Flash Fiction Friday ~ 7 Deadly Sins w/ Dawn Kirby

Dawn will be giving us shorts loosely based on the 7 Deadly Sins. Each Sin of pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth will each get 2 shorts a begging for the first round one each week and a conclusion the second round again one each week.

This Weeks Sin is Lust.

This one is

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Unsatisfied (Lust Part 1)

By Dawn Kirby

John rolled over, wanting to pull his wife to him. Make her wake up and please him, but he knew better. As crazy as he was about her, she didn’t want the same things he did. In life she was everything he could ever ask for. A great mom. A wonderful wife. She always had a smile on her face. Everything she did was for him and their four boys. Behind the bedroom door though, well.

She was tired after being everything to everybody day in and day out. The last thing on her mind was trying something kinky once the lights went out. She wanted to be loved. He wanted to use her. Use her to take out all the frustrations and stresses he felt throughout the day.

With a sigh, he turned his back to her and beat the frustration into his pillow. Once it was as flat as possible, he laid his head down and stared at the wall. After a few minutes he was asleep.

Little did he know his lovely wife wasn’t asleep. Though Lynn’s eyes were closed, she was fully alert. Her body ridged, bracing against the inevitable. A touch she used to crave. An embrace she felt so safe in once now repulsed her.

She knew what he wanted. He made it clear to her every time they spoke. Every text he sent. Him, her and another woman. Him, her and another man. A video recorder. Pictures. Not one minute of the day went by that she didn’t know exactly what was on his mind.

With tears streaming down her face, she choked back the sobs so she wouldn’t wake him and eventually cried herself to sleep, knowing she’ll never be enough.

I’ve bided my time with this one. I’ve hoped he’d eventually see more to their situation. Marriage after all is a two way street, inside and outside the bedroom. His problem is that all he sees, all he wants, all he cares about is satisfying desires only he craves. With this man there is no middle ground. No compromise. No matter what his wife has done or will do, it will never be enough. Not for him.

Before I slipped into his dreams, I drifted into hers. Nothing there but sleep. No dreams, no thoughts, no hidden desires. Pure exhaustion. Dreaming was simply a luxury she could no longer afford.

Turning my attention to him, I let myself sink deep into John’s subconscious. There I can see his wants and desires. There I can manipulate him. There I can play. There I can make dreams a reality.

John sat in the hotel bar, swirling the ice in his glass nervously. He wasn’t one to put much stock in dreams, but when they feel as real as the one he’d had the night before, resisting seemed pretty stupid. Why go home to a fish when there was the possibility of there being a woman willing to be the vixen he wanted?

Not that he hadn’t stepped out on their vows before. What man hasn’t? It’s just the women he’d had were only one piece of the package. One might like pain. Another domination. While another might want passionate enthusiasm. None wanted all.

He glanced at his phone. Nine o’clock. Wasn’t that what she’d whispered in his ear just before his alarm went off? With any luck it was. With any luck, he’d be in heaven shortly thereafter. His thoughts went back to the dream. Everything he’d ever wanted.

The screen on his phone lit up alerting him to Lynn’s latest text. He rolled his eyes. As much as he loves her, he needed this. One night without her. One night of lust filled sex, no inhibitions; balls to wall fucking. With a sigh he opened up the text and responded with the typical cheater response…Stuck at work. Be home late. Don’t wait up.

He didn’t even bother waiting for a response. He simply stuffed his phone in his pocket and dismissed any more thought of her or his boys. Tonight was about him. The fact that he might be crazy ran through his mind for the millionth time.

He downed the rest of his scotch and motioned to the bartender for another.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing that,” a woman’s voice said. He turned his head and saw the woman in his dreams. She flashed a key card and smiled. Her dazzling blue eyes were practically dancing. “Shall we fulfill those fantasies?”

John handed the bartender a twenty from his wallet and slid off the stool. The fair-haired woman took his hand and led him out of the bar and toward the elevators. He wanted to say something to her, but words failed him. He really hadn’t expected her to be real. Much less actually show up.

They stepped into the elevator and silently rode up to the tenth floor. Once the doors opened she led him to a suite at the end of the hall and slid the keycard into the lock. He waited for the green light and opened the door.

