She stopped by on her way home from work yesterday, and when we parted, she asked me to come by tomorrow. I couldn’t say no, didn’t say no. When she stopped by she left a present, quickly kissed me, then laughed as she left. When I opened the box, I threw it over my couch and hoped it would catch fire. In the box it had a note, saying ‘Wear me.’ Like fuck I was wearing that.
A pink fucking shirt.
Seriously, pink! Not blue, fucking pink!
She can’t seriously expect me to wear that, can she? I go over to it and pick it up with two fingers because it’s a joke, right? It has to be. I wear black, white, and black. Nothing more. I’m meant to be there soon and I’m dressed in black. What she saw me in, not this thing—this pink thing.
I pace the house, eyeing that shirt, contemplating the sacrifice I will have to make to wear it. Because it would be a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the male race. It’s disgusting, awful.
Her laugh is ringing in my ears. She stands tall to look at me, then snaps a photo, then doubles back over in laughter. I stand there, not very happy, in a pink fucking shirt. Pink.
“Rose,” I say, she wipes away her tears of laughter. Then stands tall again, she eyes me and doubles back over. The anger is wearing off, because of the way she’s reacting, both the smile and the laugh. I forget, for a minute, that I have this hideous thing on. Then I rip it off, throwing it to the ground behind her.
“Never again,” I say. She stops and stands, licks her lips and her eyes roam my chest.
“I didn’t expect you to wear it,” she says talking to my chest. She reaches out and touches my nipple and the piercing. “But it’s nice to know the things you will do for me.” She steps closer and licks my nipple.
“You brought me a pink shirt for me to not wear it?” She isn’t even listening to me, her mouth and eyes are on my chest. I push her chest back and step into the house, looking around. It’s just us, no one is home.
I throw her over my shoulder, she squeals loudly. I walk to the bathroom, grabbing things on my way. She asks me what I’m doing, but I don’t answer. Her shower is old but sturdy. I stand her in front of it, it has a railing up above for the shower curtain. So I grab her wrists one at a time and tie them up, she smiles and tries to bite my chest each time I get too close. When her hands are tied up, I wrap a scarf around her eyes. She moans in disappointment as her eyes are covered.
I then strip her, it’s easy. She hasn’t worn anything under this dress, it falls to the floor lifelessly and she kicks it away then she tries to wiggle closer. I stand back, removing all my clothing and watch her squirm.
“Liam,” she moans in want this time. I place a kiss just behind her ear, she drops her head to the side, exposing it for me, and then I lick all the way down past her breast to her stomach. Her breasts arch as I come back up and glide over one of them. I run my hand over her ass while tasting her with my tongue. Then I slap her, and she cries out in pleasure and starts panting. Her legs open willingly and I dip just down far enough to touch her clit.
“Fucking lick it,” she says.
Dirty. She gets feisty when she’s near me. I like it.
“Beg me,” she pushes further, my breath now on her while she starts to create her own friction until I pull back.
“I’m not begging, I am not a tramp, just do it now then fuck me.”
“Yes ma’am,” I say smiling as I let my tongue glide over her. She starts to bite her lip, arching her chest, she wants to touch her tits, but she can’t because her hands are tied up. She always has to touch, that’s her punishment for the pink shirt.
She positions one leg on my shoulder, and creates her own rhythm, her body is easy to read, she wants attention on her clit, then she wants it further down, then back to her clit, it’s a game of cat and mouse I’m happy to play.
She moans like she’s eating chocolate, the best piece of chocolate the world has created when she comes. I don’t let her fully come down from her high as I pick her legs up and slam into her fast. Her head hangs backward, she doesn’t pick it up as I fuck her, but she bounces on me using her legs as support making us go harder and then come even harder.
I stay for a few seconds after, catching my breath. Then I pull out from her, walking out. I hear her call my name, I don’t answer it.
When I step back, her legs are closed and rubbing together. I sit and watch, mesmerized by her.
“I know you’re there, let me down,” she says, looking in my direction. I turn the shower on behind her, then cover her nipples with chocolate syrup. Her nipples are her weakness, even with everything that’s happened, she always wants them touched, licked, bitten. So I coat them, then I lick them clean, then bite them. Her moans are what I was expecting, she’s sore, tired, but now fully aroused again.
I pull the blindfold off and her eyes are closed, I don’t even think she realizes she can open them. Then when she does, her eyes are glassy, full of emotions, and she looks at me like I just brought her back from hell and I’m the fucking angel.
What a fucked up world we live in for her to look at me like that.
And that’s the sole reason I fuck her again, to be the angel to her devil, the hell to her heaven.
We wake with hands and feet covering us. Two kids in the bed, and a mother looking down at us. Hard on disappearing at that very moment.
She smiles at me and walks over to Rose, who’s fast asleep. She leans down and kisses her cheek then goes to step out, stopping at the door. “You will be right with them?” she asks. I look to them, Liam and Isabelle, snuggled in between both of us watching me, then nod my head. She walks out and I check under the covers to see if I have pants on, I don’t.
“Isabelle, take your brother to the kitchen.” She hops up and grabs his hand, he follows her out and I stand and pull my pants on, following them out.
When I get there, they’re opening and closing the food cupboard.
“There’s nothing to eat.” I walk to the cupboard and open it, it’s full of food, literally full of food.
“Are you kids’ blind?” I ask them seriously and they laugh at me.
“Take us to McDonalds?” Liam says pulling on my pants.
“The house is full of food.”
“Can you cook?” Isabelle asks, so I nod my head. “I want pancakes,” she says, Liam starts shouting for pancakes.
I end up making them pancakes and they eat them all. Liam asking me one hundred questions of why I’m there, and if I’m staying. I tell them to eat, they don’t listen and ask questions anyway.
Liam ends up going to the toilet after he eats five pancakes, Lord knows where he puts it.
“Mom, I want a chocolate party like you did.” I look to the open bathroom and see Liam standing there staring at the chocolate coated bathroom, then I hear Rose wake up.
“Shit,” and then I laugh.