Sin & Savior

CHAPTER 6, PART 2

Seraphina, on the other hand, was positively exhausted.

 "Why is there never any food in your refrigerator!" she exclaimed, before bemoaning his slovenly state—exasperated with the ritual of prodding him toward caring for himself she'd undergone time and time again. They hadn't been together for six months, and he'd already managed, in multiplicative fashion, to inform her that he was not long for this world. His eating habits were terrible, and his sleeping habits were even worse, but she stuck it out because she'd watched him bleed potential from each of his pores often enough to know there was gold there if only she'd remained steadfast in mining it.

"I'm sorry, Sera... I just... I'm lazy. School has been hell on me," he said, beleaguered by her criticisms. "Being swim captain, being one of the top three on the track team, and trying my best to compete academically with the top prospects of the class is fucking draining me dry. I try and tell myself to perform, but... there's only so much performance in the world, Sera... I'm sorry," he labored, under bated breath.

"Look..." she said, sullen and forlorn, "I'll help you shop, and I will even make your dinner this evening... IF... you take me to go and pick up groceries. Mission: Non-negotiable."

"Deal!" he stated, pouting his hips and thrusting his arms into the air with an upright zeal. "But... I have a special request," he muttered beneath his breath. "...I want—"

"Bison steaks," she cut him off mid-sentence.

"Erm... I guess?" he said, confused and uprooted, clinging to his hope that he'd have gotten asparagus that night, specifically.

"Can we also do—"

"Creamed pearl onions," she said, cutting him off once again.

"Uhhh... sure, I guess?" he bleated unsurely, fighting himself to extract the words he'd not believed in the slightest.

"Great!" she said, jumping and lilting her ankles outward at the height of her vertical while clapping. "And, if you be a good boy all day long: I might just give you a surprise..." she said, sashaying forward slowly, sauntering her curvaceous hips towards him, knowing of the power she'd held over him. His masculinity wilted beneath the relentless pursuit her feminine energy made towards him, and as he buckled into a shrinking monolith, he exclaimed, "Leave me alone, you goddamn tease..." but, no sooner than he'd said it, she'd planted her hand against the bulge beneath his jeans, bothering his manhood with unrighteous agitations.

She'd done this before many times: her ministrations were how she kept him under control whenever she'd felt him slipping away, intent to stray on her, given that she'd not yet extended her purity and chastity to him. She could tell he wanted a virgin, and she didn't need to determine why in order to determine exactly how she could manipulate it to his detriment and her benefit. He was barely able to contain himself, and she knew it. They'd engaged in this song and dance many times: her sexual energy was too powerful for him to ignore or deny, else he'd have done it already.

He hadn't taken her out on a proper date in six months—nearly as long as they'd been together. They'd only ever met up at each other's homes or on campus—a reality Seraphina was incredibly discontented by. He'd pretended as if she'd only mentioned it a handful of times, although for her, it was a constant topic of conversation. She knew that she would never give him anything he wanted until he began first acquiescing to her desires, but he remained staunch on his square in his ideal that "Women didn't deserve proper dates until they'd done something worthy of one," although he'd never provided her with a clinical definition of what such "provision" might manifest itself as. As wonderful a job he'd done at selling—she was not buying it.