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his little girl after a hard day. Or in this case, a hard fucking. "How come we never do stuff you want? You're always doing everything for me in the bedroom. You haven't told me your stupid little fantasies. Do you want me to start calling you Mommy?"
"Not in the least. The only people who are going to call me mommy are our children." Deflect. I didn't want to talk about what I wanted.
"Then what? Come on. Open up. I wanna know what turns you on when I'm not around –- I want to make you cum harder than you've ever cum before."
"My fantasy is just making you happy, Roman. Isn't that enough?"
"Not enough. Everyone has some sort of kink, fetish, Cait. Do I have to start guessing?"
"Please, Roman, let's just get some sleep."
"I wanna do something awesome for you. I fucking love you, Cait. Come on. Is it waterworks? I'll totally piss on you if that gets you off. You know how much it squicks me, but it doesn't matter."
"No. Not that."
"It can't be worse. Shit? It disgusts me, but I'll do it for you."
"Fuck. No." I slapped him in the chest.
"Extreme bondage? I let you suck on a straw so you can breathe then seal you in latex?"
"What kind of porn are you watching, Roman?"
"Not much when I have you to think about." He stroked my back. "Okay, I still watch porn, but nothing like that."
He wasn't going to let me go so easily. I heaved a breath. It's true. We all have deep, dark, hidden fantasies. They might not be as extreme as others, but we still don't want anyone else to know. "You sure you just don't want to go to bed, Roman? We have a long day tomorrow."
"Tomorrow’s Sunday, Cait. I was just going to sit around the house and eat cheese curls, watch football."
Dammit.
"Spill it, honey. I ain't sleeping until you shoot me some truth." Why couldn't be like all the other men and just doze off as soon as he came?
"You're going to think I'm some sort of freak if I tell you, Roman."
"I told you I liked being called Daddy. You didn't judge me. I'm sure most people would think because I like that I was going to molest any daughter we have."
"That's silly. I told you. You'll be a great father."
"And you'll be a great mother, no matter what the hell you tell me. Spill it. No sleeping until you do. I'm gonna keep poking you to stop you from drifting off."
"I never told anyone this. Not even my therapist. Not anyone."
"Tell me. You'll feel better."
I took a long, deep breath. "I, um." Was I really going to finally confess my deepest, darkest desire to him? It was never going to happen. God forbid, it should never happen, and even if it did, I'd be in tears that weren't from joy. "I have rape fantasies."
"Hmm?" He kind of shrugged, unimpressed.
"I fantasize about a man following me for days, picking me above all others, waiting for a moment to strike. That he would take me down, and roughly use me. He wouldn't care what happened to me. The only thing that would matter to him is his own pleasure from using my helpless body. He'd tear apart my clothes. My screams and cries would only invigorate him to fuck me so hard, so recklessly. "
Roman waited, taking in what I was saying, still no expression change.
"And most bizarrely, I'd want him to degrade me. Spill his cum on my face. Or hell, even worse. Fill my pussy with his seed. Make me pregnant, make me carry his bastard child. Then leave me for dead, the evidence of his act oozing out of me."
He stroked my hair, as if as though lost deep in thought.
I heaved a breath, just letting out years of repressed desire. "That someone would ruin me just for a wanton act of lust. It's just exhilarating to think about, even though if it ever happened, I'd be terrified." I paused, not wanting to look at him. "You must think I'm some sort of slut now."
"That's it? Really, the piss and shit would have been more extreme." He flashed me a smile. That was what I
"Not in the least. The only people who are going to call me mommy are our children." Deflect. I didn't want to talk about what I wanted.
"Then what? Come on. Open up. I wanna know what turns you on when I'm not around –- I want to make you cum harder than you've ever cum before."
"My fantasy is just making you happy, Roman. Isn't that enough?"
"Not enough. Everyone has some sort of kink, fetish, Cait. Do I have to start guessing?"
"Please, Roman, let's just get some sleep."
"I wanna do something awesome for you. I fucking love you, Cait. Come on. Is it waterworks? I'll totally piss on you if that gets you off. You know how much it squicks me, but it doesn't matter."
"No. Not that."
"It can't be worse. Shit? It disgusts me, but I'll do it for you."
"Fuck. No." I slapped him in the chest.
"Extreme bondage? I let you suck on a straw so you can breathe then seal you in latex?"
"What kind of porn are you watching, Roman?"
"Not much when I have you to think about." He stroked my back. "Okay, I still watch porn, but nothing like that."
He wasn't going to let me go so easily. I heaved a breath. It's true. We all have deep, dark, hidden fantasies. They might not be as extreme as others, but we still don't want anyone else to know. "You sure you just don't want to go to bed, Roman? We have a long day tomorrow."
"Tomorrow’s Sunday, Cait. I was just going to sit around the house and eat cheese curls, watch football."
Dammit.
"Spill it, honey. I ain't sleeping until you shoot me some truth." Why couldn't be like all the other men and just doze off as soon as he came?
"You're going to think I'm some sort of freak if I tell you, Roman."
"I told you I liked being called Daddy. You didn't judge me. I'm sure most people would think because I like that I was going to molest any daughter we have."
"That's silly. I told you. You'll be a great father."
"And you'll be a great mother, no matter what the hell you tell me. Spill it. No sleeping until you do. I'm gonna keep poking you to stop you from drifting off."
"I never told anyone this. Not even my therapist. Not anyone."
"Tell me. You'll feel better."
I took a long, deep breath. "I, um." Was I really going to finally confess my deepest, darkest desire to him? It was never going to happen. God forbid, it should never happen, and even if it did, I'd be in tears that weren't from joy. "I have rape fantasies."
"Hmm?" He kind of shrugged, unimpressed.
"I fantasize about a man following me for days, picking me above all others, waiting for a moment to strike. That he would take me down, and roughly use me. He wouldn't care what happened to me. The only thing that would matter to him is his own pleasure from using my helpless body. He'd tear apart my clothes. My screams and cries would only invigorate him to fuck me so hard, so recklessly. "
Roman waited, taking in what I was saying, still no expression change.
"And most bizarrely, I'd want him to degrade me. Spill his cum on my face. Or hell, even worse. Fill my pussy with his seed. Make me pregnant, make me carry his bastard child. Then leave me for dead, the evidence of his act oozing out of me."
He stroked my hair, as if as though lost deep in thought.
I heaved a breath, just letting out years of repressed desire. "That someone would ruin me just for a wanton act of lust. It's just exhilarating to think about, even though if it ever happened, I'd be terrified." I paused, not wanting to look at him. "You must think I'm some sort of slut now."
"That's it? Really, the piss and shit would have been more extreme." He flashed me a smile. That was what I
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