2:30 PM. My apartment bed. City buzz throbs below like a heartbeat. I pull him close. Frédéric. His head sinks on my shoulder. Breath slow, almost sleep. But eyes flicker. I whisper, ‘You can do it again. If you want.’ His lips crash mine. Silences me.
We melt. My fingers rake his hair. Neck. He peppers kisses. Cheek. Throat. Earlobe. Shivers rip through me. No words needed. Last night’s flip? Feels ancient. Eternal love. Bullshit history fades. His romance infects. Why fight? No harm.
The Mutation
His type? Pure gold. Flashback hits. That bar. Post-work ritual. Lemon tea. Tears erupt. Sobs shake me. Hands hide face. Shame burns. Then, soft hand. Fingers. Ear. Hair. Gentle. Floodgates burst. Then calm.
Unveil. Shock. Young guy across table. Small. Hands napkin. Eyes lock. Pure. Tender. ‘Hi.’ Frozen. He leans. Wipes cheeks. Deep breath. Holds it. Releases. ‘Better?’ ‘Yeah.’ Child voice. He smiles. Grabs hand. Trust surges. Eyes scream safety.
Blurt: ‘Bitch ripped my heart. Lesbian dump.’ Curse like trucker. Shame. Rise. He caresses hand. Regret. ‘No need to go.’ Flee.
Next days. He paid tea. Wait. Ghost. Week later. Street. Him with skinny girl. Hate her. My 125kg? No match. Duck.
‘Hi.’ Hand grabs mine. Her behind. ‘Frédéric. Sister Sarah.’ Smiles match. ‘Charlotte?’ Agree dinner. Her birthday. No choice. Hug. Kiss cheek.
Friday. Wired. Prep autopilot. Bar. Late. They rise. Handshake. Hugs. Blush.
His place. Pampered. Princess. Noodles. Bolognaise. Veggies. His art. Blush. Omelettes legend. Laughs explode. Months dry.
The Exploit
Movie. Schindler’s List. Glue. Tissues fly. Girl in red coat. Sobs. His hand mine. End. Neeson breaks. He cracks. Grip tight. Sarah clings him. I stroke. Smile.
Ice cream. Jokes. Laughs roar.
Walk home. Hand holds. Natural. Shadows mock? Laurel and Hardy. ‘Bother you?’ ‘Idiots everywhere. Ignore.’ Door. Offer in. No. Paper. ‘Call anytime. Felt your edge. Sarah adores. Feeling.’ Tears. Hug. Back strokes. Hair. ‘Friend forever.’ Tighten grip. Don’t let go.
Mutation hits. Mask cracks. Power surges. City lights pulse outside. Adrenaline spikes. Pull him in. Door slams. Pin to wall. Small frame crushes under my weight. Lips devour. Hands rip shirt. Buttons fly. Chest exposed. Nipples hard.
Domination mission launches. Throw to bed. Straddle. 125kg throne. Grind hips. His gasp. ‘Take it.’ Cock hard. Rip pants. Free it. Slam down. Stretch me full. Bounce. Flesh slaps. Sweat flies. Command: ‘Beg.’ He moans. ‘Please.’ Faster. Crush. Power electric.
Climax mission. Walls clench. Ride savage. He bucks. Fills me. Roar. Waves crash. Victory.
Ombre falls. Dawn city hum. Clean up. Normal mask on. Lawyer life calls. Secret burns inside. Stronger. Unbreakable. He sleeps. Smile. Heroine hides. World none wiser.