“All right, Junie.” He grabbed hold of her and shook her as lightly as possible, which still felt fairly savage, until she stopped blathering. “This is what happened. As soon as you and Brent ran off together, back to his place—”
“Don’t you start with that. I’m not the one—”
“Shut up.” He shouted and shook her harder. “Don’t interrupt me again.” As vigorously as she’d been fighting, she became limp and her body flailed around helplessly in his grip. Her floating eyes looking into his with shock at his violent outburst. Then his voice came soft. “You’re right. As soon as you two left. She dropped the act. Right along with the flimsy shawl. She told me the only way she could help us was if I let her have her way with me, so I sucked it up and took one for the team. But, when we were finished, she said she felt like a terrible neighbour and begged me to allow her to show her forgiveness by returning the favour. But I was spent, Junie. Drained.”
Juno turned away, too scared to complain that he was hurting her arms again, but he held her firmly in place as she winced and he continued. “And, though I didn’t think it was possible, she got me going again, fast, and she worked me for a good long time. Making up for her inappropriate behaviour with that expert mouth of hers. It was so unbelievably good, I couldn’t stand by myself when she was finished. It was so mind-blowing, I went blind for at least seven seconds. And then, just to keep things ‘even-steven’, I went down on her for as long as it took to take her where she’d taken me. Who’d have thought it? All of your wild blathering predictions actually came true.” Juno flinched, looking confused as David continued to ramble. Completely forgetting that Juno didn’t remember one second of their insane second night in town.
“We hopped in the shower afterward and cleaned up, so we wouldn’t smell like sex,” he continued. “And I insisted she brush her teeth afterward. With your toothbrush. Because that was just the neighbourly thing to do. She actually thanked me for letting her do it. And the night gown? That was just her way of letting me know how grateful she was, by giving me something to think about the next time I had to slum it and sub you in. For the kindness and forgiveness I’d shown her after she forced herself on me. And she let me know, Junie...”
He spoke directly into her ear in a low whisper, as she turned her face away and flinched. “She let me know whenever I got sick of your whiny ass, all I’d have to do was give her a look, or snap my fingers, and her mouth would be on my cock like a garden hose on a spigot. No matter the time. No matter the situation. In front of you, in front of Brent. On the main street in front of God and everyone, if that’s what I desired. That’s what we did this afternoon. Are you satisfied now? Does that answer meet your expectations? Are you finally convinced I’m telling you the truth?”
“That was mean.” She started to cry. “That was really mean. Why would you say that to me? Why would you hurt me? You know I love you.”
“Yeah, I know how desperately you love me.” He scoffed. “What other answer would have been right, Junie? What other answer before was even close?”
“All of them.” She shook her head. “None. I don’t know. I’m just scared. You didn’t have to say that though. Those things. You should just know.”
“I should just know what?” He shook her harder. Scaring her even more and making her muscles burn with pain. “When to let people talk to you like you’re a piece of garbage? When to let you run your mouth and talk to me like I’m an idiot? When to keep it zipped while you tell me you think I’m a liar? A cheater, though you’ve made it abundantly clear you don’t want to be with me? A spineless bastard? When to let you say horrible things about me, or the people who are helping us? Is that what I should just know?”
Cadence’s voice came into his head. I told you this would get complicated, David. Whenever you look at me and insist I’m someone I’m not. In a sense, you are cheating. And you make me complicit in that act. Do you understand now that when you finally stop deceiving yourself, I will sicken you? Do you understand adoring me the way you think you do, though I chastise you, is only going to make things worse?
“What do I say?” Juno stared blankly into his eyes.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he shouted. “And I’m getting really upset. You’re not the only one who’s having a rough time staying off the dope, you know? But I’m not going to humiliate myself by begging you to sleep with me again. I’m never going back to the junk, either. And I don’t know how else to satisfy the craving. I could, seriously, kill you right now. Right here. Get it over with. Maybe that would help. Solve all your problems.”
