Imperfect Affections
When I don’t comply, he brings his hand down on my sex. It’s not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make my insides contract from the sting. Before I have time to find my breath, he’s inside me, claiming my body with a punishing thrust. A slap reverberates in the air as he spanks my right glute. I feel the burn all the way to my core. He pumps and spanks me, jiggling my ass until I can’t tell the difference between the burn on my skin and the burn between my legs. I’m desperate for release, my need a dark ruby-red that fills up my canvas and wipes away all other colors and all other thoughts.
Despite my building pleasure, I can’t come like this. The friction and the sting of his palms aren’t enough. We’ve already had enough sex for him to realize this, not that he didn’t know from the very first night. He pulls out, leaving me empty, but a sigh escapes my lips when he presses his fingers on my clit and rubs in a circle. The stimulation makes me go on tiptoes. It feels even better than the burn. Combined with the burn, I’m on the verge of losing my mind.
“How many men, Violet?”
I turn my face to the side, pressing my cheek flat on the table. “W-what?”
“How many cocks did you let inside your pussy?” he asks.
I can hardly function, let alone think.
“How many?” he asks, rubbing faster.
Fuck. I bite back a mewl. “Seriously?”
“Like never before,” he says, slowing down.
“Wait,” I cry out, not wanting him to stop.
“Answers, darling,” he teases, flicking my clit. “That’s the magic word.”
“I-I…” I try to think through the lust fogging my brain. Although, the answer isn’t difficult. There haven’t been that many. “Two.”
He lightly spanks my clit.
I bite my lip and arch my hips, willing him to give me more.
“Who?” he asks.
“You must be joking.”
He stops.
I look at him from over my shoulder. “What does it matter?”
“I’m going to find them.”
“And what?”
“Kill them.”
He’s not even pretending to be joking. Just like that, my high vanishes. I try to straighten, because this scene is over, but he wraps his fingers around my nape and easily holds me down.
“Answers, Violet.”
“Did you keep count? Can you give me a number?”
“They didn’t matter. You know it was business.”
“Neither did mine. Sadly, I was drunk my first time. I don’t remember much except for waking with a pounding headache and puking out my lungs. I guess you can call that a one-night stand. We parted ways without exchanging numbers. My first and only boyfriend lasted little less than half a year, and he never got me off. He was my neighbor in one of my classes. If you ask me, he didn’t even find me attractive. We were just both lonely.”
He lets go of my neck.
Pushing off the table, I turn around to face him. “Happy?”
“Deliriously. Almost.” He scrutinizes me. “Did they come inside you?”
I give him a cutting look. “We used condoms.”
“Good. Then I don’t have to kill someone.”
Mumbling, “You’re a caveman,” I walk past him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks.
“To get myself off.”
He grabs me so fast my head spins. “I’m not done with you.”
I utter a shriek as we go down to the floor. He stretches out on his back, cushioning my body from the hard, cold tiles with his.
“You wanted to know my fantasy,” he says in a husky tone.
Just like that, my annoyance evaporates. Holding my breath, I wait for him to continue. I wait for him to give me a piece of honesty and not just flawless sex skills. I will him to give me something he hasn’t given to any of the countless women he’s fucked.
“Come here,” he says, curling his index finger to coax me closer.
I move up until I straddle his waist.
“Closer,” he says.