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Tuesday NightWhen Chameleon came home from work on Tuesday, my birthday, we both tried to act as if nothing strange was happening. She shouted hello when she came in the door. We cooked together, being careful to tidy our own mess as we went along. Neither of us chose to open any wine. I drank a couple of cokes. She had a tonic water. Our conversation was light, and entirely focused on things external to our relationship.We went to bed early and had gentle, careful birthday sex. We both held back, keeping our control. The rush of love and affection I felt when she kissed me a diffident good night felt good and clean. I put the deal out of my mind and slept. I don’t remember any dreams.WednesdayOn Wednesday she didn’t arrive home from work at her usual time. When it got to seven o’clock, I checked my phone. No messages.Are you okay? I typed.I got nothing back. The messaging app showed that my text had not been read. I tried to focus on the news on the television, but I could not—some politicians lying about something or other. I did not care. I kept checking my phone, starting to feel a mix of worry and annoyance.She was breaking another rule. “Let’s make sure we tell each other if we’re going to be late, or change our plans. I want you to have your own life, but I don’t want to worry that something’s happened,” she had said. “And I never want you to be worried for me.”At nine o’clock I texted again. Just need to know you’re safe, Cam.I was mostly sure that this was part of the deal. She was breaking rules, being bad. Earning whatever punishment my fantasy required. But I was only mostly sure. It is probably impossible to kill Cam, but she can be hurt. A car accident would still put her in hospital. She would recover from injuries that would kill Ataşehir Escort a normal human, but it cost her – it meant she needed to feed more quickly and sometimes more severely. A bad enough injury would bring on a feeding frenzy as soon as she healed. Cam was a careful person – she drove carefully and she avoided unnecessary risks. Her carefulness was not for her protection, it was for everyone else’s.At ten-thirty I went to bed. I didn’t text again. If she was hurt, there was nothing I could do until someone contacted me. If she was deliberately ignoring me, which was what I believed was happening, then texting her would not make any difference. I lay awake, trying to read. I kept having to go back and read the same page again – I could not focus.I woke with my book lying open on my tummy and my head lolling uncomfortably on my chest. My neck hurt. I checked the time on my phone. 1:48 am. I heard the front door shut, loudly. I must have been woken by the sound of it opening. She didn’t seem to be making any effort to be quiet. I heard her bump into the key table by the door, knocking things onto the floor with a clatter. She giggled.She was drunk.I listened to her stumble up the stairs. My reading light was still on, so I saw the state she was in when she opened the bedroom door.“Drinks,” she said. “Girls. With. Bit drunk,” she said. She was slurring. She could barely stand. Her clothes were a mess. Her tights were laddered.“Jesus, Cam,” I said. “Get in bed. I’ll get you some water.” I looked at her. She was swaying. I got up and took her arm, leading her to the bed. She fell onto it, face first.“Mmmmwater,” she mumbled into the duvet.“And a bin by the bed, for when you’re sick,” I said.“Mmfff,” she said, Ataşehir Escort Bayan eloquently.I expected her to have passed out by the time I had been downstairs to get her the water. I brought two full pint glasses and packs of paracetamol and ibuprofen for morning. But she was still awake. Her eyes were glowing green. She was wearing nothing but her onyx pendant. Her clothes were thrown in an untidy heap on the floor.“Too slow,” she said. “Drank from the tap.” She wiped her wet mouth, proving the truth of her claim.She stood unsteadily and walked to me. She put her hands on my chest and leaned into me.“Wanna fuck you,” she said. “Gonna fuck you. Come here.”“Not when you’re this drunk, Cam,” I said. “Well, not when you’re this drunk and I’m sober.”“Drink something, then,” she said. “Now.”“It’s two in the morning, Cam,” I said.“I can make you drunk,” she said. She put her arms around me and fell into me. I held her in return, reflexively, to stop her falling. It was odd to see her so graceless. She normally moved like a cat – all poise and fluidity. Her arms grabbed my shoulders to stop her from falling to the floor. God, she was strong. She turned, keeping hold of me, and threw me to the bed. There was nothing I could do to resist her. I landed on my back.“Let’s never pressure each other to have sex,” she had said early on in our relationship.“Sure,” I’d answered, naively. “I’m a no means no guy.”“It’s important to me, both ways,” she had said. “You’ll understand if we stay together.” Once she told me what she was and what she could do, I understood. She was worried about pressuring because I could not stop her if she insisted. Her rule protected me from her. She did not need any protection from Escort Ataşehir me.“Cam,” I said. “Stop.”“You can’t resist me,” she said. “You fuck’n love me.” She fell on the bed next to me. Her eyes were still glowing. She placed her hands on each side of my head and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me wetly on the mouth. She tasted of sour wine and… cigarettes? Christ. She didn’t smoke. She knew I hated smoking. She knew I hated the taste of smoking on someone else. “Nn’I love you.”“I do love you, Cam. I can’t resist you, you know that. But you’re too drunk tonight. Go to sleep.”“I’m a sex demon,” she said. “I don’t need sleep. I can make you drunk with my magic, like that,” she said. She clicked her fingers ineffectually. “Like… that!” She said, trying a second time, with more success. She brushed her fingers over the front of my boxers. This was one of Cam’s little moves. She liked to check if I was aroused. Tonight, I was not. “I wanna fuck you, let me use my magic on you.”My eyes wandered down her body. She was exquisite. Athletic and feminine. She saw me looking and tried to stretch seductively. She definitely stretched. She didn’t quite hit seductive. It was the burp that ruined it.“I can help you to come, Cam,” I relented. “But no sex tonight. You’re not yourself. It would be weird.”“You’re weird,” she said, pouting dramatically.“Not in doubt,” I agreed. “I married a sex demon.” I sighed. I was really tired. “And sleep is for the weak. Hit me up, babe. Let’s get you sated.”“Yay,” she said, smiling brightly at me. I kissed her, trying to ignore the taste. She smelled a little of sweat. Oh well, I thought. For better or worse, and all that.Her palm pressed against my boxers and I felt a jolt. I felt heat spread from her hand through my body. My back arched upwards. My cock woke up, going from not-interested-I’m-tired-leave-me-alone to full show-me-what-to-fuck-right-now erection in seconds. I gasped. I felt dizzy. Not quite drunk, not quite stoned. But very, very turned on. “Oh god,” I said. “That feels so good.”
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