No killing of innocents, David. Just love her. But, when you love her, Cadence said, you must damp our channel. Because I can’t... I mean, I need to stay connected with you as closely as possible while we provide and, if you catch me off guard, I’m going to hear everything. The only way I can prevent that is to sever our channel and it’s too soon for me to do that. We’re on too tight a clock for me to do that for any amount of time right now. I’m sorry.
“Don’t apologise,” he said out loud.
“How did you know I was going to say I’m sorry?” Juno asked. Cadence’s breath came hot and hard in his head as he felt her rebuking him yet again.
Whoops, David said. And how do I damp our channel?
You simply focus none of your attention on me. It will be easier to do, with time. You’re better at it than you remember. For now, compensate by focusing all your attention on her. Cadence’s voice became distant. Please do make sure she’s good and tired by nine? Inside his head, David voiced his understanding, transformed her visage and hugged his grown up Melody tightly, stroking the back of her neck before she drew back, gave him a solid slap and warned him to knock it off.
“Because,” he said to Juno. “Because you’re scared and you’re talking nonsense. You’re lashing out at everything. Once you settle down, you always apologise. I’m...” He paused. “I’m sorry about what I said before, about what happened when I was alone with Cadence. That wasn’t true. But I felt like it was the length I had to go to. To get your attention.”
“That was pretty bad.” She started to smile as a tear ran from her left eye and she rubbed at her sore muscles.
He licked his thumb and rubbed the tear into her skin.
“But I knew you were lying,” Juno added, breathing more heavily.
He cupped her head in his hands and ran his thumbs from the middle of her lower lip to the sides.
“Because, let’s face it,” Juno continued as her features went soft and she began massaging her stomach, letting her fingers slip down the front of her jeans. “She’s as homely as they come. Brent’s a great guy, and I owe him an apology, too, for being such a bitch to him, but God bless him for being her companion, or whatever he is to her. It’s sweet. How he talks about her like he cares for her. I don’t think he believes what he’s saying, but it’s still sweet. The devotion. ...Go down?” David looked into her eyes, wondering if he was doing what he was supposed to be doing correctly. Cadence’s voice told him he was, and what Juno was saying was true. That he would see her for the abomination she was, soon enough. In his head, he begged Cadence to quit talking down about herself and to let him tire out Juno, and she conceded.
“Well,” he said. “Again, I’m sorry about that.”
“What did I tell you about apologising, Davey?” Juno shook her head and rubbed between her legs, squirming. “It’s weak. Not attractive. At all. Every time I gain an ounce of respect for you. Every time I start to feel like I could let you have me all for yourself. Just let you fuck me like I mean nothing to you and get me off so fuckin’ hard I can barely hold on. Every time. You start with that shit again, and—”
He slapped her across the face, sending her pitching to the left and back as he mentally admonished himself for both losing his temper and forgetting his newfound strength. Before she could find her bearings, he took her head in his hands. “Just shut the fuck up, you condescending bitch.�
� He kissed her on the mouth. Teasing her face with his tongue slowly and deliberately. She kept her lips sealed loosely, trembling with fear, as her features softened even more and her mouth hung open. When he felt her melt in his arms and become lighter, he picked her limp body up and walked her back into the bedroom, resting her on his right arm while he pulled back the bed sheets with the other.
She looked at him in amazement as he prepared the bed, keeping her held safely and surely in his one arm. As though she didn’t weigh an ounce. Seeing no signs of exertion on his face. “Are you going to fuck me now, please? I mean, how are you doing that?” Her features went even more loose.
“What?” he asked as he peeled off her shirt and bra with his free hand, still holding her. His arm solid beneath her like a steel chair.
“You’re not that strong.” He sat her on the bed and stripped her of her remaining clothing, running his tongue from her belly button to her forehead. “You can’t.” She stuttered and dropped onto her back, her eyes losing focus. “But please do...”
