Missing Ingredient
Belinda ought to have her head examined for letting Johnny in the house. It was after
two and nothing good ever comes at that hour. Besides, he was her ex and they were
supposed to be moving on, the both of them. Leave it to the man to catch her at a weak
point, tossing and turning in the moonless night, sexually frustrated to the point of
tears.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she told him.
Johnny took a moment to look her up and down…pointedly. His gaze was hot and it made
her blush from her bare toes all the way up to her breasts, which at the moment were only
haphazardly covered by a silk kimono.
“And you shouldn’t answer the door half naked,” he retorted.
Belinda crossed her arms defensively. Her nipples were hard and the motion caused her
to shiver slightly. “Never mind what I am wearing, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Alice threw me out.” He brushed past her like she wasn’t even there. “Besides you
need me.”
The incidental contact against his rock hard bicep was a little more than she could
manage at the moment, what with her current state of arousal. “I don’t need shit from you
and who invited you in exactly?”
Johnny headed straight for the kitchen like he still owned the place. She tried not
to watch his strong muscular ass, the way he moved like some predatory cat on the prowl.
“It’s a standing invitation.” He pulled out a beer and popped the top. “Cheers.”
She glared from the doorway. “How many times I gotta tell you that you can’t walk
around here like we are still married. We’re divorced for god’s sakes, not that anyone
would know it.”
“No, they wouldn’t.” he concurred with a swig, “Especially since we’re still sleeping
together.”
“We are not sleeping together,” she shot back.
“What else would you call it? Each time I see you we end up in bed.”
“Because you never take no for an answer.”
Johnny laughed. The sound cut right through her. “So it’s abuse, is it? That’s a
little hard to believe, as loud as you scream my name when you’re coming. Or is there some
other Johnny you are thinking of when I am shoving my cock in you?”
“Fuck you, Johnny, okay?”
“That’s my point, isn’t it?” Johnny tossed the beer can, bouncing it off the rim of
the garbage. “Get that for me, would you, baby?”
Belinda swore under her breath.
The bastard took full advantage watching her move to retrieve it.
“Nice view,” he praised as she bent over. “Maybe we should do it in the kitchen right
now, over the table.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, having me face down at your mercy.”
Actually the idea made her hot. They’d started talking this way a lot more since the
divorce. Too bad they couldn’t have figured something out during the marriage.
“You’re the one brought it up, sugar. I’ll admit it has advantages, though, like you
won’t be stopping me on account of any goddamn headaches.”
“You think I feel guilty for our lack of marital bliss?” He’d struck a nerve. “You
try feeling romantic around a drunk.”
“Ditto with an ice princess.” He went for a second beer and changed his mind. “You
really did fake all the headaches, then, it wasn’t in my imagination.”
“Sometimes. Other times I really did feel bad, stress from work, worrying about our
marriage.”
It was a serious answer. She only hoped he would take it as such and not just one
more piece of ammunition.
Johnny shrugged. He looked good in the wife beater, damn good. “What a pair, huh? You
worried too much and I went around like I didn’t give a fuck.”
“Did you?” It was a sincere question.
“What? Give a fuck you mean? Sure I did, for a while. I didn’t marry you for nothing,
girl, you spun my world, you know that.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“You didn’t ask.”
It was Belinda’s turn to laugh. She went to the fridge and got a beer for each of
them. “So what did Alice throw you out for this time?”
“Believe it or not, it was for doing something that wouldn’t have bothered you one
bit.”
She leaned back against the counter, feeling strangely relaxed. “This ought to be
good.”
“I smacked her on the ass,” said Johnny. “A good firm ‘whack’.”
Belinda’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about? You never touched me.”
He drank down half the second beer. “But you wanted it.”
“The hell I did!”
“It’s why we fought so much, you wanted me to take over and dominate your ass.”
“What I wanted was a man who stayed home nights and didn’t cheat on me every time I
turned around.”
“It was cheating because we didn’t talk about it. If I had been up front, made it
clear who called the shots it would have been a different story.”
“You mean so you could have fucked other women? What about me? What fun would I have
had?”
“You could have fucked other men—as long as I said so. In fact, I wouldn’t have left
it up to you, I would have made you put out.”
“You’re delusional.” Belinda drank her beer, feeling the alcohol go immediately to
her head. She was not a drinker, unlike Johnny who could put away a case and still walk a
straight line.
One thing was certain, if he had wanted to dominate her he could have.
But would she have given consent?
“Never mind if I’m delusional, Bel, you’re interested, aren’t you?”
“Not personally,” she lied. “I’m just curious. Is this what you have with Alice? Does
she submit to you, whatever that means?”
Johnny grinned wickedly. “I think you know exactly what it means and the answer is
no, she is not submissive. I can tie her up sometimes and we do a little role playing but
that’s it.”
“What kind of roles?” Belinda licked foam off her lips. He had some on his, she
noticed, just a tiny little bit at the corner of his mouth.
“She’ll be a whore for me and I’ll pretend to buy her ass. She has to do what I want
but there are limits.”
“Like spanking.”
“Evidently.”
Belinda felt the heat between her legs. Like it or not she was turned on and not just
from the erotic fantasies she had been having in bed. “What about other men?”
He shook his head. “I wouldn’t even suggest such a thing to Alice.”
“But you’ll talk to me.”
Johnny licked his lips, mimicking Belinda’s earlier gesture. “I guess I have a lower
opinion of you, huh?”
Anger mixed deep with a shot of desire. Her pussy dripped. “It works both ways,
buddy.”
“Yeah?” he rasped. “So tell me, what do you think?”
“You’re a pig, that’s obvious.”
“Is that all?”
“An adulterer, a two faced weasel, a coward, shall I keep going?”
“Why not, it’s your ass.”
Belinda felt a zap of electricity down her spine all the way to her throbbing pussy.
At this rate she was going to be throwing herself at the man, pig or not.
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