Page 62 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

“Kiss me, silly boy.”

I don’t have to beg. He kisses me in front of the whole world, and his mother is the first to offer a toast and take a swallow of her beer. I don’t see Amanda again. She’s slithered away.

The party goes on into the night. Björn leaves with his girlfriends, and Marta takes off with Arthur. Frida and Andrés take a tired Glen home, and Dexter and Graciela want to head back too. They’re in a hurry, and I can’t help but smile at the expression on Graciela’s face. Eric calls Norbert to have him pick us up at the same place he dropped us off. Five minutes later, Dexter, Graciela, Sonia, and Flyn are gone, and it’s just Eric and me.

“I think someone’s going to have a very good time at our house tonight,” says Eric.

Finally, Dexter and Graciela are going to enjoy each other, and, if everything goes well, maybe they’ll take a chance.

Eric and I have fun for about an hour until his cell buzzes. He looks at the text.

“It’s Björn.”

We look at each other.

“He’s at a swinger’s club called Sensations, and he wants to know if we might be interested in joining him.”

My body immediately heats up.

“We’ll go only if you want to,” says my guy as a smile sneaks up on his face. Oh, the heat!

I’m already warmed up from all the beer, so this just makes me burn.

I take another sip of my beer. I’m a little bit nervous.

“Will both the women who were with him be there?”

Eric knows the poodle and I are completely incompatible. “Just Diana.”

I like the idea that the poodle won’t be there and that three predators want to play with me: Eric, Björn, and Diana.

My heart beats faster.

“I want to offer you,” Eric whispers when he sees how hot I’m getting. “I want to fuck you, and I want to watch.”

I nod.

“I want to do this, Eric,” I say, desire evident in my voice. “I want to do this so much.”

Eric quickly types back on his cell.

“Let’s go.”

I would follow him to the ends of the earth.

12

When we leave the tent, Eric puts his arm around my shoulders and tries to make sure no one bumps into me. I like it when he tries to be protective. I like his possessiveness. He doesn’t like it at all when men look at me or touch me, but, in our intimate moments, it arouses him to offer me to other men.

At the beginning of our relationship, I didn’t understand it. It seemed crazy. But after months of having sex with him, I can tell the difference. Everyday life and respect is one thing, and sexual fantasy, when we agree, is another.

I also don’t like it when another woman looks at him or flirts with him. It makes me furious. But when we play, I like to watch him enjoy himself. I know our relationship, especially our sexual relationship, is sometimes hard for other people to understand. My sister would surely freak out and call me a degenerate or a pig or even worse, and my father couldn’t even imagine it. But it’s our relationship, with our own norms, and it works, and I don’t want it to change. No way. Eric has helped me discover a world of kink and pleasure I didn’t know existed, and I feel terribly drawn to it. I like to be watched when I’m having sex. I like it when someone enjoys my body because my partner has opened my legs to them.

And I like watching my partner have a good time.

I’m lost in my own thoughts as Eric makes our way through the mob. When we emerge on the other side, he calls a taxi, and we’re off.

“You’re very quiet. What are you thinking about?”

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