Kimmy arrives... with company

Kimmy knocked on my door about fifteen minutes later than expected, but I wasn't concerned with her punctuality. I stepped over to the door to find her...

...and her former ex-boyfriend. The one she had cheated on me with.

I'd learned through gossip that they'd officially gotten back together only a month after we'd split. Stephen was a good half foot taller than me, worked part-time as a personal trainer, and was staring daggers at me. I wasn't a small guy by any stretch, but he loomed over me nonetheless.

I backed up instinctively as he pushed in through the doorway, advancing on me slowly. "You motherfucker." His voice came out in a growl. "You think you can ask my girlfriend to drive halfway across the goddamn state to meet you for sex? You fucking asshole!"

I stumbled a little as moved onto the carpet. "But... but I said.."

"You asked nicely, so of course she did it, but I'll make sure you never ask her anything again!" He raised his fist and I cowered, throwing my hands up.

"Please stop!"

Stephen froze in midswing, then dropped his arm to his side. He continued to glare at me but stayed rooted in place. I drew in a shuddering breath and tried to recompose myself.

"Please never try to hurt me or stop me from doing what I want." I looked him dead in the eye. "Got that?"

He was clearly furious, but nodded at me. "You fucker. I won't try to stop you or hurt you, but fuck you and go fuck yourself."

That wouldn't do. I could command him to stop insulting me, but I had a better idea.

"Every time you curse or insult someone, please shit yourself. Now please get the fuck out of my apartment and drive your ass home." I pointed to the door.

Stephen glowered at me, then turned and shuffled out the door. I followed him. At the threshold, I kicked him in the small of the back and sent him tumbling to the floor of the hallway.

"You motherfucker!" he shouted, then his eyes suddenly went wide as he let out a very wet-sounding fart and an odor filled the hall. I smirked at him and turned to Kimmy, who was still standing next to the door.

"Would you please come in?"

She stepped past me, glancing back at her boyfriend as I closed and locked the door behind us. Alone with her for the first time in a very long time, I had to pause and take her in.

She wore high heels and a shimmering red dress, strapless with a long slit along the left leg. The seams were starting to tear around her chest where, I could see, she had grown over two cup sizes from my command. The garment was now loose around her waist as well. I had remembered it fitting perfectly when we had been together, so this was a good sign.

As for my other commands, I could tell she was horny. When you're with someone for as long as we were, you start to recognize certain tells, like how she was compulsively wiggling her toes, her rapid glances away from me and back, the small catch in her breath as she breathed deeply. She could likely feel me staring and, to her credit, didn't take the bait.

I broke the silence. "It's good to see you, Kimmy."

"Don't lie to me, Rick. And don't call me Kimmy. We're not... it's not like that anymore." She scowled at me.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"You asked me to come here."

"Do you know why, though."

She sighed. "I assume you're going to ask me to cheat on Stephen with you. As like a karma thing. And maybe you'd be in the right. Just get it over with."

"Is that why you brought him with you?"

"You didn't ask me not to."

This was... interesting. The way Kimmy and Stephen had reacted to me, to my questions, as though they knew they'd do anything if I asked nicely. There was an odd sort of thrill to having that much power over people.

"Why'd you do it, Kim-" I had to catch myself. "-iko? Why him, why to me?"

"I don't know, Rick. He just always had a way of pushing my buttons. He was in town for a week and wanted to catch up. I wasn't... I wasn't thinking about you when it happened, I just kinda went along with it." She looked into my eyes. "If you hadn't come home early, he would've left town and I'd probably never have seen him again and you would've had no idea."

So she still blamed me for it. That hurt, like she had twisted the old knife for no reason. As I looked at her, I saw no remorse, no guilt, no shame. Just a person I once thought I'd loved.

And I was feeling vindictive.