Finn yawned and opened his eyes. He could smell coffee hanging in the air. He sat up on the couch and looked at the coffee table. He couldn't see his phone. He looked down on the floor and under the pillows and blanket to see if he might have dropped it last night. It wasn't there. He got up, put on his shorts, and walked out in the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. He walked through the house and found Jessalyn on the same garden chair as yesterday. She looked at his bare chest and smirked.
"Good morning, handsome," she said.
The little pet name made him smile. She was the cutest this morning. She looked happy. Her eyes were sparkling and her hair was still damp from the shower she had taken before he woke up.
"Have you by any chance seen my phone?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Would you like to tell me where it is?" He asked.
"Only if you promise to keep it on mute. Damian's called us both like 30 times each. I just wanna enjoy this weekend without him constantly checking up on us. I sent him a text saying we are fine and that we've agreed to a no phones weekend," she said.
"I promise," he said.
"I hid it in the dryer," she said.
He started laughing and sat down on the chair next to her. He could get his phone later. Right now he wanted to enjoy a quiet morning with her.
"So what do you wanna do today?" He asked.
He raised the cup to his lips to take a sip.
"What I really want is getting my pussy licked," she said.
He choked on his coffee, coughed, and spit it out.
"What?" He asked.
"But seeing how that is not in the cards, I wanna go out for both lunch and dinner. I haven't been going out for so long. I wanna go to the Mediterranean place for lunch and the Moroccan place for dinner. I miss Moroccan food. I wonder if the owner still remembers me after all this time," she said.
"Could you rewind, please?" He asked. "What the hell kind of sentence was that? Why would you say something like that to me?"
She shrugged and stared at a bird in the garden. She couldn't even look him in the eyes. He moved the chair around so he was sitting right in front of her to force her to look at him.
"Jessalyn, I'm fucking confused right now. Talk to me. Explain what's going on inside your head," he said.
She sighed and placed her cup on the little, round café table.
"We don't have sex anymore. He doesn't want to. He keeps saying I'm not ready but he won't listen to me. I've been in therapy for half a year now. I'm fucking ready, Finn. I'm in a good place again and I wanna live my life and that includes having sex. He won't even touch me or allow me to touch him except for holding hands and giving hugs. I crave to be touched again, Finn, but he refuses. I'm so fucking done with this relationship. I can't take it anymore. I don't know why I still stay with him. Everytime I try to talk to him, whether it's to ask to get my fucking pussy licked or to tell him I'm leaving him, he shuts me down. He won't hear a word I say," she said.
He took both her hands in his and squeezed them.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
"So am I," tears showed in her eyes. "I tried surprising him in the shower. He screamed at me to get the fuck out. He won't even look at me anymore. I disgust him. The fact that another man has touched me when I was supposed to only be his disgusts him, yet he won't let me leave. He keeps pushing me back into the hole I'm desperately trying to climb out of. He won't let me out, Finn. He won't fucking let me live."
"Tell me what happened in that place," he said.
"He kept me locked up in the basement. He would hit me and sit on top of me so I couldn't move, and then he would touch me. That was all he ever did. He touched me. He didn't make me touch him and he didn't rape me. He just kept touching me and telling me how my body belonged to him now. I don't know if he was trying to convince himself and work up the courage but I swear that was all he did. Damian doesn't believe me. He thinks I'm lying about what happened. He thinks that creep did other things to me that I refuse to speak about," she said.
"I believe you," he said.
She let the tears run down her cheeks. It felt so good to be believed by someone like him.
"He forgot to lock the door," she said.
"I heard about that," he said.
"I walked up the stairs and snuck around his house. I tried the front door and the windows I passed. I couldn't open them. He was in the shower. The door was open and I could see his cell phone on the sink. I was so fucking scared, Finn, but I had to do it. I got the phone and went back to the basement. I called 911 and then I waited. It felt like ages before they finally showed up. It was like time was standing still and my breathing was the loudest thing ever until they broke through that door and arrested him. He was still naked when they arrived. Fresh out of the shower with a towel in his hands," she said.
"You did so good," he said.
He leaned in and hugged her.
"I'm proud of you," he said.
"You are? Why?" She asked.
"For finding a way out of there. Not a lot of people would have dared doing what you did. You made sure to get yourself saved and get that creep behind bars where he belongs. He won't hurt anyone else because of your bravery," he said.
He broke the hug and placed his hands on her cheeks.
"At least tell me he still kisses you," he said.
"Sometimes but they're not passionate anymore. It's a quick farewell kiss when he leaves for work, and someone will always come over to babysit me when he's gone," she said.
"That's not right," he said. "You should be kissed everyday. You should have your needs met. You should have..."
He paused and his eyes turned downwards for a brief second.
"Have my pussy licked?" She finished.
"Yes!" He said loudly. "You should have your pussy licked. God damn it, you deserve it, Jessalyn. And you're gonna get your fucking pussy licked."
He dropped to his knees in front of her. He grabbed her knees and pulled her ass to the seat of the chair. He pushed her dress up, pulled her thong aside, and dove in with his tongue. She placed a hand on his head and tried grabbing on to his hair while she pushed her crotch up towards him and moaned out loud.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She panted. "Don't stop! I'm close! Don't you fucking stop, Finn!"
She arched her back and cried out in the most beautiful tones he had ever head. He kept giving her all she could take until she started relaxing again. He moved up fast and kissed her as if his life depended on it.
"Finn!" She mewled.
"Let me take care of you," he said.
"Please!" She begged.
He lifted her up and carried her inside. In that moment Damian and the rest of the world no longer existed. It was all about her. What she wanted. What she needed. What she craved. What she fucking deserved. He was going to give her everything she had been denied for so long.