My Sweetheart's Psyche

Impatiently Waiting

Victor's lips explored my neck, his hand rubbed me through my panties. I let out a content hum as he did. I was very used to his gentle-but-aggressive way of having sex by now. I wouldn't say the sex itself was predictable, but Victor certainly was. For example, I had a pretty good idea of what would happen next.

"Anna?" He murmured gently.

"Hmm?"

"Tell me what you did with him."

I couldn't help the exasperated sigh that left my lips. There it was. I knew it was coming, it happened every time, and yet, somehow, I was always surprised. Mostly by his childish behavior.

"Victor, do we really need to do this again?" I grumbled. "For once, can't we just skip it and fuck?"

He smiled. "I like the attitude, but come on, tell me. I want to know what he did to you while I was gone. I need to thoroughly cleanse anywhere he touched and make sure I've marked it as my own."

"Mark? God, am I a woman or a fire hydrant?"

"Anna."

"Fine!" I cried, crossing my arms in frustration. "For your information, he didn't touch me anywhere. We were exhausted after the wedding and went straight to bed. Okay? Arthur hasn't shown up yet, and none of the others did anything to me."

He scoffed. "Yeah? Then what about this?"

He grabbed my wrist and held it up. A purplish-yellowish bruise stared at me. I was shocked. I'd actually forgotten I even had it.

"Oh. That's not from them. I hurt myself in the attic the other day," I explained.

"Attic? What were you doing up there?"

"Inspecting it. The storm the other day was bad, so I was checking for leaks. The power went out and I knocked my wrist into something."

He looked at my wrist a second, turning it to see all angles of the bruise. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. A snicker escaped his lips.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just..." He paused a moment. "Well, I thought one of them gave this to you. Here I was, wondering about how I could possibly compete with whatever wild night gave you this. Turns out, you're just a klutz."

"Oh, good," I said, snatching my wrist away. "Now that that's settled, you can go fuck yourself."

He chuckled softly and laced his fingers with mine. "Come on, even you have to admit that was pretty klutzy."

I pouted. "Maybe."

He kissed my lips gently. His body pressed against mine. Despite his gentleness, there was a devious look in his eyes.

"More importantly, according to you, you apparently, haven't had sex since the last time I was here. Not that I blame you. After all, none of them could possibly satisfy you the way I can." He leaned in and grazed my neck with his teeth. "Go ahead, try and tell me your body isn't just begging to be touched right now."

I swear, he could be such an egotistical jerk sometimes. Which only made it worse that he was right.

My body already felt electrified. Every nerve was standing on end, begging for him to touch me more. He was right, I hadn't had sex since the last time he was here. What was that? Almost a week now? Maybe it wasn't a long time for most people, but it was a long time for me.

By this point, my body had gotten used to being fucked to the point of exhaustion by Jack and Victor. Luckily, we had a good arrangement to help balance it. Wild sex one day, a day or two to recover, then one of them usually showed to repeat it all over again. If we had sex two days out of the week, then that was a bad week. Going almost a full week without having sex with either one of them? I was practically starved for his touch.