Page 142 of The Legend
My bodyslumped forward. “It was a fuckingclusterfuck. Iwatched that video and he came in the room. Then when I wanted to try it, heacted as though I was asking him to beat me.”
Alleyseemed confused. “You can’t tell me that hard ass has never gotten roughbefore. I saw those bite marks back in the day and I remember youhavin’ to buy new underwear all the time.”
“He’snever hit me!”
“I mean duringsex.” She said flatly.
“Likeslapped me?”
“It’s notlike Spencer punched me, Sway. It was just a little slap tap to my ass cheek inthe heat of the moment.”
“Slaptap?” I laughed.
“It’s justlike a little slap to the ass or even your face, but not hard enough toconstitute any domestic violence shit.”
“Oh, wellhe’s done that...you know, hit myass but never to the point where it hurt or anything. We’ve gotten aggressivebefore and maybe tossed around before but nothing like what you’re telling me todo.”
“What’sthe difference between being tossed around and what I told you to try?”
Maybe Ihad missed something.
“I need anew approach.”
For awhile I was just remotely concerned about this change in our sex life. Now Iwas obsessed. We spent the greater part of the day talking about it.
Alleylooked at me with a smirk handing me a shot glass glance around five thatnight. “Have you ever done the back forty?”
“What thefuck is that?” In my head I was thinking sex in a field or something. I tookthe glass and poured myself a drink.
Alleyshook her ass on the stool and nearly fell off. Frantically grabbing at thecounter, she righted herself and then took a deep breath pushing the bottle ofTequila away. “I mean the back door.”
“Oh, uh,well…we tried once a long time ago when we were drunk and he,” I took the shotI poured myself. “...uh...it didn’t work out.”
“Maybe tryit.” She shrugged still grinning. “It might help. When we are in a rut,sometimes it’s fun to try something different.”
“I don’tthink he’s into that.”
“You neverknow until you try.”
So, as thewhore I had turned into, I tried again that night when he came home. Onceagain, he got into it quickly but when I told him that maybe we could trysomething new, after last night, he seemed a little hesitant.
I watchedthe color rise from his neck and up his cheeks. He seemed nervous andrightfully so. “What is it?”
And then Isaid, “I thought we could try the back forty.”
He saidnothing.
I feltlike a complete fucking loser not to mention embarrassed. I was about ready tosay fuck it and run to the bathroom crying when he just looked at me andblinked. What the fuck was wrong with him? Did all men want to try thebackdoor?
When Iwent to get up, his arms tightened around me and I was unable to squirm.
“No. Idon’t want to do that.” His lips skimmed my collarbone and then moved to mymouth. Kissing me softly at first, he deepened the kiss when I moaned into hismouth. “You’re such a dirty girl when you want to be.” He grunted around mylips and then went back to the kiss that had me nearly ready to come.
Myfingernails dragged down his back; and he arched into me at the sensation andsped his movements. One hand moved from cradling my face to my hips and hegrunted as the angle of his hips allowed him to go deeper.
Reachingdown to his hand, I gripped it tighter. “Hold me tighter.” I let out this whoremoan that sounded like my pit lizard days. “I want to scream in pain.”
He inhaledsharply, surprised. “You want me to do what?”
