CHAPTER TWELVE — DAVID
We drive home in silence.
Stephanie looks straight ahead, not making eye contact. There are dried tears on her face. Is it fucked up that it kind of turns me on?
Despite her protestations, she was turned on. I didn't go too far. I've done this with women before, and if she was actually hurt, I would have stopped.
But at the same time, I knew I couldn't stop right away when she asked me to, or she wouldn't learn her lesson.
She's used to manipulating men and getting her way.
For once, she had to learn she wasn't the one in control.
So I had to push her until she was a crying little mess. I had to knock her off of her pedestal.
Just a little bit.
It seems like it worked. I was so tempted when I reached between her thighs at the end to slip a finger inside her. I could smell her wetness. I just know she was dripping.
But that would have been too far. Even though she's turned on, and I'm sure she could guess I am too, I can't cross that line. I shake my head. I don't even know what I'm saying, as if I haven't already crossed a million lines.
It's never too late. I can still evict her.
I try to seriously consider the idea. I know I should. I know I need to.
I resolved not to do anything with Stephanie after I talked to my brother.
But then Stephanie gave me a few smirks, and look what I ended up doing...
I swear, she has magical powers. She can get under my skin like no other woman.
I need to get her out of my house as soon as possible, or I'll do much worse things to her.
We go home, and I turn off the car. I glance at her one more time.
She looks beautiful and sexy in her slutty little maid costume and tear-streaked face. I've never wanted to fuck a woman as badly in my life. If I look at her for even one more second, I will. So I get out of the car and, without saying anything, head inside.
The End