“Don’t hold a grudge with her over this” Denaun words played over in my head on repeat “Reach out to her and just make sure she’s okay” and so far for once I’d taken his advice.
Jasmin had tried to apologise for the meeting with her husband but I pushed my grievances with that to one side, for once not interested in talking about myself. I’d just wanted to know that she was okay.
It was my thing to be mean and strike out at my perceived threats weakest spots. Keep poking and prodding at it and they would disintegrate in front of me much to my pleasure, I hadn’t wanted to strike out at Jasmin but I’d done it with my words and regretted it instantly as I had done so often in the past.
What a situation to find myself in, in love with a woman I couldn’t really have. A turn up for the book considering all the bitches out there that wanted my dick. I just couldn’t shake off the feeling that if things were different, if Jack wasn’t around then we’d be together, I’d have my girl and be fucking over the moon with life.
That’s the thought that keeps me awake at night because if Jack dies, it will destroy Jasmin. I know deep down I’m just somebody she sees to blow off a little steam, she wanted a distraction from life and I’d been happy enough to give it to her and that was the crux of it because I’d give her anything she wanted, anything.
Denaun had warned me to try and take a step back, to enjoy the sex but not to get into deep with her, she would, he said in time hurt me, whether she wanted to or not and I didn’t think she wanted to at all but her circumstance could change and she’d leave me high and dry.
I get that he was worried about me, but I also knew he was somewhat happy that I wasn’t screwing my way through a row of tinder dates presently.
The last piece of advice he gave me that if I couldn’t improve her life, I could try and make it less stressful and that’s why I bought her the truck. I told Jasmin it was for Jack but really it was for her, she could get him out of the house and in doing so improve her own life, go to the beach, whatever the hell she wanted to do, give her back some freedom.
“They’ll come a time when you’ll need to end it Marshall, because she won’t want to let you go but it’ll be the best thing for all of you” I pretended not to hear those words, shoved them deep down in the back of my mind, tucked them away and forgot about them.
I glanced at my watch, she’d only left a couple of hours ago and I sat moping in my boxer shorts, wanting to talk to her but it wasn’t quite ten pm yet so I sat on my hands and tried to distract my mind from her.
Standing up I Intended to pace the fucking floor until it was time to call her but instead I winced as my thighs burned, a flashback of fucking her against the door frame of my bedroom passed quickly in my mind, the pain in my thighs a reminder of her being here and being buried inside of her. Fuck I needed to get out and do something, I’d cut loose in the old days, a bottle of Bacardi to numb my thoughts but I’d even ruined that for myself.
Two weeks later some of those words and thoughts had been conveniently forgotten and my blood was boiling, I could feel the tension in everything I touched, I’d snapped a fucking shit ton of pencils at the studio trying to write yesterday and the reason for my tension, as soon as it had hit ten pm last night I was on the phone to her whispering aggressively down the line at Jasmin, I didn’t know why I was whispering I was alone in my house, I think I actually feared speaking out loud to her, afraid I would just explode.
“Wednesdays are my fucking day, don’t ever fucking let me down again” I paused for a breath, the silence coming from her end just making me worse, my free hand gripped and pulled at my short hair “I fucking wait for you all week and you just message me saying no, who the fuck do you think you are Jasmin. You know I can fuck anybody I want and you leave me hanging” I was absolutely livid that I hadn’t fucked her last week. I bought her a fucking top of the range truck, the least she could do was show up on a fucking Wednesday.
“I’m sorry Marshall” she whispered calmly “Jack was sick, I couldn’t leave him”
For some reason this just angers me further and I’m now in a kind of familiar dangerous territory where something will come out of my mouth so fucking hideous that it will end this relationship or whatever the fuck it is for good.
She’s looking for reasonable understanding from me and the nice thing to do would be to enquire after his health but no I’m not feeling nice, I missed her and I fucking hated that feeling.
“I don’t give a shit, Wednesday is my day” I repeat myself, swearing up at the ceiling.
“I’ll see you in the morning” she says calmly before hanging up on me leaving me staring at my now silent phone. I try to call her back but it sends me straight to voicemail indicating she’s turned off her phone.
Fucking bitch, I’m going to pound that pussy til it hurts tomorrow.
After a fitful night’s sleep I’m woken by my phone ringing at eight am, I leave it and groaning bury my head in soft pillows but it doesn’t stop, when I finally pick it up I’m surprised to see Jasmin name flashing up over and over and because I’m still feeling a little petty I don’t answer nicely.
“What?” I bark down the phone at her, “I’m outside your gate, let me in please” she pays no attention to my lingering shitty mood.
“No, fuck off” I surprise myself saying that to her, silence greets me and it feels like hours before she speaks again “It’s in your best interest to let me in Marshall” she counters my horrible response sounding like she’s gotten me a gift and I throw my covers off with a huff, phone still to my ear and stomp down my stairs, at the front door I press the button that opens the front gate and watch as she walks through. It irritates me that she has obviously gotten public transport and is not using the fucking truck I got her.
She strolls in without invitation straight past me and heads towards my kitchen, the scent that she leaves lingering after her makes my mouth water and my balls ache.
“Why are you being so petty?” she asks while grabbing herself a drink from my fridge.
“Wednesdays are my day” I sound like a broken record but it’s the only answer that won’t give a way the fact that I’m beginning to tire of our arrangement, I’m not tired of her and there in lies the problem. I want more, I want more of her time and more of her heart.
She spins around quickly, glaring at me. Its hot!
“Let’s get one thing straight Mathers, Wednesdays are my day, not yours. Mine! I do as I please the one day a week I have free. If it pleases me to see you then I do” she looks at me defiantly, staring into my eyes.
