“Your body belongs to you, Dana. Not to him, or me, or anybody else. You are in control of everything that happens here.”
I hear a surprised gasp. Her fingers knead the back of my neck.
Then I tell her, “But until you say different, you are mine.”
Her warm breath tickles the tiny hairs on my neck. She turns her head and places a small kiss below my ear.
“I’m all yours,” she whispers.
Backing away, I look down into her eyes. She is confident and sure. I give her a peck on the lips, then lift her to her feet.
Across the room, Asshole sets his phone aside, still wearing a smirk. He’s trying to appear nonchalant. The knuckles gripping the carved wooden arm of his chair are white.
Dana introduces us. In a disarming, servile gesture, I go to him, extending my hand first. He thinks I’m a buffoon. He doesn’t rise from his chair. The low angle of his hand forces me to bend in a semblance of a bow to reach it.
Pushing his advantage, he maneuvers his grasp intending to deliver a bone-crushing shake. I shove the web of my thumb up against his, then curl my fingers underneath the side of his palm. He acts unaffected, but a slight knitting of his brow tells me he can’t understand why this isn’t working like it usually does.
I paste on an insincere smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ‘Richard’.”
Dana snorts. She has to turn away so her husband doesn’t see her. It is our special secret. We are bonded in our treachery. The cuckolding has begun.
Her annoyed husband doesn’t get it. “My name is Mitchell.”
“Sure it is, Richie.”
It’s the first shot across the bow. His nostrils flare. Dana is making funny noises, not quite able to hold it in. That pisses him off even more.
“Alright, Jacko, or Jack-off, or whatever your name is.” He smiles at his own weak witticism. With a dismissive wave, he says, “Let’s move this silly show along so we can all get out of here.”
“You’ve got the room all night. Just sit tight, little man.”
He bristles, then the smirk comes back. “You wanna see ‘little’?”
Mitch unbuckles his pants and shoves them down his thighs. I have to admit, it is impressive. His fingers and thumb don’t meet as he strokes it proudly. The small, conical head reaches above his navel. It looks freakish.
Having puffed himself up and displayed his supremacy, the dominant silverback challenges the intruder.
“What do you have, ‘little man’?”
“I’ve got the dick that’s gonna fuck your sexy wife in ways you never will.”
A tiny wince disturbs his arrogance. He knows that’s part of the reason we’re here. A small part. We will address the rest of his problems in due time.
“Whatever,” he shakes his head, throwing an irritated glance at Dana. “Just do it and get it over with. A condom is on the table over there and–”
“No condoms.”
“How do I know whether you–”
“You don’t know.”
“Listen, Jacko. Here are the rules. Number one–”
“The only rules you need to know are sit down, shut up, and stay the fuck out of my way.”
He straightens in his chair. “You worthless little prick. You don’t seem to understand who the fuck–”
A practiced motion brings the pistol around from the small of my back. It’s aimed a few degrees south of his crotch.
“Yeah, I understand. You have a big dick and a lot of money. You think that makes you top dawg,” I tell him. “This here is a Smith and Wesson. It has a net worth of around three hundred dollars. It’s got a three-point-one inch dick that ejaculates eight spurts of nine-millimeter hollow-point lead cum. This tiny dick has killed two men and one woman for our country. It can turn you into a eunuch before you count to one. Any questions, Richie?”
He is quivering. In his tailored jacket and dress shirt, with his pants at his knees and that rapidly-shrinking monstrosity lying across his leg, he looks pathetic. He makes one more play at trying to be the one in charge.
“You won’t get away with this. Kidnapping is illegal.”
“Kidnapping? Either of you can leave any time you want,” I chuckle. “What would you tell the police? You don’t know my real name, where I’m from, what I’m driving, or what it is I do.”
“You stupid fucking bitch!” He yells at Dana, turning on the one person he thinks he can still bully. “See what you did?”
“Leave her out of this!” I bellow, and he jumps. My smile disappears. I give him my coldest stare. My voice is calm. “If I were you, I would be extra nice to your wife. She is your lifeline. She can make this all stop with two words.”
Although my eyes are on her husband, I am speaking to Dana. She is behind me. I have left myself exposed. She said she trusts me. The presence of the nine-mil is asking for a completely different level of trust.
“Tell him, Dana,” he begs her. “Tell him to go away. I’ll make it up to you. Please, let’s just forget about this and go home.”
“Stop whining, Mitchell,” she says, using his given name like a parent with a petulant child. “You knew the deal when you decided to come along. This was my choice. It’s gonna happen whether you’re here or not. Either do what he says or wait for me in the car.”
My tension idles down to a low thrum. Our bond is stronger than I’d hoped for. I get the impression she’s enjoying her wimpy husband’s discomfort. Payback is hell.
“I’m not leaving you alone with this madman,” he says, although I suspect he has another motive for sticking around.
“Bravo for you, Richie!” I grin. “You’re not a complete chicken-shit all the time, are you?”
Before he can reason his way through the logic of that question I hit him with another zinger.
“You know what I think?” I taunt him. “I’m looking at that big, hard, donkey-sized erection and that makes me think you’re just another cuckold who gets off watching his sweet wife get fucked by a real man.”
“You sonofa–” He starts to rise.
“Watch it, Richie-boy.” I swing the S&W in a circle to remind him. He falls back. “This trigger is a lot like you. All it takes is a little tickle to make it go off.”
Dana snickers. Mitch’s face is a deep red. I hope he doesn’t stroke out on me too soon. The circus is just getting cranked up.
Stuffing the nine-mil in the back of my pants–where Dana can easily get to it if she’s so inclined–I retrieve my cheapest tie from my inside coat pocket.
“What’s that for?” he says.
“This is insurance,” I tell him. “I don’t want you playing the big hero and coming up behind me while I’m doing the dirty with your beautiful wife. I’m gonna tie just one arm to the chair and–”
“No!”
“It’s my show and my rules, Richie-boy,” I remind him gruffly. “It’s either this or you have to leave.”
“You’re not going to kick me out of my own goddamn room.”
“Okay,” I shrug. Dana is watching the festivities, stretched across the bed with her head cocked up on an elbow. She looks luscious. I tell her, “Grab your stuff. We’re going down to my room.”
“No! Wait!” Mitch says, just as I expected. “Only one arm?”
“I’m not uncivilized.” I nod toward his tumbler. “Seriously, how else are you gonna drink your Scotch while your wife is coming all over my little weenie?”
He scowls, but relents.
“Okay,” he says. “Not too tight.”
“I am a professional,” I tell him. Looking back and forth between his arms, I ask, “Which hand do you use to whack off?”