Short Stories

Fantasy 3

"You dirty slut." I spat at Sullivan. He looked at me blankly before laughing. "Alright I'm done." I sat down in his bed with a frown. I'm trying to do what he likes and he's laughing at me.

"No Dare, please don't stop, keep going it'll get better I hope." He came and crawled on my lap. "How about we watch some porn for inspiration?"

"I thought calling you a dirty slut was what you wanted." I pouted.

"Mm it's about how you use it." He wrapped his hands around my throat in a tight grip. "You're getting hard from me choking you. You're such a dirty slut, for wanting me to abuse you. Say it, say I'm a dirty slut." I looked at him with low eyes getting turned on. He let go with a smile.

"Well you be dominate if you so good at it." I pouted.

"No, you got this. I like being used, not the other way around." I don't really have a preference. I can go for anything. I do often take control during sex but that's because Sullivan makes it easy to, I just don't know.

"Maybe some porn will help." I sighed. He nodded and climbed from my lap and turned on his laptop. He pulled up some video with a smaller guy and a bigger guy having sex.

"See this is a problem though because we're both pretty big guys." I commented. "I also don't enjoy the way he's moaning."

"Stop analyzing the porn and look at their dicks." Sullivan laughed. He looked over at me with a soft smile. "You know I love you."

"Mm." I nodded. "Do you know I love you?"

"I do, I'm smart like that." He turned to me and wrapped his hands around my neck.

"You are the smartest man I know."

"I'm offended who's the smartest woman?" He asked with a cute frown.

"Your mom for introducing us." He nodded with a grin. "I've been thinking,"

"Oh boy." He looked worried. I wrapped my hands around his waist to calm him down.

"No good thinking, I think I'm ready to move in with you." I smiled.

"You are?" He asked, sitting up. "Let's get your stuff right now." He tried getting off of me.

"Woah slow down Sully. I have to finish my lease first. Give me two more months, I mean we can start moving a few things in now." I shrugged.

"I want you living here now, actually I wanted you here weeks ago." He glared.

"I'm sorry baby, I wasn't ready." He nodded softly.

I have really bad PTSD and sometimes I wake up screaming from the nightmares. They've dulled over the years but at first I used to stay up waiting at my window thinking someone was coming to kill me, I would keep guns in my hand when I slept. It was bad even when I started dating Sullivan. He was scared that first night I woke him up by screaming out crying. It took us calling my mom in the middle of the night to help me calm down. I couldn't live with him and put him through that so when he asked the first time I declined. Now I have night terrors maybe twice a month so I'm getting better. Honestly having sex before bed works to ensure I won't have them. Sex not only calms me down but tired me out.

"Okay sometime this week we'll go get some more dressers and we'll move some of your things in." He smiled.

"Sounds like a plan. Now it's time for bed, we're painting the center tomorrow, remember." He nodded. "Give me kiss."

"Yes sir." He smirked before leaning down and kissing me.

*~*~*

I wiped my forehead then went back to pushing the roller up and down the walls. It was hot so I had my shirt tucked into my pants and my white beater was soaked. I needed a break but I was almost done.