Cash must have heard my phone through the walls. I heard the door open and shut, and Cash’s shoes click across the hardwood, footsteps echoing off the empty walls.
“What are you doing?” he asked when he found me.
“I don’t know. You seem upset with me. You seemed like you wanted to be left alone,” I lamented.
“Why would I be upset with you?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. But you made a big scene slamming the bedroom door and shit,” I explained.
“I’m just upset, I’m not upset with you. I’m upset that this happened. That’s all. You had a bad feeling and wanted to leave and I made you stay and I feel like shit about it. If I wouldn’t have made you stay none of this would have happened,” he said.
“It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. It’s no one’s fault but Hunter’s for being a fucking creep,” I ventured.
“I’m supposed to go out to the cabin with my brother next week. I kind of want to cancel, I don’t want to leave you here alone,” he persisted. I shrugged my shoulders.
“I really don’t think it’s that kind of situation,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“It probably isn’t. I don’t know. I’m on edge,” he said, running his hand through his hair and pacing.
“What can I do to help take you off edge?” I teased.
“I don’t know. Come home, for starters. Don’t sit alone in the dark in your empty apartment,” he sighed.
“Okay. I’m sorry. I think we both need a distraction. Let’s go move some furniture around,” I suggested.
“No, why? That sounds terrible. I like where all of my furniture is. I don’t want to do that,” he laughed.
“Not your furniture. My furniture. So we can get into the closet and the dresser and relocate their contents so we don’t have to use electrical tape next time,” I hinted.
“Are you sure you want to do that? After what just happened?” Cash bleated.
“Jesus Christ. I’m not like, fucking, traumatized. Nothing even happened. Besides, I didn’t say you were going to get to use any of it on me. Just that we could get it ready and accessible for next time,” I insisted.
“Fair enough,” he chuckled, “come on.” I hopped out of the windowsill and took his outstretched hand. I followed him back to the apartment and into the guest room. We pushed all of my crap out into the hallway except my couch, which Cash sat on as I decided which instruments looked fun and which looked scary. I grabbed a plastic tote leftover from my move and tossed in the tools I wanted to take back to our bedroom.
“This looks like it could be interesting,” I said, holding up a leather collar with chains and loops.
“Uh, no. That can stay in here,” Cash insisted.
“Why? I feel like I could totally get into getting dragged around the bed on a leash, kind of pull on it while you’re fucking me from behind. I could definitely-“
“Yeah, I could get into that too,” Cash interrupted, “But no. The collar is like a symbolic thing. Marking my ownership. Like the necklace I made Claire wear that time, I don’t own you I don’t want to put you in a collar.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I scoffed, tossing the collar back into the closet. He could have explained that without mentioning Claire. Although, my ex did just pull way crazier shit than she did. I still didn’t want to hear her name. I shut the closet door and moved over to the dresser. I tossed a few vibrators into the tote and opened the next drawer.
“I don’t understand butt plugs. It’s the unsexiest name of any sex toy, ever. Why do you have eighty of them? And this one has to be novelty sized, right?” I asked, laughing.
“Have you ever used one?” Cash asked.
“No, I really don’t see the point. I’ve never really had interest in them, at all,” I admitted.
“They have a lot of points. First of all, they’re great during sex, for you, and for me. They add a lot of interesting pressure and create new sensations. They are also fun for foreplay. It keeps sex on your mind. Like if you put one in and just wear it while we’re sitting on the couch, or wear one out to dinner, every time you shift in your seat or take a step you’ll be reminded of what’s going to happen later and it keeps you wet,” he explained. I cleared my throat.
“Okay, so I’m starting to see that they might have some appeal. But I’m not really that into the sensation of anal, I still don’t think I’d like that,” I offered.
“It’s a completely different sensation though. It’s probably the friction that you don’t like about anal sex. These are like the fullness and pressure without the friction. Pick one out and bring it here, let’s try it,” he suggested. I shrugged my shoulders and picked out the smallest, least offensive hunk of silicone. Cash pulled a small bottle of lube out of his pocket.
“You just keep lube in your pocket?” I teased.
“You hinted at the possibility of drunken bathroom booty. I didn’t want to have to resort to whatever scented lotion or hair conditioner we could find,” he laughed.
“Fair enough. What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Come bend over my lap,” he prompted, scooting to the edge of the sofa.
“Bend over your lap?” I scoffed.
“Yeah, bend over my lap. Like you’ve been a bad girl and are about to get a spanking,” he ordered. I trembled and complied. I sank to the floor at his side and draped myself across his knees. He lifted my dress and pulled my thong aside. I gasped as he laid a firm smack across my exposed backside. He squirted lube from the bottle onto my skin and rubbed it around with his finger, pressing lightly on my hole. I breathed deeply and relaxed, letting him enter. He pulled his finger out and inserted the tip of the plug. It was wider than his finger and met resistance.
“Stay relaxed,” he whispered, stroking my hair. I took another deep breath as the widest part of the toy breached my body and it popped into place. My body pulsed as Cash reached down to stroke my clit. I rolled my hips, and my breathing grew heavy.
