Reality of Darkness

Chapter 21

"It's more complicated than we thought.." Zak says down the phone, disappointment in his voice. I knew he loved his job, it was his purpose in life, but at the moment, he was desperate to come home. All because of me.

"Well that's okay. Its important that you stay, help the family." I tell him, meaning it.

He sighs "I know, but I should be looking after you too. You're the most important thing to me, Gracie too."

I smile, looking down to the end of the couch where Gracie had taken up residence. She loved a good snooze in the afternoon sun, we both did. "We are fine. You can see that."

"I can see you running to the bathroom and sleeping a shit ton. I would hardly call that fine..."

Shooting a glare up the camera I ask "Are you constantly watching me?"

"Every opportunity that I get. Yes." He is truthful and I don't know whether to berate him or love him even more. He's a difficult one to manage at the moment.

"Few more days." I tell him. It's what I've been telling myself, knowing soon I'll pass the band of resistance and my body will adjust to this medication, admittedly it's taking a lot longer than I thought, but I read online that it can take up to two weeks.. I hoped that wouldn't be my case too.

"We still clinging to that idea, huh?"

I nod "Yep."

"Well if you are still like it when I come home, we are going back to the doctor. No questions asked."

I want to argue my case, but it's pointless and quiet frankly, I don't have an ounce of energy to do it. "Okay.."

"Now you're compliant, so I know it's bad, you fight me on everything.."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, we both enjoy angry sex."

I laugh softly, not admitting it, however the thought of anything physical right now makes my stomach hurt and I curl up a little tighter. "You love a little tension, the primal need to correct me is very strong in you. You're very dominant."

His laugh is low and utterly filthy and despite feeling like trash, I still get that funny feeling in the lower part of my belly.

"You wouldn't have me any other way.."

"I wouldn't.."

Zak is the perfect blend of dominant and submissive when it comes to the bedroom. He naturally takes the dominant role, but every so often, I can make him hand over the reins. It's not as much as I would like, but it's there, it's do-able.

"Maybe it's a good thing I'm away?"

"I have been telling you that. You don't want to deal with this mess all the time."

"I mean it based on the fact that I'd constantly be trying to make you feel better, in the only way I know how."

My skin flushed with warmth and I want to put it down to the sun, but it's a much warmer heat, one only he brings out in me. "We're not doing this over the phone."

"Why?"

"Because I'm in the lounge and your mom is going to be popping in soon."

"Then let's be quick, the risk of getting is a turn on... What you wearing?"

"The answer is still no and I'm wearing a trash bag."

"Lucky trash bag.."

I laugh then, because he genuinely sounds jealous. "I'd rather wait until you're home and wear you." I wait and use enough there's a groan of frustration.