Definitely not satisfied
Sophie's POV
“I need to get a condom, Soph. Hold on.”
“No condom,” I whispered, but my tone was firm.
His face fell, pure panic flashing in his eyes. I hated seeing that look.
“I actually wanted to try something new tonight.”
“What’s that?” Donald asked, already rubbing his temples like the conversation was giving him a headache.
“Blindfold romance,” I murmured, letting my voice go soft and coaxing.
He let out a tired groan. “I don’t have time for games, Soph. I’m already full.”
I didn’t answer with words. Instead I snatched the packet from his hand, ripped it open with my teeth, and rolled the condom down his length in one quick motion. Then I shoved him backward onto the bed.
“You’re feisty tonight,” he said, smirking, reaching up to pinch my n****e.
I slapped his hand away, climbed over him, and guided him inside me.
*Ooouuhhh.*
God, I needed that. I was soaked—had been soaked for hours.
I sank down slowly, deliberately, taking every inch at my own torturous pace. I liked it this way, deep, painful and forceful. His face twisted with pleasure warring with impatience.
He lasted maybe thirty seconds before his hands shot to my hips. In one rough move he grabbed my throat not hard, just enough and flipped us over. Legs shoved high, spread wide, he drove back in.
“Oh yesss, daddy.”I moaned.
He hit that spot immediately and I arched, moaning.
“That’s it… just like that… slow, daddy… don’t you dare speed up…”
He tried to obey, but his rhythm kept stuttering, hips jerking despite himself.
“You feel so f*****g good,” he growled, voice strained.
“Don’t you dare c*m yet—I’m not even close.”
“Baby girl, I’m—” His abs clenched. “f**k, I’m gonna—”
“No, daddy, please don’t—”
Too late. He pulled out at the last second, ripping the condom off just in time to spill hot, thick ropes across my ass cheeks.
The room went quiet except for our breathing.
My face burned with anger and unfinished pleasure twisting together. Five minutes. It has happened again. Always over before I could even build properly.
He collapsed beside me, panting. “I’m sorry, Soph. I swear I’ll work on it. I’ll last longer next time.”
I stared at the ceiling, still throbbing, still unsatisfied.
“Yeah,” I said flatly. “You keep saying that and this time I don't care.”
I wore my clothes quickly , angrily doing all the buttons.
Donald stood in the doorway, hands out like he could stop me with those tiny palms which couldn't make a girl feel pleasure.
“Sophie, please,” he said. His voice cracked on the last word. “Don’t do this.”
I didn’t look at him. If I did, I knew I’d falter, and I was done faltering. “I’m doing it,” I said, my voice colder than I felt. “Move.”
He stepped aside anyway, like gravity had finally won. “We can fix this,” he insisted, following me down the hall. “Just talk to me. Five minutes, I promise to change.”
“I’ve talked,” I snapped, yanking the door open. “I talked until my throat hurt and you still didn’t listen. Don’t contact me again, Donald. This relationship is over until you learn to do it the right way.”
“Please,” he whispered. “I love you.”
I pulled my hand free. “Then you have to prove it.”
The door slammed behind me, and I didn’t look back. I walked until my legs trembled, until the air burned my lungs clean. By the time I reached home, the anger had dulled into something heavier. I was so filled, I just wanted to go home and help myself.
Inside, the house smelled like lemon cleaner and was quiet. I tossed my keys onto the counter and opened my drawer staring blankly at leftovers and love letters written by Donald. I reached for my vibrator , when my phone rang.
“Mum,” I said, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder, she always called whenever I wanted to use my vibrator and yes she didn't approve of it. I won't blame her, she had no idea the crazy things my s****l urge made me do. I had several one-night stands but none of them could satisfy me. Deep down all I wanted was an experienced hand to work on me.
“Sophie,” she called, bringing me back to reality, “Are you home?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I need you to come with me soon.”
I frowned. “Soon how?”
“Now-ish,” she said. I could hear papers rustling. “I need you to go to Monero’s house to deliver some documents, and before you suck, it's your father's orders “
The vibrator slipped from my hand and thudded softly against the shelf. “Monero?”
There was a pause. “Yes. Is that a problem?”
For a moment, my mind emptied. Then it filled too fast. Monero, My childhood crush and father of my best friend. Years ago before meeting Donald, I had swore to keep myself only for him until I understood that society and my family won't let us be together. Was this a sign?
“No,” I said quickly. “No problem.”
“Good,” Mum said. “Get your shoes on. I want you here soon.”
She hung up. I stood there, heart racing, staring at the vibrator, it wasn't needed now.
I changed my shoes, brushed my hair without really fixing it, and checked my reflection. My eyes looked darker than usual but I had no time to worry about it. I wondered how Mr. Monero was going to look, the last time I saw him was when I was seventeen when I was going to college. I stayed in the dorm while my best friend Anne came from home. She was her father's pride and Monero was so protective about her. Now I am twenty one. I believed our relationship could work out.
I knocked thrice before my mum opened the door,
“Take, there's no time.” She said, handing me a parcel.
I was taken aback, “you realized I haven't changed?”
“You don't need to, just drop the parcel and come home.”
I bit my lips in frustration, my mum really knew how to get on my nerves. She shut the door before I could say anything.
Monero's home was down the street, so I didn't need to take my bike. I got to the front door and knocked but no one answered me.
I knocked again but there was still no answer, so I opened it and entered. I thought of calling out Monero 's name but I didn't have the courage to do so. I passed the hallway checking each of the rooms if Monero was in any of them. Sometimes he wore headphones which might make him feel like he was in another world. I was ab
out to knock on Anne's door when I heard muffled sounds. I walked to the direction and found him there…naked.
