy out of watching her suffer, I just wanted her to pay for what she did.
Nobody, male or female, should get away with doing what she did.
And then it was a weird day, trying to focus. Coming back here and finding that stuff on Jada’s computer? Talk about a shock to my system.
What happened when she walked in was totally not premeditated, more like it felt like the most natural thing in the world to me. It was like everything clicked into place when I put my hands on her. When I felt how she responded to me. When that look in her eyes, of fear and embarrassment transformed to lust and longing.
I almost backed off in the bedroom when she said she’d only been with one other guy. That almost sent me running, because that sort of thing is a big deal to me and the kind of thing that would make me drop all my walls and decide I’m all in – but after some of the shit that’s happened to me with the past few girls I’ve gotten involved with, I’m trying to be more practical now, more pragmatic instead of letting myself get lost quickly.
I’m trying not to read too much into it because frankly, I have no idea if this thing with her is going anywhere. It’s too soon to know, too out of left field.
Well, if I’m honest, I’ve been pushing back my emotions for two weeks where she’s concerned and likely pushing her back with my attitude. Or I thought that was what I was doing, but it had a vastly different effect than I intended.
I can’t help but dig that she’s this quiet, shy girl that found her voice to stand up with me. That she revealed that to me felt special.
I fucking dig it even more that she looks like this sweet, wholesome good girl and underneath it, she writes scenes about me getting her off against a burnt piece of toast.
That depraved shit gave me a hard-on.
Is this gonna go anywhere? Do I want it to?
Not a clue.
Not a clue at all.
All I know is she feels good. I love how she looks at me. I love that we’ve been able to blow off steam by snapping at each other and it’s led to this explosive sexual chemistry between us.
And instead of her jumping my bones like she couldn’t wait, she got shy, timid, and submissive with me. Her reaction to me today was exactly what I would’ve hoped for if I’d laid this out.
My phone is ringing as I head into the kitchen.
My brother. I’ll call him back later.
Aiden gives away too much about his sex life. I’m not like that. But he told me once that he dug when a girl he fucked wore one of his shirts afterwards and for some reason, the idea of Jada wearing something of mine – something too big on her – it turns me on.