Saturday

Saturdays are for chores. Saturdays are for fun. Saturdays are for chores. I cannot be bothered. To strip the bed and wash the dishes and buy the groceries for next week but He says I must. Says I am to take care of myself as he would if he were here. Beautify your surroundings. Prepare for the week ahead. Look after that which looks after you.

But the work is tiring, works my already spent muscles until I am filmed with sweat and peevish.

It is His will. It is Necessary. Take care of that which looks after you.

I pause to check my phone. No message. No clue where He is. The mattress is heavy, the buttons at the edge of the duvet cover fiddly. When the job is done I lie in the centre, feet dangling from the foot of the bed, eyes closed. My head buzzes with fatigue and I do not notice the turning of the latch, His heavy, uneven tread as He walks towards me. It is the unclenching of the teeth on His zip I hear first. His hand on the hem of my t shirt and His warmth on my belly as He lifts the tee away from my body so He can see His possession.

I know He’s touching Himself, stroking His cock as He explores my terrain. Sometimes the smooth flesh brushes my cheek or lips; but He does not want my mouth. Does not want my interaction at all. I am a single image, a page briefly lingered on. Seen, admired, discarded until later.

He is breathing quicker now; more thickly. Raw moans, but considered, restrained. His palm on my breast feels heavier as He reaches climax, leaning over my body and directing the spurts over my breasts and mouth.

He cups my face in his hand, wiping his thumb over my lips, between them and I suck gratefully at His taste before he moves away.

He returns with the soft, warm flannel and He cleans me, softly murmuring “Take care of that which takes care of you.”

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