Bossman's List

by Ashlee Price

  I began to rock into her, reaching down with my finger and gently tweaking the swollen nub of her clit. I steadily increased the rhythm until I felt her tense and then she became a wild animal, thrashing against me. I knew she’d found the crest she was meant to share with me alone.

  She’d always been meant for me. I never asked for another present throughout my entire life.

  ~The End~

  The Virgin’s Dom

  Chapter 1 – Mariah

  “I don’t want to hear that again, Mariah. We’ve been together long enough that you should know by now that I’m not going to leave you.”

  I didn’t know that, but I wasn’t going to say it out loud. What had been a good night was now something more because Greg hadn’t gotten what he wanted. He was always like this when push came to shove and I didn’t give in to his demands.

  “You get what you want and I’m left out in the cold.”

  “That’s not true, Greg, and you know it. I’ll give you everything…”

  “You’ll give me everything but what I truly want.”

  I sighed to myself and got up from the edge of the bed. Too many of our nights were ending in this way. It was becoming hopeless. I didn’t want to live this way anymore, but my choices were few at the moment. Why couldn’t it go back to the way things were? Why did everything have to change?

  “I’m sorry, Greg, I’m just not ready yet.”

  “You’re nineteen.”

  I shook my head. I knew how old I was, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard this all before. It was the same argument over and over again.

  “I know, Greg. Just give me some more time. That’s all I’m asking for. Not forever, just a little more time is all. Why does it always have to be right now?”

  I could tell that I was just making him madder, so I tried to get him off the subject he was on and back to something that I could handle.

  “If you think I’ve been bad, Greg, you can always spank me.”

  His eyes darkened, and I could tell that he wanted to. It was a way for him to get it out, and we would both find pleasure in it. It wasn’t what he wanted, but there was always more than one way to satisfy an itch. It didn’t always have to be his way or nothing at all. I was just asking for a little compromise.

  “No, you’re not roping me into that again. Not until I get what I want.”

  I knew he wasn’t going to budge. This wasn’t the first time Greg had been this way. Last time he’d finally given in, but this time he just seemed angrier than ever. His green eyes flashed at me, and I was left unsure what I was supposed to do and how I was supposed to act.

  When Greg got mad, he started to slam everything, and although I wasn’t afraid he would hurt me, I still flinched a little anyways. I didn’t like all of the loud noises that made it hard to think.

  “I’m going out, Mariah.”

  “When are you going to be back?”

  I wanted a break, but I worried that I wouldn’t see him again. It was always the same abandoned feeling that came back from the past.

  “I don’t know if I’m coming back.”

  He knew that I feared him leaving me, and I had a good idea that was why he said it. Every time he would get mad, it was the first thing out of his mouth. My savior had turned into something else, and life wasn’t the way it used to be. The relationship was more complicated than it was worth sometimes.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You know what I mean, Mariah. If you’re not going to give me what I want, then I’m just going to have to go get it somewhere else. Isn’t that the way it is? You aren’t willing, and I’m sick of waiting.”

  It was like the last chance for me to finally give in. It wasn’t that big of a deal. That’s what I told myself, but I wasn’t ready, and I knew that no amount of bullying me was going to make me ready.

  After I didn’t say anything for a while, he made one last huffing sound and then walked out the door. It was the last time I was going to see him, I knew that, but I wasn’t sure how upset I was going to be about it. Greg had been there for me long ago – that was why I was with him – but I’d put up with a lot since then. He’d changed, and I was no longer in love with the man that he’d become. I couldn’t be in love with him like this.

  I cried for a little while, but it didn’t last long. Greg was going to be back, even if he said he wasn’t. And I wanted to be gone when he got there. It wasn’t going to change, even though he would try and I would try. Me not wanting to have sex was still going to be there, and it was only a matter of time before we were right back in the same situation we were now.

  It was time to move on. That was what I’d done when I’d gotten with him. He was the cop on duty who’d answered the call. Now it was time for me to go. He was no longer able to help me, but I was always going to have love for Greg. As much as I’d had, anyway. I didn’t know if I’d ever really loved him. I didn’t know if he’d ever really loved me, either. If he had, why wouldn’t he give me some time? If I loved him, wouldn’t I have been ready by now? Either way I looked at it, it came down to the idea that it wasn’t supposed to be.

  There wasn’t much to take with me, and I carried out only what I could fit into a duffel bag. It was what I’d brought when I came to live with him, and it seemed only fitting that this was what I would leave with. I still wasn’t sure of my destination, but I knew that I wanted to get out of here before he got back. Greg would be drunk and even harder to deal with than usual. I didn’t want to be around for that.

  ***

  “Thanks for letting me stay with you, Kimmie. I know that this is an imposition.”

  “No, girl it’s all good. I never get to see you anymore, so at least now we can hang out while you figure out your next move.”

  I thanked her again for letting me stay. I wasn’t sure what my next move was going to be, but I was already feeling better now that I was here. Kimmie was one of my old friends from high school, and she was also one of the few who still lived in Coloma. Everyone else had taken off to do bigger and better things. Me and her were still here, but that was something that I was about to change.

