Chapter 1

Damien Martin had just about had enough of Cassidy Lassiter and her “honey-do” lists of late, so when she told him that she left a list of them on the fridge again, he groaned, ignored them, and poured himself a cold beer this particular Saturday. He was not going to do a thing about them. He had done far too many on his Saturdays of late, and he was fucking tired already! Yeah, she could do what she wanted, but he wasn’t going to lift a finger this time. She had taken for granted that he would constantly do things for him, so why should he give a crap?

The way he felt, she could have time to do half this stuff herself if she wasn’t constantly out with her girlfriends instead. He didn’t resent her having a good time, but he resented her constantly fucking up his free time and chances for recreation and a social life by pushing all of this work onto him. He could see how many married men didn’t have time to exercise or improve anything, judging by his own limited experience the past six weeks since Cassidy and he agreed to the lease.

“Hey, honey, what gives? I left a list for you on the fridge. You’re not working today, so why haven’t you even started on it? Why are you drinking instead? Don’t you have Sunday to drink beer and relax? What’s wrong?” Cassidy looked surprisingly concerned as she sat down next to Damien on the loveseat after spending the morning at the mall with her girlfriends.

“Fuck that! By the time I crawled into bed on Saturday nights these past six weeks since we moved in together, I’ve been too tired to even watch a movie with you, which has made you nag at me for falling asleep. Forget about even wanting sex. As for Sunday, I end up sleeping in half the day due to sheer exhaustion. Time for myself, for hobbies, for a social life with friends of late? My buddies probably think that I’ve fallen off the face of the Earth these days. Even when I wake up on Sundays, I’m still so stressed and so unsociable that I want is to down a six-pack, but even then, I end up having to shop for something or other for you by the time that I really feel human, and that just drains me all over again.

“By then, you’re usually wanting sex, which is great that you want it, but I can’t do you justice and you clearly are left unsatisfied, because I’m grumpy, horny, and angry, but dare not give you the real grudge fuck that I normally would in that situation, because you would promptly complain about the lack of tenderness and my ‘selfishness’ in bed, which is a riot, given how much you use me as a beast of burden. Last week, I had no fewer than sixty different errands that you wanted me to do, taking up easily eight hours of my day, essentially a workday in itself, but without any payment or even so much as a ‘thank you’ all day long. Just a nudge in the ribs for daring to doze off and snore on our ‘romantic’ night!

“Who the hell feels ‘romantic’ toward a slave-driver who has all but ruined his R and R on weekends? And why is it always the movie that you want, usually rom-coms that make it even harder to stay awake? That and I’m still pissed that you slapped me after that one fight last Sunday, the one where you decided to add insult to injury by cutting me off! I warned you before that I don’t approve of slapping. I think that it’s physical abuse and I won’t stand for it any longer. Using my strength and weight against me to ensure that I won’t defend myself is a form of aggression in its own way,” Damien snarled, his beer freeing up his tongue, much to Cassidy’s shock.

“Are you ... are you wanting to break up with me? Damien, baby, please reconsider! I knew that something was wrong when I saw how you were sitting down and drinking on a Saturday, not even looking at the list, but I didn’t know that things had been that damn bad! Wow, have I really been so hard to live with, so petty and mean and selfish? I had never even realized how crazy things had been. It was just what I thought was normal. Several of my girlfriends do the same thing to their men and Mom always had Dad do things for her. Maybe not as many things, though. Wow, it takes that long, that much out of your day on Saturdays?

“Babe, I had no damn idea, honestly! Please don’t dump me! I had no concept of what I was doing to you! I just thought of things that would seem useful, that I thought that you could do, thinking that you would still have most of your days off, believing that I was pulling my own weight by cooking and other such things. Obviously, I was a bit of a slacker and a bit of a spoiled, entitled bitch! Damn ... as for the slapping, sorry, I just always did it and it always seemed like a normal, acceptable thing for a woman to do. It never occurred to me that there was something wrong with it.

“Oh, God, Damien, I really, seriously promise that this won’t happen again! You’re a great boyfriend, and while I haven’t been the best girlfriend, I’m going to work on it. In fact, come to think of it, there’s nothing on that list that is absolutely urgent. Can you do this for me, please? Can we make a deal? If I shorten or change the list to something more reasonable and such, will you promise to do the list for me ... tomorrow? Not today. You clearly need that beer and some others, and frankly, I feel like joining you in it! Knowing how much I have fucked up a good thing is more than reason enough to want to drown my sorrows, at the risk of wallowing in self-pity.

