Lola and Camden

Tonight’s menu is shrimp Mofongo, a Puerto Rican dish I love making when I want something light but hearty. I think I’ll pair it with an excellent sweet red wine to balance the spice. It’s one of those dishes that immediately make me feel like I’m in a new place, even when it’s just me at home. Camden walks in. I haven't really seen anyone except Bree in these past few days since that night in the living room. She’s still sheepish, which is funny considering what I’ve…no what we’ve done to her, but I’m letting her come around to all of it. It can be difficult for a person who is not in the life to adjust. We’ve just been cuddling with wine and a movie. It’s my way of letting her know she’s safe.

He’s coming to pay the rent and probably to eat. He, like me, is always in the mood for a good meal, and I don’t mind feeding. I turn the stove down to let the shrimp simmer in the spicy stew mixture and walk him over to the desk to write out a receipt. As we are walking back to the kitchen, he says, “You know if I was your man, you wouldn’t be fuckin’ Dion, right?” That stops me in my tracks, and I turn around to face him and grab his dick.

I get within a hairs distance of his beautiful mouth and say, “Love, if you were my man, I’d tie you to a chair and make you my cuck, as I let the Harlem Globetrotters run a train on me, and you’d enjoy every moment of it. Because what I say goes.”

“Bullshit, and you know it. I’d finally take away all that smug indignation and power you think you have and have you acting like Bree. A little puppy dog tugging on its mamma tail.”

“You know, you talk King Kong shit for someone who, just last week, was obeying my every command. I didn’t hear not one peep from you.”

“Shiiiiitttt, I did what I had to do in the moment to get what I wanted. And I’ll be damned if it was anyone who was going the extra mile for me, it was you.”

“And yet, it was you who brought up the idea of a relationship, not me. Now, would you like some Mofongo, or do you need to run along to someone you can play with?”

“What we drinking?”

“I’ve got whiskey, tequila, blanc, and riesling.”

“I’ll take a glass of bourbon neat, and yes, I’ll join you for dinner.”

I detach my hand from his dick and smooth down the front of his pants. I turn off the stove, pour our drinks, and bring them to the table. I plate up the dish and bring them to the table. We enjoy a casual conversation about his upcoming deals and how things are going with my coaching students. When we finish, I remove both plates and put them in the sink.

“Do you want another drink?” I call out from the kitchen.

“Sure.”

When I sit back down, I lean back against my chair and ask, “So say I let you have control, what would you do to me?”

“Hmm…if you were mine…you’d have to be punished for your past transgressions.”

“All of them?”

“Nope, just for fucking Dion.”

“What you got against Dion?”

“Nothing. He alright. It’s just that I can tell he’s not really what you need. You’re like me; our need for domination comes out of our need to control situations to our liking. To manipulate the odds in our favor. But also, sometimes, we need just to be handled. I noticed that you give way more than you take. And I know that you need to relieve yourself of that control from time to time. I can give you that, and I don’t think Dion or Bree or anybody else can do it like me.”

“Is that so? Well, you still ain’t told me what you’d do?”

“For starters, you would strip naked for me. I’d tie both of your wrists behind your back, bringing that long rope from behind your back over your shoulder and across your chest. I’d bring that rope back through your cuff and around the other side. I’d finish by bringing it under those beautiful tits of yours, essentially immobilizing your upper half.”

As I try to keep my expression neutral, I can feel the wetness between my throbbing lips. But to play with him, I say, “that's nice that you know how to tie a rope.”

“That's just the beginning. I’d also insert one of those remote control toys that go over your g-spot and clit, so I can control the level of sensation. Then I’m going to take you to that luscious-looking bed of yours, bend you over my knee, and spank you and pull your hair. My big hands making those beautiful cheeks red as my hand comes down.”

I almost wonder if this man knows me from my 20s. I don’t remember him but this feels oddly familiar.

“And when you are begging me for mercy, you know what I’m going to do then?

“What?”

“I’m gonna lay you on your back with your head over the bed, and I’m gonna fuck that pretty little face of yours. Can’t you feel it now, my thick cock ramming down your throat as you struggle to breathe?. I’d squeeze those beautiful nipples of yours and watch the tears flow from your eyes as you finally let yourself go. Turn up the volume of that toy and watch you mess up your sheets. When you’re in that feral place of ecstasy is when I might consider giving you a cumbath. How long do you think you could last with all your senses being triggered at once?”

I am momentarily speechless, but I’m not sure what I’d do if he actually did this to me. I know without a doubt that I would for sure let it happen though. Instead, I say, “That's a lovely dream, but I don’t see myself giving you that level of access, love. And you didn’t even mention aftercare. Are you new here?”

He chuckles at that. “Oh, that's the kicker, once I’ve brought you beyond any level of ecstasy you think you can handle, then I’m going to carry you into the shower. I’ll bathe you, oil you, dress you and then feed you. You’d be mine, and it would be over for Bree and Dion.”

“Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we?” I say with a smile as I grab our empty cups and take them to the sink. I start to put away the food and put the dishes in the dishwasher. He walks up to me and asks if I need anything before he leaves. “No, love. Thanks for the dinner and the company.” I kiss him on the cheek, then say, “We’ll be getting together again soon; you should join us.” “We’ll see,” is what he says as he heads back toward the main house.

I have to sit down after he leaves. It’s been a really long time since I’ve wanted exactly what he is offering, but I won't give Mr. Hearthrob the satisfaction. Bree and Dion are very straightforward, but Camden is a complex individual, and I’ve managed to simplify my life. I’m not doing this with him. But the thoughts he’s given me…the way I feel right now…I might need to call Dion.