Page 48 of Tap Left
She rolls her eyes and plants her hands on her hips. “You’re drunk.”
“It’s what you wanted. Isn’t it?”
She flinches at the vitriol in my voice, and I don’t care.
“You wanted all of this, if I remember correctly,” I tell her. “You set the time limit, and as far as I can tell the clock’s not up yet. Or is it, LB?”
She bites her lip and bows her head in submission, just like old times. She doesn’t know when to say no. She doesn’t know how to do anything other than give in to that compulsion inside of her head.
“You want to please someone, Lola? Then you can start by pleasing my dick.”
“Why right now?” she asks. “Julian is waiting for us. And we’re in a bar. In a bathroom…”
I unzip my pants and pull out my dick. “All I’m hearing is excuses. What I should be hearing is the sound you make when I’m balls deep in your throat.”
A part of me wants her to tell me to fuck off. That she’s better than this. She’s done with me for good. It would be the easiest thing and the best thing. But Lola never knows what’s right for her. She gets on her knees and opens her mouth.
I intentionally fuck up her pretty hair when I slide as deep as her mouth will take me. Lola doesn’t complain. She never complains. She takes it like a good girl, with mascara-stained tears leaking down the side of her face.
I really don’t need to direct her head, because she knows exactly what I like. She listens for cues and takes them well. Under any other circumstances, that would be exceptionally pleasing, but right now I want to punish her the way she’s always punishing me.
“I should come on your face,” I tell her.
She looks up at me with sad eyes and I gag her until she coughs. When I pull away, her lipstick is smeared, and her chin is covered in saliva. She’s messy and filthy and mine and I don’t know why she makes me do this.
“Stand up,” I order. “And turn around.”
She rises as gracefully as she can manage, but it isn’t necessary when there’s nobody here to see her shame. I flip up her dress and bend her over the toilet and get straight to the business of shoving my cock into her sopping wet cunt. It’s as dirty and appalling as it can get. If there’s a message to be received here, I’ve dotted the i’s and crossed the t’s as I fuck her over the dingy toilet seat, her face inches from the water.
The illicit encounter gets me off like nothing else ever has, and I make sure to stuff her full of my come. Her legs shake as I pull out and wipe my wet dick across her ass cheek, leaving my mark there too.
“This pussy is mine until you say stop, LB. Don’t forget that.”
When she turns to look at me, her eyes are a watery mess. She appears well used and well beaten down, and I swore I’d never do this to her again. But it’s what she expects. What she wants. And maybe now, she’ll do what’s best for her and never call me again.
I zip myself back up and leave the bathroom without another word. When I get back to the table, Julian studies me with shrewd eyes. “Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on now? Where’s Lola?”
“Probably cleaning herself up.”
His head looks like it’s about to implode and I’m immaturely satisfied by that notion. “I hope that doesn’t mean what I think it does.”
I smirk. “You mean that it’s my come dripping down her legs right now? If that’s what you thought, then yes.”
“You mother fucker.” He’s out of his chair and on top of me before I can give him any more ammunition.
When he takes the first swing, I let him have it. His fist hits me square in the eye, and the pain feels good. But not nearly as good as when I return and clock him in the jaw.
Security drags us out before we can really finish what we started, and Lola trails out behind the crowd of onlookers. When she looks at me, I know that she heard everything. She’s staring at me like I betrayed her. Like I’m the worst fucking thing that ever happened to her. And she’s probably right.
“I’m going home,” she says.
“Let me take you,” Julian offers.
She hugs her arms across her body. “Thank you, Julian. But I’ll just take a cab. I’m tired, and all I want to do is sleep.”
There are words I want to say, I’m just not sure exactly what they are. Nothing comes out of my mouth when they hug each other and make promises of a dinner with just the two of them later on. Lola gets into a cab and rides away without looking back, leaving Julian and I alone.
He sighs and paces along the sidewalk, scrubbing at his bruised jaw. “Ryan would fucking murder you if he knew what you were doing right now.”