“How about we watch a movie that you pick, here and now, on TV, and we snuggle up together to it. Or maybe on Netflix. Point being that we drink, we eat, and we just spend time enjoying each other, the way that we did less than two months ago, before we moved in together and I started bossing you around. I will rewrite the list tonight, print it out, and you’ll have to trust me enough to agree that, if the list is no longer than six chores and two hours, you commit to doing whatever it is. As for cutting you off, I promise that I will more than make that up to you, too.

“Pretty please, honey ... please, just this once, give me another chance to do right by you, to be the kind of lover that you want again. The fun kind. The funny kind. The cute kind. The one that you fell in love with in the first place. This feels like something that one expects the man to say after he’s treated the woman wrong, but in our case, I know that I’m the one in the wrong here. That much is clear in your face, in your pain, in your fatigue, and in your obvious frustration.

“Please, just do this for me, dear, and I promise that, while I’m not perfect and will make other mistakes, I will do my best to make this relationship work for both of us, not just for me. I will try to pull my weight and not be such a selfish bitch,” Cassidy told Damien, truly anxious to keep him now.

It was Damien’s turn now to be in shock, namely that Cassidy was soon quick to realize the error of her ways, not to mention that she was serious about wanting to keep him around. He naturally wondered why, especially given her seemingly overconfident attitude about him before, but he took a second and reflected that she had been given a rude awakening which forced her to confront the ugly truth about herself. It was a necessary splash of ice water on her illusions and he now knew that she was more aware of how he saw her of late ... and that she didn’t like what she saw through his eyes.

“Who are you, and what have done with my girlfriend? You remind me a lot of this previous girl, Cassidy, a girl that I used to know before I got involved with the girlfriend. Do you mean to tell me that you’ve been inside her all this time? Because I like you a lot better than I like her,” Damien smiled at last, handing her a bottle of his favorite craft brew as a gesture to her.

Cassidy took the beer and let out an embarrassed laugh, shaking her head and leaning in for a kiss, one which took Damien by surprise with the ardor of it. She then gave him no small amount of tongue before setting the beer down, getting up, going to the fridge, and in a gesture of absolute commitment, tearing the old “honey-do” list up before his very eyes.

“That was the old Cassidy, dear, and the new one is rising like a phoenix from the flames. Damn it, Damien, I want to marry you, raise a family with you, and grow old with you! I can’t do those things if you walk out on me! Please, promise me that, no matter what it is, barring mayhem, torture, your soul, or something like that, you’ll agree to do what’s on the new list when you see it posted. You need to agree to this, please, ahead of time, and I want to know that you won’t back out of it. In return, I promise that I will do my best to not only treat you better in the future, but also make up for past offenses. Do I have your word of honor? Do we have a deal?” Cassidy actually cut open her palm and handed the letter opener on the coffee table to Damien, asking him to seal the pact in blood.

“Okay, we have a deal,” Damien cut himself as well, but when he finished pressing his palm to hers, and then got up to get some bandages, she beat him to it.

“Oh, no, mister, today is all about you! These last six weeks have all been about me, so it’s high time for Mr. Damien Martin to get the attention that he truly deserves,” Cassidy’s gray-green eyes blazed at him, her jet-black hair going down as she unpinned it and let it fall in waves, “I’ve been such a stupid bitch, but that’s going to change!”

Cassidy rushed to get the first-aid kit and bandage both of their hands before she sat down to drink more of Damien’s high-quality beer with him. She was surprised at how good it tasted, actually, and how great it felt to experience something with him, such as sharing a drink. When she got up to grab some food, Damien was utterly stunned that she went for some frozen pizza and popped it in the oven for both of them.

“That should give us both more time to eat, drink, and enjoy our day together, babe. So, what do you want to watch, my dear?” Cassidy got even cozier with him, adding, “I like how hairy you are. It’s nice to be able to get warm and fuzzy from snuggling like this, in ways that it’s harder to do with a smoother guy. Yeah, I love it!”

“Yeah, I’m really liking the return of Cassidy, but as for movies, how about we watch a horror flick ... Maybe one of the Friday the 13th films,” Damien suggested.

“Or maybe the Omen, Mr. Thorne,” Cassidy teased him about his given name being the same as the Antichrist from that film.

“Well, as you can feel from my chest, I AM a beast!” Damien joked as he finally decided upon the Halloween series, particularly because of how Jamie Lee Curtis looked in those movies.

“Does that make me the beauty?” Cassidy snickered as she unzipped his pants and then yanked them down to free his dick abruptly.

“Cassidy, oh, God!” was all that Damien could bring himself to say as his girlfriend went down on him like she was afraid that she’d never taste it again.

“Shhh ... just let me serve you,” Cassidy said as she made her tongue swirl all around his cock, “Just let me serve you and pretend that it’s not just me, it’s Tammy, too. Imagine both of us, licking and sucking your dick together, as a team. Sisterhood. Teamwork. Big Sis teaching Little Sis how to please and satisfy a man, but most importantly, how important it is to truly enjoy a man’s body for the wonderful treat that it is, especially a prick like this.”

