A week goes by

A week had passed since my encounter with Deion, since I had given myself to him so freely, so completely. I sat in my apartment, my eyes wandering over the familiar surroundings, my mind drifting back to that night, to the things he had said, the things he had done. I could still feel him, his touch, his kiss, his cock. I shivered, my body responding to the memory, my heart pounding in my chest.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different, that something had changed. I sat on my bed, my knees drawn up to my chest, my arms wrapped around them as I stared off into space, my mind racing. "Is this the curse?" I murmured to myself, my voice soft as I considered the possibility. "Or am I just… falling for him? And which of those options would be worse?" I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to make sense of my feelings, tried to understand what was happening to me.

I hadn't spoken to anyone about what had happened, about the things Deion had said, about the things I had done. I paced around my apartment, my mind racing as I considered my options. Maybe talking to someone would help, maybe Yumi would understand. But what would I say? How could I explain the curse, the desire to submit, the insatiable need that still lingered within me? I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized the absurdity of it all. Who would believe such a thing?

I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared down at my flat stomach, my mind racing. "And he came inside me," I murmured to myself, my voice barely a whisper. "So many times. What if… what if I'm…?" I couldn't even bring myself to say the word, the thought too terrifying to consider. I took a deep breath, my hands shaking as I reached for my phone, my fingers hovering over Yumi's number.

My phone buzzed on my bedside table, the screen lighting up with a notification. I picked it up, my heart pounding in my chest as I saw Deion's name flashing across the screen. "Hey, gorgeous," his message read, a simple greeting that sent a shiver down my spine. I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I considered my response.

My heart skipped a beat as my phone buzzed again, Deion's face appearing on the screen as he called me. I hesitated for a moment, my thumb hovering over the accept button. "What am I doing?" I murmured to myself, my mind racing. "Am I really going to answer this?" But before I could make up my mind, the call ended, the screen going dark. I let out a sigh of relief, my heart still pounding in my chest.

I looked down at myself, taking in my rumpled pajamas, my hair a mess of tangles around my shoulders. I blushed, realizing how I must look, how I must have sounded just moments before. "I can't answer him like this," I murmured to myself, my mind made up. I hurried to my closet, pulling out a simple, yet flattering dress. I took a few moments to fix my hair, wanting to look my best when I called him back.

I stood in front of the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest as I considered my reflection, my actions. "Why am I doing this?" I murmured to myself, my mind racing. "I haven't heard from him since the motel. Why should I care what he thinks?" But even as I asked the question, I knew the answer. It was the curse, the desire to please him, to submit to him. And as much as I hated to admit it, there was a part of me that couldn't help but hope that he would call back, that he would want to see me again.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "No," I said out loud, my voice firm. "The curse is just a silly story, nothing more." But even as I said the words, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more at work here. I glanced at my phone, the screen still dark, still silent. And yet, there was a part of me that wanted to call him back, that wanted to hear his voice, to see his face. I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the call button. "I shouldn't," I murmured to myself. "But… I will." And with that, I hit dial, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to answer.

I braced myself as Deion's face appeared on the screen, his eyes bleary and his cheeks flushed. "Hey, baby," he slurred, his voice loud and boisterous. "I knew you'd answer. I fucking miss your ass, you know that? God, I could fuck it again right now." I blushed, shock and embarrassment warring within me as I processed his words. "Deion," I said, my voice soft. "You're drunk." He laughed, his head lolling to the side as he took a swig from a beer bottle. "So what?" he said, his eyes meeting mine. "You gonna come over here and take care of me, baby? You gonna make me feel better?"