“Not bad, right?” he asked.
“Well, it’s not… it’s not terrible,” I breathed. He stopped stroking me and led me to get up. I stood and he pulled my hips towards him, ushering me to straddle his lap. He guided my hips to grind against him as he kissed me. He reached between my legs and slid his fingers across my pussy. He found the string to my tampon and gave it a small tug.
“Nope. Stop,” I choked, shooing his hands away.
“I’m sorry,” he laughed, “I just really want to be inside you.”
“I want you inside me, too,” I groaned, pressing my head into his chest, “It’s just so messy.”
“Let’s go fuck in the shower. It will all wash right down the drain,” he suggested.
“Yeah, okay. Fine,” I conceded, kicking off my heels. I headed towards the bathroom, climbing over the furniture in the hall, Cash following. I tried to go in alone and close the door.
“I need in there, too,” he laughed.
“Just… just give me a minute,” I yelped, pushing him back out.
“I want to pull the string,” Cash snickered as I closed the door.
“I’m going to change my mind if you don’t stop being gross,” I shouted.
I draped my dress over the doorknob and jumped under the running water. I called for Cash to come in. He quickly pulled off his clothes and joined me in the shower.
“Fuck, do I need a condom since you forgot your birth control?” he asked, as he pushed me against the wall and kissed my neck.
“Probably, but just pull out it’ll be fine,” I assured him. He grabbed my hips and spun me away from him. I braced myself on the wall as he pressed into me. He slid two fingers inside of me and gently wrapped his other hand around my throat. I could feel his erection pressing into the small of my back; the height difference was going to be an issue. I turned and sank to my knees, taking him into my mouth. Water beat down on my back as I sucked his dick like I was trying to drain his soul from his body.
“St
op,” he gasped as he pushed my head away and joined me on his knees on the floor of the tub.
“Why?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Because, I was about to come,” he replied, pulling me into a kiss. He twisted my hips to motion that I should turn around. I faced away from him on my hands and knees. I cried out as he pushed himself inside of me. The sensation of having both holes filled made my limbs shake. His thrusts began dislodging the plug, and he pressed on it with his thumb to keep it in place. He reached under me with his free hand to rub my clit. My body pulsed. My arms became weak and buckled; I dropped my head to the floor. He pulled my hips up, scooting me backwards. Every muscle on my body tensed and released, tensed and released. Cash began twisting the plug, removing it as I climaxed. He drove his dick in its place, and I felt him throb as he came. He pulled out quickly and stood. He held out his hand to help me up. I was shaking.
“Sorry,” he laughed, holding me to his chest.
“Warn a bitch,” I stammered. The water was growing cold. We rinsed off quickly. Cash hopped out first and brought me clothes from the dryer, which he had restarted while waiting to gain entrance to the bathroom so they’d be warm after our shower. This made me smile stupidly. We pushed all of my crap out of the hallway and back into the bedroom. I carried the tote of toys into Cash’s closet and met him on the couch. I snuggled into his side.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Stop asking me that every thirty seconds. Anyway, I had to request off Monday for my doctor’s appointment. I guess I’ll go talk to Diana about getting out of my lease,” I stated, changing the subject.
“What time are you trying to go down there? I’ll take off too,” Cash offered.
“You really don’t need to do that. I’m not actually going to let you pay out my lease. I don’t feel like being indebted to you for thousands of dollars,” I laughed.
“But, if I come, I don’t think she’s gonna actually make you pay. Between you and me, I think that-“
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Diana wants to fuck you. I picked up on that. Gross,” I scoffed.
“Eh. What’s the point of being young and attractive if you can’t exploit it for financial gain,” he teased.
“You know, that’s exactly what my college roommate said before she decided to drop out and become a stripper,” I quipped back. Cash shrugged and kissed me.
“You’ve only got, what, two, three months left on your lease?” he asked.
“Two,” I replied.
“Well. I don’t think we’ll have an issue getting her to let you out two months early. And you wouldn’t exactly be indebted to me for thousands of dollars over two months rent,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Well, I had to pay first and last when I moved in, so it would really only be one month I’d have to pay out, right?” I asked.
“Yeah. See, it’s fine. I’m going to bed, it’s like three AM. You coming?” he asked as he stood, rubbing his eyes.
Monday morning we went to talk to Diana. Cash flirted, it was disgusting, she let me out of my lease with no penalty. He teased me about it relentlessly. I’m steadfast in my opinion that it is not something to be proud of. I left Cash in the lobby and headed towards my appointment to get stabbed in the ass cheek by a needle to prevent unwanted pregnancy. I returned home to find Cash arguing on the phone.
“No, man. I’m not… because! I don’t want to! It shouldn’t require… because. Fuck, dude. No…. Alright! Fine! Yeah. Okay. But…” he paused as he became aware of my presence, “We’ll talk later. But yeah, I guess. I fucking hate you. Bye.”
“Was that your brother?” I asked.
“Yeah, how’d you guess?” Cash laughed.
