Stefan stood at the sink with his back to me, his frustration apparent in the loud clinking of the dishes he washed.
“Do you enjoy watching us fuck?” I took a sip of my coffee and set the mug down on the kitchen table behind me, waiting for his response.
His body tensed, hands going still. A plate clattered to the bottom of the wash basin. He turned, wearing a look of surprised embarrassment.
“What did you just say?”
My fingers found the small decorative piece of metal in the depths of my robe pocket. I pulled it free and tossed it onto the counter. He watched the silver pip of his insignia skid across the surface. It came to rest in a puddle of soapy water.
“I asked if you enjoy watching us fuck. Or, does it just make you angrier?”
Stefan pulled his eyes away from the pip to look at me. “Where did you find that?”
“In my wardrobe. It must have come loose the last time you hid in there.” I fiddled with the belt on my robe as though to adjust it, letting the front open a little wider.
Stefan flushed, his eyes flickering over the smooth expanse of skin between my breasts. He wet his lips and tore his gaze away to meet mine. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not planning to tell Erich about your voyeurism. It’s rather exciting, really, knowing you watch.”
I ran a finger down the row of buttons on his uniform. The metal made quiet clicks against my fingernail. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand away.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He spoke in low, clipped syllables. His nails cut half-moons into my skin.
“What excites you most? Is it the vile things I let him do to me or the simple thrill of watching?”
He thrust his face close to mine, rage darkening his features. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“I’m not the one spying on my superior officer while he fucks his girlfriend.”
“Whore, is more like it.”
I dared to lay my free hand on his cheek in mock sympathy. “We are both his whores, Stefan, but he only fucks one of us.”
He batted my hand away from his face and jerked my other arm, pulling me closer. “I’m nobody’s whore, bitch.”
“You’re right. Even whores don’t have to wash his dishes.”
He growled, shoving me with his body until the back of my legs hit the edge of the table. The impact jarred my coffee cup over the side where it shattered against the floor. I pulled free of his grip, stretching my arms out behind me, palms flat on the tabletop to keep him from pushing me onto my back. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against my thigh.
“That’s so sweet.” I wriggled against his erection. “Is that for me or for Erich?”
He gripped the backs of my thighs and jerked my ass up onto the tabletop. His fingers dug into my legs, holding me in place while he ground himself against me.
He tore at the loose silk of my robe, pulling it down my shoulders to expose my breasts. His greedy mouth suckled then bit the hard peak of a nipple. The pain made me gasp and draw a hissing breath.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, vying for control. “Neither of us means anything to him. Why do you think I let him fuck me the way he does? For love?”
Stefan released my nipple and looked up at me. His rage had given way to fear and uncertainty.
“Do you love him?” he asked.
I sat forward, taking his face in my hands.
“No.” I shook my head. “He’s a monster.”
Stefan closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh that ended with, “Thank God.”
He mewled like a newborn kitten when I kissed him. I tried to pry his lips apart with my tongue but he resisted and pulled away.
“Why do you let him…do those things to you?”
“How does it make you feel when you watch us?”
He squeezed his eyes tighter shut. “I want to kill him.” When he looked at me again, tears glittered in his eyes. He whispered, “I want to kill you, too. For liking the way it feels when he hurts you.”
I pulled him closer and wrapped my legs around his hips. He let me slide my tongue into his mouth. His hands cradled my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples.
I broke the kiss. “How do you feel now?”
He didn’t answer, just lifted me up and carried me down the hall to his room. My back hit his door, crashing it open. He pinned me up against the wall and let my legs down, freeing his hands to undo his trousers.
“It makes me crazy watching him fuck you but I can’t stop doing it. I’m scared he’s going to go too far the next time and kill you.” He hooked one of my legs over his hip and yanked my panties out of the way. With a sharp, urgent thrust, he pushed into me. “I swear to God, I swear, I won’t let him kill you.”
I held tight to his neck and let him spend his pent-up emotions on me. A few moments later, he groaned and came with a violent shudder. The adrenaline leached from his body. It left him gasping for breath and trembling.
He buried his face in my neck and clung to me.
“He’ll kill me for this.”
© 2009 by Alice Gray