I gasped when he slid two more fingers in, filling me in a different way. But my innocent shock didn’t last too long. My legs soon fell open, my breaths becoming shorter as he pumped his hand into me.
I opened my eyes to the sight of us in the mirror and nearly gasped again at the sight.
Victor loomed over me, a tattooed demon with a merciless agenda. He had one sleeved arm wrapped around my neck, and the other one flexed and rolled as he worked my pussy. As for me, I looked like something fallen with my legs spread so wide to accommodate his hand pumping into my sex.
Thick waves of lust rippled through me, and soon, I was glistening with need.
“Victor…” I started to whine.
His hand became rougher between my legs, fingers plunging as the ball of his palm pressed into my clit. My pussy was heavy and aching now. So slick, his fingers easily moved inside me, deeper and deeper, as I humped my hips into his hand.
Victor eased away from my clit and nipped at my ear. It was a warning. He didn’t like when I came too quick.
But his warning sent electric bolts of pleasure straight down to my pussy, making the building fire even worse. The feel of his cock against my ass…so close to the back of my pussy, but still too far, was killing me. My nipples were tight, painful buds now. And though what he was doing to my pussy had felt good—so good—when I woke up. It soon began to fill me with a deep, aching hurt.
“Victor,” I pleaded. I squirmed against his hand, wanting…needing more.
My husband…he could be a monster sometimes. But not that morning.
He rolled me over. He held my gaze in his as he…
I moaned when he thrust into me with one hard stroke. That brought a smile to his face. No more mirror. He looked me deep in the eye as he started moving inside of me. Soon, I was moaning again. So loud, he nipped my shoulder.
Not yet, not yet….
No, this wasn’t a dream. But Victor did the thing that he used to only do in my dreams. The disturbing ones that made me cry for what we’d lost. Even though we’d only been eighteen. Like that Khalid song. Young and dumb for sure, even though only one of us was broke.
Not yet…
But it was his kiss that broke me. It was entirely to blame for me gasping against his mouth as an orgasm overtook me, sudden as a tsunami without any warning sirens.
Forget not yet. The orgasm that crashed over me swept Victor up too. His lips fell away, and he banged his fists into the pillow beside my head. In the next moment, his body went rigid, and he emptied inside of me.
Victor, let out a little chuff when he was done. Like the intense climax had taken him by surprise, as well, even though he was the one who had kick-started it in the first place.
We fell back on our separate pillows. Looked at each other. Then laughed.
He rarely vocalized, but this morning was different. Our laughter filled up the room.
Until Victor reached into my nightstand.
“What are you….” I started to ask.
Then trailed off when he brought out the back massager I hadn’t bothered to use in over two months.
My throat dried. Okay, new question: “What are you going to do with that, Victor?”
He answered that question in his usual fashion…silent and ruthless.
A couple of orgasms later, we once again hit our separate pillows. My body was still trembling from way more stimulation than I was used to in the morning.
But Victor just grinned and signed, “Breakfast after my workout and shower?”
“Yep!” I signed and said back.
He pressed his mouth to mine for a hard parting kiss before rising from the bed.
A weird but vaguely familiar feeling stole over me as I watched him leave the room after pulling on a pair of gym shorts. It had been so long since I felt this way, it took me a few more heavy breaths to label it.
Happy. I felt happy, lying in bed after getting thoroughly morning sexed by the silent beast. I’d only agreed to Victor’s version of Operation Good As New so that I could present my thesis on May 25th and earn my MFA. But I had to admit….
I didn’t hate this. Just the opposite. I was glad that I took the deal.
“This is a reminder. Take your pill,” the Alexa device chimed on the nightstand. “This is a reminder. Take your pill.”
“Thanks, Alexa,” I said, meaning it.
Taking my birth control every morning at the same time was more important than ever these days. I padded to the bathroom to pull this month’s vacuum pack of pills out of my toiletries bag.
No matter how happy I felt, this was an illusion. One that couldn’t go on past May 25th. I popped today’s pill with a handful of tap water. Vowing to remember that.
Victor and I went through our usual school day morning routine, after that bout of morning sex. He jogged down to the never-used-by-me basement to do his morning exercises. He’d cleared a spot out and ordered a bunch of weights, martial arts weapons, and workout equipment that had come the very next day. So now it looked like a state-of-the-art gym down there.
Meanwhile, I took my pill and a leisurely shower. Then I read the latest translated volume of the Toilet-bound Hanako-Ku manga on the couch in the room, I had started to think of as ours over the last two months.
When Victor came back through to use the shower after his workout, I put my manga down and went downstairs to reheat the last of the Korean porridge I’d made Wednesday night on top of the stove. Sometimes I tried to squeeze some last-minute homework in during this part of the routine. But Jacoby had canceled the second half of our Monday, Wednesday, and Friday Thesis Production seminars for the rest of the semester so that we’d have more time to prepare our final projects. That meant I didn’t have anything to present or turn in today.
Maybe I’ll make us something special tonight, I decided as I added a packet of some protein powder Victor swore by into his bowl of porridge. I’d been cooking more healthy again now that I had a fitness nut living with me. But since I had a little extra time on my hands, maybe I could make a three-course meal, with soup and dessert.
Oooh… I excitedly began looking up ideas for three-course meals.
“What are you doing?” Victor asked when he came downstairs dressed in his usual suit. No tie today, though.
“You’ll see,” I sing-songed in answer to his question, delighted with my secret plan. But then I had to ask, “Can you make Wayne take me to the grocery store after school?”
I knew the day guard’s name now. Another benefit of this game of pretend. Victor had told me all about the grizzled day guard, including his history as a Red Diamond and his semi-retirement as my driver/guard. “I promise not to buy any alcohol, but I really want to shop for myself today.”
Victor considered the request, tilting his head slightly to the side. He seemed to be making a decision when he signed, “You can have alcohol if you want. I won’t stop you.”
Excitement bloomed inside of me at the thought of being able to drink for the first time in nine years.
But then I remembered the sight of my mother in that hospital bed. Of taking out the trash after dinner and finding the recycling filled with empty bottles—both the trashcan in the kitchen and the big blue one she kept outside for pickup. Of how she tried to day drink right before the surgery. Just like I used to before Victor cut me off.