Beth is fidgeting with the edge of her shirt while she waits for him in the cafe. It's midday on a Thursday and the kids are all in school, she's put a load of washing on before leaving the house, and there's a chicken in the crockpot. She's been occupying herself by trying to find Rio on facebook but it's proving entirely futile. There's thousands of result in Detroit and she's starting to feel like a stalker.
She rolls her eyes and drops her phone face down on the table.
"Oh, sweetheart come on I'm not that late, am I?"
Beth bristles as Rio slides into the chair opposite. "You know if you want this to work you need to be on time."
"Oh do I? See the way I see it I'm doing you a favour by not killing you so if you'd rather we go down that path..." He makes a move to get up and she reaches over the small table and grabs his arm, yanking it so he sits back down hard on the chair. He shuts his eyes for a moment and grunts.
"Sit your ass down and stay there," she hisses.
He raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. "Oh wow, baby got an attitude."
Beth bites her upper lip and frowns. "Look, we need to get our stories straight."
He widens his eyes in mock innocence. "'Bout what?"
She leans over the table and glares at him. "You know about what... about the... you know."
"Oh the fucking?" He leaves his mouth open for a few moments after he says it and his lips are plush and soft looking and she screws her toes up in her shoes.
"Can you keep your goddamn voice down?"
They're both silent for a bit and the waitress comes over. He orders a hot chocolate and asks for extra marshmallows with a wink and a cheeky smile and the waitress blushes before rushing away.
"Jesus, do you ever not flirt?"
"What, you jealous?" He reaches over the table and tucks a lock of her hair behind an ear. "You don't gotta be, I mean you're the only woman I'm currently payin' to wash cash for me so we've got a special connection."
She swats his hand away. "Don't feed me that trash."
He runs his tongue over his lips and rolls them together, pauses, and folds his hands in front of him. "Okay, fine you're the only woman I'm payin' to wash cash whose pussy I've had my tongue in."
She screws her face up. "Ugh, do you have to use that word?"
"What word?"
"Pussy."
"What's wrong with pussy?"
"It's just..." she shudders, "ick."
Rio leans back in his chair. "Look I'mma level with you ok?" He averts his eyes for a moment and lets his hands drop to his lap. "I'm not a nice guy, you know this. I've done shit that you wouldn't even dream about and enjoyed it. If you're doin' this for some kind of mid life crisis thrill then I'm not down for that."
Beth's jaw drops. "How old do you think I am?"
He just laughs and smiles at her crookedly. "'Bout two years away from an MX-5 and a divorce."
Beth wrinkles her nose and purses her lips. "Fuck you."
She grabs her bag and stands up. Rio looks back towards the counter where the waitress is on her way to their table. "Hey can I get that to go? One of those KeepCup things yeah?" He tosses a twenty down on the table and Beth sneers and spins on her heel. She's half way to her car before he catches up for her and slides his hand onto her back, guiding her towards his car. "Look, here's the deal."
He stops as they reach the driver's side, and places the cup on the roof. A marshmallow drops off the lid and he grabs it and pops it in his mouth. Beth brushes her hair out of her face and crosses her arms. "Deal away."
"You scare the shit outta me."
Beth takes a moment and jerks her head back in surprise. "Oh yeah?"
He laughs, but there's not really any humour in it. "You think I've ever let someone like you into my world? You think I don't know the risk I'm taking by letting you make some pocket money?"
"It's not pocket money."
His eyes dart to the left and he frowns. "Give me your keys.'
Beth curls her lip and flares her nostrils. 'No!"
"We've got company give me your keys."
She reaches into her handbag and presses the bunch of metal into his palm. He leans over and kisses her on the cheek before sliding his mouth to her ear. 'Look in the mirror."
She looks down at the wing mirror and sees a figure standing in the door of the diner. She can't tell who it is without squinting or leaning closer so she just crosses her arms and watches Rio put the keys under her wheel arch. He walks back with a bit of extra swagger and a smile that makes her remind herself she shouldn't be feeling like jelly inside.
