Chapter 8: Delivering an Ultimatum

I was dreaming of Mike; we were out on a date, walking along Stinson Beach, looking out over the ocean and at a beautiful sunset while Mike’s arms enveloped me from behind, my hands intertwined with his, and my head tilted back into the crook of his neck. I felt totally relaxed and at peace while he held me, and I basked in his love.

While we stood there watching the last rays of sunlight hit the water, Mike leaned over, pulled out one of my breasts, and began sucking on it. He was rough, much rougher than he ever had been before, using his teeth while his other hand mauled the nipple on my other breast.

My eyes shot open, and it took only moments for me to realize I was in my bed and it was just a dream. I looked over and saw Tyler sleeping. He was on his stomach, one arm thrown across the mattress, face turned toward my pillow, breathing slowly and unbothered. Mike’s borrowed shirt from yesterday was not on him. The marks I had left were duller in this light. He looked like a man who had spent a weekend taking what he wanted, then decided sleep was his too.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, and felt the dream still clinging to the inside of my skin: Mike’s voice, and his mouth on my breast.

I looked again at Tyler, and for the first time since he walked in the door Friday evening, I had a moment to myself. I just listened to him breathe for a few moments, wondering how this man had taken over such a huge part of my life so suddenly.

I rose slowly so I wouldn’t wake him and quietly slid off the bed, walking to Amber’s bathroom to shower so the running water wouldn’t wake him.

I got in the shower to wash and, more importantly, to think.

The hot water hit the collection he had left on me. Small bruises, love bites, a rug burn on one knee from the living room floor, faint fingerprints on my hips. I cataloged them the way I had after the first night, except this time I was trying to attach meaning to them instead of just damage. I needed to sort the weekend. I needed one unlocked room and ten uninterrupted minutes.

The sliding glass door opened, and Tyler got in behind me.

Of course he did.

I felt him immediately, hard again, sliding between my soapy ass cheeks.

“Have you not had enough?” I asked, and heard how unconvincing I sounded. “I don’t understand how you can keep going. I have never had a man recover that fast, that often, who never seems satiated. Are you powered by spite? Batteries? A deal with a minor demon who takes payment in women’s dirty laundry?”

While I said it, my body betrayed the speech. I pushed back and ground along his cock, wet and slick, telling him with my hips that I wanted more even as my mouth tried to file a complaint.

He laughed.

“That’s the benefit of modern medical science. It gives me everything I need to keep up with you.”

I turned my head. Concern cut through the heat. He kept moving against me, sliding, not in yet.

“That sounds dangerous. Those blue pills are not meant to be taken constantly, if that’s what you’re talking about. You have not stopped since dinner on Friday.”

“Don’t worry, my lovely goddess. It’s not all the pills. There are some other supplements. But it’s mostly you. You’re what makes me feel this way. I don’t know when I’ll get another chance to be with you like this, and I don’t want to waste a second.”