He continued to lick her as he threw her clothing off the bed, finally cradling her head in his hands as he lay beside her and licked inside her mouth. Transferring pleasure from his tongue to hers as her eyelids fluttered closed. Not feeling it returned, like when he’d done the same with Cadence, but seeing the effect of the transference happening much more quickly with Juno. And the sense of power he felt as he dominated Juno’s will made him just as excited.
As she felt herself losing control, Juno started to babble. “Please, Davey. Take me. Now. I can’t stand it. I’m going to die if you don’t touch me there. I can’t take anymore of this foreplay. Maybe it’s the danger, but I’m on fire. Please?” She tried to reach between her legs as he pushed her arms to the side.
“No. This is what you get for being a pain in everyone’s ass all day every day.” He continued licking inside her mouth.
“Please?” she begged, barely able to form the word, as she tried to move her arms to her lap again, unable to find the strength.
He felt her hand fumble to grasp him and guide him into her. Flopping around like a fish on dry land. Her eyelids remained shut as he moved his mouth away from hers and licked his way down her abdomen. When her whining became inhuman sounding and her skin looked like it might rupture, he touched her there and her body jolted up at the hips, staining the sheets immediately.
He pushed two of the fingers on his left hand inside of her softly and began teasing her, from the outside, with his thumb. Feeling the total control he had over her body. How she moved exactly how he wanted her to, without him having to say a single word. Becoming more excited the more he pleasured her. And she cried and moaned in ways he’d never heard before. Not even on the night Cadence had given them a small taste of her gift.
“Don’t stop eating me,” she begged.
David considered pointing out that his mouth was about seven degrees north of that part of her body, but he figured she wasn’t listening to him anyway. And the more her body’s reactions pleased him, the more fervent he became in his pleasuring of her. And the more he pleasured her, the more she fluctuated between completely liquid movement and startling bouts of catalepsy. Tears ran from her eyes, pouring like muddied water from an overflowing bath, as she orgasmed over and over again. Each time, managing to open her eyes for the duration of her climax. Looking like she didn’t recognise him at all. At the same time, looking at him like she’d known him her entire life and she felt as if she were merely an extension of him. Five feet and six inches of tender, exposed, raw nerve endings. Every centimetre of her flesh crawling with excitement and shivering with pleasure. Pinching the breath in her lungs and then throwing her body into spasm.
When David pulled his hand away from her, she said something that sounded like her begging him to continue making her cum, though she could hardly stand it, and felt as if she might not be among the living anymore.
He left her writhing on the bed, wetting the sheets in spurts and kicking them to the floor as her body continued to violently convulse. He wandered back into the kitchen to check the clock. It read 7:24, and, after removing the bones from the sink, throwing them in the garbage, taking a quick shower and spending an hour scrubbing away the blood on the walls with a tee shirt he figured he could stand to lose, he went back to rouse Juno and get her dressed.
Though he wasn’t sure how he knew, and Cadence’s voice wasn’t in his head directing him, he began sucking the breath from out of her lungs and, in a minute or three, Juno was coherent enough to begin getting herself ready. Taking a shower she needed help making it to on weakened knees, and dressing herself in clean clothes. Still smelling the stink of sex on her, no matter how many times she rinsed her face or made sure her pants, shirt and the underwear David insisted she put on, were laundry fresh.
At seven minutes to nine, he took her by the hand and they walked across the street to the Strange household. He made sure to leave the bedroom television on and the door unlocked.
“Is it nine already?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Time flies when you’re having—”
“Shut up.” She flushed with embarrassment. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe living in fear is a good thing.” She gave his hand a tug. “I’ve never felt that fucking hot in my life. Davey’s seven little friends. Who knew? Yummy.” She licked his neck and kissed him on the side of his head.
“Seven?”
“Your lips and tongue count as two.”
“Okay, but I... Don’t forget to apologise to Brent,” he said.
“How did you know I need to do that?” she asked.
“Because you told me. Before we... Remember?”
