The Chair

Chapter 6

“How was the movie?” he murmured in between kisses along my neck and jaw.  That's different.  He never asks me about anything life related.  Since when did my dream lover become interested in anything other than sex.

“I would tell you if I had actually watched it,” I answered.  “What do you mean?” he asked, “I bet Jennifer was disappointed.”  Since when does he even know about Jen?  What is going on?  “She canceled.  Sick baby,” I whispered.  “So, what did you do?  Hang out with Dave?” he asked.  Dave too?  “No, I used the VIP pass,” I answered, “by myself.”  He hesitated for just a moment, I almost didn't catch it.  “You used the pass, but didn't watch the movie?” he questioned.  “Yes,” I answered.  He actually stopped, “So, what did you do?”  “Drank champagne and had oral sex,” I whispered, kissing along his shoulder, trying to get him back into it.  He wasn't biting, “Someone touched you?”  There was a hint of danger in his voice.  “Yes,” I answered, not knowing where this is going.

He was gone so quick, as if, he just disappeared into thin air.  I heard a loud thump and what sounded like splintering wood.  I sat up, startled, “What's going on?”  I felt for the blindfold, ready to take it off.  Then stopped, afraid to.  Since when do figments of my imagination become angry and violent.

He didn't say anything.  “McDreamy?” I asked hesitantly, “Are you there?”

“What?” I detected a little bit of confusion in his growl.

“I don't know your name so we call you McDreamy,” I hesitated again, “You know.  Grey's Anatomy?”  “I don't know what you're talking about,” he growled.  “You're my dream guy, McDreamy,” I explained further, my voice a little high.  “We?” he asked, “Who's we?”  “Me and Jen,” I answered, “I tell her all about my steamy dreams.”  “Oh, right, dreams,” realization dawned on him.  He was calming a little.

“I need to know exactly what happened,” he said.  I could hear clothes rustling.  He must be getting dressed.  I pulled the sheet up to cover myself, suddenly self-conscious.  What is going on?  Why is this so weird now? 
“Start with right before you drank the champagne,” he ordered.

I felt the bed give next to me.  His arm slipped around me and he hugged me close.  I felt an instant calm come over me.  “Start,” he ordered.  I just started talking, telling him everything, starting from the beginning, right up to going to sleep.  Even things that I didn't want to tell him.  Embarrassing things.  Things that I knew would anger him, but couldn't stop myself.  A detailed rendition of my first experience with oral sex.  He stiffened a few times, but didn't punch anymore walls.  He asked some questions and I felt compelled to answer, in brutal honesty.

Finally, a relief came over me.  I relaxed and melted into him, about to fall asleep.

Then he said, “You're not going.”  “Huh?” I mumbled.

“When they send the car, you're not going,” he stated as fact.

I instantly became alert, “Yes, I am!  I have to!”

“No, you're not!” he stated with finality.

“You, McDreamy, are just a figment of my imagination.  You don't get to tell me what to do!” I yelled, getting angry, shoving him away from me.  More like shoving myself away from him because he didn't budge.

“A figment of your imagination,” he growled dangerously, “That, I am not!”  “Yes, you are!” I bit back.

“No, I’m not,” he said, calmer, “Take off the blindfold.”  I hesitated.  “Now!” he commanded.  I felt my hand slowly rise, as if it had a mind of it’s own, and take the blindfold off.  I kept my eyes closed.  “Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.  I felt compelled to open my eyes and did.