  “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  “It’s okay, Mariah. I know that you don’t want to go back to your folks’ house. No one would blame you for not wanting to go. You always have a place here with me.”

  “I’m lucky to have you as a friend.”

  She waved me off. We’d been through a lot together, and she knew that I would be there for her if she ever needed it. But it was me that needed a friend at the moment, and I was happy that Kimmie was still around.

  Kimmie asked if I was hungry, and I told her that I wasn’t. I was still upset about the argument with Greg, and the last thing on my mind was food. I didn’t want to do anything but sleep and cry at this point. She was right, though. I had to figure something out. The problem wasn’t going to solve itself, after all.

  I told her my plans and she shook her head. “You’re not going to go to bed and be sad. I won’t allow it. The only choice that you really have, Mariah, is wine or liquor.”

  It was the best choice that I could think of. I didn’t want to think about anything else. Leaving Greg had been harder than I would have imagined.

  “I don’t think wine is going to do it.”

  She brightened up, and the dark hair on her head shifted with her expression. The pixie cut was throwing me off, since it was the first time I’d seen it, but I was already getting used to it. It suited her for some reason, matching the tattoos that she’d started to collect. I liked to collect little glass eggs, but Kimmie collected tattoos that were slowly covering every empty spot of skin that she had left.

  When she came back with a couple of shot glasses and a fifth of vodka, I was happier than ever that Kimmie was still here. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Kimmie.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Really. You’ve been there for me more times than I can count, so let’s drink and think
about it.”

  “That’s the way it’s supposed to be, us here for each other. At least you didn’t take off like Sasha and Kallie did.”

  Kimmie looked away for a minute, and I had a feeling it was because she didn’t want me to see that maybe that was about to change.

  “What, you’re leaving Coloma too?”

  She still couldn’t look at me, and now I really felt like drinking. If my best friend was leaving, I had to ask myself what was still here for me.

  “When?”

  “In a couple of weeks, maybe sooner.”

  “Why?”

  “I got a job offer, and since I can’t really find anything around here, I need to take it. I can’t live on the wages that I’m making at the diner, and if I move, I’ll be able to get into some digital editing. It’s what I want to do, and I can’t do it here.”

  Sighing to myself, I was feeling the anxiety of the unknown coming back. “Where?”

  “New Orleans.”

  “Isn’t that where Sasha is?”

  Kimmie nodded absently and made a face when she shot the drink in her hand. The vodka was warm, but the burn was already sidetracking me from everything.

  “What is she doing down there?”

  She made a giggling sound and told me that I didn’t want to know.

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re the sensitive one and I don’t want to shock you.”

  “Come on, Kimmie, it can’t be that bad.” Just because I’d never done it didn’t mean that I didn’t know all about it. I did freakier things than most people would ever guess. I wasn’t exactly straight and narrow, I just had limits.

  “She’s working for some kind of kink club. Like fetishes and stuff.”

  Many things came to mind when she told me that, but I could have almost guessed that I was wrong on all counts. There were so many things that could have been put into the kink category, and although I was trying to not seem like such a baby about it, I really didn’t want to know what all Sasha was doing. I loved my friend, and I didn’t like the idea of her doing something like that, even if she wanted to. She’d always been a little out there, but we all were in a way. That was why we were such good friends. We’d been through a lot together.

  “As long as she’s happy.”

  “She is. From the sound of it, I don’t think she’s ever been happier. She keeps inviting me down there, and then I started looking into jobs and it just all fell into place.”

  “What are you going to do about, Charles?”

  Kimmie took another shot, making less of a face this time. If they were anything like mine, her taste buds were long since gone.

  “I don’t know. He can come or he can stay. I haven’t told him yet, but I’m going one way or another. I just can’t stay around here anymore, Mariah. It’s just a dead end. You should come with me. Then I wouldn’t have to go alone and you don’t have to be here without Sasha and me. Wouldn’t it be good if we could get the gang back together?”

  “What about Kallie?”

  “Kallie is in the wind right now. When I hear from her again, I’ll try to talk her into coming down. Come with me, Mariah, come on.”

  It was tempting, and after a couple more shots and a little more talk, I felt like I had my next move made. I was going to New Orleans. It sounded like a good place to start over again. I knew that my mind might change when I sobered back up, but it really felt like it was the right thing to do. Nothing was ever going to happen in the small town of Coloma.

  Chapter 2 – Mariah

  “I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe this is all a mistake.”

  Kimmie just sighed and kept driving. She didn’t slow down or anything else. She knew that I was freaking out and the best thing to do was to let me just chill out. I would work myself up, much like I had now, and I was close to a panic attack minutes later. What was I doing? I couldn’t just move across the country to somewhere I didn’t know but a couple of people. I didn’t even have a job. Greg had made sure that I didn’t have any money in my own account, and my ATM card for our joint account had stopped working. That left me with less than a thousand dollars and no idea what I was going to do.