"Get in the car." His face is smiling but his words are terse. She walks around and gets in the passenger side.
"Was that Turner?" She puts her seatbelt on and stares straight ahead.
"Yeah... look as much as I'm enjoying this angry sexy banter we've got going on I really need to know what you said to him." He pulls out of the parking space and onto the road, glancing in the rear view mirror.
"I um... I told him we met in a bar... and then I took you home and you..." she trails off and bites her lip. "Look, the important thing is I told him we never saw each other again okay, and now we're..."
The car goes silent. Rio switches lanes and turns left at a light. They don't say anything for a few minutes, and his eyes flick between his mirrors as zips between traffic.
"He's following us, isn't he?" she asks.
He looks at her out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah."
"Where are we going?"
"My house."
She freezes and her veins turn to ice. 'Why would you do that?"
"He's been investigating me for months, you think he don't know where I live?" They stop at a red light and he turns to her. Her skin prickles as she feels his gaze drift down her body. "Hey... hey look this is a move, okay? He thinks I'm comfortable with taking you to my house, we get a bit of breathing room. Take some time to regroup, plan out a strategy... make it believable you feel me?"
She doesn't say anything, just presses her lips into a line and glances at him. "Okay."
What follows is twenty minutes of silence. Beth tries to pass the time by going back to facebook, but as soon as she unlocks her phone she's confronted with the search from earlier and she drops it back into her bag. She watches the buildings turn from low rise apartments to single family homes, and eventually larger stately houses with fancy gardens and well trimmed trees. They pull up outside an out of place home, modern glass and concrete against the traditional cookie cutter brick and tiles down the rest of the street.
She looks over at him. "You not gonna park inside?"
"Garage is full. Get out."
She grabs her bag and hurries out of the car, trotting behind him as he walks up the path. He hesitates for a moment in front of her and turns, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the front door. There's no keys, just a code, and a click as it unlocks.
"You could have just let me drive home, this is stupid." She drops her bag at the door and looks around. It's not exactly the inner city bachelor pad she was expecting, but she can't say she's surprised.
"Oh yeah, and when Turner drags you in and asks you what we were having a little catch up about what were you going to say huh? That we were on a date?"
She huffs and crosses her arms. "I need a drink." Rio cocks his head and licks his lips. "Get me a fucking drink."
His eyebrows shoot up and he turns his mouth down in a mock frown. "Okay, okay I'll get you a drink."
"Bourbon." She leans against the door. "Don't be stingy."
The whole floor is mostly open plan, and he wanders over to the kitchen, opens a cupboard and pulls out a couple of glasses and a bottle. Their eyes lock as he puts everything on the concrete counter. He looks off, like his mind is somewhere else but his eyes are fixed on her.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," he replies, voice rough. He looks down at the counter, goes to pour a glass, and hesitates before setting the bottle back down hard. It makes a loud clink and Beth flinches. "Hey can I ask you something?"
"Shoot." She moves toward the kitchen warily, worried that at some point he's going to snap and realise he made a mistake bringing her there.
"Your husband like it when you choke him?"
Beth sucks in a breath and it sticks in her throat. She freezes and balls her hands into fists. She throws his words from earlier back at him. "Why? You jealous?"
She can see his tongue run across his teeth behind his lower lip, and press into his cheek. He sucks in a breath through his nose. "What if I told you I like it."
Beth sputters and looks up at the ceiling. It's black pressed tin and she focusses on the detail of the Art Nouveau pattern to slow the fluttering in her chest. She can hear him moving quietly towards her and eventually moves into her peripheral vision, until he's standing up against her side, and she's turning her head to face him properly.
"Take me to your bedroom."
He looks like he's going to try and kiss her for a moment, but it passes and he turns walks toward a short flight of steps on the other side of the kitchen. She briefly considers heading back to her bag and calling an Uber until he pulls his shirt over his head and she's confronted by the long, hard lines of his muscular back and shoulders.