“Sounds just like the last argument I walked in on at your mom’s. What did he talk you into?” I queried.
“Nothing. It’s-“
“Don’t pull that ‘nothing’ shit. From where I’m standing you both look super fucking shady. Why can’t you just tell me?” I whined.
“He just... he wanted me to score some blow for our trip,” he sighed.
“Where are you going to get it?” I asked.
“I know a person,” he replied, dismissively.
“It’s not, like… that person, is it?” I accused.
“What person?” he challenged.
“You know who I’m talking about. Don’t make me say the name,” I groaned.
“Voldemort? Are we talking about Voldemort?” he teased.
“No, damn it, I’m serious. You’re not talking about her, are you?” I asked.
“No. I’m not. There’s a guy at work… How’d your doctor’s appointment go?” Cash asked, trying to change the subject.
“Fine. I’m pregnant,” I stated. Cash dropped his glass, sending water splashing everywhere.
“Say… say that again? What?” he stammered, as he clumsily tried to save his cell phone and the remote control from the spreading puddle of water.
“I’m kidding. I got my shot, we’re good to go for another three months,” I said as I threw him a towel.
“Don’t… don’t do that. That’s not funny,” he sighed.
“I thought it was hilarious,” I laughed.
“My balls are in my throat right now. I’m glad you think that’s hilarious,” he retorted.
“Wow. Would it really be that bad if I was?” I asked.
“Yes! It would be terrible. Unplanned pregnancies are a bad time. It would just be bad all the way around. You have to take that shot again three months from, when? Today? I’m setting a reminder on my phone,” he stressed.
“Wow. Okay. Think we’re at the point in this relationship where we need to talk about what we want out of the future?” I inquired.
“Do you want a baby right now? You fucking crazy person?” he protested.
“No, not right now,” I admitted.
“I don’t like… never want children. But I’d like to maybe, I don’t know, be married first. A homeowner. Have a yard and a golden retriever,” he explained.
“Fair enough,” I conceded.
“If you were, we’d make it work. It’s just not a good joke,” he sighed. I sat down next to him.
“Okay. I get it. I’m sorry. Anyway we need to still use an alternative method of birth control for about a week, but other than that we’re good to go,” I stated.
“Does coming on your face count as an alternative method of birth control?” he teased.
“Probably not, but you should do it anyway,” I purred as I climbed into his lap, kissing his neck.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m not… I need a minute. I have like, an anti-boner right now. I’m pretty sure my dick turned inside out and retreated into my body. I think it’s a vagina now. I think that makes you a lesbian, how do you feel about that?” he laughed.
“Oh my God. Get over it. Don’t be so fucking sensitive,” I scowled.
“I need to get this water out of the rug or it’s going to sit there and warp the wood. Can you grab the carpet shampooer out of the hall closet?” he asked, nudging me off his lap. This is the only time I can recall being rejected by Cash. I have to admit it stung a little. I sauntered off to the hall.
“Cash?” I called.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“Why do you have a fucking dog cage in your hall closet?” I asked, walking back towards the living room, dragging the carpet cleaner.
“Because it’s too big to go anywhere else without getting in the way,” he laughed.
“Okay. But why do you have it? I thought you said you’ve never had a dog,” I queried.
“Really, babe?” he sighed.
“Yeah, really… why’d you tell me you’ve never had a dog if you’ve had a dog?” I argued.
“I have never had a dog,” he stated.
“Then why do you have a giant fucking… Oh. Oh. Is it for women?” I whispered.
“Ding ding ding,” he chided.
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��Sorry that I don’t immediately think, ‘oh, you could use this for fucking,’ with every mundane household object I see,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Maybe you should start. Change the way you look at the world. Anything can be a sex toy,” he chuckled.
“Do you miss it?” I asked, sincerely.
“Miss what? Using the cage?” he inquired.
“That, and just… I don’t know. The whole lifestyle you had before me. The ‘not better but different,’ do you miss it?” I pushed.
“There are parts of it that I guess I wish you would be more into. Kind of wish there was more dialogue. But you made it very clear you don’t want to be talked to like shit. I don’t say much out of fear that I will cross the line into talking to you like shit. I wish there was a little more actual submission from you, a desire to please me and do as you’re told,” he explained.
“Okay? I didn’t fucking ask? Thank you for taking that and turning it into an opportunity to fucking critique me. I wish you had two cocks and four tongues but we don’t always get what we want, do we,” I snapped.
“Wow. First of all, I am not, by any means, critiquing you. Second of all, why are we not at a place where we can have open and candid discussions about sex? You’re not doing anything wrong, you have nothing to get defensive about. I am simply expressing my sexual desires. It’s not a reflection of you, at all,” he argued.
“You just said that you wished I cared more about pleasing you. That’s insulting,” I scoffed.
“I don’t… I don’t mean it that way. I mean when we’re playing rough specifically, like, just… wanting to do as your told. It’s not that you don’t please me. You do. So much. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s not that big of a deal. I love you,” he sighed.
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