  Everything was brighter around me and even the beating of my heart in my chest was loud enough to be unsettling. Everything about this day was unsettling, and the further south we got, the more nervous and doubtful I became. I didn’t want to do this.

  “I’m serious, Kimmie. Drop me off at a bus station. I’m going back.”

  “What are you going to go back to, Mariah? Your cop boyfriend who’s pushy and will start a fight if he doesn’t get his way? Or do you want to go back to the parents it took you years to get away from? Kallie and Sasha were right when they left Coloma. There’s nothing left for us there, and I’m ready to find something new.

  She was right, of course. I didn’t have any reason to be there. I already missed Greg, but it was a pain that I knew would subside daily until he was but a faint memory in the back of my mind. That was how I knew I was going to be okay, but the unknown scared me and I had to wonder if it was better to stay with the devil I knew.

  “Why do you have to say it like that?”

  “Because you’re freaking out and you’re packed and there are a hundred miles behind us. It’s too late to freak out, Mariah.”

  Kimmie knew me too well, but she was wrong about one thing. It wasn’t too late to freak out, not for me. It wasn’t convenient, and I wished I wasn’t like this. But I was, and now I wanted to back out. What would I do when I went back, though? She was right about there not really being anything for me there. I could get another job at one of the town’s couple of restaurants, or at a gas station, but there was nothing else in Coloma for me.

  “I’m not trying to.”

  “I know, Mariah. That’s why I’m not going to listen to you about it right now. I know this is the fear talking and soon you’ll see it differently.”

  “You seem pretty sure.”

  “You like the water and the sun. It’s already getting warmer, can’t you feel it?”

  I could feel the temperature difference, but it wasn’t enough to make all of the nonsense in my head go away. “Yeah, but I don’t see why that matters.”

  “Because it’s supposed to be seventy degrees today in New Orleans. It’s forty degrees right here. It’s going to start warming up, and then you’ll feel better. This doesn’t have to be forever. If we don’t like it we can leave and go back home.”

  “You already have a job lined up. I don’t know what I’m going to do for money and a job.”

  Kimmie shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “You’ll find something. Sasha says they are always hiring where she works.”

  I gave my friend a look. I now knew what Sasha did for a living, and it wasn’t something that I really wanted to get involved in. She was far more liberal with her sexuality than I was. It was good money, I’d heard it a million times, but I didn’t want to go there. I didn’t even want to think about it.

  “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

  Kimmie sighed and turned the radio back up. She wanted to end the conversation, and I welcomed the music loud enough to silence the thoughts in my head. It was just a trip with Kimmie. If I wanted to stay I could, but if not, I could always leave. That’s what I told myself to calm myself down a little bit. It didn’t have to be so dramatic. I just had to calm down. It was easier said than done, but I was working on it.

  ***

  “Come on, Mariah, get up.”

  “What, why?”

  “Because we’re here.”

  I opened my eyes. The sun was a lot brighter than I remembered. It felt like we’d been driving all day, and after hours in the car, my body was dying to unfold from its current position.

  “Are you serious?”

  I moved to get out of the car. I could tell that we were definitely not in Michigan anymore. It was a lot warmer, and I didn’t have to put on the jacket that
I’d brought with me. The most amazing part of it, though, was the fact that it was February and instead of being cold, everything was green and it was warm and sunny outside.

  “What do you think?”

  Kimmie had gotten out and was next to me. I was looking at the house in front of us. It had a boat tied to the porch and a huge pond in the middle of the yard. The house was not too big, but the location didn’t leave anything to be desired. I could be happy here, I thought to myself. I don’t know why, but I did feel a bit of peace come over me. Maybe it was because of the place, or maybe it was because it wasn’t where I’d just come from. Either way, I was happy to be there, and I was more than a little glad that Kimmie hadn’t listened to me when I told her to drop me off.

  “It’s so pretty here. I didn’t know it would be so different.”

  Everything looked different. It wasn’t just the color of all of the plants, but the plants themselves were ones I hadn’t seen before. Everything from the trees to the bushes looked different.

  “I know. Sasha sent me some pictures of this place and I’ve wanted to come down ever since.”

  I didn’t blame her. I could see where the draw was. It really was a pretty place.

  “So where is Sasha?”

  “She’s at work. I guess she tried to get off early, but her boss is a bit of a prick, so she left the key under the mat and told us just to make ourselves at home. She will be home around two.”

  “In the morning?”

  Kimmie nodded and went to the trunk to get our bags. I grabbed mine and followed her to the door. The stairs up to the house were high, and it was only then I realized how far off the ground it was. I made a comment to Kimmie, but she seemed to think that it was normal.

  “It floods here a lot. That’s why there’s a boat.”

  I looked around the yard and tried to figure how it would be with water covering everything. It was really hard to imagine. I couldn’t see it full of water like that, but Kimmie said it so matter-of-factly that I knew she wasn’t making it up.