The next morning I wake up and there’s a guy in my bed I barely recognize. Picked him up the night before. I don’t want to see his face, and I don’t want to have to deal with it. I stare at my alarm clock. I’ve got to start work in half an hour. There’s absolutely no way I’m going to get there on time, and there’s no way I’m going to appear as if I didn’t get fucked the night before.
The guy next to me, he starts moving. He notices I’m up. He smiles.
Shit, I think.
“Morning,” I say.
“Morning to you, lovely.”
We look at each other for a second. He’s still half asleep.
“I’m John,” he says, “in case you don’t remember from last night.”
“Thanks,” I say. “I’m Amy.”
I begin to get out of bed, but John grabs my arm and pulls me back. I feel his chest on my back, and I can’t help but scream a little.
“Calm down,” he said. “I’m just not done with you yet.”
Oh, for the love of God.
“Look buddy,” I say, wrangling my arm free. “Last night was fun. I think. But I’ve got to get to work. You’ve got to get out of here.”
“Now look,” he said. “I’m a nice guy. You don’t have to kick me out right away.”
“I’m sure you’re real nice, John. But that’s not the point. Time is.”
“Well, do it quickly then.” John pulled off the covers. That hard on I thought I’d taken care of the night before was back.
“Excuse me?” I asked. I mean, I knew he was serious. I just thought he was going to be nicer about it.
“Take care of me quickly and I’ll let you go.”
“Let me go, huh?”
“That’s right,” he said, smiling. “You’re my prisoner. I’ve taken you captive. And you have to do as I say.”
I looked at him. I couldn’t help but admire the hilarity of the situation.
After a moment, I smiled back and said “Whatever you say.”
Within a second his cock was in my mouth. I was going to get him off in less than a minute. I knew it. His eyes rolled back and he moaned, something about me being a good girl. I bobbed my head quickly, slurping his precum and getting it nice and hot and quick. I could feel it was on its way.
“Good girl,” he said again.
I lifted my mouth off his cock for a second and said “Thank you.”
“That’s right bitch,” he said. “Thank me for the privilege of letting you suck my cock.”
I was never going to see this guy again, and it was in the moment, and I figured it would get him off faster, so I said “Thank you for letting me suck your cock.”
I looked right at him, and I could see his eyes beam. Then I saw them close. His mouth opened. He began to moan harder. I could feel his cock in my mouth begin to pulse. He was going to cum any second now.
It wasn’t as much cum as it was the night before, which wasn’t surprising. What was, however, was that after he finished cumming in my mouth he grabbed my hair, balled it up in his fist, and pulled me back up to his mouth.
“Good girl,” he said again. The look on his face was pure confidence, as if he’d found the key to a locked room filled with whores and gold.
I looked up at him with a little bit of shock. Sure, I’d said those things, but that was during sex, and it was to get him off. I didn’t really mean to thank him. Christ, shouldn’t he be thanking me?
“That was so hot,” he said. “We have to do this again.”
“We’ll see,” I said. “I’ll think about it. But first I have to get to work.”
“You’re calling in sick.”
“Excuse me?” I asked. He pulled my hair. It didn’t hurt. Just enough to make me alert.
“You’re calling in sick.” He repeated. It wasn’t a suggestion.
“And why am I calling in sick?” I asked, more forthrightly.
“Because I just met you last night, and last night was really fun, but it was really vanilla.”
“Are you criticizing my fucking last night?”
He laughed. “Not criticizing at all, girl. Just pointing out that what you just did was very different than what you did last night.”
“And what did I just do?”
“You obeyed me.”
“What?”
“I told you to do something you didn’t want to do, and you did it.”
“So? It’s sex. Part of it is giving the other person what they want, you know.”
“But what did you get out of this exchange just now?”
I said, “I thought I’d get you off quickly so I could go to work, like I just said I had to do.”
“Right,” he said. “But then I called you a bitch, and you thanked me for it.”
“That’s just sex talk,” I said.
“Was it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, that’s what I wanted to find out. Why I wanted you to call in sick. To see if you’re actually a kinky girl or if you’re just nice.”
“Trust me,” I said. “I’m just nice.”
“I’m sure you are,” he said. He let go of my hair. “Fine, go off to work.”
“Thank you,” I stammered. I’m not sure why I thanked him that time, but damned if he didn’t notice.
He reached across to my bed stand and grabbed my phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked, grabbing for it. He held me off with one hand.
“I’m taking your phone number,” he said. “From the place you work.”
“I didn’t say you could have that,” I said.
“I’m not asking,” he slyly replied. I was getting annoyed now. I grabbed the phone out of his hand.
“Damn,” he said. “Only got the first 5 numbers.”
“Good,” I said, putting on my pants. “Get out of my bed.”
“As you wish, my lady.”
Within five minutes he was out of my apartment. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. His smile said enough.
