week because it’s time you meet my family. I know you have met Rain and some of the others, but everyone is there on Sundays.”
My first response is absolute panic, and the flight instinct becomes hard to ignore. I bolt upright in the bed, moving away from his mind-bending touch so I can think without it for a second.
“I’m not ready to meet your mother, or face Rain as a couple. Him and Ailee had a huge fight about us.” I turn so I can look him in the eye. “Sal, it’s not a good idea. They won’t like me. It’s too soon, your wife just left. They all loved her, I’m the other woman. I think that’s possibly the worst idea ever.”
He looks disappointed at my response, like he expected me to be excited about it.
“I think they may surprise you, Bunny. I also wasn’t asking what you thought about it, I was telling you what I wanted.”
The conversation is over with that. He doesn’t care that I am afraid of meeting them. That rejection stings me more than others. I am inferior. Sal likes to be in charge, and I am just another thing he’s in charge of now.
With tears stinging the corners of my eyes at his dismissal, I lie back down on the pillow beside him and stare at the ceiling of his room, in his house, where his wife lived, and try not to feel like the worst human on earth.
“Don’t sulk, it gives away your age.”
He rolls, putting an arm over me, reminding me of the age difference I’d told myself didn’t matter.
“Act like a grown up and maybe you’ll fit in fine. I chose you for fuck’s sakes, Chelsey, and I am not going to hide you from them. They all know already.”
I sniff back my imminent tears and answer. “It’s fine, we’ll go, Sal.”
Whatever, it doesn’t matter because he will get what he wants anyway. He’ll touch me and make me feel good and cause me to surrender that way. This is just easier. Maybe I am being stupid and naive, or simply hormonal.
As he kisses my neck and bites along my collarbone, anything he said is soon forgotten, especially when his lips and tongue find their way between my thighs. This is what he does, he touches me and makes me stupid. My spine turns to jelly and I forget who I am.
His fingers curl inside me and I arch myself further into him. His tongue draws circles on my clit and his fingers push from the inside, making me quiver with the anticipation of my climax. My muscles tense and my thighs clamp closed, holding his head right there so he can’t stop the delicious feeling building inside me.
As I reach the point where I know it’s about to happen, he forces my legs open and stops. He slides all the way up my body, the tip of his cock teasing me, his weight stopping me from forcing it in.
Kissing my neck, he goes in agonizingly slowly and as he enters me, he says, “I kiss your neck because I know what it does to the rest of you, Bunny. I bite you here,” and he nips just below my ear, “because I know you feel it here.”
He thrusts hard and deep and my body responds, squeezing around him. Pushing himself up on one arm, he uses the other to slip between us and rub my already sensitive clit.
“Everywhere I touch you is with intent, Bunny. I know exactly what it does to you.” His strokes become faster, and I know that I am going to cum. “I like that I can do this to you, Bunny. I like making you quiver, and squeal. There’s no better feeling than knowing I did this to you.”
I don’t hear more. There are stars as I shake and my body feels heavy and light at the same time. Sal keeps going, until I am limp and soft in the aftermath of my orgasm. He pulls out and jizzes all over my stomach, marking his territory, reminding me who’s in control.
I sleep at home Saturday night. Sal has work and I don’t feel comfortable being alone in his house. I haven’t met his son. I’m sure he keeps us apart on purpose, and if he showed up I’d just die. Instead I spend the night catching up with my sisters and their lives.
Shaine has a girlfriend. I’ve known for two years now she’s a