Tutor 

I receive a knock at the door. I glance at the time. It’s nearly 10pm. I know who it is. I walk carefully to the door, peek out the peephole, hardly daring to breathe. After all this time, you still have that effect on me. 

 

I open the door. You’re standing there, broken, beaten, bloody & mangled. Your hair is tangled & you look like you’ve been partially strangled the way your face is angled. Your hair is a wet mess & you’ve been balling. I glance at my phone that I forgot to take off silent, to notice that you’ve been calling. Time was stalling itself. 

 

I’m not here for anything but to ask you for help and admit that I was wrong. I accepted your apology before you apologized but thank you. And of course I’ll help you but not without.. I firmly pull you into me, making you blush and find your lips, moving my hands and fingers down to your righteous hips. You wrap your arms around me, reaching your from tippy toes as we touch noses as if we’re smelling roses. 

 

I have always loved you. You pull away. 

You have always hated me & I don’t need your money. I have my own. I need your contacts.

That hate was jealousy because I loved you more than he did.

I don’t want to talk about him.

Then we won’t but we will talk about us.

You turn your head to avoid eye contact. 

There is no us.

There was always an us. That’s why it was so awkward.

You glance back at me with pursed lips and a lofty look on your face. 

Prove it

 

Unexpectedly, I re-grab you, causing you to drop your bags on the floor, push you against the front door and start searching for your panties. You want me to stop emotionally but physically your body is hungry for me. It always has been. You just refused to cheat which I admire the hell out of. You truly deserve love. 

 

You writhe against my hands, pausing to see my reaction which pleases you immensely. You’re cornered. No way out. No tithe to pay. No tutor to see. It’s just you and me. 

 

Give in, I say. It’s okay. We’re both single with no way to mingle. My fingers tingle on your warm skin, slick with sweat. It wasn’t hard to pick. 

That was still the trick 

 

I need your bed 

I nod my head, leading the way. 

As you lay down, I hear sirens across town. 

If anyone deserves the foreign crown, you do. 

Thanks. I’ve earned it. Now fuck me. 

Well that was a change of emotional events in under 10 minutes. 

I used to have manners but idk where they went. 

You don’t need manners when you’re sleeping with me. 

I think I might be keeping you. 

 

I part your legs, sliding in between them, waiting for that first raspy gasp between your cries and moans. I’m going to shake you to your fucking bones. Anyone who wants to call you for the next 24 hours will get your voicemail after the dial tone. You have power but so do I. I’m a rich man with those connections you need. You’re a rich woman with the publicity I want in the right font. You want my seed, even if you won’t admit it. 

 

Get me pregnant. 

I was already planning to before you ever showed up, I almost whisper in your ear. 

Your moans turn into groans that turn into small screams. 

Now that’s what I like to hear. 

I want to be in your dreams, sweetie. 

Your eyes roll back as you stare at me 

I bring you back. I want you to look me in the eyes when you finish so you don’t diminish your orgasm. 

 

Your body clenches as you reach your peak, leaving you weak and too tired to sleep or move. I’m not far behind. You’ve already lost your damn mind. It’s gonna be really hard to find in the morning while we’re scorning the time because it’s too early for the sun to shine. At least you’re mine. 

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