The mental picture of Cassidy “corrupting” her little sister by having her join in servicing Damien’s cock certainly did the trick. He began actively fucking her sweet, swarthy face, enjoying her mouth as if it were a pussy. When she started fondling his balls, he nearly lost it more than once, but when she slipped a finger into his butt, Damien exploded down her throat at last and gave her no choice but to swallow. She didn’t let go just yet. She let his dick stay inside her warm, wet mouth for several more moments before she finally opened it and licked her lips clean, after which she winked rather shamelessly at him.

“Balls nice and empty after two weeks of nothing but angry self-abuse, right? Oh, but that was such a sweet, salty load, too! It’s been too long since I sucked your cock, baby. I forgot just how much fun it can be, how yummy your cum is! Trust me, this is just the start of the brand new Cassidy. I’m back and I’m never leaving again! I dare not, lest that other Cassidy, the bitch, comes around and starts impersonating me again!” Cassidy as she rushed to wash her hands, ran back to him and started to strip to the buff, even bending over as she slid her silk panties to the floor.

There, before Damien, stood his girlfriend of five months in all of her naked beauty, a gloriously curvaceous case of smooth, olive skin surrounding a patch of dark bush in front of her juicy twat. There was no question of her mother’s Syrian heritage now, in case anyone might have doubted her. The lovely Cassidy then walked over to her boyfriend, planted herself on his lap, and began kissing his neck while they watched the horror flick at last in earnest.

“I meant what I said, honey. I want to be your wife. I want to be the mother of your children. I want to grow old with you. I want us to have grandkids together, be Grandpa and Granny to them. To think that I endangered that future, a future of happiness and love together, you and me, that I forgot that we’re partners and you’re not an accessory or a butler ... It terrifies me what I’ve done. That’s not the worst part, though, and I hope that you can forgive me of this. Though I understand if you don’t. I have to start anew, though, and that requires honesty.

“I blacked out during Marlene’s bachelorette party, and woke up with Marlene and the stripper. We ... apparently had a threesome. No, she hasn’t told her husband, but I had to come clean with you, in the interests of a fresh start. I’m not sure if you would count that as cheating, given how drunk I was, but it evidently happened. I had sex with both of them, and while I have refused to repeat the mistake sober, and indeed Marlene wants to pretend that nothing ever happened, I can’t run from what I did anymore.

“Sweetie, I swear to God, whatever I have to do to make it up to you, I damn well will do that! I know that it’s fucked up, but I will do what I must to prove that I’m really, deeply in love with you. Coming so close to losing you scares the hell out of me!” Cassidy told Damien, hoping against hope that he didn’t drop her like a bad habit.

“Well, I’m not thrilled by it, but you were out of it, and one could even claim that it was rape. I don’t think that you’ve ever consciously stepped out on me, just that you didn’t treat me that well in other ways. I’ll let it slide, though, because you blacked out. I don’t even know for sure what all they did or didn’t do to you and I doubt that I would want to find out, either. Honey, let’s just enjoy this moment and not worry about that one incident. You’re starting over and so am I. A new beginning as lovers, right? A clean slate,” Damien told his girlfriend as he began to feel her up while they watched the film, “I would prefer that you listen to Marlene a little less and me a bit more, though.”

“Yeah, you got a point there!” Cassidy laughed nervously as she kissed his face and enjoyed his hands roaming her body.

It was about twelve more minutes before the lust took over and the movie was forgotten for a bit, not that either minded ... they had DVR, after all. Before long, Cassidy was on Damien’s lap and he was inside her sweet snatch from beneath, while she rode him for all that she could take of the D. She couldn’t help it ... she needed him and she was truly scared of how close she had come to losing him by taking him for granted. In short order, Damien bottomed out inside his girlfriend as his hands explored her wonderful buns, bringing her the extra pleasure of knowing how much he enjoyed her body. All told, she now felt a lot better about their future, especially given what she had in mind for the real “honey-do” list.

Granted, the pizza timer went off and she had to let it beeping for a bit, letting the pizza overcook just a bit, because Cassidy was busy stealing Damien’s heart all over again. She rode him for a few more minutes, bringing him ever closer to his release as her warm twat milked his balls through his cock. Cassidy was so aroused herself and so close to a release that, as she came, she inevitably peed herself in her excitement, and thus Damien had to pull the pizza out of the oven while she wiped herself right after he spilled his load delightfully close to her cervix indeed. He just finished turning the oven off and setting the pizza down to cool as Cassidy grabbed him from behind and began kissing his neck all over again.