Page 34 of Two for Joy

“Elena.”

“Eager Elena.”

“She was very experienced, knew what she was doing, how she wanted it. She took my pants off, got me hard, then pulled me towards her desk. She sat down, spread her legs—she had no underwear on, then guided me into her.”

She’d moaned, and panted, and looked like she was loving it, but just like Romeo predicted, it didn’t feel any different. Enjoyable, but not earth shattering. Then she’d paused, grabbed his hand, and held it to her throat, and something just clicked.

She’d laughed at Romeo’s shock, then told him she liked to be choked, it felt good.

Romeo tightened his grip, and the monster in his head froze. He squeezed, and a dam of endorphins broke in his head. It felt good, a relief—he couldn’t describe it, didn’t know what was happening, but more and more pressure on her throat satisfied the monster. It made it purr with pleasure. He wasn’t hard anymore, his cock slipped from her eager body, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t about sex, it was something else, the something else he’d been searching for. Elena’s eyes bugged from her head, and she clawed at Romeo’s hand, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, it felt too good, finally giving in to the itch, finally understanding how to cure it.

She patted her hand along the desk, found a paperweight, and knocked Romeo in the head with it. He fell to the floor, touched his head, and felt blood. Elena gasped, and wheezed for breath, then got behind her desk, using it as a barrier between her and Romeo.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never known, and I doubt I ever will.”

“What?”

He got to his feet, pressing his palm over the cut on his head.

“You hit me.”

“You tried to kill me.” She whispered.

“I … I wanted to.”

“You did—you animal.”

“Monster.” Romeo corrected. “Call me what I am. A monster.”

“Whatever. I saw that look in your eyes. You wanted to do it. You were going to do it. You—you’re evil.”

“And you’re a lecturer who fucked her student, asked him to strangle her, then assaulted him with a paperweight. It’s in both of our interests to keep this quiet…”

“Romeo!”

He blinked out of the memory, then looked around his cell.

“Huh?”

“You went quiet on me.” Will said. “Then what happened? Was it good?”

“It was memorable…”

“Don’t leave me hanging.”

“We fucked on her desk hard and fast, knocked papers flying, screamed each other’s names, all the normal porn clichés…”

“You horny dog. The best you’ve ever had?”

The best he’d ever had was Chad, in the farmhouse on the table. He’d strangled Chad, teasingly close to killing him, but Chad looked as if he loved it, then thanked him for it. Both he and the monster had got a kick out of it.

“Not the best.”

“Go on then, what tops that?”

Romeo snorted. “That’s for me to jerk off to, not you.”

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