Chapter 6

AFTER WATCHING A MOVIE that did not interest Hailey one bit, Gage and her headed up to bed.

It wasn’t that Hailey hated sex with him. It was intense, and far more interesting than anyone else she had been with. But, sometimes it was just a little too much. Her only hope was that it didn’t last too long so that she’d still be able to walk tomorrow. She had a soccer game to play, after all.

In her head, she rehashed her earlier conversation with her therapist:

Have you talked to him about your sex life yet? … Whether he means to or not, he shouldn’t hurt you. You should be able to communicate what you like and he should be able to respect those wishes.

“Babe, do you think we could just make love tonight? Ya know, take our time and go a bit easier?” she offered.

“You kidding? It’s our anniversary so I’m gonna rip those clothes off you and fuck your brains out.”

Hailey froze. This wasn’t really the kind of dirty talk she enjoyed, especially when it contradicted what she worked up the nerve to ask for. She tried another tactic.

“I just don’t want to be sore for my game tomorrow night. We’re playing the best team in the league.”

“Ugh. Fucking soccer. That shit doesn’t matter, you should want to be with me instead.”

Oh good, another argument they’ve had several times.

“Gage, you literally spend all day on Sundays playing pickup football with your friends. Why can you play that and I can’t play soccer?”

“It’s not the same. I don’t play with other women. You’re spending the time with other guys.”

“There’s only no women because you won’t let me play with you. I’m faster than most of your friends.”

“Let’s just drop it. Take your clothes off and get over here.”

And who says romance is dead?

Like usual, Gage rushed through the foreplay. For some reason, he didn’t enjoy making out too much before they got down to business, but that was usually her favorite part. Always over way too soon.

Surprisingly to Hailey, he actually kissed and licked down her body until he found that spot between her legs, that spot that barely ever got visits from his mouth. She tried arching her back at the overwhelming sensation, but he held her down.

She laid back and enjoyed it as much as she could, trying to revel in it while she had the chance.

“Right there,” she said. “I’m close … I’m close!”

“Perfect, you’re ready for me.”

Gage cut off her orgasm before it happened and left her hanging. In her state of desperation, he flipped her over and barely gave her a moment before he thrusted his cock all the way into her.

Hailey cried out at the force. Her core struggled to open up for him. Gage, of course, was oblivious to her pain. He continued his thrusting, immediately going as fast and as hard as he could, mistaking her groans for pleasure.

Her body couldn’t keep up. Or maybe it didn’t want to. She started to feel pulling, uncomfortable friction that Gage didn’t notice.

“Babe, let me grab the lube,” she begged. “Please.”

She reached forward to the nightstand beside his bed, not waiting for a response from him, and ripped open the top drawer, her hand roaming around before finally finding the strawberry-flavored lube he got for some reason. It’s not like he ever wanted to taste it.

Hailey uncapped the lube and spread some on her hand, then reached back and gave his cock a couple strokes to make it slick. The moment she let go, he continued his onslaught.

Feeling a slight sting from the lube, Hailey knew he did some damage to her insides. Hopefully, he didn’t make her bleed this time. She ruined his sheets last time and he was unforgiving, despite being able to afford plenty more. It’s not like it was her fault he couldn’t keep her wet.

As her body adjusted to the finally slicker cock pounding into her, he shocked her by bringing his palm to her ass with such force that it skipped over pleasurable and went right to too painful.

Hailey yelped from the pain and whimpered, which Gage assumed was confirmation she was enjoying it. Before she could bounce back from the pain, he slapped her ass again even harder.

“Gage, please,” she cried. “Not so hard!”

He breathed out an okay before spanking her yet again, with no change in the force of his palm. She wondered how red her ass would be this time.

Gage leaned over her so his chest was rubbing against her back. She was hoping this meant he’d reach around and pay some attention to her clit so she could get off. He had yet to ever make her come from penetration alone.

Instead, he grabbed both her arms by the biceps and gripped her tightly, pulling her toward him harder on every thrust. His grip was getting uncomfortable and Hailey hoped he was close to finishing. Thankfully, he didn’t make her wait too long.

Less than a minute of squeezing her arms like a vice had him coming with a shout, as he emptied into the condom she finally got him to start wearing after the first few months of their relationship. He spent that time complaining about how condoms were too small for him and she caved. But, lying to him about missing her pill a couple times convinced him to start using them.

Like hell would she ever have his baby. She thought back to a conversation they had about a month ago about their future. Gage had seen a college photo of her after she gained her freshman fifteen. Okay, so it was more like thirty. But, the cafeteria had unlimited brownie cookies and she just couldn’t get her fill of them.

He made a nasty comment about how he never would have asked her out if she still looked like that. But he made it worse when she questioned him about her getting pregnant one day. Would he be okay with her gaining weight then?

Nope. He said he’d want a hall pass so he wouldn’t have to touch her when she was swollen with his baby.

Fuck that. And fuck the idea of ever going that far with him. That conversation had added to her despair and watered the seed in her head about leaving him. So, why couldn’t she do it?

Deep down, she knew this wasn’t what she wanted out of her life. It wasn’t the kind of love she’d read about in romance novels or the ones she saw in her favorite shows, or even couples she knew like Bridget and Rick. She realized at some point that he was not the Jim to her Pam, the Ben to her Leslie, the Captain America to her Peggy Carter. She was close to giving up on love, thinking that this was the best she could do. This led her to a depressing realization.

She liked her men like she liked her books: fictional.

Unfortunately, Gage felt the same way about how he liked his women. He liked his books bound in leather or with other pretty covers and put on his shelf for show, enjoying them when he was in the mood, but not caring about the books themselves.

After Gage left her side to throw away the condom, she made her way to the bathroom to pee, wincing when the stream stung. Washing her hands, she could feel the soreness settling into her arms and she was avoiding looking in the mirror at her ass until she took a deep breath.

She let out a breath slowly before she turned toward the mirror.

“Holy shit!” she shouted from the bathroom, storming out a moment later. “Gage, my ass looks like a fucking tomato shaped like a handprint.”

When he looked at her ass, he smiled and said, “Nice.”

“Gage, there are scrapes in there, too. How the hell did you even do that?”

“Sorry, babe, guess I was grabbing on to you too tightly.”

She didn’t think it was a very good apology considering he was wearing a shit-eating grin that was doing nothing but pissing her off.

“What about my face makes you think I’m enjoying what you did to my body?”

“You seemed to enjoy it at the time. In fact, I’ll probably get a complaint from the HOA from the noise you were making.”

“Gage, those were screams of pain. You’re too rough with me.”

“Oh, c’mon, haven’t you heard of BDSM?”

“Of course I’ve heard of it but that doesn’t mean I like it. And people usually, ya know, discuss things like that before they just do them.”

“Alright, alright. I promise I’ll go easier next time.”

Hailey put her underwear back on and slid under the covers, thinking about how he made this promise to her before. He slid up behind her and cupped one of her breasts in his hands to fall asleep.

Alright, maybe now she would take her therapist’s words seriously. He obviously wasn’t listening to hers.