Page 16 of Eden's Deliverance

I need to get Scarlett off my mind, get this temporary hair dye off my head, and have a good jerk-off session. And if I tap into the spank bank for a few images of Scarlett laid out on that bed for me…

What Skylar doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

The past few days have been a serious fucking downer. It’s a little hard to get a chick out of your head when she’s the only thing your roommate wants to talk about. Really, I’d settle for discussing the weather.

“So, this weather, huh?” I ask, taking a step forward to crane my neck towards the sky.

“I don’t give a shit about the rain, I was fucking talking, dude.” Yeah, I guess that was too much to ask for. Skylar takes another drag of his cigarette and pretends like I didn’t interrupt the most diabolical shit to come from his mouth. “We’ve got to make her want it so bad she’s crawling for it. What if we both go in white masks next time, but neither of us take her into the back rooms? Or we could—”

“You want to commit a whole night to pretending you’re a Pearl, just to get nothing out of it? That sounds like a lose-lose, my guy.” A drop of rain splashes on my hand, so I duck closer under the awning before my own cigarette gets doused out.

“You’re not fucking hearing me,” he snaps. “We already know she wants us, but we have to draw it out. Don’t you want her to beg? You love that shit, psycho.”

“As if you’d ever let me touch her again. It sounds an awful lot like I’m just doing you sexual favors ‘cause I’msucha nice guy.”I’m not.“Sorry, I don’t see the appeal in icing out my balls for your entertainment. My sack was the size of a snowball last time, asshole. And it won’t even be worth it to blow my load for some vanilla slut after I’m done teasing your bitch.”

He’s getting angry—he needs me, and we both know it. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping he would offer to sweeten the pot, but that’s about as likely as me falling in love and settling down.

I stare blankly into the dark night as I smoke, contemplating what that might look like. I don’t know how to treat a woman if it’s not in the bedroom, so I couldn’t be a partner, a husband, or a father. It’s just not for me.

Funny, Scarlett said the same thing.

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it, it’s just not forme.”

I know what my mother would say. It’s the same thing all those red-eyed zombie mothers who secretly hate their life say to people who express the desire to be child-free.

“You’ll understand when it happens to you.”

Hm, that’s an idea, isn’t it?

She might change her mind if I could convince her this is something shecouldwant. She just needs to give it a proper chance.

“What if I would?” Skylar’s voice drags me from my own diabolical thoughts, and it takes a minute to register the implication.

Still, I need that shit in writing so he can’t revoke the offer.

“Would what?” I ask. I already know what he’s about to say—and I love the guy—but I love watching him cave against his better judgment almost as much.

“What if…” You can tell he’s really struggling with it internally. Like I said, this kid has never liked sharing his toys. “What if I let you have her too? If we can get her, what if I let you in on it?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” A greedy, victorious smile invades my face, and you can almost see the regret on his. “In that case, I have an idea.”

5

Scarlett

Penelope and I haven’t talked much about what happened last week at Eden, and I’m eternally grateful for the silence of it all.

I gave her a brief rundown; that it didn’t totally pan out the way I was expecting, but I want to keep trying. I’m sure it was hard for her to see me in the state I was in after that guy left me in the White Room, but she’s kept a slack enough leash to allow me the space I need to move past it.

The truth is, even though I was mad at the time, I can’t deny the excitement I feel when I relive the memory of what happened. I may have ended the night with another man, but all I can think about ishim.

As the days have passed and I’ve spent more time processing everything from that night, I don’t think it was a rejection at all. The whole purpose of the club is to explore your sexual fantasies.

While orgasm denial may not have been on my bingo card for the year, I still learned a lot about myself from the whole experience.

Apparently, I’m really into being tied up and ordered around.

I’m sure there’s some psychological reason why someone like me—who is usually cold and calculated in her decision making—would prefer to have an alter-ego in bed, but I don’t pay much mind to the thought.

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