Monday, February 21, 2011

Monday Minute Fiction - All Along

This week over at Writers Evolution, we are talking about our pen names and our real lives.

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All Along

“I left him,” I said sitting down in one of the many chairs that surrounded a white wooden table in the bistro where we both worked. We had a couple of hours before we opened, but the boss, Odon, made us lunch before work every Saturday. Since he was both hot and an excellent chef, it was one of the many perks of working there.

“Who?” My best friend Keegan asked handing me a glass of water.

“Gary, you dolt. Who else would I break up with?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“The bigger question is when?” Our friend and co-worker Micah asked. The older man always wanted to know everything, which he put to good use when he bartended.

“No, the bigger question is where are you staying now?” Odon asked me walking into the backroom. Immediately the room fell silent. That old cliché about hearing a pin drop, it was really that silent.

I blushed and swallowed the lump in my throat.

Crossing his arms, he stared at me, waiting for me to answer. “Troy, answer the question,” he prompted.

“Um—ah—my sister’s. Her couch. It was all I could find at the last minute. I didn’t want to stay there any longer than I had too. My brother-in-law, his brother and my sister helped me pack and move out yesterday,” I rattled out quickly, hoping to divert attention from my involuntarily reaction to his attention. I’d been in lust since I’d started there, and half in love with the chef and owner for the last few months.

“And what prompted this hasty move?” he demanded.

I dropped my eyes to the floor. “Gary had some twink in our bed. He still had his dick in the guy when I walked in. He’d said he be ready for another in a moment. He looked shocked when I told him I wasn’t interested anymore. He evidently didn’t expect me to be home then.”

“So, what happened?” Micah asked before Odon cut him a warning look.

I let out a nervous laugh. “He actually finished screwing the guy before coming out to talk to me. By then I’d called my sister, grabbed a suitcase and had started to pack. He accused me of being frigid—”

Odon scowled. “Come with me.”

I nodded and followed him back to the kitchen. “Is there a problem sir?” I asked, unable to keep the nerves out of my voice. Would he fire me because I left Gary? I was pretty sure he and Gary were friends, after all I’d met Gary while working here.

“Did you ever suspect Gary of cheating on you?” Odon asked, taking a casserole dish out of the oven.

I shrugged. “I thought something was odd, but I couldn’t place it. He said I was being stupid and projecting my own activities onto him. He said the only way someone could not have sex like I didn’t want to, was if they were seeing someone else.” Nothing I had said to Gary had made any difference to him. The fact that I didn’t get off work until one or two in the morning had nothing to do with sex, he’d argued. I should’ve still wanted sex. “Every time he even hinted at it, if I didn’t reciprocate quickly, he accused me of having an affair.”

“Who did he accuse you of cheating on him with?” Odon asked. “Finish grating that cheese for me.”

I blushed and did as I was told, grateful to have something else to occupy my mind, so I didn’t have to face Odon when I answered his question. I wouldn’t have minded an affair with Odon, but not while I was with someone else.

“Troy, answer me.”

“You, sir,” I said quietly, my attention focused on the quickly filling bowl of parmesan cheese.

“And when was the last time the two of you had sex?”

“Excuse me?” I asked dropping the grater in the bowl. “I don’t understand.”

“When did you last have sex? I know you enjoy it.”

My cheeks felt inflamed. I did enjoy sex. But Gary and I hadn’t had sex in months. “Six months ago,” I answered. “He always rebuffed or ignored my advances. And I was too tired to do more than sleep at two a.m.”

Odon nodded. “Would you like to?”

I shook my head, unable to follow him.

“Would you like to have that affair with me, Gary accused you of?”

“I—I—” I fumble for the words and shook my head again, unable to comprehend what was going on.

“It didn’t take him long.”

“What? Who? I don’t understand.”

“Do you remember when I told you not to start seeing him?”

I nodded. Everyone had, they’d said he’d play me, use me and throw me away. Sex wasn’t first in our relationship, so I hadn’t listened. It was even okay for a while, but then it suddenly dried up.

“Yesterday wasn’t your normal day off.”

I nodded, dreading what was coming next.

“Every time I saw him in here, he was with a different guy. He’d say they were friends, but friends don’t grope each other like they did. I have friends at a couple of different bars. They said the same thing.”

“So, everyone knew he was cheating on me? Why didn’t anyone say anything to me?”

“We tried, all of us did. You didn’t want to listen. About six and a half months ago, I told him that if he wasn’t going to stay true to you, he had to either cut you lose or quit putting your health in jeopardy.”

“We always used condoms. He was a stickler about that,” I said. I had even asked him about going bareback, but he’d said that was a level of commitment he would never have me, that I couldn’t be trusted.

“But he pushed you away and stopped having sex with you.”

I nodded. He embraced me before I’d registered that he’d even moved.

Pain criss-crossed my chest. I had to know. “Did—did you set me up?”

“I couldn’t bear to see you hurt anymore.”

“What—what do you mean?”

“I want you Troy, I always have,” Odon said, punctuating it with a kiss that was at turns rough and gentle. I could easily imagine sex with him was the same way. Rough. Gentle. Controlled.

