Scar
Orin Callahan does not sound happy.
I’m back in my Dallas office. The new secretary is outside my door-a young man named Brian. Janine said he came highly recommended. We’ll see about that.
“I’ll be straight with you, Scarfoni,” he says, and I note that I’m not Scar anymore. “I thought we had an understanding. You come to Boston, you work for my family, you get access to power you never dreamed about before. Do I really have to spell it out?”
“No, sir, you don’t,” I say, looking at the window. Thinking about my wife at her office right now. My real wife. “Unfortunately, Rita got a job here in Dallas, a job that I can’t ask her to leave. I either stay here with her, or we do the long-distance thing, like I mentioned. I decided long distance won’t work. I won’t be leaving Dallas after all.”
Orin grunts, his annoyance obvious. “That’s not acceptable.”
“It’s the way things are. I wish it worked out differently.”
“You’re making a mistake, Scarfoni. I’ll give you another chance-”
“With all due respect, I don’t want or need another chance. I’m not moving to Boston. If you’d still like to be my client, I’d be happy to work for you from here, remotely-”
“Fuck that,” he snarls. “If you weren’t a fucking lawyer, if you didn’t have ties to the Scavo Famiglia and the Khazan organization, I’d hunt you down and cut your throat. As it is, I’ll make sure to tell everyone in my world not to do business with you. Good luck getting work, Scarfoni.”
“I hope you reconsider that stance, but I understand you’re frustrated. I won’t hold it against you.”
“Fuck off, you little twat. There are a dozen fucking lawyers lining up to work for me and my family. We’ll be fine. You won’t. Good luck, cocksucker.” The line disconnects with an abrupt click.
I hang up my receiver and smile to myself. I pick up my phone, texting Rita.
Scar: That didn’t go well.
Rita: Orin yelled at you? I assume he doesn’t have the emotional maturity to accept rejection?
Scar: Threatened me. Yelled, insulted. The usual. But it’s done with.
Rita: I’m sorry. And I’m happy. I get to come home to our apartment, and you’ll be there.
Scar: Absolutely I will be. And I plan on making up for lost time.
Rita: You animal. I have work every day now, you know.
Scar: Your work schedule is getting in the way of me feasting between your legs.
Rita: Well, maybe I can pencil you in.
Scar: Good girl. Make time for me. I promise, you’ll enjoy it.
Rita: Tell me more. In detail.
Rita: Actually, no, please don’t. This is my second day! I can’t get all flustered already.
Scar: Picture holding you down with one hand while my other fucks your soaking little pussy, nice and slow, before I bend my face down to lick your clit, sucking you, drinking you, making you writhe and scream. I want you to soak my chin, you dirty girl.
Rita: Scar! I’m turning off my phone.
Scar: I’m picturing your legs wrapped around my face.
I grin, but there’s no response. The poor girl really must’ve turned it off.
At least she knows what to expect tonight.
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Rita
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as I come for the third time, his mouth between my legs, his tongue licking me in fast circles like a freaking demon. I’m naked, sweating, gripping the sheets. “Oh my god, Scar.”
He laughs as he comes up and kisses me. I taste him on his tongue, that filthy man. He holds me against him, already spent, his orgasm down my throat. “That’s my good wife,” he whispers.
“You’re a bastard,” I say, grinning stupidly. Still in that lovely post-orgasm glow. “It’s late, you know. I have to be up in-” I check the clock and groan. “Five hours. Oh my god, I’m going to be exhausted.”
“I should let you sleep.” But he doesn’t release me.
I stay right there, head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
“I’ve been thinking.” I talk quietly. I’m afraid that if I say this out loud, I’m going to screw things up, but I feel like it’s important to get this conversation out of the way. “You know, about our relationship.”
“What about it? I’m feeling very good about things right now.” He kisses my neck. “Actually, if you keep looking like that, I’m going to feel even better about it very soon.”
“Easy, boy,” I say, shivering with delight. This man is insatiable. And he’s insatiable for me. “It’s just that, we’re still married.”
“Yes, that’s true.” He says it like he’s stating a simple fact. That a very complicated, tangled web of emotions.
“Well, I mean, I’ve been thinking. We don’t need to be.” I blink rapidly, not able to look at him.
He pulls back. I want him to return, to feel his body. I’m intensely aware of how naked I am. Covered in my own sticky liquid, smelling like his.
“Do you want to end our marriage?” he asks gently. Like he’s trying to coax a scared horse into running.
“I’m just saying that we don’t have to be married. We can date, we can take it slow, you know? I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped.”
“I don’t feel that way.” He tilts my chin toward him, staring into my eyes. “If you feel like you need to go a more traditional route, I’ll get the divorce papers drawn up and we can figure things out. But just so you know, that would be a waste of ink, because I’m not going anywhere. Whether we stay married now, or we divorce and marry later, you will be my wife.”
I blink away tears. “Quit doing that.”
“Doing what?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused.
“Saying the right thing. You keep making me cry.”
“I don’t want you to cry. I’m only saying how I feel for once in my life.”
I kiss him. I hold the kiss there, tasting him, reveling in him. “I don’t want a divorce. I want to be with you.”
“I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours.”
“You’re my husband.” I like the sound of that word, husband. “And I’m your wife.”
“There is one thing.” He takes my hand and raises it up. “We can get different rings if you want.”
I shake my head. “I love my ring.”
“Just offering. I wouldn’t be insulted if you wanted something more personal.”
“No, this one is perfect.”
“Good.” A smile slips back onto his face. “Now, I believe I want going to turn you around and fuck you from behind until I come deep between your legs.”
“Actually,” I say, pushing him ack. “I was going to ride you for ten minutes, scream your name, then pass out.”
“All right then.” He pulls me onto him, his cock already stiffening. “That’s a fair compromise.”