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over in the kitchen, was definitely out of the box for us.
    My grip tightened with the jostling of my body as Will yanked down my yoga pants and panties at the same time.
    “Stick your ass out more.” He commanded.
    “Will, what are you doing? This is crazy.”
    “Shut up!”
    “Hey, watch it!”
    “Just do what I say, Bryson.”
    I jumped slightly when the tip of his tongue touched the back of my knee. Will’s lips licked and sucked up my thigh. My knees buckled as he sunk his teeth into my ass cheek.
    “Will, that hurts!”
    “It made you soaking wet, though,” he mumbled against my lower back.
    “What’s gotten into you?”
    I felt the heat and weight of his body pressed against my back. Reaching around he plunged two fingers inside me, causing my body to convulse. He pumped in and out of me three times before withdrawing his fingers. I felt the back of Will’s hand run over my ass.
    “Your pussy juice is all over my dick. It’s so fucking hard and ready to fuck you in the ass.” His hot breath coating my neck and shoulders.
    I wasn’t a huge fan of dirty talk. Maybe if it were mixed with sweet romantic words I could get on board with it. I knew the point of it was to make things even hotter but it usually made me cringe. Will seemed to be spurred on by the crudeness. For that reason alone, I tried my hand at talking dirty but never quite got the hang of it, so I kept quiet.
    A rush of cool air snapped at my skin as Will’s body heat disappeared. My next awareness was the sensation of him entering me from behind. His fingers dug into my hips while he pounded into me hard and fast. Throaty grunts and moans surrounded us. Every nerve ending in my body was lit on fire. My heart pounded against my chest wall. Just as I was about to climax, Will grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked.
    “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?!” He yelled.
    I didn’t respond, my head spinning with sensation and discomfort.
    His hand twisted in my hair, tightening his hold. “Say you’re a fucking slut!”
    I hesitated. Maybe it was some of the residual effects of the earlier disappointment but a detached feeling washed over me. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Over the years Will and I went through phases. Most of the time I felt our hearts were connected. But there had been instances, like right now, in which I felt more like an object than his partner. I knew he liked dirty talk and I could go along with it for his sake until I felt degraded.
    My head snapped back slightly as he tugged. “Say it, goddammit!”
    “I’m a slut,” I whispered, tears forming in my eyes.
    I clenched around Will, causing him to spasm out of control. My body wanted to climax but his words kept swirling in my head. Two more quick jerks and his sweaty body collapsed on top of me.
    Placing gentle kisses between my shoulder blades, Will said, “That was incredible.”
    Before I was able to form words, he withdrew, and stepped away. Suddenly I was freezing, confused, and left hanging. I stayed in position, waiting, and wondering what the hell just happened. I dropped my head, peeking underneath my arm. I was alone, naked, and unsatisfied. After a few seconds I heard the door to the bathroom shut and the shower turn on.
     

     
    Neither Will nor I brought up what took place in the kitchen that night. After his shower, he went straight to sleep. And I went straight into the bathroom to spend a little quality time with the showerhead. The next morning, he acted normal, not upset or mad. We both went about our days as usual. Even though things went back to normal I couldn’t shake the thoughts or weird feeling the night had left in me.
    “How about after lunch we catch a chick flick? Man of Steel is playing at The Terrace,” Sophie said as we walked across the parking lot on the way to yoga class.
    The Terrace was a small local retro movie theater that played mostly artsy and old classic films. Occasionally, they’d throw in a