She walked past him. He stepped into the room and let the door close behind him. For a minute they stood in the middle of the room, looking at each other. She made the first move. And a bold move it was.

Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing nude just feet from him. She was perfect. Slim, toned body. Young. Untouched by age and childbirth. He reached out to touch her. Skin softer than silk.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body against his. She could feel his heart racing; his desire pulsing.

“I feel like I should at least know your name,” he said softly.

“Why?” she asked. “I’m only here for one thing. Who you are makes no difference to me.”

He raised his eyebrow and spun her around, forcing her face into the table. Formalities had officially been tossed aside. He unzipped his pants, spread her legs and rammed himself inside her. She cried out, but it was different. It was pleasure for her, not pain. He thrust harder. Her hips quickly fell into rhythm with his.

He dug his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. Her hips stopped moving. He wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned over her. As much as he didn’t want to keep her where she was, there was so much more he wanted to do.

“The bed,” he said, pulling away from her.

She smiled. “I expected more.”

“Oh I’m not done.” He followed her to the bed. Before she could lie down he stopped her. He tossed a pillow on the floor. “Knees.”

She sunk to her knees in front of him. He dug his fingers into her hair again and rubbed the tip of his penis across her bottom lip. She closed her eyes as he slid it in and out of her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft. He moaned, pulling her hair a little tighter. She rolled her tongue, sending shivers up his spine. He rocked his hips while her tongue drove him into a near frenzy.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled her up by her hair and into the bed. He kicked his pants off and knelt down in front of her. She spread her legs and waited. As soon as his shirt was off, he yanked her toward him. She gasped when she felt his teeth rake across her clit. Pleasure replaced pain when his tongue slipped inside her.

She forced her legs further apart, wanting to him to get as deep as he possibly could. His hand moved up her stomach until it locked around her breast. He squeezed hard; eventually pinching her nipple so hard it brought tears to her eyes. She squirmed under the pain and the low growl she heard come from him.

Her discomfort excited him. His lips closed around her clit as he started to suck. She rocked her hips, trying to loosen the seal he had on her. That only made him more excited.

He crawled on top of her and laid his arm across her throat while his tongue made slow circles around her nipples. As he began to suck, the pressure on throat grew. She could feel her airway being forced closed. His free hand groped at her thigh until he finally forced his hand inside her. Despite herself, she stiffened. Pleasure on her end was gone.

Not that he seemed to mind. He was oblivious to her lack of participation. He had a woman and he was free to use her in any way he saw fit. And he did.

For hours she endured the biting, the pinching, the spanking. He tied her up with the sheets. He squeezed her throat so tight she’d almost blacked out. Over and over she felt the world slip away.

When he released her again she rolled away from him and onto the other side of the bed. He darted over the bed after her. She’d almost made it to the bathroom when he caught her arm and pulled her back to him.

“Not much longer now, my dear,” a voice whispered to her.

“Keep him at ease.” She rolled her eyes at the voice and steeled herself back into character. She thought she’d turn the tables on him and bit his neck. He winched and grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks hard. Right then he realized pain wasn’t something he wanted or enjoyed.

“You give it, but can’t take it,” she said when he let her face go.

“Keeping all this bottled up night after night does that.” He raked his fingers up and down her torso. She wanted to pull away, but thought better of it. “I need an outlet.”

A knock at the door brought her more relief than she cared to admit.

“You might want to answer that,” she said, as she toyed with the hair on his chest.

“Why would I do that?” he asked, ignoring the knock. “I’ve got exactly what I want right here.”

“Answer the door and you’ll see.”

Dawn Kirby lives in West TX with Jamie, her husband of 17 years and their three , DECEIT and TRIBULATIONS. All three part of the paranormal romance Serenity Series published by Twisted Core Press. Her work is also featured in several 7DS Books anthologies such as SEVEN DEADLY SINS, A MAN’S PROMISE, LINGER, among several others. Another short, DATE NIGHT was published in 13 Tales of the Paranormal by Firefly and Wisp. To find out more about Dawn's work please visit www.dawnmkirby.com.
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