"Fuck it," she mutters to herself, and she follows. His belt buckle clinks and the sound of leather running across denim comes through the open doorway. "Leave your pants on."
...
She doesn't know what to expect when she reaches the top of the stairs. Possibly some kind of messy, stuffy room with a few clothes scattered around and maybe a couple of bongs. Or perhaps a stark, empty space devoid of personality and clinical in its cleanliness. It's neither, it's normal. there's sun filtering through the sheer curtains, and a bed, couch, and side tables. The walls are dark blue and the floor is wood with a couple of expensive looking oriental rugs.
And he's standing in the middle of it, hands by his sides, chin up in defiance.
"Where did you put the belt?" she asks. He gestures to the floor a few feet to her right. She steps over and picks it up. "Hufflepuff, right?"
He makes a noise of agreement.
"Any ground rules?"
His eyes are soft and dark, and his mouth is open a tiny bit. She can see a flush creeping up his neck, and he blinks slowly. "I'll let you know if I'm not into it."
She moves over to him and runs the tongue of the belt up his side. His muscles twitch as she reaches his chest, and he shivers. "Take off my shirt. Nicely."
His fingers unbutton her blouse, slowly moving down until he's undoing the last button, and pushing it off her shoulders. His tongue darts out of his mouth and he bites his lip. A noise of appreciation slips out and he runs a finger down her chest until it catches where the cups of her bra join.
"I'm not sure I said you could touch." She feels a bit self conscious. She's not wearing a sexy bra by any means. It's beige and has wide straps designed to stop her back from hurting and her shoulders from being left with red gouge marks at the end of the day.
"What are you going to do about it?" He's sliding a hand into one of the cups now, squeezing her nipple between two fingers until she hums in appreciation. She takes his wrist and pulls his hand out though, lowering it to his stomach and grabbing the other hand until she's fastening them together with the belt, perhaps one notch tighter than she should.
Its been a while since she's given someone a blowjob. She does the math in her head and when she really thinks about it, she's pretty sure the last time she sucked Dean's dick was some time in 2007. She didn't really enjoy it then, and she's not sure she's going to enjoy it now, but this is all about power and at this specific moment she's intoxicated by it.
So she unzips his jeans, and shoves them to the ground along with his boxer briefs. She lifts his ankles and takes one foot out at a time, then tugs off his socks and tosses the small pile at the wall. She doesn't look at his cock, just looks up at him and licks a long stripe up the underside, until her tongue slides across the tip. She expects to see his head tipped back, but he's looking down at her, eyes dark. He's holding his bound hands off to the side, clearly determined to watch her and she decides to let him.
He lets out a long breath and a muttered fuck as she wraps her mouth around him, swallowing as far as she can, and wrapping her hand around the rest. The leather of the belt creaks as he flexes his wrists, and the few times he tries to thrust into her mouth she grabs his thigh and digs her fingernails in.
And then she stops.
She's shocked to hear a whimper as she rises back up, pressing her body hard against his. "No."
"You have no idea how much I wanna fuck you right now." He's leaning forwards, chasing her lips, but she turns her head to the side.
"Oh yeah?" Beth bites her lip and pushes him backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and he falls down gracelessly with a hard shove. "This your power fantasy? The idea of fucking someone who was in college while you were in kindergarten?"
She undoes the clasp of her pants and works them over her hips, leaving her underwear on. He tosses his head back and chuckles.
"So what if it is?" Her heart stutters for a moment as he looks back at her, and she's suddenly painfully aware that he's manipulating her. Then she remembers she doesn't care, because she's about to fuck a guy that looks like he belongs in a Tom Ford commercial, and his cock is fantastic.
She straddles his thighs, and shuffles up the bed until she's sitting on top of his hands. She wiggles her ass until she manages to work his knuckle under the fabric of her underwear and grinds down hard. He twists his wrist and tries to slide a finger into her but the angle isn't quite right. She lifts up a bit, pulls the gusset to the side fully, and resettles until his fingers are buried deep inside her, rubbing against just the right spot. She can feel him trying to touch his cock with the other trapped hand and leans down, pressing hard against his throat with her palm.
