“Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”
She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”
I stared at her for a moment then snorted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”
“There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”
“Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.
“It is something,” Jamie replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”
It should have concerned me that a crazy 18-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.
“Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.
“That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”
“Who’s Carrie?”
“One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”
“So you do to her what I just did to you?”
“Hell no,” Jamie said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.
“I’m sure you would,” Jamie said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”
“For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”
“I’ll let you know.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”
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PUNISHING THE EX
Steve Tolleson was on the couch watching SportsCenter when the doorbell rang. He turned the TV off, took a deep breath, walked over to the door and opened it.
Standing on the porch was his soon-to-be ex-wife Shyla, wearing a low-cut top with no bra, cut-off jeans that barely covered her private parts, high-heeled sandals and more makeup than anyone this side of a pornstar. She looked every bit the slut she was when he’d first married her five years ago, from her surgically enhanced face (paid for by him) to her jet black hair to her fake tits (also paid for by him) to her washboard abs to her perfect tan to her long slim legs. Which was one of the many reasons why this day had been inevitable from the very beginning.
“What are you doing here?” Steve said.
“Don’t give me that shit,” Shyla said. “You called me over here.”
“Oh yeah. Why again?”
“You said were going to sign the divorce papers,” she said. “Remember?”
“I said that?”
“Stop fucking around, Steve. If this was just your idea of a joke—”
“Nah, I’m just messing with you,” Steve said. “Come on in.”
“Do I have to?”
“If you want those papers signed you do.”
“Fine,” she said, walking into his little one-room apartment with disdain in her eyes.
He didn’t blame her. He knew the place was a shithole but it was all he could afford right now, especially since he was still paying the mortgage on the 3000 square foot 5 bedroom house they’d bought four years ago. A house that Shyla was currently living in due to a previously ill-fated attempt on his part to save their marriage.
She made her way to the living room, which had remains of last night’s pizza and some empty beer cans lying on the coffee table. Steve paid her look of disgust no mind and dropped his ass on the couch.
“Have a seat,” he said.
“No thanks,” Shyla replied. “So are you going to sign these papers or what?”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Of course I’m sure. I’ve only been asking you about it for six weeks now.”
“Six weeks?” Steve said. “Seems more like six months.”
“No,” Shyla said. “I’ve only been dreaming about a divorce for six months. But the papers have only been waiting for six weeks.”
“Six months? That’s it? I figured you’d been dreaming about it longer than that. Ever since you started fucking that guy on the side. What was his name again?”
“You know damn well his name is Harry.”
“Oh yeah,” Steve said. “Dirty Harry. The man with the magical dick that makes my wife do things she’d never done before in her life.”
“I’d done them before,” she said. “Just not with you.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you used to do them all the time.”
“Whatever,” she said. “I didn’t come hear to argue.”
“Then what did you come for?” Steve said.
Shyla sighed and shook her head. “I should have known better than to believe you were actually going to sign the papers,” she said as she turned and started for the door.
“Hold on, hold on,” Steve said. “Bring them over here and I’ll sign them.”
She stopped and looked at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
“You’re not just fucking with me again?”
“Nope,” Steve said. “I’ll sign them.” He smiled. “On one condition.”
She tilted her head slightly, wondering where he was going with this. “What’s your condition?”
“One last fuck session. For old time’s sake.”
Shyla scoffed. “If I wanted your dick in me we’d still be together.”
“Yeah, well if you want this divorce you’re just going to have to put up with my dick being in you one last time.”
Shyla looked at him carefully. “You actually mean it, don’t you?”
“You’re damn right,” Steve said.
“One fuck,” Shyla said. “And then you’ll sign. Today.”
“Right after we’re done.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Because you have no choice,” Steve said. “Unless you want to get the lawyers involved again.”
“You know I don’t.”
“Then why not give it a go? You’ve go t nothing to lose.”
“Except my pride.”
“Is it really that shameful to fuck your husband?” Steve said. “After all, we’re still married. Technically, at least.”
She considered this for a moment, then said, “Fine. What the hell.”
Steve carefully hid his surprise. He hadn’t actually thought that she’d take him up on his demented little plan. In fact, now that she had, he was starting to wonder if he could actually follow through with it. After all, she was still technically his wife. And deep down he still loved her. And did you really do this sort of thing to someone you loved?
Then Shyla added, “It’s not like it’ll last very long, mister three-pump-chump,” and just like that Steve knew he could do it. Hell, she deserved to have something like this done to her after what she’d put him through.
“Oh, darling,” Steve said. “You always made me feel so good about myself.”
“It’s just one of my many gifts,” Shyla said. She started to pull her shirt over her head.
Steve stood up and grabbed her arms.
Shyla gave him a funny look.
“Clothes on,” Steve said. “At least to start.”
She flashed him a curious look but pulled the shirt back down.