Rita
Scar decides to surprise me by taking the rest of the day off. We leave the gym and head to a nearby wine bar. Lots of glass, lots of light. Wood and metal are the dominant motifs. We get a table near the front windows, away from the other patrons. Scar orders for both of us. It’s quiet, but starting to fill up as Friday wears on and people leave the office early.
“You’re not talkative,” I say, swirling my red, eyeing him over the glass. Despite claiming he wants to spend time with me, as soon as we’re actually together, it’s like his mind is elsewhere.
He forces a smile though. “Sorry. Just thinking.”
“This is the part of the conversation where you share what you’re thinking,” I prompt, eyebrows raised.
“Just work stuff.” He takes a drink. Shutting down again. Pushing me away.
I want to push him on it, but decide on a different tact. “This morning when I sucked your dick, that’s the first time I ever swallowed.”
He chokes on his drink, looking around to see if anyone heard. “I’m sorry, what now?”
“Your cum. It was the first time I ever swallowed cum.”
“That’s good to know.” He clears his throat. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Actually, I didn’t mind,” I admit. “It wasn’t my favorite thing in the world, but the way you looked at me was totally worth it. I could get used to it.”
“You could get used to me coming in your mouth,” he says quietly.
I inwardly beam at the look in his eye. “Definitely. You’re pretty big though, so I’ll have to work a little harder to get you down my throat. Right now, I can barely fit your tip in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“It’s okay though. I’m totally game to work on it.”
He licks his lips. “I’m happy to help you practice.”
“Perfect. Next time though, I want you to reach between my legs and touch me. I really like it when I moan with you in my mouth. I think I might even be able to come again if you rub me just right. I was so fucking wet this morning.”
“I can do that,” he growls. “But I’m not sure what you’re trying to do to me right now.”
“What?” I ask innocently. “I’m not doing anything, just talking about sucking your cock like I did this morning. You liked that, right? You sure seemed like you did. Kept grabbing my tits and moaning.”
“Rita,” he says, jaw working. “Now you’re being cruel.”
“Cruel? I think cruel would be licking you root to tip, swirling my tongue around, pressing my tits together, but not letting you finish on my tongue. Now that would be cruel. But we both know I never would.”
“Rita,” he says sharply, breathing fast.
I sit back, swirling my drink, watching him squirm. “Yes, husband?”
“If you keep teasing me like this, I’m going to drag you from this bar, take you back to the apartment, and-” He stops himself, biting his tongue. Literally, I think he’s actually biting it.
“Yes?” I ask, tilting my head, sitting up straight so my tits are pressed toward him. His eyes drift to my chest back to my mouth. “Go on, what are you going to do if I keep talking about sucking you off?”
“Rita.” He squeezes his eyes closed. “Fuck. I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I ask, deflating slightly. His tone is pained. Worry spreads in my stomach. Did I go too far? Did I push him away-again? I just want to be playful. I want him to know what he’s missing.
“I told you last night that I think you earned your payment already,” he says, staring at me like he wants to smash his glass on the floor and fuck me raw right here on the table.
It feels very good to be looked at like that.
“I recall you saying something like that,” I say with a shrug.
“I didn’t say it lightly. I paid off the balance of your loan this morning.”
I sit back, stunned.
This can’t be real. He’s got to be joking, just messing with me for screwing with him. “You don’t know my login info,” I say quietly.
He smirks. “Your username is your email address, and your password is Rita123.”
“How did you know?” I say, blinking rapidly, heart rate doubling.
“Wasn’t exactly hard to crack.” His head tilts to the side. “Take out your phone and check.”
“This isn’t funny,” I whisper, putting down my drink to do it. I tap in the website and pull up my account info. “Seriously, Scar. I know it was mean to talk about swallowing your cum but-”
Fucking fucking fuck.
I stare at my balance. I stare at the last payment.
He really did it.
Scar really paid it all. Every dime of my student loans, wiped out in one massive deposit.
I’m free.
Holy shit, I’m free.
I burst out in tears. I sob, right there in the bar, unable to help myself. People are staring, but fuck, I’m free, I don’t have to keep taking shitty jobs to make ends meet, I don’t have to live in awful apartments because I can’t afford better. I’m free to be my own person, to do whatever I want.
I’m finally free.
“Oh, shit,” he says, coming to my side. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you in public. I didn’t think-” He hugs me, trying to soothe me. “It’s okay, Rita, it’s okay. There are no strings attached. It’s all paid off.”
“I know,” I say, laughing through my tears. “I know, it’s just, you don’t understand.” The relief is so palpable it hurts. I feel like I’ve been walking around with weights on my ankles and wrists, but now they’re gone. I can float. I can drift, I can be light on my feet.
I’m free.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” he whispers, hugging me tighter. He says something to the waitress, just reassuring her that I’m okay, that it’s good news. I get myself together, feeling a little embarrassed, but he toasts me, holding my gaze.
“Here’s to a new life,” I say, laughing like I haven’t laughed in a long while. No edge to my voice, no worries.
“Here’s to you doing whatever you want,” he says, but there’s a sadness in his eyes I don’t understand.
I don’t have time to think about it. I’m too busy texting Cait the good news. Too busy looking at my account again, just to see that zero balance.
“What does this mean for us?” I ask him once he settles the bill and we’re outside, walking through the comfortably brisk Dallas early evening.
“It means whatever you want it to mean,” he says. “I fulfilled part of the contract. There’s still the money, if you want it.”
“More money,” I say, shaking my head. “Honestly, Scar, I never thought this would happen. I mean I know we made a deal, but-”
He catches my hand in his. “I promised you I’d take care of you. I don’t break my promises.”
I lick my lips, nodding. “I know you don’t.”
“Good.” He leans forward, brushing his mouth against my cheek. “Now, how about you tell me more about wanting to suck my cock?”
I laugh, pushing him away, a thrill in my heart. “Easy there,” I say.
But he orders a car. “Seatbelt,” he reminds me once we’re inside, like always, and it takes us back home.