“You need to get your head around this, if Jack is sick or needs me then he comes first, before me and definitely before you” fuck that hurts and I resist the urge to rub at my aching chest.
Instead I fly at her, catching us both by surprise when I grab her by the throat, she drops her drink in shock “be careful bitch, there’s a million other women out there I could be fucking”
My hand clenches tighter around her neck and the scared look that crosses her face pleases me, her soft hand covers mine around her neck and she speaks calmly “Let me go Marshall” I don’t want to and step closer to her, the front of our bodies pressed flush against one another while my hand keeps a firm grip on her, I can feel her heart hammering in her chest as she strokes the top of my hand slowly, my grip eases ever so slightly “I can get a bitch who doesn’t look like a circus freak you know” My mouth engages before my brain and she repeats herself but now I watch tears fall from her pretty eyes “Let me go Marshall”
Blinking I release her and step away from her, fuck why the fuck did I say that!
I expect her to turn and run but she doesn’t she stands her ground “I’m sorry” I whisper, my shame rendering me unable to look her in the eye. Of course she would want to look after Jack when he’s sick, what normal, decent person wouldn’t.
“Take a seat Marshall” she points to one of my kitchen chairs and I shuffle over slowly, the fight having fled my body, fatigue now settled in. I watch her brush away tears from her eyes and take a deep breath, collecting herself before she came over and stood in front of me “You’ve managed to derail my plans a little mister, so I’m just going to jump straight back on them okay” Jasmin speaks like the last ten minutes didn’t happen and I don’t know what’s happening suddenly, she stands before me still wearing her full length coat “close your eyes and put your hands behind the back of the chair” are her instructions. I feel wary but I do as she says forgetting myself the things that just happened.
Something soft wraps around my hands, binding them to the chair, not tight enough to cause me any fear, I could slip out of them if I wanted to. I’m game for whatever kinky shit she’s got going on. I test the bindings quickly assured I can get out if needed I relax.
“Keep your eyes closed, I came here to apologise for not coming last week and for not talking much this week, I wanted to thank you for giving me the space I needed” she stops and the shame creeps over me, blanketing my body, except for my dick, that gets harder at the thought of whatever is to come here. She came here to make peace and all I’ve done is be a complete shit bag to her.
“Open your eyes now “ I do as I’m told looking up at her as she unbelts her coat letting it drop slowly to the floor “Fuck!” I blow out a breath and watch as her hands cover her chest, she must be thinking about my words from earlier and I feel like the lowest of the low but then she seems to find her strength and let’s her arms fall to her sides.
My greedy eyes roam over her black lacy underwear, silk stockings held in place by a suspender belt, I wish I could get my teeth on it and snap the little straps, she releases her hair and it falls about her chest in loose waves and I lose the ability to do anything but watch and drool over her. She looks like all of my fantasies come true, she turns bending a little putting her perfect ass in my face before turning back around to face me and shaking her beautiful tits in my face gently. I watch as her finger travels slowly down from her nipple to the top of her tiny black panties, lifting one foot up on my chair she places it between my open legs before dragging her finger further down inside her panties.
I know the moment she touches her clit, a breathy almost silent moan escapes her slightly parted lips. I know what she’s feeling, know how that pussy feels and I want to touch it so badly. Fidgeting in my chair I’m disappointed when she pulls her hand free from her panties but delighted when she presses her wet finger to my lips, I lap her juice up quickly.
Leaning forward she captures my lips with her own and I kiss her with everything I have, its lustful and passionate, both of us panting when she eventually pulls away.
“If you don’t touch my dick soon, I’ll explode baby” I warn her, if she wants to fuck then enough of this teasing, looking down I notice a small wet patch on my boxers, my leaking dick warning me I’ll bust any second.
“Good things come to those who wait” she practically purrs in my ear before kneeling on the floor between my legs, she looks up at me, blinking slowly as she reaches inside my boxers and drags my dick out slowly, the feeling of her hand on me makes me hiss “Jasmin please” I’ll beg her if I have too.
I watch her hand wrapping around my length once again, she taps the head of my dick against her wet bottom lip, pulling it away. I watch fascinated as a string of pre cum stretches between her lip and my dick before she flicks it away with her tongue.
I really wish my hands were free, I’d be grabbing her head and sliding my dick down her throat right now if they were.
Moaning loudly she sucks and licks her way around me, paying attention to the whole of my dick, it throbs and pulses uncontrollably in her hand and against her tongue.
The moment she slips me inside her warm, wet mouth I lose all train of though and try thrusting upwards, she moves with me though, unaffected by my move, finger nails trace along the seam of my balls adding to this sweet torture.
Jasmin bobs her head up and down me a few times before gently scrapping her teeth against the head nearly sending me into orbit, I clench my eyes shut tightly knowing if I watch I’ll cum in seconds now, then I realise she’s not touching me any more.
Opening my eyes slowly I watch her shrugging her coat back on, smiling at me she gathers her bag and heads to leave my kitchen before turning back to me “I’m leaving now, I want you to think about some of the things you’ve said to me today and how you’ve made me feel. I’ll see you next Wednesday....... if I feel like it” with that she fucking leaves, my dick hurts and my balls are a darker shade of blue now then they were before she arrived this morning and I’m still tied to a fucking chair.
I yell at her to come back but Jasmin doesn’t return and I realise her thank you gift she came to give me is now a form of punishment.
I shout and yell for her til I’m hoarse, but she still doesn’t return, I manage to get my hands free and grab my phone firing off a text.
“Get your ass back here. NOW!”
Truth is a beautiful thing
By
London Grammer