It was a given that this… experience was far beyond his comfort zone. Probably hers as well. But Ekon was dead set on having things unfold in this fashion as opposed to locking her back up or fucking past the pain - be it physical or emotional. He was a twisted son of a bitch. She was as well. But he couldn’t do that to her. She was not Daniella. Though there was something about how awkward she was. Like she couldn’t decided how to lay or where to touch. Ekon let himself laugh at her, did not make an attempt to conceal his laughter and mockery. He was allowed to still be an asshole as he had easily surpassed the amount of decent he was capable of being within the course of 24 hours. “You really are a fucking awkward little turtles. I’ve put a hook in your ass. I think you can touch me without asking for permission. Or over-thinking it.” By the time he spoke, her hand was already on his chest. Maybe they were just making this out to be so much more than it was. They were touching without fucking, so what?
The last time Ekon dared to lay with someone like this… it had been a big deal. Maybe it was the same for Manya. Maybe that was why they were so reluctant, so… freaked out. But they were not strangers, this was not necessarily a display of affection. It was just… something they had to do if they wanted to keep fucking without feeling cheated. Ekon was certain if he did wrong by Manya than even if she were not aware of it, she would be wary of him when they fucked. He couldn’t have that. Sex with her was fun because she was always willing to try, because she assumed he knew when to stop. If he jeopardized that, then he’d lose sex with his favourite slave. Not an option.
Back to movies, the topic had shifted once more. Good. “Quentin Tarantino?” Ekon asked, familiar with the man but not his work. He wasn’t sure why he had yet to see any of his movies, but he knew it was rare that he sit down for a moving picture and when he did, he went for those which he had already watched and knew he liked. “There’s blood and death in both but… the Godfather has to do with the italian mob. There’s this great scene where this guy wakes up-” he stopped himself, smirked. “You’ll see.” Ekon loved the scene with the horse’s head in the guy’s bed, his sheets full of blood. It was great revenge. And the Lord was a grand fan of revenge.
Silence followed as he pressed the different buttons until the movie began to play. Ekon wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as Manya appeared to be. She was just about as still as she could be, seemingly bitter that he had shown - in her words - pity. Oh, how he wish she could see he was incapable of that. “If you don’t relax after the first scene, I’m sucking your nipples until they turn fucking purple.”
How dare he fucking laugh at her? Didn’t she just always do what he asked for, what he wished for? Of course she had fun most of the time aswell, but cuddling and watching stuff was never an option. It was never something she had been pad for before either. Manya was all too familar with being a good quick fuck or blowjob, and then forgotten. Or well, used again when she came by again. And that was alright. That was what she was used to, what as part of her. She had no morals, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had ever felt guilt or remorse. Maybe it just didn’t happen at all. Or it was so long ago, that it happened in those years she had done good work on forgetting about.
And cuddling. Well that most certainly did awaken memories. Memories she didn’t want. Even though Ekon’s scuptured chest felt entirely diffferent --- he was completely different, he was the second man she had ever gotten into such a tight embrace for the mere purpose of just laying there, without fucking. Naked. In bed. And no fucking. Well if that wasn’t something worth to remember in future.
“I think so?” She returned, now after all she wasn’t too sure. His words did make her curious and for a moment she wondered if those movies weren’t slightly familar. But soon enough she understod that there was more story behind it than in the few she had seen the other night with the other leader. After her punishment. Fun things. Or she was just too exhausted and drunk to pay attention. Could be too. Now she was sore aswell, but she was released from the fucking. Even though that was what she had wanted all day.
At his words she gave him a frown, slightly straightening up, but not shifting away from him. She just felt like an explanation is necessary. And even though she was so determined to clear that up, the words were hard to form, hard to get out of her. “This is kind of new for me.” Stopping herself from apologizing, after all she had nothing to be sorry for. “I don’t do this. I don’t remember the last time I did.” Well, that was a lie, but she didn’t want to dig into her past any deeper. It was a sensitive topic after all. And the last thing she could afford were tears.
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