"Be good."
He gasps and rolls his shoulders against the covers. "Fuck do that again." She squeezes a bit harder, and digs her fingernails into his shoulder. "Don't beak the skin ok?"
She lowers her mouth and latches onto his earlobe, biting down hard as she pulls away. He grunts.
And then she sits on his cock. No build up, no warning, and his whole body shudders. Pushes back hard into the mattress and arches his back, and she puts both hands on his chest and shoves him back down until he's staring at her eyes wide and pupils dilated.
"You tell me when you're gonna come, okay?"
He nods, and squeezes his eyes closed. She undoes the clasp of her bra and tosses it to the floor, and grabs his hands pressing them against one breast. He squeezes her nipple and she shudders, grinding down hard against him until she twitches in pain when he hits a spot she isn't ready for.
It goes like that, until he's gasping and his eyes are squeezed tightly shut, and she slaps him.
They both go still and she's wide eyed and flustered. 'Shit I'm sorry."
"Fuck, that's it I'm gonna-"
"No."
She lets his dick slip out and moves up his chest until her crotch is in his face and she's sitting on his lips. It's awkward and the way they're lying on the bed means she has nothing to hold on to but his nose nudges the fabric to the side, and his tongue works its way in circles around her clit and it's not long before she's gasping and digging her fingers into her own thighs.
And then a shock runs through her body and she shivers and lets out a choked noise... and it's not like the last time she had an orgasm, alone in her bedroom with a vibrator and some average girl on girl porn.
She never thought she would say screwing someone whom she has such a contentious history with was intimate. But it is.
And then her heart drops and she gets off the bed and asks him where his bathroom is, and he gestures to a door with his bound hands, breathing hard and digging his toes into the bedspread. She hears a soft sound and the jingle of a belt buckle and assumes he's trying to free his wrists. She opens the bathroom door and looks for a lightswitch.
"I don't have switches."
She jumps in surprise at his voice right behind her. It's rough, like he's been coughing all day. She turns and looks at his form, illuminated by the bedroom. His wrists are still bound together, and his cock is hard between his thighs and she feels bad for a moment until she doesn't.
"So turn the light on for me."
"Bathroom on." She turns to the sink and turns on the tap, washing her hands and running her cool wet palms up her arms. She looks in the mirror and he's leaning on the opposite wall. She's not sure how to describe his expression, somewhere between lust, irritation, and curiosity.
"Hufflepuff."
She snorts and turns off the tap. "What, you can't get that off yourself?"
Their eyes meet in the mirror and he steps forward until he's close enough to lower his hands over her, trapping her in the circle of his arms.
"I want you to do it." His breath is hot against her neck, and she shivers as he kisses her shoulder. She fumbles for the buckle and it drops with a clang to the porcelain.
She's not sure how she ends up with her back against the mirror and her ass on the counter, but she does. And he's fucking her hard until she's gasping and shuddering, and he's telling her every other way he wants to have her, until his words have devolved into stuttering, erratic breaths and he stills against her. She rubs her clit for a few moments until she's there again, and as she clenches around his softening cock she can't help but wonder what the fuck she's doing and why it doesn't feel completely wrong.
"What the hell are we doing?"
He pulls back and for the first time since she's met him she would swear he looks vulnerable and so ridiculously young and she's sure this time it's not a ploy.
And when he kisses her it's like a romance novel, when the butterflies are in your stomach and you feel your whole insides swell, and she tries not to show it by biting down hard on his bottom lip and sucking it into her mouth before ripping her face away from his.
"I have to go pick up my kids."
He grins and runs a finger down the side of her face.
"Me too."
She chokes a breath, and he tosses his head back and laughs.
"That age difference power fantasy is all yours baby, but thanks for the compliment."
End.
