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trouble.”
    “I bet you do,” I answer back,
trying to ignore the way she’s acting now that she knows who I am.  They
all act like this.  Every one of them.  It gets monotonous. 
Just once, can’t someone surprise me?   “Nice to meet you.”
    I turn around and walk back
toward the house, but she takes two steps and grabs my arm. I pause.
    “But you didn’t,” she says hesitantly,
a bit unsure now. “You didn’t meet me.  My name’s Jacey.”
    I sigh.   “Your name
doesn’t matter.”
    I keep walking, ignoring the
way she sucks her breath in, the way she calls after me in agitation, the way
she gives up and stops in defeat.
    I might be an asshole, but I
don’t lie.
    Her name doesn’t matter.
    Not to me.
    I leave the entire situation
behind, out of my sight and out of my mind.  Within a few minutes, I’m
standing in front of Kira again.
    “All taken care of?” she purrs,
reaching for me.  I nod, burying my face between her heavy naked tits as
she unbuckles my belt.  “Bind my hands with this, and come on my face.”
    She doesn’t have to ask me
twice. 
    “You’re such a dirty girl,” I
whisper in her ear as I push her onto the couch and bind her hands above her
head, just tight enough for the leather to bite into her flesh.  Just the
way she likes it. 
    And then I grasp my dick in my
hand and fuck my fist, just the way I like it. 
    For just a second, for some
strange reason, the blonde chick’s face pops into my
mind, her eyes wide and brown.  I have no idea why, but I shake my head to
clear it.  I focus instead on the matter at hand. 
    Within another two minutes, I
come on Kira’s face, spurting in a cream-colored arc that spatters onto her
tanned skin. She licks a drop from her lips and grins at me.
    “Welcome home, lover.”
    “Don’t call me that,” I shake
my head as I pull my jeans back on and collapse next to her.  She rolls
her eyes. 
    “Why?  It’s what we
are.  You always come back to me, Dom.  You know that.”
    I unbind the belt wordlessly,
tossing it onto the floor.  I might always come back to her whenever I
come home, but I don’t fuck her.  Not really.   I haven’t
actually fucked someone in years.    
    “ Lover would indicate
that I bury my dick in your sweet pussy,” I glance at her, then reach out to
run my finger over the swell of one of her tits, then trail it downward to her
crotch.  She arches toward my touch. “And you know I won’t do that.”
    I pull my hand away abruptly
and Kira scowls.  “Yeah, I know that.  What I don’t know is
why.  Dominic, you’ve got needs too.  Fucking someone in the ass
can’t possibly fulfill them. Neither can watching other people fuck or jacking
off and coming on my face.  Sex isn’t just sex, Dom.  You need all
the good stuff that comes along with it.”
    “Oh, I do, do I?” I ask, amused
now. “Like what?  Like having women get attached and hoping that I’ll
marry them?  Or worrying that I’ll get some fucking disease or…”
    “Just stop,” Kira interrupts me
with a glare.  “ I know you , Dom.  I know you. I know why you
do what you do.  You don’t want to get close to someone again. You don’t
want to give them that kind of power over you.  But Dom… it’s time.
 It’s time for you to finally get over her and come back to life.”
    “One, don’t talk about her,” I
instruct Kira icily, staring at her hard.  “You know better than
that.  And two, are you insinuating that I’m not living?”
    Kira sighs as she pulls her
shirt on, forgoing her bra.  She stuffs it into her purse and glances up
at me.
    “You know damn well what I’m
insinuating.  You’ve been a shell for six years, Dom.  Six fucking
years.  That’s a long time.  I’ve been patient.  I’ve done
everything you needed.  But there comes a time when a girl needs to be
fucked.  I’ve got needs, Dominic.”
    I have to chuckle now, at the
idea that I’m the only one Kira’s depending on