My head swam. Odon wanted me? He’d never made a move or let on one way or the other. “You? You never said anything. And—and you like to beat men.” I whispered the last part. I’d heard that Odon was into BDSM, something I’d thought about, but never experienced.

“Only the right men, Troy. Would you have come to bed if I had asked a year ago? Two years ago?”

I almost shook my yes, but stopped. The truth was, I wouldn’t have. I wasn’t sure if I could now either. “I—I can’t. Let me go!” I demanded. I could feel the hesitation radiating from Odon before he left me go. I ran from the kitchen, grabbed my coat and caught the bus back to my sister’s house.


I stood outside the restaurant, watching and waiting. It’d been almost three weeks since I’d left. I’d asked Keegan to tell Odon, I needed some personal time. Keegan had later told me to get my ass back to work so Odon wouldn’t be so grumpy. Apparently, they’d heard enough of the conversation to work out what had happened. Taking a deep breath, I crossed the street and walked into the restaurant. There was still an hour and a half before the restaurant opened for the busy Saturday night traffic.

“Troy? Are you back?” Keegan asked as I walked through the door. Quickly, he locked it behind me and pointed back to the kitchen.

I headed back, ignoring his question. “Odon?” I queried, entering the kitchen for the first time in three weeks. It felt like coming home. Odon was home. I only hoped he still wanted me.

“Yes?” he asked gruffly, without looking up.

“Did you—do you—” I fumbled with the words, unsure of how to ask if the man was still interested in me. “I’m sorry.”

“You quitting then?” he asked staring at me hard.

I shook my head. “I don’t want to, but I understand if you’ve found a replacement for me.”

Odon set the big chef’s knife down and opened his arms.

I walked into them, feeling at peace with the world for the first time in a long time.

Odon told his assistant to finish the prep work and led me into his office.

“Is this what you want?” He asked.

“I—I—” I blushed, swallowed and tried again. “I want you. To be with you, to please you. To be yours.”

“You’ve never even played with bondage have you?” Odon asked pulling me down on to his lap.

“No, but I’ve read a lot and seen pictures. I want to try it.”

“And you still want to be mine?”

“I’ve been miserable without you the last three weeks. I didn’t realize how much seeing you everyday affected me. I think I left Gary mentally a long time before I moved out.”

Odon nodded. “I’m going to stake my claim on you before you leave this office.”

I swallowed and nodded. I trusted Odon. I loved him.

“Strip for me.”

I did as he ordered, as he locked the door to the office.

“Once we get home tonight, there will be time for love-making and taking our time. For now, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I nodded.

“Brace yourself on the desk.”

I did as I was told and waited, listening as Odon fished out a bottle and a foil packet out of the desk drawer followed closely by the undoing of his jeans. Lube and a condom I guessed. Smiling when his finger pushed into my ass. My body tightened and then relaxed at the intrusion. I bit down on my forearm to keep from screaming as he methodically stretched my long neglected hole. I wanted this with everything I had, for as long as I had known him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked his cock waiting at my entrance.

I nodded. Odon had only pushed his jeans down slightly. I found the idea incredibly erotic and moaned. I pushed back, Odon slammed into me again and again, telling me how much he cared for me, what he wanted to do me and how he couldn’t wait to get me to his home where I belonged. Several times I felt his teeth on my skin. On my back, my shoulders, and neck. There was no mistaken that I belonged to another man. I couldn’t be happier. We came, me before him. We cleaned quickly and dressed. I dawdled putting my shirt on, wanting to see the marks he’d put on me.

“Get dressed, you can check them out later,” Odon laughed quietly. I nodded and did as he said, my ass still feeling the affects of his possession. We left the office and finished getting ready to open. As soon as I could get away, I retreated to the employee bathroom. I had to see his marks.

My back, neck and shoulders were covered with bite marks and hickeys. I was thrilled. I was claimed. I couldn’t be happier.

“What the hell happened to you?” Keegan asked, shutting the door, I’d forgotten to lock behind him, locking it.

I tried to put my shirt on, and he grabbed it.

“Spill. Now,” he demanded.

“Odon,” I managed, the name sounding more like a caress than I had wanted.

“He did this?”

I nodded. “Marked me as his. Claimed me.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Keegan replied, stepping back. “And this is what you want?”

I nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, more than anything.”

It was Keegan’s turns to nod. “Well, go kiss him before we get to busy.”

I nodded, dressed, left and found my way into the kitchen.

Odon pinned me against the counter, kissing me deep. “I have a question for you. Think about it before you answer.”

“Okay,” I managed, hoping he wasn’t dumping me after he’d fucked me.

“Would you consider moving in with me?” Odon asked. “Explore your fantasies with me, to explore your submission?”

I blinked rapidly. He wasn’t breaking up with me. He was asking me to live with him. To be his. I didn’t have to think about it, I already knew the answer.

“Yes, yes Odon. Yes.” I tried to hug him, but he’d trapped my arms. “I love you.” I threw my arms around him as soon as he let them go.

“I love you too, now that you are where you belong.”

1 comment:

lily sawyer said...

this is GOOD, I'm glad he finally ended up with Odon