“Without any bondage at all and everything. Then edged again before work and when I left I was antsy and whining, throwing myself into work like before. He had fucked me in perverse ways, cut me, made me fear for my life, kept me safe, lecherously licked my tears, castrated me from orgasms for days at a time, and always, always taken care of me with every game. “Now it’s your turn.”
“My turn?”
He winked and lifted a remote until music played throughout his wide living room. She shifted, a soft purring snore escaping her, and I smiled, reaching slowly to my nightstand to grab the piece of jewelry this whole thing had really been about. She’d cried and whimpered and begged and sobbed in anguish and she’d taken it, taken me. Like with everything else, he took over and he didn’t ask. “My, little Tuesday. I buried my face in his shoulder, blushing but delighted, when the introduction said the phrase “annual burlesque show”.
