Chapter 10 #2
"I need to stay focused, Melody," he bites. "And if I was there, with you there... I know you too well. You would want to spend time with me and do this and do that, and completely pull me off my game and make me lose my focus."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that that's all I am to you," I say, feeling so defeated.
Turning around, I start walking away.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna go lie down. I feel drained," I mumble, the tears finally blurring my vision. This conversation netted absolutely nothing.
"Hey," he says, reaching out and pulling me back by my wrist, tugging me directly into him.
"We can spend time together right now instead of arguing.
All I'm saying is, when I'm home, don't be nasty to me.
I'm working hard. You should be proud of me.
You should say, 'Go, Danny. I got your back.
I missed you, babe. Let's do something together.
' Or if I'm too tired, 'Hey, you want me to run you a bath?
Or how about I massage you? How about I show some gratitude for this life that you gave me, so you don't have to be out there doing that?
' Or you suck my dick like you were doing. "
It sounds so out of pocket hearing him say this to me. Because from one side of my conscience, it feels as though he's telling me all I'm good for is to be a dick-sucker for him. And the crazier part is I used to do all those things for him, until he started making me sad.
But on the other side... I'm wondering if maybe I am the problem. I'm not saying Danny's perfect, but maybe I do whine too much. Maybe I am asking too much. Maybe we just aren't a great match.
But you see, when he first met me, he wasn't this busy. And as busy as he claimed to be later, even after I found out who he was and, like, how much money he made, he still made time for me. And all of a sudden, that's like the hardest thing in the world for him to do.
I'm not totally buying it, but maybe I am too entitled. Maybe I am just an awful person.
He looks down at me, looking just as exhausted as I feel.
"Why don't we take a nap?" he says.
I nod, because I don't know what else to do.
Walking up the stairs to our bedroom, I start to shed my clothes. He takes off his. He kneels down on the bed and lies down on his left side. He calls me over to him, and we get under the heavy covers. Then he spoons me from behind.
Drained is an understatement, truly, because it's as if my mind can't even think. It can't form another thought or another emotion to feel. His right hand drapes over my hips, massaging them gently, and then he moves his hand down between my legs.
Opening my legs slightly, I allow his fingers to gain access to my vagina. Already wet for him, I feel him nestle a little closer against my back, his hard erection pressing right up against me.
"I'm sorry if you feel as though I didn't want you, or I don't want you," he says quietly right in my right ear, as I just lie there, willing myself to believe him.
"I care about you, Melody," he whispers quietly in my right ear as his fingers start sliding between my thighs.
I whimper, my body reacting before my brain can even catch up. As I let out that soft sound, he shifts his weight, moving himself completely on top of me until he’s missionary. He aligns his hips and slowly starts sliding his penis back inside of me.
"You're not having sex with anyone else, are you?" I bite the bullet and just ask it.
Daniel smirks, his eyes glowing in that soft, gentle way he used to look at me. Then he slowly shakes his head and moans deeply, looking right into my eyes.
Do I believe him? I don't know. I surely hope he isn't, because it would be quite disgusting if he's sleeping with a bunch of other women and then coming home to sleep with me.
Now more than ever, I wanna go get myself tested just so I can know for sure, right?
But even that doesn't mean anything, because he could easily be using protection.
A man like Daniel would be smart enough to do that just in case any of these women try to come out later and claim that they're pregnant.
"And guess what?" he says, breaking me right out of my thoughts as he hardens even more inside me. Now, it really starts to feel good. "I can hire a maid."
He thrusts, settling deeper. "Give you some help around here so you don't feel so alone."
It’s something Danny and I discussed a while back. He had offered helpers; don’t like calling them servants.
I don’t know. Still felt weird with extra people in my home with him not here. Always watch me. And even if they went home, what would it say about me as a wife? Needing people to clean up after my husband, and me. But honestly, once again, I’m considering it.
"Our chef has a lot to do," I say, my breath catching.
"I'm not talking about the chef," Daniel murmurs.
He starts to thrust a little faster into me. My vagina is swelling around his hardness, and I feel a little nip right at my cervix. His hips roll, but he seems tired. He kisses my neck once, and then my lips all over again.
I want to let go. I want to tell my body to just relax, be grateful, and be happy.
But bitterness surfaces in me. I used to give him sex all the time.
I used to suck his dick all the time, and then he just started getting bored.
It's almost as if he took all of that for granted, which is rich coming from him, telling me that I'm the one who isn't grateful.
You know what? To hell with him.
Placing my palm flat against his face, I push him right off of me.
"What?" he asks, completely caught off guard.
I swing my hand and slap his face really hard.