She looked over at him as they knocked on the sliding patio door beside the smoking grill. “Jesus, you tongue-fucked my brains out. Almost literally.”
“It had to be done. Don’t get used to it.”
She looked up at him with love in her eyes, which didn’t make any sense to him at all.
“...This is not a fairy tale... And you have no control.”
I’m back in the corner by Its favourite closet to the left of Its bed as It pretends to sleep and ignore me. It’s seething. Furious with me, but too caught up in preparing to be a good and well-mannered monkey to let loose and try to tear me the new asshole It thinks I deserve.
I tell It I’m here to stay. That that’s been the case since It decided It wanted to come Home and will continue to be the case until I’ve completed my mission. It can’t dismiss me any more than It can dismiss Its own desires.
And It hates the fact I insist on having some degree of fun while I wait for It to come to Its senses, see the path I’m placing before It in full view and walk the road back to where It was born. It especially doesn’t like the fact that, although my favourite monkey has made It mute to his monkey mind, I’m giving It the play by play on how my favourite monkey is taking his filthy whore to places It only wishes It could reach when It rubs pathetically beneath the sheets at Its monkey parts and tries to pretend it doesn’t get any better.
But as much as It amuses me to see It fight with all It has. To do everything incorrectly and ignore the obvious and simple answers and instructions I give It. I’m careful not to take things too far. I don’t want It to ruin everything just to show me It’s the one in charge. Because that’s not so. The best It can do is cause delay. And I won’t remain here one second longer than I have to.
So I soothe It as It rages against the pictures I paint for It in graphic detail. The smells and the sounds of animal sexual release and the pleasure It’s not experiencing because It directed my favourite monkey not to allow It to. How the disgusting monkey, It’s so set on fixing, lusts after the strumpet even more than my favourite monkey ever has.
And I tell It it’s okay to be confused. It’s okay to be uncertain. I agree with It that the road back Home can be messy and fraught with danger. How wrong It would, of course, be to allow Itself to feel the slightest longing
for the touch of my favourite monkey. I let It know I understand, though It makes me sick to stomach the bile I want to spew down Its throat and make It choke on.
And It cries, like It’s been doing every day for what feels like an eternity now. And then It relaxes.
It shakes Itself around in Its bed and It rolls from side to side, never finding comfort. And I can feel It’s beginning to doubt Its own convictions. Thinking maybe, just maybe, I’ve been right all along. Though It still doesn’t want to believe, with every fibre of Its tainted monkey mind, It could ever be wrong. Or that there are more than those two options.
But I treat It softly now. Confusing It even more. Letting It work the demons out from within It on Its own dime and in Its own precious and lonesome time as I whisper:
“...This is not a fairy tale... But maybe there is such a thing as ‘happily ever after’. And, if that’s what you want, you’ll stop punishing the both of us immediately.”
Brent opened the sliding glass door and walked outside to tend to the grill and exchange greetings.
“Howdy, you two.” Brent faked a smile as his eyes met Juno’s. David asked if he could use the bathroom quickly. Brent pointed him to where he was already heading.
Juno stood beside Brent, shifting back and forth in her shoes. Staring at the ground and rubbing at her nose.
“What’s up?” Brent asked.
“I’m just...” Juno said, fidgeting. “I’m really sorry about what I said today. I was being rude to you when you were answering my questions to the best of your ability. And. What I said about Cadence and Davey. Especially what I said to you. About you. And me. You were right. It was inexcusable.” She looked around to see no one was nearby. “Not that you’re not... attractive... I mean. I just. I know you don’t think of me that way. If you did you would have taken advantage when we had seven hours alone. And I was wrong to accuse you of it. I didn’t even know what I was saying when I was saying it. But you were right and I was wrong.” She rubbed at her arms. “I crossed the line. Way over the line. You didn’t do anything to deserve what I said to you. Sometimes I lose control and I treat other people, and myself, badly and you didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of that and I—”
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