Releveled

920 Days

Mustafa moved out after his two weeks ended. You entered your bedroom. The Syrian and Algerian flags were gone. You looked through Amanda's drawers. No signs of a hijab.

"Hello, Dani," Amanda said, looking at you curiously as you entered the room. Her tight body, her big ass, her blonde hair -- you wanted to ravage her right now. But with the lack of testosterone and estrogen coursing through your body, you couldn't.

"Hey," you said quietly. Amanda sat down on the bed, and patted the spot beside her. You sat down obediently.

"Looking for signs of Mustafa?" she asked, her lip quirking. You nodded. "Yeah, he's gone. He did leave one gift, though." She nodded over at her nightstand. There was a Quran on it.

"What are you going to do with it?" you asked.

"Read it, of course, silly. We talked a lot about it. Some of it makes good sense, really," she said. You looked skeptical. "How is Kase?"

"Umm ... fine. Listen, about us..."

"Yes. I've been thinking about that too. Look, I love you, you love me. That won't change. But this ... this isn't a conventional relationship anymore. And I like exploring different men, different cultures. And I like dominating you too."

"So what does that mean?"

She tugged her panties to the side, revealing one more gift from Mustafa.

"You aren't my boyfriend anymore, Dani. I'm not your baby. I'm not your sweetie. I'm your goddamn Mistress. And you're my cucky. So do what a cucky does best."